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Elysium

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Physician of the UnderLair

Familiar

Swarmsprite Deerling

Energy: 49/50

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Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

1.16 m

Wingspan

0.72 m

Weight

1.57 kg

Genetics

Hatchday

Jun 08, 2019
(4 years)

Breed

Adult
Veilspun

Eye Type

Nature
Rare

Level 1 Veilspun

EXP: 0 / 245

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

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Lineage

Parents

none

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Biography

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From the lair of TheCardboardBox for 15g! Bought this lovely lady to become an Ancient someday! I got her with the same birthday as the other 4 so they’re a set! Fingers crossed later down the line I might be able to find more kids with June 8th Birthdays (provided there’s more than 5 Ancients) but if I just have these 5 and hypothetical ones it won't matter.

UPDATE 13/11/20: Veilspuns were released so I turned her into one! They might be my favourite ancient to date. Still hoping for a multiheaded one tho. I like to think that she ties her mane up in braids when she’s practicing so it doesn’t get in the way :)

Shade's alive! Are you quite alright? You look a bit out of sorts, my good drake. The side of your face is quite puffed up. A toothache? My my, a simple fix! I know these things you see, very well if I do say so myself. Who am I? Why, my name is Elysium. For those Ancients born in the UnderLair I will be the first thing they see. For those Ancients who die in the UnderLair...I may very well be the last. What is UnderLair, you ask? I am not at liberty to tell you. You are not the type of dragon it was built for. Nothing against modern breeds of course, but rules are rules. My practices are universal in nature even so. Oh, do not give me that look! Not so used to friendly Veilspun, are you? I promise you I am quite amicable. I am a physician by trade, blessed with knowledge of the many natural remedies found below and above ground. Many dragons also consider me a teacher of sorts, and, more importantly, a friend. But, it has not always been this way. May I elaborate?

Ever since the air of mythology faded, and my kin emerged from our hiding places, life has not been easy. I remember my childhood fondly though. I was born into a swarm that inhabited the densest part of the forest beyond the Grove. The Old Lands. This particular place had been lost to time for centuries, and the trees that grew there blocked out the sun so completely that the resulting darkness could swallow a traveller whole. It has been there since ancient times, feared by all that came before as a place of taboo. For us Veilspun, it was a paradise. Mushrooms bathed my nursery in a dim blue glow, and I had plenty of nestmates to play with. We would chase each other around the gnarled tree roots, seeing who among us would tangle their manes in the twigs and brambles. Thinking back on it, I consider the practice mean spirited now. I would always help my fallen comrades back to the swarm if they hurt themselves, despite their protests. Seeing them injured set within me a great unease that seldom went away until I knew they were fine again.

I would go on to study under the physicians of the swarm for this purpose. I believe that it has always been my duty to help others, no matter what they think of the aid. I was teased for being too soft, but I did not care. This charity extended to dragons not of the swarm when I first learnt how to control the mesmerising qualities of my wings. The other youths in my swarm delighted in causing confusion and misfortune to weary travellers, but I would pity them. It became of great interest to me when these foreigners were injured in particular. I wanted to help, to use my wings to lull them to sleep so that I could go about fixing their ailments without being thrashed around. I was again berated for this, since we Veilspun were never known for our hospitality. We still are not, but I digress.

I had managed to practice in secret until the Banescale came. It was a cycle or two before the reactivation of the Forbidden Portal, and a cold and gloomy day in the Old Lands. I was gathering herbs for one of the Swarm leader’s upset stomach when I heard giggling. It was an unfriendly giggle, characteristic of Veilspun youths up to no good. When I approached the group, I found them crowded around what I thought was a large rock. It turned out to be another species of dragon entirely! This one was small, though slightly larger than my species even in adulthood, and curled in a ball. They were attempting to reason with my brethren, but any pleas they made fell on deaf ears.

Instead, they teased the small thing by parroting back phrases it was saying, 'grand purpose this' and 'golden opportunity' that. I would be lying if I too did not find it a little ridiculous, but my agreeable nature would not allow me to see such suffering continue. I scattered the raucous bunch with some well timed dives (I cannot abide fighting, but I will condone misdirection when necessary), and helped the poor Bane onto their feet. I tended to their wounds with a swift and practiced touch, calming them with the rhythmic motions of my wings. They thanked me in a voice deeper than I expected, steeped in maturity and goodwill. It was a soothing voice, old and wise, with a subtle hint of good humour towards the situation.

He said name was Charon, and explained that his ancestors had given him a mission. This world we knew was changing, and it had been changing without our knowledge for many many seasons. New dragon species had emerged, centuries of conflict had come and gone, and many other 'Ancients' as we were now called had only just begun to reintegrate with the world as a whole. Some of us would find it hard to cope in such a different environment, so it was their duty, Charon's duty, to find those lost and bewildered few and invite them to stay in a series of caverns underneath the Labyrinth. We would be welcomed by the caretaker of this place, a Gaoler named Pluto, for as long as we wished to stay, as long as we refrained from causing infighting.

They were doing well and had grown in number, Charon said, but they needed a physician. Someone who knew the medicines of the Old Lands but was not afraid to venture out into the new world from time to time to learn new remedies and collect for the old. Charon had come here specifically to look for a Veilspun because he had heard of my kin's illusionary capabilities, but was ill prepared for our brand of 'hospitality'. I mentioned that I was a healer for my swarm, a fact he jumped at almost instantly. I could come with him! I made a joke about my gentler nature being the only reason he asked, and he never said anything to the contrary. I asked him to give me some time to think, and he assured me that he will be there should I decide to leave the Old Lands. He bid me farewell after I accompanied him to the edge of the Grove. It would take me many moons to make my decision.

Make no mistakes, I love my swarm. I still miss them to this day. But their reactions to the Portal were so...typical. Most reacted angrily because how dare these younger dragons do such a foolish thing, did they not understand what evil they had awakened? Others wanted nothing to do with the new world, hellbent on continuing the traditions of the Old Lands and turning away any breed perceived as an intruder by any means necessary. I cannot blame them for thinking this way, but when I heard about it I was more worried than angry. I could not bring myself to stay hidden away when there were potential patients to be treated. Foolish or not, I left when the rest of the swarm were sleeping. It was cold when I left, and despite my best efforts to offer alms very few dragons needed help. It seemed that the Portal reopening had affected the world very little, and it made me feel foolish. But, I could not turn back now. I had abandoned my swarm, and they would not take me back so easily after learning why I left. So I drifted for days, barely able to keep myself warm enough to fly. That was when Charon found me again.

I cannot explain how he knew where I'd be, or if he had just made an informed guess, but the Banescale scooped me up in a wing and carried me off into the undergrowth. He kept me warm as we journeyed for what seemed like days, crossing a small sea on a boat made of dark oak. Charon navigated the twisting green foliage with practiced ease, helping me when my mane got tangled. Eventually, he brought me to the mouth of a cave. Stepping lightly, he walked me down a long set of steps carved out of the earth. He escorted me past a gigantic sleeping shadow, a beast I know now as Cerberus, past a grumpy looking bookkeeper by the name of Persephone (who only wrote my name down once I could actually speak clearly), and introduced me to Pluto, the ruler of the UnderLair. The Gaoler was kind enough, offering me enough food and blankets to give me back my strength. I ate whilst Charon was explaining my situation to Pluto, and the Gaoler was more than happy to have me stay in the refuge for as long as I wanted.

I do not recall saying no. It had been a trying experience for me to get there to say the least. We Veilspun are not built for the cold. Though, I felt obliged to offer my services in return for my placement. If things were truely as Charon said all that time ago, the world was a changed place. The residents would want someone who could not only heal their wounds but listen to their stories as well. It made me feel...important. As though I could improve the standings of my kin with other breeds by helping them.

And now, should any of my patients leave UnderLair to brave the new world, I hope perhaps they tell others about me too. As I recall saying when you and I met, my practices are universally available. I sign with Persephone as is protocol. Cerberus is certainly a fearsome beast, but a few treats and a gentle touch is all that they need from time to time. Dare I say I quite like them. Charon understands my want of returning to the surface, and I can never thank him enough for that. It is how you found me today, out in the world looking for salve of all things. I never have enough salve. Oh, my practice is such hard work, but I love it. Good health is important for a speedy recovery! Now, what was it you said you needed?

A bad tooth? Oh yes, I remember. Allow me to tie my mane up. I cannot abide mane hair in my eyes when I am working. There we go! I have an appointment back home in the afternoon, but if you just open your mouth for me I can see to you now. No, I'm afraid I cannot tell you exactly where home is. We discussed this before I told you my story. Were you listening? So hard to find good listeners nowadays. Payment? Well, if you have some salve in that basket of yours I suppose I COULD ask for a small donation. You do not? No matter, I am happy to be of service regardless. Just relaaax~ deep breaths in and out, watch my wings. There we are~ eeexcelleent~ now, keep still and I'll have that rotten tooth out in a pinch. But please, and I must emphasise this...do not follow me when I am done.

ORIGINAL LOOK: GUARDIAN: Triple Basic w/ Common

COMPLETED: 14th November 2020 (Branches added)

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Elysium or the Elysian Fields (Ancient Greek: Ἠλύσιον πεδίον, Ēlýsion pedíon) is a conception of the afterlife that developed over time and was maintained by some Greek religious and philosophical sects and cults.

Initially separate from the realm of Hades, admission was reserved for mortals related to the gods and other heroes. Later, it expanded to include those chosen by the gods, the righteous, and the heroic, where they would remain after death, to live a blessed and happy life, and indulging in whatever employment they had enjoyed in life.

The Elysian Fields were, according to Homer, located on the western edge of the Earth by the stream of Okeanos. In the time of the Greek poet Hesiod, Elysium would also be known as the Fortunate Isles or the Isles (or Islands) of the Blessed, located in the western ocean at the end of the earth. The Isles of the Blessed would be reduced to a single island by the Theban poet Pindar, describing it as having shady parks, with residents indulging in athletic and musical pastimes.

The ruler of Elysium varies from author to author: Pindar and Hesiod name Cronus as the ruler, while the poet Homer in the Odyssey describes fair-haired Rhadamanthus dwelling there.

(Wikipedia)

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