Scythe
(#583689)
Level 8 Pearlcatcher
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
6.05 m
Wingspan
3.57 m
Weight
624.27 kg
Genetics
Midnight
Tiger
Tiger
Denim
Stripes
Stripes
Swamp
Underbelly
Underbelly
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 8 Pearlcatcher
EXP: 4344 / 16009
STR
15
AGI
34
DEF
6
QCK
16
INT
7
VIT
9
MND
7
Biography
Scythe
- Darkblood
- the Reaper
- Prince of Death
- The Speaker for Taernyll
Bellow is Previous Lore
Archiver
Taernyll's Vassal
20 Alchemy
20 Inscription
20 Linguistics
6 Stealth
5% to pass any Knowledge check.
In the mid-day of Autumn, with tribute and trade pouring into the lair for the day, a small black figure rode atop the back of Weliana as she made her way into the bowels of Taernyll's lair. An expression of curiosity and unease, the whelp's uncanny red eyes caught the last of the hall's light as the two dim figures stepped into the shadow behind the great slab doors as they shut behind them.
Upon her arrival, Weliana took the pup from her back and placed him before the silhouette of the terrible dragon. Frightened and mute, the shadowed voice spoke over his fear with the reassurance that his life was in no danger. Dismissing Weliana, the dragon came down from his perch and spoke to the whelp with compassion and authority. Taernyll did not only purchase the pair of red eyes, shape lost to the dark hollow of the dragon lord's chambers; he adopted the youth.
When asked what service the young dragon could provide to the clan, the pearlcatcher could only shake his head as voice departed him. Intimidated and overwhelmed with emotion. He was plucked from the ground, and held in the flat of the large drake's clutches, held to eye level.
In a voice so low and calm, the vibrations rang through the orb the youth clutched under his wing, Taernyll spoke. "You will be my vassal, my shadow, my trusted confidant, and my dearest friend."
As the long hours of the night rolled by, the unseen lord of the clan spoke to the whelp, telling great recounts of his adventures abroad, and his dreams ahead. When finally asked what name the whelp went by, to find that he had none, his lord gave him one. Which he repeated with an honor that he could barely contain. Scythe.
Scythe spends most of his time in the company of Taernyll. He is seldom found speaking, and follows Taernyll's commands without hesitation. Asocial, he does not care for others unless forced into their company. Other than Taernyll, he somewhat enjoys Weliana's company. He commands higher authority than both Weliana or Skrum, but typically expresses his wishes and concerns to Tae directly.
- Darkblood
- the Reaper
- Prince of Death
- The Speaker for Taernyll
Bellow is Previous Lore
Archiver
Taernyll's Vassal
20 Alchemy
20 Inscription
20 Linguistics
6 Stealth
5% to pass any Knowledge check.
In the mid-day of Autumn, with tribute and trade pouring into the lair for the day, a small black figure rode atop the back of Weliana as she made her way into the bowels of Taernyll's lair. An expression of curiosity and unease, the whelp's uncanny red eyes caught the last of the hall's light as the two dim figures stepped into the shadow behind the great slab doors as they shut behind them.
Upon her arrival, Weliana took the pup from her back and placed him before the silhouette of the terrible dragon. Frightened and mute, the shadowed voice spoke over his fear with the reassurance that his life was in no danger. Dismissing Weliana, the dragon came down from his perch and spoke to the whelp with compassion and authority. Taernyll did not only purchase the pair of red eyes, shape lost to the dark hollow of the dragon lord's chambers; he adopted the youth.
When asked what service the young dragon could provide to the clan, the pearlcatcher could only shake his head as voice departed him. Intimidated and overwhelmed with emotion. He was plucked from the ground, and held in the flat of the large drake's clutches, held to eye level.
In a voice so low and calm, the vibrations rang through the orb the youth clutched under his wing, Taernyll spoke. "You will be my vassal, my shadow, my trusted confidant, and my dearest friend."
As the long hours of the night rolled by, the unseen lord of the clan spoke to the whelp, telling great recounts of his adventures abroad, and his dreams ahead. When finally asked what name the whelp went by, to find that he had none, his lord gave him one. Which he repeated with an honor that he could barely contain. Scythe.
Scythe spends most of his time in the company of Taernyll. He is seldom found speaking, and follows Taernyll's commands without hesitation. Asocial, he does not care for others unless forced into their company. Other than Taernyll, he somewhat enjoys Weliana's company. He commands higher authority than both Weliana or Skrum, but typically expresses his wishes and concerns to Tae directly.
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Exalting Scythe to the service of the Flamecaller 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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