Radomir

Birth Clan - Lair at the Eye of the Storm Element - Wind Gender - Male Pronouns - He / His Orientation - Heteroromantic Goes by - Radomir, Radya

Captain of the Citadel's sentries, Radomir works with Sidney and Blackshore to ensure the Citadel is kept safe from surface-dwelling interlopers. His office, found just inside the Ravine Gate, doubles as the customs office. All Unwelcome who come and go about their business in and around the Citadel pass through the Ravine Gate, and therefore all pass by Radomir's watchful gaze. There are many who would not know Radomir's station from his demeanor. He does not look shrewd, his easy-going face suggesting he may be easily bribed, but he is above corruption, his duty sworn to the Citadel and those who live within. He has little patience for the fools who would try to pass him coin to conceal contraband, and he is not above calling down the strength of the guard to solve a problem. Off duty, he is as merry as his face suggests, getting into rowdy misadventures with anyone who will lead the way. Copperlight sometimes bemoans that Radomir's outward reputation is not becoming of the Sentry Captain, but the shaman cannot deny that the Citadel is locked tight beneath Radya's watch. While he often complains of paperwork aspect of the job, Radomir's position as Sentry Captain has overseen several successful improvements to the Citadel gates, numerous evacuations, and more than a few shelter-in-place events. The safety of the Citadel is his utmost priority, and if he can best ensure it from within an office and while navigating bureaucracy... so be it.

"Afternoon." Sentry Captain A keen eye on all who come and go STATS STR ██████████ DEX ██████████ CON ██████████ INT ██████████ WIS ██████████ CHA ██████████

Mauerfuchs - Radomir's father, a secret keeper among his clan. Radomir's relationship with his father is easy enough, and he sought his blessing before leaving the clan to seek his fortune. He learned much in the way of prudence from him.

Berghexe - Radomir's mother, a hedgewitch. He remembers being well-disposed towards her and seeking her approval frequently. It is she who taught Radomir to track and to watch, to not show his hand, and to keep his face as blank as new-fallen snow.

Thorns - Radomir's mate, a bogsneak known for her sullenness, though he will tell any who listen that it is not without cause. He will never say what the cause is, only that she is not that way out of spite. He is devoted to her, though they are rarely seen in public together. He has his friends, and she has hers.

Sidney - Keeper of the Watch, the other half of the Citadel's defenders. While Sidney's work is secret, Radomir is one of the few privy to that knowledge, and the two often wind up collaborating to ensure no threat - seen or unseen - falls upon the Citadel. Their relationship is strictly business, as Sidney has little patience for Radomir's more ebullient nature when they are both off the clock.

Blackshore - Guardian of the Stones, Blackshore does not spend much time in the Citadel. She lives out on the Shattered Plain and among the buttes, but when she finds a suspicious situation coming towards the gates, she alerts Radomir and Sidney as quickly as possible to ensure the Citadel can deal with the threat as quickly as possible.

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When Radomir was young, he was a tundra named Tairin. He learned much of what a tundra needed to learn from his parents, a secret-keeper and a hedgewitch. He learned tracking and stealth, and he learned to use his enormous jaws and claws to defend himself. He learned to read the scents carried in the wind, and more than anything he learned to pretend he was less than he really was.

Tundras, it seemed, were underestimated by many. In a clan like the Lair at the Eye of the Storm, which put an emphasis on being able to fight, tundras were often underestimated. And Radomir accepted this as a fact of life.

When he was a bit older, he left his family, content to follow the breezes where they would lead him. And though now and again on the wind, he would sniff something that reminded him of home, he decided not to return. He knew that the had his own story to carve out. He took work guarding pilgrims on their way to offer their services to Windsinger, and for a long time proved the worth of a tundra to such an endeavor.

But in time, he grew bored of this task, and he used his savings to change his shape into one of his god's chosen breeds - a skydancer. Not as graceful as those naturally born to the shape, but twice as savvy for recognizing many of the scents that were constantly carried on the breeze, he changed his name when he changed his form, and afterwards was known only as Radomir.

Seeking to bring joy to those around him, Radomir learned to play various instruments, though he was never very good. He took great delight in pipes more than any other, and he learned to play at least well enough that he wasn't a strain on his intended audience.

Afterwards, he yearned to see what the rest of the world was like. He headed to the Southern Ice Fields to see ancestral tundras and how they lived. He ventured through the Ashfall Wastes, learning to recognize various forging techniques on sight, though he was never very good at forging himself. He found himself fascinated by various seeds and burrs in the lands of Nature, riddles in the land of Shadow, and all manner of things in the other flights. Eventually, he made his way to the Isle of Prufrock, out in the Arcane territories. And it was there, speaking to a shopkeep about his dyemaking process, that Radomir decided where, exactly, he would wind up studying pigments and soils.

He travelled carefully, keeping a nose to the wind and an eye on the skies. Eventually, he made it to the north of Dragonhome, and with luck stumbled upon his destination - Oakrest, the Citadel above the Cairns.

Radomir was fascinated by the industrious nature of the quiet clan. Each craftsdragon appeared to be well-absorbed within their tasks. There were dyemakers and weaponsmiths, orchardkeepers and scribes. It was a tidy community of dragons, but they seemed quite defenseless.

Surely, Radomir had met Blackshore, the Guardian of the Stones, but there was only so much one guardian could do to keep a clan safe. He stayed, and he studied, but he also worried. These were good dragons, but they seemed so exposed. He tried to keep out of it, to concentrate on his studies. And for a while, he succeeded, learning one smear of pigment from another.

But then, the troubles in Oakrest began.

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Bio (except as credited), oak leaves, acorns, & layout by ixris / 26035 - all edits by later users
Horizontal dividers by Mibella / 47497