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Avagraad

(#209603)

Level 20 Guardian

Familiar

Dreameater

Energy: 0/50

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Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

15.16 m

Wingspan

15.55 m

Weight

7405.84 kg

Genetics

Teal
Pharaoh

Tomato
Sarcophagus

Caribbean
Spines

Hatchday

Jul 20, 2013
(10 years)

Breed

Adult
Guardian

Eye Type

Fire
Common

Level 20 Guardian

EXP: 13606 / 111687

STR

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DEF

QCK

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Lineage

Parents

none

Offspring

Biography

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| The General |

By fire, be cleansed.

Avagraad, General and Matriarch of Clan Ashanimus, rules her territory with a firm, yet wise hand. In her youth, she had been regarded as “god-born.” Like many others of her generation and before, there had been an influx of dragons placed within the world by the Divines in order to serve and act as stewards of their lands. Avagraad has and forever will be a child of the Eternal Flame, the Molten Mother herself.

On the battlefield, Avagraad was ruthless, even in her early years. “Calm” meant nothing to her. All that existed was raw energy, power. Those that fought alongside her accepted this trait, though she often found herself alone when the fighting was done. She was untamed, they’d said. But what did they know? Fire could not be contained, so why should she? Her Charge was undetermined as of yet, but she was convinced it had something to do with vanquishing foes in the name of the Flamecaller. Her warmongering was insatiable, which could have been her downfall were it not for a fateful battle near the end of her battle campaign. Border disputes between the Ashfall Wastes and Shifting Expanse were becoming increasingly hostile. The Caller’s Realm sought aid, bringing in allied forces from all across Sornieth. Avagraad refused help from outsiders. The Flame of the Mother was all she would need to achieve victory. Amidst the fray, the Guardian was severely wounded, and she resolved to die an honorable death. But her life was not yet forfeit. Rescue came in the form of a behemoth of a Guardian, his hide the color of stone and packed earth. His sheer size alluded to his age and Avagraad couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of respect for the drake. Magma served as the Earth’s blood. Rocks were the bones. The two Flights were both ancient, their roots interwoven. Not even Avagraad could deny the poetic justice of an Earth dragon defending her.

When the battle was done, the pair sat amidst a silent battlefield as the drake dressed her wounds.

“Leave them,” she’d muttered. “They will serve as reminder of my failure in battle.”

The male surveyed the battlefield, wiping a trail of blood from his jaw with his forearm. “I see no failures here,” he rumbled. “You have been granted life. Do not waste it.”

“I do not deserve it.” She admitted solemnly. “I do not fight alongside my comrades, I fight for myself. I had thought it was to bring glory to the Flamecaller, but I am beginning to see that it is only to honor my own agenda. This is the way I am...the others have accepted it, so shall I.”

The stonedrake chuckled, sitting back on his haunches and admiring the view of the setting sun. “Being accepted as you are does not give you license to stay as you are. Life requires change, adaptability. I am no Seer, but I suspect you will lead your own Clan someday. You have the head and the heart for it.” His voice rumbled deep in his chest, tired and weary. “And speaking of clans. It is high time I get back to mine.”

He stood, brushing off the shards of dust and basalt from his scales. “Dwell on these words, Avagraad Emberheart. Perhaps we shall meet again someday.”
Avagraad withdrew from the Flamecaller’s forces after that, mostly to heal but also to rediscover herself. She had never considered forming her own clan, but the words of her rescuer lodged deep into her memory. Stay not as you are, she’d tell herself. Be malleable, like the molten Earthsblood of the Great Furnace. It was her willingness to change and adapt that allowed Avagraad to become the leader she is today. In later years, Avagraad would indeed meet her savior again. They forged a solid, everlasting alliance that runs deeper than blood.

The General's mate rules by her side, tempering her flame. For all of Avagraad’s ferocity and passion, Cria is a welcoming hearth, crackling with the warmth of cinnamon and lavender over hot coals. Both Founders of the Ashanimus Clan value honor, strength and nobility. Each clan member is trained in the art of battle, but they are also taught to explore the arts and seek knowledge.

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