Post by shawncameron on Dec 1, 2005 23:08:44 GMT -5
((I thought I already posted him but now I can't find him so I probubly didn't.... well here he is now))
Player Info
Name: Shawn
Contact Info: DragonShadow5835@msn.com
How you heard of LW: from the beginning.
Rider Information
Name: S’hon
Gender: male
Age/Birthday: 28
Orientation: straight
Location: Lateo Weyr
Rank/Wing: Helios Wing Second
Standing: S’hon dose not believe in concurring anything but there are times when he feels they all deserve to feel the bight of thread.
Family:S’hon only has two living family members, his father who he is not on speaking turms with, and his older brother who he dose not get to see very often.
Pets: Runnerbeast- DragonFlame of flam for short, he is a stallion often used for breeding. He is about, 16 hands tall, and his fur is a dark rusty red with black main tail and socks.
Green Firelizard- she has no name, and is frequently referred to as Lizard or little one. She is very flighty like a kitten and is very overly attached to S’hon who seems to barely tolerate her, (but really likes her even if he won’t admit it to himself.)
Appearance: S’hon can seem very imposing at first glance and even at second glance to some. There seems to be an antisocial aura floating about him, seeping from his pores like sweat. But S’hon likes it that way and has done everything he can to stay as guarded as possible. Standing at 5’11” S’hon is very well muscled on every part of his body and though he has with drawn himself from society in general he continues to hold himself very proudly, always standing strait, with his broad shoulders held back.
As can be imagined S’hon has many secrets, two of which are kept very well hidden under the long black coat he never seems to be with out. This coat may make him look very hot in the Southern sun and humidity but as any seamstress can tell you he must have spent a good hand full of marks on this one as it is made out of raw silk and though it manages to keep him relatively warm in cold weather, it breaths like a dream in the hottest summers. The first of these is the raged scar running from his left hip up to his right shoulder, which was given to him by none other then his father. The second is a full back tattoo he received on the one day he decided to drink a little to much at a Birtan gather, it depicts a bronze dragon climbing up the center of his back, its wings partly unfurled to cover most of his skin and its long sinus neck twisted around to hiss at who ever might be looking at it.
The one scar he has yet to succeed in hiding is cleanly slashed across his once dark blue, left eye, it reaches from just below his hair line to just above his cheek, and though he tries to hide it with the few stray strands of raven black hair he is not able to tie back, it is the one thing people never fail to notice. As for his hair S’hon has aloud it to grow long, reaching to about mid waist it is always tied back in a loose ponytail at the base of his neck. Like his hair, S’hon’s color of choice is black, from his coat down to his leather boots, S’hon chooses to where only the darkest colors of the spectrum.
Personality: Saying that S’hon is antisocial is an understatement. He hates human contact and dose not tolerate being touched, he has also made a habit of not speaking unless what he has to say is important to the mater at hand or if someone asks his opinion on something. When this dose happen, S’hon is all business and directly to the point, he will not hesitate to say something just because someone else may not like it. And though most think him completely humorless they are actually wrong, it is just that his humor is very, very dry, rather mean, and is rarely shared with anyone other then his dragon.
Though constantly avoiding people, going so far as to sit in the same dark corner behind the doors in the weyr hall everyday, S’hon is a skilled leader and takes his responsibilities extremely seriously. Going hand and hand with this is S’hon’s dislike for people who do not comprehend the depth of their responsibility and for people who disrespect the people around them, whether they be of higher class or lower. If it is one thing S’hon will never do it’s disrespect someone for no reason, and it better be a good reason. But then again S’hon has a different view on respecting people then most others do. For one he dose not find ignoring someone to be rude at all, he dose however always manage to stand when a lady enters and leaves a room or his table. He also refers to everyone by their title or sir or ma’am. He also believes in respecting the decisions of people placed above him, even if there views are different form his own.
There is only one exception to this and that is if you ever do anything to loose his respect you will never get it back. S’hon was not always like this however. As a child and young teen, he was rather cheerful and excepting of everyone never judging anyone for there faults or past mistakes. It was during this time that he learned to dance. It is one skill that no one at the weyr yet knows about and if it’s up to him they never will. Perhaps it is this natural skill with dance that makes him such a graceful and disciplined fighter and trainer. Though his charges may hate him they can not deny the effectiveness of his hard training.
History: Sahon was born in High Reaches hold but he only lived there for a year before his mother died and his father moved him and his older brother, Jocklen, to the beast hall where he was made a Journeyman. The masters began to regret this decision after only a few months as the man, grieving heavily for his wife began to drink more and more every day. Despite this Sahon managed to live happily there, loving his work with the runners and even looking forward to working with the larger or the heard beasts. At that time he was a very open and friendly boy who when not in the stables could be found with the aunties and uncles, avidly listening to their life stories and experiences. It was there that he met, Feona, who insisted that he learn how to be a real man, these lessons included formal courtesy, table manners and dancing. And though the teen age boy, would never admit to liking the lessons or the old lady he always went no matter how much it rained or how much he complained about them to his brother.
It was when he was 14 that the dragon arrived. It was a large Bronze searching for a candidate for the weyrs gold egg. And though the bronze did not find any suitable candidates for the precious gold he did catch a wiff of Sahon as he was in the stables alone that night, watching over a mare who was not taking her pregnancy all that well. It took a wile but the bronze finally managed to convince his rider to take the boy for the hatching. The rider aproched him quietly as he left the stables and gave him time to tell only his imidiat family and gather one bag of his positions. It was a dream he didn’t think was possible, hadn’t the dragons bean wiped out with their riders? He had just finished packing and throwing his bag over his shoulder when his father came in… he had been drinking heavily and still had a half empty bottle in his had and he staggered toward his son. His speech was slurred but Sahon understood every word as his father forbade him from setting one foot out of the hall. Sahon had always managed to respect his father despite his problems and he tried desperately to explain but that only made the man angrier and angrier until he finally lashed out. Sahon managed to doge once as the bottle flew over his head and smashed on the wall the red wine painting the board like blood, but he couldn’t avoid a second stroke as the bottle came flying back up and caught him on the hip, and continued up to his shoulder. Through the shock and the pain Sahon heard his brother come in followed quickly by the rider. It was as he watched his brother wrestle his father out of the room he fainted from the surprise of the attack and the loss of blood from the gaping wound. Sahon didn’t know how or when he was patched up but when he next awoke he was at the Weyr and his stitches where almost ready to be removed. But thought he was physically ok, there was something inside that broke by the betrayal of his father.
Hurt and fragile, Sahon found solace in a young girl candidate by the name of Loaya. She was always there by his side and in the month before the hatching Sahon was sure that he had found his love. But his suffering was not over yet as not five minuets into the hatching a particularly large dragon, exploded from it’s egg sending shell shards flying in every direction, cosign minor cuts on many candidates that had gotten to close. Sahon was one of these but unlike the other candidates Sahon found himself directly in the path of the hungering dragon. He jumped back as quickly as possible, but not fast enough as the young brown’s talon slashed directly across his open left eye. Barely suppressing a scream Sahon fell back clutching his eye in horror. But though he did not make a sound a blood curtailing scream did rent the air as a young bronze rushed the brown. The pain seemed to lesson as the shock of impressing hit him, and he realized that mixed in with the rage was the dragons own pain as the young one made the connection with his rider. Ignoring the blood washing down his face S’hon quickly stepped between the brown and his new rider and his beautiful bronze. Mazbeth slid to a stop his eyes whirling red with hunger confusion and pain. Reaching out for the large head S’hon heard the most beautiful voice that he would ever hear in his life, why dose it hurt S’hon? First I was hungry and now it hurts, help me. tears quickly mixed with blood and S’hon lead Mazbeth away trying to assure him that the pain would go away soon that it was more important that he eat, and that the pain would go away. But once the bronze was fed and sleeping a new pain and fear washed over the new rider as he was informed that he would never see out of that eye again.
Though frightened that he would not be of any use with one eye rather he had a dragon or not, S’hon sought out Loaya. But the girl had not impressed and her entire personality had changed. She was different, and not in a good way, but S’hon was not willing to give her up he could not loose anything else, he just couldn’t handle that, so he promised to say with her to support her and to let her stay in the weyr with him. But as Mazbeth grew he became more and more time consuming, until S’hon rarely if ever saw anyone other then the Weyrling master and his young bronze. It was then that his love began to show her true colors as Loaya, mad and jealous, attacked S’hon during a row. But she had underestimated the bond between dragon and rider as Mazbeth rushed between them, consumed with blind rage, to save his rider. Loaya missing the dodging rider hit the dragon instead and was sequentially knocked aside by S’hon who was frantic over all of the blood from the wound. Loaya barely managed to flee with her life but to where no one knows. That was the breaking point for S’hon. It was then that he built the wall around his heart and around his life, never to let anyone in again.
Mazbeth tried in vain to comfort his rider, and is still trying to day to make him happy and social, though he dose not judge him for the way he is. One such occasion was the day that they found the flit nest on the beaches of a secluded cove. S’hon tried to hurry away from the hatching eggs but was followed by a little green who he later found out was being egged on by Maz. The bronze finally managed to convince his rider to feed the little lizard, it was so hungry, after all S’hon had fed him when he was hungry why not the little green? Though that managed to convince S’hon he informed his dragon that it was only this once and that she would have to leave in the morning. But the little green didn’t leave and still follows him around to this day enjoying him as much as possible but obeying his every command (except “GO AWAY”) with the utmost loyalty.
Dragon Information
Name: Mazbeth
Color: a deep, green tinted bronze
Age: 14 turns
Description: Mazbeth is much like his rider in that he is much stronger then he looks even being on of the larger of the bronzes. Mazbeth has one distinguishing mark and that is the short but deep scar on his belly.
Personality: Mazbeth is almost exactly like S’hon was before his life fell to peaces around him. Perhaps this is in the hope that someday he will return to being that way, though it is doubtful. Maz is very kind hearted, and will go to great lengths to help any dragon or person in need, even pestering his rider nonstop to do something. Surprisingly enough it usually if not always works as Mazbeth is the only one capable of talking S’hon into doing anything he dose not want to do. To bad for him is the fact that most in the weyr know this and will not hesitate to ask the Bronze for S’hons help.
Mazbeth for his part dose not always, volunteer his rider for jobs, though the times he has greatly out ways the times he hasn’t. Prone to giving advice behind his riders back Maz is rather well liked by most riders and dragons even if none of them like his rider. Not that any of them are stupid enough to tell the bronze that as Maz has to be one of the most loyal dragons considering the way his rider acts. Besides being generally helpful to everyone, the Bronze is also one of the weyrs biggest flirts, managing to always share a spot in the sun with a green or even a mated gold. But this rarely ever gets him in trouble as it is common knowledge that Mazbeth has never and probably will never participate in a mating flight, out of respect for his rider’s dislike of other humans.
History : Mazbeth was the fifth to hatch in his clutch, but unlike the other dragonets, this time of joy was marred from the moment he set red eyes on his chosen. S’hon stood out like a beacon to the bronze but as he wobbled toward him pain suddenly shot through him. His left eye burned and he was feeling a blast of emotions he could not comprehend. Screaming in rage and pain Mazbeth ran for the thing he knew had cased this pain, the young brown who was just now looking into the eyes of the boy who had been right behind his S’hon. The rage melted however as his chosen stood between him and his brother, a deep crimson liquid covering his face and white robe. Still hurting, the hungry bronze gave in to the comforts offered by his rider as they made their way to the food he could smell out side. Other humans quickly lathered the boys eye with numb weed, which made the pain stop, as S’hon fed the still worried bronze.
When he woke up the next morning craving yet more food, Mazbeth felt again the mixture of emotions he later labeled as grief and fear coming from his rider. The bronze did not understand at first why only having one eye was a bad thing but he quickly leaned not to talk about it and instead spent his time assuring S’hon that he was the best rider of the lot and that was why he was the one who had been chosen and not any of the others. But it wasn’t long before he met Loaya. He knew the moment their eyes met that she was bad, though he could not place exactly why at his young age. but S’hon liked her and was already hurt enough with out the dragon telling him of his suspicions. He paid for this weakness however as not a month later he awoke to the most intense pain of his life shooting through his belly. He did the only thing he could as he called for S’hon. Blinded by pain Mazbeth opend his wings and felt something heavy collide with them and go flying into the wall. It was just as he turned his head and saw the woman that S’hon came in his blue eyes filled with a rage he had never seen before. The woman left after that, and if Mazbeth had his way she would never come back. But the attack had taken its toll on S’hon and his rider had changed.
The Pair worked even harder together after that incident and managed to graduate at the top of there class. But Maz is still trying to comfort and cheer his rider, to no avail.
Clutch: Gold Romirath X Bronze Edeenth
Player Info
Name: Shawn
Contact Info: DragonShadow5835@msn.com
How you heard of LW: from the beginning.
Rider Information
Name: S’hon
Gender: male
Age/Birthday: 28
Orientation: straight
Location: Lateo Weyr
Rank/Wing: Helios Wing Second
Standing: S’hon dose not believe in concurring anything but there are times when he feels they all deserve to feel the bight of thread.
Family:S’hon only has two living family members, his father who he is not on speaking turms with, and his older brother who he dose not get to see very often.
Pets: Runnerbeast- DragonFlame of flam for short, he is a stallion often used for breeding. He is about, 16 hands tall, and his fur is a dark rusty red with black main tail and socks.
Green Firelizard- she has no name, and is frequently referred to as Lizard or little one. She is very flighty like a kitten and is very overly attached to S’hon who seems to barely tolerate her, (but really likes her even if he won’t admit it to himself.)
Appearance: S’hon can seem very imposing at first glance and even at second glance to some. There seems to be an antisocial aura floating about him, seeping from his pores like sweat. But S’hon likes it that way and has done everything he can to stay as guarded as possible. Standing at 5’11” S’hon is very well muscled on every part of his body and though he has with drawn himself from society in general he continues to hold himself very proudly, always standing strait, with his broad shoulders held back.
As can be imagined S’hon has many secrets, two of which are kept very well hidden under the long black coat he never seems to be with out. This coat may make him look very hot in the Southern sun and humidity but as any seamstress can tell you he must have spent a good hand full of marks on this one as it is made out of raw silk and though it manages to keep him relatively warm in cold weather, it breaths like a dream in the hottest summers. The first of these is the raged scar running from his left hip up to his right shoulder, which was given to him by none other then his father. The second is a full back tattoo he received on the one day he decided to drink a little to much at a Birtan gather, it depicts a bronze dragon climbing up the center of his back, its wings partly unfurled to cover most of his skin and its long sinus neck twisted around to hiss at who ever might be looking at it.
The one scar he has yet to succeed in hiding is cleanly slashed across his once dark blue, left eye, it reaches from just below his hair line to just above his cheek, and though he tries to hide it with the few stray strands of raven black hair he is not able to tie back, it is the one thing people never fail to notice. As for his hair S’hon has aloud it to grow long, reaching to about mid waist it is always tied back in a loose ponytail at the base of his neck. Like his hair, S’hon’s color of choice is black, from his coat down to his leather boots, S’hon chooses to where only the darkest colors of the spectrum.
Personality: Saying that S’hon is antisocial is an understatement. He hates human contact and dose not tolerate being touched, he has also made a habit of not speaking unless what he has to say is important to the mater at hand or if someone asks his opinion on something. When this dose happen, S’hon is all business and directly to the point, he will not hesitate to say something just because someone else may not like it. And though most think him completely humorless they are actually wrong, it is just that his humor is very, very dry, rather mean, and is rarely shared with anyone other then his dragon.
Though constantly avoiding people, going so far as to sit in the same dark corner behind the doors in the weyr hall everyday, S’hon is a skilled leader and takes his responsibilities extremely seriously. Going hand and hand with this is S’hon’s dislike for people who do not comprehend the depth of their responsibility and for people who disrespect the people around them, whether they be of higher class or lower. If it is one thing S’hon will never do it’s disrespect someone for no reason, and it better be a good reason. But then again S’hon has a different view on respecting people then most others do. For one he dose not find ignoring someone to be rude at all, he dose however always manage to stand when a lady enters and leaves a room or his table. He also refers to everyone by their title or sir or ma’am. He also believes in respecting the decisions of people placed above him, even if there views are different form his own.
There is only one exception to this and that is if you ever do anything to loose his respect you will never get it back. S’hon was not always like this however. As a child and young teen, he was rather cheerful and excepting of everyone never judging anyone for there faults or past mistakes. It was during this time that he learned to dance. It is one skill that no one at the weyr yet knows about and if it’s up to him they never will. Perhaps it is this natural skill with dance that makes him such a graceful and disciplined fighter and trainer. Though his charges may hate him they can not deny the effectiveness of his hard training.
History: Sahon was born in High Reaches hold but he only lived there for a year before his mother died and his father moved him and his older brother, Jocklen, to the beast hall where he was made a Journeyman. The masters began to regret this decision after only a few months as the man, grieving heavily for his wife began to drink more and more every day. Despite this Sahon managed to live happily there, loving his work with the runners and even looking forward to working with the larger or the heard beasts. At that time he was a very open and friendly boy who when not in the stables could be found with the aunties and uncles, avidly listening to their life stories and experiences. It was there that he met, Feona, who insisted that he learn how to be a real man, these lessons included formal courtesy, table manners and dancing. And though the teen age boy, would never admit to liking the lessons or the old lady he always went no matter how much it rained or how much he complained about them to his brother.
It was when he was 14 that the dragon arrived. It was a large Bronze searching for a candidate for the weyrs gold egg. And though the bronze did not find any suitable candidates for the precious gold he did catch a wiff of Sahon as he was in the stables alone that night, watching over a mare who was not taking her pregnancy all that well. It took a wile but the bronze finally managed to convince his rider to take the boy for the hatching. The rider aproched him quietly as he left the stables and gave him time to tell only his imidiat family and gather one bag of his positions. It was a dream he didn’t think was possible, hadn’t the dragons bean wiped out with their riders? He had just finished packing and throwing his bag over his shoulder when his father came in… he had been drinking heavily and still had a half empty bottle in his had and he staggered toward his son. His speech was slurred but Sahon understood every word as his father forbade him from setting one foot out of the hall. Sahon had always managed to respect his father despite his problems and he tried desperately to explain but that only made the man angrier and angrier until he finally lashed out. Sahon managed to doge once as the bottle flew over his head and smashed on the wall the red wine painting the board like blood, but he couldn’t avoid a second stroke as the bottle came flying back up and caught him on the hip, and continued up to his shoulder. Through the shock and the pain Sahon heard his brother come in followed quickly by the rider. It was as he watched his brother wrestle his father out of the room he fainted from the surprise of the attack and the loss of blood from the gaping wound. Sahon didn’t know how or when he was patched up but when he next awoke he was at the Weyr and his stitches where almost ready to be removed. But thought he was physically ok, there was something inside that broke by the betrayal of his father.
Hurt and fragile, Sahon found solace in a young girl candidate by the name of Loaya. She was always there by his side and in the month before the hatching Sahon was sure that he had found his love. But his suffering was not over yet as not five minuets into the hatching a particularly large dragon, exploded from it’s egg sending shell shards flying in every direction, cosign minor cuts on many candidates that had gotten to close. Sahon was one of these but unlike the other candidates Sahon found himself directly in the path of the hungering dragon. He jumped back as quickly as possible, but not fast enough as the young brown’s talon slashed directly across his open left eye. Barely suppressing a scream Sahon fell back clutching his eye in horror. But though he did not make a sound a blood curtailing scream did rent the air as a young bronze rushed the brown. The pain seemed to lesson as the shock of impressing hit him, and he realized that mixed in with the rage was the dragons own pain as the young one made the connection with his rider. Ignoring the blood washing down his face S’hon quickly stepped between the brown and his new rider and his beautiful bronze. Mazbeth slid to a stop his eyes whirling red with hunger confusion and pain. Reaching out for the large head S’hon heard the most beautiful voice that he would ever hear in his life, why dose it hurt S’hon? First I was hungry and now it hurts, help me. tears quickly mixed with blood and S’hon lead Mazbeth away trying to assure him that the pain would go away soon that it was more important that he eat, and that the pain would go away. But once the bronze was fed and sleeping a new pain and fear washed over the new rider as he was informed that he would never see out of that eye again.
Though frightened that he would not be of any use with one eye rather he had a dragon or not, S’hon sought out Loaya. But the girl had not impressed and her entire personality had changed. She was different, and not in a good way, but S’hon was not willing to give her up he could not loose anything else, he just couldn’t handle that, so he promised to say with her to support her and to let her stay in the weyr with him. But as Mazbeth grew he became more and more time consuming, until S’hon rarely if ever saw anyone other then the Weyrling master and his young bronze. It was then that his love began to show her true colors as Loaya, mad and jealous, attacked S’hon during a row. But she had underestimated the bond between dragon and rider as Mazbeth rushed between them, consumed with blind rage, to save his rider. Loaya missing the dodging rider hit the dragon instead and was sequentially knocked aside by S’hon who was frantic over all of the blood from the wound. Loaya barely managed to flee with her life but to where no one knows. That was the breaking point for S’hon. It was then that he built the wall around his heart and around his life, never to let anyone in again.
Mazbeth tried in vain to comfort his rider, and is still trying to day to make him happy and social, though he dose not judge him for the way he is. One such occasion was the day that they found the flit nest on the beaches of a secluded cove. S’hon tried to hurry away from the hatching eggs but was followed by a little green who he later found out was being egged on by Maz. The bronze finally managed to convince his rider to feed the little lizard, it was so hungry, after all S’hon had fed him when he was hungry why not the little green? Though that managed to convince S’hon he informed his dragon that it was only this once and that she would have to leave in the morning. But the little green didn’t leave and still follows him around to this day enjoying him as much as possible but obeying his every command (except “GO AWAY”) with the utmost loyalty.
Dragon Information
Name: Mazbeth
Color: a deep, green tinted bronze
Age: 14 turns
Description: Mazbeth is much like his rider in that he is much stronger then he looks even being on of the larger of the bronzes. Mazbeth has one distinguishing mark and that is the short but deep scar on his belly.
Personality: Mazbeth is almost exactly like S’hon was before his life fell to peaces around him. Perhaps this is in the hope that someday he will return to being that way, though it is doubtful. Maz is very kind hearted, and will go to great lengths to help any dragon or person in need, even pestering his rider nonstop to do something. Surprisingly enough it usually if not always works as Mazbeth is the only one capable of talking S’hon into doing anything he dose not want to do. To bad for him is the fact that most in the weyr know this and will not hesitate to ask the Bronze for S’hons help.
Mazbeth for his part dose not always, volunteer his rider for jobs, though the times he has greatly out ways the times he hasn’t. Prone to giving advice behind his riders back Maz is rather well liked by most riders and dragons even if none of them like his rider. Not that any of them are stupid enough to tell the bronze that as Maz has to be one of the most loyal dragons considering the way his rider acts. Besides being generally helpful to everyone, the Bronze is also one of the weyrs biggest flirts, managing to always share a spot in the sun with a green or even a mated gold. But this rarely ever gets him in trouble as it is common knowledge that Mazbeth has never and probably will never participate in a mating flight, out of respect for his rider’s dislike of other humans.
History : Mazbeth was the fifth to hatch in his clutch, but unlike the other dragonets, this time of joy was marred from the moment he set red eyes on his chosen. S’hon stood out like a beacon to the bronze but as he wobbled toward him pain suddenly shot through him. His left eye burned and he was feeling a blast of emotions he could not comprehend. Screaming in rage and pain Mazbeth ran for the thing he knew had cased this pain, the young brown who was just now looking into the eyes of the boy who had been right behind his S’hon. The rage melted however as his chosen stood between him and his brother, a deep crimson liquid covering his face and white robe. Still hurting, the hungry bronze gave in to the comforts offered by his rider as they made their way to the food he could smell out side. Other humans quickly lathered the boys eye with numb weed, which made the pain stop, as S’hon fed the still worried bronze.
When he woke up the next morning craving yet more food, Mazbeth felt again the mixture of emotions he later labeled as grief and fear coming from his rider. The bronze did not understand at first why only having one eye was a bad thing but he quickly leaned not to talk about it and instead spent his time assuring S’hon that he was the best rider of the lot and that was why he was the one who had been chosen and not any of the others. But it wasn’t long before he met Loaya. He knew the moment their eyes met that she was bad, though he could not place exactly why at his young age. but S’hon liked her and was already hurt enough with out the dragon telling him of his suspicions. He paid for this weakness however as not a month later he awoke to the most intense pain of his life shooting through his belly. He did the only thing he could as he called for S’hon. Blinded by pain Mazbeth opend his wings and felt something heavy collide with them and go flying into the wall. It was just as he turned his head and saw the woman that S’hon came in his blue eyes filled with a rage he had never seen before. The woman left after that, and if Mazbeth had his way she would never come back. But the attack had taken its toll on S’hon and his rider had changed.
The Pair worked even harder together after that incident and managed to graduate at the top of there class. But Maz is still trying to comfort and cheer his rider, to no avail.
Clutch: Gold Romirath X Bronze Edeenth