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Fruungel
(#41797600)
Level 8 Skydancer
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Personal Style
Apparel
![Navy Aviator Scarf](/static/cms/equipment/12898.png)
![Marvelous Sweater](/static/cms/equipment/9617.png)
![Raven Sylvan Dress](/static/cms/equipment/15715.png)
Skin
Scene
![Scene: Shadowbinder's Domain](/static/cms/trinket/38411.png)
Measurements
Length
5.24 m
Wingspan
5.25 m
Weight
817.73 kg
Genetics
Abyss
Clown
Clown
Cyan
Daub
Daub
Lavender
Smoke
Smoke
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 8 Skydancer
EXP: 4940 / 16009
![Meditate](/static/cms/battle_items/496.png)
![Contuse](/static/cms/battle_items/689.png)
STR
4
AGI
5
DEF
5
QCK
20
INT
35
VIT
6
MND
9
Biography
Fruungel
LP - 7.5
Day 15: Marcelitto brings it up, knowing there would be some level of backlash; that it would help if they had machines working on their side, rather than being only dragons. Maybe more importantly, the benefit of numbers.
"Fruungel can help; if she so wishes. It will take a while; over ten hours to build the bodies and program them." She looked up at that; wasn't it the case that everyone blamed her failed code for the current problem?
No one else thought it a good idea; even Fruungel was wary. After all, they'd spent the last half-day in trying to wrestle a group of machines into submission. Still, Marcelitto seemed convinced this was their only chance. He turned to her.
"Will you help?"
"Only because I want to rectify my mistakes." She made a sour face, and he nodded.
"That is enough for me. Let's start- and let's hope Lucania doesn't get too curious about our creations."
She glanced over her shoulder at the mentioned fae; still busy as ever in fixing their company's wounds. Burns and cuts and pinched flesh. He wouldn't have time to look into their work.
LP - 7.5
Day 15: Marcelitto brings it up, knowing there would be some level of backlash; that it would help if they had machines working on their side, rather than being only dragons. Maybe more importantly, the benefit of numbers.
"Fruungel can help; if she so wishes. It will take a while; over ten hours to build the bodies and program them." She looked up at that; wasn't it the case that everyone blamed her failed code for the current problem?
No one else thought it a good idea; even Fruungel was wary. After all, they'd spent the last half-day in trying to wrestle a group of machines into submission. Still, Marcelitto seemed convinced this was their only chance. He turned to her.
"Will you help?"
"Only because I want to rectify my mistakes." She made a sour face, and he nodded.
"That is enough for me. Let's start- and let's hope Lucania doesn't get too curious about our creations."
She glanced over her shoulder at the mentioned fae; still busy as ever in fixing their company's wounds. Burns and cuts and pinched flesh. He wouldn't have time to look into their work.
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