Emissary
(#19401013)
Level 6 Nocturne
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.86 m
Wingspan
4.55 m
Weight
435.38 kg
Genetics
Jade
Poison
Poison
Crimson
Hex
Hex
Silver
Capsule
Capsule
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 6 Nocturne
EXP: 1651 / 8380
STR
34
AGI
6
DEF
7
QCK
14
INT
6
VIT
6
MND
7
Lineage
Biography
"They said it was a trick of the light."
"They said? Wait, the dog or the phenomenon?"
The hatchling crouched close by, flickering her tongue in the dusk, listening, listening.
"This place gives me the creeps. I'm going back to the lair."
She watched, she waited, she listened. She learned.
The clan found her early into the festivities of the year's end. Patient, bright blue eyes blinking in the light, a sense of otherworldliness about her. She was not the first of the shadowbinder's children they had found, but she was still special.
She named herself, as all the nocturnes in the lair did. Emissary, a spokesdragon for a thing far off, out of reach. As she grew she became more and more otherworldly, adorning herself with feathers and magic and the wind itself.
Follow, child.
She watched, she waited, she listened, she learned.
With every step of her delicate feet, her skin would ripple as though it were fluid. The markings upon her scales were ever-changing, that which flocked to her ever ephemeral. The clan knew her by the bird which sat upon her shoulder and fed upon the scraps she left behind, and knew that when it was absent, it was but another illusion.
Follow and be free.
She had been given a purpose when the Shadowbinder had breathed life into her egg and set it wandering within an enchanted chest, this she knew. She would find it, one day. And she would bring her clan the stories.
"They said? Wait, the dog or the phenomenon?"
The hatchling crouched close by, flickering her tongue in the dusk, listening, listening.
"This place gives me the creeps. I'm going back to the lair."
She watched, she waited, she listened. She learned.
The clan found her early into the festivities of the year's end. Patient, bright blue eyes blinking in the light, a sense of otherworldliness about her. She was not the first of the shadowbinder's children they had found, but she was still special.
She named herself, as all the nocturnes in the lair did. Emissary, a spokesdragon for a thing far off, out of reach. As she grew she became more and more otherworldly, adorning herself with feathers and magic and the wind itself.
Follow, child.
She watched, she waited, she listened, she learned.
With every step of her delicate feet, her skin would ripple as though it were fluid. The markings upon her scales were ever-changing, that which flocked to her ever ephemeral. The clan knew her by the bird which sat upon her shoulder and fed upon the scraps she left behind, and knew that when it was absent, it was but another illusion.
Follow and be free.
She had been given a purpose when the Shadowbinder had breathed life into her egg and set it wandering within an enchanted chest, this she knew. She would find it, one day. And she would bring her clan the stories.
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Exalting Emissary to the service of the Arcanist will remove them from your lair forever. They will leave behind a small sum of riches that they have accumulated. This action is irreversible.
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