Suphlatus
(#30845278)
Level 1 Fae
Familiar
Crystal Carrier
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Light.
Male Fae
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
1.12 m
Wingspan
1.21 m
Weight
1.29 kg
Genetics
Antique
Iridescent
Iridescent
Sanddollar
Butterfly
Butterfly
Hickory
Runes
Runes
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Fae
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
5
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
6
INT
8
VIT
5
MND
8
Lineage
Biography
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Suphlatus, Angel of Dust
What lives in Sornieth? People, Beastclans, animals...spirits and demons. And from time to time, the gods. Although the gods prefer to go about their own affairs, they occasionally condescend to answer their supplicants’ prayers. Once their business is complete, they go on their own way once more. Beyond what happens to themselves and their children, the deities have not much concern. They tend to disregard the Beastclans, the animals, the spirits and the demons. Some of these otherworldly beings are more invested in Sornieth than the gods seem to be, though. They meddle quite actively in the affairs of the world. And occasionally the people catch their eye, and they reach out....They have their own affairs to attend to, as well. One of them drifted on the wings of a clear morning breeze. It looked down at the drab earth stretching beneath it. Crags and heaps of rock...a great chasm shearing into the ground. Some days before, a curious pair of traveler had passed by. The entity had not seen them, but it had heard their voices on the wind, and a curious scent had stuck to their clothes and hands. Only a trace...but it would wait. It needed to find out more. ~ ~ ~ “Right! That should do the trick....” Nia’s gloved hands, as she dusted them off, made a muffled clanking noise. She looked up at the ancient machine, and it groaned to life, probing deep beneath the ground for fresh water. A cheer of relief rose from the clan. Many of them clustered around the technician, clapping her on the back—though not too hard, as then they might bruise their fingers. Nia spoke with the leaders, explaining the maintenance they’d have to do to keep their well running. Nathan, meanwhile, hovered to the side, near the wall. He had about him the air of a child impatiently waiting for its mother to finish shopping and just go home already. He’d felt very confident as he’d been guiding Nia through the Shattered Plain, but he knew nothing about machinery, especially the old technology left over from bygone Ages. He’d felt very surplus to requirements, actually, while Nia had been doing her repairs and calling out orders to the clan. “Are we done?” he couldn’t help groaning as she lumbered over. Nia burst out laughing and smacked him playfully on the shoulder. (He winced.) “Don’t look so dour, Nathan! We’re really and truly done here. They should be able to handle things on their own now.” Nathan laughed sheepishly as he realized how grumpily he’d been acting. The rest of the host clan took it in good stride. Many of them went along with Nia and Nathan to the entrance of the lair, and there they bade the Hidden Haven members a friendly good-bye. Their mission complete, Nia and Nathan set out onto the Shattered Plain once more. It was a bright, clear morning, and ahead, dimly, they could see the dark smudge of the Tangled Wood. Normally, Nathan would be able to make the return journey in a few hours, but Nia, with all her mechanical parts, was too heavy to fly. Instead, the two of them trudged across the ground. Nia’s Clattercog Engineer, Whack, lumbered along behind them. He hauled a small wagon filled with the supplies they needed to survive in the desert. Now that Nathan was on the road again, he’d regained his usual good spirits. His true passion and skill lay in wayfinding. He was a well-traveled man who knew the best routes around Sornieth and could be relied on to guide the other clan members on their travels. He knew the roads, the customs of each region.... He also knew the dangers. It was some days later when one of them appeared. Nathan and Nia had taken shelter in the shadow of a boulder and were finishing their lunch. As Nia and Whack packed up, Nathan checked their surroundings. He frowned—there was a dark smudge on the western horizon. He watched it grow larger, nearer, its shape changing all the while. “There’s trouble,” he reported. “Dust storm to the west. It’s not moving fast, so it must be weak. It’s big, though....” Nia grimaced behind her mask. “Are we gonna stay put?” “No. We might get buried....It’s better to keep moving. We’ll soon be out of the storm if we do that.” Nia’s expression grew mournful, but she prepared to leave the camp. Nathan helped her seal her clothes so that no dust could get into the fine seams of her mechanical parts. The two of them then set off, Whack lumbering behind, conscious all the while of the dust storm bearing down on their right. As Nathan had noticed, it was wide rather than tall. It moved sluggishly over the plain. When it finally crept up to them, they settled masks and goggles firmly over their faces. “I shall be glad to be out of this accursed storm!” Nia groaned. Nathan could only agree. ~ ~ ~ The travelers bulled through the storm. There was nothing unusual about that; travelers were always trekking across the Shattered Plain, and they had learned to brave the dust storms that were common this time of year. There was something else about these two travelers, though....That other entity watched them, reached a slim appendage out to them. Minute grains of dust detached themselves from the travelers’ clothes and wafted over, mingling with ethereal substance.... The entity sampled the grains, and now it tasted the travelers’ essence, the essence of their home. There was something about them that was almost familiar, like notes from an old, old song....A song that spoke of open skies, burning wings, and ineffable light and glory. The entity decided to follow them. It lowered itself to the ground, and within the swirling dust, a shape began to appear. The head and torso were humanoid, similarly garbed in clothes that kept out the dust. It walked on two feet that weren’t quite hooves....They left no mark in the swirling sands. Silently, unnoticed by the travelers or the familiar, it picked its way after them. ~ ~ ~ Nathan and Nia didn’t speak now, and they didn’t dare look back at the dust swirling past They could hear Whack clanking after them, so at least they knew he was all right. Nia had already had enough, though. She grasped Nathan’s forearm and towed him behind a great outcrop. There was shelter here, but not for long, he feared. “We can’t stay here,” he panted. He ignored Nia’s fiery glare and continued, “The storm could change direction. We could get buried alive here.” “Hah! Not at all. Go to it, Whack.” The Clattercog Engineer saluted. He dropped his cargo and leaped into the driving wind. Nathan and Nia looked narrowly at each other. Then they settled down to wait. After what seemed an age and a half, they heard Whack’s whirring, clicking noises. The Clattercog Engineer reappeared. His front panel popped open; an orb set in his chest projected a flickering map of their location—including the treeline only a few hundred yards away. “That close to the Tangled Wood?” Nathan thought in surprise. Nia had already let out a triumphant whoop. “We can make it! Come on, Nate. We’re nearly outta this mess!” “The storm won’t stop just because we’ll reach the trees,” Nathan wanted to say—he was already tightening his mask across his face. He admitted to himself, “But if nothing else, there’ll be more shelter.” They left the rock outcrop behind, and none of them looked back and saw the long-fingered hand creeping around it, rubbing grains of dust between its fingertips. Instead they saw, dimly glimpsed through veils of sand, the dark barrier of the Tangled Wood. They quickened their pace when they realized how close it was. They would soon be home. “Strange that it’s so near the woods, though. Dust storms usually rage out in the open....” Nia reached the treeline first. Nathan started to say, “We still have to find shelter...” He paused as he realized the dust storm was fading, retreating into Dragonhome. He removed his mask, revealing a surprised expression. “That’s so weird,” he muttered. He turned to watch the storm go. “What was—” And then he and Nia let out startled cries: as the dust swirled away, it left behind another person. Another traveler, by the looks of it. Dust cascaded in waves from his pale, close-fitting tunic. He stamped his feet—and there was something odd about the way he did it....Before they could look closer, though, he loosened his long scarf; its tails cascaded down his sides. He pushed back his flaxen hair and looked at them with placid, dark brown eyes. Another Shattered Plainsman, come to seek their aid? “Oh, hello there,” Nia said, pulling back her cap. She rubbed her horns self-consciously. “Umm, did you need help with something? We were just leaving....” “My name is Suphlatus,” the young man said. His voice was as soft as drifting sand, and even his name was like a whisper. Suphlatus. It was an unfamiliar name. Nathan blinked slowly. “Nice to meet you, um...Suph. Do you live around here?” The young man shook his head. His curly hair tumbled around his face, briefly shielding his eyes. “Nay. I have abided here for a time, though this place...it is not my home. I am a traveler. Like you.” He flashed an earnest smile. Nia had stepped behind Nathan. She hissed through gritted teeth, “I think he’s touched in the head.” “Are you going our way?” Nathan asked, suppressing a sigh. He pointed into the Wood to illustrate. Suphlatus tilted his head. “Perhaps.” “Do you have a destination in mind? Maybe I can help you.” “No, no destination.” Suphlatus waved a slender hand. Bits of dust still clung to his fingertips. Nathan would normally ask more questions, but he was tired after his trek and just wanted to go home now. He turned away. “Well, you can walk with us, maybe as far as our lair. Rest there for a bit, sort your plans out. You’ll be quite comfortable there, in the Hidden Haven.” Suphlatus fell into step alongside them. His dainty clogs sank noiselessly into the forest floor. “Haven. That’s a good name. It reminds me of a place I know well,” he sighed. But he would not elaborate. ~ ~ ~ Suphlatus seemed disinclined to leave the Hidden Haven. By then, he’d already been there for a few days. The others had some suspicions about him. For a start, there was the way Hermesiel and Jeduthun had welcomed him, almost as if they already knew him. Deregh had made some unfamiliar signs and received a courteous bow in response. “Maybe they’ve met each other before,” Nathan surmised. He added, a bit sheepishly, “Nia thinks he’s touched in the head.” “Aren’t we all?” Onoind asked, and a brief smile that wasn’t at all like him snaked across his face. Before Nathan could comment further, Onoind decided, “Well, he isn’t causing trouble, and the others seem to like him. He can stay.” Suphlatus stood across the garden, watching them. There was no way he could’ve heard those words, but his lips still curved into a smile. He meandered away. After some time, he paused, looking down. A fine trail of ashes wended past his feet. He bent down, rubbed it between his fingers. Tasting, testing... After a while, the towering Necrosis staggered into view. Although the Hidden Haven had been good to him, his appearance had not changed much. He was still gaunt, spectral, his ribs gleaming through his tattered clothes. And he left a trail of ashes behind him everywhere he went. Suphlatus was not at all repulsed by him, though. He walked up to the looming figure. And quietly, he spoke... ~written by Disillusionist (254672) all edits by other users |
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