Lamorak
(#47646686)
Level 20 Ridgeback
Familiar
Four-Eyed Phylactery
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Energy: 48/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Ice.
Male Ridgeback
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
18.39 m
Wingspan
19.48 m
Weight
6861.3 kg
Genetics
Smoke
Python
Python
Lead
Bee
Bee
Wisteria
Runes
Runes
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 20 Ridgeback
EXP: 1715 / 111687
STR
8
AGI
7
DEF
7
QCK
6
INT
5
VIT
7
MND
5
Biography
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Lamorak
Talent is cheap; dedication is expensive. It will cost you your life.
Sweat was slowly running down Lamorak’s long nose and dripping to the ground. It was so hot, and constantly getting hotter as the sun rose higher in the sky. Not that he could see the sun through the lush green canopy above him, but the damp morning mists were still swirling in the air. Lamorak sighed. This was a dreadful place. Hot, humid and swarms of insects were lusting for his blood. His father had been born here, and he always spoke so fondly of these beautiful forests and swamps full of vividly colored flowers. Everything was overflowing with life. But Lamorak couldn’t see the beauty his father praised, he was just exhausted, sweaty and itchy from all the insect bites. Why on earth had he begged his father to write to his grandmother and asking her to train him? Maybe because it had seemed a great idea when he was still sitting on the cold frozen ground trying to get closer to the warm campfire. He hadn’t been very fond of the cold either, and tales of hot and lush green forests had fascinated him. Lamorak never believed his distant grandmother would agree to take on one of her grandchildren to train. She wasn’t the warmest and friendliest person and yet she had accepted him as her student. So here he was, a small and young hatchling traveling through half of Sornieth to get to a place he had never seen before and be raised by a dragon he hardly knew. His traveling companions weren’t much fun either. Mael was a rather quite and slightly grumpy Pearlcatcher, a distant Night Warrior cousin, who had been visiting his parents living in Lamorak’s old Clan. He didn’t waste any time to begin his training. Rest is for the dead, he always said and even after a long and exhausting day of traveling he insisted on at least an hour of training in the night. Every muscle and bone in Lamorak’s body hurt but he was too proud and stubborn to ask for leniency. The pale Imperial mage named Fujin was eerie, he didn’t speak much either but his red-gleaming eyes missed nothing. They had been assigned a mysterious mission that Lomarak didn’t know much about. He had asked, but they hadn’t told him. He was too young, they had said. But Lamorak wasn’t stupid. He knew it had something to do with the strange elemental power surges. They had visited a volcanic island and traded strange seeds for weapons. In the Sunbeam Ruins, he had been ordered to stay hidden deep in the cellar of an abandoned building. Both dragons seemed nervous and when they came finally back after two days, they were scared and worried. In hushed whispers they urged him to hurry. Mael threw him rather unceremoniously onto Fujin’s back as soon as he had stepped out of the crumbling building. A hoarse and furious scream echoed through the ruined city which scared Lamorak like nothing else he had ever heard or seen. Shivering with fear, he clung to Fujin’s back as the huge Imperial leapt into the air. Despite his fear, he fell asleep eventually and woke up when they had reached their final destination, the Viridian Labyrinth. From here on onwards, they had traveled on foot. This part of his journey seemed to stretch out forever, it felt like he had been stumbling over roots for ages. Yet it couldn’t have been more than a few days. Somehow, he had lost track of time. His travel companions were urging him to hurry, Mael had even stopped his nightly training lessons. Stumbling across an exceptionally huge root while scratching an itchy spot on his back, Lamorak fell headfirst into a puddle of muddy water. Splashing around he tried to get back on to his feet and out the hated wet element but the muddy ground was slippery and he fell right back onto his belly. Suddenly, a huge mouth closed around his neck and he was lifted out of the puddle and back onto dry ground. A huge Imperial with stunning blue eyes was smiling down at him. “Hey there, little one. Everything ok with you?” he asked softly. “I. Uhm…” Lamorak stammered, “I just don’t like water.” he finally admitted. The Imperial laughed. “I should have known. Just like your grandmother. She isn’t very fond of it either. Even after all these years she has spent with me.” Lamorak stared at the chuckling dragon. Could it be? Mael stepped forward. “Greetings, Tamiel. I see you have already met your grandson. We leave him in your care then. The council will be summoned soon, and will be eager to hear our report.” The smile vanished from Tamiel’s face. “Have you seen it?” he asked. His voice shook slightly. Mael nodded sternly. “We have. It’s still wreaking havoc in the Sunbeam Ruins. Its movement pattern seems to be erratic, most likely driven by hunger and bloodlust. But it’s still alive, our hope it might just … fall apart again because of the unusual number of heads wasn’t fulfilled. It might even be getting stronger. But we don’t know for sure yet. Let’s hope it stays on the other site of the water.” Lamorak looked from his grandfather to Mael who seemed both seriously worried about that…thing…whatever it was. He remembered the terrible screams he had heard in the ruins and shivered. To his left, the pale mage appeared out of the dense woods without making any noise. Just the leaves rustled in a soft breeze. “Tamiel…” he said in a low voice. His grandfather lowered his head to greet the other dragon. “I have summoned the Council. We need to go now. Take care of your grandson, he is a promising and brave young lad. You can be proud.” His two traveling companions left without another word to him. His grandfather looked after them, obviously deeply troubled. Lamorak softly nudged his elbow, and his grandfather’s attention turned back to him. “I’m sorry my dear, you must be exhausted. Come on now, I’ll bring you home. Your grandmother will be excited to finally meet you in person. And your great-grandparents will be thrilled. It’s not far away from here. And I’ll get you something to eat. You must be starving.” He tried to sound cheerful, but Lamorak could still feel his grandfather’s fear and unease. “What is this thing that you are all so afraid of? Have you seen it? Will it come here?” Tamiel turned around to face his grandson. “You will learn soon enough what it is. But not now. I have seen it, long ago, when I was not much older than you are now. And it still gives me nightmares. Will it come here? Nobody knows. But if it does, we will be ready. Come now, little one, don’t fret. You are too young to worry about such things. You are safe here now, that is all that matters.” Lamarok wasn’t satisfied with his grandfather’s answer but he felt that this would be the only one he’d get. So he followed him deeper into the forest, hoping there would be delicious food and a vermin free bed at the end of the path. |
Iceborn
 Warrior  |
Night Warrior (Generation 10)
Warrior 
Cushion |
Information Name // Lamorak -- Origin of name // A mystical knight from a bygone age. Role // Warrior Personality // Lamorak was sent to train with his grandmother Morrigan when he was still very young. His Grandmother isn’t the warmest dragon but she is a skilled warrior and great teacher. Lamorak trained hard to fulfill the expectations of his bloodline and even more so that of his stern grandmother. He has few interests beside fighting, and even fewer friends. Dedication to his work is what drives him, but he also loves his family. Although most of his non-Night Warrior family are from the water flight, he has never overcome his dislike for the wet element. And yet he chose to reside with his grandparents near the Seer’s Pond where his great-grandmother dwells as the Clan’s Priestess. Familiar // Cushion -- Role of familiar // Cushion was found by Lamorak while fighting in the Ghostlight Ruins during the infamous Night of the Nocturne. Though nobody is sure what Cushion really is, he seems to have a will of his own and shows genuine affection towards the Ridgeback. Neither the Clan’s animals nor any of the allied Beastclan members ever caught Lamorak’s interest but he is very fond of his newly-found strange companion. |
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Generation 10
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