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Hellebore
(#45280992)
Level 1 Imperial
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Energy: 0/50
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
28.96 m
Wingspan
19.06 m
Weight
8122.08 kg
Genetics
Platinum
Cherub
Cherub
Obsidian
Peregrine
Peregrine
Moon
Crackle
Crackle
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Imperial
EXP: 0 / 245
![Scratch](/static/cms/battle_items/495.png)
![Shred](/static/cms/battle_items/497.png)
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
"You know, it's customary to take a new name when you join. It's not mandatory, of course- Astraeus came with that name, as did Lycus and Sieghard and Florance and Passed, and they're all well-respected members of the community..."
"They always called me Frostbite where I came from."
"Because of...? Oh, how cruel!-"
"They didn't exactly come up with it out of nowhere."
"That doesn't make it right. How about... how about Hellebore?"
"Hellebore?"
"Known for its resistance against the cold."
His story was one that began with cold. Not the standard, snout-numbing cold of the Southern Icefield, but something much more insistent and penetrating. A set of parents perhaps too used to making nests combined with an abrupt and brutal squall left the Imperial egg out in the snow, beyond the walls of the carefully heated nursery.
Once the storm had passed, the clan sent out searchers for the lost egg, though they did so with little enthusiasm; in an event like this, those left outside weren't usually well-fated. Thanks to the powers above, be they benevolent and misguided or simply sadistic, this hatchling's egg had not been fully buried.
The search party returned, trumpeting their pride, with the recovered egg in tow. An egg that had survived such a storm was sure to hold a hatchling of great power. The newly-prized egg was returned to the nursery, along with piles upon piles of furs to ensure it was kept safe until it hatched. Four days later, it did just that.
The dragonet that emerged was a pale, wrinkled thing. Its wings were already smaller than they ought to be, and they had extensive damage normally seen only in dragons that have been trapped in frozen caves or tried to fly in a blizzard. It didn't even look like he could move them past the first joint, though the little one tried to stretch them over and over. He was a disappointment and a broken one at that. His parents went from being lauded as the bringers of the greatest mage the clan had ever seen to the producers of a twisted joke. They called him Frostbite. He didn't merit any other title than that.
"They always called me Frostbite where I came from."
"Because of...? Oh, how cruel!-"
"They didn't exactly come up with it out of nowhere."
"That doesn't make it right. How about... how about Hellebore?"
"Hellebore?"
"Known for its resistance against the cold."
His story was one that began with cold. Not the standard, snout-numbing cold of the Southern Icefield, but something much more insistent and penetrating. A set of parents perhaps too used to making nests combined with an abrupt and brutal squall left the Imperial egg out in the snow, beyond the walls of the carefully heated nursery.
Once the storm had passed, the clan sent out searchers for the lost egg, though they did so with little enthusiasm; in an event like this, those left outside weren't usually well-fated. Thanks to the powers above, be they benevolent and misguided or simply sadistic, this hatchling's egg had not been fully buried.
The search party returned, trumpeting their pride, with the recovered egg in tow. An egg that had survived such a storm was sure to hold a hatchling of great power. The newly-prized egg was returned to the nursery, along with piles upon piles of furs to ensure it was kept safe until it hatched. Four days later, it did just that.
The dragonet that emerged was a pale, wrinkled thing. Its wings were already smaller than they ought to be, and they had extensive damage normally seen only in dragons that have been trapped in frozen caves or tried to fly in a blizzard. It didn't even look like he could move them past the first joint, though the little one tried to stretch them over and over. He was a disappointment and a broken one at that. His parents went from being lauded as the bringers of the greatest mage the clan had ever seen to the producers of a twisted joke. They called him Frostbite. He didn't merit any other title than that.
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Exalting Hellebore 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.
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