Morningstar
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Following the Morningstar will lead you to riches...or ruin.
Familiar
Lux Spectre
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Nature.
Male Imperial
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
28.7 m
Wingspan
16.23 m
Weight
6137.89 kg
Genetics
Obsidian
Metallic
Metallic
Obsidian
Alloy
Alloy
Gold
Runes
Runes
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Imperial
EXP: 189 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
A traveling dragon who has taken refuge in your lair for the night beckons a group of young hatchlings closer. "Come, young ones. Would you like to hear a story I've picked up from my travels? A story about greed, corruption, battles between the forces of Good and Evil." The hatchlings seem fascinated by this dark stranger and settle in to hear what he has to say. "Good, good. Settle in, for this will be a long one." And so, he begins to weave his tale.....
Long ago, the Gods gave up warring with one another in favor of a truce between them, in order to avoid further destruction of their home. This, we all know as truth. But, the Gods did not retreat to their own corners of the world without a means to protect themselves should one of their brothers or sisters decide to break this tentative peace.
They formed The Righteous, units of dragons that served their deity in a variety of ways. These chosen were modified by the Gods' magic in order to turn them into the perfect soldiers, spies, and right hands to their deity.
Each of the Righteous has a white body devoid of markings, a sign of their purity. Their wings bear markings of their angelic nature to distinguish them from their regular comrades. And each of the Righteous is tattooed with a magic ink that etches runes onto their skin, an ever-shifting and changing record of all that they have accomplished in the name of their God or Goddess.
Each unit was given a name and wing color in order to organize them effectively. Cherubim were graced with wings of soft antique and cream, and serve as guards at their deities side. Seraphim have wings of elegant silvers and platinum and serve as caretakers for their deity. And then there are the Archangels. Golden-winged, they are the warriors that lead their God's armies should the need arise.
But as the truce lasted century upon century with no signs of war on the horizon, there were some among the Righteous that fell into restlessness. The most vocal among them was one named Morningstar. An exceptionally beautiful dragon even among the angelic Righteous, he was a very gifted individual. Charismatic and silver-tongued, he slowly sowed discontent among his brethren. For he had seen the power the Gods possessed, and he grew greedy, wanting it for himself. And so he preached of a world he thought his brethren would enjoy, a world where they could be free to do as they pleased, instead of wasting away in a gilded cage, working for beings who didn't truly need them.
And the more of his brethren he had looking toward him for guidance, the more his power grew.
But as such things go, his rebellion had reached the ears of the deities, who did not appreciate this bid for power. They were already sharing the world between eleven of them, there was no room and no tolerance for an upstart twelfth.
In a rare moment of cooperation, the deities met to decide the punishment for the traitor. Death? No, there were too many who now looked to Morningstar. His death by their hands would only fuel the fire of the rebellion. Imprisonment? No, there could always be a hidden traitor hiding amongst the loyal with the intention of setting Morningstar free. Back and forth ideas were brought forth, but only one seemed to be the best option.
Banishment. A life forever roaming, unaligned and unprotected by a deities blessing, and denied entrance to the heavens that laid beyond at the end of life.
And so Morningstar was brought before the Gods.T hey laid his crimes out for all to see, and delivered their judgment. They thought Morningstar would beg for forgiveness, at least. But all the while, he remained silent, no emotion showing on his face.
Inside, however, his heart beat with excitement. This was not the worst punishment they could have given him. In fact, his mind was already busy making plans, and this would work in his favor. Morningstar accepted his banishment easily. And the Gods stripped him of everything that had once told all who viewed him that he was a chosen one of the Gods. His once pristine body and graceful wings were turned black as obsidian, and the markings replaced with an unholy sheen. To further ostracize him, they replaced his beautiful feathered visage with that of a towering, leather-winged behemoth. Once they were done, the only thing that remained of the former Righteous was his golden runes. But, instead of showing his many glorious deeds as they once had, they now displayed his disgrace.
But still, Morningstar did not weep or beg for forgiveness. Even this he saw as an advantage. For dark and large as they had turned him, he still had an alluring beauty. And he knew too well how tempting the forbidden could be.
With their judgment complete, they cast Morningstar out into the world. But he did not go alone. As other Righteous rose to follow him, the Gods looked on with unhappy eyes but allowed them to leave. As they chose to fall, they, too, were changed from what they once were, though not quite so drastically.
These first deserters would come to be known as the First Fallen. Their bodies, once pristine white, would take on the subtle change of The Fade. An indicator that would forever mark them as bound for Limbo, the gray nothingness that laid beyond death for the unfaithful. Their wings retained their markings, as a reminder of what they had once been, and turned their backs on, and dyed in shades of black.
Others would fall later, and they became the Disgraced Fallen, similar in appearance to the First, but wings stained in reds. After Morningstar's rebellion, the Gods were quick to cast out these individuals that did not show absolute obedience and loyalty.
It was then, as the legions of Morningstar's following grew, he had a thought. If he planned to amass more power, would the remaining Righteous try to stop him? If so, why not give them a seemingly bigger threat to deal with as a distraction?
And so he introduced the Demonkin to the world.
His silver tongue whispered dark promises to the unwary, seducing them with ideas of power. Those willing to renounce their God or Goddess to join Morningstar were transformed by the dark magic he had acquired from his believers, and soon he had an army.
They all displayed the markings of The Fade, just as the Fallen did. They bore ragged leathery wings, unlike the feathered elegance of the Righteous or Fallen. And Morningstar had his new legion tattooed with the same magic ink and runes to display their battle history. This served as a clear sign to the Gods and the remaining Righteous of who these new dragons served.
Morningstar organized his new forces into ranks.
The Archdemons; hulking bloodthirsty demon generals who were born for carnage and destruction. They lead the others into battle and were a force to be reckoned with.
Imps; far smaller, but highly intelligent and mischievous little pranksters, they were good at infiltrating lairs to spy for potential new recruits and cause general chaos.
Nightmares; large dragons, but not so much demons bred for battle. This breed was highly specialized to be able to invade the sleeping consciousness of other dragons, turning their dreams to nightmares until they were driven to madness. For even the strongest willed dragon can be forced to submit if they are mad.
Incubi and Succubi; dark beauties with bright splashes of color, they are enchanting. They use their whiles to seduce the unwary to their side, or for information to help strengthen Morningstar's legion. Though one of the smaller breeds, they are no less cunning and deadly than the rest of the Demonkin.
Harbingers; despite their large frames, these demons are surprisingly fast and agile. If all other methods fail, these demons act as assassins for Morningstar and get rid of any dragon who poses too much of a threat to his plans. As such, they are regarded as omens of death, and it is said that if one was to see a Harbinger, it will be the last thing they see.
And with this new army at his disposal, Morningstar sent them out to wage war against the Righteous and the Gods who had banished him. He sent them to infiltrate lairs all across Sornieth disguised as travelers, merchants, the lost looking for a home. And so his influence continued to grow...
The dragon stops speaking and regards his attentive audience. One listener breaks the tense silence. "Then what?" the little one asks. "How does the story end?"
"Oh." chuckles the stranger. "It doesn't. Morningstar is still out there, gathering followers and power. His army is still out there fighting the Righteous while he does so." The stranger pauses and grins. "Who knows, Morningstar might even be hiding here looking to recruit a few impressionable young minds even now," he says with a conspiratorial wink.
Long ago, the Gods gave up warring with one another in favor of a truce between them, in order to avoid further destruction of their home. This, we all know as truth. But, the Gods did not retreat to their own corners of the world without a means to protect themselves should one of their brothers or sisters decide to break this tentative peace.
They formed The Righteous, units of dragons that served their deity in a variety of ways. These chosen were modified by the Gods' magic in order to turn them into the perfect soldiers, spies, and right hands to their deity.
Each of the Righteous has a white body devoid of markings, a sign of their purity. Their wings bear markings of their angelic nature to distinguish them from their regular comrades. And each of the Righteous is tattooed with a magic ink that etches runes onto their skin, an ever-shifting and changing record of all that they have accomplished in the name of their God or Goddess.
Each unit was given a name and wing color in order to organize them effectively. Cherubim were graced with wings of soft antique and cream, and serve as guards at their deities side. Seraphim have wings of elegant silvers and platinum and serve as caretakers for their deity. And then there are the Archangels. Golden-winged, they are the warriors that lead their God's armies should the need arise.
But as the truce lasted century upon century with no signs of war on the horizon, there were some among the Righteous that fell into restlessness. The most vocal among them was one named Morningstar. An exceptionally beautiful dragon even among the angelic Righteous, he was a very gifted individual. Charismatic and silver-tongued, he slowly sowed discontent among his brethren. For he had seen the power the Gods possessed, and he grew greedy, wanting it for himself. And so he preached of a world he thought his brethren would enjoy, a world where they could be free to do as they pleased, instead of wasting away in a gilded cage, working for beings who didn't truly need them.
And the more of his brethren he had looking toward him for guidance, the more his power grew.
But as such things go, his rebellion had reached the ears of the deities, who did not appreciate this bid for power. They were already sharing the world between eleven of them, there was no room and no tolerance for an upstart twelfth.
In a rare moment of cooperation, the deities met to decide the punishment for the traitor. Death? No, there were too many who now looked to Morningstar. His death by their hands would only fuel the fire of the rebellion. Imprisonment? No, there could always be a hidden traitor hiding amongst the loyal with the intention of setting Morningstar free. Back and forth ideas were brought forth, but only one seemed to be the best option.
Banishment. A life forever roaming, unaligned and unprotected by a deities blessing, and denied entrance to the heavens that laid beyond at the end of life.
And so Morningstar was brought before the Gods.T hey laid his crimes out for all to see, and delivered their judgment. They thought Morningstar would beg for forgiveness, at least. But all the while, he remained silent, no emotion showing on his face.
Inside, however, his heart beat with excitement. This was not the worst punishment they could have given him. In fact, his mind was already busy making plans, and this would work in his favor. Morningstar accepted his banishment easily. And the Gods stripped him of everything that had once told all who viewed him that he was a chosen one of the Gods. His once pristine body and graceful wings were turned black as obsidian, and the markings replaced with an unholy sheen. To further ostracize him, they replaced his beautiful feathered visage with that of a towering, leather-winged behemoth. Once they were done, the only thing that remained of the former Righteous was his golden runes. But, instead of showing his many glorious deeds as they once had, they now displayed his disgrace.
But still, Morningstar did not weep or beg for forgiveness. Even this he saw as an advantage. For dark and large as they had turned him, he still had an alluring beauty. And he knew too well how tempting the forbidden could be.
With their judgment complete, they cast Morningstar out into the world. But he did not go alone. As other Righteous rose to follow him, the Gods looked on with unhappy eyes but allowed them to leave. As they chose to fall, they, too, were changed from what they once were, though not quite so drastically.
These first deserters would come to be known as the First Fallen. Their bodies, once pristine white, would take on the subtle change of The Fade. An indicator that would forever mark them as bound for Limbo, the gray nothingness that laid beyond death for the unfaithful. Their wings retained their markings, as a reminder of what they had once been, and turned their backs on, and dyed in shades of black.
Others would fall later, and they became the Disgraced Fallen, similar in appearance to the First, but wings stained in reds. After Morningstar's rebellion, the Gods were quick to cast out these individuals that did not show absolute obedience and loyalty.
It was then, as the legions of Morningstar's following grew, he had a thought. If he planned to amass more power, would the remaining Righteous try to stop him? If so, why not give them a seemingly bigger threat to deal with as a distraction?
And so he introduced the Demonkin to the world.
His silver tongue whispered dark promises to the unwary, seducing them with ideas of power. Those willing to renounce their God or Goddess to join Morningstar were transformed by the dark magic he had acquired from his believers, and soon he had an army.
They all displayed the markings of The Fade, just as the Fallen did. They bore ragged leathery wings, unlike the feathered elegance of the Righteous or Fallen. And Morningstar had his new legion tattooed with the same magic ink and runes to display their battle history. This served as a clear sign to the Gods and the remaining Righteous of who these new dragons served.
Morningstar organized his new forces into ranks.
The Archdemons; hulking bloodthirsty demon generals who were born for carnage and destruction. They lead the others into battle and were a force to be reckoned with.
Imps; far smaller, but highly intelligent and mischievous little pranksters, they were good at infiltrating lairs to spy for potential new recruits and cause general chaos.
Nightmares; large dragons, but not so much demons bred for battle. This breed was highly specialized to be able to invade the sleeping consciousness of other dragons, turning their dreams to nightmares until they were driven to madness. For even the strongest willed dragon can be forced to submit if they are mad.
Incubi and Succubi; dark beauties with bright splashes of color, they are enchanting. They use their whiles to seduce the unwary to their side, or for information to help strengthen Morningstar's legion. Though one of the smaller breeds, they are no less cunning and deadly than the rest of the Demonkin.
Harbingers; despite their large frames, these demons are surprisingly fast and agile. If all other methods fail, these demons act as assassins for Morningstar and get rid of any dragon who poses too much of a threat to his plans. As such, they are regarded as omens of death, and it is said that if one was to see a Harbinger, it will be the last thing they see.
And with this new army at his disposal, Morningstar sent them out to wage war against the Righteous and the Gods who had banished him. He sent them to infiltrate lairs all across Sornieth disguised as travelers, merchants, the lost looking for a home. And so his influence continued to grow...
The dragon stops speaking and regards his attentive audience. One listener breaks the tense silence. "Then what?" the little one asks. "How does the story end?"
"Oh." chuckles the stranger. "It doesn't. Morningstar is still out there, gathering followers and power. His army is still out there fighting the Righteous while he does so." The stranger pauses and grins. "Who knows, Morningstar might even be hiding here looking to recruit a few impressionable young minds even now," he says with a conspiratorial wink.
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