Lisse
(#53757675)
Level 1 Gaoler
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Ice.
Female Gaoler
This dragon is an ancient breed.
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
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Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
10.81 m
Wingspan
7.97 m
Weight
6630.27 kg
Genetics
Aqua
Basic
Basic
Rose
Basic
Basic
Banana
Basic
Basic
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Gaoler
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
5
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
6
INT
8
VIT
5
MND
8
Biography
Before the arrival of the great effluvial crow clans to the untamed wastes of the Blacksands, the harsh, unforgiving landscape and the deep crevices of bones were ruled over by the servants of the Flamecaller, great spiritual beasts that dripped with lava and poisonous smoke from which the clans of Eodum would draw their names and birthrights. It was said that when the greatest despair swept across the land, eradicating the most fearsome of crows and the smallest nematodes alike, the Flamecaller rose a fiery command for all those who called the Blacksands home to raise their arms in defense. Beneath the banner of a simple peasant blacksmith that would become their khagan-ur, the wearied and divided clans of the Blacksands readied themselves for the Final War to spill their blood across the Blacksands until it turned molten to burn the volcanic wastes with the defiance of their destruction.
The night before the final battle, when the clans of the Blacksands were readying for an unwinnable war, the spiritual beasts of the Blacksands not yet destroyed by the madness of the great unending death stalked among the molten pools of toxic smoke where the clans were hiding from the encroaching darkness. They watched the clans pour their effluvial venom into the crystalline vials that would be consumed upon the start of the battle to grant the clarity and courage of frenzied death in the face of Erradication. And so, the great spiritual beasts conspired amongst themselves. Knowing that even the Flamecaller could not defeat the unending madness without the strength of her armies, they descended into the vials of the warriors in the battle who most evoked the strength of their conviction.
These spiritual beasts were drank deep by the weak and strong alike of the clans of Eodum, bestowing the great responsibility of leadership to the first khaganate beneath the hazy night sky bathed in blood, the bellowing forgesmoke hanging at the peaks of the distant mountains barely shrouding the bright gaze of the blood moon. The mighty horned lion spirit of the mountains descended into the crystalline vial of the lowliest scribe in all of the nascent Haetae clan and aged and shaking hands of the mountain sage of the Bagwi Clan swarmed with venomous winged spirits that blackened the whole night sky. And in this way the great spiritual beasts of the land descended into the next generation of rulers, still young and untested with the fiery aching of loss still burning deep within their hearts. So it was from the greatest of clans to the most insignificant, with even the scuttling of desert beetles finding their home deep within the mirrored hearts of the weakest of the clans.
The land cracked beneath the great battle of the blood moon khaganate, with the elderly sage hefting up his stave with the cloak of dark wings around him standing beside a young, wide-eyed child with the spread of an antlered crown crackling the nascent beginnings of magic within her hands. Each in their own turn, the khaganate led forward the charge into the maddening maws of unending darkness. The earth breaking beneath the violence and terror that massacred their armies, even the divine strength of the great spiritual beasts weren't enough to keep them alive, as the skies filled with the falling dead and the mournful cries of the wastelands screamed to the Flamecaller for mercy.
Until at last, with the last dying breath of the Bulsajo warlord, such a simple effluvial risen to power with the strength of nothing except their claws and blade, the great firebird errupted from deep within the earth and with molten wings dripping fire across the bloodied land, lit the broken warlord's form aflame in the fires of rebirth and claimed the seemingly worthless clan as its own. The reborn khagan-ur raised high their claws and called forth from the sky a celestial blade whose hamon bled with the molten weeping of the Plaguemother and the Flamecaller whose children had sacrificed themselves to wipe the terrifying forces of darkness from their land.
At the harsh, echoing screams of the Flamecaller's vengeance far above the battlefield, where the armies of Eodum and the fiercest of her warriors spilled their blood across the ancient wastelands of bone and ash, the blood spilling from the hamon and the broken bodies of the fallen dead heaved themselves upwards once more, great hulking shapes with the crest of a single horn jutting from their features, with claws that shredded even diamond and a great flurry of tails that snapped like whips against rock, as many to each shape as there were the great spires of the unending darkness.
The more dead that were swept into the dark abyss of the unending darkness, the more pyres of rebirth cracked apart broken shapes with reforged bones. The mighty souls of the deceased were unwilling to stop fighting in the defense of the desolate wasteland that was their home, even long after the unending darkness had once more been broken into slumber.
And so it was that the great spiritual beasts became entangled with the clans of Eodum, passing along their sacred charge of keeping the lands strong and forever drenched in the fires of rebirth through slaughter. And so it was that the Zheng reawakened from the pyres of death, retreating into the mountains to serve the Flamecaller except to surge like molten rain upon the follies of the lesser darkness of the new age.
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