Spirit
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Level 20 Tundra
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
2.63 m
Wingspan
3.59 m
Weight
395.63 kg
Genetics
Emerald
Starmap
Starmap
Jungle
Bee
Bee
Sanddollar
Smoke
Smoke
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 20 Tundra
EXP: 641 / 111687
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
7
VIT
7
MND
7
Lineage
Parents
Offspring
- ForestSong
- Hunter
- Maia
- Eirwen
- Firefly
- Eurydice
- Floret
- Llew
- Tranquil
- Fenwick
- Arin
- Carabella
- Ophion
- Fortunea
- Fairfax
- Wonder
- Chrysalis
- Deva
- Chalina
- Thansil
- Karamat
- Woodsheart
- Deiene
- Lyune
- Rothen
- Delmar
- Thymara
- Sweetgrass
- Maelon
- Laka
- Ivesce
- Cosaru
- Prelude
- Rhydwen
- Moelwyn
- Thoth
- Lachlan
- Ainan
- Kellan
- Kaho
- Sherena
- Falconidae
- Tyrania
- Reeves
- Verdant
- Shalestone
- Eulalia
- Nebula
- Vega
- Zuelim
- Duskprowler
- Mei
- Nura
- Khimera
- Khrynia
- Jaementhe
- Forge
- Gaea
- Sage
- Yutzuki
- Alon
- Claw
- Khuprus
Biography
Spirit
In all things of nature there is something of the marvelous.
Spirit looked at the assembled druids. Reclusive and secretive as they were such gatherings were rare. Most of his fellow brothers roamed the forests or protected the groves which lay far away from the Sanctuary’s main settlements. But today they had all come together to decide whether a Guardian from the Starwood Strand should be allowed to settle down here. They had been divided when it came to the “Starwood Holt” with its expanding foreign flora and they were divided now. Many feared that allowing the Guardian to remain here would facilitate the spread of the Arcanist’s trees and flowers. Some even called it an “infection” and “warped”. Spirit though could see the beauty of the tall trees with their softly glowing flowers. They had hybridized with some of the local trees, creating new species which spread even farther into the forests. This troubled some but for Spirit adaptation and change were key elements of life. Stagnation meant death. Luckily, some of his brothers and sisters thought the same. Those were strange times, with the surging of the elements and the recent discovery of an ancient dragon species that had long been forgotten. Something was stirring, something primal and malicious. He could feel it. They needed strong allies and friends. And if that meant the acceptance of an Arcane Guardian into their midst then so be it. They had welcomed stranger allies. And more dangerous ones. Spirit stepped forward and the chatter stopped. As First Druid the final decision lied with him. All eyes focused on him as he walked up to the Guardian with the strangely glowing wings. He stood proud and tall; his pale pink eyes fixed on the lei in Spirit’s paws. As he raised it to put it over the Guardian’s neck, the dragon bowed down and breathed a sigh of relief. Half of the crowd cheered and clapped while the other stood silently watching with narrowed eyes. “It was a wise decision.” Lugaidh said later that day. They had met in the “Weeping Willow”, one of the Clan’s taverns. Spirit sighed. “I’m not sure Blackberry and his followers would agree with you.” He took a sip from the cool sweet mead he had ordered for his Lord Commander and himself. Lugaidh sneered. “That ***** who got his mate killed and scared away all of his children? He has followers? They’ll come to their senses when they stay away from the mushrooms. Don’t worry. Diversity is what makes us stronger. Look at our bloodline, we have spread to all 11 flights. What does your mate say?” Spirit smiled as he thought of his mate Hope. She was tending another clutch of eggs and thus had missed the earlier gathering. “She agrees with me.” Lugaidh laughed. “Of course, she does. And so do all your Night Warrior brothers and sisters. Even the Wardens agree with you. Or so I have heard. After all, he will have to join their ranks, won’t he?” Spirit shrugged. “I don’t know. Probably. Though I don’t think Antafes is very happy about it. He doesn’t like the Starwood trees. Why should he be any more welcoming to their Warden?” Lugaidh took a sip from his cup. “Because he’ll have to answer to Fahlyn if he isn’t. And our matriarch is smart. She knows something is coming. The Arcane Holt is near the heart of the Sanctuary. If Myrostos takes it as his charge, he will die to protect it. Something like the Serthis War can never be allowed to happen again.” Spirit shuddered. He hadn’t been born when the war with Serthis tribes happened. But he knew the aftermath had been devastating. Lugaidh nudged him softly and Spirit looked to the door. Llyr had just entered the tavern. So Lugaidh had been right, the bard would sing here tonight. Spirit smiled. He loved the Skydancer’s tales and songs. There was something in his voice that could make stones weep. It was beautiful and clear. Spirit could sense a foreign magic when he sang, strange and primal. When Llyr sat down, the room went quiet. Spirit leaned back and closed his eyes. It was time to forget his worries, at least for a while. |
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