Feldspar
(#75015045)
Level 1 Fae
Familiar
Treacherous Irons
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Energy: 48/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Lightning.
Female Fae
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
1.22 m
Wingspan
0.75 m
Weight
2.05 kg
Genetics
Stone
Pinstripe
Pinstripe
Teal
Eel
Eel
Taupe
Peacock
Peacock
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Fae
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
7
QCK
6
INT
6
VIT
6
MND
7
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
Once a scholar on the path to wild success and fame, Feldspar now sits in her darkened tent, listening to the voices that only she can hear. Others in The Burrow lament the loss of her knowledge and spunk, but she does not hear them. Her friend, Eriae, misses her deeply. The two used to split potions that would change their ways, all the while contributing to their individual spirals. That is, however, until she discovered the skull. Echoing in a hidden chamber, calling out to her, seducing her to place the vial around her neck... next thing she knew, she was stumbling back into camp late at night, too late for anyone other than Jahkal or Eriae to notice. Now, the skull that haunts her every sleeping and waking moment stays firmly strapped to her wing. Her once attentive eyes are shadowed, restless, and focused on something beyond comprehension...
Excerpts from Feldspar's Journal
They don't know what I have discovered. This skull, it... speaks to me. I know that sounds crazy. Hell, if I were to hear myself, I would think that I was crazy. The whispers stop when I don't hold the skull, but if I were to set the skull down, who knows if someone else would pick it up and be tormented by the things I hear. I must suffer this alone.
. . .
I have tied the skull to me for safekeeping. Imelda and Tansidian have been acting worried about me keeping to myself in my tent. Eriae comes knocking, asking me to partake in the tonics... I can't allow my guard down around anyone, even him. I can't let anyone know about this. I can't subject them to this cursed object, this disgusting thing. The skull whispers secrets to me, and no one else seems to hear it. Is me where to find Him. No name, just... Him. I feel full of dread, but is it the constant unearthly whispers? Is it the lack of sleep? The whispers have started to say my name. It knows things about me. I am afraid.
. . .
It's gotten worse. The skull is in my head. I know where He is. If I tell the others, they will wonder how I knew. No. I must guide them. Yes, I must guide them to find Him. We need to find Him. He needs to be out. I need to be sneaky. The skull tells me so. I must keep out of sight, in the shadows... need to manipulate and pull the strings, sneaky sneaky sneaky sneaky sneaky
. . .
I am beginning to worry about some of my past entries. I don't remember writing them, I don't remember what I do after writing them, I am scared. Everyone distrusts me now, I can see their eyes watching me whenever I emerge from my tent. I don't know who to turn to, I should have been honest with them from the start... I can feel myself slipping again.
Excerpts from Feldspar's Journal
They don't know what I have discovered. This skull, it... speaks to me. I know that sounds crazy. Hell, if I were to hear myself, I would think that I was crazy. The whispers stop when I don't hold the skull, but if I were to set the skull down, who knows if someone else would pick it up and be tormented by the things I hear. I must suffer this alone.
. . .
I have tied the skull to me for safekeeping. Imelda and Tansidian have been acting worried about me keeping to myself in my tent. Eriae comes knocking, asking me to partake in the tonics... I can't allow my guard down around anyone, even him. I can't let anyone know about this. I can't subject them to this cursed object, this disgusting thing. The skull whispers secrets to me, and no one else seems to hear it. Is me where to find Him. No name, just... Him. I feel full of dread, but is it the constant unearthly whispers? Is it the lack of sleep? The whispers have started to say my name. It knows things about me. I am afraid.
. . .
It's gotten worse. The skull is in my head. I know where He is. If I tell the others, they will wonder how I knew. No. I must guide them. Yes, I must guide them to find Him. We need to find Him. He needs to be out. I need to be sneaky. The skull tells me so. I must keep out of sight, in the shadows... need to manipulate and pull the strings, sneaky sneaky sneaky sneaky sneaky
. . .
I am beginning to worry about some of my past entries. I don't remember writing them, I don't remember what I do after writing them, I am scared. Everyone distrusts me now, I can see their eyes watching me whenever I emerge from my tent. I don't know who to turn to, I should have been honest with them from the start... I can feel myself slipping again.
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