Haven
(#23837334)
Level 4 Guardian
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Wind.
Male Guardian
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
16.19 m
Wingspan
18.6 m
Weight
7858.66 kg
Genetics
Gold
Crystal
Crystal
Maize
Paint
Paint
White
Crackle
Crackle
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 4 Guardian
EXP: 839 / 4027
STR
12
AGI
10
DEF
11
QCK
11
INT
10
VIT
11
MND
10
Biography
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Uh-oh, looks like this brave wandered a little too far from his home lair 191756, LunaSkeffington, and now he's off to see the world! If ever you feel the need to exalt, he'd really appreciate it if you could just return him to the home lair, or to the 'Dragons Off To See The World' thread, here. This is not necessary, but he would be very grateful! Owners I've Had: 191756, LunaSkeffington 50395, Korozo 244845, Wychwing 152703, WhistlewindWolf 242763. lucidCandlemaker 263468, TheGodOfStories 54495, tanujagtap |
Travel log:
Haven was a brave war commander in his day, but now, hes just a lonely wanderer.
His story is not as important as his quest.
Haven faked his death in order to recover his golden armor. Not just any golden armor but the golden armor.
Haven acquired it from his great, great, great, great, grandfather and supreme war lord of his time.
The armor is enchanted with magic that makes whoever wearing it as strong, and brave as 100 of the bravest dragons combined.
~~~~~
Since he faked his death to obtain his armor, he traveled to a place where even a dragon his size could become lost in a crowd.
Anville was his destination. He created a new life, a new identity there to hide from his past. With the armor donned, he was confident he could protect his prize, but with it off he became terribly paranoid.
His paranoia drove him to the local bankers. He offered them an unrefusable sum of currency to hide his armor away in their most secret and secure of vaults.
He hoped that this would calm his paranoia but not even that was enough. It was possible, said the tiny voice in his ear, that thieves could still trace the armor to the city so long as he was there.
So, he left. He hopes and prays that doing so will calm his anxieties over his armor.
~~~~~
His paranoia woke him. Glistening petals were falling all around him in the middle of a dark forest.
From the specks of light they gave off, curious faces peered at him from the shadows, whispering echoed.
His mind was playing tricks on him, they were asking him questions, but Haven just growled and swatted at them. An orange-winged, blue dragon stepped towards him.
Gozan, they called him, he was wearing armor too…
Haven stared at him. Both carrying a warrior vibe. But something felt different…he was different.
A sudden beacon of pink light fell upon Haven as he was cornered by two pink faes and he fell asleep...
~~~~~
He doesn't know what happened after that, but he woke up to the face of a concerned Tundra. According to her, one of the clan's soldiers found him unconscious on the edge of their territory, so they brought him back to the infirmary. Their healer seemed nice enough, but one fair heart does not a haven make. On her insistence he stayed with the Talans so she could make sure he was fine. After a short time, the voice in his ear whispered again. He had spent long enough here. It was time to move on.
~~~~~
He journeyed. Not much reason for it, but he did. There was a calling, deep within his breast. A tugging that pulled his soul along. A beacon guiding him somewhere. There was his doubt, whispering in his ear. He won't find it, he'll never reach it. But deep inside him, he knew where he was going. Back to the roots. Not his roots, The Roots. He needed healing and where better than the flight that opposes those who spread disease.
~~~~~
They spotted him walking towards the entrance, his crystal hide glinting like light filtering through the leaves. They had never seen such a radiant dragon before, besides their own ambassador, and never had they seen a dragon with such pain in his eyes. The first to approach him was a child, having recently escaped from his mother's incessant care the hatchling was only recently learning to interact with others. This brought the attention of the matriarch and patriarch of the clan. They welcomed the old warrior, such age and wisdom deserved peace and relaxation. The male imp brought Him down to The Roots. Places where the Great Behemoth extends into the lair of nature clans. This is where he would rest. This is where he would heal. For some time, this would be his Haven.
~~~~~
For some time, Haven stayed with his roots. The aroma of the lush land was sweet and relaxing. A calming sensation the old warrior had not had the time to acknowledge in years. The free time had given him a chance think back to his old days, and he soon found his mind wondering back to the vault in Anville. His lovely golden armor, just sitting in an old room, collecting dust while its wearer traveled the world--all the while, feeling naked without it. What if someone had robbed the bank? They surly would have taken his precious armor with them. The idea of some other dragon getting their dirty claws on Haven's armour, enraged him to his core. Unable to sweep this under the carpet, Haven left The Roots early the next morning, heading south, his heart-map leading the way.
Within a slow two day journey, Haven arrived at the Traveler's Station, awaiting a train for The Great Furnace. Whilst boarding the car, the Guardian took a seat next to a chipper Tundra, by the name of Coltan. Although Haven wasn't one for conversations with random strangers, he couldn't help but notice the pale Guardian hatchling in the drake's satchel. The two of them soon struck up a small conversation as the train began to lurch forward, onto its destination. Coltan later explained that he was a forger, heading to the Ashfall Wastes for rare metals and diamonds for his tools. Haven found the dragon's story interesting, and soon found himself talking about his golden armor which he had had stored away in a vault, and now he was traveling back to retrieve it. 'A true adventure story' Coltan had said with a hearty laugh. For what felt like hours, the two dragons had forged a friendship, but they eventually parted ways as the train came to a screeching halt in the station...
~~~~~
Haven was a brave war commander in his day, but now, hes just a lonely wanderer.
His story is not as important as his quest.
Haven faked his death in order to recover his golden armor. Not just any golden armor but the golden armor.
Haven acquired it from his great, great, great, great, grandfather and supreme war lord of his time.
The armor is enchanted with magic that makes whoever wearing it as strong, and brave as 100 of the bravest dragons combined.
~~~~~
Since he faked his death to obtain his armor, he traveled to a place where even a dragon his size could become lost in a crowd.
Anville was his destination. He created a new life, a new identity there to hide from his past. With the armor donned, he was confident he could protect his prize, but with it off he became terribly paranoid.
His paranoia drove him to the local bankers. He offered them an unrefusable sum of currency to hide his armor away in their most secret and secure of vaults.
He hoped that this would calm his paranoia but not even that was enough. It was possible, said the tiny voice in his ear, that thieves could still trace the armor to the city so long as he was there.
So, he left. He hopes and prays that doing so will calm his anxieties over his armor.
~~~~~
His paranoia woke him. Glistening petals were falling all around him in the middle of a dark forest.
From the specks of light they gave off, curious faces peered at him from the shadows, whispering echoed.
His mind was playing tricks on him, they were asking him questions, but Haven just growled and swatted at them. An orange-winged, blue dragon stepped towards him.
Gozan, they called him, he was wearing armor too…
Haven stared at him. Both carrying a warrior vibe. But something felt different…he was different.
A sudden beacon of pink light fell upon Haven as he was cornered by two pink faes and he fell asleep...
~~~~~
He doesn't know what happened after that, but he woke up to the face of a concerned Tundra. According to her, one of the clan's soldiers found him unconscious on the edge of their territory, so they brought him back to the infirmary. Their healer seemed nice enough, but one fair heart does not a haven make. On her insistence he stayed with the Talans so she could make sure he was fine. After a short time, the voice in his ear whispered again. He had spent long enough here. It was time to move on.
~~~~~
He journeyed. Not much reason for it, but he did. There was a calling, deep within his breast. A tugging that pulled his soul along. A beacon guiding him somewhere. There was his doubt, whispering in his ear. He won't find it, he'll never reach it. But deep inside him, he knew where he was going. Back to the roots. Not his roots, The Roots. He needed healing and where better than the flight that opposes those who spread disease.
~~~~~
They spotted him walking towards the entrance, his crystal hide glinting like light filtering through the leaves. They had never seen such a radiant dragon before, besides their own ambassador, and never had they seen a dragon with such pain in his eyes. The first to approach him was a child, having recently escaped from his mother's incessant care the hatchling was only recently learning to interact with others. This brought the attention of the matriarch and patriarch of the clan. They welcomed the old warrior, such age and wisdom deserved peace and relaxation. The male imp brought Him down to The Roots. Places where the Great Behemoth extends into the lair of nature clans. This is where he would rest. This is where he would heal. For some time, this would be his Haven.
~~~~~
For some time, Haven stayed with his roots. The aroma of the lush land was sweet and relaxing. A calming sensation the old warrior had not had the time to acknowledge in years. The free time had given him a chance think back to his old days, and he soon found his mind wondering back to the vault in Anville. His lovely golden armor, just sitting in an old room, collecting dust while its wearer traveled the world--all the while, feeling naked without it. What if someone had robbed the bank? They surly would have taken his precious armor with them. The idea of some other dragon getting their dirty claws on Haven's armour, enraged him to his core. Unable to sweep this under the carpet, Haven left The Roots early the next morning, heading south, his heart-map leading the way.
Within a slow two day journey, Haven arrived at the Traveler's Station, awaiting a train for The Great Furnace. Whilst boarding the car, the Guardian took a seat next to a chipper Tundra, by the name of Coltan. Although Haven wasn't one for conversations with random strangers, he couldn't help but notice the pale Guardian hatchling in the drake's satchel. The two of them soon struck up a small conversation as the train began to lurch forward, onto its destination. Coltan later explained that he was a forger, heading to the Ashfall Wastes for rare metals and diamonds for his tools. Haven found the dragon's story interesting, and soon found himself talking about his golden armor which he had had stored away in a vault, and now he was traveling back to retrieve it. 'A true adventure story' Coltan had said with a hearty laugh. For what felt like hours, the two dragons had forged a friendship, but they eventually parted ways as the train came to a screeching halt in the station...
~~~~~
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