Siriol
(#39076431)
Level 1 Tundra
Familiar
Masked Phantom
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Fire.
Female Tundra
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.13 m
Wingspan
3.77 m
Weight
247.32 kg
Genetics
Black
Bar
Bar
Black
Daub
Daub
Coal
Spines
Spines
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
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 The Official Fire Subspecies |
Coaling Lore: Along the edges of the Ashfall Waste, a class unknown to most of the Flamecallers children has evolved through the centuries – Coalings. Fire has always been a source of warmth, light and energy ( and for cooking delicious meals). Using their good connections to other flights, many of the clans that reside at the borders carry on trades to exchange goods and knowledge. Coalings are miners with excellent knowledge of all that can be used to make fire mobile for travelling. They originate from the Southern Icefields and their icy fur started to adapt to the new surroundings quickly, producing only a thin coat covered in ash and tangled stones the more they worked in the mines. Most Coalings start as trainees as soon as they are born, many of them leave the Ashfall Waste to join other clans to be of use. However, the coal and flintstones produced in the Fire territory are said to be of the finest quality. Favourites 
When the harpies attacked the nesting grounds and the war between erupted, there was a separate cry for more rescources mined and weapons to be created. Siriol was a miner in one of the closer fields. She worked and lived in those mines for the majority of her living life and when the threat of his kind getting wiped out catches her ears, she was even more determined to get the good stuff. She worked extra hard, pushing heaps of iron and coal to the surface but she would soon learn that the war was lost before it even begun. The harpies has pushed dragon activity back towards the great furnace and most of the eastern side was stripped of rescources. She was told to fight on the surface but she knew that was certain death so she tried hiding in her cave, hoping the bird creatures wouldn’t dare enter the dark, closed spaces but; she assumed wrong. Screeching and squarks we’re slowly heading her way. A torch slowly grew brighter and brighter as the footsteps got louder and louder. She had nowhere to run, nowhere to hide; this was going to be her grave. The harpy yo front saw her and made a weird crackling sound. Two more harpies showed up behind with the talons point and sharp, ready for slicing. Siriol started laughing crazily, startling the harpies before she wiped her eye of a tear and said “You think you can enter my mine and own the place? Silly birds, your now going to be my ghost mates!” With that Siriol swing her pick into the wall and the cave started to shake. The harpies grabbed ahold of each other and whimpered the more and more the cave shook. Siriol just smiled devilishly and just before the mine caved in she said “Sorry girls but I wanted to have a bottle bit of fun.” Rocks fell from above and soon what was once a cave was now a slight dint in the ground. They rested in their grave for a very long time but change was soon to arise. A powerful but calm voice called out to her. “Tundra. Why do you rest?” “Because I fell in war Flamecaller.” “I can see that but why don’t you go to the surface and be with my creations.” “I have no physical body anymore, all that’s left of me is the clothes I died in and my bones.” There was a silence once more and she rested once more. Who knows how long it was until she heard the Flamecaller again. “Go back to your body Tundra, your mine is open once more.” Siriol ghost zoomed through the rocks back to her body where there she saw her bones and clothes. “Mother I do not want to judge you but I cannot live in this! There’s only bones!” “Go into it child. You don’t know how much I am blessing you.” Siriol listened to what she heard and plunged into her body. At first nothing happened but as time passed the bones rattled and stood upright as they would once had. She stood here and opened her eyes. “Wow! Thank you flamecaller for the gift!” “Yes child you’ve been blessed by me! No go to that clan nearby. They seemed to be dealing with my undead children just fine.” The voice of the flamecaller left and Siriol was alone...kind of. “Wow so that’s one of your gods huh.” “Yes. So I’m still stuck with you lot.” “You killed us and made us this monstrosity so yeah, you are.” Before her emerged a three headed masked phantom, shifting and floating around her boney body. “Let’s go see the surface yeah? It’s been a while I hear.” “Hope your people rule the world?” Nah that would be too boring yeah? Need something big to fight for.” She loved her body slowly, testing to truely see if her body wasn’t going to collapse into pieces. “Wow no trust in your god.” “I do! At least I got to keep my body!” “Harsh!” She sped up a bit after that, proving her point to them. When she finally reached the surface she stopped and looked at the sun in the sky. “Looks like your kind hasn’t kill the sun yet.” “Well knowing us we will one day!” “. Flamecaller told me I was suppose to go to a clan. Did you ever see one when on your phantom adventures?” “Yep! It’s south of here! But your going to have to climb out of this pit. Remember?” “I’m a fool for digging here.” The phantoms headed screeched in laughter and flew off in the correct direction. “Remind me to never climb again!” Shouted Siriol as her last paw reached over the steep ledge. The phantoms laughed and they continued on. Whilst they were walking the phantoms suddenly stopped into a halt and whispered “I hear harpies.” Siriol gave them a quick glance and continued on. “Aren’t you worried?” “Nah. What’s going to happen to me. Die?” They continued walking towards the sounds and saw a couple of buildings and signs. “Well it looks like were made it to a clan. Let’s hope it’s ours.” They entered in and walked to the town center and watched what was occurring. There was seriths slithering around, harpies flying and landing on rooftops, and dragons going on their day to day business like nothing was happening around them. “Well this is awkward.” “Which part. The fact that these dragons clearly have no idea of what happened here or the fact that peace can occur.” “Well we do know a lot of what happened on these grounds!” Boomed a voice behind them. They twirled around to see a giant guardian that was black and orange standing there, grinning. “Why don’t you guys follow me for a bit.” The guardian walked off and considering they had no idea what was happening here they followed along. They walked into a big cave and the guardian sat down on a bed. “ so tundra, ghost harpies. Hows life again?” “Weird. Mainly because your friends with the enemy.” “These harpies are refugees from the icefields. They’re not the ones from earth or lightening or light.” “Smart guardian! My people would try killing you again.” “Oh don’t you worry harpies, they already tried and we won. So question, how are you alive tundra?” “The named Siriol and the flamecaller brought me back.” “She did?!” “She spoke to me and brought back most of my body other than my flesh. A good blessing from her I suppose.” “Well no offence Siriol your not that special here; well other than talking to mother. We’ve got undead, ghosts, bounty hunters, you name it we probably got it.” “Does that mean I get to stay?” “Yep! I’ll get to making you a cave with the rest of the ‘I died in a harpy war’ corner. They always like new residents.” So Siriol got to live in her new cave with her harpies companions over with the rest of the effected by war. She got along pretty well with them and like hearing their sides of how they were in the war. She asked Granith if she could become a miner once more and she allowed it. Now Siriol works in the mines freely and happily without the threat of war for now, all thanks to flamecaller and her wonderous blessed gift of life. |
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