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Thrylos

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The Legend of the Riverside

Familiar

Pronghorn Stomper

Energy: 0/50

Personal Style

Apparel

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

15.77 m

Wingspan

20.43 m

Weight

9608.77 kg

Genetics

Obsidian
Vipera

Obsidian
Stripes

Obsidian
Underbelly

Hatchday

Nov 19, 2016
(7 years)

Breed

Adult
Guardian

Eye Type

Arcane
Common

Level 25 Guardian

Max Level

STR

129

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Teloch
Vovim

Offspring

Biography

Thrýlos
Clan Legend
"When the legends die, the dreams end; there is no more greatness." -Tecumseh

Backstory

Hatching from my nest, the first thing I saw was two dark figures standing above. My eyes adjusted to the light, and I saw that those figures are my parents. Behind them, the swirls of the clouds blended in with the amethyst sky. Wind howled and whipped at the grass, and the observatory stood high above the ground. Rain riddled the sky with wet droplets and pelted the shamrock ground below. Beads of water hung onto the side of the observatory and trickled down its every crack.
Taken inside, I felt the warmth of the domain of the Arcanist. This warmth was greeted by another feeling as if from far away from the Starfall Isles themselves. I was not entirely sure of what it was.
Then something broke into my thoughts. A sound. The sound of steady rain falling came softly from the outside and blended with the echoes within the observatory.
After climbing to the top, I had a clear view of Sornieth. I saw the Fortress Of Ends, cold with the ice made by the frozen dragons of the icefield. I saw the Tempest Spire, struck with hundreds of lighting bolts. The Pillar of the World stood representing a lost alliance. The Behemoth towered over the Forum of the Obscured Crescent, which was the opposite to the Beacon of the Radiant Eye. The Great Furnace's lava bubbled and was only rivaled by the Wyrmwound, its plagues threatening to sicken the land further.
Our whole world was before my eyes. I recognized the feeling that came to me beforehand. This time, I felt that it came from the river which surged between Shadow and Nature.
I asked my father when I could leave the nest. He simply replied with "when you are ready."
A few days later, I felt as though I was as ready as he mentioned I would be. I took off with one powerful beat of my wings. My father was okay with this, but my mother not so much. However, I flew on past the clouds and gazed at golden light.
The feeling came to me again. What could it have been? It came from somewhere below the clouds, so it seemed. With a beat of my wings, I took off in the direction from which the feeling came.
Soon, the feeling became a song, a melody which played its music smoothly and kind. Smooth led to rough, and the song became as fierce as a lion. The smooth melody overpowered the one which played. What could make such a song, with its flowing tunes and jagged notes?
Going faster, I burst through the clouds and found myself shooting toward a river of stars. Atop a shadowy steed was a dragon of two feet. They wore garbs which covered their body and threw shadow over their face. In their claws was a dark glaive. Below, many dragons fought against this challenger, and I felt somewhat obliged to help this clan.
Launching myself at the dragon, I lashed at its chest, wings, and steed. Both let out a cry and sped off, disappearing into the shadow and returning the light. I landed and was congratulated by others about my bravery.
The clan leader noticed my colors and spoke of some prophecy. Was I really the one they had been waiting for? The one who would bring fortune? I never knew then, and I don't even know now. They told me of the clan and how it worked. From then on, I was part of this clan, the Clan of Fallen Dreams.

Act 1.5

It is done.

Summary

The ancient script written by the ancestors tell a tale of a fabled Obsidian dragon. The dragon would be a wise dragon of Arcane, and have patterns created of scroll. If this dragon were to come to the clan, then the clan was to be given luck against the Dreamstealer upon his horse, Nightmare.

Relations

His friends include the clan leaders, Skybourne, Redfur, Crimsoneye, and Obsidianwing. Dragons who don't like him are Night, Nightkeeper, and Navybourne (who thinks he does not follow clan rules as much as others do). Obsidianwing also does not like him as detailed in the Personality column. As a role model in the clan, he does not openly dislike anyone. But he does secretly dislike Steelbourne for his bluntness.

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Personality

He is a very personable dragon who cares a lot about his outward appearance to other clans. He believes that one dragon sets a role model for the rest of it and sets up stereotypes good or bad. He acts the best way he can be and receives much praise for it from dragons who cannot see through his facade. However, those who do think he is not faithful to his true persona that no one knows (as he does not openly express it) don't like him. Among them is Obsidianwing, who might know his true personality.

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