Hel
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Level 25 Aether
Familiar
Teleporting Planesrunner
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Arcane.
Female Aether
This dragon is an ancient breed.
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Personal Style
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Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.31 m
Wingspan
6.21 m
Weight
532.4 kg
Genetics
Banana
Flaunt (Aether)
Flaunt (Aether)
Banana
Flair (Aether)
Flair (Aether)
Blackberry
Monarch (Aether)
Monarch (Aether)
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Aether
Max Level
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
7
QCK
6
INT
6
VIT
6
MND
7
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
Clan Leader| Devout Priestess | Archmage
Paid 7,000
"When your deity beckons you for a research experiment...well, you go. Even if you end up falling from space while being burnt alive."
Mission Journal Page 1
The desire for research filling our vision and expanding in our beating hearts, we swim in the divine black of the heavens as the Astrolab ascends further than any of us could have ever anticipated. In starlit infinity, we giggle amongst friends and float without using our wings. For a moment I pondered if this is how the Maren swimming in the vast kelp beds felt...? Limitless, free. Only they were confined; damned forever to stay on Sornieth.
I feared that I would miss the planet I called home, but as we drift further and further away with only stars to guide us, I know one thing for certain; My soul and heart is now at rest, I am finally home.
My eyes grow tired, my mind still racing with all the infinite research possibilities. Where do I begin...?
Mission Journal Page 245
Others meddle, or amuse themselves in callous ways but I am still devout to my research. The idea of time has become malleable to me. We have learned so much in so little time, sometimes I ponder the ideal of cloning myself. Even then, would I be able to unlock all the universes secrets? We have passed planets made of solid gasses and every material imaginable. How I wish we could disembark and explore them.... For now, I have theories on how these planets operate to keep me content and hold back the urge to build a detachable craft.
Mission Journal Page 10,981
I have ascended to the rank of Archmage, a privilege only bestowed on few. Nevertheless, I missed the celebration for it in leu of devoting more energy into my research. However I cannot help but felt a tinge of guilt. On Sornieth, the Arcanist would've attended such celebrations to bestow the honor upon me, yet here in space there was no Arcanist, only memories.
"...we’ve begun an uncontrolled reentry into the atmosphere-"
The words were a mere blur in the back of my mind as I raced passed the panicked and fleeing, I needed to make sure my research was protected! Decades of valuable information, it could set us back generations. At the cost of my own life and despite feeling the force of gravity pulling me down as we reentered the atmosphere, I preserved. In my own foolishness, I did not sense the burst of magical energy coming towards me. As if it were my body's natural reaction, I felt a condensed mass of arcane energy surround me in a protective orb. The leather bound journal was inches from my claws before reacting energies thrust me backwards and away from my journal. Who would be foolish enough to set off an bomb...? Before my eyes, I witnessed my life's work evaporate into thin air along with the entirety of my workshop as blinding pink blinded my surroundings.
My research, all gone within seconds. I wanted to lower my shield and succumb but one thought kept me going-- surely there were others who had succeeded in saving there research. I closed my eyes, focusing on feeling there auras. My magical slowly encased them in a protective shell. I could feel feel the ship breaking apart all around me, my mana depleting rapidly. Then came the freefall.
I was once again weightless as I fell from the sky. Barely able to open my eyes, I saw the last of the Astrolab disintegrate much like my journal had earlier. Around me I could see the soft glow of magenta spheres, glowing softly like fireflies. I had save them from the blast, but my magic waned as we plummeted towards the ocean. I could feel blackness nipping at the edge of my mind as I struggled to contain my own volatile magic. I had pressed myself to my limits, the magic beginning to sear my skin as it became more unstable. The protection wouldn't last much longer. How many had I saved only to drown in the ocean...? My magic was becoming more and more unpredictable by the second but I knew there was only one way to save us.
With my last remaining breath, I mumbled a teleportation spell.
Where am I...?
Oh....
That's right.
We have returned to Sornieth.
My heart shatters as memories flood my brain.
Was it...Was it all a dream?
No, no, no it can't be!
Journal Page 1
It has been weeks, months, maybe years since we arrived back on Sorneith. I awoke, my heart heavy with grief. It appears I had been out for some quite time, as one my former colleges eyes glistened with delight upon seeing me. My memory is foggy, as I try to recall her name.
" Ereshkigal!" She happily reminded me. "And you are Hel!"
That name... my name. They weren't right, but in the same moment they were. I just nodded, still feeling defeat. I just want to be left alone.
Journal Page 2
It seems the spell landed us in the thick of the shadow territory. All around us is fog thicker than any cloud I have studied. I know for certain I never deviated from the path I took, my tail dragged behind me to confirm I was walking in a straight line, yet I reentered camp from the southside. I looked down to see my tracks in the soft dirt, confirming my suspicions. It was as if I had walked around the planet in mere minutes.
I sniffed the air, sensing no magic or illusionary. What kind of cruel joke was this? I took off in a mad dash, only to have the same thing happen. Frustration grew with every pass of the camp, Ereshkigal waving at me every time.
I finally took flight, only for the same thing to happen. I would exit the east side, to reenter the west side. Exit the northside and reenter the southside. Has the Arcanist forsaken us...?
Journal Page 21
Today, an odd pink colored dragon came to our little settlement. They offered no answers, only offered to sell us anything our hearts could desire. Many clan members bought from her, or put in requests which she assured us she could fulfill.
I'm not entirely sure we can trust her....
I attempted to conceal myself as I followed her, but it was as if she vanished into the fog itself. Why can she leave and go as she pleases...?
Journal Page 45
What was meant to be a temporary camp has turned into one of permeant residency. I used to pride myself on my magic skills, yet, I cannot seem to break this curse. But as a dedicated scientist, I will not falter. I will return to the Arcanist and beg his forgiveness, become a devout priestess once again.
For now, I have installed a small enchanted stone podium. I have assigned all of us who reside here there own room key. All they have to do his lay there claw on it and it should react with there aura, including myself. The user should be teleported to there own 'room'.
I have noticed some of the other clan members have undergone some....changes. One more noticeable is their brilliant arcane eyes have shifted to that of other flights. I have begun experiments to try and cure them. Luckily, the weird merchant will offer lost souls in exchange for some coin so that I can perfect the cure.
Journal page 67
The merchant proved fruitful in providing the items I requested, a glass shard used in the observatory's own telescope. I have finally done it.
It is not perfect but my room has finally taken on an appearance all to familiar to my soul. I can float once again in space, comforted by the stars I can longer see due to the fog. I know it is an illusion but I can't help by let my imagination run wild. I close my eyes and float amongst the galaxies I once feverishly documented and observed.
For a moment I relax. Tomorrow I will continue my experiements.
You flip through the book, only to discover many pages look to have been ripped out, except for the very page which reads:
Journal page 5,789
I just want to go home....
Paid 7,000
"When your deity beckons you for a research experiment...well, you go. Even if you end up falling from space while being burnt alive."
Mission Journal Page 1
The desire for research filling our vision and expanding in our beating hearts, we swim in the divine black of the heavens as the Astrolab ascends further than any of us could have ever anticipated. In starlit infinity, we giggle amongst friends and float without using our wings. For a moment I pondered if this is how the Maren swimming in the vast kelp beds felt...? Limitless, free. Only they were confined; damned forever to stay on Sornieth.
I feared that I would miss the planet I called home, but as we drift further and further away with only stars to guide us, I know one thing for certain; My soul and heart is now at rest, I am finally home.
My eyes grow tired, my mind still racing with all the infinite research possibilities. Where do I begin...?
Mission Journal Page 245
Others meddle, or amuse themselves in callous ways but I am still devout to my research. The idea of time has become malleable to me. We have learned so much in so little time, sometimes I ponder the ideal of cloning myself. Even then, would I be able to unlock all the universes secrets? We have passed planets made of solid gasses and every material imaginable. How I wish we could disembark and explore them.... For now, I have theories on how these planets operate to keep me content and hold back the urge to build a detachable craft.
Mission Journal Page 10,981
I have ascended to the rank of Archmage, a privilege only bestowed on few. Nevertheless, I missed the celebration for it in leu of devoting more energy into my research. However I cannot help but felt a tinge of guilt. On Sornieth, the Arcanist would've attended such celebrations to bestow the honor upon me, yet here in space there was no Arcanist, only memories.
"...we’ve begun an uncontrolled reentry into the atmosphere-"
The words were a mere blur in the back of my mind as I raced passed the panicked and fleeing, I needed to make sure my research was protected! Decades of valuable information, it could set us back generations. At the cost of my own life and despite feeling the force of gravity pulling me down as we reentered the atmosphere, I preserved. In my own foolishness, I did not sense the burst of magical energy coming towards me. As if it were my body's natural reaction, I felt a condensed mass of arcane energy surround me in a protective orb. The leather bound journal was inches from my claws before reacting energies thrust me backwards and away from my journal. Who would be foolish enough to set off an bomb...? Before my eyes, I witnessed my life's work evaporate into thin air along with the entirety of my workshop as blinding pink blinded my surroundings.
My research, all gone within seconds. I wanted to lower my shield and succumb but one thought kept me going-- surely there were others who had succeeded in saving there research. I closed my eyes, focusing on feeling there auras. My magical slowly encased them in a protective shell. I could feel feel the ship breaking apart all around me, my mana depleting rapidly. Then came the freefall.
I was once again weightless as I fell from the sky. Barely able to open my eyes, I saw the last of the Astrolab disintegrate much like my journal had earlier. Around me I could see the soft glow of magenta spheres, glowing softly like fireflies. I had save them from the blast, but my magic waned as we plummeted towards the ocean. I could feel blackness nipping at the edge of my mind as I struggled to contain my own volatile magic. I had pressed myself to my limits, the magic beginning to sear my skin as it became more unstable. The protection wouldn't last much longer. How many had I saved only to drown in the ocean...? My magic was becoming more and more unpredictable by the second but I knew there was only one way to save us.
With my last remaining breath, I mumbled a teleportation spell.
Where am I...?
Oh....
That's right.
We have returned to Sornieth.
My heart shatters as memories flood my brain.
Was it...Was it all a dream?
No, no, no it can't be!
Journal Page 1
It has been weeks, months, maybe years since we arrived back on Sorneith. I awoke, my heart heavy with grief. It appears I had been out for some quite time, as one my former colleges eyes glistened with delight upon seeing me. My memory is foggy, as I try to recall her name.
" Ereshkigal!" She happily reminded me. "And you are Hel!"
That name... my name. They weren't right, but in the same moment they were. I just nodded, still feeling defeat. I just want to be left alone.
Journal Page 2
It seems the spell landed us in the thick of the shadow territory. All around us is fog thicker than any cloud I have studied. I know for certain I never deviated from the path I took, my tail dragged behind me to confirm I was walking in a straight line, yet I reentered camp from the southside. I looked down to see my tracks in the soft dirt, confirming my suspicions. It was as if I had walked around the planet in mere minutes.
I sniffed the air, sensing no magic or illusionary. What kind of cruel joke was this? I took off in a mad dash, only to have the same thing happen. Frustration grew with every pass of the camp, Ereshkigal waving at me every time.
I finally took flight, only for the same thing to happen. I would exit the east side, to reenter the west side. Exit the northside and reenter the southside. Has the Arcanist forsaken us...?
Journal Page 21
Today, an odd pink colored dragon came to our little settlement. They offered no answers, only offered to sell us anything our hearts could desire. Many clan members bought from her, or put in requests which she assured us she could fulfill.
I'm not entirely sure we can trust her....
I attempted to conceal myself as I followed her, but it was as if she vanished into the fog itself. Why can she leave and go as she pleases...?
Journal Page 45
What was meant to be a temporary camp has turned into one of permeant residency. I used to pride myself on my magic skills, yet, I cannot seem to break this curse. But as a dedicated scientist, I will not falter. I will return to the Arcanist and beg his forgiveness, become a devout priestess once again.
For now, I have installed a small enchanted stone podium. I have assigned all of us who reside here there own room key. All they have to do his lay there claw on it and it should react with there aura, including myself. The user should be teleported to there own 'room'.
I have noticed some of the other clan members have undergone some....changes. One more noticeable is their brilliant arcane eyes have shifted to that of other flights. I have begun experiments to try and cure them. Luckily, the weird merchant will offer lost souls in exchange for some coin so that I can perfect the cure.
Journal page 67
The merchant proved fruitful in providing the items I requested, a glass shard used in the observatory's own telescope. I have finally done it.
It is not perfect but my room has finally taken on an appearance all to familiar to my soul. I can float once again in space, comforted by the stars I can longer see due to the fog. I know it is an illusion but I can't help by let my imagination run wild. I close my eyes and float amongst the galaxies I once feverishly documented and observed.
For a moment I relax. Tomorrow I will continue my experiements.
You flip through the book, only to discover many pages look to have been ripped out, except for the very page which reads:
Journal page 5,789
I just want to go home....
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