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Rosalin

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Level 19 Spiral

Familiar

Nightsky Fuiran

Energy: 0/50

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Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

3.29 m

Wingspan

2.6 m

Weight

78.08 kg

Genetics

Orca
Bar

Cerulean
Spinner

Abyss
Runes

Hatchday

Feb 02, 2017
(7 years)

Breed

Adult
Spiral

Eye Type

Arcane
Common

Level 19 Spiral

EXP: 50425 / 104563

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QCK

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Lineage

Parents

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none

Biography

Rosalin
Arcane haunting-breaker
Determined to put the memories of the dead to rest
Easily flustered by social situations but nerves of steel when it comes to magic
Studies often with Vellum and Ashrose

Rosalin's stomach twisted and churned as she watched the Wild Orchard clan's leader, a massive Guardian named Dusk, scowl and shake her head. The other three dragons gathered silently behind her showed no reaction, but she knew that didn't matter. The Guardian was the one she had to convince.

"No. Absolutely not." Rosalin winced at the finality in the Guardian's tone. "Trying to communicate with whatever haunts the wilds around us is what caused half of our problems, and killed the two who started it. No."

"I don't want to talk with the haunting here," Rosalin said quickly. "I want to... listen to it so I can dismantle it."

"Dismantle it? We're doing that already, in a way. Every creature that it possesses, we put down. We're getting better and better at using runes and seals to keep it from spreading. Each time it flares up, we stomp it out, and that's without getting close enough to listen to it. Nothing that a dark spirit-thing like this has to say can is worth listening to."

Rosalin's throat felt too tight with panic to force words through and her thoughts were blowing around like a pile of notes caught in a gust of wind. This was her only chance to convince these people, and she was blowing it. "Yes, but. But what I'm saying is, is, what if there are dragons and other creatures in there, intelligent creatures, stuck inside that thing, that need- need- help?"

"If there are any minds or spirits or the like trapped in there, they're already dead and beyond rescue."

"Right! Yes!"

"...So we can't have you talking to them and trying to take them by the hand as though you can pull them out. They're corrupt wraiths. There's nothing left of the real people for you to rescue."

"Yes. Exactly."

The Guardian blinked, then let out a long, slow sigh. "I don't think I'm understanding what you're trying to tell me you want to do. Would you like to start again from the top?"

Rosalin pressed her eyes shut and fought to get her thoughts under control. She kept her eyes closed tight as she spoke again, almost painfully slowly, one word at a time. She knew if she looked up and saw those impatient green eyes staring her down and waiting for an answer her attempt at composure would shoot straight off the edge of a cliff again.

"I. Am saying. That I would like to... get close enough to observe... and capture the... the pieces of the haunting that.... The parts that are the... the left-behind personal echoes from dragons that have died. And Beastclans too."

"Capture them? Do you think that would weaken the strength of the entire haunting?"

"I doubt it."

"Then why are you asking me to help you risk your life to pick away at it like that if it won't even do any good?"

"Because it's- it's- disgusting!" She felt a snarl twist her face. "It's awful! It's like the people it's killed can't really die as long as there's some thing using what's left of them to hurt people! It's like someone is wearing their dead bodies as a costume! It's wrong, you have to see how awful that is, and I want to save them from that!"

Dusk's tone softened. "There you go talking about saving people again. I know it's revolting, and I'm sorry to be blunt like this, but there's really nothing left to save."

"Yes there is! I want to- to pick every echo of the dead out of this haunting thing that's lurking around your territory, to pluck every stolen voice and distant memory out of it, tear them out one at a time so their memories can stop being used as puppets for some awful hungry thing!"

Rosalin realized that she had started sputtering and yelling somewhere in there. Her face was burning hot, and she was panting as though she'd just run a race. But making a fool out of herself was worth it if it helped her get through to this clan's leader, and for the first time Dusk looked more curious than exasperated.

"...What makes you think you can do that without getting torn apart yourself? It's certainly noble, but I won't help you feed yourself to this thing."

"We had cemeteries in the Starfall Isles- it's all that pink chalcedony, it does strange things- we called them memory hauntings- I-"

She cut herself off, closed her eyes again, slowed her mind back down. And thankfully, maybe a little miraculously, the Guardian didn't say anything to stop her from trying again.

"The pink chalcedony in the Starfall Isles has strange effects on the things around it. Some times it makes people hallucinate, or it makes them sick. If they spend too much time around large amounts of it."

"That... is a problem we're somewhat aware of, for a different reason that doesn't have anything to do with this, so I understand what you're talking about. Go on."

Rosalin wondered what that 'different reason' might be, but now wasn't the time. "We've learned that we have to keep our cemeteries away from chalcedony deposits, because if we don't there will be what seem like hauntings. Sightings of the dead, their voices, sometimes saying things that only they would have known. Even if we take the grave site and the... the contaminated chalcedony away from each other, that doesn't make it stop. The memory hauntings keep happening until we treat the stone with magic and destroy it properly to get rid of it."

"Which is very clever, but our haunting problems aren't harmless echoes trapped in contaminated chalcedony. They're violent, and the hungry spirit-thing they're attached to is very much present and real."

"I think I could modify what we use to clean our memory hauntings up for this though. To... to trap the memories that your haunting has... has eaten. To trap them and take them away, and destroy them. So it can't use them to mock the people they used to be any more."

The Guardian straightened. "And you're reasonably sure are you that you can actually do that without getting yourself hurt or killed?"

"Well...." She half-grimaced and half-grinned. "I don't know the specifics of your haunting yet, not having encountered it myself. But I'm willing to take whatever training and precautions you want, if you'll just let me try." Dusk grumbled uncertainly, and Rosalin balled her hands into clenched fists. "Please. Let me try. It's worth doing."

The silence hung tight in the air for a few racing heartbeats. Dusk sighed heavily. "I don't think all the protection that the entire clan can offer is enough to completely ensure your safety for something this risky. Do you understand that? We can get you close. We can help you set up, if there are things to be put into place beforehand. I know our fighters can get themselves away safely. But their orders will be just that- to keep themselves and you safe enough to get away. If they warn you to stop or back down and you don't do it immediately, I won't let them get themselves killed to save you from yourself."

"Yes yes, of course-"

"If you do some kind of magic we don't understand and get yourself possessed or tainted in some way and they have to defend themselves from you, they'll do it. In a heartbeat."

Rosalin nodded, frantically at first, then caught herself and nodded more slowly and deliberately instead. Cleared her throat. "Yes ma'am."

"Honestly, I'm still not sure we can trust your idea. You're going to explain every single bit of how this works to Vellum and Keenhorizon and Chittam and Ashrose. Anything you even try to so much as test out, they approve first. All four of them."

So it wasn't over; four more dragons, at minimum, still had room to stomp on her hopes. Fine. There was no way around it. "Yes ma'am."

Dusk turned to look at the other three dragons seated a short distance behind her. They had been talking quietly together, but at her look they stopped and, hesitantly, nodded their own agreements to the decision.

The Guardian shook her head with gentle cough of a laugh. "Honoring the memory of the dead is an important thing for it's own sake. You're right that it's worth trying. I can't be too hard on someone who's willing to risk their life for that. Celdaon will help you settle in. Good luck."

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