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.