PeriPerihelion's Clan

As you enter the hall you see three dragons around a table, deep in a heated conversation. It's a skydancer, obelisk, and spiral. None of them seem to be agreeing with each other and they aren't getting anywhere, but are too absorbed in their argument to notice you enter. The skydancer looks like the night sky, as if a rip in the fabric of reality had been made and was then adorned with star silks. The obelisk kept herself wrapped in a blue mantle and ribbons with ghost flame candles that matched her fur hovering around. And the spiral, who seemed to be the most timid of the group was decorated in plants and flowers, and his garden apron had dirt smeared on it like he had been digging not long before this.

Eventually, whenever the obelisk snaps, "We need to just isolate the clan, it's for the best-" the skydancer silences her with a lift of his talon and turns to you.

"I apologize for us not noticing you, we are not typically so... distracted." The skydancer dips his head in greeting. "I am Shush. A storyteller and one of The Shrouded Mire's leaders alongside Myst," he gestures to the irritated looking obelisk, "and Pluto." he then gestures to the spiral who waves with a small smile.

"We are having some troubles with some... unwanted attention from another clan right now. But that is just personal matters, we do not need to explain the cause of our quarrels with a stranger." Shush huffs slightly and glances back to the others, "But, despite that and what Myst had said earlier you are more than welcome here! Make yourself at home here and get to know the residents if you please."

And with that Shush turns back to the others and picks up where the argument left off, leaving you to go explore the mire as you wish.



Welcome to The Shrouded Mire, a secluded and peaceful clan that is located in a saltwater swamp. They are allied with a clan known as The Cumbersome Disappearance, where they trade in goods like fish they catch and plants they harvest for protection in return. The Shrouded Mire is a dual flight clan that worships both the Gladekeeper and the Tidelord. They represent balance, symbiosis and peace... Or, they try to.

They are currently a target of The Tainted Flames Confraternity, causing a divide between the three leaders, each one wanting to handle it a different way. Pluto, naive and gentle, wanting to give TFC what they want and ally with them. Shush, frustrated and tired, thinking they can solve the problem by going against their own peaceful nature and attacking them. And then Myst, outcasted as a hatchling and mentally scarred, wanting to completely isolate The Shrouded Mire and stop all dragons from entering or exiting the clan.

It is unclear if this divide between them will ever be mended or if it will continue to grow bigger and bigger until it's too late to be fixed. Three childhood friends, all possibly doomed to despise each other in the end. Will this be stopped? Can it even be stopped? Only time will tell.



However, while the leaders are so deep in their own conflict they fail to realize something deeper is brewing right under their noses. In their own clan a group plots. There's whispers of overthrowing the three and making everyone in The Shrouded Mire join the ranks of Tainted Flames Confraternity. There's questions being passed around. Who is in the group? How big is it? Who could even be leading it?

Maybe the leader of the group is someone you would least expect... Maybe they're someone of great power....


A gray and grizzled pearlcatcher tries to fervently warn the three but they ignore and brush him away, too absorbed in their own dispute to listen to anyone outside their circle. He is only the village crazy dragon after all? Right...?


Myst is given a message. One she keeps to herself.

"Beware the one with the eyes aflame,
burning scales are not to be trusted.
She wears the mark of her deity but is far from holy.
She sneaks in the dark to meet with ones just as profane as her.
Do not give her power.
Do not let her corrupt others."