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Hatchet
(#44782881)
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Energy: 50/50
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Personal Style
Apparel
![Sunlit Kelpie Mane](/static/cms/equipment/26281.png)
![Blaze Branches](/static/cms/equipment/46754.png)
![Magician's Cobwebs](/static/cms/equipment/15306.png)
![Bewitching Ruby Grasp](/static/cms/equipment/28784.png)
Skin
![Accent: Masquerade of Flames](/static/cms/skins/19327.png)
Scene
Measurements
Length
1.66 m
Wingspan
1.76 m
Weight
1.04 kg
Genetics
Clay
Python
Python
Cherry
Morph
Morph
Fire
Ghost
Ghost
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Fae
EXP: 0 / 245
![Meditate](/static/cms/battle_items/496.png)
![Contuse](/static/cms/battle_items/689.png)
STR
5
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
6
INT
8
VIT
5
MND
8
Biography
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[TO BE MOVED TO HIBERNAL DEN]
The ghostly procession whirls round and round, surrounding you. Your vision is blocked by the slowly spinning spirits. Their gleaming miasmal forms match the dull warm glow of the chandelier, a cascading formation of light and crystal suspended in space and time.
A single form approaches you from the side and invites you to a careful dance. As you circle through the crowd, the shapes become less defined, the lights brighter...
Bright enough to burn away your vision.
Bright as a thousand blazing suns.
You can’t pierce the incandescence. There is only the radiant white void.
You wake up. The decadent hall and its otherworldly inhabitants are gone. There’s nothing but a dark field and your camp in the distance. It must have been a dream. You decide to head back to the comfort of home.
You and the ghostly procession.
jukebox:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wJWksPWDKOc
The ghostly procession whirls round and round, surrounding you. Your vision is blocked by the slowly spinning spirits. Their gleaming miasmal forms match the dull warm glow of the chandelier, a cascading formation of light and crystal suspended in space and time.
A single form approaches you from the side and invites you to a careful dance. As you circle through the crowd, the shapes become less defined, the lights brighter...
Bright enough to burn away your vision.
Bright as a thousand blazing suns.
You can’t pierce the incandescence. There is only the radiant white void.
You wake up. The decadent hall and its otherworldly inhabitants are gone. There’s nothing but a dark field and your camp in the distance. It must have been a dream. You decide to head back to the comfort of home.
You and the ghostly procession.
jukebox:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wJWksPWDKOc
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This dragon doesn't eat Seafood.
This dragon doesn't eat Plants.
Exalting Hatchet to the service of the Windsinger 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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