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Redsparrow » Lair » Rhum
Level 25
Guardian Female
Apr 08, 2015 (5 years)
Stats Growth
PrimaryForest Basic
SecondaryObsidian Basic
TertiarySoil Basic
Eye TypeLight Common
Energy: 45 / 50
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Rhum Passer
Founder of Passerem Clan
Head Commander of the De Carcere ad Lucem Guard
Former Ruler of the fallen Aurora City
Ruler of Fire Stone City

“We will leave.”

Crumbling walls of golden stone was all that remained of Aurora City, their home. The Passerem Clan gathered among the ruins, roused by the Guardian whose words of strength guided.

“We have been betrayed, we have lost but we will not be lost.”

Eyes of light, true to the deity whom had awaken Rhum and her partner Yaeshon, surveyed the remainder of her lair. A city they had created together in the pursuit of knowledge before transforming into a place of protection for power bound in hide and scales. At the height of her civilization they had played host to creatures of great deeds and of greater evil.

The party she stood before now was broken, twisted, damaged. What remanded of the De Carcere ad Lucem Guard scattered to hold off the relentless attack. The Rot of the Pleagubringer’s army penetrated the lair, killing, corrupting and decaying all it touched.

“Where will we go?” A voice that spoke for all before her.

“To Dragonhome.”

~The Last Stand~

Light beat down upon the hallowed ground.

Pure white feathers tainted in their owner’s blood scattered innocently by a warm evening breeze. Rhum, the victor, felt an emptiness settle within her breast. None approached the guardian whose eyes saw all carnage as fallen alliances.

We fight for our land, we stand our ground and defend our home! Her call to action now whispered on the gentle wind that pulled up from deep within the valley below. The sun was setting over the battleground. Allied lairs and those simply caught up in the war set about gathering the dead from around them.

Rhum watched the sun fade, un-moving. She had fought her kin, her home, her god. She had won but at what cost?

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