Alba

Alba twisted through the frozen halls, narrowly avoiding every icicle and guard with grace. She bounced off of one wall to another, kicking down door after door.

She flew outside, but it’s not over yet. Alba went by every watchtower with ease, almost like Alba was a fearless dove, bursting its wings into the air. She looked at the makeshift ice pick on her wings, using it to make a tiny enough hole for Alba’s head to wiggle through with ease, as the guards behind her slowly flew closer.

Alba wriggled herself out of the hole just in time to dodge a Guardian’s claws. She flew out into the blizzard outside, hoping that it’d hide her for long enough. She whooshed above the Trading Post, floating towards the tall mountainscape in the distance.

After a few hours and some very close calls, Alba noticed the snowy and cold ground slowly turning more pink, the Twisting Crescendo raging on to the east. A few crystals started to poke out of the floes, and the Starwood Strand was right ahead.

She walked around the Starwood Strand, keeping close to the trees. The sky has turned into a swirl of pinks and yellows by now, looking like a river underneath the blossoms. Alba stood still, listening to the leaves rustle in the small winds.

Alba pressed on, and a lair carved into a larger crystal caught her eye.
The sign said ‘’The Nebulaclan welcomes you with open arms’’ with small Arcane symbols on either side.

She knocked onto the huge door, and waited.

A few moments passed, and a purple Nocturne dragon with droopy eyes, a staff and an emblem much like hers(but with an Arcane symbol) opened the door.
‘’Greetings, do you need anything?’’ the Nocturne murmured, looking towards Alba.

She explained how she needed a place to hide for some time. The nocturne carefully listened to her entire tale, and let Alba inside.


Alba is a master escapist, a bit arrogant and cold, but uplifting and bold. She has once stolen a precious artifact and escaped from many prisons, and has found a place to hide in the Nebulaclan.