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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
23.02 m
Wingspan
19.73 m
Weight
8257.99 kg
Genetics
Obsidian
Metallic
Metallic
Lemon
Shimmer
Shimmer
Antique
Underbelly
Underbelly
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 10 Imperial
EXP: 7081 / 27676
STR
45
AGI
8
DEF
6
QCK
30
INT
8
VIT
12
MND
6
Biography
Starter Lore by Amut:
For a while the Ranshiin Clan was not sure if their message would be heard, much less responded to. They were young and just starting out, and already had the temerity to ask for one of the sons of an ancient Clan. And at that, asking for them to be patient and wait for their bond price for said son.
But the response came, borne by a fleet-winged skydancer messenger. 'Your proposal is acceptable.' was the message she carried.
So the Ranshiin worked, fasting to stretch their pennies and finally called their liaison at the Promenade to finalize the trade between them and the nomadic Wind Clan.
And Ilmarien arrived, following a courier the long way between the Plateau and the Sundial Terrace. He trailed the scent of crushed bamboo leaves in his wake.
"I come ready to serve." He said, after he bowed and introduced himself. In the ancestral home of his breed, his eyes glinted a playful green, his hide and wings shimmered with health. "I am home." He continued, relishing the words, "To what task would you set me?"
Collects:
For a while the Ranshiin Clan was not sure if their message would be heard, much less responded to. They were young and just starting out, and already had the temerity to ask for one of the sons of an ancient Clan. And at that, asking for them to be patient and wait for their bond price for said son.
But the response came, borne by a fleet-winged skydancer messenger. 'Your proposal is acceptable.' was the message she carried.
So the Ranshiin worked, fasting to stretch their pennies and finally called their liaison at the Promenade to finalize the trade between them and the nomadic Wind Clan.
And Ilmarien arrived, following a courier the long way between the Plateau and the Sundial Terrace. He trailed the scent of crushed bamboo leaves in his wake.
"I come ready to serve." He said, after he bowed and introduced himself. In the ancestral home of his breed, his eyes glinted a playful green, his hide and wings shimmered with health. "I am home." He continued, relishing the words, "To what task would you set me?"
Collects:
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