Oy of Mid-World: Only clan members know of this place, so outsiders are NEVER allowed here.
Tallulah is an Ahtun clan. In this clan, everyone has a say as to what is going on and what they are to do in situations. The chief is chosen based on his or her ability to sway the crowd to their perspective. Once a decision has been reached, each and every member must comply with the majority ruling, even if they had been opposed to it in the first place, they must do what was decided upon. If they do not, they are kicked out of the clan. New members are chosen if their phsyical and/or mental capabilities can enhance aspects of the clan. These Ahtun try to live normal, peaceful lives. They are neither good nor evil, but neutral. They live with the land, not on it, nor do they dominate it.
The Yahto River is sacred to them. They claim the section of the river around the cavern as their own territory.
Clan's History:
Not so long ago, the worst snowstorm ever to have crossed the sky was overpowering the lands. The inhabitants had to scurry for cover and try to brave out the storm. Yet two creatures did not. Coming opposite points on the compass, these two weary travelers pushed their way through the strong winds. One, looking for a home he never knew but in his dreams, the other searching for a fine meal and land to hunt.
Aslan was an adolescent Ahtun with the power of site. He had grown up in a far place, but he did not call it home. Every night his dreams were of sparkling blue walls and the constant sound of rushing water. He knew this place was important and he was meant to go there. So when he was of age, he left the only world he had ever known and began his trek east.
Clare was an adult Ahtun with a taste for the hunt. She came from a lush paradise known for it's vast amounts of game. She grew up alone, since her people abandoned their young to fend for themselves. Then one day, a powerful force struck the land and turned the green grass to sand, the lush forests to ash, and the cool winds to harsh arid gales. With all the game gone or dead, Clare was forced to leave her lands. Her heart told her to head west, and so she did.
As it is told, Aslan walked miles through the snow, forcing himself to keep going in search of the place of his dreams. He kept this up for hours until, at last, he collapsed onto the soft, fresh-snow covered ground. There he lay until Clare found him. Clare would have missed him if fate had not parted the skies at the exact moment when she glanced his way. Being bigger than the smaller creature, she lifted him off the ground and continued on the hunt.
As she reached a raging river, he begun to stir. Clare placed him on the ground as his eyes opened. "I know that sound..." he said as he got up. They both looked up the river to see the beautiful waterfall that was dominating the sound of the forest. As if their gaze penetrated it's life force, the waterfall opened briefly before them, showing a sparkling blue cavern. Racing like there was no tomorrow, Aslan ran to the waterfall. Clare, not fully understanding, chased after him.
He lept from stone to stone across the river until he was close enough to it's mouth to jump inside. He disappeared from Clare's vision. Weary of danger, Clare looked around the waterfall before approaching it. She found an entrance to the cave just beside the waterfall. You had to leap the stones on the raging river to actually be able to see the entrance. Leaping after Aslan, she entered the cavern.
Inside, she found him just sitting there on his hindquarters. "I am home..." she heard him whisper.
Clare stayed with Aslan and begun a family which, after a few generations, grew to become the Tallulah clan.
