Ludovicus
(#63294045)
The Gods-Blessed Spirit
Familiar
Vigorous Goblet
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Water.
Male Spiral
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.06 m
Wingspan
3.24 m
Weight
103.29 kg
Genetics
Sky
Iridescent
Iridescent
Rose
Shimmer
Shimmer
Garnet
Veined
Veined
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Spiral
Max Level
STR
129
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
50
INT
5
VIT
5
MND
5
Lineage
Biography
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~ L u d o v i c u s ~
x“glorious in battle, famous warrior” Ludovicus’ hatching was long awaited. The founder of the clan had been warned of a terrible event that would strike and the dragon that would save everyone. Her clan became obsessed with the search for such a dragon. Multiple clan leaders had met their ends, leaving their successors to hope and pray to any of the gods for the dragon they sought, a magician stronger than any other. It was the end of a summer when he hatched. From the moment he opened his faceted eyes, the clan knew he was something special. The gods had heard their prayers. He was given a name that meant “gift of the gods”. He was separated from his parents and siblings immediately, instead being raised by the priests and mages of his clan. He was a gifted dragon, completing his studies with time to spare. His elders congratulated his achievement with more work, more readings, more information, more techniques to practice and perfect. As a hatchling, he wanted to play with the other hatchlings. When he got the rare opportunity, he didn’t understand their games and they didn’t understand him either. But he was reassured, “You are a gift from the gods, you don’t need other dragons. The glory of the Tidelord is the only company you need.” He watched as his young peers left for their own clans, and he remained studying. He was educated in Water magic. Even before he was considered an adult, he could subdue his mentors in combat, surpassing their curriculum. They began to teach him other magics but he exhausted their expertise and grew bored. He spent his free time meditating, calling to the gods who brought him into existence, but none answered him. The clan’s council decided to send him to an academy in the Scarred Wasteland where the competition was fierce and only the strong succeeded. If he really was the dragon the gods promised, then he would flourish. And he did, the prodigy thrived amidst the competition. He worked harder than anyone else. While other students were taking breaks or fraternising, he practiced his own techniques. He thought very little of other students, reinforced every time their scores were announced. He was the best in every class, even in elements that were not his own. But the competition was fierce. And no-where was it fiercer than in Spellcasting Combat, his favourite class. Two students entered onto a stage, and they duelled to knock the other onto the floor below it. Winning took skill, speed, and a quick evaluation of one’s opponent. And he loved it. He stared at the Wildclaw across from him. He’d seen her in other classes. Native element Plague (as were most students) but proficient in Ice and Wind, weak in Light, unversed in other elements. The instructor shot a burst of pink sparks. And their duel began. The prodigy summoned a tidal wave, making the floor wet and slippery. The Wildclaw stumbled under the force of it, but she turned the water he created to ice, binding her feet to the floor. He pushed off the stage, soaring above her. She used his wings and size against him, blowing him nearly to the floor with a gust of wind. But he pivoted just before he touched the ground, coming back up over the edge of the stage where he melted her footholds with fire and made the stone floor crumble under her. She cried out as she tumbled down, taken by surprise. She landed on her wing with a yelp. The prodigy watched her get up, her wing held limply at her side. His teacher landed on the stage beside him. “Very well done,” he said, patting his back. He saw his look of concern for his classmate. “If she had been at your level, she wouldn't have gotten injured.” He was reassured. With a wave of the prodigy’s talons, the stage was rebuilt from the rubble. He won every duel every time, and even through injury or sickness, his teacher gave him some form of validation. Nods, pats, and congratulations.
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The prodigy graduated two years earlier than anticipated. He was pleased with himself. But the feeling was fleeting. What else was there to be the best at? The only instructor he cared to say his goodbyes to was his Spellcasting Combat teacher. “I have a surprise for you,” his teacher said. “But you must come with me. Hurry now, we mustn’t be late.” He followed him through a portal. One clearly of the Arcane dragon’s making. They arrived at a stage much like the one from class but larger. Much larger. It was surrounded by rows and rows of seating filled with dragons of all shapes and sizes. He and his teacher took empty seats. “Welcome!” a voice boomed. An Imperial landed on the stage. “New blood!” “NEW BLOOD! NEW BLOOD! NEW BLOOD!” the audience chanted. The Imperial raised a talon for silence. “First! Students of the Dragonhome!” Six dragons flew to the stage. A bell sounded. And the fight began. One dragon, faster than the others, used the stone of the floor to adhere his feet, and tipped the whole stage, catching his opponents off guard. In their scrambling to stay balanced, they slid off and onto the ground below. The crowd cheered for the victor. And the prodigy was hooked. His teacher leaned over to him. “This is The Pit. Every year, the best academies put forth a champion. The victor of each flight then battles the others.” He stared in awe. His heart was pounding. He could feel this blood thrumming. “Next! Students of the Sea of a Thousand Currents!” The prodigy stood. His teacher pulled him back to his seat. “But I’m a native Water user,” he insisted. “That doesn’t matter anymore.” He watched the fights carefully, evaluating the dragons that would soon be his opponents. Finally it was his turn. “Students of the Scarred Wasteland!” Like with the other flights, there were only five others. His opponents had wounds from brawls. Would they not be magic users? He shifted his headdress to conceal his eyes just in case. At the sound of the bell, he breathed disease onto his opponents with a bit of a fiery and shadowy twist. The disease rendered them blind and as they flailed around, it caused their scales to burn. He simply stayed out of their way as they tumbled off the edge of the stage. He was declared the victor and he flew back to his seat to the sound of applause. After the last fight, there was an intermission. “Be careful,” his instructor warned. “Don’t be afraid to give this next one everything you’ve got.” Walking back into the arena, they watched the end of the intermission entertainment, a fight between two of the best of the regulars in the Pit. The winner was soaring above the audience while they chanted her name. The prodigy’s heart was soaring with her. He wanted that more than anything.
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The champions of their flights were called to the stage. The prodigy once again hid his eyes. They were arranged on the outer edge of the ring. “Good dragons of Sornieth. I give you the champions of your flights, each and every one honouring their respective god!” The prodigy narrowed his hidden eyes. “And fight!” When the bell sounded chaos ensued. The Fire champion leapt on the Ice champion, tackling him to the floor. He hit the ground hard, but the Fire champion himself hadn’t touched the floor and he flew back up to the stage, still in the fight. The Nature champion, a Skydancer, immediately went for the prodigy. She tried to envenom him, growling when she missed. They were so close, he breathed disease into her eyes. Similar to his first disease, it made her blind, as she backed off of him in sightless panic, he hit her with a bolt of pestilence. It was enough force to make her lose her balance and fall to the ground. The Light champion was his next target. He used Shadow magic to blind him and then watched as the Shadow champion shoved him off the platform herself. Then she turned to the prodigy, her eyes narrowed suspiciously. He barely missed a dark bolt, jumping into the air with her catching up to him. She snapped her jaws, grabbing his tail. She swung him around and he crashed back onto the stage floor. The Wind champion saw the Shadow dragon in the air and summoned a gust of wind that slammed her into the ground. The prodigy seared the Wind dragon and she took to the air, trying to blow the fire out of her fur. She tackled the Fire champion, using the strength of the wind to force him to the ground. The Fire champion grabbed her on his way down, but using that same wind, she created an updraft for herself, kicking off the Fire dragon. The prodigy shot her with a bolt of water, suddenly weighing almost double from the extra weight in her fur, her updraft wasn’t enough to keep her in the air and she crashed onto the ground. Looking back at his remaining opponents, he saw the Water champion wrestling with the Earth champion. He saw an opportunity and used his own Wind magic to bind the Earth dragon’s wings and send him off the edge of the stage. The last one left was the Water champion. She was a Guardian, outweighing him by thousands of kilograms. She smiled, thinking that her fight against a tiny Plague Spiral would be easy. They stared, looking for weakness in the other, the Guardian on the ground, the prodigy remaining airborne. The Water champion saw her moment, striking not with magic but with her claws. The prodigy only ducked a moment too late, her huge claw scraping his forehead. Blood poured into his eyes. He had to keep blinking to see. He shook his head, only making it hurt more. He slowed and she grabbed him, pinning him to the stage floor. “You Plague dragons are disgusting,” she growled. “Revelling in the sickness and pain of others.” No-one had ever treated him like this. He hadn’t been this close to being bested in combat since he was a hatchling. He didn’t know what to say. “What’s wrong, little Plagueling? Did disease atrophy your tongue?” He could only growl as she pressed him into the ground. “You’re all about survival right? Then survive this!” She let him go, summoning a large bolt of water. The bolt of water sent him over the edge of the stage. Before he hit the floor, he flared his wings and slowed the water, letting it wash over him, cleaning the blood off of his face, and pulling off his headdress, revealing his blue eyes. He flew back up to the stage, a tidal wave amassing behind him. The blood from his wound had slowed to a trickle, running down his face and body. His blue eyes were glowing with the magic he possessed. He raised his arms, the water raging behind him. Wind was howling in the Pit and the entire stone stage shook. The torches flickered twice as bright and lightning came down and struck the Guardian. “ENOUGH!” he yelled, letting the wave crash over the entire arena, washing her off the stage and drenching the spectators. As he landed, the Pit returned to normal. The dragons in the audience shook themselves off. They looked at the little Water-native, Plague-raised Spiral who stood as the victor. The ringmaster’s voice returned. “Dragons of Sornieth, the champion of champions! Gift from the Tidelord and Plaguebringer to us!” The prodigy stood on the stage waving.
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From there, he was welcomed to join the dragons who regularly competed in the Pit. He used his own magic to brand the blood marks from his famed fight into his scales. Dragons who adored him would paint his blood marks on their own faces. He enjoyed it. Even when he wasn’t enjoying the fight, he savoured putting on a show for an audience. There was only one thing he wanted to fix… “Gift from the gods!” they called to him every night. As he won battle after battle, he started wondering to himself. He sat in his den, reaching out to the gods who had brought him to his clan, sent him to the academy, and brought him to this underground ring. But none answered once again. The next night, he stood on the stage, his arms raised in victory. He created a spotlight over himself. Using magic to amplify his voice, he called out, “I’m no gift from god. I am a god! I am the champion of all elements!” He flew a few loops over the audiences’ heads, the light following him. “I am Ludovicus! Glorious in battle!” The crowd went wild. “Praise to Ludovicus! Glorious in battle!” He started finding gifts outside his den, flowers, food and trinkets. He wore the flowers when he fought. They went so well with his red markings. Some dragons even began throwing red rose petals after his victories. Despite his skill, he did not see the money that exchanged talons behind his back. He was to fight another dragon, another strange Spiral gifted with magic. Getting ready for his battle, Ludovicus pulled a red chain of flowers around his neck and a red crown of flowers over his headdress. He peered at his faceted is eyes in his looking glass, admiring the way they contrasted with the red veins he’d given himself. As he soared up to the stage, his admirers cheered. “Praise to Ludovicus! Glorious in battle!” He glided past his admirers, waving to them, seeing dragons with his red pattern painted on their own faces. As he landed, his opponent flew up to the stage. She was a strange looking Spiral. Her scales appeared to be white but dark markings that seemed to move obscured nearly all of them, leaving only light blue slivers unobscured. The strange Spiral’s admirers had the dark markings adorning their own scales as well. The starting bell sounded and the two Spirals both leapt into the air. They flew in circles around each other, gradually closing the distance. Ludovicus stared at his opponent. She had odd eyes, almost completely black. ‘You are like me.’ The thought appeared in his head. But it came with darkness that squirmed at the edges of his consciousness. Ludovicus stared at his adversary. ‘We are both blessed.’ There it was again with the same squirming feeling. ‘I am a gift from the darkness. And you are a gift from the gods.’ He growled. No-one had called him that, at his own request, in a long time. ‘Let’s see who will be the victor.’ With that, the strange dragon fired a bolt of… something at him. Ludovicus dodged but barely. He quickly surmised that illuminating the darkness might be a good idea. He cast enamour, lighting up the whole stage. His opponent laughed, unaffected. She stretched out her arms, her dark markings squirming on her scales and jumping all over her body. Ludovicus fired a bolt of rock at her, knocking her back. Clutching at her abdomen where she’d been struck, the dark Spiral flew at Ludovicus. She fired another shot, not allowing him any closer. His opponent was a larger Spiral and would have an advantage if they fought claw to claw. The two Spirals flew acrobatic formations, exchanging magical attacks. Ludovicus got the upperclaw when he summoned a small tidal wave and electrified it, causing his opponent to be shocked, unable to move just long enough for Ludovicus to fire a bolt of ice, knocking her to the floor. Ludovicus’ followers cheered for him. As he flew around the Pit, the strange Spiral pounced on him, taking him by surprise. Her claws sunk in and they crashed back onto the stage floor. “What are you doing?” Ludovicus demanded. “The fight is over. You lost.” ‘This fight is not over as long as the gods of Sornieth and their children live.’ It was as if the strange Spiral could only communicate her thoughts from one mind to another, she didn’t have a voice. At least not her own. The two Spirals once again stared at each other. But this time, they understood that only one would be leaving the Pit alive. The audience had total devotion to the dragon they supported. They knew that their favourite would survive. The dark Spiral attacked, leaping at Ludovicus, firing a ball of fire to distract him. He dodged the fire ball but fell right into the Shade Spiral’s claws. She snapped at Ludovicus’ neck, Ludovicus only just holding her back and shoving her off with a gust of wind. Ludovicus was worried. He didn’t want to kill this dragon, he’d never done such a thing and couldn’t imagine himself doing it either. But his life was at stake. Not only his but the life of every dragon in the Pit was in his talons. He grabbed the Shade Spiral in a circle of pink magic, restraining her arms and wings. Ludovicus approached her carefully, staring at the wriggling markings on her scales. The stands were silent, everyone waiting with bated breath. Closing his eyes, he held one arm out in front of him and focused on pulling the Shade out of the Spiral. Slowly, as Ludovicus found what he was looking for, a black fog began to flow up and out of the possessed Spiral. The crowd went wild. Dragons with the dark markings shrieked and leaped out of the stands to attack him. But before they landed, a force held them back. Ludovicus’s other arm was held up, his eyes open and glowing blue. A huge tidal wave amassed behind him, the wind howled, a rainbow of elemental magic at his claws. The whole Pit shook, parts of the ceiling coming loose. The possessed dragons were held frozen while his followers, finally aware of the danger they were in, stampeded out of the Pit. Ludovicus held the possessed dragons at bay while he pulled the Shade out of the Spiral. When he was done, he wasn’t able to capture it while holding all the dragons back. The Spiral looked confused, her dark scales gone, revealing bright white, and Ludovicus freed her from the circle. Looking up at all the dragons held there, she scrambled out of the Pit, taking one look back at her saviour. Ludovicus looked up at the hundreds of Shade possessed dragons who glared down at him. With both his arms held out toward them, he concentrated. With all his strength, he exorcised the Shade. In small groups, the dragons were freed of the Shade’s influence, their scales returning to normal. Ludovicus had trouble breathing, it was hard to hold himself upright. He roared in the voices of the gods as the last few dragons were freed, flying out of the Pit. He collapsed. ‘I am divine, even in death,’ was his last thought before his body dissolved into the elemental magic. ‘I will not let this be my end.’
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Deep within the Spiral Keep, a pale blue Bogsneak saw what happened in a vision from the Tidelord. And she shed a tear for her son. Trivia » Ludovicus was a ridiculously long breeding project. No dragons in that project would throw a sky/rose/garnet. » I love this boy so much, I bought the Goblet vista for him » His and Centaine's names are references to Lucent Ludovicus + Centaine = Lu-Cent » The Shade Possessed Spiral's name is Frostveil and she looked like this! |
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