Maddock
(#38453628)
Gardener of Shadows
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.97 m
Wingspan
7.27 m
Weight
389.25 kg
Genetics
Midnight
Python
Python
Denim
Striation
Striation
Avocado
Capsule
Capsule
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 16 Nocturne
EXP: 1381 / 71966
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
7
QCK
23
INT
48
VIT
22
MND
7
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
5 of Clubs || The Devil - Temptations that seem comforting, but are ultimately a trap to keep you numbed and unaware of the prison you’ve been trapped in
Ace of Spades - Finally being able to cut through the lies and the prison of the Devil
6 of Spades - Leaving behind a past of pain and worry and going on to build a new life for yourself
Maddock has been nothing but a legend for a very long time.
How long, no one is quite sure - but no one can remember a time when they’d seen her. All that’s known is the cautionary tale; she was once a talented gardener that kept the clan flourishing with flora of all types, keeping healers and cooks and lovers supplied with delicate flowers and fragrant herbs.
Until, that is, those same flowers and herbs and plants began to intoxicate her. They slipped into the corners of her mind like ivy slips into the space between bricks, like dandelions push through the cracks in the rocks, singing a sweet song of comfort and promises of safety, if only she never let go of them. If only she allowed them to grow uninhibited, without regard for what they destroyed in the process.
She fell to this song, letting her garden romance her, and slowly the greenery began to choke out the exits, locking off paths to the outside and confusing the paths inward, shaping the garden into a labyrinth that Maddock had no escape from.
One day, wandering between the thorny walls of her prison, still dazed with the perfume of the lush life around her, she felt - pain. It suddenly shocked her mind into alertness, and all at once, her thoughts cleared and she found her foot bleeding from a cut. She looked down, and there was a sword tangled in the overgrowth.
Escape.
She works practically on instinct, clawing away the vines and leaves and ripping the sword up into her grip. She slices away the walls, letting it fall and wilt, years, perhaps decades of rot washing over it all at once. The sunlight blinds her for a moment, but only a moment, before she can see the blue sky above.
In all the years she was trapped, she hadn’t realized she forgot how sweet the breeze felt on her face.
Ace of Spades - Finally being able to cut through the lies and the prison of the Devil
6 of Spades - Leaving behind a past of pain and worry and going on to build a new life for yourself
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Maddock has been nothing but a legend for a very long time.
How long, no one is quite sure - but no one can remember a time when they’d seen her. All that’s known is the cautionary tale; she was once a talented gardener that kept the clan flourishing with flora of all types, keeping healers and cooks and lovers supplied with delicate flowers and fragrant herbs.
Until, that is, those same flowers and herbs and plants began to intoxicate her. They slipped into the corners of her mind like ivy slips into the space between bricks, like dandelions push through the cracks in the rocks, singing a sweet song of comfort and promises of safety, if only she never let go of them. If only she allowed them to grow uninhibited, without regard for what they destroyed in the process.
She fell to this song, letting her garden romance her, and slowly the greenery began to choke out the exits, locking off paths to the outside and confusing the paths inward, shaping the garden into a labyrinth that Maddock had no escape from.
One day, wandering between the thorny walls of her prison, still dazed with the perfume of the lush life around her, she felt - pain. It suddenly shocked her mind into alertness, and all at once, her thoughts cleared and she found her foot bleeding from a cut. She looked down, and there was a sword tangled in the overgrowth.
Escape.
She works practically on instinct, clawing away the vines and leaves and ripping the sword up into her grip. She slices away the walls, letting it fall and wilt, years, perhaps decades of rot washing over it all at once. The sunlight blinds her for a moment, but only a moment, before she can see the blue sky above.
In all the years she was trapped, she hadn’t realized she forgot how sweet the breeze felt on her face.
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Exalting Maddock to the service of the Arcanist 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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