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Pompfunebere

(#10557880)

Level 10 Nocturne

Familiar

Shatterbone Vulture

Energy: 49/50

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Measurements

Length

5.23 m

Wingspan

6.71 m

Weight

463.91 kg

Genetics

Denim
Flaunt

Denim
Seraph

Blue
Spines

Hatchday

Feb 10, 2015
(9 years)

Breed

Adult
Nocturne

Eye Type

Water
Rare

Level 10 Nocturne

EXP: 22240 / 27676

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Lineage

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Biography

^{P O M P F U N E B E R E}

_{undertaker | lorekeeper}

"The dead deserve a respectful farewell. No necromancers invited."

diligent | classy | irritated

Pomp has made it her charge (yes, she has taken one) to take care of the dead of the clan. This duty fortunately is not often required, but when it is, there is nobody who would do it with greater care and piety.

She is surprisingly social and can often be found at gatherings, especially at the ones where the storytellers unite. However, she has an ongoing feud with the clan's necromancers, as she feels they are meddling with her charge.

After Verlassenschaft's passing, she has found he has passed the position of lorekeeper to her. Never one to disrespect a will, Pomp has taken up the profession with loving care.

"What would you have me talk about?"

How we all came here? I cannot speak for everyone, but let me show you a small memory fragment...

The waves close over your head and you can feel yourself sink deeper and deeper. It is not even very cold, but you can feel the air desert you, and the light grow dimmer. You will drown, you think, almost absent-mindedly, when you see a small spark of light in the darkness, approaching you. It comes closer very fast, and you think you can make out a dragon's shape, a guardian, perhaps, but you do not care much, for you are lacking air.
The guardian grabs you, knocking the last bit of breath out of your lungs, and the only thing you remember before your vision fades is four eyes suddenly staring intently at you, and the muted glow of a water rune.
When you open your eyes again, you realize you are still surrounded by water, but it does not seem threatening anymore, but welcoming and calming. You can breathe now. Not breathe perhaps, not in the sense of the word, but you feel comfortable.
Only now you notice the blue guardian looming over you, and the much smaller mirror by her side.
"The Tidelord has accepted you into his domain. Welcome.", he speaks hissingly, and the guardian adds, in a much deeper voice than her mate, "I am Terwe, and the ones who are not quite drowned are my charge. If you want this to be your new home, then so be it."

You would like to hear about the members of our clan? We, the Not Quite Drowned, are comprised of various sub-groups. Let me tell you about them first.

^{The Undrowned}
_{oracles and seers}

The Undrowned are the most powerful oracles of the clan. Usually only Water dragons possess the abilities to ascend to this rank, although there have been exceptions.

Terwe, our founder and matriarch. Technically, it's not every lair member that is her charge, but she guards us all with the same ferocity.
She is on rather friendly terms with the local maren, and they have dubbed her their 'guardian of the abyss'.

Velveyn, mate and advisor to our leader. He is a very capable priest of the Tidelord and healer, and it is he who grants newcomers the ability to breathe beneath the waves. Has a rather dramatic way of speaking, but will surprise you with a horrible pun coming out of nowhere.

Sonntag continues her mother's work, just as diligently roaming the trench, gathering the drowned souls. To what end, I do not know, nor do I wish to. Her presence has a strange effect, it is oddly soothing but also exhausting.

Undrowned, our best oracle. To be honest, I have only very rarely seen her around, and when I have, she has always given me a little fright. I am not easily scared, mind, but there is something about her that makes me uneasy. Not in an evil kind of way, now, but it's just... like your future is standing there, and it's staring at you.

While Selder is not as powerful an oracle as his peers due to his forgetfulness and how fleeting his prophecies are, his counsel and insight into the Tidelord's whispers is still highly appreciated.
He usually puts his talents to another use - he is an amazing apothecary and has a gift for divining what exactly it is that ails one.

^{The Trenchguard}
_{warriors, guards, watchers}

What exactly is the Trenchguard guarding, you may ask, and I will advise you not to.

Cathedral, first of the guards. She has been with the clan for what seems like forever. Her loyalty is undebatable. She lives for a good fight and to tell the tale afterwards. However, she also has a rather caring side, and has already raised many lost hatchlings.
Her opinion is greatly valued by the leaders.

If you ever find yourself worried, or in need of a quiet listener who will not judge you, Hallows is who you should seek out. You can easily find the Guardian by following the strange trails of light he leaves in his wake. He often stands watch outside of the lair entrance, looking out for some unseen danger.

Magically gifted with a strange ability to turn himself into a mere whisper or the foam on the waves, Church might appear in the strangest places where you'd never expect him. He is however very kind and never means to startle anyone, instead preferring to amuse the young ones with glowing faerie lights and bubbles.

Diatonic may well look imposing and a bit scary, but he dislikes fighting and is surprisingly well-spoken and gentle, when approached with kindness.
If I may put in my personal opinion, I believe he is afraid of becoming an Emperor one day, considering all the times he has asked me about warding runes.

Unwucht is a sweet young Guardian who has only just found his charge, and really, it's adorable how awkward he acts around it. To better protect his charge he has decided to train and become a Trenchguard.

Murkmarsh has once been raised by Cathedral, and it shows. When it comes to fervor, nobody has more than her. When she fights, she is imbued with elemental light, the magical candles at her side emitting a blinding glow.

Though he is the oldest member of our clan, at least in years, you would never know it. Belcur is a boisterous warrior, a spell-slinging fury, though only in a fight. With other dragons, he is usually very jovial and loves a good tale. He is best friends with Velveyn, and it's rumoured they may be related due to their similar coloration.

Haunt, initially and understandably very wary of the resident undead, has come to accept them, as have I, though it seems they still keep a watchful eye. Haunt shows excellent skills with the sword, specializing in combat against malevolent spirits.

Ilrahin, our healer, and incidentally, a lich. It still strikes me as strange, but he wields blessings and prayers of mending as easily as I have seen other undead cast curses and hexes. He means well, it seems, and even I have to admit that he has proven himself time and time again.

^{The Abyssal Archives}
_{archivists and librarians, peddlers of fortunes}

When the clan's collection of prophecies and foretellings - scribbled on scraps of paper, etched into tablets, whispered into bottles - was becoming a little too disorganized, Kalibram took over. An enthusiastic chronicler, she had realized the importance of organization and structure, setting the foundation for the archives.

Haven is a student of prophecies and magic, specializing in curses and prophecies of doom. She has managed to break quite a few of the heavy ones, and we are all thankful enough to overlook her general laziness.

Tanaihvra provides access to the stored prophecies, making sure dragons who have travelled far to find out about one receive the information they need. She is not as well-organized as one would hope, but she makes up for it with good intentions and kindness.

Sic is the polar opposite of the cheerful Tanai, preferring to hide away between the shelves. Just look at her, she looks like a document herself! However I will not talk ill of her, noone at the archives is as dutiful as she is.

Sweet Niji does not quite know what she is doing - her prophetic powers are decent, but she is bad at using them, her magical talent is there, but she is too unfocused to tap into it. For now she is with the archives, and it seems she does well there.

Muir

Arlivesteth

Staubgefluester

^{The Scarlet Seaslug}
_{smugglers, pirates, thieves}

Lamont

Lure

Altoivie

^{The Whispering Reeds}
_{guardians of the coast}

^{Jetsam and Flotsam}
_{assorted lair members}

^{The Beasts Below}
_{ancient trench dwellers, best left alone in the depths}

Ankerfall

Seesturm

Seewert

Seelicht

Seescherbe

Abgrund

Wolkenbank

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