Ilus
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Level 20 Pearlcatcher
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Personal Style
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Measurements
Length
7.05 m
Wingspan
4.96 m
Weight
617.52 kg
Genetics
Eggplant
Starmap
Starmap
Heather
Constellation
Constellation
Eggplant
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Runes
Hatchday
Breed
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Level 20 Pearlcatcher
EXP: 1849 / 111687
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
7
INT
7
VIT
6
MND
7
Biography
Ilus
The greatest gift our parents ever gave us was each other.
„Ilia has left? Without even saying goodbye? Why?” Ilus was furious. His father looked at him full of resentment. “Because your sister, unlike you, knows how to follow orders. I commanded her to leave, and she obeyed. You are Night Warriors; you go where you are needed and not where you want to go. Do you understand?”. Ilus gritted his teeth, feeling something close to hatred for the dragon who had granted him life. Without another word to his father, he spun around and left. He needed to calm down, otherwise he’d do something he would most certainly regret for the rest of his life. As he stormed through the small settlement and into the woods, he cursed his bloodline and the responsibilities that came with it. Be strong, be a warrior, obey orders, revere your heritage and never question your elders. He had always hated the whole serve and obey part. When the elders had learned that his and his sister’s abilities were deeply rooted in magic, they had been disappointed. Warrior first, mage second. But the siblings had been mages first and warriors second. When they had learned of the bond he and his sister shared, they had been even more displeased. He and his sister could sense each other’s movements, they could mirror one another in combat, dancing to a deadly tune nobody else could hear. Their bodies and souls were somehow connected. His sister’s pain was his, and his pain was hers. The spells they cast to slow down their enemies, and bewitch their senses were most powerful when they fought together. But the elders had disapproved. You need to learn to fight on your own. Rely on yourself and your own strength, not on somebody else and most certainly not on magic. They had split them apart during training lessons, but he and his sister had trained together in secret nonetheless. But now she was gone. Sent away to serve some unknown Clan only the gods knew where. Ilia had always been more compliant with the wishes of their parents. But that she would leave without a word, no he would have never believed she would do something like that. And yet, if she thought it would be best for him? Because he would certainly have rebelled against those orders and then what? Run away together? Forsake their bloodline? Ilus clenched his fists until his claws pierced the skin and blood trickled to the ground. No, despite his contempt for their ways he couldn’t turn his back on his family. He sunk to the ground and buried his face in his bloodstained hands. No, he’d have to carry on and try to make the best of the circumstances. He knew his sister would try the same. The days went by and turned into weeks. Ilus felt like he had lost a part of himself, his fighting skills were at an all-time low and during the nights he barely slept. Wandering though the woods restlessly, he wondered if his sister felt the same. His worries were proven right when one day, during his training lessons, he felt a terrible pain in his stomach which made him scream and bend over in agony. Clutching his belly with his paws, he stared in disbelieve at the blood that was dropping to the ground from a wound that was already closing. He was surrounded by shouting and worried clan members, and his poor sparring partner staring at him and the pool of blood on the ground in horror stammering “But I hardly even touched him” over and over again. He didn’t pay any attention to either the staring crowd nor his stammering cousin. Breathing heavily, he staggered to his parent’s house. When they opened the door, both looked at him shocked and horrified but before any of them could say he word, he shouted “Where is she? Where have you sent her? Tell me, or I swear you will be sorry, very sorry indeed…” His voice broke. It was his mother who eventually told him where they had sent her. She was shaking and every bit of color had drained from her face. “The Forgotten Sanctuary, on the border of the Shrieking Wilds and the Gladeveins.” He leaped into the air and flew north. It took him five days and four nights until he finally arrived at the border of the Forgotten Sanctuary’s territory. He didn’t sleep, didn’t eat, didn’t rest. Fear that he might be too late, that his sister would die before he got there, that he would never see her again, kept him moving well past the point where any other dragon would have collapsed from exhaustion. When he finally staggered past the Sanctuary’s western gate, he kept moving by sheer force of will. A white Pearlcatcher with knowing eyes the color of pale sapphires awaited him and led him past the grim-looking Guardian who stood watch by the ancient looking archway. She led him through the forests past ancient trees and into the strangest settlement he had ever seen. There were huge intricate marble buildings that should have looked out of place but somehow didn’t, stained glass windows were set ablaze by the setting sun and his eyes were confused by soaring arches that seemed to disappear high in the tree’s canopies. They were eventually greeted by what could only be his sister’s superior. He could sense that this flamboyant looking Pearlcatcher was his kin and also that his outward appearance only hid the fact that he was a seasoned warrior to naïve eyes. He smiled as he set eyes on the two of them. “My dearest High Priestess, I see you have returned with the guest you expected. I sincerely hope you and First Healer Falyse are right about this. She is a good and valiant warrior; I’d hate to lose her.” The Pearlcatcher’s cyan blue eyes were briefly clouded by a shadow of grief and loss but he composed himself quickly. Ilus tried to respond, introduce himself like courtesy demands, but he couldn’t quite wrap his tongue around those words. His mouth felt dry, and although he understood what was said and knew where he was, everything seemed to be clouded by fog. The relieve that he wasn’t too late, that his sister was still alive, threatened to overwhelm him. Ilus felt the soft hands of the Priestess pushing him forwards. “There will be time for an exchange of niceties later, now we have to hurry.” When she ushered him towards a huge marble hall and through a wide wooden door, he almost fell as he crossed the threshold. There, on a bed covered with white linen sheets lay his sister, pale and feverish. Ilia’s eyes were closed and sunken, her breathing shallow and ragged. Ilus rushed to her without noticing the pale red-eyed coatl that was standing next to the door. His sister’s hands were clammy and cold. But when his hands touched hers, she smiled and her breathing eased. The pale coatl kneeled down beside Ilia, and gently felt her pulse. “Still weak, but steady.” She then focused her attention on Ilus. “You need something to drink, eat and rest. You are no help to her if you die from exhaustion.” Ilus cleared his throat and tried to speak, but before he could say something, a cup with cold water was handed to him and the smell of freshly baked bread filled the air. He drank the water eagerly; someone had flavored it with mint. “How very interesting. I’ve never seen such a thing before. Their matrices are intertwined, just as you said they’d be. Even their auras overlap. Fascinating…” Ilus eyes widened as he noticed the huge golden head of an Imperial that had appeared in the door. His pink eyes were darting back forth between him and his sister. When a voice to his left answered, he jumped and only barely managed to catch the cup before it shattered on the floor. Through the window on his left side peered another Imperial, a pale white one with eerie red eyes. “Yes, very fascinating indeed. So much potential.” He said with a low voice. “I’m sure this is all very fascinating, but this is an infirmary, not some magical academy. My first priority is to get Ilia through this alive. So please Apollo, give us some piece and quiet here. You can question them later. Fujin, I’d appreciate your opinion on matters of healing, but please nothing else until she is out of the woods.” The golden Imperial bowed his head slightly. “You are right, of course, Falyse. I’ll leave you be.” When he retreated, the pale white one’s head appeared in the door. “You don’t need me to tell you that there is nothing more we can do, First Healer. You’ve done everything you can, and now with him here, she has a chance. A good chance. She is a fighter. But you have to give her time.” The healer, Falyse if Ilus had understood her name correctly, nodded. It felt weird to hear other people talk about him but not to him, everyone seemed to know who he was and why he was here but nobody explained anything to him. He cleared his throat again and when he finally spoke, his voice was hoarse. “Could anyone please tell me what happened to my sister?” The flamboyant Pearlcatcher appeared beside the pale Imperial in the door frame. “Of course. I’m sorry, but we were so focused on getting you here. We would have sent an escort, but the Priestess assured us that you don’t need one and would arrive here unharmed. No escort could have sped up your journey anyways. Your sister was attacked while on patrol duty in the Shrieking Wilds. The beast who injured her seems to have some kind of poison in his saliva. We have never seen something like this before. Maybe it ventured here from the Plaguelands, or got infected and … evolved into something new. Our healers are trying to contain the poison until we can find an antidote. Meanwhile, our best trackers and hunters are searching this creature but we haven’t found it yet. Falyse hopes the undiluted poison will help her to find a cure. You can stay here with your sister until we do. Ilia has told us about you, and your bond. We have a more tolerant view on the use of magic here, and I’d like to offer you a place in my brigade group. If you accept, you can finish your education here. But no more secret training lessons, magic is dangerous. You will train with our Dawnguard mages until you and your sister can control it. I know this is a lot to take in. Think about it, and if you are willing to pledge your loyalty to our Clan, come to me.” Before Ilus could answer, the Pearlcatcher had turned around and left. And so had the pale Imperial, like he had vanished into thin air. Only the healer and the Priestess were still there. Both were smiling at him. Ilus was overwhelmed by emotions, fear for the life of his sister, relief that he had made it to her sickbed in time, hope that they both could start a new life here. His sister was strong, stronger than him. She would pull through, she had to pull through. Ilus head sunk to the bed, and his eyelids dropped as soon as his head touched the fabric. Exhaustion had finally caught up with him. |
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