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Valkyrie

(#3585251)

Level 10 Wildclaw

Familiar

Water Sprite

Energy: 50/50

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Length

6.81 m

Wingspan

9.45 m

Weight

726.33 kg

Genetics

Sky
Iridescent

Blue
Shimmer

Stonewash
Gembond

Hatchday

May 20, 2014
(9 years)

Breed

Adult
Wildclaw

Eye Type

Water
Common

Level 10 Wildclaw

EXP: 1629 / 27676

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Valkyrie
The Bookworm

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^{“A room without books is like a body without a soul.”

― Cicero}

The Sea of a Thousand Currents had a kind of rhythm to it. Many who came to see it said that it didn't; the waves seemed to crash erratically against the shorelines, the fishes darted by without a sense of where they were going, even the dragons that lived there seemed to float on by without so much as a care for where they were headed. Valkyrie knew better.

She knew when the waves would crash and when they would subside. She knew which fishes would swim by when and she knew which currents took you where. The sea was a living, breathing thing to her. It had a set routine that it would follow every season in order to keep things stable for the creatures that lived within it. Valkyrie appreciated it.

But she grew bored of it. The sea was constant, unchanging, to her. It went through the days doing the same things at the same time in the same place. Valkyrie wanted change, she wanted knowledge. She had soaked up everything she could about the Sea and its inhabitants. She had read everything she could get her hands on and she had listened to everything her clan elders had to say.

Then one day, a traveling bard came by, singing of the Shade and the Eleven. Valkyrie , intrigued, followed the bard, listening to the stories she spun that seemed larger than life. She hardly believed them, but it broke the monotone of the day. Then others began to follow the bard, commenting on the stories she sang, mentioning how they had heard this and they had heard that instead. Valkyrie was curious. So many seemed to agree that the Shade had come and the Eleven had beaten it back, but none seemed to know for sure which of the Eleven and how long ago and how they did it.

So she set off to learn. Packing her things, she left her home clan and traveled to the Starfall Isles, intent on asking the dragons that lived there, underneath the Observatory where the Arcanist himself resided. In order to do that, though, she had to go through the Scarred Wasteland.

Valkyrie had read about the Wasteland and heard tales about its cruel dragons and harsh landscape. She had heard legends about dragons getting lost forever in the great expanse of the Abiding Boneyard, where there were bones littered everywhere of ancient being and dead dragons. But she wanted to learn, wanted to take the knowledge of the world for herself. So she set off for the Wasteland.

The Wasteland was terrible. It was harsh and dry and the air seemed to reek with rot and death. It was nothing like her home, where the air had a salty tang and the ground was always moving. Here, the world seemed stagnant in death. She hurried along, not eager to run into any inhabitants. Nothing could survive here in the harshness.

But dragons did survive. The land seemed to teem with life and defy the laws of nature that she had believed. Valkyrie saw Imperials sore across the sky, saw mirrors dart across the landscape, saw coatls and faes cast their magic and drift by. The land was alive, not in the way the Sea had been, no, this land was alive because of its inhabitants. Valkyrie became ecstatic, forgetting her previous mission. She wanted to know how these dragons could survive in a world that did not seem to offer them anything.

She walked from clan to clan, hoping for information. Some told her stories of the great Plaguebringer and her blessing to her children to survive in the desolate world. Some told her of the hardened immunity of the dragons born in the Wasteland. A few told her that Nature and Plague were sisters, opposite sides of a coin. Nature could not survive without a Plague to cut it down, to harden it and make it evolve and fight harder. Plague could not survive without something to infect, without something to take. Valkyrie was awed by the information she was fed.

When she finally reached the end of the Wasteland and saw the dull pink light of the Observatory, she wondered if that was truly where she was meant to be. The knowledge that she had been offered in the Wasteland was precious and valuable. And it had not come from centuries old scrolls, no, it had come from dragons that had been born into the realm, dragons that had been shaped by it.

Valkyrie decided against going to the Observatory. Instead, she traveled the Isles, asking for and absorbing all the knowledge that the dragons of the land were willing to give. Some had scrolls and books that they had saved through the years and she read those, too, eager to learn and hear what the past had to say. Eventually, she tired of the Isles as well. So she left, to visit realm after realm and take the knowledge for herself.

But loneliness finds anyone, no matter how bright, no matter how brave, if they travel alone. And it found Valkyrie , too. She found herself yearning for home, for a warmth hearth and a welcoming smile. So she began searching for a home. Valkyrie was unwilling to go back to the Sea, its rhythm still drilled into her head. She wanted a new place, somewhere that kept changing, kept creating.

She traveled to the Ashfall Waste after hearing about its brilliant blacksmiths that would change the landscape as they saw fit. But when she arrived, she saw conflict as well. Valkyrie saw dragons fighting over pieces of metal, territory, over petty insults and jibes. She saw traitors, dragons willing to sell out their own clans for a shiny bit of treasure. It made her sick.

One day, when she had accidentally gotten in the middle of a fight, an assassin came through. Terrified, Valkyrie begged for her life. The assassin was intrigued by the Wildclaw whose eyes were blue in color. Her clothing was not fit for the Waste, either. He asked where she had come from and what her quest was. She explained that she was from the Sea of a Thousand Currents and had traveled the land for information. She was ready to settle down in a realm that would offer her knowledge.

The assassin was intrigued. Someone with excellent knowledge in the realms could aid his cause. He offered her a position in his clan. He told her that they had a library as well, a grand place where she could learn and learn and learn, so long as she aided them in their quest to keep the Waste as peaceful as possible. Valkyrie accepted.

Nowadays, she remains in that library. Her nose is usually stuck in a scroll or book, but she is willing to listen to a story or two from a traveler and provides her new clan with information on various things, ranging from battle tactics, to the conditions of the other realms. Valkyrie practically lives in the library, enjoying the knowledge that it offers and the ever-changing landscape of the Ashfall Waste.

~by FloatingInSpace

^{“Some books should be tasted, some devoured, but only a few should be chewed and digested thoroughly.”

― Francis Bacon}

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