Artemis
(#36826487)
Level 1 Pearlcatcher
Familiar
Crimson Emperor
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Water.
Male Pearlcatcher
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.94 m
Wingspan
4.61 m
Weight
430.42 kg
Genetics
Gloom
Skink
Skink
Obsidian
Alloy
Alloy
Orca
Scales
Scales
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Pearlcatcher
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
4
AGI
5
DEF
4
QCK
9
INT
9
VIT
4
MND
9
Biography
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Artemis
Xavier Keller { art - ee - mus } Nicknames: Arty, Riverman Ex-Battle Master • a dragon of peace called upon in times of war ╭━━━━━━━━━━━━━╮ 
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Was it a spell that'd gone haywire, or one deliberately cast by an enemy? Artimus wasn’t sure. While on patrol, the blind warrior suddenly felt pain drive through his body before he was thrust into a whirling void of cold winds and alien voices. His bones bent and shifted, stretching into a new form...a dragon. The question was, what kind?= Lore = (written and coded by Disillusionist) ♫ Tristam and Braken - Frame of Mind ♫ ╰━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━╯ He barely felt himself ejected from the void and go skidding across mud. Most of his armor had been shucked off in the unnatural flight; the few pieces that remained were dented, ill-fitting. He felt his soft, tufted ears twitch. He heard faint birdsong, the thrum of running water. “Where...?” he croaked. As he slowly regained his senses, a thought throbbed steadily in his mind: He had been thrown...somewhere? Where was “here”? He realized that his dented armor was digging into him, and he began prying it off. It took some time. His fingers felt weird, with long talons and smooth skin. Still, they did their job. He hobbled into the undergrowth, leaving a trail of armor behind. Discarded pieces of a life that was no longer his. He'd felt the portal snap shut behind him, with the crackle of a spell fizzing out. His first thought was to get back — but even then, deep inside, he knew that that would be impossible.
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He learned the name of his new world. Sornieth, the dragons called it — and yes, there were dragons here, in many shapes and sizes. His form, he was told, was that of a Pearlcatcher. Most dragons he met were kind to him, though they took him for a deluded drake who had lost both his eyesight and mind in some terrible accident. Their doubts wounded him, and eventually he stopped explaining that he’d come from another world. Thus there went any hope of him discovering what had brought him to Sornieth and how he could get home. One clan leader counseled him, “Perhaps you should head to the gods’ domains. Our own god, the Windsinger, is absent; the Plaguelands’ border lies close nearby. The Plaguebringer favors strong survivors like you. Her servants might aid you.” Artimus took her advice. He entered the Plaguelands with his head held high, tapping his way with a cane. His arrival didn’t go unnoticed, and he began to hear someone slithering after him. Whoever they were, they were doing a bad job at sneaking. And that wasn’t all they were bad at. When his would-be attacker revealed herself, it was with a shrill cry of, “I shall poison you to death, intruder!” Artimus felt a spell smash into his face, knocking him off his feet. He gasped as a terrible tingling sensation assailed his skull. Terrible? No — “I can see. You...You’ve saved me!” he gasped as color flooded the world. He had lost his eyesight in a battle, when he’d been cut across his face, but the “attack” had regenerated his eyeballs. He could see again! His attacker, as he’d suspected, was young and inexperienced. The Mirror gawped at him for a moment, then stamped her feet and shook her staff. “Noooo! I was supposed to slay you!” she wailed. And then she scampered away, still whining dramatically. Her lair was nearby, but before Artimus could approach it, he felt something else in his mind. With the restoration of his sight came...He had heard some dragons speak of it. Second sight. It was a picture in his mind, a vision of a vast blue sea. Sunlight sparkling on the waves, and there...on the horizon. Nothing but specks, but if he got close enough to see... The Plague dragons watched him return to the border, and then they frowned down at the Mirror hatchling. Just to be on the safe side, they took her staff away from her.
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Artimus came to the Sea of a Thousand Currents, guided by that vision, the sense that he was needed somewhere. The Water drakes were more understanding of him. “It is not unusual. Indeed, many dragons wander in search of something only they can perceive....We hope you’ll find what you seek.” A few weeks later, he reached the shore that matched his vision. It was a sunny day, with sunlight sparkling on the waves. And there...on the horizon. Nothing but specks, but if he got close enough to see...and yes, now he could see! They were two dragons younger than he was, probably wayfarers. Wishing to appear non-threatening, he held up his paw. “Good day. I am Artimus.” One of the Skydancers leaned forward. He had an open, friendly face that put Artimus at ease straightaway. “Greetings! I’m Yetora. Caelyn and I are here on business for our clan. Pardon if I don’t speak in a timely fashion. I’m deaf — I still have trouble reading others’ faces.” “Tell him your entire life story, why don’t you?” his companion snapped even as he spelled out a message with his forepaws. Artimus guessed, correctly, that the message was a lot politer than the spoken words were. He queried, “I am a stranger here, and I’m in need of traveling companions. May I join you?” Caelyn grimaced. “We don’t need your kind—” He stopped, defeated, as Artimus scrawled the same message on a parchment. Yetora’s face brightened as he read it. “Oh, sure! You look like you can take care of yourself. It’ll be fine, right, Caelyn?” “Right.” Caelyn didn’t bother to hide his disgust. Artimus only frowned at him before falling into step alongside them. He would have preferred the genial Yetora’s company, but the vision had shown him that both drakes were to be his companions. Still, he felt better about his situation. Perhaps the spell that had brought him to Sornieth hadn’t been a mistake, after all. It looked as though he had a greater purpose in this world.
~ The End
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