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Serthis Loremaster
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Being completely honest, no one really eats this unless Peppermint and Cindermint are unavailable.
63
7
Strangling Vine
Organics
Moving through a patch of these vines is a slow process.
23
Canopic Jar
Trinkets
A decorative jar that contains the remains of an ancestral dragon. It is a bad omen to touch, move, look at, or sell this type of artifact.
72
Dew Laden White Rose
Apparel
A newly-bloomed, perfumed white rose. Flowers such as this represent purity and innocence.
1150
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Element
Allegiance
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Aesthetic: Misty woods in the mornings, vines tangled around old fences and crumbling structures, cool breezes on summer evenings Likes: Minty foods, walks alone, playing with hatchlings, times of peace Dislikes: Loud noises, unnecessary fighting, dented armor, being reminded of the past
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Notes: Planning on giving her pinstripe/current/glimmer if I can save up enough for the genes lol.
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Woodland Wanderer
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about. Whisperwind is one of the founders of Clan Astera. She prefers to use actions over words, and rarely speaks to those outside her innermost circle. For newcomers to the clan, she can be quite intimidating; she is as large as the trees she presides over, and her claws and legs are as solid as stone. In fact, on closer inspection, one can see Whisperwind's true nature is not that of a flesh and blood dragon: she is a Druid, made almost entirely of root and rock. Long time residents of Clan Astera know that asking her about her condition won't gain them any answers, and newer residents soon find that prodding questions don't exactly help to make a good impression on their matriarch. Not even her mate knows the whole truth of her situation.
Despite all this, however, Whisperwind maintains a kind, if somewhat detached reputation. Her clanmates all respect her and know that she only ever acts with everyone's best interests in mind. When faced with opposition of any kind, she always prioritizes conversation over battle; it is a widely known fact that Whisperwind heavily dislikes violent confrontation and often condemns those whose first reaction to a disagreement is to flash their claws.
That said, if push comes to shove, she will wade headfirst into battle to defend her loved ones and values. Years of living on her own have molded her into a formidable foe, and her all natural augments have certainly ended up lending themselves well to combat. One of her beliefs regarding fighting can be quite polarizing within the clan, however: she never, ever lands the final blow. While she has numerous victories under her belt, she has never taken a life, even in the most heated of entanglements. Some see her self control as worthy of admiration... others see it as a sign of cowardice. Whatever her clanmates think of her, though, she never falters in her faith: there is no room for death in the Gladekeeper's domain.
origins. A dragon lay dying in a small clearing. Blood drained from its body, staining the healthy green moss below it a bright red. Insects had started to fly around its wounds, excited by the scent of death and the promise of a healthy meal and breeding ground. If the dragon noticed, it did not care. It simply gazed off into the thick forest, letting the chirping of birds and buzzing of flies lull it into a daze. It knew it did not have long left. With one final, shaky breath in, it said a prayer to the Mother, the Great Verdant Wyrm, the one who had blessed it with its magic all those years ago. And then with a sigh, it died.
As if afflicted by great turmoil and grief, the trees flanking the clearing creaked and groaned as the dying magic pulled their trunks inward, forming a small dome around the body. Great vines grew from the soil and tied it securely to the ground, holding it close as a mother would to a child. The dragon's remains were hidden now, known only to the forest that had claimed them. For years they would sit in silence, draped in greenery and soil. But neither the forest nor the remains knew the reality of their entanglement; the makeshift tomb was merely a chrysalis holding and nourishing the magic within.
The Gladekeeper is the ultimate Creator, the ultimate Caretaker. Death has no place in her realm. Her sanctuary of growth and life shall not be polluted by such heresies. One of her children had died, but she would not forsake them. She would forgive this transgression and bring her child back. She is the Keeper. She does not give away her beloved so easily.
And so, at the Keeper's behest, bones turned to stone, tendons to thick roots, muscles to snaking vines and scales to rows of leaves. The magic held within the dragon had merged with the nature surrounding it, and the two together were now inextricably linked. A new being had been born, stronger than either of its parts.
But while wounds could be mended and bodies reforged, a mind was not as easily recovered. The dragon that had died here was not the same dragon who rose from the ground. Ages passed; the new drake raised her mighty head from its resting place and looked around at this new, vivid world presented to her; all strangely familiar, yet so different as to disorient a fragile mind. She knew nothing at this moment except the directive grown into her soul: Protect.
For ages the dragon paced the clearing, ensuring its safety and health. Predators were driven away by fierce fangs and invading flora was torn from the ground with steady claws. This was her new world. She was a Guardian, a defender of all that is good and pure in the Glademother's domain. Millenia passed before she could be said to have any amount of self awareness; what thoughts of the self came, came slowly, and were few and far between. After all, a forest knows itself as a multitude of living things, and never emphasizes a single being above the whole. Even as she began to realize herself, it was only when a wayward soul visited that she gained a name, and a voice.
A lone dragon had wandered into her clearing, bearing flower-covered wings and a cape of moss. As she tensed her body in preparation for an attack, she suddenly felt the forest she had been separated from communicating with her once again. Feelings of trust and compassion washed over her, visions of this strange dragon tending to the Labyrinth overwhelmed her. The forest loved this dragon like he was one of its own. She would not harm one that her beloved wilds cared for so much.
The smaller drake lifted his head to sniff the breeze, and tentatively walked over to the Guardian.
"You smell like the forest," he said, gazing up at her through stray strands of yellow fur.
"You feel like a friend," she replied, peering down at him through vine covered branches.
The Tundra smiled, and she felt completely at ease.
"My name is Mosswing. And you are?"
"I have no name," the great druid said. "I never needed one."
Mosswing chuckled. "Well, what if I need to call you? What shall I say?"
"Simply whisper your words into the wind, and the forest will carry your message to me."
"Whisperwind it is, then!" Mosswing laughed as he stretched out to warm himself in the sun. "What a lovely name. I've surely outdone myself."
"Whisperwind... I suppose this is acceptable, if you must use a name for me."
The Tundra grinned, and in the sunlight, Whisperwind thought she could see him glow. His lighthearted nature was contagious, and the usually stoic Guardian found herself smiling as well. Something about being in his company just felt right.
When the sun began to set, Mosswing got to his feet and bid farewell to his new friend, promising to come back and visit as soon as he could. With a playful bow, he strode out of the clearing, disappearing into the treeline.
For the next few weeks, the Tundra would return to Whisperwind's grove and bring with him tales of life on the outskirts of the Labyrinth. He would tell her about the alluring glow of the mushrooms across the water in the domain of the Shadowbinder, and about his quick glimpse of the bustling center of commerce in the Colonnades of Antiquity. He talked about the different plants he had seen during his wandering, and voiced his excitement at seeing his favorite flowers beginning to bud.
In return, she would tell him of the bits and pieces of a previous life she didn't know she had. Most of her memories were quick and blurry; the feeling of claws raked down her back, a strange forest much larger than her current home, the smell of blood and wet dirt. Mosswing, ever patient, would listen and give input where he could, reassuring her that her past did not define her and she had no obligation to share things that hurt her.
Some days, they would just sit in silence, enjoying each other's company and basking in the sunlight that filtered through the thick canopy above. Sometimes they would wander down to the shores of the Gladeveins and swim in the cool, clear waters. Other times they would wander through the Everbloom Gardens and discuss their favorite flowers and fruits.
It was during one of these trips around the Labyrinth that Whisperwind found herself unsettled by a sudden realization.
The strange Tundra that had wandered into her grove had inadvertently ended up becoming an integral part of her day to day life. Because of him, days no longer blurred together endlessly. Because of him, she had a name, and an identity. Because of him, she finally knew what it meant to truly live, as opposed to simply existing. She realized that she couldn't imagine going back to life without him. And she realized that the strange feeling in her chest that she had trouble putting a name to for the past few weeks wasn't just affection, or a general sense of contentment. It was love.
She told him as much one night while they sat together under the stars.
"Mosswing..."
"Yes? Is something the matter?"
Whisperwind shook her head gently and shifted around a bit, getting comfortable.
"You have taught me many things, and when I have questions you do not hesitate to answer them."
Mosswing looked up at her from his place at her side. "Of course! I'm glad to help you when you're confused or overwhelmed."
"I have another question for you now... though I must admit that thinking about what your answer may be shakes my resolve a bit..."
The Tundra's face twisted in confusion. "What on Sornieth for? Don't tell me that a small dragon like me scares such a powerful dragon as yourself!"
"Perhaps not physically," Whisperwind smiled softly. "But you are still full of surprises, regardless of size, and I fear my question might incur some disastrous reaction if it is not taken the right way."
Mosswing yawned. "Doubt it!" He said with a stretch. "Us Tundras are known for our kind and understanding ways, you know. Unless you're going to insult my taste in apparel, in which case prepare for a fight!" He accented this final point with a playful swat at her wings.
Whisperwind felt her chest burst with warmth at the sight of her companion's playful ways. She needed to tell him the truth. There was no more hiding it.
"Mosswing, I have known for years that I love the forest," She began slowly. "From the moment I came into being, and even before that, I knew that my heart was rooted in this very soil, and that these plants cared for me as I cared for them.
For a while, this was enough for me. But then you walked into my clearing, and brought with you many stories and experiences I had never heard of. You showed me that I was more than my duty, more than my past... and I have realized that you are as important to me as the forest I guard. I cannot fathom being without you... I love you, Mosswing. As much as a being like me can truly understand love. I must know... if you love me as well."
There were a few moments of silence, save for the sound of leaves rustling in the breeze and the chirps of crickets. Whisperwind truly wondered if she had made a mistake, if she had pushed away her only friend for the selfish reason of clearing her head. She was about ready to give up on the topic when Mosswing spoke up.
"Whisperwind, I... I wasn't expecting this at all. I'll be honest... I didn't think you cared about me in that way. I was going to ask you the same thing a few nights ago, but scared myself off because I thought you would turn me down, and I would rather have stayed friends with you than chase you away with a confession. But I can see that's not the case at all! So, to answer your question, I do love you. And if you'll have me, I want to stay by your side for as long as I can."
The two shared a tender look and together, tails entwined, walked back to the grove Whisperwind called home.
Over time, the two would be blessed with hatchlings, and a few wanderers would also settle down in the vicinity, with Whisperwind's permission. For the most part, she was happy to have company, and found that with Mosswing's support she could lead her fellow dragons with little hassle. When the ranks of dragons finally grew to the size of a properly functioning clan, she was the one who gave it a name, after her favorite flowers, asters. And now, she stands as the reigning matriarch of Clan Astera, guiding her clan members through life and protecting them as her own.
A low damage scratching attack that generates some Breath.
25
Required Level: 1
Shred
Ability Stone
A medium damage melee attack. The target takes damage from bleeding for a short time.
250
Required Level: 1
Eliminate
Ability Stone
A high damage deadly attack that attempts to finish the opponent off. Refunds breath if the enemy dies.
500
Required Level: 7
Leaf Bolt
Ability Stone
A vengeful surge of earthen energy and vegetation. Deals Nature damage to one target. May only be used by nature dragons.
500
Required Level: 5
Berserker
Augment Stone
Grants +5 Strength, +3 Quickness and +1 Agility.
600
Required Level: 17
Ambush
Accessory Stone
Grants a dragon the ability to strike first when a battle begins. After this attack, they will fall to their normal place in the turn line-up.
500
Required Level: 9
Ebony Antlers
Apparel
An impressive set of antlers, but they probably aren't natural.
1450
Raven Woodtreads
Apparel
Tread carefully in the forest...
1100
Raven Woodwing
Apparel
It is an unusual dragon that would take the adornments of a woodland with them into the sky.
1500
Simple Tail Tatters
Apparel
Though torn, this length of fabric is bright and flowing, acting almost as a small battle standard.
1000
Seapetal Wing Garland
Apparel
A gorgeous string of seapetal blossoms to decorate the wings.
1700
Greenskeeper Treeshroud
Apparel
The Everbloom Gardens aren't just naturally beautiful. They take a dedicated group of botanists and gardeners to maintain, and many devote their lives to keeping the blooms fresh and healthy. (Greenskeeper Gathering 2020 Holiday Item)
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Attendant Footies
Apparel
High quality woolen footies are fancy enough to negate the embarrassment of wearing footies.
500
Attendant Collar
Apparel
Denotes the rank of Attendant to the wearer.
500
Attendant Mitts
Apparel
A pair of high quality woolen mitts.
500
Dark Incense
Apparel
A sweet smelling incense with dark trails of smoke that seem as if they have a mind of their own. (Trickmurk Circus 2023 Holiday Item.)
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Serthis Loremaster
Familiar
As the legend goes: parchment and flame do not mix.
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Skin: CrystalGuard
Guardian Female Only
Rockbreaker's Ceremony 2020. (4/14) Designed by Bluedragon.
Itemid #36740
Scene: Strange Chests
Scene
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500
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Exalting Whisperwind to the service of the Gladekeeper will remove them from your lair forever. They will leave behind a small sum of riches that they have accumulated. This action is irreversible.
