Edoras
(#530232)
Level 1 Pearlcatcher
Familiar
Crowned Bonepriest
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Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Arcane.
Male Pearlcatcher
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
7.32 m
Wingspan
6.08 m
Weight
489.46 kg
Genetics
White
Iridescent
Iridescent
Storm
Shimmer
Shimmer
Blood
Circuit
Circuit
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Pearlcatcher
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
7
INT
7
VIT
6
MND
7
Biography
Even amongst the Arcane, there are things that one should not do for knowledge.
When your flight has produced deformed, sickening foetal faes as unsuccessful clone attempts, unable to touch even their own flesh without painful lesions tearing through their fragile membranes, the things one should not do are monstrous indeed.
Edoras worked for his magics, sick of the mostly research based way his flight members assembled knowledge. He thirsted to feel the power coursing through him, to wield the weaponry he knew he could harness.
With each use of the dark magic, with each forbidden spell and grotesque incantation, his power grew. It was this that made him catch the draw - when the wind blew strongly, he could feel a sharp pull, a compatibility towards something in the distance he couldn't explain.
The day he carved through the outer layer of his glimmering skin to reveal the terrible sigils that his power had sealed into his flesh, the blood of those sacrificed for the course coursing through them, he was banished.
He followed the pull.
Deeper into the shadowlands, until he was only lit by the glow from his own bright eyes.
Deeper, until he forgot the face of the sun.
Deeper still, until he forgot the face of the moon.
And there he found her, his beautiful Fangorn, as dark as the world around her save for the softly pulsating gems, so very familiar to his own markings, in cause more than design.
He was taken into the clan that were just too close, and he understood.
Nobody stayed with this clan unless they agreed with their message. Unless they knew.
By the Arcanist, he had always loved to know.
Edoras settled into a role of educator, free to pursue his own experiments, helped whenever necessary, teaching the twisted version of the arcane that had become his. When his first nest hatched, he gave them to the Shadowbinder, hungry to see what took place.
He stayed through the nights of the clan entwined tightly, heartbeats perfectly matched despite their differing sizes.
He knows. They are one.
They know.
They are one.
They prevail.
They are one.
When your flight has produced deformed, sickening foetal faes as unsuccessful clone attempts, unable to touch even their own flesh without painful lesions tearing through their fragile membranes, the things one should not do are monstrous indeed.
Edoras worked for his magics, sick of the mostly research based way his flight members assembled knowledge. He thirsted to feel the power coursing through him, to wield the weaponry he knew he could harness.
With each use of the dark magic, with each forbidden spell and grotesque incantation, his power grew. It was this that made him catch the draw - when the wind blew strongly, he could feel a sharp pull, a compatibility towards something in the distance he couldn't explain.
The day he carved through the outer layer of his glimmering skin to reveal the terrible sigils that his power had sealed into his flesh, the blood of those sacrificed for the course coursing through them, he was banished.
He followed the pull.
Deeper into the shadowlands, until he was only lit by the glow from his own bright eyes.
Deeper, until he forgot the face of the sun.
Deeper still, until he forgot the face of the moon.
And there he found her, his beautiful Fangorn, as dark as the world around her save for the softly pulsating gems, so very familiar to his own markings, in cause more than design.
He was taken into the clan that were just too close, and he understood.
Nobody stayed with this clan unless they agreed with their message. Unless they knew.
By the Arcanist, he had always loved to know.
Edoras settled into a role of educator, free to pursue his own experiments, helped whenever necessary, teaching the twisted version of the arcane that had become his. When his first nest hatched, he gave them to the Shadowbinder, hungry to see what took place.
He stayed through the nights of the clan entwined tightly, heartbeats perfectly matched despite their differing sizes.
He knows. They are one.
They know.
They are one.
They prevail.
They are one.
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Exalting Edoras to the service of the Shadowbinder will remove them from your lair forever. They will leave behind a small sum of riches that they have accumulated. This action is irreversible.
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