Draven
(#49790341)
Level 23 Fae
Familiar
Violet of Trickmurk
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Energy: 42/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Shadow.
Male Fae
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
0.87 m
Wingspan
1.22 m
Weight
0.88 kg
Genetics
Peridot
Fade
Fade
Copper
Noxtide
Noxtide
Chartreuse
Okapi
Okapi
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 23 Fae
EXP: 43368 / 147452
STR
5
AGI
17
DEF
15
QCK
57
INT
97
VIT
18
MND
12
Lineage
Biography
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Scholarly
Dedicated Dutiful  Job: Peacemaker behind the scenes  
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Noone is sure exactly how old his spirit is but some say the most devoted of the deity's servants are rewarded with reincarnation into Sornieth via the most common of dragon species to begin afresh, so the possibilities are almost timeless. For it is told that when the deity spoke it was said thus:
"The most devoted of my servants, when they leave this realm",
proclaimed the deity, "are given the option to re-enter the world of Sornieth. Those who choose to do so, return with a fresh start, all genes removed, all family ties renounced. Complete genetic reset. This is indeed how the bloodlines remain pure and mixed rather than sullied and inbred, and this is why they must reappear as orphans to be adopted. Their parents are the deities themselves. So be good to those you exalt into my ranks for you know not when and in what guise they may reappear, and remember: you shall harvest what you sow." And so it was: the mysterious Draven gradually blended right in with Xanthus' clan, and to this day his Shadowy eyes continue providing balance to Xanthus' Light gaze as they oversee the realms together. |
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They continued enroute to the festival.
That evening Xanthus spoke. "This is our last night camping. We shall reach the festival tomorrow, it is but a short journey from this point so get yourself rested and tomorrow we shall enjoy the festivites!"
The younger dragons clustered around the egg that evening. With their ears to the shell some claimed to hear muffled noises eminating from within. Others, crouching so they could line the egg up with the firelight behind it claimed to be able to see movement.
Surprising them all, the next morning, as they were packing up their camp, the muffled noises could be discerned clearly. Which is to say you no longer needed your ear to the shell, as the younger members of the clan were wont to do out of excitement, but so it was that they were surrounding the egg as a fine crack appeared in the shell and began creeping its way around it's circumference.
The egg was hatching!
"He's so green!" one cried, lifting the last piece of shell from the hatchling which was still stretching itself out from its embryonic pose.
"We should call him Apple" laughed another
"Or Avocado! His eye is like the seed!" chimed in another excitedly.
"How about Pear?"
"Kiwi?"
The name game seemed like it could go on forever, and the youngsters were only silenced when Xanthus spoke.
'He is not ours to name, we shall return him to the Shadowkeepers when we arrive at the festival. They shall give him his name", he spoke wisely. "We are very close, so pack yourselves and lets get moving!"
However, when they arrived they discovered officials were busy with festivities and it was a long time until they could set a meeting to report their find. When they finally COULD report it they were set a proper meeting shortly after the conclusion of the festival, not what they had been expecting AT ALL!
And so it was that the hatchling bonded with them for the duration of the festivites, so when it was finally time to meet with the Shadow elders, they saw how well Xanthus' clan had looked after the hatchling and the bond it already had with them and they announced:
As we do not know the parents and it appears he has already chosen his family, he shall be a symbol of union between our two neighbouring territories, a healing of the old rift betwen us, and indeed a healer of great renown he shall become himself, for we shall train him in the highest shadow magicks.
So it was, with great celebration and jubilation, that this new family member entered the clan.
Back at their camp preparing to leave, all talk was of the young hatchling:
"What shall we call it?"
"Its so green… lets call it Avocado!"
"No! Kiwi!"
"No! Pear!"
"You're so focused on his head, what about his copper wings, lets call him Cooper, as in 'Cupric, Cuprous' instead!"
“Enough youngsters, enough!” spoke Xanthus and his words brought an eager silence to the group.
“He is a shadow dragon. Found in the shadow realms. In an uncertain place somewhere between the Driftwood Drag and the Forum of the Obscured Crescent. Whatever his name is should reflect that.”
“For example - Kardama” spoke Xanthus, “Kardama means Shadow."
"Blagdan” he continued, pausing for effect, “Blagdan means ‘One From the Shadowy Valley’”
The group all nodded in agreement.
Xanthus was well respected for his calm leadership, and the members of his group all awaited his next breath:
“but,” he finished, “ I feel we shall call him Draven - One who emerges from the shadows”
Noone is sure exactly how old his spirit is but some say the most devoted of the deity's servants are rewarded with reincarnation into Sornieth via the most common of dragon species to begin afresh, so the possibilities are almost timeless.
For it is told that when the deity spoke it was thus:
"The best of my servants, when they leave this realm", proclaimed the deity, " are given the option to re-enter the world of Sornieth. Those who choose to do so, return with a fresh start, all genes removed, all family ties renounced by genetic reset.
This is indeed how the bloodlines remain pure and mixed rather than sullied and inbred, and this is why they must appear as orphans to be adopted. Their parents are the deities themselves. So be good to those you exalt into my ranks for you know not when and in what guise they may reappear, and remember: you shall harvest what you sow."
And so it was:
the mysterious Draven gradually blended right in with Xanthus' clan, and to this day his Shadowy eyes continue providing balance to Xanthus' Light gaze as they oversee the realms together.
change Draven to Tiger, Morph/Noxtide, Okapi?
Always seen in dark glasses in the Light realms
It was a shadowy day (Yes day not night)
In the Tangled Wood only the moss shone bright
It had been this way sometime since they had left the Sunbeam Ruins so the group hoped that the sudden change signified crossing an elemental border, and the approximate halfway point of their journey.
It was eerie how suddenly the clear truth of Light and believing in what they saw shifted to the shadowy realm of doubt in what they perceived.
It was another halfway from the aforementioned halfway point that they stumbled on the egg while scavenging for supplies.
It was undoubtedly a shadow egg.
Nobody spoke openly of its worth on the black market, and even if anyone had contemplated it they would certainly have contemplated next - how could they possibly smuggle a shadow egg through shadow territory and back? With a festival going on all around them! And keep it hidden for the duration of Trickmurk Circus no less?!? What would happen if they were caught? They would definitely get caught! No it was definitely the right thing to do to return it to the Shadowkeepers.
In the Tangled Wood only the moss shone bright
It had been this way sometime since they had left the Sunbeam Ruins so the group hoped that the sudden change signified crossing an elemental border, and the approximate halfway point of their journey.
It was eerie how suddenly the clear truth of Light and believing in what they saw shifted to the shadowy realm of doubt in what they perceived.
It was another halfway from the aforementioned halfway point that they stumbled on the egg while scavenging for supplies.
It was undoubtedly a shadow egg.
Nobody spoke openly of its worth on the black market, and even if anyone had contemplated it they would certainly have contemplated next - how could they possibly smuggle a shadow egg through shadow territory and back? With a festival going on all around them! And keep it hidden for the duration of Trickmurk Circus no less?!? What would happen if they were caught? They would definitely get caught! No it was definitely the right thing to do to return it to the Shadowkeepers.
They continued enroute to the festival.
That evening Xanthus spoke. "This is our last night camping. We shall reach the festival tomorrow, it is but a short journey from this point so get yourself rested and tomorrow we shall enjoy the festivites!"
The younger dragons clustered around the egg that evening. With their ears to the shell some claimed to hear muffled noises eminating from within. Others, crouching so they could line the egg up with the firelight behind it claimed to be able to see movement.
Surprising them all, the next morning, as they were packing up their camp, the muffled noises could be discerned clearly. Which is to say you no longer needed your ear to the shell, as the younger members of the clan were wont to do out of excitement, but so it was that they were surrounding the egg as a fine crack appeared in the shell and began creeping its way around it's circumference.
The egg was hatching!
"He's so green!" one cried, lifting the last piece of shell from the hatchling which was still stretching itself out from its embryonic pose.
"We should call him Apple" laughed another
"Or Avocado! His eye is like the seed!" chimed in another excitedly.
"How about Pear?"
"Kiwi?"
The name game seemed like it could go on forever, and the youngsters were only silenced when Xanthus spoke.
'He is not ours to name, we shall return him to the Shadowkeepers when we arrive at the festival. They shall give him his name", he spoke wisely. "We are very close, so pack yourselves and lets get moving!"
However, when they arrived they discovered officials were busy with festivities and it was a long time until they could set a meeting to report their find. When they finally COULD report it they were set a proper meeting shortly after the conclusion of the festival, not what they had been expecting AT ALL!
And so it was that the hatchling bonded with them for the duration of the festivites, so when it was finally time to meet with the Shadow elders, they saw how well Xanthus' clan had looked after the hatchling and the bond it already had with them and they announced:
As we do not know the parents and it appears he has already chosen his family, he shall be a symbol of union between our two neighbouring territories, a healing of the old rift betwen us, and indeed a healer of great renown he shall become himself, for we shall train him in the highest shadow magicks.
So it was, with great celebration and jubilation, that this new family member entered the clan.
Back at their camp preparing to leave, all talk was of the young hatchling:
"What shall we call it?"
"Its so green… lets call it Avocado!"
"No! Kiwi!"
"No! Pear!"
"You're so focused on his head, what about his copper wings, lets call him Cooper, as in 'Cupric, Cuprous' instead!"
“Enough youngsters, enough!” spoke Xanthus and his words brought an eager silence to the group.
“He is a shadow dragon. Found in the shadow realms. In an uncertain place somewhere between the Driftwood Drag and the Forum of the Obscured Crescent. Whatever his name is should reflect that.”
“For example - Kardama” spoke Xanthus, “Kardama means Shadow."
"Blagdan” he continued, pausing for effect, “Blagdan means ‘One From the Shadowy Valley’”
The group all nodded in agreement.
Xanthus was well respected for his calm leadership, and the members of his group all awaited his next breath:
“but,” he finished, “ I feel we shall call him Draven - One who emerges from the shadows”
Draven.
It seemed the fae babe was always meant to be named this.
The name belonged to him, or he belonged to it.
They were one again.
It seemed the fae babe was always meant to be named this.
The name belonged to him, or he belonged to it.
They were one again.
Noone is sure exactly how old his spirit is but some say the most devoted of the deity's servants are rewarded with reincarnation into Sornieth via the most common of dragon species to begin afresh, so the possibilities are almost timeless.
For it is told that when the deity spoke it was thus:
"The best of my servants, when they leave this realm", proclaimed the deity, " are given the option to re-enter the world of Sornieth. Those who choose to do so, return with a fresh start, all genes removed, all family ties renounced by genetic reset.
This is indeed how the bloodlines remain pure and mixed rather than sullied and inbred, and this is why they must appear as orphans to be adopted. Their parents are the deities themselves. So be good to those you exalt into my ranks for you know not when and in what guise they may reappear, and remember: you shall harvest what you sow."
And so it was:
the mysterious Draven gradually blended right in with Xanthus' clan, and to this day his Shadowy eyes continue providing balance to Xanthus' Light gaze as they oversee the realms together.
change Draven to Tiger, Morph/Noxtide, Okapi?
Always seen in dark glasses in the Light realms
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