Clan Sgàthach
The Soft Step Strikes Fastest
Perched on the mist-bound ridges and shadowed forests of the far northeastern highlands, Clan Sgàthach is the smallest of the four great northern Clans — but among the most feared. Its territory lies in a natural pocket of isolation, hemmed in on three sides by the Draconis Combine and bordered to the west by Clan Arthfael, with whom relations are uneasy at best.
In this crucible of pressure, danger, and scarcity, Clan Sgàthach has refined a culture of quiet precision, ruthless efficiency, and unmatched mastery of the natural world’s silent language. The Sgàthaich, are stalkers of the unseen, masters of ambush, shadow warfare, and survival. Their warriors do not wear banners or cry challenges — they hunt. Whether slipping through pine-slick ravines, gliding across snow-laden branches, or vanishing into a clouded hill pass, they leave behind no trace save a few broken twigs and the silence of a battle already over. Their lands are steep, forested, and treacherous — a tangle of pine valleys, fog-choked moors, and blackstone ridges, threaded with hidden groves and ancient dolmens wrapped in ivy. Though lacking the arable expanses of other Clans, the land is rich in medicinal herbs, rare mountain timber, and potent leylines that fuel the nature-warping magic of Clan Sgàthach’s seers and druids.
Magic among the Sgàthaich is subtle and refined — focused on camouflage, senses, binding, silence, and the manipulation of beasts and terrain. Their druids speak not only to animals but to the very moods of the land. Some say the forest itself will not permit a Combine patrol to pass if a Sgàthach druid walks its boughs. Skirmishes with the Draconis Combine are frequent. Border patrols vanish. Tracks twist into circles. Entire units wander into valleys that weren’t there the day before. Yet the Combine dares not commit to open war — not for fear of defeat, but for fear of being dragged into a campaign of slow, unending erosion. Among the Clans, Clan Sgàthach is seen with a mix of respect and unease. Their methods are quiet, their oaths careful, and their pride is not easily stung — but once roused, they do not forget. They remember every trespass, every broken agreement, every slight. Where others rage like fire or roar like storm, Clan Sgàthach waits in silence... until the moment to strike arrives.
They do not sing their victories. They do not build stone walls. They listen. They move. They endure. And in the darkness beneath the boughs, they are never alone.
“The claw you don’t see is the one already inside you.” — Old Sgàthaich saying
Clan Sgàthach
Pronunciation: /ˈskah-ukh/
A soft, breathy "ch" like in Scottish "loch."
Type
Druidic Circle
Leader Title
Location
Controlled Territories
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