Delyth

Uh-oh, looks like this starry boy wandered a little too far from his home lair (352522, Faerghus), and now he's off to see the world! If ever you feel the need to exalt, he'd really appreciate it if you could just return him to the home lair, to the 'Dragons Off To See The World' thread, here, or to the hub if you don't want another dragon in return. This is not necessary, but he would be very grateful!


Owners I've Had:

Faerghus, 352522 (Home Lair)
raptorix, 56441
grxndsxn, 437722
Zikul, 12962
DragonQueenJ, 532746
Zikul, 12962 (return visit!)
Volrin, 261879
inkfrog, #546245
Aeranautics, 80182
Zikul, #12962
GrinningWolf24, #212075
Zikul, #12962
grxndsxn, #437722
(put your lair/username here)


Luggage:

Currently, none.


Biography:

Delyth was once a well-known alchemist, feared for his creations, many years ago. Spontaneous experiments with whatever ingredients he could find led to his accidental discovery of a substance that could only be described as ambrosia -- an odorless, tasteless liquid, thick like nectar or honey, that brought immeasurable euphoria to any dragon that ingested it. His few test subjects were hopelessly addicted to the stuff, clamoring and fighting amongst each other and against him, desperate for more of it. They were lost to all reason. In the end, they all lost their lives to their fervent rampages.

This event was so traumatic for Delyth that he fell into despair and withdrew from his studies completely, issuing a warning to some other alchemists in his social circle that they should never try to replicate his creation. After this, he invested in some expensive gene- and breed-changing scrolls to hide his identity and left his home lair, becoming a hermit.

It was decades later that he was hunted down by a young, arrogant alchemist named Poison. The Tundra demanded that Delyth teach him how to brew ambrosia, so he may use it to control other dragons and create an empire... but all this got him was the Coatl packing up his few belongings and hitting the road. His hiding spot had been discovered, and he supposed he would have to find another.

Unfortunately for the Coatl, Poison tagged along, whining and hissing like a spoiled hatchling over Delyth refusing to share his knowledge. So far, Delyth has not proven able to shake the mad scientist off his trail, but he won't give in either. He supposes they'll have to be begrudging travel partners for now, until the Tundra finally tires out and leaves him be.