Hil
(#93623396)
{she/her} Innkeeper of Wayward Keep | Traveller Tracker
Familiar
Mottled Buttersnake
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Energy: 45/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Earth.
Female Auraboa
This dragon is an ancient breed.
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Personal Style
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Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
17.46 m
Wingspan
13.22 m
Weight
3866.44 kg
Genetics
Tarnish
Harlequin (Auraboa)
Harlequin (Auraboa)
Denim
Riopa (Auraboa)
Riopa (Auraboa)
Ivory
Opal (Auraboa)
Opal (Auraboa)
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Auraboa
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
5
AGI
6
DEF
5
QCK
7
INT
8
VIT
6
MND
8
Biography
Hil, Moi, Muu or Nihl
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KIEL
Uh-oh, looks like this canner wandered a little too far from their home lair (452562, Hyzenthlaay), and now they’re off to see the world! If ever you feel the need to exalt them, we'd really appreciate it if you instead could just return them to their original home via the Crossroads, send them off in the 'Dragons Off To See The World' thread (warning, you will get another traveler in return if you do this), or if you don’t want another traveler in return, this rest hub. You can also adopt them permanently if you don’t want them leaving your lair - just contact Hyzenthlaay and let her know (it’s good for her notes)!
Many people have worked very hard on this traveling dragon, and exalting them would be an absolute shame. Please don’t do it!
His claws flick blood across the top of the aluminum cans, fast and hot from the quick of ground nails. This is the price of quick work. Slow work means slow business, and so too does quick on the occasion that the Sornieth economy has taken a downturn. But Kiel has been assured by the silent bosses that business is as usual, fluid macrophage through consumption's pulse and a headless fish in the walrus' feed bucket. The cans are as empty as ever. Matter is subject to will. Kiel takes his marker and scribbles the guarantee on each. "One Can of Pure Joy!" "One Rainy Day!" "One Finger Kiss From Mom!"
Kiel has never opened one of the cans. Kiel has never dared. All he does is travel the length of Sornieth, Bottling The Experiences the silent bosses ask of him. From the corners of festivals and the brimstone of funeral he peers through your clan, raking it for profit with those bloody fingers...
(Record Kiel’s worklog below.)
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Volrin - The Purified Temple
Kiel had spent a long time in the presence of "The Spirited Lady" circus troupe, bottling the Experiences that the silent bosses requested. But his presence was beginning to cause more unease as of late -- dragons were starting to take notice of him, more than before. They now would interrupt their activities to awkwardly disperse when he approached them, making his task of collecting unnecessarily difficult. His production was beginning to slow... the bosses would not be pleased...
The Coatl would have to move on.
With the silent bosses advising his next course of action, as always, Kiel brought his work along with him to the Sunbeam Ruins, where he found himself at home with a clan residing in the Hewn City. They were an accommodating bunch, and while none of them could really understand his tin cans or the purpose of his work, they still provided Kiel with his own work quarters where the Coatl could focus on his canning in peace and quiet.
...or at least, what SHOULD have been in peace and quiet, before some strange, unnaturally-vibrant green Spiral took interest in Kiel, and started pestering the Coatl at every available opportunity. It made Kiel's job of bottling Experiences frustrating once again, this time because this strange 'Actinium' dragon couldn't keep his maw shut! His constant noisy intrusion made Kiel's task of observing the clan's dragons unnoticed, uninterrupted, almost impossible. Kiel resigned himself to staying in his room, finishing the cans he already had started, before he supposed he would have to be rid of this clan as well and move on to the next.
Even in his working quarters, however, Kiel could not be rid of the intruder. How was Actinium even managing to get in his room without making a sound, or even touching the door? Kiel was slightly intrigued, despite himself, but he made sure to quash that feeling down right quick. He had no time for gallavanting about with others, no matter how mysterious and peculiar he might find them; Kiel was a businessdragon, and he had his vital merchandise to think about. His tin cans -- and most of all, his silent bosses -- would always come first.
Despite Actinium making no progress in winning the Coatl over, Kiel noted with frustration that the Spiral was still as flirtatious and brazen as ever. He was unreceptive to any and all of Actinium's advances -- at times ignoring him intentionally, and others just too engrossed in his work to even notice the other's presence. It wasn't until Actinium asked Kiel if he had ever considered the prospect of having a travelling partner, someone to share the burdens of money, food, and luggage with, that the Coatl finally perked up a little.
"If I said yes to your offer, and we travelled to my next destination together, would you help me carry my tin cans?" The Coatl asked. He cringed at the pain in his throat, how hoarse and scratchy his voice had become from ages of silence.
"Abso-toot-ly!" Actinium beamed back at Kiel. "I'd even help you sell 'em at trading posts, if you could use the extra claw. If... ah... that's what you DO with them, anyways."
"I'm not so sure that would be necessary --" Kiel snapped, refuting the idea a bit fast. Damn. That would probably make the Spiral a little suspicious... "-- ahem... but if I did accept your offer to become a 'travelling duo,' as it were, would that be enough for you to offer me your silence in return? I don't think I've had a moment's peace since you first took 'interest' in me. I would appreciate the help, but the ensuing headache may not be worth it."
"Oh boo, you're no fun. But if it's what the sir needs, then my jaws are sealed. Ish." Actinium flaked a bit mid-sentence. Kiel could only assume that his intruder had next to no experience actually keeping his maw shut for a few minutes at a time. This could be entertaining...
...or annoying.
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The next morning, Kiel and Actinium were off. The Coatl now observed his new assistant with great intrigue, which he tried to mask under his usual aloof demeanour, so as to not humour the Spiral -- and he failed, so Actinium's heart was aglow with joy at finally earning the attention of his newest crush, try as Kiel might to deny it.
Actinium was proving quite hard to take his eyes off of, once Kiel was actually looking at him and not just baring down at the same silvery cans he assembled day in and day out. "I, erm..." Kiel started, searching for the least complimentary words that he knew, "I hadn't noticed before, that you, ah... glowed...?"
"I glow when I'm happy," Actinium practically squealed his reply. Kiel continued to observe the Spiral quietly, as Actinium carefully pulled a cart of the Coatl's imperative, indispensable tin cans behind him. He was giving this small task his most rapt attention, avoiding even the smallest cracks and bumps in the road ahead of them so as to not disturb the cart's precious cargo. Kiel noted that he probably couldn't have looked after the cans better himself.
Kiel's gaze was drawn to Actinium's decidedly less-than-opaque talons holding the handle of the cart, and then to his strikingly vivid wings and tail, their appearance visibly flickering and wavering like some kind of projection. The Coatl's mounting curiosity finally got the better of him, and he couldn't help himself -- he had to ask.
"Actinium, what... what exactly are you?" The question finally escaped the Coatl's maw. Had the years of monotonous work on his tin cans finally begun to erode at his sanity, or was Kiel really communing with -- with a ghost? A spectre?
"Why, a soft, fuzzy man, of course!" Was the only reply he was granted.
Ainlif - Unnamed Clan
After an extended stay in a small unnamed clan in the windsingers domain and equipped with various new and improved canning equipment, Kiel finally decides to move on.
Kiln - Brass Union
Kiel had never expected the silence to be disturbing. In between his shifts, he'd stop to take a sip of water, or stretch his legs. He had started to dislike these breaks, and found himself taking less and less.
It felt unnatural not to have another body at his side. He almost missed being frustrated at his unknowing accomplice for complacency. But he and Actinium had separated long since the Unnamed clan. The spiral seemed to finally accept his rebukes, and Kiel had never seen him since.
At least work kept him distracted. His personal supplies were running low, and he need refills, pronto. Least the silent bosses find out he'd been slacking. And besides, he supposed he was getting a little home-sick.
While most of his recipes were easy to muster. (The Silent bosses had given him a complicated recipe book long ago), there were occasional cans that required... ingredients of a more uncommon variety. This was just the right time of year to look for them, in the colonnades of dragonhome.
Indeed, while many could easily call his circus act a scam, or a parlour trick, the Silent bosses had reassured him that his canning was an art form.
He decided to prioritize
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Uh-oh, looks like this canner wandered a little too far from their home lair (452562, Hyzenthlaay), and now they’re off to see the world! If ever you feel the need to exalt them, we'd really appreciate it if you instead could just return them to their original home via the Crossroads, send them off in the 'Dragons Off To See The World' thread (warning, you will get another traveler in return if you do this), or if you don’t want another traveler in return, this rest hub. You can also adopt them permanently if you don’t want them leaving your lair - just contact Hyzenthlaay and let her know (it’s good for her notes)!
Many people have worked very hard on this traveling dragon, and exalting them would be an absolute shame. Please don’t do it!
His claws flick blood across the top of the aluminum cans, fast and hot from the quick of ground nails. This is the price of quick work. Slow work means slow business, and so too does quick on the occasion that the Sornieth economy has taken a downturn. But Kiel has been assured by the silent bosses that business is as usual, fluid macrophage through consumption's pulse and a headless fish in the walrus' feed bucket. The cans are as empty as ever. Matter is subject to will. Kiel takes his marker and scribbles the guarantee on each. "One Can of Pure Joy!" "One Rainy Day!" "One Finger Kiss From Mom!"
Kiel has never opened one of the cans. Kiel has never dared. All he does is travel the length of Sornieth, Bottling The Experiences the silent bosses ask of him. From the corners of festivals and the brimstone of funeral he peers through your clan, raking it for profit with those bloody fingers...
(Record Kiel’s worklog below.)
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Volrin - The Purified Temple
Kiel had spent a long time in the presence of "The Spirited Lady" circus troupe, bottling the Experiences that the silent bosses requested. But his presence was beginning to cause more unease as of late -- dragons were starting to take notice of him, more than before. They now would interrupt their activities to awkwardly disperse when he approached them, making his task of collecting unnecessarily difficult. His production was beginning to slow... the bosses would not be pleased...
The Coatl would have to move on.
With the silent bosses advising his next course of action, as always, Kiel brought his work along with him to the Sunbeam Ruins, where he found himself at home with a clan residing in the Hewn City. They were an accommodating bunch, and while none of them could really understand his tin cans or the purpose of his work, they still provided Kiel with his own work quarters where the Coatl could focus on his canning in peace and quiet.
...or at least, what SHOULD have been in peace and quiet, before some strange, unnaturally-vibrant green Spiral took interest in Kiel, and started pestering the Coatl at every available opportunity. It made Kiel's job of bottling Experiences frustrating once again, this time because this strange 'Actinium' dragon couldn't keep his maw shut! His constant noisy intrusion made Kiel's task of observing the clan's dragons unnoticed, uninterrupted, almost impossible. Kiel resigned himself to staying in his room, finishing the cans he already had started, before he supposed he would have to be rid of this clan as well and move on to the next.
Even in his working quarters, however, Kiel could not be rid of the intruder. How was Actinium even managing to get in his room without making a sound, or even touching the door? Kiel was slightly intrigued, despite himself, but he made sure to quash that feeling down right quick. He had no time for gallavanting about with others, no matter how mysterious and peculiar he might find them; Kiel was a businessdragon, and he had his vital merchandise to think about. His tin cans -- and most of all, his silent bosses -- would always come first.
Despite Actinium making no progress in winning the Coatl over, Kiel noted with frustration that the Spiral was still as flirtatious and brazen as ever. He was unreceptive to any and all of Actinium's advances -- at times ignoring him intentionally, and others just too engrossed in his work to even notice the other's presence. It wasn't until Actinium asked Kiel if he had ever considered the prospect of having a travelling partner, someone to share the burdens of money, food, and luggage with, that the Coatl finally perked up a little.
"If I said yes to your offer, and we travelled to my next destination together, would you help me carry my tin cans?" The Coatl asked. He cringed at the pain in his throat, how hoarse and scratchy his voice had become from ages of silence.
"Abso-toot-ly!" Actinium beamed back at Kiel. "I'd even help you sell 'em at trading posts, if you could use the extra claw. If... ah... that's what you DO with them, anyways."
"I'm not so sure that would be necessary --" Kiel snapped, refuting the idea a bit fast. Damn. That would probably make the Spiral a little suspicious... "-- ahem... but if I did accept your offer to become a 'travelling duo,' as it were, would that be enough for you to offer me your silence in return? I don't think I've had a moment's peace since you first took 'interest' in me. I would appreciate the help, but the ensuing headache may not be worth it."
"Oh boo, you're no fun. But if it's what the sir needs, then my jaws are sealed. Ish." Actinium flaked a bit mid-sentence. Kiel could only assume that his intruder had next to no experience actually keeping his maw shut for a few minutes at a time. This could be entertaining...
...or annoying.
...
The next morning, Kiel and Actinium were off. The Coatl now observed his new assistant with great intrigue, which he tried to mask under his usual aloof demeanour, so as to not humour the Spiral -- and he failed, so Actinium's heart was aglow with joy at finally earning the attention of his newest crush, try as Kiel might to deny it.
Actinium was proving quite hard to take his eyes off of, once Kiel was actually looking at him and not just baring down at the same silvery cans he assembled day in and day out. "I, erm..." Kiel started, searching for the least complimentary words that he knew, "I hadn't noticed before, that you, ah... glowed...?"
"I glow when I'm happy," Actinium practically squealed his reply. Kiel continued to observe the Spiral quietly, as Actinium carefully pulled a cart of the Coatl's imperative, indispensable tin cans behind him. He was giving this small task his most rapt attention, avoiding even the smallest cracks and bumps in the road ahead of them so as to not disturb the cart's precious cargo. Kiel noted that he probably couldn't have looked after the cans better himself.
Kiel's gaze was drawn to Actinium's decidedly less-than-opaque talons holding the handle of the cart, and then to his strikingly vivid wings and tail, their appearance visibly flickering and wavering like some kind of projection. The Coatl's mounting curiosity finally got the better of him, and he couldn't help himself -- he had to ask.
"Actinium, what... what exactly are you?" The question finally escaped the Coatl's maw. Had the years of monotonous work on his tin cans finally begun to erode at his sanity, or was Kiel really communing with -- with a ghost? A spectre?
"Why, a soft, fuzzy man, of course!" Was the only reply he was granted.
Ainlif - Unnamed Clan
After an extended stay in a small unnamed clan in the windsingers domain and equipped with various new and improved canning equipment, Kiel finally decides to move on.
Kiln - Brass Union
Kiel had never expected the silence to be disturbing. In between his shifts, he'd stop to take a sip of water, or stretch his legs. He had started to dislike these breaks, and found himself taking less and less.
It felt unnatural not to have another body at his side. He almost missed being frustrated at his unknowing accomplice for complacency. But he and Actinium had separated long since the Unnamed clan. The spiral seemed to finally accept his rebukes, and Kiel had never seen him since.
At least work kept him distracted. His personal supplies were running low, and he need refills, pronto. Least the silent bosses find out he'd been slacking. And besides, he supposed he was getting a little home-sick.
While most of his recipes were easy to muster. (The Silent bosses had given him a complicated recipe book long ago), there were occasional cans that required... ingredients of a more uncommon variety. This was just the right time of year to look for them, in the colonnades of dragonhome.
Indeed, while many could easily call his circus act a scam, or a parlour trick, the Silent bosses had reassured him that his canning was an art form.
He decided to prioritize
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This is Daith (he/him), the flightless thief! Within him, he carries the blood of the Starved Subspecies. His life's mission is to get rich quick! If they overstay their welcome in your clan, please send them back to the Dragons of To See the World Thread. Alternatively, you can choose to keep this dragon as a permament member of your clan, put them up for adoption, or return them to Kiln (home lair).
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Clans Visited Clan Raeley (Raeley#274760) Birth Clan Clan Metallisydan (Metallisydan #655144) Brass Union (Kiln#236023) Home Lair
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- Writing prompt: write about an item that Daith stole, and the dragon he stole it from. Is it expensive? Or is it important?
- You can write him FAILING to steal something as well!
- In every lair, Daith comes to steal something valuable or emotionally important. Valuables are pawned off at the next clan, while trinkets will eventually been given to the Trinket Trader if it is emotionally valuable. (You can reach out to Kiln for help writing Liryo, or use your own interpretation. But she's not expected to be mentioned or present in every entry.)
- Stolen items DO NOT need to be added as luggage or actually removed from said dragon (if apparel)! Feel free to use Daith to make lore connections!
- Daith's personality is carefree, mischievous, jaded and empathetic. He wants to build a better and more comfortable life for himself, to live in comfort in the alcoves of the colonnades or somewhere equally as cushy... But his pact has put him in the position where he HAS to steal Heart Treasures .
[Clan Raeley] October 31, 2017 > ???- Life began for Daith within the Twisting Crescendo. He was an orphan, taken in by a crew of wind pirates who didn't care where he came from, only that he made himself useful. These pirates were something of a cult, and believed in paying patron to a spirit known as the Heart Thief. The pirates believed in not just stealing what was valuable, but also, what was emotionally important. Their favored treasure are stolen of pearl-catcher pearls. The pirates would bring all their offerings to a "prophet" known as Liryo, who claimed to take the treasures back to The Heart Thief.
- Daith always found his "family" incredibly unsettling, and the "tough love" atmosphere made him rather jaded. His whole life on the ship was a constant battle for adequacy. Just to be respected amoungst his peers, he had to outshine himself.
- It was an exhausting cycle. He found himself writing letters in a book just to vent his frustrations. It took him many years, until he realized his pretend-letters held so much dread and unhappiness.
- One fateful night, the ship had docked near the Aergate. Daith packed his bags, stealing a Brutal Banner.
with his crew's logo stitched upon it, and went towards the Aergate. - There, he tore up the majority of his letters, and casted them into the gate. They flew in every-direction, and could land just about anywhere. and he then grabbed a and took off into the night.
- Stolen: Brutal Banner from the Wind Pirates
[Clan Metallisydan] ??? > March 29, 2023- The aergate launched Daith westwards, and he found himself caught in thick-clouds of ash, before his entire body was set aflame. He had fallen into a lava pool. There, a small and young clan found him, saved him, and attempted to nurse him back to health.
- Unfortunately, after that incident, he was rendered completely flight-less. The pool he had fallen to contained magma from the ancient banescale death crpyts, and thus, were more powerful than most healing spells... The hatred and pain of the banescale ancestors made their magic all the more potent, revived centures later.
- Ashamed of how he had weak he had become after escaping his past, he was an easy target for a few lava pirates who were seeking new recruits. These lava pirates had regular dealings with Clan Metallisydan, and he would still see his rescuers regalurly as they occupied a similiar territory.
- Daith felt like fate had caught him to him again, and they helped him patch up his banner with the emblem of the lava pirates. The banner too, had almost been burned past-recognition, only the clasps of it were salvageable for his new cloak.
- One day, the diplomats of Clan Metallisydan introduced themselves during a feast with a new wind ambassador named Greenwinde. They would become fast friends and even siblings. Daith was one of the few people who helped Greenwinde's repressed mischievous nature. Some may see Daith as a bad influence, but Daith didn't care, Greenwinde seemed to languish whenever they resigned themselves to follow the rules. They were happier causing chaos with Daith.
- The lava pirates weren't so different in mentality than the wind pirates, but at least they weren't cult-like. They stole for the sake of becoming more wealthy, and in Daith's eyes, it was infinitely more comfortable
- That was until Liryo showed up once more.
- This time, Liryo caught Daith when he was alone. and informed him that he could not run from his original family's ties with the Heart thieves. "The pact the captain made included all those under his wings, thus, you too must pay homage to The Heart Thief."
- Liryo insinuated that Greenwinde would make a good follower in his stead, and forced him to create a new pact with her.
- "I can make you, and Greenwinde very rich. Just like the wind pirates. You just wanted freedom, yes?" He would steal what was important from other clans, and exchange them with Liryo. In turn, Liryo would give him new directions, to steal more things from different clans.
- Upon leaving Metallisydan, he stole a compass Compass from his sibling, Greenwinde and pretended not to have known where it met. It broken Daith to see Greenwinde look for the gift they had from their grandmother... But what could Daith do...?
- Hopefully, it'll be easier with other dragons.
- Stolen: Compass from Greenwinde
[Brass Union] March 29, 2023 > April 15, 2023- At the Wayward keep, Daith forced himself to keep his stay as brief as possible. He snuck on the airship, The Novaline, and found the captain's and engineer's quarters. Daith hadn't spoken to either of them very much, but plushes are usually sentimental weren't they? Within Cheripha's quarters, was a pile of plushes. He grabbed one, before heading off to his next clan.
- Stolen: Heavy Earthshaker Idol from Cheripha.
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wayward keep. Onwards to the road, or time to go home?
Within one of the hottest regions of the the shattered plains, an airship station was built by collective of clans, meant to support the journeys of travelling dragons, and facilitate interclan trading. [1] Permas [2] Launchpad [3] Mine [4] Arrivals
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