♔` the seven clans

SILVER CLAN

RAYNE HERMES ♔ THE FORGOTTEN RAY OF LIGHT

Time cannot claim the individuals marked by the Silver King, whose longevity transfers from himself to his Clansmen. The King exists outside of the acknowledged realm of society, for he lacks the capability to become injured or tainted by the passage of the seasons. Moreover, the King and his Clansmen can manipulate gravity, allowing them to float above the world and to create obscure traps to confuse their opponent’s sense of balance.

Furthermore, they can manifest a silver colored aura, which they can manipulate to form various shapes. Many prefer to create metaphysical hands or other body parts that allow them to act without fearing the consequences of a ranged fight or ten foot fall. For the Silver Clan, a fall might not be scary, but they can fight with their aura, utilizing it to accentuate their ability to manipulate gravity.

Before the war, the Silver Clan acted as the neutral party in petty arguments and strived for a peaceful kingdom. The other Kings viewed the Silver Clan in disdain due to their neutrality; moreover, few understood the beliefs that the Silver Clan valued enough to fight for. Several clans wanted to obtain more and more power and prestige, but the Silver Clan seemed indifferent to advancing themselves through the ranks and tended to keep a distance from the other clans—only venturing into lengthy discussions with the Colorless Clan.

Even in the past, the Silver Clan remained small and close knit, preferring to keep a watch from the sidelines and only intervene when absolutely necessary. They valued knowledge and peace over war and power. No one considered them power hungry despite their constant interference with the other clans. Their actions often resulted in the continued peace that the Raduga Kingdom faced for nearly a decade after the awakening of the Dresdan Slate.

However, the thirst for power led to the clan’s disappearance from the records. They faded into obscurity with the end of the war, vanishing from sight. Few people remain aware of the clan aside from scholars and healers, believing them to be a pretty fable from a distant past, and for many, they cannot imagine a clan that did not aim to increase their position in the council or standing with the public.

Outside of the main continent, an island exists that plays homage to a forgotten god and to a forgotten history. Few people can correlate the tropical aura of the island with the ruins that hide underneath the vegetation; however, the early residents of the world settled upon the piece of land that the Radugans deemed the island of Asími. Due to its location and lack of fortifiable defenses, people cannot reside upon the island without facing the monsters that exist in the world. Lurkers have developed nests and habitats as the centuries pasted, leading to few excursions onto the tropical island. Many people have forgotten the significance of the island, seeing it as a lurker infestation and only valuing it for the food and resources that it provides.

Clan's Mark ♔ Sword of Damocles

RED CLAN

LUCIFER STELLAM ♔ THE RED PRIEST

Many people believe that the Red Clan lacks additional abilities, having only seen the members of the fiery clan manipulate their red tinted aura. They forget the rampaging tempers of the clan and focus upon their lack of capabilities, falsely believing that the Red Clan is the link between the clansmen and the citizens. People praise the Red Clan for their rebellious attitude and lack of deference for the other clans. To the world, the Red Clan is the underdog.

However, the Red Clan’s aura is the key to solving the mystery. Their aura is far more tangible than the other clans’ auras. And yes, the Red Clan members can manipulate their aura in accordance with their imagination, but their true strength resides within the manifestation of their aura. The fire colored aura has the ability to incinerate objects and produce a notable heat. The King could devastate the cities of Raduga if he desired with his aura alone. They are the raging infernos of the council, dangerous and unpredictable.

Like their aura, the Red Clan served as an unpredictable component to the Vasiliás’ council. They may hunger for war in one meeting and change their tune in a heartbeat with the next official gathering; however, they remained constant within the council. People supported the Red Clan due to their ability to connect with the ruffians that joined the clan. Few members of nobility sought to join their ranks, for they preferred to seek out the Blue Clan or the Gold Clan. They did not want to be labeled as an underdog and delinquent.

Over the centuries, the Red Clan became the home to questionable individuals—those that live on the fringes of acceptable society. They were a ragtag collection of misfits, but they belonged together. Their King served in the council while they helped the populace within the walls and outside of the walls. They did not let social standing or gender stand between them and their sense of justice, but they did boast of a rather skewed perception of justice. The Red Clan existed for the rouges and for the abandoned members of Radugan society.

In the shadow of Chrysós, the city of Piros continues to stand tall— home to the forgotten and to the discarded, and despite their constant struggle to survive, the people of Piros have a better grasp upon the reality of the world, having seen the impact of monster attacks and understanding the harsh truth of death and turmoil. The homeless and the injured line the streets of the quaint town while the residents fight for their place in the world. Buildings are broken down—on the verge of collapsing and without any sign of hope for the required repairs. Piros is the blight upon the beauty of the Radugan Empire.

Clan's Mark ♔ Sword of Damocles

GREEN CLAN

RESERVED ♔ TITLE

With the crackle of electricity, the Green Clan could strike. Their aura resembled the highly unpredictable lightning that flashed through the stormy clouds during a storm, and the populace respected them for their seemingly godly ability. The citizens were blinded by the property of the clan’s aura, realizing and deferring to the might of electricity. They were able to see the affects of the Green Clan’s power even if they did not act due to their familiarity with thunderstorms. Everyone believed that the Green Clan had been blessed due to the inherent characteristic of the green hued aura.

However, the Green Clan strove to be innovative and free. Their power was not locked into the electric consistency of their aura. No, they could alter their own molecular composition, allowing them to shape shift, so they were no longer trapped by the petty imaginations of the powerless. The Green Clan could push their own boundaries by temporarily altering their composition, and if observing their ability from a combat perspective, they were the perfect spies—the assassins kept in the wings for the crucial moment.

From the beginning, the Green Clan guarded their secrets with jealousy coloring their vision and with ideas racing through their minds, and in their opinion, the world did not revolve around laws or the enforcement of policies. No, they believed in creative innovations, knowing that the world would advance through their intelligence and ingenious ideas. It was never a matter of finding a niche within the council for them. They merely wanted the opportunity to implement their more revolutionary ideas without dealing with the red tape associated in following the proper channels.

To many, the Green Clan represents an ideal of freedom. They do not shepherd themselves into the conventional stereotypes, and they constantly search and attempt to break the known boundaries. Many attribute the creation of the walled cities to the creativity of the Green Clan, praising them for the creation of their seemingly safe and indestructible kingdom. The Green Clan proved to be the inventor—the creative mind behind the operations implemented by the crown.

As the center of commercial success, Zöld gained a formidable reputation. Artists and blacksmiths, poets and metal workers, writers and merchants traveled to the city, hoping to break the mold and become a turning point in the history of Raduga. People flocked to the seaside city due to the innovations that appeared overnight, and despite its rustic atmosphere, the citizens herald the city as the future, believing that their solutions would appear from the depths of the Green Clan’s chosen domain. No one doubted the possibilities that existed within the city. It was a miraculous place were ideas became reality.

Clan's Mark ♔ Sword of Damocles