Birds of a feather… quest together! This party of avian adventurers work like a well-oiled machine! Adrastos conquers enemies in battle, Cedric charms any that are left standing, and Perceval sells their loot.
Ever since she awoke from her dream, this young Sylvari hoped for a life full of love. She knew what she wanted her name to be, an amalgamation of things that the people of Tyria loved. Two of those things were Chicken, and Cookies. And hence, her name was chosen.
Chicken Cookie has always been fascinated with life, and always hoped to create life of her own one day. She started with her garden, and though her flowers were beautiful, she couldn’t hold a real conversation with them… all they ever did was gossip about each other… and Chicken Cookie didn’t want any part of that!
Since Sylvari are incapable of giving birth, she decided on creating life with another method. Creating life, through death. So began her studies in Necromancy.
She still can’t hold much of a conversation with her minions, but at least they don’t gossip about each other. Which is a step in the right direction anyway. Now if only she can get them to stop talking about brains.
The Cockatrice is essentially a two-legged dragon with the head of a Rooster’s. It has become synonymous with the Basilisk, and though they are remarkably alike, Basilisks are typically portrayed without wings. A Cockatrice was said to be birthed by a cock’s (male chicken) egg that had been incubated by a toad or snake. Cockatrices, like the Basilisk, could kill by simply looking at its victims, and alternatively by touching or breathing on them. It is oddly noted that the only animal immune to the death stare of the Cockatrice is the weasel. Even weirder still, the Cockatrice could die by hearing the crow of a rooster and according to legend, having the beast look at itself in a mirror would surely kill it. Cockatrices were also ‘comparatively rare’ in heraldry, but appeared in coats nonetheless.