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Asfrithur

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A... guest, was it? Very well.

Scout

Spirit of Shadow

Energy: 50/50

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Length

7.13 m

Wingspan

7.85 m

Weight

951.81 kg

Genetics

Black
Ribbon

Royal
Breakup

Maize
Underbelly

Hatchday

Jul 19, 2014
(9 years)

Breed

Adult
Coatl

Eye Type

Shadow
Pastel

Level 25 Coatl

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AGI

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QCK

INT

129

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Biography

Asfrithur
~Spiritus Loci~

Asfrithur.

As far as the rest of the Clan knows, she is just vaguely terrifying, undeniably on their side, and unrepentantly and unsolvably mysterious.

The truth is this:

During the Second Age, the land the Outpost now stands on was a University of Magic, something which slowly but surely saturated the land in magic as the Lay Lines around it - already plentiful - shifted closer to the incessant pull of active magical workings until they tangled together and echoed off of each other in what is called a Ley Knot or Ley Hub.

Naturally occurring Lay Hubs spawn wherever two or more Lay Lines run too close to each other, then proceed to blend and even out the energy between the Lay Lines before naturally dissolving and letting the Lay Lines return to their old courses, stronger and more stable than before.

The Lay Hub under the Outpost, however, never got the chance to dissolve as the magicians living above it constantly changed and shifted and worked magic using the power of the Hub, preventing it from stabilising.

Then the Cataclysm came, bringing the Arcanist into the world, upsetting the natural flow of magic for all of Sornieth as all Ley Lines were flooded with raw magic and souls torn from their shells too early.

Hubs spawned everywhere, and already existing ones were driven deeper, stronger, quicker - morphing into something which may best be described as a Lay Well, reaching down into the pulsing core of pure magic at Sornieth's heart in an attempt to drain away the excess magic from the surface and return the lost souls to the cycle.

This was still fine.

Still just Sornieth trying to balance things out and keep them in a natural order.

The issue came when the Arcanist pulled down the Shade, and shattered the Shield.

Of course the Shade would aim for the natural weak spots in Sornieth's shell, the places where it had what amounted to a paved road leading right into the world's heart, where lost souls cried for purpose - any purpose.

It aimed for the Wells.

The deities drove it away, of course, but some tatters lingered, taking refuge in the souls of creatures of the realm... or hiding so deep in the Wells that they could not be uprooted without tearing the realm apart and risking new cataclysms.

This is where Odin comes in. Him and his mate, Frigga.

The two travelled warily into the dark and ruined Hewn City. They had been assigned to the mouth of the Hewn River by the Lightweaver, nominally to protect it from the Beastclans, but in truth to keep the Shade below the land in check and prevent its malicious whispers from influencing the dragons in the area.

Frigga brought her Charge with her: the Lightweaver had bestowed upon her the bones of one of the first imperials. Unknown to her, the bones were the vessel of a pristine soul, one who was made outside the cycle to keep it from the burdens of living many lives, but which was thusly unable to return to it.

Odin brought a life-long Search, that he despaired of ever finishing.

They were meant for that place, their fates having led them there.

Odin found his Charge at last; he knew with a bone-deep certainty that this, this was the place that he would protect and cherish, nourish back to life and belong in. ~~(Belong to.)~~

Brisea safely delivered the soul she had been carrying around, keeping safe for this very moment, to a place where it could find purpose once again. ~~(Where it could give her purpose.)~~

The soul sank into the Well and absorbed the lost, tainted remains of souls dwelling there; gaining purpose from their grief and anger ...but also from Odin’s joy and protectiveness, from Frigga’s faithfulness and nurturing, and from the purpose the Lightweaver had installed in them upon their creation:

Live.

Fight.

Asfrithur lived.

All that remained was to use their anger to prevent grief from striking again, to protect and nurture and be faithful those within their lands. To bring them joy, and to fight all who tried to prevent them.

...they might need a physical form for this.

The assassin creeping up on their dragons would do.

Let no-one accuse Asfrithur of not being efficient. ~~They~~ She likes being able to bury several problems at once.

(There is a reason why the dragons of the Outpost are fanatically loyal to each other. The very land they live on, the air they breathe, the magic they wield will not let them be anything else.)

Trivia

Asfrithur is: Evasive, Enigmatic, Possessive, Ruthless, Stubborn, Loyal, Cheerful, Teasing.
She is one of Odin's subordinates in the External Affairs branch, working with: Negotiation, Diplomacy, Tracking, Evasion, Light Combat, Combat, Magic, Information, Intelligence, Infiltration, Assassination.
Asfrithur's name means either "Beloved-", "Beautiful-" or "Peaceful Goddess". History remembers her as "The Dread Demon".
Asfrithur is the mate of Niflhelm, the pseudo-charge of Odin and Frigga as well as home to every Outpost dragon.
No-one actually knows she's the soul of the Outpost's land. Except for possibly Dagr, Nattr, Lifa, Fenris, Frigga and Odin. They suspect that something is off, at least.
As soon as she had conquered her new body (it wasn't very hard - it was harder to get used to it, but seeing as she now hosted the remains of many and that her original Imperial soul had been without a body for so long, she would probably have had just as many problems with any body), she brazenly walked up to the Leaders and asked how she may serve. Or tried to. Draconic is hard, okay? And her new body wasn't used to speaking it. And the language had shifted a lot over the millennia.
She was accepted into the Host under Odin's and Frigga's command once the confusion was out of the way (even if she refused to say anything about her origins, or her reasons for wanting to serve), and has proven her loyalty since.
Asfrithur and Fenris make a terrifying tag-team. He's one of the few that can understand her utterly confusing and unpredictable ways (she enjoys teasing her dragons), and she is one of the few who do not mind the eerie Wildclaw. The Clan is very glad that they seem perfectly happy with only terrorising the Beastclans and the Clans they are on less-than-amicable terms with, especially once the results and rumours filters back to them. (No-one really wants to know how they managed to convince that traitorous, Beastclan-loving Clan to turn around and murder their allies in cold blood, they really, really don't.)
Despite her deliberately obfuscating manner, the Clan is almost entirely certain that she hates bloodshed. It calls, tugs, wakens the memories, the shade, the remnants and she feels like she is falling aPArT- Still, she doesn’t fear it if she deems it necessary. ~~Anything, anything, for hers. To keep them safe. To keep them HERS. Forever.~~
If the Clan knew what she was, they would be even more confused by her relationship to Niflhelm. Really, they're cute together, and obviously happy as mates, but their personalities... or, well, they can get that Niflhelm probably hyper-fixated as he tends to do (hence all the drama with the duels for the privilege of mateship), but why her? More importantly - did she even want a mate? She really didn't seem the type. And she's not much of a mother. At all. (In truth, she just wanted to experience the blessing of giving life, of guiding souls into another round of the cycle that she is forever barred from. She wanted to give the tattered soul-remnants she holds a second chance, even is it means many of her eggs go dark before hatching. Then Niflhelm came along and was charmingly persistent in the eggs being his, too, always and forever and, well. She has always liked having things for herself and never letting go. Besides, if she leaves the parenting to him, then she'll actually be able to let the souls - hatchlings - go. That was the point of the whole thing, after all. Letting them live their own lives, independent of her.)

Art by the fabulous OkanaWolf!

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