Oath
(#97454880)
needs aether, clown, eel, trick
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Energy: 46
out of
50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Shadow.
Male Aether
This dragon is an ancient breed.
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Ancient dragons cannot wear apparel.
Skin
Effect
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.74 m
Wingspan
4.6 m
Weight
714.94 kg
Genetics
Obsidian
Clown (Aether)
Clown (Aether)
Sanguine
Eel (Aether)
Eel (Aether)
Crimson
Trickmurk (Aether)
Trickmurk (Aether)
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Aether
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
7
DEF
6
QCK
7
INT
7
VIT
5
MND
6
Biography
@Gryym
Oath got word that the old king that him and Prisaha had assassinated wasn't actually assassinated. He groaned, debating on ways to tell Prisaha without letting her get upset that it failed. Though seeing how happy she is, Oath is considering on waiting until the excitement dies down before letting her know.
All he can do for now is just go along with what she wants and hide the fact that the old king is still breathing out in the world somewhere, healing. Knowing that, Oath is debating on slipping out from the celebration to hunt down the last known location and finish the job while the blood moon is still high.
Hoping no one will notice, and while the party is in full swing, he slips away with all the neccessities he needs. Maybe picking up some spare things on the way, Oath heads to the now ruined castle from the last attempt. Looking around, he doesn't notice anything out of the ordinary, but he does feel eyes on him. Slipping in through the busted doors, he heads into the thrown room.
Knowing the king, he most likely left with his guards and any medical team that was on hand. There was a blood trail leading from the thrown to some room off of the thrown room. Hiding in the shadows, Oath followed it, keeping his foot falls as silently as possible with the hilt of his dagger in his claws. Peering in and scanning the room, he doesn't see the king or anyone he was with.
Going in, Oath continued along the walls and ducking behind any big enough item, be it a fallen beam to a large plant tipped over with the dirt spilling out. He scanned his surroundings for any hint of a living being, besides himself, was in the room just moments prior. As he wished with all his might, some foot falls sounded in a room just beyond a closed door. Coming to it, Oath put his ear to it to get a scoop of what was being said.
Voices could be heard but it was faint.
"... We possibly can't move you any..."
"... To dangerous in your condition..."
"... Don't care! We need to leave before..."
It seems as if the king was trying to persuade the other two voices to keep moving but they were really hesitent on leaving, considering how badly he was injured. Silently, Oath opened the door and swiftly made his way into the room before anyone could notice. Hiding in the shadows of the room, he peered at the king and his two squires. Debating on it, he took his bow out and, with an arrow or two, gave the squires some... Time in the after life so to speak.
Before the king could sound the alarm, Oath darted for him and used his dagger, quickly sending him to the after life as well. Making his way out, he tossed aside the handkerchief with blood off in a spot no one will ever find. Going back to the celebration, Oath grabbed himself some dark red wine and went to Prisaha with a smug smile on his face.
Oath got word that the old king that him and Prisaha had assassinated wasn't actually assassinated. He groaned, debating on ways to tell Prisaha without letting her get upset that it failed. Though seeing how happy she is, Oath is considering on waiting until the excitement dies down before letting her know.
All he can do for now is just go along with what she wants and hide the fact that the old king is still breathing out in the world somewhere, healing. Knowing that, Oath is debating on slipping out from the celebration to hunt down the last known location and finish the job while the blood moon is still high.
Hoping no one will notice, and while the party is in full swing, he slips away with all the neccessities he needs. Maybe picking up some spare things on the way, Oath heads to the now ruined castle from the last attempt. Looking around, he doesn't notice anything out of the ordinary, but he does feel eyes on him. Slipping in through the busted doors, he heads into the thrown room.
Knowing the king, he most likely left with his guards and any medical team that was on hand. There was a blood trail leading from the thrown to some room off of the thrown room. Hiding in the shadows, Oath followed it, keeping his foot falls as silently as possible with the hilt of his dagger in his claws. Peering in and scanning the room, he doesn't see the king or anyone he was with.
Going in, Oath continued along the walls and ducking behind any big enough item, be it a fallen beam to a large plant tipped over with the dirt spilling out. He scanned his surroundings for any hint of a living being, besides himself, was in the room just moments prior. As he wished with all his might, some foot falls sounded in a room just beyond a closed door. Coming to it, Oath put his ear to it to get a scoop of what was being said.
Voices could be heard but it was faint.
"... We possibly can't move you any..."
"... To dangerous in your condition..."
"... Don't care! We need to leave before..."
It seems as if the king was trying to persuade the other two voices to keep moving but they were really hesitent on leaving, considering how badly he was injured. Silently, Oath opened the door and swiftly made his way into the room before anyone could notice. Hiding in the shadows of the room, he peered at the king and his two squires. Debating on it, he took his bow out and, with an arrow or two, gave the squires some... Time in the after life so to speak.
Before the king could sound the alarm, Oath darted for him and used his dagger, quickly sending him to the after life as well. Making his way out, he tossed aside the handkerchief with blood off in a spot no one will ever find. Going back to the celebration, Oath grabbed himself some dark red wine and went to Prisaha with a smug smile on his face.
Lore by StellarStarshine
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