Iguellos
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"I'd be careful of me if I were you."
Sterling
Silverstring Harp
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Plague.
Male Imperial
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
27.96 m
Wingspan
22.46 m
Weight
6383.04 kg
Genetics
Obsidian
Metallic
Metallic
Obsidian
Alloy
Alloy
Algae
Opal
Opal
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Imperial
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
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 I G U E L L O S 
BARGHEST LORE AND LINEAGE PROJECT
BITTEN BY ROE 
" The yonder beast doth sing. "
The roads untraveled are oft hazy, dangerous places to be for the unprepared. Clinging to dreams in such wild places can prove fatal. Do not trust those without voices, do not follow those without form, and never - for as long as you can survive - stay for too long.
This is the tale of the Barghest, Iguellos. |
Be wary of those you meet on the road, for their intentions are never clear.
That old familiar mantra echoed in Iguellos's mind as they trudged up the beaten path beneath grey skies. They never doubted their father's words: given the dangers the musician had seen on their travels, that mantra made sense. And so, they were as wary as they could be.
Gnarled branches twisted above the Imperial in tight knots, closing off the sky. It was quiet, too quiet, but Iguellos figured that was because this path was less traveled. They would've been surprised if there were so much noise in such a lonely place.
And just as that thought crossed their mind, there was a yowl.
Iguellos stopped. Maybe it was a wolf. They had heard before setting off that packs of wolves roamed the area. They weren't too concerned given their size, but if the wolves were hungry, that desperation would drive them to tear apart even the largest of dragons.
Best to keep walking, they figured. So they continued on, claws moving just a little bit faster.
After another hour, there was another howl. Unease began to prickle up their spine. Would it be prudent to run? If they stayed quiet and hidden, surely, surely they'd be safe. Just a little bit more walking, and once they reached open skies they'd be gone.
But their hopes were quickly dashed as a scarlet blur shot from the trees. Iguellos twisted and spat a bolt of plague energy at the shape, barely missing the beast. It righted itself once more and snarled, its pointed muzzle speckled with grit.
A... a wolf? It didn't look like a wolf to them: it was much too slender, sinuous and thin, its pelt crossed with red and black. Piercing slit eyes met their own.
They suddenly realised they were being watched.
There are more.
As the beasts poured from the darkness, Iguellos finally ran.
Thump thump thump. Their footsteps were heavy on the path, kicking up dirt and dust with every step. Behind them they could hear the heavy panting, and that pumped more adrenaline into their veins.
Run faster! Come on!
Iguellos spat out a thick red mist, hoping to poison their pursuers, but still they kept coming, thousands of shining red forms flowing towards them like a flood.
FASTER!
Then they saw it: a light through the trees where they bent away, revealing the open sky.
Finally!
With newfound strength they pushed themselves forward, snapping branches with their bulk, and as soon as the trees disappeared, they threw themselves upwards, beating their wings frantically, claws barely within reach of pointed teeth.
As they flew away, Iguellos looked back. The creatures stared at them in turn. Then one by one, they slithered away into the darkness, gone as quickly as they came.
Iguellos would've loved to fly forever, but soon their wings grew weary. They knew they had to land soon, but there was no shelter in sight, and judging from the taste of the air, it'd soon rain.
Just my luck that I'm in the middle of bloody nowhere. Tilting their wings, they slowly circled to the ground. But at least the creatures are gone.
Now, where am I?
They looked around, eyes taking in the scene: pale grass swished softly over rolling hills, a sea of faded green and grey like the darkening sky above. Ruins and rubble dotted the plains. A few spindly pine trees grew here and there, leading off into a distant forest. Nothing seemed large enough to shelter them, though. Iguellos huffed at the thought of having to walk again. Oh why, why did they think it was a good idea to travel through this area?
An hour passed, and the rain began to fall. Iguellos felt their clothes grow heavy and wet. They shook themselves, groaning at the clammy feeling of soaked fabric.
Why in the name of the eleven did it have to start raining NOW!? As much as Iguellos valued not complaining, they couldn't help it anymore. The Imperial let out a roar of frustration. Why did those stupid dog things have to chase them out of the woods? They could've been dry beneath the shelter of trees right now if those cretins hadn't come snapping at their heels. Why did the blasted Hewn City have to be built on a gods-damned plain!? Why did it have to rain!?
They stood, breathing heavily, raindrops pelting them hard.
"Grrrrrghhh." No use in complaining now. The Imperial steeled themselves as best they could and - with heavy feet - kept walking.
Another hour of horrible, horrible wetness ensued. Iguellos was beginning to think they were at least half water by now when a voice sounded through the downpour.
"...here!" It said. Iguellos frowned. Who was that? They kept their mouth shut, wary of the sudden presence.
"Over... come on!" It said again, getting louder and louder, until a shape crested the hill. Iguellos lifted his head at the sight of another Imperial, their scales mottled with black and red.
"Get over here! You'll catch a cold!" They called out. Iguellos instinctively recoiled.
A stranger. Their father's mantra echoed in their head again. The musician flared their wings, and the other Imperial skidded to a halt, startled by the gesture.
"Who are you," Iguellos demanded, "What do you want."
"...Woah, hey now, I'm not going to hurt you." The other dragon held up their claws, smiling sheepishly. "I just know a place up ahead: it's a patch of redwoods, tall enough for us. I don't mean no harm."
"'Redwoods?' I didn't see any redwoods when I flew here."
"Well, it is pretty rainy; that might've been why." They turned and gestured with a flick of their wings. "C'mon, you'll get sick if you stay out here any longer."
"Wait."
The stranger stopped and turned, blinking owlishly.
"Why are you helping me?" Iguellos asked.
"Why not?"
"What do you mean, 'why not?' You don't even know me."
"Deities, you're a paranoid one, aren't ya?" They snickered. "Look, it's raining, and you're cold and miserable. I don't like seeing beings suffer if I can help it."
When Iguellos pulled a face, they smirked. "Either you can be stubborn about this or you can trust me and get out of the rain. Do you really want to be standing about soaked to the bone?"
Not really. As cautious as Iguellos was, they really didn't want to endure the rain anymore. I'll listen to this strange dragon just once. Just this once, then I'll be gone for good.
"...Fine. Lead the way," they stepped forward. The stranger beamed.
"Come on." With a flick of their wings, they walked off, and Iguellos had no choice but to follow.
Sure enough, as the stranger said, there was a copse of redwoods nearby. They soared high above the two Imperials, their branches blocking off the sky, keeping most of the rain away. Iguellos found themselves marveling at the height.
"Pretty, isn't it?" Their head swiveled toward the other dragon at the sound of their voice. "Sure startled me the first time I saw it. And I don't think I'll ever get tired of it."
"You're not from around here?"
"Aren't we all travelers in these parts? Hardly anyone lives here."
Iguellos said nothing in return and merely huffed. They strode over to a nearby tree and sat down, pulling a bundle of firestarters from their coat. In moments there was a tiny fire going, which Iguellos wrapped in a ring of stones to keep it from getting wet.
The other Imperial joined them. "You're no talker, are you?"
"Do I have to be?"
"Well, no, but it makes you pretty bad company as a result," they said, "You didn't even ask for my name."
"...Okay. What's your name."
They tilted their head, stiffening with a breath. "...It's Lyre."
“Like the instrument?” Iguellos ran their claws over the instrument at their side, which was coincidentally a lyre.
“Yes!”
When Iguellos didn't speak again, Lyre exhaled, chuckling. "No? Nothing?"
"It's just your name. What did you want me to say?"
"I don't know! I thought you'd... be excited to learn more about me!"
"I don't think it's important to know the names of those you meet." Iguellos turned back to the fire. "You won't see them again, anyways; and it's not like you can ever tell what someone's intentions are."
A moment passed between them. Then, Lyre spoke: "So you don't trust me."
"No."
"...That's okay; I don't blame you." They smiled at Iguellos. "But you could at least tell me your name."
Iguellos looked up, their eyes meeting Lyre’s. They weren't sure if they should share something as personal as a name: any information about themselves was a treasure to be closely guarded. But Lyre hadn't done anything to harm them. All they had done was guide Iguellos to a dry spot. Already their father's mantra was losing its merit.
It was the least they could give, right? It was only fair, as Lyre had shared their name.
"...You can call me Iguellos," They said, "and... I use they and them."
They weren't sure what they were expecting after that reveal: for Lyre to turn into a monster and eat them alive? Or for them to sneer and betray their temporary truce? But none of that happened. All Lyre did was smile wider, teeth glinting beneath their lips, a trait Iguellos found somewhat endearing.
"And I use she and her." Lyre plucked a sprig of redwood needles from the ground, blowing on it gently. She flicked it into the fire, watching as it steamed and coiled and finally turned to ash. "That wasn't so hard, was it? Not everyone's out to get you. Oh and... thank you, for the fire. It was getting dark, anyways."
"'Dark?'" They hadn't even noticed the sky darken. But Lyre was right: the glint of one of the moons filtered through the canopy. Have I really been traveling all day? I could've sworn...
"Where are you headed?" Lyre’s voice snapped them back to reality. "Maybe we're going the same way."
Iguellos sputtered incredulously. "You- you want to travel with me?"
"I didn't say that... but yes. It'd be better, right? Safety in numbers."
Yet again they were wrought with indecision. Their instincts told them to rebuke Lyre, but their heart found no reason to. She wasn't wrong, necessarily: given the strange wolfish monsters they'd encountered earlier, having another pair of eyes looking out for danger was sensible.
Eventually, Iguellos relented, letting out a deep sigh. "Okay... fine. I'm headed for al-Ermer. It's located in the southwest of the Hewn City."
"And why there?"
"...It's a city of musicians and prophets. I was hoping to attend a festival there, and..." They paused, debating if they should share any further. "...and I was hoping to see my father again."
"Ah... a noble intention. Luckily, I was headed for Lanternlea Port when I stumbled into you. That's in the same direction, isn't it?"
"Conveniently."
Lyre barked with laughter. "Well, looks like you'll be stuck with me for a while longer! Look at us, two merry travelers braving the wilds; maybe you'll write a song about us, eh?"
Iguellos rolled their eyes. Secretly, they couldn't help but be intrigued by her glee. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, after all.
"To the travels ahead!" Lyre pumped her fist. "And to all that we may see!"
The next few days were uneventful: Lyre had proven to be an excellent traveling companion, full of stories and excitement and general awe for anything Iguellos had to offer. They found themselves willingly sharing more and more with the other Imperial. In turn, Lyre told them about herself: how she'd been born in the Shifting Expanse but rarely traveled, and how she wanted to see the world to the dismay of her parents.
"They threw quite the fit when I told them I wanted to leave." She giggled.
Iguellos smirked at her laughter. That's all she ever does, laugh at the smallest things.
Halfway through their travels, their path veered deeper into the forest, towards the shadier spots. Iguellos had wanted to go in the other direction, but Lyre insisted on heading deeper. There was a shortcut that way, she said, and it was worth the risk. Again, Iguellos found themselves torn: they wanted to do things their way, the safe and assured way, but it would've been nice to leave the forest faster. In the end, Iguellos listened to Lyre and followed her.
A few more days passed. The trees began to change, going from straight redwoods to gnarled oaks, their branches bending in, obscuring the sky. Pine needles no longer scented the air: now the undergrowth smelt damp and moist. A wet taste hung in the breeze.
Iguellos shivered, turning to Lyre. "Are you sure we're going in the right direction?"
"Positive! The travelers I'd met before told me about this path!"
"Wait- can't we stop for a moment? It feels like we've been walking in circles." They stopped and flared their wings. "I mean- I could've sworn we saw that patch of bluebells just an hour ago, and- and there isn't even a path here! What path are you talking about?"
"Just because there's no visible path doesn't mean it isn't there!" Lyre yelled back. But her voice was quieter, like she was further away. Shock gripped Iguellos in a vise grip.
"Wait- wait for me!" Panic was beginning to set in. They did trust Lyre: she had no reason to get them lost, because it'd mean getting herself lost too. There was no way she was betraying them- she knew where she was going. Iguellos had to trust her. They had to, because they didn't know where they were at all.
With frantic feet, Iguellos jogged forward. Where was Lyre? One minute she'd been in front of them, and the next she was gone.
She has to follow the path- if there even is one- she wouldn't get herself lost.
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