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Personal Style
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Length
14.96 m
Wingspan
22.29 m
Weight
10941.86 kg
Genetics
Eggplant
Ripple
Ripple
Ice
Noxtide
Noxtide
Orca
Runes
Runes
Hatchday
Breed
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Level 1 Guardian
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
8
QCK
5
INT
5
VIT
8
MND
6
Lineage
Biography
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《《 Surprise, surprise, you're still in the wood - but wait, what is that just ahead? Is that the - 》》 x "Ruins you've been hearing so much about?" a watery voice chokes. You jump nearly out of your skin, and look to your right, where a head has just barely emerged from the brackish water that, too late, your realize you're also standing in - though thankfully only ankle deep. The guardian squelches out of the mud, and says in a sad sort of voice (or maybe it just sounds sad because it still sounds slightly like it's drowning, "Yes, yes, I was told you were coming. Why Hylis felt the need to get all of use involved, beats me..." You don't mention that they don't seem to be doing much else. "Well, here you go then," she says, ending in a great hack!, and before you can dodge it, you're covered in mud that - came from her mouth?!? So gross!! But before you can worry much about it, your mind is whisked away... |
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x He had the sword. He had the stone. Renegade was sticking his massive head down the hole; he wasn’t going to be able to get out of here. Things weren’t going to be able to go according to plan. He wasn’t sure how to buy himself more time; Javier had said you needed to access the stone with your mind; you had to tame the furies inside of it and ask it to yield it’s pieces of eleven; the eleven elements inside it that provided it’s changing colors. You had to lay those pieces in a circle around the now empty stone, and recite a special spell, the words of which Hylis could barely remember now, and then you had to plunge the sword into the stone as it became liquid. Which he wasn’t even sure how he was going to do; swords were not made for dragons, and he was having a hard time keeping a grip on it with his teeth. All decoration had rotted off of it; it had not grip, no real handle. It was just metal now, sliding against his teeth. He swung it at Renegade’s face, making him draw back for a second. He didn’t have time for this. He didn’t have time to meditate and… and… what was he supposed to be doing? Going? He was feeling suddenly woozy, his knees were feeling very weak, his eyelids very heavy… The Shade had failed to stop him so far, but it had one more trick up its sleeve. Hylis fell asleep. The dreamworld, that’s where the Shade is the real king. Where it can make its worlds out of nothing, and shape your thoughts to its own… this is where its real power lies. There are so many that never escape. Hylis was floating through murky clouds, alone, cold, and senseless. He was watching himself from outside of himself; this, he felt, was his fate. The Shade had beaten him, and now he would be stuck in it’s dreamworld forever, reliving all the things he had ever done wrong… worse than undead. No one could- wait. No one could save him? They could if they defeated the Shade. Then he would be free. Wait! That’s what he was doing! That’s what- He was burning, screaming and choking on ash and smoke. His scales were curling off his body, his pearl was melting, his eyes turning to liquid- wait. He knew science better than that. He would be dead before he could feel his eyes melt. This clearly wasn’t real. What was he doing? Why was he dreaming this? Oh right, the Sh- |
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x They were all dead. His whole clan, lying in lifeless heaps around him. Huge sobs shook their way out of his body, tears made it hard for him to see. There was Hesperos, and Nirvana. Zebulun, Issachar, Yazi. They were all dead. And it was all his fault. Wait. What had he done? Why was it his fault? The only way it could be his fault was if he- ohh. If he didn’t defeat the Shade. He had to defeat the Shade. He took one last hard look at Zebulun’s lifeless face before it all faded away again. “Wrong nightmare,” he growled at the blackness that surrounded him again. “Enough of this.” He imagined himself bigger, stronger. His teeth were massive, his claws unbreakable. He breathed fire, he spun powerful magic, he ripped the Shade in two, he burned down that awful house, he- It wasn’t working, another nightmare was swallowing him, he was being eaten alive by glowing green bugs, he was- He was doing this wrong. He realized, suddenly, that he was right where he need to be. He was outside of the physical realm. He imagined the stone, with all it’s changing colors. He looked deep within it. He concentrated. His body was being cut down by a hoard of enemies now, but he kept sight of the stone. The stone was all that mattered. “Give me your eleven pieces,” he whispered, “Please, please…” The stone began to glow. It began to spin. “Please work please work-” It spun out of his sight. “NOO!” he yelled, trying to swim through space. “Come back, please-” He was drowning in the stars. He couldn’t breathe. Something was pulling at his body, squeezing it through holes; he could still feel the stone’s energy. Maybe he could still do it, even if he couldn’t see it. He closed his eyes, focused, pleaded, strained… A thousand voices roared against him. They pulled at his bones, struck at his eyes- no. What was that? It couldn’t be, this was the dreamworld, it couldn’t… he looked down as his energy, as his being, seemed to leak out of him, shattered in a million pieces, and pieces of his pearl falling away from him, through the stars. “Nonono, it’s not real, it’s not-” he was weeping. It was like a piece of his soul had been torn from his body and now his chest was empty, heaving, trying to grasp onto something. He was glowing. His body was still being stretched and shrunk and squeezed. The Shade was growing desperate. Through the haze of his pain-filled mind, he could feel the stone giving up it’s elements. Giving them up to him. But he was no longer who he was. His pearl was gone. And the Shade was changing his body… It was growing larger, fatter. His legs were thicker and shorter. His tongue thickened in his mouth, his whiskers disappeared. He wasn’t a Pearlcatcher anymore. He didn’t know who he was, what to do with this body, his pearl was gone, his identity destroyed… what did he even look like? Would he be able to remember everything from his past, without his pearl? His precious pearl… Memories flashed through his mind, of his mother, of his father, of everything they taught him to be, how his mother cautioned him of what would happen if he ever lost his pearl, of how- |
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x The stone was ready for him. It was waiting. What had his father said, the first time he’d been in serious trouble? He’d been very stern, very serious, he’d said… “The world is bigger than just you.” It was as if he were standing right there, looking down at him through his wire-rimmed glasses perched perfectly on his nose. “Son,” he said, “You need to remember that the world is bigger than just you.” His pearl was broken, his body changed and unrecognizable, but the world, it still existed. His friends and family- he wouldn’t let them die. The Shade could not be allowed to win. He imagined the stone, now colorless. He imagined it’s eleven elemental pieces, ranged in a circle around it. He imagined the sword in his jaw, now bigger and more powerful than it had been before. He couldn’t remember the words to the spell; he decided that here, in the dreamworld, there was magic enough without them. His mind was connected to the stone; it drowned out the noise of the Shade. Here there was a moment of peace, of stillness. The stone said it was ready. It was ready to die. So was Hylis. The eleven pieces sang out with energy, glowing brighter and brighter. He twisted his head, tip of the sword poised above the stone, as it too began to glow with light, and become less solid. |
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x The sum of the lost world of Gamangjaikk, Javier had said. It fell from the sky hundreds of years ago, and was stolen from the relics of the Arcanist by a trickster thief. It’s mysteries are still unknown; perhaps unknowable, but inside are the eleven elements that ruled that world - like ours, but also different. No one knows what they are, or what they can do, but it’s the only thing in all the realm of Shadow, that I know of, with the kind of power to beat back the Shade. Used to be a sorceress here that kept an eye on it; she said it told her secrets. Said it told her how to unlock it, ‘when the time comes.’ The time is now, lad, and the tool is the sword of Hiemesh. It needs an ancient relic, the stone does, and that’s the most ancient one I know of. The words you need are this… Hylis stared up at the dark sky swirling with angry, chaotic stars. The time is now. He plunged the sword into the liquid stone. The darkness screamed, and was torn to pieces, as a dead world came to life inside it, and exploded, and died again, taking the darkness with it. And Hylis was flung, sword spinning after him, into the emptiness of space. |
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x You know you're back not so much from sight - space and mud are both concepts of darkness - but from the stench. You reach up and wipe your face off, disgruntled this time as well as discombobulated. You look down and see a book floating in the water in front of you. "Better hurry up," the ghost gurgles, disappearing back into the muddy water. "Wouldn't want to leave yourself in suspense."
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