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Eir

(#28207964)

Warden of the Prison

Familiar

Four-Eyed Phylactery

Energy: 49/50

Personal Style

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Skin

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Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

19.11 m

Wingspan

16.87 m

Weight

6144.21 kg

Genetics

Obsidian
Crystal

Steel
Toxin

Obsidian
Thylacine

Hatchday

Nov 02, 2016
(7 years)

Breed

Adult
Imperial

Eye Type

Ice
Common

Level 10 Imperial

EXP: 192 / 27676

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Kane
Lilith

Offspring

none

Biography

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Eir of the Black Ice | the Warden of Justice

Far beneath the mountain, in the deepest and coldest tunnels, Eir lurks in the absolute darkness. She's the one that watch over all, the Warden's own eyes, and her silent presence guards all those within Valhall's borders. May the old gods have mercy on those daring to defy her.

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There had never been any reason for a Watcher to speak. Eir was no different from the rest of them-- there is more to communication than the words, after all, and Eir has perfected her ways of showing what she means over the years in Valhall's service.

Because she is a dragon seen rather than heard, and hidden rather than seen, for her role is not one in need of visibility. Her time is best spent in her tunnels, deep beneath the mountain, and few could even survive a trip down there on the best of days.

That is where she truly belongs. No one knows how deep her tunnels run, or how far their reach is, but they are cold and dreary. Even the hardiest of ice dragons would fight to stave off the cold, and most would freeze before taking more than a dozen steps. By now they've stopped counting how many failed to return after unwise escapades into Eir's territory.

Yet she is not there to harm them. The few times she does join them, a neutral observer with a gentle smile, most are happy to see her. Her presence is a comfort, calm and steady, and her affections may be few and far between, but they are always so very genuine and easy to appreciate. Kindness is a gift, she thinks, and she is not the kind to give it freely to all those around her, but she'd be hard pressed to refuse the little hatchlings darting about with their wide, innocent eyes full of curiosity and intrigue.

And she learned to enjoy the small things in life. Joining the others around the fire at night, listening to their stories whilst bundled up in thick furs, was in no way conductive to her ultimate task, but it was-- it was nice.

Eir can communicate, but not in the traditional sense. Her limited range of expressions aren't too helpful, but those that know her recognize the fine nuances in her gestures and subtle shifts. Though her manner is often mild and Eir rarely sees a reason to make a fuss, there has been times when she'll 'speak her mind' and make herself known. If someone won't listen, she won't shy away from slamming her fist on the table to ensure she's seen. Or she'll throw something- but lobbing rocks is the absolute last resort.

She is silent as she roams the lair, blending in with the shadows like a ghost in the night, and she snatches up the wrongdoers without being seen. Vanishing them into darkness, she pulls them back into her part of the lair- frozen, uninhabitable. Within days, they join her collection of miscreants, and they line the walls and corners, all of them forever retaining their misery and horror. It is this those standing trial will see as they are locked away in Valhall's prison, Eir watching out for them as they are left in her cold care, and though it is reasonably grotesque the dragons of Valhall do not question her. Visitors have been down there, seeing her terrifying work, and though Eir follows them silently she never harms them. No, Eir is bound to her duties and will only ever take the vile. This is a certainty and they all know as much.

________"I see the blood on your claws, child"

» Is one of the Icewarden's watchers. She was sent out to serve Valhall and is, in some ways, an emissary of the Warden.

» Though not needing nourishment to survive, Eir started eating the offered food whenever she joined at meal-times in an effort to be nice.

» Can oftentimes be found in the darkest shadows of the Bibliotheca, reading seemingly random books of all kinds.

» Has a weakness for all things soft and silky, and because of it Eir has obtained a few stuffed animals over the years that she cherishes.

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H U G I N
Long nights spent side by side does a hardy friendship make. Sharing an eternal silence, these two understand each other in ways few could understand. Their purposes align, too, for they are both sent by the Icewarden to serve Valhall and her dragons, and they take pride in these tasks given to them. And there is beauty in that.

N Ó T T
With a shared love for the darkest of shadows, Eir and Nótt traverse the liquid darkness side by side frequently. The Veil clings to them both, in many ways, and finding a creature as odd as herself was quite the event for Eir. No words were needed for them to connect, both of them simply knowing, and Eir appreciates that more than one would think.

T E X T
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Eir can communicate, but not in the traditional sense. Her limited range of expressions aren't too helpful, but those that know her recognize the fine nuances in her gestures and subtle shifts. Though her manner is often mild and Eir rarely sees a reason to make a fuss, there has been times when she'll 'speak her mind' and make herself known. If someone won't listen, she won't shy away from slamming her fist on the table to ensure she's seen. Or she'll throw something- but lobbing rocks is the absolute last resort.

She is silent as she roams the lair, blending in with the shadows like a ghost in the night, and she snatches up the wrongdoers without being seen. Vanishing them into darkness, she pulls them back into her part of the lair- frozen, uninhabitable. Within days, they join her collection of miscreants, and they line the walls and corners, all of them forever retaining their misery and horror. It is this those standing trial will see as they are locked away in Valhall's prison, Eir watching out for them as they are left in her cold care, and though it is reasonably grotesque the dragons of Valhall do not question her. Visitors have been down there, seeing her terrifying work, and though Eir follows them silently she never harms them. No, Eir is bound to her duties and will only ever take the vile. This is a certainty and they all know as much.

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