Yggdrasil
(#39072435)
Level 1 Imperial
Familiar
Swift Lumen
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Nature.
Male Imperial
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Personal Style
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Length
26.89 m
Wingspan
21.97 m
Weight
6766.84 kg
Genetics
Umber
Savannah
Savannah
Emerald
Bee
Bee
Algae
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Runes
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Level 1 Imperial
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
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Yggdrasil
Forest Spirit Nogitsune  |
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  Number of tails: 9 
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Lost Lore
The huge Kitsune lying curled up on the grass of a clearing flicked his ears in annoyance. Yggdrasil had hoped he could enjoy the last rays of the warming sunlight undisturbed for a few more moments. But he had already felt the approaching delegation of dragons, they were crossing into his realm. He had known that this encounter would happen eventually. Nonetheless that didn’t mean he was looking forward to it. The young bustling dragon had been kind of amusing, but the ones approaching now were of a different kind. More earnest. More dangerous.
He watched the young coatl stumbling over brambles and barely avoiding trees, his eyes were fixed upon some strange sort of crystal that was glowing in a soft green light. The light dimmed and flared up again, depending on which path he chose. This might explain his strange behavior, Yggdrasil thought bemused. That green crystal reacted to the ley lines which ran through his realm. He himself was lying on a node where no less that 7 of them met. It was a powerful place, he could feel the magic energy pulsing through his body. That busy young dragon seemed to need the stone to follow them. And the process took up all his concentration. He would bump into him soon. Yggdrasil raised his head. He wouldn’t allow that. One of his nine tails shot forward, making the coatl stumble and fall over, face first, into the green grass. The young lad got up, spluttering and cursing, and froze. He stared into Yggdrasil’s emerald green eyes, clearly startled. But he didn’t react aggressive, nor did he try to run. Both would have meant the end of his young life. Yggdrasil didn’t tolerate hostility, but he detested cowardice even more. “I…I apologise for my intrusion.” the young lad stuttered. “I wasn’t expecting anyone here in this remote area. I…um…my name is Damien. My Clan lives in the Forgotten Sanctuary, not far from here.” he paused, searching for any sign of indignation or aggression in the posture of the much larger dragon. Yggdrasil’s tails twitched as he answered. “Well then, Damien, from the Clan of the Forgotten Sanctuary, why have you crossed into my realm? I usually don’t tolerate invaders, but I can see that your mind was elsewhere.” The young coatl clutched his stone for support, it was a green emerald with a strange pattern of silver lines engraved in it. “I was following some major ley lines. Their pattern is most irregular. Almost as if their position has shifted. Some are even frayed out. I was curious if I could find the reason for this abnormality. They are an integral part of the Sanctuary’s wards, and some of them are broken. I want to fix them.” He bit his lips. It seemed he had said more than he felt he should have. Yggdrasil sighed. “Your quest is of no avail. The pattern of the ley lines was fractured a long time ago. It is beyond repair.” Damien stepped forward eagerly. “So you know what happened here?” Yggdrasil smiled mirthlessly. “I witnessed the destruction. I know what impious act ripped the fabric of the realms apart, that most heinous act of defiance against the natural order that shook the foundations of this land to its core. It was your predecessors own doing.” he paused. Vivid memories of death and destruction emerged from the back of his mind, clouding his vision with horrid images of blood and despair. He shook his head to get rid of them and focus on the here and now. Damien had retreated a few steps. “You were here? But the Sanctuary has been deserted hundreds of years ago by his first residents.” The young lad stared dumbfounded at the great beast lying in front of him. “One thousand two hundred and forty-six years to be precise.” There was a sharp intake of breath from the young dragon. “I...um…that is incredibly. You say you know who lived here and what happened? You were here yourself? That is…too important for me to handle.” he finished rather lamely. “Would you allow me to come back with my eldest? Please?” Yggdrasil sighed. He had known they would finally find him and come to him for answers. “You may.” he answered, resigning to his fate.
Sighing heavily, he got up and walked over to the huge ash tree dominating the center of the clearing. A small stream gurgled at its roots. He didn’t like having other dragons here, it went against his primal instincts. But this was important. And after this business was finished, he would slumber in blessed seclusion again. Sitting down on his hindlegs, tails twitching nervously, he waited for the inevitable. Finally, the delegation came into view. It was even more pompous than he had assumed. Of course, there were the Clan’s founders, Fahlyn and her mate Antafes. He had followed their lives carefully from a distance. A child blessed by the Gladekeeper was rare and they were almost always destined for great things. But two children of the Gladekeeper coming together at a place like this foreshadowed something extraordinary. He just hoped it would not end in disaster again. Then there were some members of the Council of Elders, he knew the pale white Imperial who was a powerful mage. And of course, the scribe wouldn’t stay behind. Dragons from the light flight were always nosey and curious beings. He also recognized the scout, one of the founding members of the current Clan. His lips curled in disgust for a brief moment when he sensed the dull coatl reeking of sickness. Damien wouldn’t stay behind of course and had joined the delegation despite his youth and low status. Bringing up the rear were two warriors and a mage. Watchers of the Night and a Guardian of the Dawn. He almost chuckled. He must have made quite an impression on the poor young lad. The procession came to a hold at a respectable distance. Fahlyn took a further few steps, her position and body language that of natural-born leader. She had come a long way from the terrified hatchling he remembered from past days. “Greetings, elder. Forgive us our intrusion into your realm, but the young Druid Damien told us that you have vital information on events that happened centuries ago and are still or again affecting the safety of our Clan. Any information you are willing to share would be highly appreciated by me and our Clan. I’ve brought with me Antafes, First Warden of our Clan, the most senior members of the Council of Elders, Fujin, Sunfyre, Amber and Byron. The warriors Stormlight, Morrigan and Apollo are our escort in these dangerous times. And you already know Damien, of course.” Each dragon briefly nodded his head when introduced by their matriarch. Yggdrasil cleared his throat. “I welcome you into my realm, though I don’t appreciate strangers. But then you are not really strangers since I’ve watched you from afar for a very long time. I knew the day would come when you would seek me out. Your Sanctuary has prospered and grown, it has become a safe haven for those who are persecuted or simply in need of a home. Had you tried to walk the path of your forbearers, I would have personally set an end to your ambitions.” The First Warden stiffened at his words. Of course, he would. But he controlled his temper. This one had come a long way, too, Yggdrasil thought. But were they strong enough to persevere, strong enough to hold the ancient evil at bay? Especially now, when he could sense the foreboding of an immense magical upheaval. The elements themselves were in commotion. Something was coming. He could feel it. But there were more pressing things right now. The delegation had waited patiently for him to resume his speech. And the faster he got on with it, the faster all those intruders would leave and he would have peace and blissful silence again. “Your fledging druid told me that you do not know what happened to your predecessors, those who so elaborately built the place you call “The Forgotten Sanctuary”. You are blissfully unaware of the heinous deeds that happened here, ignorant of the sleeping evil you woke from it’s long slumber. Some things are meant to be forgotten. But it is too late now. The deed is done. You can either abandon this place or stay and fight. Carve out a living despite the darkness that surrounds you. But be aware that the darkness which has been unleashed can never be fully banished again. So, choose wisely.” Antafes had stirred impatiently while Yggdrasil was talking. The accusations didn’t sit well with him. And he would never abandon his charge, he would die here, eventually. For him, leaving wasn’t an option. Yggdrasil was well aware of that. The concept of a charge had always had a familiar appeal to him, he, too, would never leave his grove. He’d rather die. “Forgive my impatience, ancient one, but I still don’t understand how our efforts to re-build the Sanctuary have awoken that “ancient evil” and I also still can’t fathom what that…thing actually is. The Shrieking Wilds are no place for the faint-hearted. It’s a dangerous place, it always has been. Beasts strong enough to even kill a grown Imperial prowl these ancient forests, there are perils lurking deep within the woods, dark places never touched by sunlight. If we wanted to live a carefree life, we would have settled in the Gardens. So, forgive me my bluntness, but if you simply called us here to tell us that this is a dangerous place, well, we already knew that.” Yggdrasil felt his temper rising, he had always been quick to anger. A character trait he had tried to master for centuries and failed. Repeatedly. Lunging forward, teeth bared and green eyes flaring with light he pinned Antafes down, too fast for any of the other dragons to react. When the two warriors and the mage moved to interfere, Yggdrasil beat his wings, evoking a storm so fierce it blew even the Imperial and Ridgeback several hundred feet away. They crashed to the ground and lay still. The other dragons watched tensely as their subdued First Warden capitulated, presenting his throat in an act of submissions. Yggdrasil, still growling softly, accepted this gesture and retreated. His boiling anger faded quickly as he looked into Damien’s terrified eyes. Silently cursing himself for his short temper and losing control, he watched while the mage Fujin, eyes constantly on him in case there would be another attack, approached the Warriors lying on the ground. “Just knocked out, but otherwise fine.” He said, and the relieve of the delegation was almost palpable. Now, the matriarch stepped forward, indicating to the others to stay behind. She moved graciously, like a predator. She approached him without fear, but she watched him intently for any sign of aggression. Sniffing the air, she stopped only inches in front of him. She stretched out her paw to touch him, and Yggdrasil allowed it. He had always had a soft spot for this feisty but intelligent little Mirror who was so unlike most of her kind. She breathed in sharply as she touched soft fur where there should have been scales. “Who or what are you?” she asked in a low voice. Yggdrasil sighed. This would take longer than he thought. “I’m Yggdrasil, a kitsune dragon. I came here from far off Remnant, my homeland, a long time ago. This grove is my home and I usually don’t tolerate strangers here. It’s close to your Sanctuary and I usually don’t interfere in things happening outside my territory. But this doesn’t mean I’m oblivious to things happening around me. That’s why I know what happened to those who came before you. Are you willing to finally hear their story? Or do you want to try my patience further with your impertinent questions and behavior?” He looked around imperiously but nobody said a word. Instead, Fahlyn took a few steps backs and sat back on her hindlegs, eyes fixed on him. The others followed her example and the scribe Sunfyre unpacked ink and paper. Yggdrasil took a deep breath and began. “A long time ago, a wise and powerful mage chose to settle in the spot you now call the Forgotten Sanctuary. She recognized its potential and harnessed the magical power of the ley lines that run through the place, creating powerful sigils that ban beast and spirit alike. A safe haven in the perilous Shrieking Wilds, the settlement soon attracted merchants and settlers and the community prospered and grew. They created its unique architecture using spells and crafts now long forgotten. Over the centuries, the community changed and a monarchy arose. But this wasn’t a bad thing, as the monarchs ruled wise and just. Their noble bloodline endured for centuries, and the settlement thrived. It was then known as the “Emerald Holt” and dragons from all over the Viridian Labyrinth came to join the prosperous Clan. But where there is prosperity, there is also envy. Their wealth arose jealousy in rival Clans and Beastclans alike. And one day, it reached boiling point. Those living in “Emerald Holt” had become too careless, relying on their powerful magical wards. The number of warriors had dwindled and the Serthis saw their chance. Their numbers had become countless, many fertile years had bestowed on them hundreds upon hundreds of young warriors willing to sacrifice themselves for a better future. Their mages had found a way to weaken the wards with blood magic and finally they decided that their time had come. Their attack took the “Emeralt Holt” by surprise. They broke through the magical wards in the East, near the river. What you now call “Coatl Grove” was overrun by Serthis Warriors, every dragon and hatchling slaughtered and the forest torched. The rivers ran red with blood and the fire of the burning trees illuminated the night’s sky. The Monarch immediately called upon his allies for help, but nobody answered his call. They had harbored feelings of envy in their hearts for a very long time, and now they finally saw their chance. The “Emerald Holt” had grown weak, and there was no place for the weak in the Shrieking Wilds. So, they watched from afar while their brethren desperately struggled to fight off the enemy. Eventually, they succeeded. But they paid a high price. Their homes lay in ruins, their groves were burned. Their supplies plundered or ruined. More than half of the population had perished and nobody escaped the fights unscathed. The King was outraged that none of his allies had come for aid. He watched helplessly as his people suffered and starved. He had lost his mate and two of his sons in the fight and the loss made him bitter and hateful. Only his last surviving daughter could soothe his pain. When he appealed for help again to save his people from starving, the “allies” finally answered his plea. But not like he had hoped. The allied Clans came with an invasion force to take over what was left of the “Emerald Holt”. They slaughtered the welcoming committee that had awaited them in joyful anticipation near the Southern Gate. Amongst the victims was the King’s only surviving child. Maybe it was the loss of his beloved daughter, or the final betrayal by his own kind, or maybe it was both what pushed him over the edge. The King had been a powerful mage, and he decided to take dire revenge for their betrayal. If he couldn’t have the “Emerald Holt”, nobody should. Using blood sacrifice and dark magic he stirred powers that should never have been called upon. But they unlike his own kind answered his call. The King made a pact with them, promising them power and freedom. You want to know what those beings are? They don’t have a name or if they ever had one, even I don’t know it. They are corrupted spirits, twisted and evil, seeking to destroy life for the simple pleasure of killing. Banished into the nothingness between the realms by your gods at the beginning of time, they linger there, waiting for a chance to break free. And the King provided them with one. He drilled a hole in their prison, but channeling so much magical power is never without consequence. To achieve his goal, he tapped into the magical energy of the ley lines, and when he broke through the ancient seals, the backlash of magical power seared through the ley lines, twisting and turning them, breaking some and re-arranging others. The earth shook as the fabric of the world was torn apart. This wound will never heal. The King got his revenge, the spirits now free of their prison wreaked havoc among his enemies. Some only smoke and vapor, some fused with other creatures creating something twisted and foul. But their lust for blood did not distinguish between friend or foe. They slaughtered every living being that crossed their path. The ground was slick with the blood of the fallen. When I felt the ley lines shift and rupture I left the seclusion of my grove for the first time in centuries. I saw with my own eyes the horrors that foolish King had unleashed upon the world, the damage his heinous deed had done was beyond repair. Traitors and survivors had banded together to fight these atrocities. I did what I could to help them escape. Then I went looking for the King. I found him eventually in the Orchard by the river, but his body was only a mindless shell. The magic had burned his consciousness away. His body and mind had not been built to harness so much power. I made sure his body followed his mind suit. But as I said, there was no way to restore the damage he had done. I couldn’t mend the breach between the realms, nor could I mend the ley lines he had broken. With the help of some of the surviving mages, we managed to patch up the rift but it will never be completely sealed again. Those creatures cannot be killed, as they are not really alive, but destroying their body in this realm, be it fused with another living being or still in their incorporeal form, will banish them into their realm. Until they find their way out again. They are drawn by blood and violence like a moth to a flame. That’s why they appeared again after your war with the Serthis. You soaked the earth with blood, dragon and beast alike. It was an irresistible beacon for them. And now that they are here, more will come. You see, you don’t only face the perils of the forest, natural or magical, but also the threat of those creatures that cannot really be killed. With the ley lines broken, you will never be able to restore the outer wards of your Sanctuary, and the knowledge how they were built has long been lost. Your Sanctuary isn’t as safe as you might have thought. These beings will spread terror amongst your Clan members and it takes a lot of skill and power to fight them. So, choose your path wisely.” When Yggdrasil finally stopped talking, the dragons of the delegation looked at each other in disbelief and horror. He could tell that the history of their home had shocked them to the core. Sunfyre, the scribe, was the first to speak again. “What was the name of the King?” he asked. “We do not speak his name, or that of his cursed bloodline!” Yggdrasil spat out. “His name has been purged from history, you will not find it anywhere, neither written on parchment nor chiseled in stone. His bloodline died out that day, and nobody will remember their names. They have done too much harm.” A burst of anger and sadness clouded his mind as he remembered the fate of his brother, now a cursed and lost soul. But he quickly composed himself, banishing these memories to the back of his mind again. Sunfyre had flinched at his sudden outburst, but this brief shock wouldn’t keep him quiet for long. “But the inner wards still hold against those…creatures? And how does one fight them? Where exactly is the rift and can we do anything to stop them from crossing over? You talk about “fused creatures”, what do you mean by that?” Yggdrasil looked into Sunfyre’s eager face and sighed. But he knew the fastest way to peace and quiet was answering his questions. “Yes, your inner wards are still intact. Neither spirit nor wild beast can cross them, though you might have noticed that the blood ritual performed by the Serthis a thousand years ago has weakened them against any Beastclan that roams this world. So beware of them. The major rupture occurred at the Eastern battlefield, but there are quite a few places where the fabric between the realms is thin. So thin that they might pass over. Common steel won’t hurt them, you need weapons imbued with silver or magic. But not all spells work against them. It falls to your mages to figure those out. I cannot help you here, as my magic is different from yours.” Yggdrasil eyed the Dawnguard Apollo who had come closer again to listen to his words. “Unfortunately, there is no way I know of to stop them from crossing over. Also, they are not all the same. Some are more powerful than others, some are cunning, others use brute force to achieve their goals. Not every single one chooses to fuse with a living being, but if they do, their union of soul and flesh creates something twisted and foul, a creature far more wicked and dangerous than anything I’ve ever seen. The fusion with such a powerful spirit kills the host almost immediately, yet it controls the corpse perfectly. I’ve never seen any signs of decay on them, though their wounds do not heal. Be aware of the fused, since they are the most dangerous.” While Sunfyre scribbled furiously on his rolls of parchment, Antafes cleared his throat. Shifting his attention towards him, he could feel the resentment the First Warden had towards him. He didn’t appreciate being humiliated in front of his mate and other Clan members. “You described the attack of the Beastclan and dragons as if you had been there. Yet, you only left to help when everything had been destroyed. Where did you stand in this war? And are you enemy or ally to us?” Yggdrasil knew he would be asked these questions eventually. He had asked them himself many times. Should he have interfered earlier? Would it have made any difference? And how exactly should he have interfered? Help them to throw off the first attack of the Serthis? His grove had been untouched by their hordes due to his magical wards so he hadn’t really cared about their growing numbers. Kill the King when his madness became too apparent? So many questions, so many “ifs” and “when”. The sad truth was he’d never know and he’d have to live with that for the rest of his life. His brother blamed him for his fate, and that hurt him the most. But he teared away from these painful thoughts and readied himself to answer Antafes’ questions. “I wasn’t there. But I see many things that go on around and in my grove without being physically present. I wasn’t allied with the “Emerald Holt”, I choose to stay neutral and out of worldly conflicts. I don’t care about your petty quarrels. But what the King did was such a great violation of the natural order that I had to interfere. And I’m also neither friend nor foe to your “Forgotten Sanctuary”. I chose to share my knowledge in the hope that you will learn from your forebearers and never repeat such a mistake. And I also felt an obligation to warn you against the particular nature of your enemies. So, you know what you are up against. But that’s how far my help will ever go. Don’t count on me actually rushing to your aid if things go south.” Antafes seemed disappointed but nodded. “If that’s all, I suggest you leave now. And please don’t bother me again, I’ve said all there is to say. I value my peace and quiet and I don’t take well to disturbances.” He spoke his last words with a threatening undertone. That had been enough visitors for at least a decade he thought. Bidding their farewells, the delegation left. It took a few moments until he realized that Damien was still lingering. “Are you the only one, I mean Kitsune, here?” he asked curiously. Yggdrasil sighed. That one was persistent. “No, I’m not. But I won’t tell you anything about them.” Damien looked up into his eyes defiantly. “Why not? Is it a secret?” Yggdrasil bared his teeth and growled. “No, but they don’t want to be bothered by some nosey little creature like you. You better stay away from them, they are not as patient as I am.” Damien backed away a few steps. “May I come back? Please? To ask you about the ley lines? You seem to know a lot about them.” Yggdrasil sighed again. “If you must. But don’t overstay your welcome.” Damien smiled at him and nodded. Finally turning away to chase after the rest of the delegation, he hesitated. Looking back at the Kitsune he said genuinely “I will find a way to restore or renew the outer wards. And I will close that rift. There has to be a way. What can be broken, can be fixed again. And knowledge is never lost forever. It can be found again. You will see.” Yggdrasil smiled as he watched the coatl disappear. Oh, to be young and full of hope again, he thought. |
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