Marken
(#21845623)
Level 1 Skydancer
Familiar
Miniature Sornieth Globe
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Ice.
Male Skydancer
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.3 m
Wingspan
6.59 m
Weight
853.35 kg
Genetics
Ice
Poison
Poison
Ice
Paint
Paint
Ice
Okapi
Okapi
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Skydancer
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
4
AGI
5
DEF
4
QCK
9
INT
9
VIT
4
MND
9
Biography
Master Mage Marken
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"I'm currently in the process of mastering a spell which could do that... No I can't do it now." "I leave you this piece of myself. An imprint of myself to protect you and guide you." |
-Formerly of the Updraft Knot ◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆ -Master of the Deep Magics ◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆ -Marasmius Haematocephalus ◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆ |
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Marken is the clan's head mage. He spends most of his time studying and practicing magic. But he is very powerful and very wise, so he aids Trill whenever he's needed. Marken is also a Representative from the clan's Mystics. The Mystics are what the magic users call themselves. It was organized recently and is led by Marken's grandchildren Irulan and Melange. He is their mentor and guides the Mystics in their journey to develop their powers. While he represents the Mystics on the Council, he is not their leader and does not command them. Irulan and Melange are the official leaders but they are too young and inexperienced to be on the Council, and they are not very interested in the matters of the council anyway as long as the Council permits them to continue their studies and magical practices. Unfortunately when Teovanth's army attacked, and the clan fled to a haven in the Fortress of Ends, the Council was disbanded, the mystics divided on what action to take. Fight or rebuild. Marken was solidly in the "stay in the Fortress of Ends and reclaim what little they have left of their culture" category. He was working on re-transcribing his notes on magical spells when his granddaughter Irulan brought him disturbing news. Oleron, one of the few dragons as old and powerful as Marken or Trill, was going to make a move against Trill's allies. Marken didn't have his resources rebuilt yet, he didn't have the ability to cast the proper protection spells, at least not before Oleron sent his mysterious and deadly apprentice after him. Irulan told her grandfather that there was no choice, he would have to flee. Marken was heartbroken that he would have to leave his friends and family again. So he did something he'd never tried before. He rushed to his study, drew a hasty casting circle, grabbed the scrolls he had prepared and started his spell. Almost immediately he felt a painful tugging in his ribcage and in his sensory bone on his forehead, but he kept casting his spell. Then he felt himself split in two like he'd been slashed by giant claws. At first he thought that Saraneth had come for him, but then he opened his eyes and saw the truth. He'd finished his spell, and he'd succeeded. |
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 Daughter: Fortuna the Seer  Grandson: Melange  Granddaughter: Irulan |
 A pale and ghostly dragon lay panting on the floor next to Marken. This creature was so faded and insubstantial he could not be a being of flesh and blood. He had the same shape as Marken, but his color was all but bleached from him, except for the tint of ice that reflected the place he was created. Marken looked at the specter and asked, "Do you know who you are? What you are?" The creature blinked slowly, coughed, and wheezed before finally saying in a voice like a crisp breeze, "I am you. Master Mage Marken, or a shadow of that name." "Good. And what is your purpose?" the physical Marken asked. "To watch for you. To act when needed. And to provide council to our friends and family. I will do these things so that you might go to safety. That we... might not be harmed." Marken nodded and said, "Thank you Marken. You are a copy of my soul, and so I am loathe to flee without helping you adjust to your existence. But I have no choice. Our granddaughter Irulan will look after you." "Don't worry about me. Go. Now. He's coming," the specter said as it got to it's feet. Marken nodded, grabbed his pack and hurried from the lair so he could take to the sky. He had friends in the Scarred Wasteland. They would take him in. When Saraneth burst into Marken's study prepared to slice through the little mage which his golden claws, he found only a wisp of a dragon. Sitting behind the desk reading a tome. He slashed at it anyway, just to be safe, he didn't want his master to be upset with him, but his claws went right through the creature. "You've failed to kill Marken but succeeded in driving him away. I am here in his stead. And you cannot harm me." Saraneth knew he had to try to destroy the creature or risk punishment. He tore through every piece of furniture in the study, crushed the chair the specter was sitting on, but it just sat there on the air, looking at him with a cold smile. |
 Creater: Marken  Enemy: Oleron  Enemy: Saraneth |
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