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Aino

(#84434006)

The only one left to fight.

Woodsong

Bamboo Phytocat

Energy: 48/50

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Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

7.34 m

Wingspan

5.57 m

Weight

727.98 kg

Genetics

Fern
Basic

Sunshine
Basic

Sanddollar
Basic

Hatchday

Feb 26, 2023
(1 year)

Breed

Adult
Bogsneak

Eye Type

Lightning
Unusual

Level 6 Bogsneak

EXP: 1212 / 8380

STR

AGI

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QCK

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Lineage

Parents

none

Offspring

none

Biography

SNOWED IN • A Coliseum Challenge by Yote & Parallax - the rules as follows

• Team must consist of all Gen One dragons, one of which is ungened.
• Only items obtained in Coliseum loot may be used.
• Selling loot is the only way to buy outside items.
• Every notable occurrence must spark a lore entry.
• Dragons may not die when they are downed, but it must be reported.
• Fight, become the strongest, reach the end.

A little bit of backstory!
You're here in my lair, but here's my partner, Parallax!
This is just a fun challenge that we put together while stuck in our dorm due to a wild snowstorm. It's inspired by a few Coliseum Nuzlockes, all mixed up. Challenge began on 2/25/23 when all the dragons were hatched.

AINO'S JOURNAL

Once thought to be forever, the great tree is dying. A sickness has stricken her roots, a disease flows through the gladeveins. Bark peels away, leaves cascade in great upheavals as though the forest wheezes and coughs. Markets fall and stories go unheard as waters run dark and red. All that is left in the wake is a broken lair, the hopes and treasures of dragons lost, weary old bodies struggling to pick up the pieces.

It is then when the sentries arrive, voices like blades against stone. From their cove, deep beneath the heart of the glade, they bring aid in what they can. Promise of renewal, a cure to this ailment, a passing to this storm. The eldest among the trees engages in long conversations of both worry and thanks, until at last a plan is made. From nothing, the elders conjure a single egg, raised by the sentries.

She is imbued with the bravery and strength of an entire lair, with all the magic they have left, emboldened by the eons of wild growth that has come before her. When she hatches, she is strong, full of life and vigor. Generations that have called this forest home shower her with knowledge, knowing that her venture will bring inspirations if nothing else. There is strange storm raging behind her eyes as she charges into the unknown, tailed by the great sentries, searching for treasures and victory.

"May the Gladekeeper wish wellness on us all."

Level One
3/5/2023 - The bumbles here are overgrown, noisy. They buzz constantly, a hum rolls over the grassy hills, almost nauseating. Mice and moths stand in the way, fluttering on a breeze that breathes in fresh and clean. When the fighting is over, the quiet returns and we move on together, dusted in butterfly scales, licking our wounds.

Level Two
3/5/2023 - Pretty things get lost in the fray at times, half-buried, caked in blood and dirt. I enjoy pulling them free, cleaning them gently with my paws, and storing them away. We are lucky to have found anything, but especially a pair of potions, having toppled out of a mith's bag. It is a marvel they did not hit the ground and shatter. The scarlet red beauties will do us good in an emergency.

Level Three
3/5/2023 - Chipskinks have come out of their dens to fight now. They bite harder than the mice, move quicker than the moths, thought thankfully cannot fly as the puffs do. When one is defeated, it seems three more come to avenge the fallen.

First Team Wipe
We were quickly overtaken, as we encountered several hoards of them back to back. Even with Undertide swiftness, and a Bogsneak's constitution, we fell. It was after sunfall that we carried on, having rested and secured our things.

Level Four
3/5/2023 - The brooch I found has brought me fortune, it would seem! The jewelwings, with their serrated beaks and sharp talons, have caught the glint of it in the light and fled. Masterful metalworking sits proudly pinned to my pack, and to my delight, has charmed one of them. It landed nearby, curiously perked its head and flapped its wings, before coming to perch right on my paw. I have named her Peace, after the very thing we venture for.

Level Five
3/5/2023 - We have finally fought our way to the treeline, chasing after the sunset. The fields becomme dark quickly when you near the forest, as the sunbeams get caught behind the trees. While making camp, so that we did not have to fight in the twilight, we came across an abandoned cockatrice nest. I've taken the last remaining egg with me. I feel some kind of...kinship with the little lost thing.

Level Six
3/5/2023 - The little egg hatched a few battles into the afternoon, much to the surprise of the sentries. Cleaver said it would not hatch, while Reaper said it would take much longer, but they now hush and whisper about some innate magic. They believe it courses through me still, even after all this way from home.

It makes me laugh when they bicker, biting at one another with hisses and snarls in a language I don't quite understand. The words are ancient, and sounds like the clatter of swords, but they never wish to harm one another. In fact, their argument wavered to nothing when the little chick began to chirp and squawk. As we sat to rest and care for the thing, so to was the attention of a phytocat attracted.

At first, of course, we were weary; but it then began to sing. Wind whistled and flowed through the bamboo, calming not only us, but the crying of the cockatrice. It has followed us since, offering us both companionship and a delightfully mellow tune to sing songs to. The gentle deerscare-like sound is a nice distraction from the smell of smoke, and the lifting of embers on the horizon.

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