Arryn
(#57900222)
Level 1 Pearlcatcher
Narro
Fanrat
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Plague.
Female Pearlcatcher
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
5.84 m
Wingspan
6.53 m
Weight
417 kg
Genetics
Umber
Leopard
Leopard
Sanguine
Current
Current
Sanguine
Thylacine
Thylacine
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Pearlcatcher
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
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Necroservus
Impatient - Tenacious - Bold
Arryn is gifted in spreading viral infections, and had always dreamed of becoming a Necromancer. At a young age, her family encouraged her to find others who might help her develop her talents. She had a few teachers, but heard of a well-respected Necromancer living alone somewhere in the Abiding Boneyard, an old war hero resigned to a life of solitude. She sought him out, asked to become his student, and he agreed somewhat begrudgingly. She learned a lot from him, but failed to learn enough to pass the last part of her Trial. Though she could not recall the diseases she was able to pass on, and the ordeal of her Trial left her blinded, she began to develop new power no one fully understood.  "You're a fool." Bryrdym's deep, usually reassuring voice was devoid of emotion. It was a tone he used when disappointed or angry. "You attempted too soon." Arryn knew that he was right. She had always dreamed of undergoing the Necromaner's Trials, of spreading the Word and the Contagion of the Plaguebringer. She had sought out a renowned Necromancer, Bryrdym, to teach her their ways so that she might embark on this journey. But when her goal seemed within reach, impatience overcame her. She set out for the Wyrmwound, intent on her self-imposed mission, and not even her mentor could convince her that this might be dangerous. That it might be wise to wait. The Pearlcatcher lifted her head to face Bryrdym, though she could no longer see. She remembered his eyes of deep red, the right one marred by a deep scar that ran from his brow to his jaw, and tried to picture the expression in them. "I completed the Trials. The Plague nearly killed me, but I survived. And I can spread it-" He cut across her words with his own. "You failed in your third task. One who cannot recall disease is not truly its Master." Arryn had heard him say that before, but at the time she had put little stock in it. She had not left her family and her clan to become a Healer, she had set out to spread the Word, the Plague, and the power that ran through her was great. "The disease was too powerful for me to recall, but I can still learn-" "Perhaps, but you will forever bear the title of Necroservus." There was a pause before he spoke again, his voice saddened now. "You will be bound to serve another." Arryn hung her head. Tears stung her sightless, glowing eyes. She knew what the verdict would be the moment she had failed to cure the disease she had inflicted, but somehow it had not truly sunk it until she heard it from him. She would still have a title, a status amongst dragons of Plague, but she had failed in her dream. She would not be Messenger, the Ambassador, the Carrier of Plague that she had always known she would become. Arryn would be forced to follow one who had succeeded, to obey their wishes and their orders. Her mind brought her flashbacks of her trial, of the burning fever, the fluid that had filled her lungs, the pus-filled boils that had erupted from her skin. A small part of her wished she had succumbed, but she had been too stubborn for that. For days she had felt that each breath might be her last, but another followed it. Minute by minute she focused on her goal, and pleaded for the Plaguebringer to see her through and to give her the power to finish the trial, to allow her to be one of Her Messengers. Arryn's prayers had been answered, but not quite in the way she had wanted. She was granted survival, and Power. But her power was not complete, and her survival had cost her. After what seemed like a long silence, Arryn asked, her voice quivering despite her efforts to stop it from doing so, "If I must serve another, might it be you?" Bryrdym answered after a moment's hesitation. "I will be your guide for as long as you wish me to be. So long as the Council allows it." "When will they decide?" "We will meet with a representative of the Council tomorrow. For now, you should sleep." Though she was exhausted, Arryn lay awake that night for quite some time. She was disappointed in herself, but she could not stop thinking about Bryrdym's disappointment in her. She had admired him since she first heard about him as a hatchling, and she had looked up to him as a mentor. She could learn to live with the fact that she had not lived up to her own expectations, in time, but she was not sure if she could live with the fact that she had let him down. What would happen tomorrow? Bryrdym had seemed reluctant for Arryn stay with him. Was he concerned about the Necromantic Council's approval, or did he not want her around anymore? She tried to clear her mind, to push her thoughts and worries away so she could sleep. She listened to the soft snoring of her Fanrat, Narro, who was curled up under her blanket, and sleep took her slowly. Arryn awoke the next day disoriented. She had dreamed, though she could only remember vague images, and she had not quite remembered that she was blind now. Waking to darkness still was an unsettling experience. As her mind came alive fully, she listened for sounds around her. There was a faint pattering of tiny paws nearby that she recognized as Narro, exploring as he always did first thing in the morning. As if by instinct, Arryn tried to listen farther, to see if she could hear anything outside the room. She could hear distant footsteps and faint murmuring of voices, and though she cold not tell how far away they were, she was certain that she would not have not been able to hear them before. As she listened, breathing slowly, concentrating on what she could sense around her, something else happened. She saw shapes. They were blurred, glowing against the blackness in different colors. Some of them moving. Arryn drew back, startled and a little frightened, just before she heard a knock on the door. "Arryn? Are you awake?" It was Bryrdym. All of her thoughts and worries from the night before suddenly returned to her, and she shook her head as if trying to be rid of them. Like extra water remaining in her mane after a swim. "I'll be there in a minute," she called back, and began trying to ready herself for what lay ahead. The visions returned as she followed Bryrdym on his business that morning, paying little attention to what was happening. They were vague and faint most of the time. Inanimate objects seemed to be a dull grey. Some objects she knew from experience to be enchanted or magical glowed brighter, in a variety of colors. Brightest of all were other dragons. She could see their shapes, which appeared to have an inherent color in various shades of reds, and an aura that surrounded them in shifting colors. Sometimes she could only sense Bryrdym's large shape next to her, a faint crimson. But sometimes she got flashes of her surroundings in great detail, way too bright, that made her head pound. It was not just the colors, sometimes these bursts of perception were accompanied by what felt like emotions that were not hers, and knowledge of her surroundings that she could not have known. It was overwhelming. But she tried not to show it. "I'm sorry for my reactions yesterday." The two of them were in some sort of atrium, waiting to be summoned. Others passed by, going about their business, paying them little attention. Bryrdym's tone was soft and remorseful, though Arryn could sense that he was also anxious, and trying to hide it. She could see it in the colors that played around his form, and she could feel it as if his worries were hers. "I understand," Arryn replied. If she were not so overwhelmed by her new perceptions, she would probably have started crying again, but it was as if she had no room in her head for her own emotions at the moment. "I failed you and myself." "No," he replied, and she felt so many different emotions from him she could not identify them all. "I had wished things would go differently, I wanted you to succeed. But I am proud of what you accomplished. Very few receive the Plaguemother's blessing the way you have." They fell silent for a moment. Arryn's vision, at least that's how che same to think of this new awareness, finally dulled again and her own thoughts and worries returned to her. She had not told Bryrdym about this, but she felt finally that she needed to. "Bryrdym-" she began, but was but off by another voice calling to them from a short distance across the chamber.  "Bryrdym and Arryn?" The voice had a light, airy quality that put Arryn in mind of one in the middle of a daydream. She could hear faintly what sounded like bone adornments tinkling as she shape of a small Mirror approached, though there was something off about her form. Her limbs were not quite right, and there were what looked to Arryn like bony ridges growing along her spine and tail. "They're ready for you now, if you'll come with me." This Necromancer, though Arryn was not sure how she knew that is what this Mirror was, led them down a hall to another room. Most of the chambers in this place were built to accommodate dragons of all sizes, but even so, this office was unusually large. It was probably meant to hold a small group of dragons if necessary. There was only one waiting for them, a Wildclaw Necroservus. "Thank you, Nypha," they said softly as the Mirror led them into the room and took up a place in the corner behind them. It was an odd dynamic, as if Nypha, a Necromancer, was taking orders from a Necroservus.  She felt a spike of recognition and emotion from both Bryrdym and this Wildclaw, though it was all too jumbled and overpowering to sort out. "Cyrso," Bryrdym greeted as neutrally as he could. "Bryrdym," the Wildclaw responded coolly. "It's been a long time." "I-" "I am told that you are requesting to keep Arryn as your 'Servus?" Arryn was struggling to maintain focus on the conversation. The words washed over her and the comprehension lagged behind. She felt like she was drowning in guilt, regret, longing, and resentment. "Yes-" "And you are aware that Necroservus are assigned to Necromancers who take assignments, as you have not done in two decades?" "I am." "You are willing to do that for her?" "Cyrso-" "Just answer the question." "I am." There was a pregnant pause, during which Arryn attempted to squash all of the outside feelings that threatened to take over her mind. She tried to focus on her own thoughts, replaying what was happening and trying to decide how she felt about it. There was obviously something going on between the two of them that she was not aware of, but she could not be too surprised. Bryrdym rarely spoke of his previous life. She had known, of course, that Bryrdym had not always been the mysterious recluse that he had been for the past many years before she found him. He was being asked to give that up in order to keep her around as he had promised her. And he had agreed. Did he actually want that? Did she want that if it meant he had to give up his way of life? Her head felt like it might explode. "Arryn?” She was not sure if this was the first time Cyrso had addressed her. “Yes?” She looked up. Her mind was a little more clear, but still felt buried under everything else that was happening. “Are you willing to follow Bryrdym wherever his assignment may take him, and to honor his wishes?" "Anything." The word escaped from her mouth before she could stop it. She would do anything Bryrdym required of her, or wished of her. She owed him so much. Her own emotions and those of Bryrdym and Cyrso overwhelmed her again, and the colors against the blackness now were so bright and constantly changing. She could not fight it anymore, she could not focus on anything else, she could only try to remain on her feet as it all consumed her. After an indeterminate amount of time, Arryn was aware of Nypha taking her arm and leading her from the room. “We’re going somewhere quieter," she explained in barely more than a whisper, her voice cutting somehow through the noise Arryn felt in her head. It was still light and dreamy as it was before, which was rather comforting after the crushing weight of everything she had felt in Cyrso’s office. “Quieter?” She was being ushered gently into another room. Past all of the other distractions, Arryn could make out what looked like a small unused meeting room with tables and crates pushed up against the wall. Their voices echoed a little against the stone. “Yeah, quieter. The other two didn’t notice, you hid it well. I told them you seemed tired and offered to take you elsewhere while they sorted things out. No one would question it the day after your Trial ended.” Though her mind seemed to quiet a little, Arryn’s comprehension still lagged a bit, fighting past the remaining distractions from before and extraneous information about the room she now found herself in. “Notice what?” “They were overwhelming you.” Nypha spoke almost offhandedly. “That’s an understatement.” Arryn felt a surge of brightness and information again and put her hand to her head, pressing against her temples and trying to will it all away. “It’s okay,” Nypha spoke softly and Arryn felt her abnormally large claws placed delicately on her shoulder. “Don’t try to fight it, and don’t try to feel it all. Breathe deep, slow, and try to focus on that.” Arryn did as she said, feeling air rush through her nostrils and into her lungs, and then back out. It was hard to focus on at first, but with each breath, everything else subsided a little. “Once you think you can, tell me what the stone feels like on your feet.” Arryn had to think for a moment, still breathing slowly and deeply. “Cold, hard, smooth.” “What else? Other physical sensations, things you can hear?” “Umm…” She could feel cool air moving across her face. “There’s a draft somewhere in here.” There was a strap digging into her shoulder and she adjusted it as she spoke again. “My pearl is getting heavy.” She could hear a soft rhythmic tapping nearby. “Are you tapping your tail on the floor?” “Sorry, it’s a habit.” Nypha chuckled a little. Arryn realized suddenly that her mind felt a lot more clear. She could finally hear her own thoughts and feel her own feelings, but even those were easier to let pass by now. She could still see things, but they were not as overwhelmingly bright as before. There were dull outlines of the room and the soft deep red glow of Nypha’s shape. “Thank you,” Arryn exclaimed, relieved. “How did you know to do that?” “I get overwhelmed sometimes too.” “But you can control it?” “It just takes time and practice. Remember what I showed you, it’ll help” There was a soft scratching at the door. As Nypha walked over to open it, Arryn saw something black and shifting appear around her form. Blacker than the darkness that consumed her eyes now, like an infinite void. But it disappeared almost as quickly, and she was not sure she actually saw it. Nypha opened the door just a crack before a small shape rushed into the room, and she recognized the sound of Narro’s little claws on the stone before he climbed up Arryn’s cloak and nestled into the cook of her neck. “I thought I left you back in our room,” Arryn said softly to her Fanrat, scratching behind his ear with a claw. “Some familiars can sense when you’re in trouble. He must have sought you out.” Arryn looked up toward Nypha to respond, but stopped. That shifting darkness had enveloped her again, but she shook her head slightly and began tapping her tail against the stone again, and it faded from view. “There’s something different about you.” Arryn tried to keep the apprehension she felt out of her voice. Seeing that thing gave her a distinct feeling of dread and uneasiness. Nypha took a moment to respond, but when she did, it was in the same dreamy tone she always used. “I would have not survived my Trials on my own, much like you. I prayed for help. But it was not our Plaguemother who answered me.” “Shade?” Arryn had heard of the fragments left by the Shade possessing dragons before. It could control a dragon, use them to wreak havoc on everything around them, and sometimes even consume its victims. “Yes. It gave me my Perception, and it, too, took time to control. That’s why I’m with Cyrso. They needed a Necromancer to be assigned to, and I needed someone who could keep me in check if I lost control. I no longer need to be watched like I did, but I like Cyrso, so I decided to stick around and help them out. And being with me allows them more freedom than being with anyone else.” Arryn’s thoughts turned back to Bryrdym and Cyrso. The remnants of their emotional baggage threatened to push in on her mind, but she focused on her breath again for a moment, and it subsided. “What was happening in there?” Nypha regarded her for a moment, Arryn could feel her gaze almost like a spotlight as she presumably decided on how to answer. “If Bryrdym didn’t tell you, then it’s not my place to say. I just hope they both get something out of this.” The last part was more to herself than to Arryn. They fell silent. Arryn continued to absentmindedly scratch Narro’s head, and Nypha pulled what appeared to be a small doll in the shape of the Plaguebringer out of a small pouch by her side and fiddled with its limbs. She started humming a tune to herself that Arryn was sure she had heard somewhere as a hatchling. Nypha was definitely odd, but she was kind, and more observant than she appeared. And she kept a Shade fragment within her under control. She was either very magically powerful, or had an uncommon strength of character to achieve that. Arryn was not so sure what she thought about Cyrso. It was uncommon for a Necroservus to be given a position of any kind, let alone a position of authority. Even Bryrdym, who usually exuded a sense of quiet command, withered in their presence. And to be entrusted with guarding a Shade-touched Necromancer… What was happening in that other room? It could not be taking this long for Bryrdym to simply receive an assignment, and that was definitely not all he and Cyrso had to discuss. What was all of that she had felt? It felt like so much history and heartbreak, they must have been close at one point in time. Nypha was tapping on the floor again, and Arryn used the sound to keep herself in the present with her own thoughts as another wave of Perception threatened to overtake her. Perhaps that is why she developed that habit. To keep herself present. Arryn looked up as the door opened slowly. Bryrdym entered. He felt calmer than he had all day, and much more like the confident and commanding, wise, Necromancer that he was. “Are you feeling any better?” he asked softly. “Much better,” Arryn responded with a small smile. Bryrdym turned to Nypha. “Thank you for taking care of her.” Nypha stuffed the doll back in her pouch as she replied in her usual almost ethereal manner, “It was no problem at all. Arryn’s nice.” “I think Cyrso will be in their office when you’re ready to return, but I would give them a few minutes.” “Of course,” Nypha answered. “And if I might ask, how did it go?” “Better than I had hoped.” “Good.” Nypha enveloped Arryn in a tight hug, which she returned, and then took Bryrdym’s claw in her own for a moment. “We’ll see you again soon.” She then exited the room, leaving Arryn and Bryrdym alone. “So you took an assignment?” Arryn asked him. “I did.” “Where are we going?” “The Viridian Labyrinth.” |
Narro belongs to Arryn. He comes from a large family of Fanrats that lives alongside her homeclan in the Wandering Contagion, but one day came across the young Pearlcatcher trying to learn about Necromancy. He was intrigued and followed her around for a short while as she studied the bits of fungus and tendrils of diseased growth that spread through the field near her home. She shared a few of her maggots with him and let him ride on her shoulder for a bit, and the rest was history. He still follows her around and frequently rides on her shoulder or bundled up in the folds of her clothing. Even when they are apart, Narro knows when his dragon is in need of companionship or emotional support and will run off to find her. He is rewarded handsomely for his friendship with cuddles and scritches, warm blankets, and his favorite maggots.
About Her Eyes
Tools, represented by Bloodshard Chains: A symbol of self-actualization, determination, progress, action, manipulation, creativity, and resourcefulness. Necromancers bearing tools are forward-thinking and ambitious. They are seldom content with what is, instead urging their clan and leaders toward what could be. Where many Necromancers are bogged down by tradition and dogma, these individuals readily embrace Mother's doctrine of evolution, urging all around them to become more.
Sigils, represented by Infectionist's Sash: A symbol of plague and Plaguebringer's will, power, and control. These Necromancers are most often found outside the Plaguelands, bearing plague and plague gospel to other flights. They serve as ambassadors, diplomats, and counselors to those dragons that are sympathetic to Plaguebringer's doctrine. Sometimes they are welcomed in; sometimes they make their own welcome. Within the Plaguelands Necromancers often wear sigils along with other Necromantic symbols in order to reinforce their status and their role, either because their position in the clan is still shaky or because subtlety just isn't their thing.
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