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Balaban

@guardianoftahi

Legends tell of a shimmering dragon of light that protects what's left of a long gone city. But could there be truth to this ancient tale? #TheVortexRP

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calendar_today26-07-2014 03:46:56

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The ancient guardian slumbered, his heavy shoulders rising and falling with each breath. Curled up in his den, he slept in safety and peace, though if anyone were wandering the moonlit Ruins of Tahi at the time they might hear his rumbling breath, soft like a whisper on the wind.

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The ancient dragon moved gracefully through the ruins, his scales shimmering in the morning light. It was a solitary life that he lead, but-

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The dragon moved with great stealth. Despite his massive form, he appeared to practically glide over the ruins with each step.

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((Balaban has a backstory but I've decided that what will be posted on the Vortex will be very vague. He is a dragon of mystery, I want-

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Balaban roamed the ruins, his only home for millennia. He held his face low to the ground as if looking for something. After a few moments-

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-he stopped, examining something closely. A pretty blue stone. He picked the stone up carefully in his teeth and turned around, heading-

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The massive dragon remained concealed behind a massive wall, watching the visitors cautiously. He realized as he watched from afar that he-

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The dragon had retreated behind a wall, watching curiously. He maintained a shimmery appearance, shielding himself from being seen.

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Balaban awoke from his slumber, lifting his head high up in alert. Something, somewhere, did not seem right. Claws scraped against rock as he slowly stood. With a snort and a long stretch he made his way out of his den.