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Curalmil

(#34287971)

Level 1 Tundra

Familiar

Glam Nudibranch

Energy: 47/50

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Length

3.21 m

Wingspan

3.03 m

Weight

272.92 kg

Genetics

Wine
Leopard

Sanguine
Sludge

Violet
Opal

Hatchday

Jul 08, 2017
(6 years)

Breed

Adult
Tundra

Eye Type

Plague
Uncommon

Level 1 Tundra

EXP: 0 / 245

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Biography

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Marbeled Serpenta

Documents the native plant life and ancient histories of the land.
Mate of Vvardenfell

______ Lore
Curalmil is, quite like his father and grandfather before him, interested in the study of plants and all the fascinating things one can do with them. Unlike them though, he has no interest of specializing in plague growths. Probably in part due to the fact he was born in the plague lands and has spent his entire childhood growing up there. Instead, he wishes to travel away form his clan and go somewhere new and exiting. The plague lands do, after all, have a rather special form of vegetation. Seeing and documenting what can be found elsewhere is exactly what he dreams of doing.

Growing up on a mixture of Alexandre's stories of faraway lands and Wisp confused tales of magic and wonder has left this young male with a strong wanderlust for adventure, not even dulled by knowledge of all the dangers lurking out there in the big wide world.

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More a doer than a dreamer his goal just wouldnt stay a dream. So one day he simply packed down as many plants as his bag could possibly fit and grabbed some of his mothers pens, some ink, and more parchments than anyone could possibly need. Once prepared enough to leave the young male said goodbye to his birth clan and set flight for a new unknown destination somewhere across the Sea of A Thousand Currents. Exactly where he would end up he didn't know at the time, nor did he particularly care either. What mattered was the travel, not the destination, so who cared?

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One brilliantly sunny day after months on the path, and dozens of new notes acquired, Curalmil had found his way deep inside the light flights domain. Landing in the middle of what seemed to be some sort of odd unnatural stony formations. Having no knowledge of what human crafted buildings looked like, as humans had gone extinct during the second age, the young male found these creations highly fascinating. Getting forth his quill and parchments he started making notes of everything he saw, all the way from the plants around to those strange rock like things.

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After days spent wandering around in this fascinating ghost city of old the inevitable disaster eventually happened. The one thing he had feared more than death or the Shade itself and hoped, against all hope, would newer happen. The biggest disaster since the Pillar of Hope crumbled or the explosion of the Great Drum had come to pass.
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He had run out of ink...

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Having filled several pieces of parchment with close written notes and detailed drawings of his findings he now had no more ink to continue his documentations on. Such a disaster could surely not be ignored! Determined to find a way around this major setback Curalmil started heading deeper inside the city of ruin, trying his best to remember every single new thing he came across for later. Not a simple task as tundras simply do not posses a good memory for details. Hence the need to note everything down straight away.

Yet despite this he did remember having seen dragons deeper inside this fascinating maze of rock while flying over it some weeks earlier. At first he had simply not had any interest in meeting them, much to busy with everything else going on around him. But now..? Now they were quite fascinating indeed...

Surely at least one of them had to know where to get more ink.

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Only a week or two later he came over the exact thing he was searching so hard for. A fairly intact rock build with it's inside well sheltered from any rain or wind. Squishing inn trough a hole in one of the walls, and a few tufts of fur lighter, the male found himself curled up in a fluff ball with one of the many scrolls in there. He had managed to get his claws on some more ink vials to continue his documentations, but that could wait a bit. The scrolls already inside made for some fascinating reading indeed...

Curalmil had gotten himself so deeply absorbed in his studies he almost did not even notice when another dragon, the undisputed queen of the clan he was obliviously trespassing on, came inside.

As her large guardian form blocked some of the rays of sunlight coming trough the cracked walls the smaller tundra looked up, seemingly in no real hurry to leave. That was not his intention, either.

"Oh, I guess these are yours scrolls then. If you don't mind, could I stay here for a while? These really are so fascinating to go trough. I would hate to have to simply pass them by..."

- Lore by Torahammas

______ Info about the familiar
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