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You are Sidridijika [The Harbringer of Miracles] the white Magus, a crystal dragon. A young one, hatched in the early spring ten months ago. Not a wyrmling anymore, but still far from adulthood.
Last, but not least, your Strategy prowess, developped since you are an hatchling thanks to a cabinet filled with miniatures of soldiers from all the world's armies and a book detailling their forces and weaknesse; gifted reluctantly by your Mother.
Your defining features are your Arcanic affinity; the legacy of your draconic ancestor, your Presence; inherent to your crystaline blood, Your Flight mastery, the way you broke out of your egg, and your Breath, light element multi shaped tool.
You started a conflicting relationship with your litter. However, circumstances made you closer as you had to team up to survive the dreaded dragon hunters, which killed Father. Now you only have your prized crystal necklace as a memento: an extraplanar space you can fill with your own things, allies, or even unwilling enemies after an arcanic push.
What about Mother? Well, some recent third eye vision might explain her behavior as natural and normal Draconic hatching mindwarp, and you decided to go look for her. More on that later.
Now you have bounded as a pack with Little green, the hard headed and tough fighter emerald dragon, Little Purple, the cunning and tinkering Amethyst dragon and Little blue, your favorite, alchemy-gifted, fighting-deficient, mind-reader favorite sister.
You luckily found really fast a location suitable for a lair worthy of your Pandraconium : a fallen dwarven hold, invaded with skavens, home of a Griffin and her cubs, which now have left the nest.
You drive out most of the skavens, with the help of chaos warrior you tricked to fight for you until their death, then become friend with the monster of the third floor.
You recruited nearby humans to serve as canon fodder against the rat tide coming right for your lair. The humans were lead by a young noble, Hector, that tamed one of the griffin cub, Vaillant.
Hector proceed to tie a deep relation with you, becoming your guardian. You bailed him out several time, until he saved your life by defeating countless undead while you were out after a demon hunt.
He proceeded to transform into a worthy, then unstoppable fighter, thanks to the power brought by your link on one hand, and the runic relic he found on the other, leading two squads of battle-proven Errant Knights.
And he have not checked on you since way too long. Ungrateful kid.
You then acquired your first inhabitant, an human girl named Agathe you healed from a condition crippling her mental abilities, and hope to turn into a Dragon Priestess, whatever that means.
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You are Sidridijika [The Harbringer of Miracles] the white Magus, a crystal dragon. A young one, hatched in the early spring ten months ago. Not a wyrmling anymore, but still far from adulthood.
Last, but not least, your Strategy prowess, developped since you are an hatchling thanks to a cabinet filled with miniatures of soldiers from all the world's armies and a book detailling their forces and weaknesse; gifted reluctantly by your Mother.
Your defining features are your Arcanic affinity; the legacy of your draconic ancestor, your Presence; inherent to your crystaline blood, Your Flight mastery, the way you broke out of your egg, and your Breath, light element multi shaped tool.
You started a conflicting relationship with your litter. However, circumstances made you closer as you had to team up to survive the dreaded dragon hunters, which killed Father. Now you only have your prized crystal necklace as a memento: an extraplanar space you can fill with your own things, allies, or even unwilling enemies after an arcanic push.
What about Mother? Well, some recent third eye vision might explain her behavior as natural and normal Draconic hatching mindwarp, and you decided to go look for her. More on that later.
Now you have bounded as a pack with Little green, the hard headed and tough fighter emerald dragon, Little Purple, the cunning and tinkering Amethyst dragon and Little blue, your favorite, alchemy-gifted, fighting-deficient, mind-reader favorite sister.
You luckily found really fast a location suitable for a lair worthy of your Pandraconium : a fallen dwarven hold, invaded with skavens, home of a Griffin and her cubs, which now have left the nest.
You drive out most of the skavens, with the help of chaos warrior you tricked to fight for you until their death, then become friend with the monster of the third floor.
You recruited nearby humans to serve as canon fodder against the rat tide coming right for your lair. The humans were lead by a young noble, Hector, that tamed one of the griffin cub, Vaillant.
Hector proceed to tie a deep relation with you, becoming your guardian. You bailed him out several time, until he saved your life by defeating countless undead while you were out after a demon hunt.
He proceeded to transform into a worthy, then unstoppable fighter, thanks to the power brought by your link on one hand, and the runic relic he found on the other, leading two squads of battle-proven Errant Knights.
And he have not checked on you since way too long. Ungrateful kid.
You then acquired your first inhabitant, an human girl named Agathe you healed from a condition crippling her mental abilities, and hope to turn into a Dragon Priestess, whatever that means.
