Phantom
(#99595806)
Level 10 Gaoler
Familiar
Runic Bat
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Energy: 50
out of
50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Shadow.
Female Gaoler
This dragon cannot breed until Dec 31, 2024 (10 days).
This dragon is an ancient breed.
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Personal Style
Ancient dragons cannot wear apparel.
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
7.08 m
Wingspan
2.86 m
Weight
5738.47 kg
Genetics
Shale
Phantom (Gaoler)
Phantom (Gaoler)
Obsidian
Spirit (Gaoler)
Spirit (Gaoler)
Pearl
Blossom (Gaoler)
Blossom (Gaoler)
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 10 Gaoler
EXP: 1137 / 27676
STR
7
AGI
5
DEF
7
QCK
5
INT
5
VIT
9
MND
7
Biography
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Generation #2, Carnations Line
The Mourning Flowers of Sornieth prowl the lands in search of souls that have yet to cross through the Veil. Leaving behind fields of flowers that defy all logic, they take it upon themselves to mourn for those that have been forgotten or left behind, and their purpose is a heavy one they bear with pride and determination. They serve the dead before all others and see the world for what it is- an endless graveyard... |
Soul Trait - Omen
Phantom's Encounter wrote:
It is with great clarity she sees them. The lost souls in the dark. This place she'd been called to, this dark, suffocating tunnel system, was rife with them.
Phantom, bearing the name of her objective in life, wishes to calm them, to lead them on, as she's meant to. Only, they won't. They seem to hide their torment, the thing that keeps them there. Are they actually happy, wandering these halls as though still living? It's simply not possible. She can sense the pain. The hurt. It breaks her heart.
It's a labyrinth down there, in the deepest parts of the excavation. Like someone followed their nose to seek out treasures buried in the walls. Fossils, pottery, gemstones, she knows it was once a rich place, full of such things. Now, in the alcoves, the places used once as bedrooms, there were abandoned blankets, dusty possessions, nothing of worth left.
A Ridgeback specter smiles at her and greets her, silently. Like the others, this Ridgeback does not even try to speak. What is it that stops them?
She keeps on, looking for what exactly, she can't be sure. Something that might explain it, an object that binds them, a dragon, a creature, The Shade, anything. She seeks out the darkness that pervades the place, that poisons it.
It took her much longer than she had expected, though with so many twists and turns, so much work put in to conceal this... she is able to forgive herself her untimeliness. Before her is a darkness so great she hardly believes it real, mistakes it initially for an aspect of The Shade, but no. This is a soul, not unlike the others, belonging once to a dragon.
The soul is bathed in a fell fire, tinging the surroundings in a sickly veneer, a mockery of light. It notices that she can sense it.
It moves.
She awakens, dazed, some time later, in bed.
"We found you passed out in the Deep Dugout," says a Bogsneak, her white scales glinting in the sunlight from the cabin window, "You should be more careful. The air can get pretty thin." She hands Phantom a waterskin.
Shakily, she takes it.
Phantom, bearing the name of her objective in life, wishes to calm them, to lead them on, as she's meant to. Only, they won't. They seem to hide their torment, the thing that keeps them there. Are they actually happy, wandering these halls as though still living? It's simply not possible. She can sense the pain. The hurt. It breaks her heart.
It's a labyrinth down there, in the deepest parts of the excavation. Like someone followed their nose to seek out treasures buried in the walls. Fossils, pottery, gemstones, she knows it was once a rich place, full of such things. Now, in the alcoves, the places used once as bedrooms, there were abandoned blankets, dusty possessions, nothing of worth left.
A Ridgeback specter smiles at her and greets her, silently. Like the others, this Ridgeback does not even try to speak. What is it that stops them?
She keeps on, looking for what exactly, she can't be sure. Something that might explain it, an object that binds them, a dragon, a creature, The Shade, anything. She seeks out the darkness that pervades the place, that poisons it.
It took her much longer than she had expected, though with so many twists and turns, so much work put in to conceal this... she is able to forgive herself her untimeliness. Before her is a darkness so great she hardly believes it real, mistakes it initially for an aspect of The Shade, but no. This is a soul, not unlike the others, belonging once to a dragon.
The soul is bathed in a fell fire, tinging the surroundings in a sickly veneer, a mockery of light. It notices that she can sense it.
It moves.
She awakens, dazed, some time later, in bed.
"We found you passed out in the Deep Dugout," says a Bogsneak, her white scales glinting in the sunlight from the cabin window, "You should be more careful. The air can get pretty thin." She hands Phantom a waterskin.
Shakily, she takes it.
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