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Roslia

(#488902)

Level 25 Imperial

Familiar

Fallbrush Fraud

Energy: 30/50

Personal Style

Apparel

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Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

22.69 m

Wingspan

23.2 m

Weight

6403.78 kg

Genetics

Coal
Iridescent

Obsidian
Shimmer

Forest
Gembond

Hatchday

Aug 27, 2013
(10 years)

Breed

Adult
Imperial

Eye Type

Nature
Unusual

Level 25 Imperial

Max Level

STR

126

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Offspring

Biography

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R O S L I A

The Augmenter | Founder & Curator

Why keep the weak as they are? I will show them strength.

The Fallen One. The Augmenter. The Stitcher. The Remaker.
Roslia goes by many names and has been given many titles. Oddly enough, her famed titles are but whispers on the wind - myths to most clans because those who claim to have laid eyes on her, claim the most outrageous of tales. At times she is a biped, a mutated humanoid, and other times, a dark imperial covered in writhing thorns and grotesque crimson eyes. More incredible than her appearances are the stories of her unique talents. Those who speak of her have raved about her ability to augment any dragon, to increase their battle prowess tenfold, repair any injuries… and even bring creatures back from the dead. These rumors have driven many clans to seek the audience of Roslia. Those who dare journey to find them, not only have to pinpoint them within all of Sornieth, but it seems whenever they got close, they were either attacked by ravenous, horridly mutated dragons, or they found an abandoned lair.

Thus, Roslia’s identity remains unknown to many but a few chosen clans, and her clan’s habit of traveling certainly doesn’t allow them to keep close ties to many. Even her own clan mates very seldom speak of her, and any outsider would believe Helock to be the clan leader. However, any of them would say the same of Roslia. The clan’s leader is a silent one, ruling not with power or force, but acceptance, and the promise of progress. Those who make it into Roslia’s clan are those confident in their own abilities, seek no approval of others, and strive to move forward together.

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Alignment:
Chaotic Neutral

Affiliation(s):
Plague, formerly Nature

Status:
Alive, mind absorbed into different body

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...stay as you are, and die the same. Join me... and become anything.

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Roslia was originally a dragon from the nature clan. She was fascinated with "improving" wildlife by infecting them and selectively breeding those that survived. Eventually, her creations turned sour and the Gladekeeper became greatly displeased. Roslia was banished from the Viridian Labyrinth, but her experiments didn't stop there. She wandered through the Tangled Woods, finally making it to the edge of the Scarred Wastelands. There, she had an epiphany: life would never survive the way it was kept in the Labyrinth... No... They needed to be exposed, tested, and only the strongest could survive. She needed to start with herself. If she wasn't strong enough to survive the Wastelands, then there was no point in further experimenting.

After weeks of living in the Wastelands, she made her way back to the Viridian Labyrinth, to show the Gladekeeper her masterpiece. When the guards there laid eyes on her, they immediately attacked, trying to drive out the horrid aberration that invaded their home. Roslia fought ferociously, and managed to take down the guards. Before she could celebrate however, thorny vines shot out of the ground and pierced straight through her chest. The Gladekeeper, her former deity, emerged in front of her and spoke.

"I regret doing this... Roslia. But you are no longer of this land, and you cannot be allowed to live."

Roslia thought it over. What did she do wrong? Why wouldn't they accept her? Why wouldn't they accept the fact that preserving life only meant preserving the strong and the weak? Darkness fell before her, and for once, she felt cold in the Gladekeeper's presence...

x x x

Poor child... poor sweet child...

A voice, raspy but alluring, spoke within her mind, They don't see the potential in you. But I do.

Roslia slowly opened her eyes, and an image of the most grotesque dragon materialized before her. She was terrified of the large plague dragon, but she couldn't move or even speak.

The plague dragon backed off then grinned, pus and ichor oozing between jagged teeth. "Speak, Roslia. What do you wish to do?"

The dying nature dragon's eyes widened. She panicked and sought out words deep within her being. What did she want to do? If she was given another chance to live...

Roslia choked, her strength leaving her, but a single word slipped out with her last breath, "S...surviv...ve..."

Laughter echoed from the Plaguebringer, she took off into the air and inhaled deeply. What came next was the most excruciating moment Roslia lived through. Something was pulling her away from her body, as if her consciousness was being forcefully ripped from her.

You have died, my child. But I will give you another chance. Serve me in a new body, and if you manage to survive in it long enough... I will return you to your former glory.

x x x

Roslia awoke with a start, her entire body felt like it was being jabbed by thousands of thorns. The next thing she had noticed, was that the world was dark, but full of sounds and touch. Moving made the jabbing worse, and she quickly realized her body was different. She felt herself over... heart beated loudly in panic. How frail she felt, how much smaller she seemed! Her limbs were almost longer than her own body! She had no snout, no fangs, her mane no longer trailed down her back and instead flowed past her shoulders. Her horns were still attached, but one broken. Her wings... they were there but maimed beyond functionality. She struggled to move, not being able to see, and clumsily tried to crawl on all fours. The world had become strange to her, not knowing where she was or what had happened, but she gathered that she was no longer in her Imperial form. She was reduced to something lesser. She mourned. Her great form reduced to something weak and pathetic.

Surely... I died. She tried to recall the feud between her and the Gladekeeper. But this... this is worse than death.

It was at her darkest thought of giving up... of letting go of this form permanently, when she recalled what had happened between her and the last entity she saw before she had become blinded. That horrid, putrid deity, the smells of rot and decay, the form of disease and entropy, was a reminder of how precious life was. That massive plague dragon was burned into her memory, and Roslia remembered... at her last breath, that entity of death gave her new life. That thought alone gave her renewed hope. This was a chance to be even better than she was formerly. This was her greatest opportunity... to be what she could never be before.

x x x

While it took months to get used to her new body, she soon discovered that the Plaguebringer had actually given her a blessing. Her lack of sight granted an increased sensitivity with her other senses. She no longer relied on sight to get around, and instead was able to detect the earth around her through vibrations and sound. Even more fantastic was that her small body was surprisingly athletic and flexible. Roslia discovered that stealth became her best tactic. With arms and hands, she was able to conduct her experiments more efficiently: brewing plagues, and augmenting dragons to fit into her own image. It was a time of complete bliss. No one cared what she created, there was no one to judge her works or deem them forbidden. Her imagination ran wild, her new hands conjured whatever she desired. Ironically, in her new bipedal form, she felt she had been released.

Right Talon

Lead Advisor

Birthplace

Hunting Grounds

Roslia is a 6 digit Gen 3 Imp. Thanks to Darillion for providing me with the oddball of the clutch!

For every stitch
a lethal niche,
faster the plague unfurls.
Every death brings the world
closer to the Wound.
Have you felt
how the land swoons?
Poor lost children...
Bring them home
to where the festered roam.

In the end... all things belong to one deity.

By MadMeeper

By Qbia

By Morticia

By Macabre

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