Clans and their backgrounds

The Avians, are a race of proud people with wings upon their backs. Easily misinterpreted to be angels or winged elves with their slanted eyes and slender frames. The exception with these people are their wings are those of the birds that live around and at the mountains. 

Llewelyn, are the forest dwellers around the mountains. Prefering the trees and foilage that surrounds them. Skilled with a bow and tracking. Their wings are strong hawk wings. Very down to earth people, whom are also fiercely loyal.

Curabor, these people are the middle class who spend most of their lives serving the Clynderwen as servants, scouts or messangers. Soft spoken and quite coy. With light to darker grey shades of downy dove wings. Living within
nested encirclements near their places of service.

Arcenciel, any mortal or 'outlander' as non avian people are called would know when any of these colourful characters are about. Loud spoken, outgoing and lively. Flamboyant colours of the tropics splash their wings of a rainbow lorikeet parrot. Their place of habit is near the waterfalls and exotic wonders the mountains have to offer.

Opedero, tough and very hardy like nails these avians think the rest live Frivolous lives of luxury and unnecessesary comfort. To prove their point
these people live near glacial cliff edges and artic temperatures of water that pools and travels to and from the mountains. Thick and grand feathers of an osprey they proudly display. They would be the equilvalent to the barbarians of any other race.

Sadivarn, this clan only has the desire to destory and cause trouble for the Clynderwen and anyone else that stands in their way. Ebony tattered or glossy well managed Crow/Raven wings. Practicing the art of deception and betrayal. At times they also decieve each other. Settling amongst the dark caverns and obscured alien like forestry around the mountains surrounded by an evil aura no known animal or 'outlander' dares attempt to enter.

Vertigast, from all the other clans this group is the least organised. Sometimes it is difficult to determine if they are at all. The scavengers, the low lifes, the misfits, the dropouts. Adorned upon their backs are vulture wings. The tendancy to rifle through old scrap until it is bare. Wanderers they generally dwell in the deserted and barren places the mountain has to offer.