Oblivion
(#881917)
Level 7 Mirror
Familiar
Gladegift Ambassador
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Energy: 49/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Nature.
Male Mirror
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
6.44 m
Wingspan
6.52 m
Weight
723.22 kg
Genetics
Midnight
Poison
Poison
Black
Paisley
Paisley
Aqua
Gembond
Gembond
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 7 Mirror
EXP: 1115 / 11881
STR
32
AGI
9
DEF
5
QCK
17
INT
6
VIT
12
MND
6
Biography
Oblivion
Even strangers note how openminded and amiable Oblivion is, particularly given his position. The old mirror was once a Treewarden, the guard order that both protected and contained the Pox Consulate. And he wasn't always a mirror either.
Ages ago, he was a young spiral racing through the undergrowth and canopy, growing branches to support his leaps and flights. Clever, quick, and magically adept, but also friendly and unburdened by generational mistrust due to his ice parentage, he was picked out for training by the order after a multiclan race that he placed in.
Other trainees were weeded out for any number of reasons: lack of discipline, hidden grudges, health issues caused by the exposure to plague toxins required by their role. They were to be protectors and jailers of a powerful plague dragon, and all native plague dragons carried some sort of latent infection. It was not a job for anything less than the most robust. Oblivion made the cut through tenacity and enjoyment of the cycling cast of characters that inhabited the embassy.
His life became interesting when *ambassador name* moved into the consulate. He was a small imperial, so pale in color one would think he'd caught coatl's bane somehow. He was clever, witty, and far more congenial than the last ambassador, and Oblivion was looking forward to that decade.
Two surviving daughters from a plague nest, Mate (water) still active as gen 3 spiral, parents exalted, second child, 6th gen, was a spiral.
Member of the Nature armistice guard. Still magically active. Took up the breedchange to Plague's native on a bet from a previous ambassador. Now geckofeet! 4520 years of armistice, each ambassador serving 10 years. Start the story with them meeting, male ambassador, incongruously colored, spiral or imp. Out of a job now that the Consulate is being consumed? Sent to the border?
Gladegift Ambassador
If you like the concept of the Tree Wardens, please feel free to use it in your own lore! Just send me a message, I'd love to keep a record of Oblivion's coworkers.
The Retired Treewarden
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Even strangers note how openminded and amiable Oblivion is, particularly given his position. The old mirror was once a Treewarden, the guard order that both protected and contained the Pox Consulate. And he wasn't always a mirror either.
Ages ago, he was a young spiral racing through the undergrowth and canopy, growing branches to support his leaps and flights. Clever, quick, and magically adept, but also friendly and unburdened by generational mistrust due to his ice parentage, he was picked out for training by the order after a multiclan race that he placed in.
Other trainees were weeded out for any number of reasons: lack of discipline, hidden grudges, health issues caused by the exposure to plague toxins required by their role. They were to be protectors and jailers of a powerful plague dragon, and all native plague dragons carried some sort of latent infection. It was not a job for anything less than the most robust. Oblivion made the cut through tenacity and enjoyment of the cycling cast of characters that inhabited the embassy.
His life became interesting when *ambassador name* moved into the consulate. He was a small imperial, so pale in color one would think he'd caught coatl's bane somehow. He was clever, witty, and far more congenial than the last ambassador, and Oblivion was looking forward to that decade.
Two surviving daughters from a plague nest, Mate (water) still active as gen 3 spiral, parents exalted, second child, 6th gen, was a spiral.
Member of the Nature armistice guard. Still magically active. Took up the breedchange to Plague's native on a bet from a previous ambassador. Now geckofeet! 4520 years of armistice, each ambassador serving 10 years. Start the story with them meeting, male ambassador, incongruously colored, spiral or imp. Out of a job now that the Consulate is being consumed? Sent to the border?
Gladegift Ambassador
If you like the concept of the Tree Wardens, please feel free to use it in your own lore! Just send me a message, I'd love to keep a record of Oblivion's coworkers.
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Exalting Oblivion to the service of the Lightweaver will remove them from your lair forever. They will leave behind a small sum of riches that they have accumulated. This action is irreversible.
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