Antarctica
(#51501294)
Don't distract me, I'm on duty.
Familiar
Cerussite Icewarden
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Energy: 48/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Ice.
Female Gaoler
This dragon is an ancient breed.
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Personal Style
Ancient dragons cannot wear apparel.
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
12.17 m
Wingspan
5.41 m
Weight
6133.65 kg
Genetics
Orca
Phantom (Gaoler)
Phantom (Gaoler)
Shale
Daub (Gaoler)
Daub (Gaoler)
Robin
Shardflank (Gaoler)
Shardflank (Gaoler)
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 6 Gaoler
EXP: 3519 / 8380
STR
5
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
6
INT
8
VIT
5
MND
8
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
First Gaoler of the Alliance
08.06.19
The great revelation of their age was long past her, now. The female Gaoler snorted, at the thought of the unwelcome changes in their lifestyle that had been the same for centuries. Being sent out like that, unceremoniously and with such a burden to carry, no less. At first she hadn't questioned the orders, it was not in her right to do so, but as she left the familiarity of the Icefield and ventured begrudgingly across the sea she started feeling really mad.
The unfamiliar sensation caught her off guard, and for the first time in her life she also felt surprised. She scoffed again at the new, unpleasant sensations, and clutched the object entrusted to her tighter. An egg. A small egg, sent along with her as a symbol of good intentions from the majestic Gaolers towards the small, fluttering creatures that still dared calling themselves dragons.
She had made the humiliating journey across the water, fur soggy and wet, dirtied by debris. Another first in her life, as the stillnessof the frosted caverns didn't allow any soil to become soft enough to entangle with her beautiful fur.
She shook her head to free herself from those unruly thoughts, and felt the warmth of the egg by her side, protected by the thick mass of hair. It was close to hatching.
The giant Ancient scouted her surroundings with her keen nose looking for the safest place possible in that unfamiliar land. After all, her mission was to deliver herself and the hatchling safely within a newer establishment of dragonkind, to establish new relationships and to research information about this new world that had evolved beyond their collective knowledge.
Her perfect nose didn't fail, and the scent brought her at the gates of what was later described to her as a "city". A city of dragons. Wings, heads, horns of all shapes and sizes greeted her curiously while she shared the news and stated her purpose. They were helpful and welcoming, and the tired Gaoler took that a sign of the blessing of the Icewarden upon them. Even their leader, albeit of diminutive size compared to her, seemed somewhat related to their kind.
Introductions were made, and a nest was offered for the young about to come into the world. When the fledgling Gaoler opened his eyes, Antarctica saw they were green like the bamboo reeds she had seen so often around the landscape, and his snout was grinning mischievously with them. She caressed his white and grey fur, and declared to everyone watching eagerly around them that the child was the ultimate proof of the will of the gods: blessed by both Icewarden's original design and Windsinger's elemental affinity, the birth of Lucky determined a new era, for both the female Gaoler that had so carefully escorted him, and for the lively clan that from that moment could call itself host of the Ancients.
Official Familiar
08.06.19
The great revelation of their age was long past her, now. The female Gaoler snorted, at the thought of the unwelcome changes in their lifestyle that had been the same for centuries. Being sent out like that, unceremoniously and with such a burden to carry, no less. At first she hadn't questioned the orders, it was not in her right to do so, but as she left the familiarity of the Icefield and ventured begrudgingly across the sea she started feeling really mad.
The unfamiliar sensation caught her off guard, and for the first time in her life she also felt surprised. She scoffed again at the new, unpleasant sensations, and clutched the object entrusted to her tighter. An egg. A small egg, sent along with her as a symbol of good intentions from the majestic Gaolers towards the small, fluttering creatures that still dared calling themselves dragons.
She had made the humiliating journey across the water, fur soggy and wet, dirtied by debris. Another first in her life, as the stillnessof the frosted caverns didn't allow any soil to become soft enough to entangle with her beautiful fur.
She shook her head to free herself from those unruly thoughts, and felt the warmth of the egg by her side, protected by the thick mass of hair. It was close to hatching.
The giant Ancient scouted her surroundings with her keen nose looking for the safest place possible in that unfamiliar land. After all, her mission was to deliver herself and the hatchling safely within a newer establishment of dragonkind, to establish new relationships and to research information about this new world that had evolved beyond their collective knowledge.
Her perfect nose didn't fail, and the scent brought her at the gates of what was later described to her as a "city". A city of dragons. Wings, heads, horns of all shapes and sizes greeted her curiously while she shared the news and stated her purpose. They were helpful and welcoming, and the tired Gaoler took that a sign of the blessing of the Icewarden upon them. Even their leader, albeit of diminutive size compared to her, seemed somewhat related to their kind.
Introductions were made, and a nest was offered for the young about to come into the world. When the fledgling Gaoler opened his eyes, Antarctica saw they were green like the bamboo reeds she had seen so often around the landscape, and his snout was grinning mischievously with them. She caressed his white and grey fur, and declared to everyone watching eagerly around them that the child was the ultimate proof of the will of the gods: blessed by both Icewarden's original design and Windsinger's elemental affinity, the birth of Lucky determined a new era, for both the female Gaoler that had so carefully escorted him, and for the lively clan that from that moment could call itself host of the Ancients.
Official Familiar
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