Ulmo
(#747294)
Level 1 Imperial
Familiar
Emerald Webwing
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Lightning.
Male Imperial
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
29.21 m
Wingspan
22.35 m
Weight
6323.32 kg
Genetics
Coal
Cherub
Cherub
Seafoam
Current
Current
Brown
Basic
Basic
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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Ulmo eloquent ; thoughtful ; poetic clan musician The day is beautiful and bright. The musician is writing. He ponders for a moment, and then gently murmurs, "The setting sun ... the rising sun." His brow furrows. "Sun. One. Fun? Outdone. Overrun ... begun. A day begun. The setting sun, the rising sun. The day's end, or the day begun." Lost in thought, he is oblivious to the birds flitting about above him, or to the heat of the afternoon, or to the occasional splashes of the fish in the pond. In the distance, the crack of Aule's forge breaks through the day. He jumps when a pale dragon approaches him from behind. "Gods! Irmo. You're quiet," he exclaims, his reverie broken. The other dragon, pale and ghostly, bares his teeth in a smile. "You're writing," he says slowly, in a rumbling tone, "Call it: All Woods Must Fail." Ulmo examines Irmo's distant eyes. A strange thing to say, but the seer hasn't been wrong yet. "Thank you, my friend," Ulmo says. Irmo nods, and ambles slowly away, back to the shade of the great willow he sits beneath most days. Having such a talented seer around is strange. Ulmo has visited so many clans and so many dragons that he had begun to think the tellers, the seers, the prophets were all hacks who happened to be correct when fortune swung in their favour. Irmo is ... different. He never gives his guidance on command, and spends too much of his time beneath his tree with Este to be particularly noticeable. In fact, Ulmo often forgets about him. On one rather unnerving day, he had been thinking that the seer deserved a ballad. Two lines in, a voice spoke over his shoulder. "Don't." Ulmo knows why, of course. His stories of the trials and tribulations of this clan are dark at best. He can't imagine the things Irmo must have seen. Precious eggs torn apart, dragons killed in their sleep, warriors struck down beside their friends. Varda had brought such hope back. Such peace, such light. All of a sudden, the musician shut his eyes and shook his head, smiling to himself. "All Woods Must Fail ... ah, that seer." He doesn't know if he'd be as good at what he does if he wasn't given so many breadcrumbs. Oh well. A poem is a poem. O! Wanderers in the shadowed land, Despair not! For though dark they stand, All woods there be must end at last, And see the open sun go past: The setting sun, the rising sun, The day's end, or the day begun. For east or west all woods must fail. |
 Ulmo, in Tolkien's Legendarium, was a Vala, also known as King of the Sea, Lord of Waters, and Dweller of the Deep. As the clan's musician, Ulmo spends most of his time writing tunes and rhymes about his clanmates. Not an entirely unintellectual dragon, he also enjoys reading and listening to the rhymes and tunes of other musicians. Often, he will leave the clan to spend time in other places for short periods of time, learning new songs and poems to bring back to Clan Galad. *acquired from cooneyms (#1050) 5th September 2015 *Pipeflute and bio inspiration from Chanilove |
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Relationships Aule the forgemaster makes a good subject for songs and rhymes. Ulmo often spends time with the eccentric smith, and the two have forged quite the friendship. Manwe is his good friend. The pair seem unlikely at times, but the patriarch's variable moods can be easily tamed by the well-timed humour of the musician, and they enjoy playing word games with one another. |
Story Hatching in the Shifting Expanse was a fluke, really. His mother, a travelling entertainer, carried the eggs of he and his two brothers in a pouch slung across her chest. When the three little dragons had broken the thick shells of the eggs, she had been flying up the western edge of the canyon. Each one opened a set of bright blue eyes. As a young dragon, he travelled with his mother, learning the art of words and music. He grew accustomed to shifting landscapes and the wide variety of dragon clans. He visited Clan Galad alone on several occasions over the years. When he returned yet again, he found Varda and her new clan instead. Never in his life had he seen so many Imperials as old as he living peacefully with one another. He chose to stay in the ruins, inspired by their beauty and the unique dragons that chose to live there. |
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