Almacia
(#52085145)
"My heart is caged. I will not leave the hunt."
Familiar
Tricolor Viperpillar
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Energy: 44/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Plague.
Female Mirror
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
5.09 m
Wingspan
4.6 m
Weight
454.29 kg
Genetics
Coral
Python
Python
Coral
Morph
Morph
Lead
Peacock
Peacock
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Mirror
Max Level
STR
7
AGI
8
DEF
6
QCK
8
INT
5
VIT
6
MND
5
Biography
~From the desk of Chickweed Caraway~
Almacia / Clan Fervent
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━ My Location: ━ An ambiguous location in the Scarred Wasteland. We only have to travel through a corner of it, thank goodness. 
━ Crimes: ━ Does law even apply to the Scarred Wasteland? 
━ Questions: ━ What motivates this dragon to speak and look elegant? There’s no one to impress in this godless wasteland. 
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Apparently, the only way to reach my new destination in the Shattered Planes without Corriveau’s minions following is to travel where they won’t go. That place is the Scarred Wasteland. If I had my way, I’d take the risk and go elsewhere, but Chiron insists. He’s talked to the leader of one of the local clans who agreed to hire out a dragon for a guide, but I’m not prepared to trust whoever it is. Those red eyes always look hungry. Worst of all, we’re not allowed to fly unless specifically given permission or we might “get shot down.” I don’t know by what, but I’m not going to ask.
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Update: I must say, our guide is one of the strangest Plague dragons I’ve ever met. She introduced herself as Almacia, but before we left, I could have sworn her that Clanmates simply called her Snagwing. She’s wrapped herself in these glittering silks that look ridiculous against the backdrop of steaming earth, and she keeps using long words that don’t match her hissing accent. Even so, she keeps her claws immaculately clean and I imagine she knows how to use them. She also has a daughter, Turi, an Obelisk hatchling that’s already over half her mothers’ size. I know hatchlings. She’s the type to get bored easily and start causing trouble. I’m too old for this.
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Update: Turi has been as much of a nuisance as I predicted. She seems to think that my hat is a new toy, and she keeps trying to swipe it off my head. She does the same thing to Chiron, but he seems to enjoy the game. I got sick of it and asked Almacia if we could do some flying today, but she refused. Even at the driving pace we’ve been going, we still have a few more days left of travel, and I’d love to give my legs a rest. I’ve been having a hard time keeping up, but she doesn’t let me rest until we’ve made camp for the night. That, and I think I’ve caught something. My throat is swollen and I feel very cold. |
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Update: I learned why we were not allowed to fly. Just as Almacia was leading Chiron and I over a particularly steamy patch of ground, a line of Serthis appeared, hissing and spitting, and waving their spears as the approached.
Almacia told us to keep an eye on their bows, but said that we were on an old traveler’s trail and attacking travelers here was strictly forbidden all through the Wasteland. She said that we’d be safe and they were likely just going to harass us. Chiron seemed to find this encouraging. I did not.
I couldn’t understand them through my headache or their thick accent, but it made Almacia dig her claws into the earth and bite back a snarl. One of them snagged her scarf with a spear and waved like a flag. Turi hissed and tried to leap at him, but Almacia held her back. The Serthis laughed at that.
And they took our food! Those savage snakes took our food. Chiron was already running low on supplies, and they’ve left us stranded in this infernal wasteland with no food and worse, no water.
We only had a few days left of travel, but without water, we might not even make it that far. We’re going to camp early today to think of a plan and conserve our strength.
Almacia said water is rare here and that her Clan typically drinks the blood of their prey for hydration.
Savages.
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Update: I’m not sure we are going to make it. It’s morning now, and the sky looks particularly hazy, even for the Wasteland, but Almacia hasn’t pushed us forward. Turi keeps suggesting that we go hunting, but Almacia doesn’t respond. There’s a reason why the dragons here hunt in packs. A lone Mirror and a hatchling aren’t likely to survive hunting the animals in the area, and it’s not like Chiron and I can do much to help.
I’m hot and tired and even my pen arm is aching at this point. I’m going to take a nap.
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Update: We're not going to die out here. I don't know what will happen, but at least we're not going to die. Turi jumped on me to wake me up and said that everything was going to be alright.
Apparently, Chiron made the bold choice to fly and scout out the surrounding area. Lucky for us, he was not shot down, nor was he confronted by territorial Plague Flighters. Instead, he was confronted by a Clan of Plaguebringer zealots, who, while still not ideal, seem to be willing to help. He led us to the Clan's lair, where I fell asleep immediately.
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Update: After so many days of hard travel, it was a relief to rest. This clan, Clan Lyewing, guards a spring of fresh water, to ensure that all travelers, especially pilgrims to the Wyrmwound, share the rare resource.
Their leader said that she'd allow us to stay until I was well enough to travel and give us enough supplies to reach our destination. I suppose I should be grateful, but I'm not looking forward to whatever supplies that Plagueflighers will consider adequate.
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Update: We made it! The Shattered Planes may not be known for its scenery, but I’ve never seen anything sweeter. From now on, ground that isn’t spongy, smelly, or littered with prickles is sacred in my eyes.
Chiron is still saying his goodbyes to Almacia and Turi, as it seems that they’ve all become bosom buddies over the past week, but I’m going to drag him away.
I want to go to civilization, and I want to find a doctor.
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