Rowan
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Level 1 Imperial
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
22.76 m
Wingspan
24.57 m
Weight
6271.35 kg
Genetics
Taupe
Ripple
Ripple
Pearl
Freckle
Freckle
Pearl
Gembond
Gembond
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Imperial
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Lineage
Parents
Offspring
- Seth
- Judd
- Ira
- Anderson
- Sugarblossom
- Cuddlepie
- Xylina
- Huntsman
- Baenre
- Sebastian
- Serenity
- Radinen
- Wraithstrike
- Starwind
- Neren
- Irieora
- Duchess
- Dove
- Shadowside
- Brawne
- Wintrow
- Ventus
- Andrick
- Peppin
- Codex
- Mali
- Scatter
- Kalamari
- Myrrh
- Nilsine
- Brandybuck
- Beauty
- Benessa
- Kor
- Epa
- Tywyn
- Thrash
- Thomas
- Zowie
- Anuvien
- Nestol
- Swadine
- Caelen
- Illusionist
- Hauki
- Zamarca
- Glinda
- Brychon
- Carter
- Spellplague
- Paxton
- Gamgee
- Bones
Biography
Petal and Rowan on loan for breeding from Catkinstarchild :)
Oakheart’s central meadow is the main place that all the dragons gather, and many sleep out in the open under the stars and the watchful sentinel of the Heart Oak tree. This meadow is large, full of wildflowers and ringed with ancient trees, but none match the majesty of the great oak that towers high atop its hill- they say it is a sapling of the Behemoth itself. Oakheart clansmen say that the Heart Oak provides them with a magical protection, that none of ill intent can ever find the place, let alone enter. Certainly the tree is sentient, and loves music, stories and song, and holds vigil over its beloved dragons as though they were its family. One need but lay a hand upon the trunk of the vast tree to feel the barely perceptible hum of life and awareness and ancient magic, flowing just beneath the surface.
Travellers usually seem to arrive at Oakheart by late evening, when the gold of sunset hasn’t yet faded from the sky, and lingers still warm on the topmost leaves of the thinning trees and wildflowers sprawling underfoot.
The Oakheart clan has a long history of welcoming travellers to its fireside; that is how most of the inhabitants came to be a part of the clan. Wanderers and those seeking something are the most common, though sometimes dragons hiding from their past- or trying to build a new one- find here a solace and sanctuary amid friendly, non-judgemental and forgiving dragonfolk. Newcomers are all assessed by the practised eye of Bard, who asks of them their story- what brought them here, who they consider themselves to be, as individuals; what they desire in life. If it might be fulfilled living here, then a place is found for them to flourish and put down metaphical roots.
It must be said, however, that while travellers are welcomed, and all are given supplies to continue on their way or to support them for the duration of their visit, there are some amongst the Oakheart clansfolk who keep an ever-watchful eye over the newcomers, and are responsive to the slightest hint of ill intent. Those of ill will seem never to stay long; some have been known to convert, and perhaps the rest are so put out of sorts by the sheer pressure of such open-hearted kindness that they decide to leave- but then again, no one is ever sure that they said goodbye- nor where they said they were headed. All that is known is, they must have been in a great hurry to leave, before they disappeared into thin air, because they left absolutely all of their belongings where they'd slept. Perhaps it was a thankyou gift. If one or two of the clansmen shared a glance, a nod, a slight inclination of the head, the night before the ill-meaning newcomer disappeared- why, regardless, the other clansmen slept peacefully in blissful ignorance.
It’s easy to get lost in the Gladekeeper’s lands. They’re not called the “Viridian Labyrinth” for nothing. Although many dragons have met their ends here, luckier ones may hear a soft voice sound out of the dimness: “Pardon me, but...are you lost?”
His name is Rowan, and he can normally be found at the fringes of the Oakheart Clan’s territory. The magnificent trees at the lair’s entrance are under his care. These trees barely reach past the Imperial’s shoulder, but their leaves are glossy and dark. They look as though they’re covered in snow, even though it isn’t winter—the white gleam is actually fruits, beautiful moon-colored berries.
Rowan is solicitous by nature and will want to make sure you are all right. He knows what terrors the woods hold. You may have suffered a scrape on the way here....A brief murmur from the healer, and you’ll be right as rain.
Afterwards, you might want to stay with the clan for a while. “Come,” Rowan says, and so you follow him into the lair.
Once you go past the trees, you feel that you’ve entered another world. It’s unusually bright here, with delicate shafts of light piercing the canopy. There seems to be more birdsong, more colors. More life. “Are we still within the Labyrinth?” some visitors ask Rowan. He chuckles gently at this question, but gives no concrete reply.
~ ~ ~
Rowan cares for travelers who wander past, but his chief charges are the trees which gave him his name. Only few other dragons dare tend them.
They are not ordinary trees. They are ancient and have learned much from the world. There are beings who would seek to pry this knowledge from them. And so the trees reached out to the Gladekeeper and prayed for a protector.
That protector was Rowan. He came to the woods, guided by the whispers of the trees. He bent an ear towards their trunks, and they began imparting their secrets to him. As Rowan protected the trees, so they, too, grew strong. And the magic he acquired from them grew stronger as well.
He can now do things many dragons can’t. He can heal wounds with a touch, a whisper. The trees have promised him that in time, he will be able to heal with only a thought. He can use the trees to open gateways and to dispel the foul enchantments that lead travelers astray. Without Rowan and the trees, many travelers would surely have been lost to the darkness.
There are many kinds of power. There is power that smites, power that destroys. Then, too, there is power that heals, power that guides. Rowan has been blessed with the latter.
Trees live for a long time. So do Imperials. More travelers will come to the forest....Their safety is assured. As long as Rowan and his trees live, there will be at least one dragon in the Labyrinth to save those who are lost.
~written by Disillusionist (254672)
all edits by other users
Arriving in Oakheart
Oakheart’s central meadow is the main place that all the dragons gather, and many sleep out in the open under the stars and the watchful sentinel of the Heart Oak tree. This meadow is large, full of wildflowers and ringed with ancient trees, but none match the majesty of the great oak that towers high atop its hill- they say it is a sapling of the Behemoth itself. Oakheart clansmen say that the Heart Oak provides them with a magical protection, that none of ill intent can ever find the place, let alone enter. Certainly the tree is sentient, and loves music, stories and song, and holds vigil over its beloved dragons as though they were its family. One need but lay a hand upon the trunk of the vast tree to feel the barely perceptible hum of life and awareness and ancient magic, flowing just beneath the surface.
Travellers usually seem to arrive at Oakheart by late evening, when the gold of sunset hasn’t yet faded from the sky, and lingers still warm on the topmost leaves of the thinning trees and wildflowers sprawling underfoot.
The Oakheart clan has a long history of welcoming travellers to its fireside; that is how most of the inhabitants came to be a part of the clan. Wanderers and those seeking something are the most common, though sometimes dragons hiding from their past- or trying to build a new one- find here a solace and sanctuary amid friendly, non-judgemental and forgiving dragonfolk. Newcomers are all assessed by the practised eye of Bard, who asks of them their story- what brought them here, who they consider themselves to be, as individuals; what they desire in life. If it might be fulfilled living here, then a place is found for them to flourish and put down metaphical roots.
It must be said, however, that while travellers are welcomed, and all are given supplies to continue on their way or to support them for the duration of their visit, there are some amongst the Oakheart clansfolk who keep an ever-watchful eye over the newcomers, and are responsive to the slightest hint of ill intent. Those of ill will seem never to stay long; some have been known to convert, and perhaps the rest are so put out of sorts by the sheer pressure of such open-hearted kindness that they decide to leave- but then again, no one is ever sure that they said goodbye- nor where they said they were headed. All that is known is, they must have been in a great hurry to leave, before they disappeared into thin air, because they left absolutely all of their belongings where they'd slept. Perhaps it was a thankyou gift. If one or two of the clansmen shared a glance, a nod, a slight inclination of the head, the night before the ill-meaning newcomer disappeared- why, regardless, the other clansmen slept peacefully in blissful ignorance.
The Gatekeeper ~ Protector and Healer ~ Guardian of the Groves ~ Cures Sickness and Guards against Evil Spirits ~
(Peachblossom and Rowan, bonded pair)
A Tale by Disillusionist!
It’s easy to get lost in the Gladekeeper’s lands. They’re not called the “Viridian Labyrinth” for nothing. Although many dragons have met their ends here, luckier ones may hear a soft voice sound out of the dimness: “Pardon me, but...are you lost?”
His name is Rowan, and he can normally be found at the fringes of the Oakheart Clan’s territory. The magnificent trees at the lair’s entrance are under his care. These trees barely reach past the Imperial’s shoulder, but their leaves are glossy and dark. They look as though they’re covered in snow, even though it isn’t winter—the white gleam is actually fruits, beautiful moon-colored berries.
Rowan is solicitous by nature and will want to make sure you are all right. He knows what terrors the woods hold. You may have suffered a scrape on the way here....A brief murmur from the healer, and you’ll be right as rain.
Afterwards, you might want to stay with the clan for a while. “Come,” Rowan says, and so you follow him into the lair.
Once you go past the trees, you feel that you’ve entered another world. It’s unusually bright here, with delicate shafts of light piercing the canopy. There seems to be more birdsong, more colors. More life. “Are we still within the Labyrinth?” some visitors ask Rowan. He chuckles gently at this question, but gives no concrete reply.
~ ~ ~
Rowan cares for travelers who wander past, but his chief charges are the trees which gave him his name. Only few other dragons dare tend them.
They are not ordinary trees. They are ancient and have learned much from the world. There are beings who would seek to pry this knowledge from them. And so the trees reached out to the Gladekeeper and prayed for a protector.
That protector was Rowan. He came to the woods, guided by the whispers of the trees. He bent an ear towards their trunks, and they began imparting their secrets to him. As Rowan protected the trees, so they, too, grew strong. And the magic he acquired from them grew stronger as well.
He can now do things many dragons can’t. He can heal wounds with a touch, a whisper. The trees have promised him that in time, he will be able to heal with only a thought. He can use the trees to open gateways and to dispel the foul enchantments that lead travelers astray. Without Rowan and the trees, many travelers would surely have been lost to the darkness.
There are many kinds of power. There is power that smites, power that destroys. Then, too, there is power that heals, power that guides. Rowan has been blessed with the latter.
Trees live for a long time. So do Imperials. More travelers will come to the forest....Their safety is assured. As long as Rowan and his trees live, there will be at least one dragon in the Labyrinth to save those who are lost.
~written by Disillusionist (254672)
all edits by other users
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Named after the mystical White Rowan tree, with protective and healing qualities, guarding against sickness and evil spirits
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