Mordor
(#31364946)
Level 3 Wildclaw
Familiar
Cinnabar Plaguebringer
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Plague.
Female Wildclaw
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
5.72 m
Wingspan
7.46 m
Weight
429.78 kg
Genetics
Sanguine
Iridescent
Iridescent
Sanguine
Shimmer
Shimmer
Buttercup
Runes
Runes
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 3 Wildclaw
EXP: 394 / 1401
STR
8
AGI
9
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
5
VIT
6
MND
6
Biography
 M O R D O R♫
THE REPOSSESSOR
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"Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. . . Do not be too eager to deal out death in judgement. For even the very wise cannot see all ends." - J.R.R. Tolkien ╰━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━╯ Born amongst the fumes and spatters of virulent liquid that bubbled up from the Plaguebringer’s cauldron, Mordor’s first lesson in life was that only the strongest survive. She was second to hatch from a nest of three Wildclaw sisters and from the beginning, it was them against the world. Mordor and her siblings were a mischievous trio with a penchant for getting themselves into trouble. One of their favorite pastimes was truth or dare, a game that usually progressed as a string of dares that had all three of the hatchlings engaging in reckless and dangerous activities. “Dare,” Mordor stated firmly, a look of determination in her eyes. Her younger sister smirked mischievously before responding, “I dare you. . . to drink this”. Voleta set a split cranial cap front of her sister, the exposed cavity filled with a thick, opaque liquid that Mordor recognized immediately as the contents of the Wyrmwood Cauldron. Mordor reached for the skull, hesitating as her eyes darted up to glance at her sisters. “What’s the matter?” they taunted, smiling and giggling as they wondered whether Mordor would refuse to drink. But Mordor would never back down from a dare. She snatched the skull from the ground quickly, pouring its contents into her mouth and sputtering as the liquid slid down her throat like a film of thick mucus. Both of Mordor’s sisters stared in awe, wondering if their sibling would transform into a pustule-ridden beast or some other horrendous creation concocted from the Plaguebringer’s magic. Mordor choked and coughed in an attempt to expel the foul liquid from her body, before straightening. “Okay, Voleta. . truth or dare?” It wasn’t until later that Mordor discovered the effects of the Plaguebringer’s magic. The first time it happened, Mordor and her sisters were hunting down an Undying Featherback that failed to succumb no matter how many times they slashed at the beast with sharpened claws. The creature squealed and lunged at its attackers without any indication of exhaustion as it bucked them from its back. It was an impossible dare from another group of hatchlings who offered the trio of Wildclaws a bow and quiver of arrows if they could successfully bring down an Undying Featherback. “Well,” Voleta huffed as she was flung from the creature’s back, “I suppose it does have the word ‘undying’ in its title.” It was said that magic was required to slay such a beast, but when Mordor’s claws lost their grip on the creature’s hide and she sank her teeth into its flesh instead, the Featherback stilled and dropped to the ground. It was different for every dragon who came into contact with the contents of the Wyrmwood Cauldron, but for Mordor, the bacteria-ridden liquid had formed colonies in her mouth, imbuing her saliva with toxins more potent than any venom. It had even been enough to fell an undying beast. The trio of Wildclaws earned themselves a reputation among the tribes of Plague dragons who made their homes along the Rotrock Rim. Mordor and her siblings were fearless, capable of taking on any challenge and conquering even the most difficult of tasks. It was them against the world, or so Mordor thought right up until the moment that it wasn’t. He came during the night when the trio of Wildclaws were asleep and slit Voleta’s throat first. Someone had hired the assassin to eliminate the three sisters and he might have gotten away with it if something hadn’t rattled and hissed at the intruder. Mordor jolted awake and rolled out of the way as a silver dagger flashed through the air where her neck had been a moment before. Mordor’s reflexes were quick and she lunged at the Skydancer, raking her teeth across his gloved arm. It was a minor scrape, but that’s all it took for the assassin to stumble back, breathing heavily as he collapsed onto the ground and started writhing in pain. “Who sent you?” Mordor roared, “Answer me!” but the assassin had already stopped moving, his eyes open and staring blankly ahead. Mordor could still hear her own heartbeat pounding in her ears as she heard her older sister’s cries, “Voleta? Voleta!” It was too late as Mordor turned, rushing back to her siblings to see the pool of blood. Her younger sister’s neck was severed down to the vertebrae where gleaming white bone peeked through the layers of tattered flesh. “We have to go after them,” Mordor told her elder sister, but was met with downcast eyes. “We don’t even know who sent the assassin,” she responded quietly, “we have nothing to go on.” Mordor frowned at her sibling, “you might be able to move on from this, but I won’t rest until I see to it that Voleta’s death is avenged. I will track them down, I will find them, and you can either join me or I’ll do it on my own.” Mordor packed her belongings and set out to find the dragons responsible for her sister’s death. She took the bow and arrows that the trio had earned after killing the Featherback and found a rattle snake nestled in the quiver. Mordor smiled at the tiny serpent who hissed at her before retreating back amongst the arrows. It was the same snake whose rattle had woken her when the assassin intruded. It had saved her life and she decided to take the creature with her, naming it ‘Voleta’, after her sister. Mordor listened to rumors that took her from one clan to another in search of someone who would know the assassin who killed her sister or, better yet, who hired him. It was during her travels that Mordor began hearing whispers about a group called the Sisterhood of Ends. It was her first real lead and Mordor followed the rumors back to their source, a clan in the Fortress of Ends that harbored the founders of the Sisterhood. The Wildclaw shivered as she stood on the icy tundra, the frigid air billowing around her as she tucked Voleta into her silks, hoping that she could keep the tiny serpent warm. “It should be here!” Mordor growled angrily as she kicked the frozen ground and sent shavings of ice flying into the air. The Wildclaw continued wandering, but she only encountered endless miles of frozen tundra obscured by the hazy blizzard of snow and ice that twirled around her. The whistle of air became a lullaby as Mordor grew tired, finally falling onto the frozen ground where she was lulled to sleep, the snow settling on her form like a soft blanket. “The only way to find an assassin is to become one.” Mordor blinked her eyes lazily, uncertain whether she was awake or simply experiencing a dream. A creature was standing before her, draconian, but unlike any dragon the Wildclaw had ever seen. “What. . who?” Mordor stuttered as she tried to string together a question that would express her confusion. “Find Picassa,” the voice whispered and Mordor jolted awake, snow flying from her form as she sat up on the icy tundra. She was no longer cold and there was something now tied to her wing; a small polished stone suspended on a thin black cord. Mordor continued walking across the ice, becoming increasingly annoyed by the pebble that dangled from her wing and continued to knock against her feathers as she moved. “How the hell is this supposed to help me find an assassin?” she muttered to herself, shocked when someone replied. “You’re not doing it right.” Mordor looked up to see another Wildclaw standing next to her, their mottled hide shimmering like black ice. “Who are. .” Mordor began before she noticed the strings of pebbles hanging from the dragon’s wings and stopped mid-sentence. The other dragon was moving and yet, all of the stones remained completely still. “How are you doing that?” The other Wildclaw smiled, “now that’s the right question”. Mordor spent many admittedly frustrating months studying under Picassa. After several weeks, Mordor ended up with rows and rows of pebbles tied to her wings as Picassa instructed her to move without allowing them to click against one another. Just when Mordor mastered the pebbles, Picassa would tie on another line of the stones, each set closer together than the last so that Mordor would learn to control even the finest of her movements. She mastered the bow and arrow, sword fighting, and even learned how to whisper commands to Voleta and have the serpent do her bidding. It wasn’t long before Mordor was admitted as a member of the Sisterhood of Ends and began taking jobs as an assassin. With her conspicuous colors, Mordor wasn’t the most camouflaged member of the Sisterhood, but she was cunning and good at crafting false identities that allowed her to take camouflage in plain sight. “I have a proposition” Mordor said one day as she came before the council. She told the Sisterhood about Voleta and the assassin who killed her sibling when she was a child. “I have served the Sisterhood, I have successfully completed many missions, and now I would like to ask for something in return. I want information about who hired this assassin and I want authorization to eliminate them”. The Council debated Mordor’s request. “You seek revenge?” they questioned, but Mordor shook her head. “Perhaps a small part of me still desires revenge for my sister’s death, but what I want is justice. No one should be allowed to assassinate a hatchling and I want to ensure that it doesn’t happen again.” The Council approved. The Sisterhood of Ends listened to the whispers and it wasn’t long before they found the dragon responsible for ordering Voleta’s death. “He’s attending an event soon, a gala at a venue in the Sunbeam Ruins.” Mordor pulled her arrows from their quiver and her sword from its sheath as she covered the weapons in her own deadly saliva and set out to find the dragon she sought. . . But the Cathedral of Eyes was a magical place that no one could find if they were searching for it. Mordor had come all the way to the Sunbeam Ruins and yet, but the venue she searched for remained elusive. “Looking for a way in?” a voice came from behind Mordor, who was immediately suspicious. “No one sneaks up on me unnoticed,” she responded, “who are you? Or should I ask, what are you?” The creature took the form of a red Spiral who floated closer to the Wildclaw. “You’re a perceptive one aren’t you? Come to assassinate the Plague Baron, hm?” Mordor narrowed her eyes, “You’re offering entrance to the Cathedral, but your kind doesn’t negotiate a deal without a price, what do you want in return?” The Spiral giggled excitedly, “I like you, right to the point! I will get you into the event, and all you have to do is part with a small fraction of your soul, one twenty-fifth to be exact! So,” the creature said, extending a hand towards the Wildclaw, “do we have a deal?” Perhaps it was desperation, perhaps because she wasn’t worried about repercussions, but Mordor shook the demon’s hand. “You may have my soul”. Mordor got what she wanted, her arrow pierced directly through the heart of the dragon who ordered her sister’s death so many years before. But when she attempted to leave the Cathedral, Mordor found that she should have been more cautious with her deal. “You made it so easy,” Jim whispered, “I planned to take only a small portion of your soul, but you voluntarily handed over the whole thing!” The demon cackled, “And now, you are mine.” The Sisterhood of Ends never heard from Mordor again, but there were rumors about a gold and red Wildclaw amongst the assassin communities. She no longer took orders from the Sisterhood and she broke a great number of the rules they had once set. In rumors, she became known as the ‘Repossessor’ and it was said that she served a powerful demon and hunted down anyone who didn’t repay their debts.
Lore byAwaicu
Some ideas pulled from Valligator's lore.
Layout by Kintsy
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