Camelot
(#81772720)
Level 1 Imperial
Familiar
Charcoal Sprangyroo
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Energy: 46/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Light.
Female Imperial
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
26.17 m
Wingspan
18.13 m
Weight
7266.15 kg
Genetics
Driftwood
Jaguar
Jaguar
Slate
Shimmer
Shimmer
Sanguine
Glimmer
Glimmer
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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 C A M E L O T 
BARGHEST LORE AND LINEAGE PROJECT
GENERATION III ROE'S LINE 
"To the victor. . ."
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The entry is written in faded ink, a date scrawled at the top of the page next to a short title that reads “To the Victor”. It is the account of one Margaret Lacrosse regarding two strange rings found at an estate sale. I am in the business of procuring antiques. I’m a dealer in anything rare and unique that I can purchase and turn a profit on in auction. I work with an archeologist named Sally Clark who helps with appraisals on some of the objects that I find and we sell them together at auctions out of a small warehouse on the outskirts of the Blacksand Annex. I am writing this because a few months back I came into possession of a pair of rather strange objects. They were rings comprised of a solid gold band inlaid with a series of sparkling red rubies. I thought them rather pretty when I first stumbled upon them. I found them at a sale of belongings from an old estate, the previous owner of which had recently passed away. Still I found it unusual that they had not been amongst the other jewelry. Instead, I found them in a dusty wooden box that looked as if it had not been opened in years. Still more peculiar was that the seller, a grandson of the late owner, frowned when he saw them. I inquired if something were the matter, but he only said that he simply did not recognize the rings nor the box from among his grandmothers possessions. I purchased both rings for a rather fair price along with several other items from the sale. Sally was enthusiastic as always to review the new acquisitions. It was a good haul of old jewelry and trinkets, many of which were worth far more than I’d picked them up for. Still, Sally seemed puzzled as she inspected the rings. “The design is unlike anything I’ve seen before” she muttered as she turned one of the golden bands in her fingers while staring at it through the magnification of a jewelry loupe. The rubies sparkled gently under the bright lights. “I’m really not sure how much these would be worth” she said suddenly. “Certainly the materials are genuine, but they don’t quite fit the craftsmanship of any particular era so they are difficult to date. I’ll look into the inscription and see if that gives us any clues” The writing on the inside of each band was so extravagant I had overlooked it as a design at first. I now saw Sally’s notes, several words jotted down under the item number for each of the rings. “To the victor” “Go the spoils”. Sally’s search for more information on the rings turned up fruitless and the following week I placed the rings up for sale at a price just above what I had paid initially. They were purchased rather quickly by an older gentleman by the name of Henry Reever and his partner, Anne. I recall them each slipping a ring onto their finger and admiring the sparkle of the rubies before they set off. It was a few days later that I heard the news. A horrible story that Anne Reever had suddenly passed away. I was shocked at the time, but even more so when Henry slammed the door to the warehouse open despite the closed sign hanging out front. “You have to take them back” he was panicked as he threw the rings towards me. I noted for a moment that one of Henry’s hands was tightly bandaged, but I didn’t have time to reply or inquire before he fled the shop. I inspected the rings once more, noting that they both were flecked with a dried substance that I immediately suspected was blood. I was rather hesitant to sell those rings again after that, so I decided to keep them instead. It was a few months later that I had a date over who happened upon the rings and commented on how lovely they were. Her name was Bianca Lemoine, a Spiral who worked as an actress and singer. I was hesitant when she asked if she might try one on and perhaps I should have been more insistent that she not at the time. I remember her smiling as she slipped the golden band onto her finger… then frowning as she tried to remove it and found the thing stuck tightly in place. “I’m so sorry” she stammered, “I didn’t think it was this tight going on”. I sighed, “it’s alright, I have a ring cutter in the basement, we can remove it”. When I returned a few minutes later, I found that my date had disappeared along with the ring. The second ring was missing as well. I know you think this is probably another conn story and the thought that Bianca had simply stolen the rings did cross my mind numerous times. I suppose it’s still possible, but something in my gut tells me that it was more so the the rings that stole her. I started having strange dreams too. Dreams about a lone knight standing in an area, ready to face something lurking in the shadows. Those words from the rings echo in my mind then. “To the victor… go the spoils”. Though I imagine in a challenge between a mortal and a monster, the victor is always rather obvious. We were able to get in touch with Margaret regarding her statement, but found that she had nothing more to add at the time save that she had not seen Bianca or the rings since the incident described in her account. The same strange dream still plagued her as well. We did verify that a singer by the name of Bianca Lemoine had gone missing from the Blacksand Annex several months prior with no sign of any rings found amidst her belongings. Interestingly, we were able to speak briefly with Henry Reever as well. He seemed nervous when asked about the rings, noting that it was best to stay away from them as they caused bad dreams. We couldn't help but notice that Henry was also missing the fourth finger on his left hand.
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