Oath
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Master edge-lord
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.12 m
Wingspan
4.75 m
Weight
717.51 kg
Genetics
Crimson
Giraffe
Giraffe
Crimson
Paint
Paint
Driftwood
Glimmer
Glimmer
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 10 Skydancer
EXP: 23277 / 27676
STR
4
AGI
5
DEF
4
QCK
9
INT
9
VIT
4
MND
9
Biography
Keeper of secrets, slayer of promises unkept.
The Oathkeeper
In the Gale Sanctum, where the wind carried whispers and the sky danced with colors, I found myself ensnared in a web of my own deceit. The lies, once harmless, had morphed into a monstrous entity, a beast that had summoned its master.
The missive arrived at dawn, a parchment bearing the ominous seal of the Oathkeeper. The mere sight of it sent a chill down my spine, a cold harbinger of the retribution to come.
As the sun surrendered to the night, the Sanctum transformed. The familiar paths twisted into a labyrinth of fear, the shadows lengthening into monstrous shapes. The air grew colder, the wind carrying a silent threat. He was coming.
The night was a symphony of hushed whispers and rustling leaves, punctuated by the distant hoot of an owl. But beneath it all was a rhythm, a soft, relentless thud. Footsteps. His footsteps. Each step left behind a faintly glowing footprint, a spectral fire that cut through the darkness, a relentless pursuer in the night.
I ran, my heart pounding a frantic rhythm in my chest. But no matter where I went, the spectral fire followed, a relentless echo of my impending doom.
Then, I saw him. Not as a dragon, but as a specter of justice. His scales, a haunting blend of red and white, shimmered in the moonlight. His skull mask, adorned with stringy red hair, was a grim specter in the darkness. The floating candles that wreathed him cast an eerie glow, their dark mist a haunting shroud. And in his claw, the cursed sword gleamed, its cold edge a promise of retribution.
The sword found me in the end, its cold, cruel edge a stark contrast to the warm blood that flowed from my wound. As I lay there, life ebbing away, I saw him. Oath, the Oathkeeper, a phantom of truth in the moonlight.
As the darkness closed in, a realization dawned. The lies, the deceit, the broken oaths - they had led me here, to this cold, lonely end. And as the last breath left my body, I made one final promise - a promise of truth, of honesty. But it was too late. The Oathkeeper had claimed his due.
The Oathkeeper
In the Gale Sanctum, where the wind carried whispers and the sky danced with colors, I found myself ensnared in a web of my own deceit. The lies, once harmless, had morphed into a monstrous entity, a beast that had summoned its master.
The missive arrived at dawn, a parchment bearing the ominous seal of the Oathkeeper. The mere sight of it sent a chill down my spine, a cold harbinger of the retribution to come.
As the sun surrendered to the night, the Sanctum transformed. The familiar paths twisted into a labyrinth of fear, the shadows lengthening into monstrous shapes. The air grew colder, the wind carrying a silent threat. He was coming.
The night was a symphony of hushed whispers and rustling leaves, punctuated by the distant hoot of an owl. But beneath it all was a rhythm, a soft, relentless thud. Footsteps. His footsteps. Each step left behind a faintly glowing footprint, a spectral fire that cut through the darkness, a relentless pursuer in the night.
I ran, my heart pounding a frantic rhythm in my chest. But no matter where I went, the spectral fire followed, a relentless echo of my impending doom.
Then, I saw him. Not as a dragon, but as a specter of justice. His scales, a haunting blend of red and white, shimmered in the moonlight. His skull mask, adorned with stringy red hair, was a grim specter in the darkness. The floating candles that wreathed him cast an eerie glow, their dark mist a haunting shroud. And in his claw, the cursed sword gleamed, its cold edge a promise of retribution.
The sword found me in the end, its cold, cruel edge a stark contrast to the warm blood that flowed from my wound. As I lay there, life ebbing away, I saw him. Oath, the Oathkeeper, a phantom of truth in the moonlight.
As the darkness closed in, a realization dawned. The lies, the deceit, the broken oaths - they had led me here, to this cold, lonely end. And as the last breath left my body, I made one final promise - a promise of truth, of honesty. But it was too late. The Oathkeeper had claimed his due.
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