🎭Clans

Centuries have passed since the first Awakening, and the great war that followed. The clans had a great distrust of each other, and that distrust grew into fighting.

The twelve clans have taken territory, far beyond the city, and made it their own. The fighting faded, and with it memories of the great City that had once existed. The secrets of their powers, the elements themselves, lost.

Twelve new cities grew up around the ruin of the old one. Twelve clans, twelve elements, twelve proud nations. Which brings the story to you.

Which mark do you bear, and how fiercely does your element stir inside you?