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Lyrthylor

(#3139972)

Level 25 Imperial

Energy: 50/50

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Measurements

Length

28.46 m

Wingspan

17.67 m

Weight

6829.01 kg

Genetics

White
Iridescent

Midnight
Shimmer

Ice
Runes

Hatchday

Apr 23, 2014
(9 years)

Breed

Adult
Imperial

Eye Type

Ice
Common

Level 25 Imperial

Max Level

STR

125

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QCK

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Biography

L Y R T H Y L O R

Who's afraid of the big bad wolf?

B I O G R A P H Y

Lyrthylor was born to an Imperial father and a Wildclaw mother. His mother's egg was rumored to have come from the Arcanist himself. His father had been blessed by the Lightweaver herself. With such elevated parentage, it was easy for the young Imperial to find a clan of his own. As a child, Lyrthylorfound himself in a clan that valued purity of blood - purity of Imperial blood. Keeping his parentage a secret, he managed to integrate himself into the clan successfully and even managed to find a mate.

However, all was not well. A rival leaked his secret and Lyrthylor soon found himself shunned. His children fled the clan. His mate supported him, but soon she too chose to leave, deciding that service to the Icewarden would be preferable to the continued prejudice of the clan. With his options narrowing and his future uncertain, Lyrthylor decided to take matters into his own hands.

The clan gave him two choices: life as a servant or menial laborer, or leave forever. Lyrthylor, disgusted at his clanmates' shortsightedness, chose the latter option. His first idea, to join his mate in the Icewarden's service, came to nothing, as he found himself unable to find her amongst the multitudes of the Icewarden's servitors. Instead, he found himself wandering the length and breadth of Sornieth, searching for a new clan to call his own.

B I O G R A P H Y

Lyrthylor found himself wandering the Scarred Wasteland. Ash stirred in the breeze, and with every breath he took it felt like his lungs were seared and useless. The dragons he met bore the scars and symptoms of their disease proudly. Lyrthylor thought they were mad. Plagues were not uncommon here, and the clan of Imperials he had sought out had all perished recently in one of the epidemics that regularly swept through the population here. A quick trip to their gravesite confirmed the fact. They were gone, and Lyrthylor would have to look elsewhere for a home. However...

An Emperor dragon stirred from the ashes of the funereal pyre. Unlike the rest of its brethren it was a monstrosity of ash and embers, the virulent plagues that had wracked its progenitors in life having mutated it into... this. The dragons who had come to visit the gravesite beside Lyrthylor fled. Lyrthylor thought about going with them, but he was tired of wandering, tired of not having a home. He took a deep breath, gathering his strength, and threw himself into the heart of the thing, trusting in the ice at his core to protect him from its virulent heat.

The maneuver worked. The Emperor froze about him, ash settling and embers cooling. The fire heating its life leached away. Lyrthylor found himself trapped in the center of the ice lattice, his life draining as his magic drained itself into the crystalline lattice sapping the Emperor's vitality. The small part of his mind not caught up in crafting the ice felt satisfaction at such a worthy ending to his life as he let the ice curl into him.

Lyrthylor woke up to sunlight and soft birdsong. The presence of intense sunlight and dressed stone told him where he was. A tiny fae perched on the tip of his nose peered at him darkly through finely-wrought golden lenses, then nodded her head and flew off. Lyrthylor felt hope spring within him once more. Perhaps the Icewarden had brought him into this clan, this life, for a reason. Whatever it was, he intended to make full use of it.

Bio template by @Mibella, find it here.

art by Palatine

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