For thousands of years we have been around. We were honorable, we were just. We treated this strange land we were given as it was our own; like we had always been a part of earth. The creatures we prey on are unlike us, and yet we never wasted any life taken. We followed the warrior code and looked to the stars of Spirit Clan for guidance. We formed comfortable Clans to match our own specific tastes, and we treated them like family. We were strong, we were proud. But times like these never last.
Welcome to the Drayma region. Or, rather, unwelcome. It was once a beautiful land of the elements, of the forests, and bountiful prey. We were aliens here; Pokemon, living in Clans as though our species was here the entire time. Humans are unheard of in this distant land on the planet Earth - they have since died out... or have they? The Clans have never heard of such a creature....
We are
Draynor Clan, for justice and equality.
Kerodon Clan, for the intelligent and skilled.
Ukkonen Clan, for the free-spirited and those connected to nature.
Rath Clan, for those filled with hatred and pride...
Yet this is our land now, no matter how ravaged it is after Reikhon Shadrovin lost his mind. We were all enslaved by the vicious black and red Ninetales, and he slaughtered us whenever he saw fit, got bored, or wanted a meal. The Clans were basically dead. We were all going to die, and he didn't seem to care. Yet we waited, for a single mistake, a single slip from our overlord... and that time came! We took him down like a tidal wave, and sent him into exile on Kahli Island, hoping to never see him again... that, or we'd kill him.
Yet Drayma did not become all happy again. We were still reviving from his reign, and now without that iron grip that he had, we were a mess. No one could take control, no one could help us, it seemed. Then two legendary leaders - Kheiza of Rath and Tramp of Draynor, came to revive the Clans. They instantly took over and yet did not abuse us in our state of mind. The four Clans came back for good, and we could not have been happier, but our numbers had dropped by half or more, and the Clans have been struggling to get back ever since. The relationships between them are tense, and there has been a shortage of food.
Corruption has taken place. Leaders are too busy worrying about who will take their place when they die, and making sure their blood line goes on. Those of bad blood lines are often mistreated, and anyone with a leader in their heritage is praised instantly.
Skeletons are still around from Reikhon's reign, and it is hard to forget him. It is likely we never will, but if we are to rebuild and become the glorious region we had once been, we'll have to at least try.
