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Oedon

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Level 1 Coatl

Familiar

Enduring Goblin

Energy: 0/50

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Measurements

Length

7.03 m

Wingspan

8.09 m

Weight

856.06 kg

Genetics

Sand
Iridescent

Maroon
Striation

Blood
Thylacine

Hatchday

Apr 21, 2018
(6 years)

Breed

Adult
Coatl

Eye Type

Arcane
Common

Level 1 Coatl

EXP: 0 / 245

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QCK

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Biography

Loyal
Arrogant
Cunning

Partner: Ebrietas

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Job: Mage
Necromancer

Origin Arcane
Mate Ebrietas
Ally Rafflesia

Faction The Sunstrike
Rank Necromancer
Enemy Afar

Oedon grew up the the Arcane lands, and wanted for nothing. His parents were prestigious researchers, and doted on him, one of their youngest hatchlings. His love for reading, and research made him a fitting acolyte to the Master of the Great Library. There he grew, and learned, expanding his mind even as his body grew. He would have likely grown old and died there if it were not for one humid autumn evening...

Old Heylabor looked stressed. The skydancers tail whipped back in forth in agitation, he paused as his eye lit upon one of his most prized students. ""Oedon, prepare the reading room, we have a distinguished...guest.""

Kallor could not help but hear the pause in his Master's voice and see his frown deepening. It did not take long to realize why the master librarian was so ruffled. The Imperial who walked though the grounds was a stunning sight to behold. She was beautiful, and delicate, her hide marked with strange markings. Her voice was quiet, but the power she held, and her terrible visage frightened him to the core. In muttered undertones the other Acolytes spoke of her, she was a emissary from the plague-lands, bringing with her a valuable book and in turn being granted time with tomes and scrolls that were saved for the most important visitors.

And yet. It also excited him.

She stayed for a week. During that time he waited on her paw and claw, as a good acolyte should. But he arrived earlier and stayed much later than need be. At first the Imperial paid him little heed, but as he proved that his interest was not in her exotic nature, but the knowledge she bore, they became swift friends.

When she left the great library, so did he. During their travels back to her home clan, a fearsome cohort known as the Sunstrike, she told him of the great knowledge and power held by Necromancers. He yearned to know more, to put his will against the best the the Plaguebringer could bear. The challenge was something he could not deny. He had to try.

On the outskirts of the territory held by Batu, she prepared him for the rituals, leaving him that which he would need. Then she left, saying only that if he survived, he was worthy of her, and could join her in the clan. He fasted, he fought off those who skulked around the edges of the Sunstrike, seeking revenge or admittance. Perhaps he went mad. He heard the Plaguebringer speak to him, and he replied in turn.

He sought out one to test his mettle against, and found a huge snapper bull, alone. With will and the blessing of his goddess he struck the massive beast down, bringing it to deaths edge, and just as his heart was fluttering the last beast, he pulled it all back, wrenching in savage glee as he watched the colors of the bull fade and tarnish. His proof of victory in tow, Oedon turned to his new home.

The coatl lived a fairly luxurious life within the Sunstrike clan. He was treated with respect, and a little fear. He is often an emissary for the Clan Leader, wielding his power, and the fear that a necromancer strikes into the hearts of lesser clans. Batu seems to enjoy this, and that is good, for it keeps Oedon safe. Nyra, his mate brought him joy like nothing else did, in her he had found an equal, someone who enjoyed reading, and learning, and it pleased him to take her place as the traveler for the clan.

He had little care for the other dragons of the clan, save to heal those too far gone for the other healers. Those patients are at least of note, and rouse his interests, the rest, including his poor snapper...he didn't bother to deal with.

""By Her will alone do you live or die.""

The Ally

Rafflesia

In what world would a good-natured Tundra survive the Sunstrike?
Gregarious and chipper, Rafflesia was a strange beacon amongst the killers and fanatics of the clan. Was she the worst spy? More mad than the rest of them? No. She was just...happy...no matter where she went or what she did. This moved Batu in a way that few things did, and he called his Necromancers to his side to preserve this beacon. He tasked them with finding a way to protect her, to keep her hale and healthy no matter what the Wyrmwound belched forth.

And so they did. Secretly, Oedon tainted her, inflicted a curse that would allow her to never lose hope, or energy. To stay hale and hearty...at the cost of another's life force. He almost felt guilty, she was lovely, and now, a strange malaise followed her, a stench that could be smelled from a league away. He confessed to his mate about his misgivings, and depression would have taken him if not for the Tundra summoning him to a windy cliff one evening to speak to him. Showing kindness, she stood downwind, and thanked Oedon for his gift. She had known all along, and would have said nothing, had it not become obvious that is was bothering the Coatl.

This strange, happy tundra is one of the few dragons Oedon would dare call friend. He dosn't know why, but he admires her.

The Enemy

Afar

The Snapper was huge, a powerful creature, well respected by his clan, but now, he is a hallow shell of himself. Afar, aptly named, liked to wander. He traveled all across the globe, learning from other dragons, and experiencing what the different lands had to offer. It could not be said that he was excited to travel to the Plaguelands, but he was ready to test his mettle against the foes there, to bring back a rare delicacy to the dragon he was courting. It is with great shame that he cannot remember what he sought, or who he was enamored with.

Everything is fuzzy now. It's hard to think and concentrate...he had been set upon by the Coatl, who did not fight with tooth and claw, but foul magics. His hide erupted with blisters and boils, his bones grew brittle, and broke under his weight, his blood thick and poisoned. He was going to die.

But he didn't. Oedon brought him back from the brink, and had the audacity to expect thanks for the honor. Afar tried to break his neck, but found himself unable to raise claw against his ""savior."" So he followed him back, to the hellish landscape that was his clans land.

He will bid his time, find allies to help him overthrow this necromancer, and one day, have the satisfaction of feeling Oedon life extinguished under his paws. He knows not how to do this though. This clan is mad. And yet. Recently, a beautiful flower, all the colors of fire was set at his nest. Is it a sign? Or a trap?

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