Societas Draconistrarum (RAFs)
| Societas Draconistrarum | |||||||||
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| Sovereign: | Kєvıи Ţɾuęßlòód (ktown) | ||||||||
| Co-Sovereign: | Ɓɾօƙҽղ Vօղ ๖̶̶̶ۣۣۜۜ͜ζ͜͡ ɑɾեհɑցҽ (brokeneuphoria) | ||||||||
| Ambassador: | ₆⁶₆ Aṩђ ҳ ĦɛƖƖıơŋ ÇąƦţɧąɠє ₆⁶₆ (ashley.breuer) | ||||||||
| Proxy: | Sıиƒuℓ Ţɾuęßlòód (sinfullilsecret) | ||||||||
| Political Faction: | Renegade Advocacy Faction - RAF | ||||||||
Greater Houses of Societas Draconistrarum Clan
Contents
House of K-Town
| House of K-Town | |||||||||
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| Princeps: | Kєvıи Ţɾuęßlòód (ktown) | ||||||||
| Delegate: | edgar96.gravois (Undead) | ||||||||
| Liaison: | To be assigned | ||||||||
| History: | |||||||||
Sanguis Irandium
| Sanguis Irandiun | |||||||||
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| Princeps: | Sıиƒuℓ Ţɾuęßlòód (sinfullilsecret) | ||||||||
| Delegate: | To be assigned | ||||||||
| Liaison: | To be assigned | ||||||||
| History: | |||||||||
La Maison de Dragonlys
| La Maison de Dragonlys | |||||||||
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| Princeps: | Ɓɾօƙҽղ Vօղ ๖̶̶̶ۣۣۜۜ͜ζ͜͡ ɑɾեհɑցҽ (brokeneuphoria) | ||||||||
| Delegate: | ₆⁶₆ Aṩђ ҳ ĦɛƖƖıơŋ ÇąƦţɧąɠє ₆⁶₆ (ashley.breuer) | ||||||||
| Liaison: | To be assigned | ||||||||
| History: | |||||||||
SOCIETAS CONQUISITOR SANGUINEM
| SOCIETAS CONQUISITOR SANGUINEM | |||||||||
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| Princeps: | RAE (midnightmoonraven) | ||||||||
| Delegate: | To be assigned | ||||||||
| Liaison: | To be assigned | ||||||||
| History: | TBA | ||||||||
Ɗσмυʂ Sąηgυιηιʂ Ɗяąϲσηιʂ
| Ɗσмυʂ Sąηgυιηιʂ Ɗяąϲσηιʂ | |||||||||
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| Princeps: | Sƙყ ℭąƦţɧąɠє Shαdoω Ɗяąϲσηιʂ (skychross) | ||||||||
| Delegate: | Brøøkě Lynn Ɗαємσηυм Ɗяąϲσηιʂ (brainsandbeauty2012) | ||||||||
| Liaison: | ღEℓкεη Iяσкi Ɓαɖяu Ɗяąϲσηιʂღ (moonlightshadowmouse) | ||||||||
| History: | We, the Children of the Dragon’s Blood, of the House Ɗσмυʂ Sąηgυιηιʂ Ɗяąϲσηιʂ, stand as the eternal guardians of our ancient lineage, forged in the darkness by the union of vampiric and draconic power. Bound by our heritage, we seek to uphold the core values of our bloodline, honor, loyalty and integrity. Safeguarding our ancient traditions and the indomitable strength that flows through our veins.
Our mission is to uphold the core values of our bloodline, honor, loyalty and integrity in the world of the night, to preserve the sanctity of our blood and ensure its purity for generations to come. Through mastery of fire, shadow, and sorcery, we shall reclaim dominion over the shadows, striking fear and awe into those who would oppose us. We shall stand above all vampire houses, for our strength is unmatched—our wings, our flames, our eternal will unyielding. We are protectors of the ancient ways, guardians of draconic might, and keepers of the old rites. We shall honor our ancestors and the mighty dragon whose blood courses within us, never compromising the sacred balance of our lineage. We shall not bend to the whims of weaker blood, nor yield to those who would see our power diminished. Our future is one of enduring strength and upholding the core values of our bloodline, honor, loyalty and integrity. We will forge new alliances when necessary, crush our enemies without mercy, and claim what is ours by birthright—because we are the House of the Blood of Dragons, and we shall never fall. | ||||||||
Đяҽαđtђợяᴎ
| Đяҽαđtђợяᴎ | |||||||||
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| Princeps: | ღۣۜζ͜͡Fҽяαʟ ίᴎđίяα ℒợνίαtαя彡 (strange.spellhunter) | ||||||||
| Delegate: | Fяҽαƙ Aɱbяợsίʊs ℒʊƈανί ℒợνίαtαя (ezra.astral) | ||||||||
| Liaison: | Baal Loviatar Larsson (asmodeus5) | ||||||||
| History: | Feral Indira, spirit free, wandered skies and endless sea. Her heart was ablaze with untamed fire, a soul unbound, always reaching higher. But darkened hands wove fate’s cruel thread, and into vampiric chains she was led. Against her will, her form was changed, her freedom lost, her life estranged. A Sire’s grip was oppressive and tight, yet she still trained him in the night.
North rode upon her rising name, then turned his back—it was all a game. She vouched for him, made him stand, and he thrived beneath her guiding hand. But when the time for truth drew near, he cast aside his mask sincere. Naïve, she sought the best in all, believing change could heed her call. Yet time revealed the cruelest fate—not all can rise, not all will wait. Some take, then turn with blade in hand, leaving debts in broken sand. Invisible, yet indispensable, she toiled, her efforts used and cast aside. Young voices were stilled, their futures sold, by those in power—ruthless, cold. She penned a motion, bold and fair, to end the pain too many bear. "Turn and Burn," she named the plea, a hope to set the young ones free. Support gathered, votes in hand, from outcast groups across the land. Yet the courts denied her rightful claim, her ex-Sovereign blocking change. Una stood against her fight, keeping things buried and out of sight. Betrayed by one she thought was just, her dreams crumbled into dust. To please the cruel, she bore the blame for Plasma’s cold, oppressive reign. For North and those who drained the weak, she became their target, silent and oblique. She saw the path and knew the cost, yet never thought she’d be the one lost. Her trust was placed in hands untrue, but still she believed they’d shift their view. From agony, something new arose—rebirth revealing the power she had always held. Eight days into her newfound might, she challenged darkness in the night. A foe emerged of coward’s way, a tyrant old yet bound to fray. She struck him down, corruption slain, and broke at last the binding chain. No longer bound by others’ fears, she shed her doubts and released her tears. Strength long held within was finally claimed; her fate was her own—none else decide. In shadows deep, a secret lay—a twin-born rule held at bay. Vindicta and Loviatar were bound, two sisters forged on common ground. Out of love, she formed her clan to grow her companion’s cherished plan. Yet she was not respected as a guide, though she worked with heart and burning pride. Each milestone met and goal achieved only fed whispers thick with slight and greed. Zo and Sephi spoke in tones disguised as friendship, hiding betrayal beneath the surface. “You’re no leader,” they declared, yet they stole the fruits of all she shared. Steeped in doubt and silent chains, they sought to keep her bound and restrained. But loyal friends stood by her side, their trust steadfast and undeniable. With their strength, she made her stand, healing herself and freeing her hand. She tore Loviatar from its twin, beginning a bold new chapter. Those who lacked faith and had taken her gifts vanished like wraiths, and as they faded from sight, something greater rose in their place. Still she stood—unbroken and strong—a gentle heart where the lost could belong. Loviatar’s memory remained in keep, yet new roots grew where shadows creep. Within Carthage, she built a house—a refuge from the bitter storm. There were no titled lords, no cruel embrace, only a home for weary souls in need of grace. Here, bonds were forged anew with those whose loyalty proved true. Not all warriors wear a crown, and not all leaders tear you down. She built for them a sacred space, a home for those time would erase. No golden halls, no throne of might, yet she rose against every fight. No court could command her obedience, no crown could make her stand taller. Her battles were not only fought with blade, but in the quiet revolutions of change. Where others cowered, bound by chains, she stood defiant through the flames. And so her tale spread in whispers—a leader forged where angels bled. She was not born of power nor of grace, but of the ones time would erase. She fought for those without a voice and stood when fate left them no choice. For those cast out and ignored, she raised the Pack of Dreadthorn. The highborn sneered and the titled swore, yet she rose, and stood once more. In the seasons after her pack was born, another victory crowned the thorn. The battle she had once fought in vain now bore the fruit of hard-won gain. The Sacred Law Tomes, bound with care, and welcome landmarks placed to share, were given freely from the start to guard each fledgling’s tender heart. No longer left to walk alone, the youngest could now claim their own. It was a quiet triumph, sharp and clear, ending the cycle she had long sought to break. Her pack grew, and her will remained. No tyrant’s wrath could strike in vain. Through storm and fire, loss and pain, her spirit stood unyielding, her hands on the reins. The lost would rise, their fears allayed, for she would fight beyond the grave. This history, told far and wide, carried the story of Feral Indira’s steadfast stride. From chains to wings, she had found her way—an Unyielding Matriarch to this day. Her legacy shone as a guiding star for those forgotten, near and far, and in the halls where the lost ones roam, they found new life—within her home.
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