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Elvira

(#36235040)

Level 1 Fae

Familiar

Almandine Sturgeon

Energy: 0/50

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Length

0.82 m

Wingspan

1.76 m

Weight

2.99 kg

Genetics

Obsidian
Crystal

Tangerine
Facet

Obsidian
Crackle

Hatchday

Sep 27, 2017
(6 years)

Breed

Adult
Fae

Eye Type

Ice
Common

Level 1 Fae

EXP: 0 / 245

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Biography

E L V I R A

2nd Tier Goddess of Death, Destruction and Battle • Badge Collector

RITUAL

Raven's skull

Dark Essence

B I O G R A P H Y

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The pale-eyed spirit watches her next offering climb up the many worn steps leading to the altar.
Though the divinity waits quietly at the top of the winding path, far from the clan, she is impatient. The spiral that climbs to her is slow, and the god will not wait much longer. She hungers for a soul. It has been too long without one.

The spiral reaches the altar, offering three items; a stone orb, a raven’s feather and a piece of onyx. The god has no use for such items, instead focusing her gaze on the dragon, who is performing the last rites. She supposes they are just customary at this point, but she answers the dragon’s prayers. Reaching for the raven’s skull strapped under her coat, she flies down and stands before the altar, where the dragon waits.

The spirit wills herself to become visible, in a storm of black feathers. Bloodied tatters and crimson fur rustle in the howling wind. The spiral solemnly raises their head, and the god of death speaks in a voice like ice and blood. The voices of the ones she has already consumed echo her words, repeating the same sentences over and over.

“Child of wind. Become one with us.”

The dragon says nothing, keeping their head low as the spirit raises the skull above her head. Bringing it down, she embeds the skull in the spiral’s side, watching the hollows fill with the dragon’s lifeforce. When the skull is filled with the pale substance, she brings it up to her mouth and drinks, taking in her fill of sweet life and satisfying her hunger. She feels the effects of the soul instantly, replenishing her power and extending her immortality as the spiral’s body lies bleeding on the ground.
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RITUAL

Scythe

Onyx

RITUAL

Runes of power

Ritual knife

B I O G R A P H Y

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The god had once been a mere fae, born to a clan of the harsh ice. Her scales were a pure white, and the fae had dreams of living forever. She could never accomplish her dreams, though, as she was young at the time when she was sold into slavery at a plague clan. The wasteland was brutal and bloodied, and the fae struggled to survive in a place she was not meant to be in. Years of staying in an unforgiving landscape turned her scales the colours of dried blood and obsidian. Eventually, the fae escaped her clan, but was then captured and given to a wind clan as a breeding mare.

The wind clan was more hospitable than the plague-ridden one, but the dragon had felt strange living there. She started to research ways to live forever, just as she had wanted when she was younger. She had found that by consuming the souls of her clanmates, or by drinking the blood of her enemies, she could prolong her life to the point where she would become immortal. She tried this process out with the blood of fallen beasts, but found they did not contain enough life to be useful. She had tried next with the blood of fallen clanmates, finding some satisfaction, but the fae had wanted more.

The clan thought it honourable to give dragons to the newly-crowned god, who demanded they give her a dragon once every new moon. The divinity was cunning and swiftly dispatched any dragon who claimed that she lied or had found out the truth. The godly spirit ascended further to become one of the clan’s most worshipped gods, one of the three queens of the clan. The clan would send her a dragon who was to be “exalted”, though the god never had anything to do with the Windsinger. Instead, she took the dragon’s soul to eat it. Her own soul had become corrupted ages ago, but neither the spirit nor many of the worshippers ever realised.
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RITUAL

Bloodstone

Bird's feather

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