Sybil
(#53250627)
Level 1 Fae
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Energy: 47/50
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
1.42 m
Wingspan
1.48 m
Weight
1.36 kg
Genetics
Obsidian
Python
Python
Fuchsia
Freckle
Freckle
Blush
Smoke
Smoke
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Fae
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
5
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
6
INT
8
VIT
5
MND
8
Biography
'Sybil idly doodles in her margins, bored out of her mind. Studying sucks. The thing to snap her out of her boredom is far less welcome, however; an all too familiar voice at the back of her head.
Knock knock.
"Go away, Icewarden."
Come now, Sybil, play along.
"...who's there."
A squadron of mages, launching an aerial strike on your pitiful little clan at midnight tonight.
An image of destruction, of her grandparents consumed by all the elements, flashes through her mind. She can't tell if it's a true prophecy, or a mental image the deity is projecting to her.
"You're bluffing. Just like you always are. You don't even know our whereabouts."
Is that a chance you want to take?
With a sadistic chuckle, the Icewarden's voice fades from her mind. The experience leaves her wide eyed, and her frills quiver with fear. Normally an elemental mouthpiece is just a normal prophet for the most part, only receiving direct messages from their deity in times of great need. This is not Sybil's life. Icewarden did not select her as a mouthpiece as an emergency warning system, she was selected for the sole purpose of toying with the clan he so hates. She exists only to torment her clanmates, her family. Shakily, she gets up, going to go warn the clan. The Icewarden has never been truthful about his threats of impending raids yet. It's not a chance she's willing to take. Sybil can only hope that if, no, when the day comes that he follows through on one of these threats, that the clan will still believe her.'
Fortune: A foray into advanced alchemical research will be well rewarded.
Knock knock.
"Go away, Icewarden."
Come now, Sybil, play along.
"...who's there."
A squadron of mages, launching an aerial strike on your pitiful little clan at midnight tonight.
An image of destruction, of her grandparents consumed by all the elements, flashes through her mind. She can't tell if it's a true prophecy, or a mental image the deity is projecting to her.
"You're bluffing. Just like you always are. You don't even know our whereabouts."
Is that a chance you want to take?
With a sadistic chuckle, the Icewarden's voice fades from her mind. The experience leaves her wide eyed, and her frills quiver with fear. Normally an elemental mouthpiece is just a normal prophet for the most part, only receiving direct messages from their deity in times of great need. This is not Sybil's life. Icewarden did not select her as a mouthpiece as an emergency warning system, she was selected for the sole purpose of toying with the clan he so hates. She exists only to torment her clanmates, her family. Shakily, she gets up, going to go warn the clan. The Icewarden has never been truthful about his threats of impending raids yet. It's not a chance she's willing to take. Sybil can only hope that if, no, when the day comes that he follows through on one of these threats, that the clan will still believe her.'
Fortune: A foray into advanced alchemical research will be well rewarded.
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Exalting Sybil to the service of the Icewarden will remove them from your lair forever. They will leave behind a small sum of riches that they have accumulated. This action is irreversible.
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