Taranis
(#52592025)
Level 1 Banescale
Familiar
Hippogriff
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Wind.
Male Banescale
This dragon is an ancient breed.
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
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Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
7.92 m
Wingspan
5.85 m
Weight
441.64 kg
Genetics
Cyan
Ragged (Banescale)
Ragged (Banescale)
Azure
Tear (Banescale)
Tear (Banescale)
Cornflower
Plumage (Banescale)
Plumage (Banescale)
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Banescale
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
7
QCK
6
INT
6
VIT
6
MND
7
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
Taranis
Celtic God of sky and thunder.
Celtic God of sky and thunder.
Storm Watcher
Proud || Bold || Strong
Story below by Voronwis(#226333)
‘Step up!’ he spoke. ‘Step up and be recognized, defiler! The shadows shall not shield you forever!’
But that what is shadow cannot step outside its bounds, the absence of light is its essence, the darkness- not armour but the flesh itself. The creature of the night eternal took residence among the once holy stones, its eyes like wells without bottom.
The spawn of darkness laughed at his words, the mouthless sound echoed hollow. Without a second sound, it reached boldly. Tendrils of the colour of a starless night reached upon his radiant body, seeking to claim him.
He wondered at this arrogance, but only for a moment. The creature was seeking battle and a battle it shall have! He spread his wings and the aura of his godliness awoke, filling the air with unearthly glow.
The unholy tendrils wavered when touched by the divine light like a hand that was burned over a fire. But instead of withdrawing it doubled its efforts, the tendrils growing in strength, piercing the luminous shield.
The Thunderer grew irate at the foul creature. He summoned a bolt of lightning from the angry skies and imbued it with his rage. He held the lightning as a spear in both hands and thrust it with all his might.
The shadows parted before the onslaught of light, as water parts before oncoming vessel, letting the spear through. A white, flaming trail marked the path of its passing, but the darkness closed itself over it and swallowed it whole.
The beast unfolded itself fully now, its shroud of nothingness rushed forward to meet the radiant body of the god. The tendrils entangled themselves around his neck; the wings of dark emptiness engulfed him, drowning his godly self into the dread of inexistence. His eyes were now looking upon the place that has no equal, the endless labyrinth of forgotten powers. This was the place where gods venture to die, to sleep- eternally forgotten. Was he to share the dreamless slumber of the dead and abandoned?
No! The world shall end before it comes to pass. He reached into his very being, into the core of his divinity, and summoned the power that was his by birthright. He called upon the power that was, is and will be. He roused the might of faith of his followers, those living, dead and unborn yet, and struck at the darkness before him.
The skies broke in half and a hail of thunder fell upon terrified earth. The lightning stormed upon the temple grounds, scorching the stones with divine fire. The white inferno of light raged upon the darkness-infested ground, slashing through oppressive gloom, burning the foul creature. Its severed tendrils writhed impotently, its cloak of eternal darkness-rent into shreds, the bottomless pits of its eyes- filled to the brim with endless illumination.
The darkness was gone, the creature-defeated. The Thunderer was standing alone among the newly-hallowed stones of his temple. His victory was unwitnessed, but he will not allow it to remain so.
‘This place’ he called to the skies. ’Marks the site of my now and future victory. Hear me the creatures of the night. Hear me and tremble, for I have returned!’
Proud || Bold || Strong
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The Thunderer The Sky breaks apart with a single flash of white, while rain pours down, drowning out the silence of night. The Earth trembles softly while the skies roar, causing fear, Seek shelter from the Storm, but know that it will always be here. The growled shudders beneath Taranis' might, as it always should. Carrying his Solar Wheel alongside him, the God makes his way to the Earth. This time, his Chariot was not present, nor his horses, both still up above. This, of few times, was a private expedition: A young dragon had tried summoning him. Since his last summoning, the wind had carved the stones he had once stepped upon. A murder of Storm Seekers had gathered, roasting the once "holy", now abandoned site. At first, he could not see the one who'd called upon him, but alas, there they were; a young, yet enormous Ridgeback dragon, with eyes of a bright, familiar blue. "So you're the God who I called, are you? Awful small, for a God, if that's who you are." The rain grew heavy, a bolt of lightning breaking the sky above into three. Taranis' wrath was a rare happening, but this youth was practically asking for it. The Solar Wheel, standing by his side, begun to emit and odd glow, illuminating them. Perhaps that had scared the young dragon, for now, he look much smaller than before. "One does not invoke a God without reasoning. Why is it that you have brought me here?" No answer to the question was received; the youth had fled as soon as the Thunderer spoke. A waste of time, but then again, he'd gotten to gaze upon his once cherished worshiping site. The place he'd set foot on Earth for the first time; why was it abandoned, especially now? For a moment, the question had gone unanswered, until an eerie darkness settled itself. That was why, he thought, THAT was why. Some unholy creature had come, to take his site from him...
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‘Step up!’ he spoke. ‘Step up and be recognized, defiler! The shadows shall not shield you forever!’
But that what is shadow cannot step outside its bounds, the absence of light is its essence, the darkness- not armour but the flesh itself. The creature of the night eternal took residence among the once holy stones, its eyes like wells without bottom.
The spawn of darkness laughed at his words, the mouthless sound echoed hollow. Without a second sound, it reached boldly. Tendrils of the colour of a starless night reached upon his radiant body, seeking to claim him.
He wondered at this arrogance, but only for a moment. The creature was seeking battle and a battle it shall have! He spread his wings and the aura of his godliness awoke, filling the air with unearthly glow.
The unholy tendrils wavered when touched by the divine light like a hand that was burned over a fire. But instead of withdrawing it doubled its efforts, the tendrils growing in strength, piercing the luminous shield.
The Thunderer grew irate at the foul creature. He summoned a bolt of lightning from the angry skies and imbued it with his rage. He held the lightning as a spear in both hands and thrust it with all his might.
The shadows parted before the onslaught of light, as water parts before oncoming vessel, letting the spear through. A white, flaming trail marked the path of its passing, but the darkness closed itself over it and swallowed it whole.
The beast unfolded itself fully now, its shroud of nothingness rushed forward to meet the radiant body of the god. The tendrils entangled themselves around his neck; the wings of dark emptiness engulfed him, drowning his godly self into the dread of inexistence. His eyes were now looking upon the place that has no equal, the endless labyrinth of forgotten powers. This was the place where gods venture to die, to sleep- eternally forgotten. Was he to share the dreamless slumber of the dead and abandoned?
No! The world shall end before it comes to pass. He reached into his very being, into the core of his divinity, and summoned the power that was his by birthright. He called upon the power that was, is and will be. He roused the might of faith of his followers, those living, dead and unborn yet, and struck at the darkness before him.
The skies broke in half and a hail of thunder fell upon terrified earth. The lightning stormed upon the temple grounds, scorching the stones with divine fire. The white inferno of light raged upon the darkness-infested ground, slashing through oppressive gloom, burning the foul creature. Its severed tendrils writhed impotently, its cloak of eternal darkness-rent into shreds, the bottomless pits of its eyes- filled to the brim with endless illumination.
The darkness was gone, the creature-defeated. The Thunderer was standing alone among the newly-hallowed stones of his temple. His victory was unwitnessed, but he will not allow it to remain so.
‘This place’ he called to the skies. ’Marks the site of my now and future victory. Hear me the creatures of the night. Hear me and tremble, for I have returned!’
Code Written by Noctiferous(#175953)
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