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Oberon

(#6973309)

Level 25 Skydancer

Familiar

Leopard Coralclimber

Energy: 16/50

Personal Style

Apparel

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

3.95 m

Wingspan

6.47 m

Weight

976.4 kg

Genetics

Azure
Iridescent

Sky
Shimmer

Forest
Crackle

Hatchday

Oct 14, 2014
(9 years)

Breed

Adult
Skydancer

Eye Type

Water
Common

Level 25 Skydancer

Max Level

STR

129

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Offspring

none

Biography

OBERON
the keeper of knowledge
wise - righteous - omniscient - brave

Before he became what he is, Oberon had his fair share of worldly experience. He trained to be a great warrior and served as a guard for his clan. He won battles, he lost battles. But he became a seasoned and admired warrior, known for his strategic planning and solid instincts in a fight. When Oberon's clan leader grew old, he was forcefully overthrown from mutineers within his own clan. Oberon fled. Although he had spent all of his life serving there, he refused to devote himself to serving those who had murdered his leader.

He wandered, unsure of what to do with himself. He had never known anything but "protect and serve." One day, he found himself in a strange forest. The trees were so dense he could barely squeeze between their branches. No matter which way he went, he couldn't find a way out. In fact, he couldn't even remember how he got there. He even tried to fly out through the crowns of the trees, only to find that no matter how high he flew, the treetops seemed to be just out of his reach. Oberon knew that some kind of magic had to be at play- he knew he must be here for a reason.

Calmly, he wandered onward. After several hours (or was it days? weeks?), Oberon came to a huge clearing. At the center was the largest tree he had ever seen. At the base of the tree, there was a large split that sliced into the trunk, creating a black mouth. Small dragons flitted in and out of the opening. They were strange; the dragons were definitely real, but they had a translucent, almost incorporeal look about them. A few of them flew out of the tree and surrounded Oberon's head. He could hear a faint humming emitted from their bodies. It made his mind go calm; he knew he had to follow them. He knew he was meant to learn the truth of the mysterious forest and the tiny dragons. They led him to the opening of the tree. He had to crouch and the edges scraped his wings unpleasantly, but he made it inside. The inside of the tree was definitely larger than it should had been. The sides were covered with vines, from which luminous flowers budded. The whole cavern was illuminated by a green glow. The dragons stopped, and Oberon lay down. The vines closest to him immediately began to elongate from the walls, crawling towards him. They grew up his limbs, they crossed his back, they slithered around his wings. As they enveloped him, he was calm. He knew no harm would come to him.

When the vines eventually stopped their growth, he began to see. It started at the beginning. He saw the First dragons and the creation of their planet. He saw the rise of dragon kind and the first great clans. He saw their downfall as well. Centuries of history poured into his mind. The mistakes that were made; the heroes that saved their kind. He saw the births, lives, and deaths of million of dragons; and he saw exactly what had shaped each of their paths. He watched for years. One day, he watched a humble skydancer turn his back on the only clan he had ever known because he knew that the easy choice was wrong. He watched as this skydancer traveled away with no destination in mind, only the search for what was right. This was how the skydancer found his way into a mysterious forest where the Keepers of Knowledge were found. They chose him to know the truth, and they would send him back to the world of mortals, where he could use this truth to prevent mistakes of the past from repeating.

When the visions faded to black, Oberon raised his head. Why me? he wondered. Why now?
The dragons hummed back to him somberly. We have shown you what has passed. This we can share. We cannot share what may come to pass. That is for us alone to know. But we have seen that terrible, terrible things will happen if no one is there to stop it. This is your job now. If you do not succeed, we are afraid there is no hope for any of us.

Oberon nodded. Having a purpose: that was what he knew. He would do whatever it took to see it through. When he stood, his muscles and bones ached. He didn't know how long had passed. He noticed that the vines which had bound him still clung to his scales, as much a part of him now as his own wings. He softly nose a vine that clung to his tail. A scene flashed before his eyes, one he remembered well. It was two thousand years ago. A young girl had stolen a basket of eggs from a merchant. This had led to the false accusation of a great clan leader's brother. He had been thrown in a dungeon for the crime. Days later, a great earthquake had caused the collapse of the dungeon roof, killing the innocent dragon. This started a great war between clans. In the end, both leaders were killed, and great dynasties fell. All over a basket of eggs. The vines were reminders, then.

When Oberon squeezed back out of the tree, the forest was gone. He was returned to the realms of mortals. He knew where he had to go. He traveled day and night, until he reached the great Atheneum of Sornieth. Once there, he started to write. He didn't stop for many years.

These days, Oberon presides over the Atheneum as the head scholar. Leaders and warriors far and wide come to his for advisement. He employs a great number of informants from all the lands who keep him informed of the important events and decisions begin faced. When needed, he deploys enforcers of his own to prevent disasters he knows are coming. He has prevented a great many terrible things. Oberon has grown quite old, and his body is not what it used to be. Some days, he can barely read the messages he receives. But his mind is still sharp, and the vines still fill his eyes with visions as clear as the day they first enveloped him. He will serve Sornieth for many years to come.

Art by the incredibly talented Deroko (#265731)

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