[center][s][h1]Telrakh Clan:[/h1][/s][color=red]-Razed by an unknown clan and extinct.[/color]
A great clan once known for their mastery of the sword, it was once said that they danced through the battlefields and decimated their enemies in swift stride. Their skill with the sword was said to be graceful, almost divine. They did not like outsiders as they greatly feared their sword art would be copied and muddied by outsiders, due to this they did not socialise or trade with other clans. This also meant that they had no pacts and treaties with surrounding tribes, choosing to be elusive than hospitable.

Despite their tremendous skill with the sword they were taken by surprise by an unknown enemy with unknown fighting styles, what the enemy lacked in skill they made up for in thrice the numbers, and with the Telrakh having no allies, the village was razed and fell. Their own hubris led to their untimely demise. 
Many died in the initial onslaught, however the scant few that survived were taken and tortured to reveal their secrets, astoundingly none broke, and their secrets died with them.

Taltrus struggles to recall his old tribe but always felt a pang of melancholic nostalgia around the sweet smell of citrus, and the calming smell of green pastures.[/center]