Guardian Of The Forge Bronze Jhorinth
| Guardian Of The Forge Bronze Jhorinth | |
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| Impressee | N'hax |
| Hatching Date: | 15 March, 2013 Day 1, Month 4, Turn 31 |
| Current Age: | 37 turns |
| Size: | 36.2 feet |
| Dam: | As True as the Tide Gold Iesaryth |
| Sire: | Backtalking Beaked Brown Arekoth |
| Lineage: | Here |
| Clutch: | Clutch:48 |
| Egg Credit: | Brieli |
| Dragon Credit: | Name: H'kon / Dragon: Azaylia |
| Puppeteer: | Azaylia |
Surely wrought with strength in mind, the bright bronze's visible imperfections must have been hammered and polished into this semblance of youthful majesty. His stalwart physique is balanced, broad-shouldered without being stocky or overlong, while his hide's lustrous shine alludes to gold. Burnt copper smudges not only the handsome brow that guards a frequently-intense gaze, but also his tall headknobs; it's burnished into cleaner, sharper cuts over the lighter hue of his muzzle, legs and tail. As for his wings, journeys through the air must be made glorious by those iridescent sails, bridging between the impressive span of each dark, formidable spar.
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Imprisoned Souls Egg
An oppressive gray cloud covers the surface of this egg, dulling whatever shine there might be by colouring alone. Faint, spectral images seem to surface from the murky depths, disturbing in their form; shapes seem like faces in torment, wisps of hands reaching for salvation. No matter how many times one looks at those faces, they always seem different - and somehow, grow more horrifying as they seek to free themselves from the shell.
Salvation is ultimately reached as Imprisoned Souls Egg shatters at the efforts of one particularly persistent spirit. Murky phantoms fall in fragments atop the sands as the determined hatchling bursts through the gray veil. His triumphant bugle is short-lived as he draws his gooey self up... and stubbornly plants himself among the remains of his once-prison. There, he is able to survey this new realm with red, hungry eyes.
Guardian Of The Forge Bronze
Surely wrought with strength in mind, the bright bronze's visible imperfections must have been hammered and polished into this semblance of youthful majesty. His stalwart physique is balanced, broad-shouldered without being stocky or overlong, while his hide's lustrous shine alludes to gold. Burnt copper smudges not only the handsome brow that guards a frequently-intense gaze, but also his tall headknobs; it's burnished into cleaner, sharper cuts over the lighter hue of his muzzle, legs and tail. As for his wings, journeys through the air must be made glorious by those iridescent sails, bridging between the impressive span of each dark, formidable spar.
Temperament
Oh, N'hax. Poor journeyman-turned-rider. Impressing Jhorinth must feel as though you've been lured into an ambush. Don't worry, with him by your side it'll be the last time you're ever caught off guard. That is, if he has anything to say about it! Jhorinth, with his dam's patient cunning and his sire's instincts, makes for one stubborn, infuriatingly confident, nearly unflappable lifemate. There will be no apologies for the way he thrust himself into your life, nor for dashing your chance at becoming a smith master. Hold on to what dreams you can, though, for you may be surprised with what you're able to come out with on the other side.
You are his primary concern. He must guard you with all he has, even from yourself, an oath he's made right out of the shell. If it doesn't make him particularly popular with the rest of the class, then so be it! Sure, he's picky about certain aspects of your shared existence, but it's only because he knows what's best. It isn't that he cares about the finer things in life the way Rasavyth does, but Jhorinth does have his own standards and he expects them to be met. Your couch-and-cot combination should be comfortable, but not so much that you want to sleep in and miss class. The oil can't be too thin, or too thick, as both are impractical. (Maybe you can help him eventually understand how temperature affects the latter, and how it's also impractical to go grab ice to chill down the oil in the heat of High Reaches' short summer.)
Jhorinth will be even more particular when you're faced with something familiar from your old craft, because then should he really have to say anything? « That blade is far too dull to cut meat with. You were-are a Smith. Shouldn't you know that? » It'll grate in the way young minds do when they speak with such unearned conviction. Trying to explain why or how he might be wrong about anything will be a true test of patience. You and everyone else are welcome to your opinions, but it'll be near impossible to convince young Jhorinth otherwise. Even about your craft. It might leave a confusing sting early on when he refers to you as being a once-Smith and now-Smith, simultaneously. It's still a part of who you are... isn't it?
While Jhorinth doesn't lack for opinions, he does lack the wisdom of when to best voice them or, for that matter, use his innate abilities. That's where you come in, N'hax. There's so much to see with those hungry eyes and he'll want to see it all. Expect to be overwhelmed by a lifemate who wants to share everything, including things you don't want to know about your fellow weyrlings, the weyrlingmasters, or miscellaneous riders. It'll make concentrating difficult, and that's even when he isn't asking questions. So many questions. Just because he sees all doesn't mean he understands it. « Many of the men, » for in your ranks there are no boys and girls but only men and women, « sound as though they battle ghosts in the night, grunting and shaking their arms. » You'll have to explain, or else he might try to get his answers elsewhere, and wouldn't that be embarrassing?
During weyrlinghood, Jhorinth will do his best not to gloat about his successes (mostly), but a dragonet's enthusiasm is hard to stifle. His accomplishments shouldn't come as a surprise, not to anyone! Failure of any kind will bring forth a frustration in Jhorinth that may become legendary. For as long as his memory allows, he'll go over what went wrong again and again (and again) until you're both driven mad by his constant corrections. He will see it as letting you down, and it's in these contemplative, overly-critical moments that you might realize just how deeply he cares. He strives for solidity, for the steely strength he knows he's capable of but has yet to develop. All of his struggles are for you, N'hax. In ways that should be familiar, it'll take both time and effort to work his raw potential into something both reliable and deadly.
Like his sire, Jhorinth has strong gut reactions to what he encounters; while age and what he eventually learns about good sense may keep them in check, he can never ignore them altogether. In the increasingly rare moments when he's found to be wrong, he will generally be gracious in his mistakes... while simultaneously furious with himself for making them. Eventually, Jhorinth will be honed into a draconic force to be wielded not just by you, but by High Reaches Weyr, with echoes of youth perceptible in his fierce loyalty to the Weyr and its leaders. Should his loyalty ever come into question, he'll see it as a challenge to prove himself by working doubly hard. He expects the same devotion from you as well, N'hax. The Weyr comes first. He'll steer you towards being of use to your home, and has a preference for watchrider duties where, unlike many dragons, he actually watches... for Jhorinth takes great pleasure in actively guarding all that he surveys. If you decide to climb through the ranks, he will give his all so that you might rise as far as you can, even to Weyrlingmaster or Weyrleader.
Jhorinth has a quiet intensity about him that can be felt beneath a growing armor of calm confidence, and the bronze will rarely feel the need to throw his weight around. He'll talk freely and openly with other dragons, happy to build alliances with those he comes to see as trustworthy, though they may not always welcome him: Ghislaith, for example, prefers more introspective sorts. Over time he'll likely also become aware of that 'something' about Rasavyth, to the point of mostly tolerating rather than trusting the smaller bronze. It's a pleasant-enough truce... only until it isn't. Should he and Kazavoth become allies, by contrast, their mutual loyalty will benefit them both; Jhorinth will be particularly interested in the rich history of their mutual home. He's also likely to want to recruit Solith to the Cause of Good, though he may have trouble keeping her, Ilicath may also have potential in Jhorinth's eyes, and if he's unable to impart his own moral code onto the smaller dragon, at least the blue's genuine sense of duty will smooth frustration into possible friendship.
Should opportunities arise, he'll take great pleasure in besting Athimeroth and his issues with authority, any rivalry unconsciously driven by order versus anarchy. Cailluneth's efforts at keeping the peace will be greatly appreciated, and so Jhorinth will be patient with her, even when met with that vicious temper. Make no mistake, he can and will be riled even when grown. He tends to take it as a personal affront should anything happen to You, the Weyr, or those you've come to care about, and he'll want to defend them to the end. It may come as a surprise to those who don't know him as you do, to see such ferocity unleashed on whatever or whomever he considers a threat.
Flights will be another outlet for the churning, molten power Jhorinth keeps at bay, but even that will come after a good deal of watching. It won't interfere with duties, of course (probably) (maybe), but expect to receive seemingly random updates on any proddy greens he may have his eye on. « She does not leave as often as before. It is almost time. » His taste varies from bubbleheaded wenches to warriors much like himself. Should he catch a gold, he'll likely be a dutiful and attentive mate. The eggs will be under his constant gaze, so much so that he'll risk a queen's wrath in order to constantly hover. (If so, don't go making any plans to leave the Weyr anytime soon... except for sweeps of course!)
Above all else, Jhorinth has sworn his loyalty to you. Bound by an unwavering sense of honor as well as his heartfelt devotion, the bronze is always going to be there... whether you want him to or not. It's your ingenuity and ambition that brought you to him, after all, and he'll do all he can to ensure that such favorable traits are able to thrive within the Weyr. Your home. So that you, N'hax, can achieve all that you desire.
Public Impression Message
Even the most dutiful of sentinels can grow weary, especially when they're only several minutes old. Drying egg slime and hunger prove to be too much as the Guardian of the Forge Bronze lurches to his feet, beginning to stomp over shell fragments and golden sand, his head held high and sweeping from side to side. Too bad he's so busy watching that he doesn't look at where he's going... until his headknobs knock solidly into a tall man's gut. Rather than pull back, he drags his jaw up and against the white fabric, searching gaze suddenly locked onto the tall once-journeyman.
Private Impression Message
There is no warning, nothing to prepare you for the white-hot jolt that runs through your very being. All that you are. All that you were. The familiar clang of hammer and anvil grows steadily louder until it's deafening. Robbed of your senses, there's little else you can do but stand there, defenseless. Vulnerable. « Never again. » Jhorinth swears it. He replaces that which you have lost, his shared vision filled with a reflection of yourself within polished steel, « N'hax. » His rich bass is felt more than heard, a rumble deep within you. It's all too new for words, but can't you see? It's a binding oath, a bridge between craft and Weyr. Is this not what you had in mind?
Mindvoice
Like a deeper version of a dull blade taken to whetstone, Jhorinth's steady bass voice keeps to a mostly-methodical pace. Rarely without a quip or comment, his otherwise-smooth words may seem impulsive-- and in his youth, they will be. He simply knows what (he feels) needs to be said, and he will say it. It makes no difference to him whether the other party ends up listening (or annoyed), but the rumbling depths of his voice will attempt to ensure that he is heard. Jhorinth is of the forge and all that it entails. Red-hot anger can all too quickly be honed into silvery sharpness, with white, hissing steam as a minimal warning... if he's feeling generous. When emotions are high and words fail him, his conductive mindscape draws in blindingly bright bolts of lightning, followed by the clang of hammer against anvil as their only thunder. And then there are the other times, the rare flights of fancy, the times of intimate leisure: when his thoughts seem as fragile and as rainbowed as a soap bubble, as lovely as his wings.
Itchyspots
Such regal headknobs. So tall. So proud. So... ITCHY. Even while the rest of him is filling out, from base to tip Jhorinth's 'knobs will plague him the worst. Sometimes the infuriating, dry tickle will creep on down to his eyeridges and settle under that watchful gaze of his. Don't expect any peace when that happens as he will never risk damaging his eyes in order to soothe the itch himself. Even after the worst of his growth spurts have passed, Jhorinth will insist on having his hide oiled almost like clockwork. It could be out of vanity, for he does have beautiful color, but more than likely it's his understanding that routine maintenance is required in order to remain in peak working condition.
Final Size
36.2
Inspiration
Jhorinth's element is metal, which not only suits a once (and still?) smith, but ties in with his main inspiration: Heimdall. Specifically, Marvel's heavily armored interpretation of him in the movie Thor. In Norse mythology, Heimdall guarded the Bifrost bridge, which is what Vikings believed a rainbow was. Mythology also states that he was born in the ocean, just as Jhorinth was clutched by ocean-minded Iesaryth. While Heimdall wields formidable power, his strict moral code and loyalty to Odin keeps him in line and makes him invaluable to the kingdom of Asgard. His name comes from toying with Nordic sounds and double consonants until we decided on something that sounded just right.
Egg Inspiration: Soulsteel. The newest and the second strongest of the five magical materials in the 'Exalted' tabletop setting, formed by alloying human souls and ore dredged up from the nightmares of dead elder gods that teeter upon the edge of oblivion. (!!)
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