Frankie
(#92650122)
Level 1 Obelisk
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Energy: 46/50
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
15.07 m
Wingspan
15.18 m
Weight
6004.12 kg
Genetics
Sanddollar
Chrysocolla
Chrysocolla
Sunshine
Foam
Foam
Sky
Stained
Stained
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Obelisk
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
8
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
6
INT
5
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
In the dead center of the village known as Lanternlea Port, your eyes are drawn to one small structure. It looks to be a village home, but it's lit up brightly and you can see that there are several small hatchlings frolicking in and around the abode. You venture further. There's a sign out front, it reads “Frankie's” and you assume it is open to the public, pushing the door open cautiously.
The inside, upon entering, is brightly lit with candles and lamps galore. The level of brightness could easily light up half of the Terraclae, if kept on at night. Most of the hatchlings don't pay mind to you, a few greet you in a friendly tone, and you decide to keep walking.
The walls are solid, smooth stone with murals and carvings covering the larger portions of them, some spilling over onto the ceiling and floor.
Everywhere you look is decorated loosely with books, gemstones, and miscellaneous trinkets. At one corner of the room is a doorway, and next to that sits a white ball-jointed bogsneak. It's empty eyesockets are unsettling.
The next room is smaller, and you can barely make out a lump of a dragon, with soft, muted colors and patterns scattered over them. It's a young obelisk, sitting at a desk with a tiny fae hatchling sitting on her lap while she shuffles through books, making notes on the pages occasionally. She notices you and smiles, “Come.”
You approach the strange, pale obelisk and she picks up a dictionary, reading from it.
The inside, upon entering, is brightly lit with candles and lamps galore. The level of brightness could easily light up half of the Terraclae, if kept on at night. Most of the hatchlings don't pay mind to you, a few greet you in a friendly tone, and you decide to keep walking.
The walls are solid, smooth stone with murals and carvings covering the larger portions of them, some spilling over onto the ceiling and floor.
Everywhere you look is decorated loosely with books, gemstones, and miscellaneous trinkets. At one corner of the room is a doorway, and next to that sits a white ball-jointed bogsneak. It's empty eyesockets are unsettling.
The next room is smaller, and you can barely make out a lump of a dragon, with soft, muted colors and patterns scattered over them. It's a young obelisk, sitting at a desk with a tiny fae hatchling sitting on her lap while she shuffles through books, making notes on the pages occasionally. She notices you and smiles, “Come.”
You approach the strange, pale obelisk and she picks up a dictionary, reading from it.
“Fodder, noun. Inferior or readily available material used to supply a heavy demand.
Insulting, isn't it?
My name is Frankie. I take in hatchlings and I find them new homes, after they've been sold off as fodder for the gods. Would you like to take a look around? They don't bite. Well, most of them.”
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Insect stocks are currently depleted.
This dragon doesn't eat Meat.
Seafood stocks are currently depleted.
This dragon doesn't eat Plants.
Exalting Frankie 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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