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Gardener the Harebel
Gardener the Harebel
Clyo
Legacy Name: Clyo
The
Nostalgic HarvesterOwner:
CybertronAge: 8 years, 1 month, 3 weeks
Born: February 24th, 2016
Adopted: 8 years, 1 month, 3 weeks ago
Adopted: February 24th, 2016
Statistics
- Level: 146
- Strength: 194
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 188
- Books Read: 184
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Arm Candy
I've been biding my time for many, many years now. The people of the fields -- they've been taking our forest. Burning, cutting, further and further in. It has been hundreds of years the people of gold have been imprisoning our fathers who fight back. Hundreds of years they've been destroying our homes. I learned of an artifact, an heirloom passed down by an order of monks, that could solve all our problems. That could curse the golden people. That could enact justice and save our homes. And I learned the heirloom had gone missing.
The forest sees many things. It connects with the world beyond. It could feel the presence drawing closer, and so could I. I waited for it. And then it came to me. In the form of an army. A gaggle of fieldsmen, in the heart of the forest. Not even geared up. They could only steal from the monks by attempting to sneak through the wood. They didn't make it all the way back.
The heirloom was lost in the chaos. But when the dust cleared, I found something new. An outsider. A monk from the order. Unconscious, but alive, caught up somehow in the fight. I figured they were searching for the heirloom as well. So I waited for them to wake. So I could help them. So we could combine our minds and our resources to find the power to save my people. The monks, though, are a people of peace, and of keeping the artifact out of the hands of those that would use it. I had to veil my intentions. But I was helpful. I think.
Maybe I was too helpful. They've grown to like me. ...I've grown to love them.
We're close now. Closer than ever. I... don't want this to end. But I can't abandon my people.
The forest sees many things. It connects with the world beyond. It could feel the presence drawing closer, and so could I. I waited for it. And then it came to me. In the form of an army. A gaggle of fieldsmen, in the heart of the forest. Not even geared up. They could only steal from the monks by attempting to sneak through the wood. They didn't make it all the way back.
The heirloom was lost in the chaos. But when the dust cleared, I found something new. An outsider. A monk from the order. Unconscious, but alive, caught up somehow in the fight. I figured they were searching for the heirloom as well. So I waited for them to wake. So I could help them. So we could combine our minds and our resources to find the power to save my people. The monks, though, are a people of peace, and of keeping the artifact out of the hands of those that would use it. I had to veil my intentions. But I was helpful. I think.
Maybe I was too helpful. They've grown to like me. ...I've grown to love them.
We're close now. Closer than ever. I... don't want this to end. But I can't abandon my people.
Pet Treasure
Red Gladiolus
Pile of Treasured Tomes