Villager: Prism
Emerald
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Villager Info
ID: #131754
Name: Prism
Gender: Male
Location: Dragonsmaw Manor
Born 9 years, 4 months ago
Career: Explorer
Owner: Talonclaw
Feast Points: 0 (2265 All-Time)
Species: Gembound
Color: Black Jade
Costume: Beast
Buffs:House: Dragonsmaw Manor House (199/250)
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Prism is infected with
Lycanthropy. Changes into a beastly monster after exposure to moonlight or especially frustrating board games. Howling at the moon relieves the symptoms for a little while, but use a Golden Apple for best results.
About
Formerly a Gem Raptor, Prism shimmers violet and jade, both within his crystals and shaggy pelt. Wanders from town to town, picking up trinkets everywhere he goes. Picked up lycanthropy while in Dragonsmaw Manor, and can switch between his normal and bestial forms at will. Known to hoard gems, jewels, and all manner of precious stones. A keeper of secrets, Prism is rumored to know the origins of the Gembound species, and their connection with the Gemlins. He denies this every time he's asked.
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Prism hunched over a pool of glistening water, staring at both his own reflection and the reflection of the glowing crystals on the cave walls around him. Iridescent fur shimmered in the crystal light, shifting between jade and violet, as the crystals adorning his body grew in size and sharpness. A glance at his paw as his claws lengthened did little to ease his growing anxiety.
Behind him, the werebeast that attacked him had left a trail of blood as it fled the cave. The thought that it had fled gave him little comfort as he could feel his own thoughts grow sluggish and hazy. The beast within was starting to surface now, and he only hoped he was fully alone in this cave. Unbeknownst to him, however, he was being watched.
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Fivel kept quiet, gesturing to Greyfeather. She loaded her bow with a special arrow, tipped with a tranquilizer, and fired. The injured werebeast collapsed after a few moments of struggling to free the arrow. After that, Fivel rushed forward, administering the Silver Concoction and bandages as quickly as possible. As he finished, he was about to pack up and leave with Greyfeather in tow, but she raised a wing to stop him before pointing with the other at the nearby cave.
A growl echoed from inside the crystalline cavern, and the pair exchanged glances before cautiously approaching. He could smell another werebeast in the cave, freshly turned and confused.
Getting closer, the pair could see a massive Gembound, fully turned and bestial, drinking from a pool. Fortunately, Fivel had a second Silver Concoction on hand. Unfortunately, Greyfeather had only brought one tranquilizer arrow, and she'd just used it. They would have to come up with a plan.
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Everything was a dull haze of fury and confusion. Furious at being confused, and confused at being furious, he was in a daze of thoughtlessness. A sound roused him from his cyclical stupor, and he turned to see... something... at the mouth of the cave making lots of noise and causing a ruckus.
Now with a target for his pent up frustration, he lunged. ...Only to miss spectacularly as the unknown thing took to the air. Moments later, he was being forcibly tackled by two unseen forces. Strong claws wrested his maw open, and some metallic tasting liquid was forced down his throat.
The haze lifted.
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Retaining his both bestial form and thinking mind, Prism roams the outskirts of Dragonsmaw Manor. Sometimes he can be seen as a beast, other times he can be found as an ordinary Gembound. He is on good terms with the denizens of Talonclaw Manor, and the various other wandering travelers that frequent the area, including the Freedom's Wings airship and its crew.
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Moonlight shone down on the floor of the forest clearing. Night birds sang ominous in the trees, as a solitary Werebeast stalked through the underbrush. His prey walked ahead, wary but unaware of his approach. The rabbit looked around nervously, bespectacled eyes darting from his pocket watch to the dark forest around him. His suitcase, bulging with ill-gotten goods and loose cash, caught on a root. With a panicked yelp, he tugged at it, only for it to spill open, its contents scattering in the moonlit clearing.
The ruddy brown rabbit's left ear twitched as he hurried to gather up the money and medicine he'd stashed. The Werebeast's own four ears were twitching, too, waiting for the opportune moment. The Clinic was miles away, in the opposite direction the now former clerk was franticly running. The Werebeast silently crept closer, allowing one of his crystals to catch the moonlight for a split second.
It had the desired effect, as now the rabbit was on high alert. Scanning the treeline, however, proved fruitless. The rabbit failed to notice the Werebeast creeping up behind him, crystalline claws outstretched and maw full of massive fangs open wide.
A roar of tremendous volume split the night.
The rabbit, terrified out of his mind, sprinted like mad into the darkness, leaving the still open suitcase behind. The Werebeast stepped into the moonlight.
Prism picked up the suitcase, sighing. Hopefully this medicine hadn't expired, and wouldn't in the time it would take to return the stolen loot back to the Clinic. Filling it back up the rest of the way and closing it, he made his way back to town, not quite as empty handed as he'd feared he would be.
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Back at the Crystal Archive, Prism set down the small satchel of his latest haul. Emerald, his prized Gemlin companion, leapt down from the small pillow he'd been snoozing on. Socketing the data crystals he'd gathered into the empty sockets of the far wall, he tapped a claw impatiently. Hopefully the information they carried wasn't too damaged or corrupted.
The fleeing rabbit had gotten far too close for comfort, and had nearly stumbled upon the hidden cave in his haste. This small cave was all that remained of the old Crystal Archive, which had been destroyed and ransacked. How the bandits even managed to get up to Quetzal Palace in the first place was a mystery on its own, as they had no outside help. And worse, most of the history crystals were missing or damaged beyond recovery. Now, far away from any village with the closest being the imposing Dragonsmaw Manor, the tiny cave was as remote as it could get. Which left Prism to wonder... Just where had that rabbit been going?
Not having the time to dwell on it, he got to work recovering the data in the crystals. These were mostly scientific documents, of biology and crystalline technology alike. He could only hope the history crystals were not all gone. Damaged, or destroyed, they held little value except as pretty trinkets. ...Which was, in all likelihood, what the bandits were after.
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Prism hunched over a pool of glistening water, staring at both his own reflection and the reflection of the glowing crystals on the cave walls around him. Iridescent fur shimmered in the crystal light, shifting between jade and violet, as the crystals adorning his body grew in size and sharpness. A glance at his paw as his claws lengthened did little to ease his growing anxiety.
Behind him, the werebeast that attacked him had left a trail of blood as it fled the cave. The thought that it had fled gave him little comfort as he could feel his own thoughts grow sluggish and hazy. The beast within was starting to surface now, and he only hoped he was fully alone in this cave. Unbeknownst to him, however, he was being watched.
------
Fivel kept quiet, gesturing to Greyfeather. She loaded her bow with a special arrow, tipped with a tranquilizer, and fired. The injured werebeast collapsed after a few moments of struggling to free the arrow. After that, Fivel rushed forward, administering the Silver Concoction and bandages as quickly as possible. As he finished, he was about to pack up and leave with Greyfeather in tow, but she raised a wing to stop him before pointing with the other at the nearby cave.
A growl echoed from inside the crystalline cavern, and the pair exchanged glances before cautiously approaching. He could smell another werebeast in the cave, freshly turned and confused.
Getting closer, the pair could see a massive Gembound, fully turned and bestial, drinking from a pool. Fortunately, Fivel had a second Silver Concoction on hand. Unfortunately, Greyfeather had only brought one tranquilizer arrow, and she'd just used it. They would have to come up with a plan.
------
Everything was a dull haze of fury and confusion. Furious at being confused, and confused at being furious, he was in a daze of thoughtlessness. A sound roused him from his cyclical stupor, and he turned to see... something... at the mouth of the cave making lots of noise and causing a ruckus.
Now with a target for his pent up frustration, he lunged. ...Only to miss spectacularly as the unknown thing took to the air. Moments later, he was being forcibly tackled by two unseen forces. Strong claws wrested his maw open, and some metallic tasting liquid was forced down his throat.
The haze lifted.
------
Retaining his both bestial form and thinking mind, Prism roams the outskirts of Dragonsmaw Manor. Sometimes he can be seen as a beast, other times he can be found as an ordinary Gembound. He is on good terms with the denizens of Talonclaw Manor, and the various other wandering travelers that frequent the area, including the Freedom's Wings airship and its crew.
------
Moonlight shone down on the floor of the forest clearing. Night birds sang ominous in the trees, as a solitary Werebeast stalked through the underbrush. His prey walked ahead, wary but unaware of his approach. The rabbit looked around nervously, bespectacled eyes darting from his pocket watch to the dark forest around him. His suitcase, bulging with ill-gotten goods and loose cash, caught on a root. With a panicked yelp, he tugged at it, only for it to spill open, its contents scattering in the moonlit clearing.
The ruddy brown rabbit's left ear twitched as he hurried to gather up the money and medicine he'd stashed. The Werebeast's own four ears were twitching, too, waiting for the opportune moment. The Clinic was miles away, in the opposite direction the now former clerk was franticly running. The Werebeast silently crept closer, allowing one of his crystals to catch the moonlight for a split second.
It had the desired effect, as now the rabbit was on high alert. Scanning the treeline, however, proved fruitless. The rabbit failed to notice the Werebeast creeping up behind him, crystalline claws outstretched and maw full of massive fangs open wide.
A roar of tremendous volume split the night.
The rabbit, terrified out of his mind, sprinted like mad into the darkness, leaving the still open suitcase behind. The Werebeast stepped into the moonlight.
Prism picked up the suitcase, sighing. Hopefully this medicine hadn't expired, and wouldn't in the time it would take to return the stolen loot back to the Clinic. Filling it back up the rest of the way and closing it, he made his way back to town, not quite as empty handed as he'd feared he would be.
------
Back at the Crystal Archive, Prism set down the small satchel of his latest haul. Emerald, his prized Gemlin companion, leapt down from the small pillow he'd been snoozing on. Socketing the data crystals he'd gathered into the empty sockets of the far wall, he tapped a claw impatiently. Hopefully the information they carried wasn't too damaged or corrupted.
The fleeing rabbit had gotten far too close for comfort, and had nearly stumbled upon the hidden cave in his haste. This small cave was all that remained of the old Crystal Archive, which had been destroyed and ransacked. How the bandits even managed to get up to Quetzal Palace in the first place was a mystery on its own, as they had no outside help. And worse, most of the history crystals were missing or damaged beyond recovery. Now, far away from any village with the closest being the imposing Dragonsmaw Manor, the tiny cave was as remote as it could get. Which left Prism to wonder... Just where had that rabbit been going?
Not having the time to dwell on it, he got to work recovering the data in the crystals. These were mostly scientific documents, of biology and crystalline technology alike. He could only hope the history crystals were not all gone. Damaged, or destroyed, they held little value except as pretty trinkets. ...Which was, in all likelihood, what the bandits were after.
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