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Desmotes' Clan

Mother are you proud?

Mighty Lair

of the

Abiding Boneyard

Clan Info

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The sound of the warm ooze bubbling greets you as your tired feet continue to drag your body forward. The Scarred Wasteland is a pretty desolate place, more so than you had originally thought. There are no clean pools of water that you can find, no soft place to sleep on, nothing that isn’t rotten to eat. The few things that you’ve seen the potential to give you energy have only gotten you more sick.

You can hear yourself groan; a quiet, organic noise that seems to be swallowed almost immediately from the strange and eerie sounds around you. The heat from the environment is making you nauseous, forcing your movements to slow even further. You know that you have to stop, and soon. A small rocky plain seems your best bet - there’s even a solid looking boulder to lean against. You try your best to ignore the gnarly looking ooze as you sit beside the boulder. Your eyes wander to the nearby skulls as your mind wanders to the ideas of what it might have been.

Wrapping your arms around your knees, pulling yourself into as small of a bundle as you can be, you try to imagine yourself somewhere soft and warm while your eyes droop with sleep. Try to imagine the skulls of creatures around you as berry bushes, the dead and withered husks of trees as beautiful brown and green wonders of the forest, the ooze dripping off in the distance as ice cold waterfalls. Anything than what they actually are.

Dreams of your own bed were floating around your head when you feel yourself wake suddenly from the perfect slumber. You’re not quite sure what jolted you back into the world of plague and waste. You look around, an icy cold fear gripping your stomach. You see a pair of red eyes staring at you and a small noise escapes you. The dragon crunches the litter on the ground as he approaches, his dark scales standing out against the red-tinted ground.

Silent, the beast stands before you. Your fear eases away as you watch him. You can tell he’s moving carefully, his claws almost gentle on the ground. He watches you for a moment before turning, his tail flicking. He wants you to follow.

The question, then, is do you?

_{Welcome to the territory of the Creatures of Extinction.}

The clan of the Creatures of Extinction is not a notable clan. In fact, there are some dragons who wouldn’t take a second look at the clan. They are, for lack of a better term, a handful of freaks and misfits. They found a small family in each other because each of them has something not-quite-right about themselves. They are the creatures who fear extinction.

The three founders of the clan (Umbar, Mallia, Sirath) were mates who had wandered into the heart of the Wasteland looking for something their own, for someplace where they could be safe, to call home. Shunned from many places for various reasons, they lived in the wild for years, nearly feral. They hunted with claws and teeth, ripped into their meat raw, and lived as dragons of old.

It was in this way that they found themselves. It was in this way that they stumbled across others in the same position; too small at birth, deformed, crippled, unable to do as their parents demanded. Slowly, ever so slowly, their tribe grew into a small clan. While they never actually looked for others to join them, those who have the will to survive will eventually band together for survival.

While they do not live as savages any longer, they have not forgotten what it means to be strong. What it means to survive. The scientist had brought tools and equipment, the mystics brought the ability to trade, the young champion brought the ability to work. Each of the dragons plays a roll in the Clan, as with no work there is no way to live.

The dragons have settled themselves deep in the Scarred Wasteland, somewhere near the Rotrock Rim where twisted trees and plants thrive, where some semblance of normalcy can exist. Their settlements are never permanent, nearly always nomadic, when it comes down to it. They have perfected the ability to travel on a whim, a caravan of miscellaneous dragons that follow whatever they desire; food, the hunt, slaves, trading tribes.

If you happen upon the Creatures of Extinction, beware. They are of the plague, they live within the plague, they are not gentle. They will not kill on sight, however, you will not leave without an explanation, either.

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