Aceso
(#71176490)
Level 13 Nocturne
Familiar
Sanguine Multimist
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Plague.
Female Nocturne
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
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Measurements
Length
4.97 m
Wingspan
7.47 m
Weight
498.34 kg
Genetics
Beige
Iridescent
Iridescent
Blood
Striation
Striation
Blood
Thylacine
Thylacine
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Level 13 Nocturne
EXP: 556 / 45676
STR
7
AGI
10
DEF
7
QCK
35
INT
58
VIT
6
MND
7
Biography
Young Aceso inherited her Plague Flight status through her mother, Lucretius, and was blessed with rare eyes. This has allowed her to develop skills in transmutation - which may help her in her upcoming trials.
Aceso, like her Necromancer forebearers, started her journey with her Rotrock Rim meditation. She now has three trials to face before she can earn her mantle:
1. Trial of Infection: Be touched by Plaguebringer and develop plague.
2. Trial of Survival: Suppress the plague so it remains dormant inside.
3. Trial of Contagion: Pass the plague to another being through touch and call it back again.
If she fails to control the plague inside her, she will become a Ghoul and will slowly die from her condition.
If she fails the third trial, she will become a Necroservus, bound to a successful Necromancer, for she will be unable to cure plague. Pulling disease from the body is part of a Necromancer's duty so she must be able to do so.
If she does not pass the trials by her own merit, she becomes a Wraith. This is not as poor a fate as a Ghoul, but is still a failure to be avoided if she seeks to claim the title.
If she is tempted away by the Shade, she will be a Lich - a traitor to be hunted.
Will Aceso succeed in her trials?
Aceso was happy to see that plague did take root in her, as was expected of anyone who dared dream of becoming a Necromancer. This change happened quickly, allowing her to feel that her calling was, in fact, desired by Mother. The first trial had been passed.
She was not overcome by pride nor ego so for the second trial she wisely choose not to perch right at the edge of the Wyrmwood; however, she is devoted to her cause so she perched as near as she thought was wise. She could feel the plague grow inside her, but she could also feel herself shifting it, keeping it from becoming too wild. It was a strange feeling to have felt such contamination within oneself, yet she also felt powerful in her ability to keep it under control. She maintained her presence of mind, focusing her energy on making sure she would be victorious. She could feel the plague begin to stagnate, to become dormant within her. Aceso could see the changes happening to her body - the blood colored stripes appearing over her spine and wingtips. They would serve as a reminder of her struggle, her victory. The second trial was over.
Last, but certainly not least, she would have to prove mastery over disease by transferring it to another AND calling it back to her. She found a willing host, one who knew the risks of what her failure would mean. But they showed trust and had faith in her abilities. For that, Aceso would always be grateful. That faith, combined with her own belief in herself, allowed the young dragon to prove her mastery. It was finally done. She had completed the third trial.
Clever and level headed as she is, Aceso managed to pass her trials and has become a full-fledged Necromancer. She donned a shroud and a mask, symbols of her service to Plague Mother. She has petitioned to join the Necromantic Council. She feels that she has a calling towards healing and would like to pursue knowledge of that subject.
Aceso was pleased to learn that she had been accepted into the Council and vowed to work hard to serve Mother and the interests of Plague. She spent some time observing her new peers before setting off on a journey of her own.
One day, while flying over the border between the Southern Icefield and the Starfall Isles, Aceso noticed a dragon flying erratically. As she watched, he plummeted to the ground. Concerned, the young healer flew over.
Right away she could see and sense the disease growing inside him. His body convulsed and his eyes wouldn't focus. He was dying. She'd seen Ghouls before and knew what a horrific fate he had in store - an agonizingly slow death. Unless...would she take the risk to help him? Even experienced Necromancers weren't guaranteed to succeed in helping a Ghoul for they had angered the Plaguebringer by failing to control the infection. Yet, she couldn't bear to see him suffer and not at least try to ease his anguish.
Aceso took a deep breath to gather her energy. She focused her power on grabbing at the tendrils of infection that ran through the sick dragon. She worked on unknotting the tangled threads of disease and pulling them into herself. She wrapped these threads around her own dormant plague, willing it to stagnate and be still. For a tense moment she worried that it was too much, that she would fail and kill them both. Was she about to fail Mother and bring shame to herself for thinking she could handle something like this? No, she reassured herself, Mother wants me to prove myself. She continued working on her task until all the disease had been neutralized. Her body shook and her breathing was ragged, but looking at the male Nocturne that had been in so much pain and seeing that he had relaxed allowed her to think that she'd made the right choice.
She learned that his name is Asher and that he was not, in fact, a failed Necromancer. How strange. Didn't victims of plague contamination usually succumb to their illness and die quickly? Had this ever happened before? She would have to do some research.
While still researching Asher's condition, Aceso continued to journey throughout the Sunbeam Ruins, healing those who would accept her aid. She felt drawn to a certain place, but could not determine why. Every day she landed there and waited. For what, she wasn't quite certain. Asher waited patiently beside her, never questioning this strange ritual. They spent long hours in silence, waiting. She knew her faith would be answered someday. You can't rush fate, she thought.
One day her pull to the area became clear to her. She saw a lone dragon, a Wraith by the looks of her, sitting by the Moonportal. An aura of loneliness and desperation radiated off her, but there was something else, too. Something Aceso could not yet discern. When the dragon looked over at Aceso, she looked ready to flee.
"Please wait!" Aceso called out to her, gently. The Wraith hesitated. Aceso explained that she felt a strong desire to help her. She knew the toll the trials took on a dragon's body and mind. She also knew, but did not mention, that the Skydancer was likely filled with regret and a sense of failure. There must be a way for me to help her, she thought.
The Wraith's words were full of bitterness, and she hung her head in shame. Aceso would not let the Skydancer's negativity affect her resolve. With gentle insistence, the Skydancer allowed Aceso to help her.
Aceso has gathered an entourage of her own. What adventures await them? Stay tuned to find out!
For the other side of these events, please see the pages of Asher and Nova.
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