Blood of Aysgarth (ACs)

Blood of Aysgarth
	Sovereign:	Aʟʏʀᴀʜ Fᴏʀꜱᴀᴋᴇɴ ϮAʏꜱɢᴀʀᴛʜϮ (stonerqueenalyrah)
	Co-Sovereign:	ᴍᴏʀɢᴀɴ ᴀʏsɢᴀʀᴛʜ (aschwann)
	Ambassador:	Not Assigned
	Proxy:	Aᴏɪᴅᴇᴍ Ɗαякнєαят Ϯᴏꜰ AʏꜱɢᴀʀᴛʜϮ (aoidem)
	Political Faction:	Arch Cabalist (AC)

History:

It’s said that the Aysgarth vampire can trace their lineage to the dragons of the past, ancient beasts with lungs made of lava who prowled the lands on their massive wings. A thousand years ago when vampirism first spread to the dragonkin, reinforcing their strong blood with the curse of bloodlust. Originating from Arch Raine and Blood Regent Dunkel, the Aysgarth vampires were elemental dragonkin, each member of the line gifted with a tolerance and affinity for a particular element. The Aysgarth line is matrilineal in nature, with leadership passing between mothers and daughters, sister to sister; a close-knit band of women who protect each other fiercely and whose bonds have been forged over the fires of hardship. For generations, the Aysgarth vampires roamed the earth, lost and disenfranchised by war and bloodshed and politics, spreading across the realm and wandering aimlessly, trying to find their kin and a place to belong, a promised land that accepts their unique identity. Even in their travels and their search for a true family, the Aysgarths felt out of place, unable to reconcile their identity with either vampires or the true dragons of old from which they originated from. Considered an abomination in the eyes of the true dragons who thought of vampirism a plague, the Aysgarths felt out of place, shamed for their origin, and pushed aside. On the other hand, vampire society was far too close knit, dragonkin being too strange in their midst. For years, the Aysgarth had no home to call their own, no family, except for their constant quest to find others just like them – the odd ones, the misfits, the ones deluded by their identity, the ones lost and looking for a way to be found, the ones discarded and pushed aside, the ones abused and broken down. For it is in these lost souls, they could truly see and find themselves. The dragonkin magic deep in their veins sparked in strange ways when an Aysgarth would come across a lost sister of their tribe. It’s said to be like a magnetic pull, dragonkin blood reacting to one another and creating a spark of magic of their preferred element. And as their tribe grew, their magic melded together and their bonds grew deeper. Dragonscourte Keep, the ancestral land for the Aysgarth, was founded on a lonely island surrounded by rocks and ancient woods, a harsh unforgiving piece of land where waves crash against the stone and send foam flying up the air, but home nonetheless. This little island would in time become the meeting place and shelter for lost dragonkins and would serve as a bridge between vampires and those descended from dragons. When the great war ravaged the lands, the Aysgarths were pushed out their island and sought refuge with the clan of Ellfanore, where they were welcomed with open arms by the Sovereign Kat, a descendant of Arch Raine himself. Rendered homeless again, the Aysgarth vampires let loose all their anguish in the desolate battlefield, where all their elemental magic became one and razed down the ground in vicious blood-red flames. Dragonfire carried their shared pain into the battlefield, but instead of bringing about mindless destruction, a phoenix was born from it.

Greater Houses of Blood of Aysgarth Clan

Ðяαɠøηš¢øųяŧἔ

Ðяαɠøηš¢øųяŧἔ
	Princeps:	Ⱥℓƴяαɧ Đϊ'Iɠŋαcϊø Ⱥƴsɠαяŧɧ (stonerqueenalyrah)
	Delegate:	Eʟᴇɴᴀ Fᴏʀꜱᴀᴋᴇɴ ϮAʏꜱɢᴀʀᴛʜϮ (lilbit.bitey)
	Liaison:	Mᴏʀɢᴀɴ 바이푸 (aschwann)
	History:	"We cheat Death from his rightful victory. No one can defeat us. We are glad to plunge Feet first into hell in the knowledge that we will rise."

Ϯ DЯΛKΛIПΛ IЯΛΣ Ϯ

Ϯ DЯΛKΛIПΛ IЯΛΣ Ϯ
	Princeps:	Ϯ Aᴏɪᴅᴇᴍ Ɗякнят o'Aʏꜱɢᴀяᴛʜ Ϯ (aoidem)
	Delegate:	Ϯ Hᴀяʟᴏᴡ Ɗякнят o'Aʏꜱɢᴀяᴛʜ Ϯ (saramynxth)
	Liaison:	Ϯ Mɪʟᴋꜱʜᴀᴋᴇ Ɗякнят o'Aʏꜱɢᴀяᴛʜ Ϯ (niskus)
	History:	"Some one the hoard shall ever hold, Till the destined day shall come; For a time there is when every man Shall journey hence to Hel. The fate of the Norns before the headland Thou findest, and doom of a fool; In the water shalt drown if thou row ‘gainst the wind, All danger is near to death. Tell me then, Fafnir, for wise art famed, And much thou knowest now: Who are the Norns who are helpful in need, And the babe from the mother bring? Of many births the Norns must be, Nor one in race they were Some to gods, others to elves are kin, And Dvalin’s daughters some." -- Old world magic touches the house of Horde Norn. Descendants of Seraphs, Demons, and all manner of Monstrous beings : the house stands as a sanctuary for all who are neither good, nor evil. Above all else, care and attention is placed on the web of fate and how all must play a role in it’s weaving. The Horde Norn are defined by a passion for aliveness which is complimented by a deep, dark loyalty to their own. Ceremonies and rituals are close to their hearts. They delight to dance in the night by fire, and will often be found doing so. But do not mistake them for wildlings ; they are often entrenched in culture and poised with a lust for the arts. House Horde Norn hails from all reaches of the world and speaks many tongues, but they are bound together by fate. Each member is drawn to this sanctuary ; every string a vital twist in the tapestry of the story.

Phoenix ridicându-se

Phoenix ridicându-se
	Princeps:	ℛăӱνεȵ ℵĩʂεѓΰ Ⱥƴsɠαяŧɧ (brokenangel75)
	Delegate:	ŞɨҚ Ⱥƴsɠαяŧɧ (sikboy.coberts)
	Liaison:
	History:	TBA

Dʀǟƈʊʟ

Dʀǟƈʊʟ
	Princeps:	AʟɛӼǟռɖʀǟ Di'Ignacio Dʀǟƈʊʟ (sandrinebellerose)
	Delegate:	Hiroki Di'Ignacio Dʀǟƈʊʟ (danielshido)
	Liaison:	Cerberus Dʀǟƈʊl (hardheartblood)
	History:	TBA