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Strata has a minion!
Deimos the Incendo
Deimos the Incendo
Strata
Legacy Name: Strata
The
Reborn LainOwner:
RyanAge: 17 years, 1 month, 1 week
Born: March 17th, 2007
Adopted: 17 years, 1 month, 1 week ago (Legacy)
Adopted: March 17th, 2007 (Legacy)
Statistics
- Level: 998
- Strength: 2,497
- Defense: 2,495
- Speed: 2,492
- Health: 2,495
- HP: 2,398/2,495
- Intelligence: 581
- Books Read: 552
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Hotel Chain Owner
I can see, see you there, hanging weightless in the air.
Lost forever, lost before your time. Who is to say? Who is to know the truth? Nothing they said can save you. I waited for you at the edge.
My King, my sovereign. Embers were aglow within your still-beating heart; a mold cast to fight those who padded softly through the war of night, those stagnating like waters gone to ashy black. The rigid metal of mortality's earthly resolve, become one with steel. Blood to salt, hilt to ground. I took from you your arms.
They came then, riding like the rippling tide of a stallion's mane, eyes aflame, teeth gleaming and swathed under a blanket of comforting silk, clawed to tatters by fables long told. Throats were dry, and there was no sound, we could not dream; we were drunk with nightmares enfolded by wings.
Paragons of dust, lost in a wasteland running wild, he will rise from the eternal seeds of a great burning oak, leaving a trail of fiery arrows in his wake. And on swift wings he will come, marching armored in that which no one could steal: the power of war.
... I am the architect of my own destruction ...
Lost forever, lost before your time. Who is to say? Who is to know the truth? Nothing they said can save you. I waited for you at the edge.
My King, my sovereign. Embers were aglow within your still-beating heart; a mold cast to fight those who padded softly through the war of night, those stagnating like waters gone to ashy black. The rigid metal of mortality's earthly resolve, become one with steel. Blood to salt, hilt to ground. I took from you your arms.
They came then, riding like the rippling tide of a stallion's mane, eyes aflame, teeth gleaming and swathed under a blanket of comforting silk, clawed to tatters by fables long told. Throats were dry, and there was no sound, we could not dream; we were drunk with nightmares enfolded by wings.
Paragons of dust, lost in a wasteland running wild, he will rise from the eternal seeds of a great burning oak, leaving a trail of fiery arrows in his wake. And on swift wings he will come, marching armored in that which no one could steal: the power of war.
... I am the architect of my own destruction ...
Pet Treasure
Fireball Scroll
Ember Emblem Scroll
Pyre Scroll
Flare Star Scroll
Brushfire Scroll
Red Pin Scroll
Ruby Heaven Scroll
Torch Scroll
Arctic Braver Scroll
Inferno Scroll
Sancturia Exodin Scroll
Fiery Death Scroll
Fatal Fire Scroll
Telson Scroll
Singed Stuffing Scroll
Mystical Ruby
Fire Defense Tear Crystal
Fire Tear Crystal
Fire Defense Baguette Crystal
Fire Baguette Crystal
Sunset