IbnBattuta
(#28409770)
Level 1 Pearlcatcher
Familiar
Kyorinrin
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Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Wind.
Male Pearlcatcher
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
6.58 m
Wingspan
6.04 m
Weight
493.91 kg
Genetics
White
Piebald
Piebald
Beige
Paint
Paint
Yellow
Stained
Stained
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Pearlcatcher
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
7
INT
7
VIT
6
MND
7
Biography
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Though a recognized member of the Windblown, Ibn is rarely with them. He travels extensively, following the wind in his blood. His maps make their way back to his clan, but if you seek the elusive pearlcatcher, you'll have to see where he's been. Click here to see his travel thread. 
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Journal Entries:
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Ibn set out from the Windblown with a joy in his heart and a spring in his step. Helios had taught him hunting, Mac had spelled his ink and pen to create the most vivid maps, and Ephemeral had shown him some moves to fight off bandits, with some comments from Voltreaper. Though sarcastic, the spiral had some good ideas. The world stretched out before Ibn, and he couldn't wait to see his next destination.
Ibn headed towards the Fire flight's homeland where he stayed at a local mining clan's base at the Molten Scar. He learned of the many ways the locals mined in the great pools of lava for rich resources and where they would trade for better equipment. The leader of the clan, Granith, gave Ibn some special gloves to help him with his map drawing skills, which aided him in gripping his magical ink and pen, allowing him to draw cleaner on his map. During his time at the mines, Ibn went with Granitu to the Great Furnace to ask the Flameforger herself if her clan could be moved into a Blacksand Annex cave. Flameforger agreed with the move and Ibn helped the clan settle in. Once Granith's clan was set up in their new home, Ibn said his goodbyes and headed for his next destination.
The next destination of Ibn was the Wind's region. To his dismay, he noticed that many cartographers had already made maps of the lower, warm regions. Ibn decided to aim high – to the summit of Reedcleft Ascent, to be precise.
Ibn was surprised to find a small village at the summit. Many of the houses were empty with nothing but snow inside. The unofficial leader, Frost, explained that the local dragons had taken over an abandoned village and turned it into their home. Ibn was worried that he'd have to claim his own spooky house to stay in. Luckily, he got a room at the local temple.
The view from his room's window was spectacular. By just sitting on his bed, he could draw the outlines of three different regions. His map now had detailed pictures of The Scarred Wasteland, Sea of a Thousand Currents, and Starfall Isles, all viewed from far above.
After adding Permafrost Village and the nearby lake to his map, Ibn felt ready to continue his journey.
For now, he would remain in the Wind region, but venture back to the den that he was born. To do this, he had to enter the great storm of the Twisting Crescendo - no easy feat, by any means, but he was willing to make this journey to see his beloved clanmates again. And not only his old clanmates, but his mother. Normally dragons tend to avoid this storm, but he had already ventured through it once before to begin his great journey across the world. He took one last look at the village, and took off into the sky, wrapping his scarf tightly to prepare for the chilling winds he would soon encounter. As he approached the swirling tornado-like winds, he was blown about, here and there, struggling to keep his wings balanced in the insanity of the storm. He steeled himself mentally, saying to himself, "You can do this..!", and finally, he broke free to the eye of the storm, where he was met with the very different sound of near silence. Glad to be home, he took off to his old den, where he was met with great vigor - his old friends, Spirit and Soul, an older, happy couple who had been looking after the den for a long time. A small black and aqua colored fae, ironically named Storm, the first to call the den home and invite other dragons in, hugged him warmly. He met newer members who were friendly, but quickly moved on to find - his mother, Amphitrite, who was ecstatic to see him. She greeted him fondly and Ibn was grateful to see her loving face and to be met with such kindness. Having reunited with so many, and most importantly the one who gave him life, he settled for a few days, sharing in good meals, great conversation, much catching up, and – after touching up a few details on his map of his already inscribed home – finally braced the storm once again to continue on to his next destination.
After seeing the peculiar profile of the Scarred Wasteland from the tower of Permafrost Village, Ibn decided to get a closer look. He swooped down from the jagged winds of the Twisting Crescendo and slammed head-on into a wall of muggy Plague haze. Flying here was difficult even for a dragon of Windsinger descent; the Plaguebringer tested the strength of her followers in even the simplest tasks. Soon Ibn found himself gasping for air and his blood pounding in his ears, so he decided it would be best to settle down somewhere for a night. The Wasteland was mostly flat and, if not for the sickeningly warm fog that hung low over the ground, protruding objects could be easily seen at nearly any distance. Panting, the Pearlcatcher approached a squat, dimly lit village that seemed to be crawling almost as eerily as the tendrils of Contagion that snaked across the ground. As he got closer, though, he realized that the movement he had spotted was the communing and intermingling of dragons with various elemental backgrounds and personalities, most of them sporting bright smiles and polite posture despite the seemingly gloomy day. One dragon, a white Skydancer who stood out starkly against the dull terrain, cast a disdainful glance at the creeping tendrils on the ground before greeting Ibn with a polite smile. "Hello there, traveler. Welcome to my clan, the Clan of Magic, the Z'Arduani. My name is Alexander. What brings you here?"
Ibn quickly explained himself as a cartographer, stating that he was in the area and needed a place to rest. Alexander offered a room within his own home for Ibn to stay, and allowed him to mingle with the clan as he wished. He struck up a vibrant conversation with the Z'Arduani cartographer, Jossal, and took notes on a few of the most unique places in Sornieth to visit. He then explored the perimeter of the village and took a few sketches of the strange plant and animal life in the area, consumed by Plague and warped by Arcane magic to form organisms completely unique to all other regions of Sornieth. The night was short and dreamless, and the next morning he thanked Alexander before continuing onward.
Ibn wound up flying full into the Starwood Strand from the plaguelands, went to land in a tree to rest and collect himself - and found himself perched, instead, on a deep-purple imperial. Amara, she called herself - bid him welcome, even as he sat perched awkwardly on her shoulders, and asked if he came on pilgrimage to the Observatory.
When he mentioned he was a cartographer, she brightened straight up, and insisted that he come with her to meet her mother and siblings.
And that was how a wind-clan cartographer met a coatl innkeeper, her very pink semi-mate, and Amara's very, very purple, and very, very overprotective, brother and sister - and also her much less purple but no less pushy half-siblings.
Chaos, the pink Imperial who took charge of him, was the one who told him the name of the place - the Overlook Inn. And it proved to be one of the most luxurious parts of his journey - the mages living in the place had seen to it almost by accident in ensuring their own comfort.
His personal area was a small cluster of chambers: a nesting area, dark and warm and stocked with clean-smelling silks to bed down in, a small bathing pool, magically warmed and kept fresh by the current of a stone-lined channel that flowed along the wall, and, best of all, a chamber whose outside wall was a window that tickled his claws with rose-petal sparks when he touched it, which commanded a view of the Starwood clear down to the bay.
He wound up sketching a good portion of his map from there.
Not all, of course - when Zalika went on patrol she suggested he accompany her, and together they flew the perimeters of her surprisingly-extensive territory, from cliff to marshland to foothills and back to the mountaintop.
It was in the marsh one day that he made a friend. Or at least an accessory - it's hard to tell which sometimes.
It’s funny, how well innkeepers are connected with one another. But maybe the visiting arcane ambassador Althea had noticed the traveling cartographer and brought back word about him to her family; or it might have been a certain flying courier and informat that had talked about Ibn and his mission... Whatever the case may be, soon after Ibn departed from the Overlook Inn he was intercepted by a feisty Spiral, landing right in front of the surprised cartographer. The new arrival looked somehow windswept and dusty from a long-distance flight, carrying a shoulder bag filled with a hodgepodge of letters and packages. Before Ibn even knew what was happening, the Spiral thrusted a letter into his talons—blathering something about it being a ‘Delivery from Wind’ and ‘Clan Àidhear sending its best wishes’—and off he went. Ibn wasn’t even able to utter a single word and was left standing with a letter from unknown origin in his talons.
The letter contained an invitation from a wind clan, situated near the Twisting Crescendo. A dragon named Ètaín mentioned a certain member of her family, that—like Ibn himself—was very versed into map-making/cartography and that would love to make his acquaintance. The Pearlcatcher then decided, meeting with Haven from Clan Àidhear certainly would have some benefits for each of them and set off in direction of his home land once more.
Ibn reached that clan right during the festivities of Mistral Jamboree. The dragon was welcomed with open arms and got swept up right into the merry activity. That first day was filled with nothing but good food, lovely company, teller of tales and singer of songs. Everything the heart could desire—cut the matter short: A big (windy) party.
During the next day Ibn finally met Haven, along with her companion Rym. The Snapper-lady has had her problems with flying ever since she’d been a hatchling and therefore developed an unique kind of system to create her maps: Rym was the one scouting from above, while Haven was drawing the maps—making use of the information she got from her friend and her own observations from the ground. Haven explained certain techniques, where she was using compass, measuring chains, and optical equipment for measuring altitudes and distances. Ibn was an attentive listener and therefore able to add the method of surveying and triangulation to his own skill list.
Another event worth mentioning, the library-expedition. Clan Àidhear’s home of knowledge was a giant maze of tunnels and caves, that still weren’t fully mapped. Ibn was invited along—not only to look over Haven’s shoulder, but so he himself could give it a try. The both of them got their map-making equipment out when we reached a certain part of the library, where the tunnels have yet to be added to the existing map. The equipment was just some sheet of grid-divided paper and a pencil. They had to pause every so often to add a tiny piece of line to the page, signifying the length of tunnel they’d traversed. While Haven was explaining the mode of practice, a rose-colored Coatl, named Gahiji joined up with the two cartographer.
“Is that all there is to map-making?” He asked after observing them for a little while. “It looks easy.” – “Tunnels aren’t difficult to map,” Haven agreed. “It’s different if you're trying to map open land or a stretch of sea coast. Right, Ibn?” — “Oh, don’t listen to her,” Rym suddenly tossed in. “Even tunnels are difficult. I tried it once and made a mess of it. You have to work to scale and make sure you mark the length exactly right. If you're out by even the tiniest fraction, it throws the rest of the map off.”— Haven shook her head. “It’s just a knack”, she said. “You’d pick it up quickly if you gave it a proper try.” — “No thanks,” Gahiji wasn’t convinced. “I’ve no intention of spending my spare time trapped down a maze of tunnels, trying to map them out. I don’t know what the appeal is.” — “It’s fascinating! It gives you a clearer understanding of your environment, not to mention a great sense of achievement when you’re finished. Apart from which, there’s a practical aspect.” Haven said, but Gahiji only snorted. “Yeah, practical aspect’! Sure.”— “Yes,” the mapmaker corrected him. “Nobody’s interested in helping me make maps of these tunnels, but plenty are willing to make use of them! Even you a—“ “OK! I was wrong! Your maps DO have purpose. You still wouldn’t get me down here helping you make them though...”
The two friends(?) kept on bickering the whole trip long, and while Haven tryed to include Ibn in the conversation, Gahiji completely ignoring him. At one point Haven bent her head low over the sheet of paper, her nose almost touching it, carefully drawing, stumbling often because she wasn’t watching where she was going. Ibn was actually quite glad when they all proceeded in silence for the rest of the time. The low-hanging tunnels then started opening up as the group was heading back to the main-hall of the library where Gahiji finally left them. The Pearlcatcher was able to learn a lot about tunnel-mapping, but Haven was a lot easier to talk to without that grumpy dragon on their heels.
As the week progressed, the Pearlcatcher got used to Haven’s working place, the map room and the clan's territory; sketching and adding yet another portion of his own map while comparing it to the maps he found inside the mapmakers lair. He quite enjoyed the discussions with Haven and Rym and was able to leave Clan Àidhear with a set of new maps, new skills and new friendships.
Soaring from the Twisting Crescendo, the Pearlcatcher stopped in a clan located near the Reedcleft Ascent. The upper region was colder, and Reedcleft Ascent has warmer temperature. It's already dark.
"Who are you? You shall NOT pass our territory without permission!"
A Male Imperial called Basil approaches him, as the Clan Guardian, he needs to keep the clan safe from intruders.
"Just a cartographer, sir." Ibn replied.
"What's going on, Basil? Is there something wro- Oh! A guest!"
A female Fae pops out in sudden, she got a warm welcoming smile.
"Hey, guest, my name is Firefly! Welcome to Fluffy Breeze Clan! I know the name sounds funny, Yuki and Night named it." She exclaimed.
"That's a cute name! Call me Ibn, I'm a cartographer." The Pearlcatcher said again.
And with that, the two dragons take him deeper into their territory, giving him a nice bamboo nest to spend the night.
The next day, Firefly takes him to explore the beauty of the clan. This place have a huge bamboo forest. The urge of going there is strong within him, until Ibn saw her.
A beautiful female Pearlcatcher, shining as bright as the Lightweaver is.
Both Pearlcatchers fall in love with each other and become mates, producing 4 healthy eggs.
"Here's the Bamboo Forest of the Fluffy Breeze Clan! Enjoy your stroll!" Firefly exclaimed, before leaving the cartographer there to explore the forest.
The bamboos were huge, it's surrounded by a relaxing atmosphere. Ibn walked deeper into the forest and meet a male Skydancer in patrol, alongside his Warcat Protector by his side.
He called himself Leafron, the guardian of the Bamboo Forest. The Skydancer took Ibn for a walk around the forest, as he began to once again make another map.
The time has come for Ibn to go, the hatchlings were here, but he needs to go.
"Good bye, be safe... I will miss you, Ibn." Bayanar said.
And with that Ibn takes his leave.
Map Entries:
(Username - Clan name - Flight)
Thiedo - The Windblown - Ice
Boltninja75 - Granith's Clan - Fire
Kharya - Permafrost Village - Wind
Puff - Eye of the Storm - Wind
AngryJ - The Z'Arduani - Plague
Magnifisloth - The Overlook Inn - Arcane
Juri01 - Clan Àidhear - Wind
FluffyJo - Fluffy Breeze - Wind
(Username - Clan name - Flight)
Thiedo - The Windblown - Ice
Boltninja75 - Granith's Clan - Fire
Kharya - Permafrost Village - Wind
Puff - Eye of the Storm - Wind
AngryJ - The Z'Arduani - Plague
Magnifisloth - The Overlook Inn - Arcane
Juri01 - Clan Àidhear - Wind
FluffyJo - Fluffy Breeze - Wind
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