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Class: Rune Witch
A tall, skinny woman with a sallow complexion and some irregularities in
her facial structure. Hildegard's age is difficult to determine. She's
been around for a long time but her face has that stretched quality that
seems to come from cosmetic surgery (or magic tinkering). She gives her
age as 54, but that is a questionable truth. The fact that
she covers up in robes, cloaks and turbans gives her quite a nomadic air.
She likes to dress in earthy colours, emphasizing the fact that her powers
come from nature.
Personality: Hildegard is shrewd. She has seen a lot in her time
and has learned to look out for number one and squash just anyone who
thinks about getting in the way. Hildegard has been hurt in the past and
she will never give another that kind of power over her again. She is
bitter, but it's a taste one comes to savour with age.
Skills: Prophecy. Potions.
Enjoys: Control, Secrets and Mind games.
Dislikes: Goody Two Shoes, Piety and Self-sacrifice.
Pet: Not exactly pets, but she does have a contract with some
Hildegard knew a calling when she got one. As a young girl she'd left
everything behind to answer the calling of the wild that had let her to
another like her who'd taught her the powers she could wield. As a young
maiden she'd felt the calling of her blood that had led her to love but
also to betrayal, hardship and loss. As a woman she'd felt the calling of
vengeance and scorn, driving her to become more powerful and fearsome and
to ruthlessly take out her enemies. Later still, she had felt the calling
of power and dominion, a sweet melody that seduced and charmed and
promised big things.
The song she was hearing now was almost as sweet. A lonely melody that
ached for a second part, that promised a bond that could never be broken,
not even in death. And though it spoke of such endings, it also promised
eternity. Still, Hildegard had become wise and knew that a promise so
sweet would have a hidden flaw.
A bitter taste spread in her mouth as the melody came closer. A green
scent surrounded her, assaulting her nostrils and airways. Still, she
chuckled as the taste of bitterness was something she'd long since become
accustomed to. There was a way to enjoy it and the discomfort it brought.
It didn't take long for her body to adjust.
A harmony joined the melody and the promise of grandeur grew. Visions of
their future assaulted her, battering her mind with all possibilities of
their union. Hildegard muted them and focused on the present. She was
approaching a dangerous and moody creature after all. Best not to be
disadvantaged lest she become lunch.
"I'd imagine you would taste quite
unsavoury." the dragon told her.
"I'd imagine so." the rune witch replied, "With whom do I
have the pleasure to converse?"
"My name is Hellebore Balechild, daughter of
Pariah Balechild who comes directly from the great mother Anathema
"I'm Hildegard, wielder of nature, prophetess of fate and ruler of
goblins." she spoke out her title.
The dragon nodded, finding the woman, who was not exactly human, but less
of anything else, quite interesting. The counterpart to the melody she'd
woven had been one full of turns, unexpected jumps and haunting notes. She
would be a welcome presence and a powerful ally to the objective.
"I propose a partnership."
She wanted to be in control, to be the alpha in this relationship. But she
knew those conditions were best left unsaid.
"I accept." Hildegard nodded.
She knew she'd have to be on her toes at all times to keep in charge. But
the power this dragon could give her were worth some discomfort. And she
would adjust, Hildegard always did.
Balechild hatched at Abstract
Name: Hellebore Balechild
Selamputo x Pariah
Species: Balespawn (Balehome)
Size: around 20' at the shoulder when not sizeshifted
Description: Hellebore is a pale beige dragon with slightly darker
belly-armour, hotns and claws. The faint green of her unwordly fire
illuminates her skin and makes it look sickly. Hellebore was named after a
plant that can withstand the cold and can be poisonous, causing sneezing
and having a bitter taste. She will not take kindly to being injured, even
by accident. Her toxins will cause rashes and irritated mucus membranes.
Personality: Like most of her kind, Hellebore wouldn't mind to
populate the entire universe with a hoard of balespawn children to do her
bidding. But since she has that immortality stat and there are just so
many interesting and tasty things around, she might get sidetracked on
occasion. She will be taking the road to dominion one step at a time while
enjoying every moment so she's sure to have no regrets.
*Balefire Breath, The ability to spit a gout of bright green
*Corruption Powers, Mastery over the corruption of anything
around them, organic, inorganic, and magical alike.
*Immortality, The cessation of physical aging upon reaching
maturity and possession of eternal life thereafter.
Can still be killed by lethal injuries.
*Realm-Travelling, The ability to travel and cross into
dimensions separated from the Nexus by more than mere space and
*Shapeshifting, anywhere on a spectrum between their natural
shape and a human form that tends to retain their coloration
*Sizeshifting, The ability to change one's physical
*Telepathy, The ability to communicate mind-to-mind.
*Teleportation, The ability to teleport anywhere within sight
or that can be strongly visualized in the mind.
*Toxic Moss, Their bodies are capable of growing mosslike
foliage that contains their natural corruptive essences.
The rashes that result from touching this moss could expand into corrupted
*Verbal Speech, The ability to communicate in spoken words.
A Note on Balespawn: These
dragons are Balespawn. They cannot produce half-breeds. Any mating with a
Balespawn will produce more Balespawn, even when new physical traits or
abilities are inherited. Balespawn are a line of dragons that live to
spread their own power and influence. They don't have to be evil but
they're self-serving and power-seeking, loyal to their mother-goddess
Anathema Scalesbane and her bloodline.
Days, weeks, months, years, decades... time flew by. When life wasn't
scheduled to end it lost much of it's meaning. Sometimes they travelled by
day, sometimes by night. Sometimes they stayed at a place for a while,
other times they avoided people altogether. In their wake they left their
roots of power. Small tendrils that were nonetheless strong and durable.
People they'd convicted to their cause, others they'd swayed with the use
of potions, crafted by the moss that grew on Hellebore and had, to say the
least, some very peculiar properties. Communities that opposed them had
met with destruction. But the universe was vast, taking into account all
the possible dimensions and realms, their work had only just begun.
Which was why they had travelled to this place, taking a bit of a
vacation. After all, one could not work tirelessly on one task, even one
as dreamy as domination of all. Hildegard had just harvested moss from
Hellebore when a change came over the dragon.
"What's wrong?" Hildegard asked, not sensing an enemy in the
"The time has come to procreate." she told the witch.
"Helpers would aid our task." the woman who still looked as she
had all those decades before agreed.
"I imagine you might want to stick close." Hellebore added,
already sensing what the other woman was planning.
"Oh, I will. Have fun." Hildegard grinned.
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