Ollivar
(#52199297)
A new chapter begins....
Click or tap to view this dragon in Predict Morphology.
Energy: 50/50
Expand the dragon details section.
Collapse the dragon details section.
Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
31.65 m
Wingspan
22.9 m
Weight
9303.36 kg
Genetics
Coal
Piebald
Piebald
Cerise
Alloy
Alloy
Azure
Capsule
Capsule
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Imperial
Max Level
STR
120
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
70
INT
5
VIT
9
MND
5
Biography
Pure Gen. 2 Imperial
|
Ollivar Explorer & Storyteller |
Old, Far-Off Things Written by Joywing (Mistral Jamboree raffle prize) |
“You drive a hard bargain, little explorer! Very well, I will assent, but you need to sleep soon, ok?” Ollivar conceded. The little one nodded, and politely sat, his head set on the floor to feel the rumbling beneath the floorboards. The noises and whirring that had become so familiar renewed their novelty, whispering in unspoken words to his young guest. It was always the little things that stuck out the most, like the fresh spring breeze on the Plateau, or the feel of smooth pebbles at Dragonhome. Bits and scraps of memory, that made up the colourful mosaic of life. The Imperial flipped through that scrapbook, assembling his tale from old tastes and sounds. Some of them never went away, always resting on the tip of his tongue.
“Do you want to hear about the village of Fei-li? It is something that is truly astounding. Even I have only had the privilege of seeing it once.” Ollivar began. His guest perked his ears, eager to receive the rare treasure of knowledge.
“Its denizens hide the place with great cunning, nestled right in the Reedcleft ascent. Between the pillars, the entrance smoothed over with mud and stone. The only way you would know it was there would be the whistle-chirp of rushing air, as it ran over the door. So many dragons would climb those steps, wind rushing in their ears, and they would be none the wiser!”
“The way in is very specific. You must knock in the four directions, and trace between them. Then you must intone the password: ‘Wisdom is the wind that will never change’,” Ollivar mimicked that method, recalling those words from years before. It had taken much work to acquire that rumor the first time around. He still felt a little silly doing it, but those ridiculous things had always been part of the fun.
“It is truly wondrous what is inside. Caves and tunnels, so much more open than it looks on the outside! A little village, hidden to watch for those who might fall down. The wooden chimes were hung on the indoor roofs, the passing air allowing them to tinkle in the wind. They made beds of the moss, and drank crystalline water from an indoor spring. Bittersweet fruit and rock cabbage were grown between the stones, always fresh, no matter the season. The stories said that if you ate the plants, and drank from the streams, your wings would be strong enough to fly a thousand miles, up towards the Windsinger himself! And if you couldn’t, the villagers would catch you, and you could try again.” The little one gasped in awe at the prospect, at this hidden legend in faraway cliffs.
“Did you see the Windsinger? Why didn’t you stay? Is it still there?” The hatchling bombarded Ollivar with questions, curiosity mixed with ambition, to see such wonders for himself. The Imperial opened to mouth to answer, but he was struck by a moment of hesitation, for he knew the end to the story.
He recalled his return to those cliffs months later, to visit the friends he had made. A clean hole, blown through the pillar. Tables and homes overturned, as if it had been scoured clean. Once beautiful gardens were overgrown, and the springs of quicksilver were tainted, clogged with bones. All he could do was seal up that hole in the cliffs, whispers of those gone, carried by the whistle-chirp of passing wind over the rim.
Ollivar shook his head. He could not bear to destroy such wonder, and such imagination. The path of adventure was one of joys and sorrows, but they need not all be known. Not right now. He regained his composure, and answered.
“Ah, this story is from a long time ago. Last I checked, they moved, maybe to a different cliff. Probably changed the password as well,” the hatchling seemed to deflate a little from disappointment, before Ollivar placed his claw under his chin, lifting his head.
“But there are many treasures and secrets out there, hidden like Fei-li. I’m sure you will find something so much more wonderful, little explorer.” The hatchling’s eyes seemed to gleam with admiration, smiling widely at the prospect of even greater things. Ollivar bid him farewell, a feeling of warmth in his chest, as the hatchling waved back. The little one would be even greater than he one day, telling his own yarns to another, who wished to see the world in all of its glory.
In remembering, perhaps one pined for the happiness that cannot be lived again, only existing in the fragments of the old. But a story told for the first time creates a happiness of its own. Ollivar smiled, checking over the maps for his next journey. After all, he hadn’t quite finished writing his own story.
Click or tap a food type to individually feed this dragon only. The other dragons in your lair will not have their energy replenished.
Feed this dragon Insects.
Feed this dragon Meat.
Feed this dragon Seafood.
Feed this dragon Plants.
Exalting Ollivar to the service of the Windsinger will remove them from your lair forever. They will leave behind a small sum of riches that they have accumulated. This action is irreversible.
Do you wish to continue?
- Names must be longer than 2 characters.
- Names must be no longer than 16 characters.
- Names can only contain letters.
- Names must be no longer than 16 characters.
- Names can only contain letters.