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Mort

(#6899238)

Level 25 Pearlcatcher

Familiar

Murkmirth Ambassador

Energy: 0/50

Personal Style

Apparel

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

4.21 m

Wingspan

5.54 m

Weight

650.75 kg

Genetics

Beige
Ripple

Leaf
Freckle

Banana
Stained

Hatchday

Oct 13, 2014
(9 years)

Breed

Adult
Pearlcatcher

Eye Type

Plague
Rare

Level 25 Pearlcatcher

Max Level

STR

129

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

none

Offspring

Biography

M O R T
L E A D E R

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"Absolute power corrupts absolutely."
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He sits upon a fallen oak, the leaves had already fallen off and the bark had begun peeling away from the steadily rotting wood beneath. Gazing across the clearing reveals a small gathering, those who followed him to the depths of the shrieking wilds after rumours of a small stunted tree. A tree with powers great enough to protect the clan from the dangers of the swamp. Naza and Temper are murmuring quietly near the back of the gathering whilst others sit quietly. He clears his throat, not that there was much chatter anyway and they turn to him. Quietly he announces,
“This is our home. May you live eternally.”
As he steps down from the tree a chunk of bark crumbles off, nothing lasts long in the heat and dampness of the swamp. No more words are needed, they know why they are here and they know their positions. The group disperse, some go to begin construction whilst others beginning grouping up to gather supplies. Quiet footsteps approach, must be either Korseus or Ripjaw. He hopes it’s not Korseus, he doesn’t trust a dragon who cares not for the clan but only for himself. The only reason Korseus remains is because of his great instinct, an invaluable trait for a small clan. A glance behind reveals Ripjaw, a male skydancer whose knowledge on the secrets of the clan members seems limitless. This could be interesting, Mort pauses to allow Ripjaw to catch up.
“Yes?”
“The crafters are concerned.”
“Why?”
“Limited crafting materials, apart from wood of course.”
“Well what did they expect going to a swamp?”
“…”
“Tell them to see me later.”
“Right.”
“Thanks”.
He watched Ripjaw disappear into the densely packed trees and sighed gently. What did they think would be in a swamp, piles of metal and rocks to be lying around the place? Ridiculous. Complaining after having just arrived, looks like there are already issues he’ll have to deal with. The ____ pearlcatcher continued his walk to his new sleeping place, robes fluttering slightly in the stifling air.

bio by Kintsy
edited by Mortveil

I N V E N T O R Y

R E L A T I O N S

_{RIPJAW ━ CONFIDANT}

_{GALILEO ━ APPRENTICE}

By Darkfall

Took 9 eye scatters for plague rare

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