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SirCease

(#31388)

Level 25 Mirror

Familiar

Mistyhollow Agent

Energy: 50/50

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Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

6.27 m

Wingspan

6.1 m

Weight

486.86 kg

Genetics

White
Bar

Mulberry
Eye Spots

Coal
Spines

Hatchday

Jun 13, 2013
(10 years)

Breed

Adult
Mirror

Eye Type

Plague
Common

Level 25 Mirror

Max Level

STR

119

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

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Biography

Nightlock

Coliseum Brawler • Doting Parent

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B I O G R A P H Y

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Nightlock used to be a healer, but had few customers due to his birthflight's unhelpful associations. He then decided to put his medical knowledge into swiftly dispatching coliseum critters, and discovered that battling was his life's greatest passion. Well, second-greatest; he does love his wife Lady dearly, as well as their adoptive daughter.

One day, a young and very shaken tundra arrived at the Crystal Springs. Alicia, the Leader, took it under her wing. There was something in the tundra's eyes that drew Nightlock in, something familiar and sharp, yet strangely soothing. Those were plague eyes, his own eyes. When resting between training bouts and battles, he often found himself staring into space, wondering how that little fluffball was getting along.

Overcome by curiosity, he snuck a look into Alicia's cave. What he saw brought back memories of long nights, of worry, of panic and grief. But also feelings of unspeakable joy; what he saw was Alicia casting a healing circle, the way he had for so many years. Hers was pure and calm; his had been desperate, jarring; their purpose was the same. And there, overlooking the pulsing ring of energy, was the young tundra. Her red eyes were gleaming as sparks of undirected magic danced. In those eyes he saw hope, awe... he saw himself. And he remembered.

A light breeze. A scent of feathers. And warmth. His parent's den on the Wandering Contagion. Then the attack. The flames crackling, reaching for him, clawing at his wings as he fled in panic. Then the old guardian, and magic. Nightlock was shown how he could heal and save, but too late, all too late. His family gone, he wandered with the guardian until he had learned all the spells he could master. He learned of herbs and crystals, skeleton and spirit. And yet, he could do nothing for the old guardian when his time came.

Now a young adult, Nightlock left plague lands for good. He could stand the death and diseases no more. All alone he wandered, healing those in need although most would shun him for his eyes. He was a healer from the flight of disease, a wandering contradiction. His travels led him to the edge of a vast expanse of water, and the sight of its clean depths soothed him. He decided to stay.

A night breeze. A scent of smoke, awaking desperate feelings. And then, towering over Nightlock in his seaside cave, a guardian. In his startlement, he yelled the name of the dragon he once knew, a guardian of healing and great wisdom, a name he thought long forgotten. But the voice that answered was female, sharp and crisp.

"Are you a Healer?" He could hear the capitalization, and with it a reverance he rarely encountered. "Please. I require your assistance." Although a request, her words sounded like a carefully worded order. There was something delicate in her undertone, a slight quiver. Fear?

A slight scent tingled his nostrils. Smoke again, grilled meat? And... Blood. That quiver was not fear. It was desperation. His head cleared like a coldsnap. She was injured, and desperate. Even as he leaped into action, spells forming, the guardian collapsed. Through the night he struggled, his inferior healing spells casting disrupted, jagged bolts of energy at the cave walls. Three times he thought he had lost, and three times he reminded himself of those he had failed to save. He would not fail again.

Darkness. A dream? Nightlock tried to remember when he fell asleep. It felt like the floor was undulating, and a strangely repetitive sound could be heard in the background. He remembered finishing the healing. The guardian had lived, despite the odds. The rhythmic sound grew louder, and changed. There was a swishing sound, and then a jarring vibration. And voices.

Nightlock bolted upright, eyes wide, as he was flooded with daylight. A blanket had been removed. He was in the midst of a group of dragons, on what looked like a coral outcrop. They did not seem threathening, so Nightlock took time to find his bearings. The large moon up front should be the direction of the Scarred Wasteland, and he was on water, so his cave was behind him. He looked back, and saw only water. The dragon group had carried him far.

Something touched his claw. Nightlock looked down, and found a tiny fae sitting on his toe, staring at him. He remembered a fae he'd tried healing once, she had not made it. He looked away. "You have our utmost gratitude" the fae said, in the breed's signature monotone. "Thanks to you our warrior Lady lives, but your home is no longer safe. We request that you come with us, at least until the beastclans stop this madness." Nightlock cocked his head slightly. Beastclans? Were they the ones who had left those terrible burns, beak marks, long claw rips? What creatures were they to have caused such damage? "I'll go with you", he said; there was not really much choice. "But only if I can keep catching a lift, my strength is gone".

And so, on the back of a mighty brown guardian, Nightlock entered the territory of Crystal Springs. The guardian, whose name was Byzax, spent the flight explaining the beastclans and their sudden attacks. Apparently they were not all united; the maren schools within Crystal Springs borders were all dragon allies. Hearing of the mighty battles, Nightlock got an urge to test his tooth and claw against beastclan might.

Snapping back to reality, Nightlock realized Alicia had said something. Both she and the tundra fledgling were staring. They had caught him peeping at their magic lession. Embarassed, he coughed, and mumbled something about needing a brew. Once inside, he gave the tundra one final glance, and decided. "Alicia, that tundra..." he got cut off "I named her Courageous. Fitting, is it not? For a child to travel all this way alone, and then learn healing, and -" he could see she would keep gushing like a proud mother hen, and the fuzzy one was getting embarassed already. "Yes, about that. Your cave is too small to fit a grown tundra. Lady and I have a large cave, and our children have all moved out, and, well, I..." he petered out, suddenly shy. Why was he doing this? He had not even asked his wife yet. But it felt right, so he locked eyes with the fae, and spoke his mind. "I'd like to be one of her mentors. Please. And she needs a family." Alicia looked at him, and tipped her head. "you are asking the wrong dragon", she said, and nodded towards Courageous. He looked at the young one, the one that carried his hopes and dreams and goals. And after staring into his red eys for a moment that felt like a century, she nodded. "Auntie says uncle Nightlock is good" she said with a shy smile. He melted, and so did Lady when he brought their new daughter home.

Nightlock will do anything to defend his home. His family is the single beloved one he ever managed to save, and a young hope that will save so many more. He loves them more than his own life. For their sake he fights the beastclans with tooth and claw, wit and might.
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