


Emry
(#37289054)
Scientist; she/her, lesbian
Click or tap to view this dragon in Predict Morphology.
Energy: 50/50

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Personal Style
Apparel











Skin
Scene

Measurements
Length
2.69 m
Wingspan
2.41 m
Weight
338.17 kg
Genetics
Platinum
Poison
Poison
Grape
Toxin
Toxin
Green
Gembond
Gembond
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Tundra
EXP: 0 / 245


STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
7
VIT
7
MND
7
Biography

You hesitantly point out a couple of items to buy from Gharil, not quite paying attention to what it is that you're purchasing. Gharil gleefully cashes you out and you begin to wander towards a gap in the fabrics when a nature sprite suddenly swoops across your vision. You have to do a double take as it flies before you once more before returning to, presumably, its owner.
The dragon it returns to is a tundra with the same toxic rot of Gharil locked into gembond. She's covered in bandages, and the reasoning seems obvious as you watch her pour a pink liquid into a waiting beaker. You brace yourself for an explosion, and are relieved when nothing happens.
"Is staring some sort of hobby of yours?" She asks, not even looking up at you. Her focus remains on the experiment in front of her. There are numerous papers covering the table she works on, but you're too far away to make out what any of them say. She sighs, shaking her head. "Seems like it. Did you hang around my dad for too long?"
You're not all that surprised by the revelation. Of course she would be Gharil's daughter, how else would she end up with that revolting green? Swallowing back your fear, you walk closer to her little corner.
At this, you're finally able to get her to look up. Her birdskull is similar to Gharil's, but with a pretty little bow affixed to the side. It's cute. "Listen," she interrupts your thoughts, "if you're here for a refund, then get lost. I don't care what you do otherwise as long as you don't bother me. Oh, and my name's Emry, by the way."
[hang out] [leave her be]
The dragon it returns to is a tundra with the same toxic rot of Gharil locked into gembond. She's covered in bandages, and the reasoning seems obvious as you watch her pour a pink liquid into a waiting beaker. You brace yourself for an explosion, and are relieved when nothing happens.
"Is staring some sort of hobby of yours?" She asks, not even looking up at you. Her focus remains on the experiment in front of her. There are numerous papers covering the table she works on, but you're too far away to make out what any of them say. She sighs, shaking her head. "Seems like it. Did you hang around my dad for too long?"
You're not all that surprised by the revelation. Of course she would be Gharil's daughter, how else would she end up with that revolting green? Swallowing back your fear, you walk closer to her little corner.
At this, you're finally able to get her to look up. Her birdskull is similar to Gharil's, but with a pretty little bow affixed to the side. It's cute. "Listen," she interrupts your thoughts, "if you're here for a refund, then get lost. I don't care what you do otherwise as long as you don't bother me. Oh, and my name's Emry, by the way."
[hang out] [leave her be]
Click or tap a food type to individually feed this dragon only. The other dragons in your lair will not have their energy replenished.
This dragon doesn't eat Insects.
This dragon doesn't eat Meat.
This dragon doesn't eat Seafood.
Feed this dragon Plants.
Exalting Emry to the service of the Plaguebringer will remove them from your lair forever. They will leave behind a small sum of riches that they have accumulated. This action is irreversible.
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