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Unfinished Clan Profile

Clan Name: Lucacia
Clan Symbol: |.:.|

Chieftan: Position Open
Cheiftess: Position open
Hunters: Positions open
Youth: Positions open
Healer: Position open
Shaman: Position open
Storyteller: Absynthe (rishlan)

Clan's Geography:
Past the Eastern border of the Twilight Forest, deep into the heart of the Sinister Bogs is an island. Not a terribly huge island, but safe from the treacherous ground of the Bog and from the other inhabitants of the World At Large. Thick with distorted racia trees, their gnarled and twisted limbs creating a series of tunnels and burrows high above the ground, this strange little island is fondly known to it's strange little inhabitants as "Lucacia". They speak as if the island is a sentient being and it would be no suprise if these odd rishlan actually believed it was.

Though the bogs are usually rather dank and odious, this island is the exception. Through the care of the Lucacians through the ages, it has become sweet-smelling and pleasant, though wild-looking. The hunting can sometimes be scarce, usually the clan has to leave the island and hunt elsewhere, then bring their kill back. There is a source of fresh water on the island, an underground spring which feeds a tranquil pool which feeds a small brook which goes on to run into the greater bog.

Access to the island requires an intimate knowledge of the bogs, and there is only one land-access trail that is safe. Consequently, unless you are a flying creature, it's impossible to get to the island without proper guidance from a Lucacian. Of course, flying or walking in uninvited or without a Lucacian escort can result in serious torment and injury.


Clan's History:
It was a Dark And Stormy night. Five young rishlan, outcast from society, were lost in the bog, nearly drowning, and facing Certain Death. They finally managed to crawl up onto an island of gnarled racias and strange plantlife. When morning came, they realized they knew no way off the island. After several frenzied days, these outcasts realized that, perhaps, this island was not the worst place they could be.

Sure, the hunting in the bog was a bit iffy. And the marsh gas had the inherent tendency to make some of the clan members go a little (or a lot) mad. And if you ate the funny spotted mushrooms you were likely to hallucinate. On the other hand, the island was hidden, protected, safe, a perfect haven for these rishlan who had no one but each other. And so...
they stayed.

As time passed, the island became a paradise in the midst of the bogs. Under the care of the mad Lucacians a community was established. A community prone to anarchist ideals and the occasional tumble from the treetops, but also a community of tightly knit rishlan who will go to great lengths to protect and nurture their own. That being anyone labeled as different and cast
from society at large. Or just those who have that idealistic streak which will not thrive anywhere but Lucacia.

The Lucacians have a tendency of bringing back "strays". Since the exact location of the island is only known to clan members, said clan members will often bring other rishlan back to the island for various reasons. The Lucacians are not fierce as a rule, save when one of their own is in trouble. They are usually very welcoming to newcomers, especially when a clan member can vouch for them.

Clan's Ruling:
The clan of Lucacia pays little heed to authority, rules and constriction in general. Respect must be earned through one's actions, and respect is the only way a chieftan or chieftess can be set. The clan tends to follow the lead of whoever seems most capable, whoever has gained the most respect from the rest of the clan members. Lucacians are very accepting and nurturing, and they teach tolerance to their young. But they also teach that one must protect one's clan at all costs. While they are very accepting towards other outcasts, they are wary of outsiders, especially those with more closeminded viewpoints.

It looks good, except given their ideals and ruling, they really don't seem very mad. XD

DON'T EAT THE MAGIC MUSHROOMS! -- Tenth Kingdom, wroo. XD