Long ago there existed a clan north of Ocean, the long lost Moontide Clan,
so ancient that it was believed to be one of the originals after the "Great
Separation" that scattered the Clans in the first place. Wild and free,
this Clan was well liked by many and famous for its very strong aged orange
hooch. But one rainy night the Clan vanished without a trace. The area they
had occupied was completely deserted; only their wagons and a few traces of
daily life remained. Some say a great wizard they helped turned them all into
birds to fly away and travel the lands. Some say they were rifted to a better
plane by an incarnation in thanks for a gift of their prized hooch; maybe the
plane of pleasure. Some say they were all killed by an angry fae or necromancer
as a vendetta. But many say they just wondered off, as it is common for Gypsies
to go wherever the winds may take them. It is rumored that two members of the
clan remain. It is one of life's mysteries to see an ancient clan disappear
without a trace.