Boreas
(#52826027)
Book keeper "I'm finally home mom! ... Mom..?"
Traveler
Sparkle Nymph
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Ice.
Male Coatl
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Measurements
Length
8.35 m
Wingspan
10.79 m
Weight
1016.47 kg
Genetics
Sable
Tapir
Tapir
Sable
Striation
Striation
Bronze
Ringlets
Ringlets
Hatchday
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Eye Type
Level 1 Coatl
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
7
DEF
6
QCK
7
INT
7
VIT
5
MND
6
Biography
This Dragon hails from the kingdom of Dagrun (Dadza #346432), He's traveling with the autumn winds to expand his knowledge! he will be returning home on Dec 21. Boreas's wings have a mirror-like glow to them surrounded by intricate tattooing. Please do not exalt, breed, sell, re-gene, or change his breed. It would also be greatly appreciated if you kept his skin with him(Solarium #30575). Thank you!!
Name Origin: (Bo-re-is) | N/A | Ambassodor to the light and plague flights
Name Origin: (Bo-re-is) | N/A | Ambassodor to the light and plague flights
 Boreas Librarian/Ambassodor |
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"I want to see everything the world has to offer the other dragons the other lands and customs, all of it!" ╰━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━╯ from a young age living with his mother in her tavern, Boreas found fascination in the study of the life around him as well as the other flights. the rulers and deities of the flights were also fascinating, his favorite to study being the light and plague. he commonly would swap news and information of his homelands with (Feel free to add to) and (Feel free to add to) when they'd cross paths, growing the knowledge of each other's lands and friendships. With his mother being a tavern owner he grew up knowing how to run a business and wants to start one of his own. Boreas's fascination with other flights also led to a fascination with their literature, with himself wanting to be the one to gather that knowledge in one place. He’s still saving money working in his mother’s tavern. Collections of pillar time texts are stored in the basement of the tavern for safety. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Vestibulum lobortis orci eget nunc sollicitudin, vitae scelerisque urna elementum. In tincidunt dapibus ultricies. Nam scelerisque dui nec sapien pellentesque, nec venenatis erat tincidunt. Interdum et malesuada fames ac ante ipsum primis in faucibus. Nunc vestibulum leo libero, sit amet rhoncus ipsum suscipit quis. Vivamus sit amet enim eros. Donec ullamcorper ornare vestibulum. Maecenas laoreet maximus massa eu ultrices. Vestibulum euismod nibh mi, vitae blandit tortor convallis non. Maecenas ac accumsan nunc. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Vestibulum lobortis orci eget nunc sollicitudin, vitae scelerisque urna elementum. In tincidunt dapibus ultricies. Nam scelerisque dui nec sapien pellentesque, nec venenatis erat tincidunt. Interdum et malesuada fames ac ante ipsum primis in faucibus. Nunc vestibulum leo libero, sit amet rhoncus ipsum suscipit quis. Vivamus sit amet enim eros. Donec ullamcorper ornare vestibulum. Maecenas laoreet maximus massa eu ultrices. Vestibulum euismod nibh mi, vitae blandit tortor convallis non. Maecenas ac accumsan nunc. |
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Mercuryshep wrote on 2020-27-09:
As Boreas's thirst for knowledge grew stronger, alongside it grew his restless spirit. As descriptive and lovely his books and notes were, he knew that nothing could compare to experiencing new cultures for himself. So he first flew north, to the Starfall Isles, as far north as he could fly, until he finally decided to rest on the Arcanist's northern shore.
Carved into a crystalspine sat a shimmering castle tower that seemed to flicker and flow in the reflection of the ocean waves below. Surrounding this castle rested a small kingdom that stretched up the mountain from the pink sands of the shore. Upon entry, he recognized from his books that the name of this place was spoken in the Old Tongue; Z'Arduani was the name, meaning "new magic" in common Draconic. The kingdom was small and congenial, where all the locals knew one another and travelers were welcomed with open arms. Boreas took note of the inviting atmosphere of this place, later discovering it to be a result of the kingdom being a fairly well-known trade hub and travel port. It was not unusual for newcomers to arrive and rest here, especially surrounding holidays. The holiday he stumbled upon when he arrived, however, was for the dragons who called Z'Arduani their home -- a jovial, intimate feast where dragons of all ranks and creeds joined together at the dining table to share stories and wares. This was the celebration of the autumn equinox. "Erm, excuse me, miss, I was wondering if you could point me in the direction of the library?" Boreas asked, tentatively prodding a passerby with his claw. The dragoness turned, a large and beautifully-adorned Wildclaw with garments signifying allegiance to Light in stark contrast to her deep purple eyes, and smiled warmly at him. "Ah, yes. The library is just on the other size of the plaza, there, that smaller stone building near the academy. But the place may be closed until tomorrow, with potluck and all. You might want to go get yourself settled at the inn for now." At the mention of potluck, Boreas noticed that she was indeed carrying a small woven basket in her foretalons. He nodded, partly in thanks and partly to dismiss her, before making his way to the inn. Unfortunately, however, just as the library's doors were sealed on this day, so too was the inn's main lobby closed for the equinox feast. Crestfallen, Boreas wandered the streets and pathways of the kingdom for a while until he came across a massive, pillared construct with a sign that read, "Temple of The Eleven". He found it strange that a temple existed to honor all eleven deities in a place where Arcane magic was prominent, but his disbelief was quickly washed away by amazement as he set foot inside. "Welcome," echoed a voice from within. In the center of the circular room he stood, jaws agape as he took in the eleven altars set in front of eleven intricately-carved statues of the respective deities. A twelfth altar sat at the highest point of the circle opposite the entrance, with no deity statue behind it. From a side entrance, the owner of the disembodied voice revealed herself, a yellow Pearlcatcher with flowing golden robes and striking blue wings. From a distance Boreas did not notice her Plague-red eyes, but as she approached he felt his heart quicken. "I'm Boreas," he blurted out, unable to think of anything else to say. The dragoness, whose scales bore no marks to indicate her age, nodded politely in response. "Welcome, Boreas. I am Nura Vesselier. I am the archivist of this temple." She smiled, then gestured grandly with open forearms. "You may choose any deity to worship here. We do not discriminate nor question, however cult behavior and curse magics are strictly forbidden. If you have any inquiries, please feel free to ask." "I do have a question, actually." Nura awaited his question in polite silence. "Would it be alright if I spent the night here? It seems the inn has been closed for the evening." "Oh, of course, you certainly may. I shall prepare a bedroll for you. Come, you may stay in the archives with me for the night. I have a fire burning there. I hate this biting cold." Boreas could barely contain his excitement as the dragoness led him into the religious archives below the temple, but as soon as the bedroll was ready for him his exhaustion betrayed his eagerness to delve into a book and read all night. Within moments he drifted to sleep. In the coming days he spoke to Nura much more often and began exploring the daily workings of the kingdom, from the magic academy and the library to the farms and even the castle during public forums. He elected to stay within the temple for the duration of his stay despite the inn now being open for business; he spent hours upon hours every evening poring over the giant tomes and ancient texts that resided there. But most intriguing of all in this quaint little town, even with all its surprising wonders, was Nura herself. In the coming months he grew to know her fairly well and learned much about her life. She was much older than he had imagined her to be, with a young daughter who looked nearly the same age as she did. It was as if she was a living embodiment of all his most wonderful dreams - A dragoness, born of the Plaguebringer, who was exalted to the Lightweaver many years ago. At the time she had been a daughter of the Wasteland in its purest form, a red-eyed Mirror with a knack for survival, but over her many years in the Sunbeam Ruins she was transformed into a child of Light. These days she worshiped solely the Lightweaver, but did not look foully upon her Plague Mother. Instead she embraced the diversity of the Eleven and envisioned a Sornieth where one day dragons could explore and worship freely, where the color of their eyes spoke nothing of their religious alignment. Boreas breathed in every word she spoke, finding her to be a role model rivaling even that of his own mother. He brought offerings to the Lightweaver and the Plaguebringer and read extensively of their teachings in the archives. He even discussed them over dinner with Nura on occasion. By the time he felt he was ready to move on, Boreas felt that he had become a part of this kingdom's ever-growing family. Nearly a month later, he decided to move forward in his journey. He would remember to write Nura a letter any time he needed a touch of her wisdom in his life going forward. Lassavus wrote on 2020-03-12:
Boreas had departed from Z'Arduani and flown across the Scarred Wasteland in just under a week, only stopping occasionally to feast on the provisions the kingdom was generous enough to provide him for his trip. His wings ached terribly from the strain, but he had finally crossed the seemingly endless miles to his destination: the Reedcleft Ascent. Though he had never visited Zephyr Temple, he knew well enough of it after a pair of its members flew to Ice Crasher Coast some years ago. He’d always hoped to visit the Windswept Plateau one day, so now was as good of a time as any. Thankfully, their leader Cea had been willing to harbor him and sent a very gracious, welcoming reply to his letter; and as promised, awaited his arrival at the border to escort him.
“Some time ago, a young Nocturne left our clan to live with her uncle here. I’m afraid I don’t know his name, but her name was Hikari! And she was escorted by an Imperial scout named Sencha. Are they still members of this clan?” the Coatl asked, gazing up at the temple’s fluttering banners as they drew closer. Slowing her pace ever so slightly, a faint rumble resonated from the Guardian’s throat as they hummed in thought. “Mhm...Hikari departed for the Tidelord’s domain quite some time ago. She did write us a letter once- but I’m afraid we have since lost contact with her.” “Oh...I see.” “However, Sencha’s still a member of our clan,” Cea added, teeth baring slightly as she grinned. “Unfortunately though, he’s away traveling at this time as well. Coincidentally, I believe his last letter stated he was headed for a port town in the Southern Icefield! To think, you’ve just barely missed one another!” Though disappointing to hear, Boreas couldn’t help but chuckle at the situation as well. “That’ll just be another reason to come back!” Chatting amiably as they retreated inside, Cea showed their guest the clan’s grounds and led him to his room. Though his home’s climate was much cooler, he was still offered some robes to keep the chill of the wind away. After taking a brief reprieve and accepting a hearty offering of various seared fish to sate his hunger, the tour had continued; which had led them to their present stop. “...and lastly, this is our library. You mentioned you’ve been interested in learning about mixed flight culture since you met with Nura, yes?” the Guardian questioned, approaching the broad oak doors of the entrance. Peering up at the moss-covered structure as he followed, he smiled. “I’m very interested!” “Our archivist is Pelagia. She’s Asuka’s mother and cultural studies is her expertise! She actually migrated here long ago for the sake of studying the history of mixed elemental here.” Shoving the doors open easily, the familiar scent of ink and paper greeted him as he spied a vividly colored Nocturne carefully rearranging books on a shelf. Swiveling their head at the sound, their luminous eyes scanned Boreas curiously. “Pelagia,” Cea began, stepping forward. “This is Boreas! He’s a friend of Sencha’s and our guest for the time being. He’s passing by from the Isles and it seems he’s curious about mixed element culture.” Hurriedly setting the books aside, the Nocturne glided over to the pair, eagerly taking Boreas’ claws into her own. “Oh! Well, it’s quite good to meet you Boreas!” Seeing the introductions were done, the matriarch quietly excused herself; confident that he was in good company. Conversation between the two flowed easily, and before Boreas had even noticed, the moon hung high overhead and numerous lanterns had been lit along the premises. Apparently being the first Ice dragon to visit the clan in quite some time, Pelagia had just as many questions for him as he had for her. Now elaborating upon his own clan’s history, Boreas found himself yawning mid-sentence- quickly raising his claw to his mouth as he muttered a sheepish apology. “I-I’m sorry...I think I’m just a bit tired.” “No! I should be apologizing,” the aged dragoness began, shaking her head. “You’ve made quite a journey and it was rude of me to keep you so long.” Helping Boreas rise from the seat he’d nestled into with a surprisingly strong grip, she gently led him to the entrance. “Let me take you back to your room for the evening.” Before long, they were at the temple’s main entrance, where two guards nodded in greeting at the approaching pair. Bidding the traveler goodnight, Pelagia began to shuffle away- only to abruptly turn about and call for Boreas to halt as she glided towards him. “Boreas, I know you won’t be at our temple for long and I’m sure there’s much you wish to see during your visit...but if you don’t mind, might you be willing to accompany me somewhere?” Tilting his head curiously at the dragon’s question, his sleepy gaze faltered. “...sure, but where to?” “I’d like to keep it a surprise, I think. It’s a relatively short flight, but we’d need to leave before sunrise, so I’d like for you to rest and recover for at least a few days.” It took little pondering before Boreas agreed, giving the archivist a sleepy smile before they parted ways for the light time that.
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Pelagia returned three days later.Summoned by her own element’s talents, a small orb of light illuminated the edges of the thickets and various cliff sides they bypassed. So early into the morning, an unimaginable hush had fallen over the land that’d been alive with birdsong the afternoon he arrived. Accompanied by the starlight sky above and the cool, crisp air that weaved through his fur, he held the faintest longing for his homeland. Though still in the Reedcleft Ascent, the increasing sparseness in bamboo signified they were steadily approaching the territory's edge and offered a clear view of the distant sea, a void if not for the waves caught by the moonlight. Boreas wasn’t entirely sure of where they were headed. When Pelagia came to retrieve him, the Nocturne vaguely described their destination as ‘just over the boundary’. Eventually, as the forest gave way to waves, the dragoness began to descend, seemingly headed right for the waters before making a sharp turning and seemingly vanishing right into the base of a cliff on their right. Following the beacon, Boreas found himself in a cave. The humid air was thick and reeked of damp soil and musk. It wasn’t the most pleasant scent, but it wasn’t revolting, despite his expectations. Having summoned a few more orbs to chase away the inky void that swallowed them, Boreas found himself wide-eyed at the sight that lay before him. Buckets of varying sizes were strewn about the cavern, the contents of some peeking over the edge. Numerous brushes- some wide and others quite thin were gathered carefully spaced apart- while a broom and dustpan leaned against a wall alone. Where there weren’t buckets, sullied tarps lay flat, blanketed by thick slabs of stone that bore artistic- and what looked to be linguistic etchings. “Is this...an excavation site?” The Coatl breathed, crest fanning wide as the realization struck him. “You are correct!” Pelagia exclaimed, bounding a few paces ahead of him. “My assistants and I have picked apart as much as we could for this area, and there's plenty to see,” she continued, swiveling her head back to spare a glance at Boreas. “But what I truly brought you to see is this way!” Crossing the end of the room, Pelagia approached a series of tunnels and headed straight into the center- and Boreas hurriedly followed. Alone in the new cavern lay the bulky, unmistakable remains of a Guardian. Its large, tapered skull solemnly rested between the delicate bones that had once been fearsome feet and claws. Flanking the sides were its dense humerus and radiale, meticulously laid- and quite miraculously, still coated in thin, though deteriorating patches of webbing. Adorning the skeleton were a variety of beads and and rope, along with a fur cloak that was both foreign and familiar. In stunned silence, the Coatl’s eyes quickly shifted to Pelagia, who bore the widest of grins. “May I...get a closer look?” “Of course! This is why I brought you here!” She chirped, fanning a wing outward as she stepped aside for the larger dragon. Wordlessly drawing closer to the two void sockets that greeted him, the tawny Coatl exhaled a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. Up close, he could clearly see the thin, but heavily flaking blanched sheet of skin and scales barely clung to some portions- while being entirely absent in others. Strands of what looked to be painted bone and glass beads joined together into an intricate multi strand necklace, partially obscured by the long pelt of thick white fur draped over their back. Though dulled and tinted tan after what could have been centuries, Boreas recognized it instantaneously- a Winter Wolf pelt. The hooded portion had been left folded back and what remained of its long tail was carefully laid to follow the path of the drake’s spine. The most eye catching of it all though, were the beaded sash that lay at the base. Pale eyes widening, Boreas studied the ornate article carefully. “I...I think I actually recognize some of the motifs on this from folk art back home!” the Coatl breathed, crest fanning in response to his fervor. Fluttering back a bit from the skeleton, Boreas turned about sharply. “Who lived here?” “I’m not sure honestly,” the dragoness admitted, lightly stretching her wings. “My assistants and I came across this cavern somewhat recently...but our speculation is that the former residents worshiped both the Windsinger and Icewarden. Or blended aspects of their culture. The dragon’s preservation and the clothing- and now as you’ve confirmed, the motifs of the art tell us that much.” Wings twitching with anticipation, Boreas looked down at Pelagia expectantly- voice eager like a hatchling, “Are there more of these?” “Not that I'm aware of, unfortunately.” The archivist sighed, dipping her head apologetically, “But some of the tunnels lead to smaller rooms that I doubt a Guardian could easily navigate through. They also have smaller tablets than the ones you saw in the entrance- and the etchings seem too fine for such claws.” She explained, motioning to the large foot beside them. Turning his attention back to the behemoth, Boreas’ tongue flicked out. “So...if it’s possible there were others, why is just this one here?” Weighing the question with a moment of silence, Pelagia hummed thoughtfully before tapping a gloved claw against her cheek. “Given that they were a Guardian, their Charge may have involved this temple itself. Or something that to remain in it,” she mused. “...it could have been a matter of ceremonial duty if they held a notable clan position...or simply been a personal request...” Slowly shuffling closer, she gingerly lifted a strand of the necklace. “There’s many possibilities,” she continued. “I hope we can learn the full story behind this place in the future.” Lowering the beads against the rib cage carefully, she began to turn towards the exit- and Boreas took one last look at the remains of the Guardian as he followed. Still mulling over the discovery, Boreas hadn’t even realized they had reached the entry once again- nor that Pelagia had halted, suddenly feeling his fur brush against the slick, orange scales. “My apologies, I was just thinking...” the drake mumbled, heat rushing to his cheeks as he glanced down at the archivist, who chuckled lightly in response. “Allow me to repeat myself then! Would you take these with you on your journey home, Boreas?” Lowering his gaze to her claws, he found himself presented with a small tablet and a finely chiseled miniature Tundra- its blue quartz casting a faint sparkle under the light. Peering at the artifacts, Boreas hesitantly reached forward. “Are you sure this is alright? Would it not be...disrespectful?” “If you were any other dragon, I’d be against it- but you are a child of the Ice Warden. Though we may not know much of this cave’s history, I doubt the old residents would have minded one of their own keeping a piece of their history!” Carefully pulling a silk cloth from her satchel, she carefully wrapped the items with the utmost care. Transferring them to the younger dragon’s claws, she gently closed them around it. “You’re honoring! Not looting! And I’m sure others at home will want to learn what happened to those who dared to leave home as well.” Letting her words sink in, the Coatl retracted his paw and placed the priceless items carefully into his own satchel with the utmost care. “...thank you, Pelagia.” Nodding in satisfaction, the lithe archivist once again led the way as they exited the cave. It was clear hours had passed since they had entered- the sun now hanging high overhead. Shivering as he spread his wings in the suddenly balmy air, their wingbeats joined the cacophony of seagulls overhead. As they soared back to the temple, the traveler’s eyes drifted to the east. The distant wispy peaks of the Cloudscrape Crags were faintly visible on the horizon, and Boreas’ maw parted into a smile. When he returned home, he’d have a lot to write about- and so very much more to learn and share. 
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