Isildamir
(#42690768)
Level 1 Gaoler
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Energy: 50/50
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Personal Style
Ancient dragons cannot wear apparel.
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
13.13 m
Wingspan
8.24 m
Weight
6298.64 kg
Genetics
Platinum
Basic
Basic
Grey
Basic
Basic
Violet
Basic
Basic
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Gaoler
EXP: 104 / 245
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
7
VIT
7
MND
7
Lineage
Biography
First Offspring: Alhazred
(When alive)
Slow to act, patient.
(Undead - 6/08/19)
To be seen.
If the mind is the "seat of feeling," what is the soul? The seat of sin? Of temptation, lusts, or failings?
I doubt that I have taken my mind across the barrier, into Death and then back into Life. But I must have a soul to animate this body. And this body is now "me."
I died some time ago, but that has done little to deter my decision to live now. I know I have broken some rule of God, but I am the shepherd of my own soul. I will guard it or eat it, however I see fit.
Perhap I, like Erysichthon, have done some wrong and have earned some grudge laden curse. But I don't think it was in my nature to harm or wrong creatures when I was living. So I am paying some other debt. Perhaps that is it.
Perhaps.
Shining like threads of gold silk, hundreds of delicately layered spiderwebs, strung about the boughs of the tree, undulated hypnotically in the noontime breeze that temporarily relieved the little meadow of the summer heat. Isildamir's thick fur swayed with the same rhythmic flow. She watched the twinkling boughs and leaves from a distance, unwilling at that moment to move and perhaps lose the effect of the light that had ignited the otherwise invisible network of cobwebs.
Isildamir shifted as she caught the notes of chimes on the breeze. Although she looked for the source of the sound, she found the meadow empty.
(When alive)
Slow to act, patient.
(Undead - 6/08/19)
To be seen.
If the mind is the "seat of feeling," what is the soul? The seat of sin? Of temptation, lusts, or failings?
I doubt that I have taken my mind across the barrier, into Death and then back into Life. But I must have a soul to animate this body. And this body is now "me."
I died some time ago, but that has done little to deter my decision to live now. I know I have broken some rule of God, but I am the shepherd of my own soul. I will guard it or eat it, however I see fit.
Perhap I, like Erysichthon, have done some wrong and have earned some grudge laden curse. But I don't think it was in my nature to harm or wrong creatures when I was living. So I am paying some other debt. Perhaps that is it.
Perhaps.
Shining like threads of gold silk, hundreds of delicately layered spiderwebs, strung about the boughs of the tree, undulated hypnotically in the noontime breeze that temporarily relieved the little meadow of the summer heat. Isildamir's thick fur swayed with the same rhythmic flow. She watched the twinkling boughs and leaves from a distance, unwilling at that moment to move and perhaps lose the effect of the light that had ignited the otherwise invisible network of cobwebs.
Isildamir shifted as she caught the notes of chimes on the breeze. Although she looked for the source of the sound, she found the meadow empty.
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Exalting Isildamir to the service of the Icewarden 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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