Goraia
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Registered: Mar 3, 2015 12:43:36 GMT -8
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Post by Goraia on Feb 24, 2016 19:57:28 GMT -8
A short distance from the city itself, the bay of Sakand was a wide open space of water that jutted inland, ringed in green by a small wall of tropical trees. Where the land started going arid and became cliffs, the city of Sakand could be seen overlooking the bay. It was here that several Goraian ships landed. Over time, troops would begin to unload.
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The Lavorin
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Roleplay posts: 15
Age: ?
Physical Description: The Lavorin is a great black and red dragon, at approximately twenty meters tall, fire commonly erupting from its blackened snout. Its eyes glowed red, its scales like onyx plates with sharp edges.
Registered: Mar 2, 2016 9:49:44 GMT -8
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Post by The Lavorin on May 24, 2016 8:44:53 GMT -8
Soon, the remnants of what would be a deafening roar could be heard on the warm sea breeze and the tumbling waves, were the blackened beast not so far from the scene. At a distance it remained, slowly circling the congregation over the course of a few hours, before favoring some of the rocky cliffs and spires in the city's background. While much of the terrain leading to and surrounding Sakand was rugged and impassable, the dragon soon found itself entranced...
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The Keata Tribe
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Registered: Aug 21, 2016 22:40:45 GMT -8
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Post by The Keata Tribe on Aug 22, 2016 23:10:11 GMT -8
They arrived from the horizon, unless stopped, trekking along the desert beach. Three women and one man, all of whom had cat ears and tails, approached the horizon of the Sakandian skyline. Choosing not to venture too close to any people or rouse the rumored dragon, they kept behind boulders, scouting what they could see before returning from where they came from.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2016 16:57:28 GMT -8
The noble owing allegiance to Goraia was in town himself, his wife saying the sea air was good for him. Of course he disagreed, it was like saying a forest, or carpet, or anything suddenly made the air better. Nonsense! In his room hiding from the woman's spies, he received a very distressing message by raven. Someone had threatened the territorial integrity of Goraia, something that was oh so annoying. He'd muster some Guards by typical means; shouting very very loudly. The men and their toff clothing marched off to where the tribals were. A straight ten were walking, their swords hidden and nature unrevealed, but they all had bucklers with them for general defence. Romajn jogged at the front, bringing naught but his leather armour and rapier with him. The Guards knew something was up, and would follow intently, well drilled to not give up and chase the intruders to the very end, or possibly trail them to their home to raze it. 'You there, ahoy!' he'd shout to the general direction of the tribals. They better respond or some more serious business would occur.
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The Keata Tribe
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Registered: Aug 21, 2016 22:40:45 GMT -8
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Post by The Keata Tribe on Aug 23, 2016 17:13:49 GMT -8
They would already be walking away by the time the Goraians arrived. Luckily still visible, but nearly on the horizon, they would have to pursue for hours through desert before reaching the rocky cliffs and mesas of the northeast. While the Sorala desert encompassed all of these lands, it was largely untraveled, unsettled, and uncharted in detail. Past the sphere of civilization that was Sakand, who's land was whos became a difficult question. The unfortunate thing about deserts is all the sand. On non-windy days, visibility was excellent, as was the preservation of tracks.
That is, until the land became more mountainous and craggy... their tracks would stop at a pass, where the sand dunes stopped and the northern mountains began.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2016 17:40:38 GMT -8
Romajn scratched his beard. It was a beatiful beard, he noted. He finally made up his mind. He ordered five of the Guards, along with him to spread out and search for clues, while the remaining five could run back and get horses. For now the haughty noble and the underlings looked around for dropped articles, hair, anything. They would give it to the noble who had the most clean pockets to keep evidence in. The Guards would be back soon as well, for they had wonderful stamina, some organizing 48 hour poker games in the absence of rebuke.
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The Keata Tribe
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Post by The Keata Tribe on Aug 23, 2016 17:49:38 GMT -8
They were excellent at maintaining a low profile. No evidence would exist here as to where they could have gone, at least in the form of material things... but the towering southern face of the mountains, which amounted to sheer cliffs in some areas, offered one option-- a pass, which cut through the inhospitable rocky wall and led into the mountains beyond. So far, it appeared navigable enough for horses, though by the time the troops would return with them, the day would be moving well out of the afternoon and into the evening...
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2016 17:58:41 GMT -8
The man scratched his wondrous beard once again. His skull-mask would definitely be an advantage that nobody would expect, which was enough. Guards always had torches on them, so he feared no night, but they would only be lit once it was certain that one could not see something without one. Otherwise they would be much bigger targets than previously thought. The man adjusted his poofy hat, regretting not wearing the metal under-helm of it. It was still more than a hat though, a sign he was superior to whoever the barbarian intruders were. He considered prying a shield off of a Guard but realized that would make them have a burning hate for him. Instead, waving his rapier a few times, he shouted "Huzzah!" before riding with the Guards into the pass. They would ride spaced out, so that they could easily turn around should there be enemies and avoid fatal chaos.
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The Keata Tribe
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Registered: Aug 21, 2016 22:40:45 GMT -8
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Post by The Keata Tribe on Aug 23, 2016 18:08:21 GMT -8
So far, there weren't any. It seems the tribals may have escaped after all... into the arid mountains. The moon and stars shone brightly and unimpeded, illuminating enough of the ground for them to continue along the contours of the earth. The hike would be nothing short of exhausting at the end of a day, a mostly consistent uphill incline challenging them for miles before the rocky ridges began to descend back into valleys of forestry. <This is where most maps of Sakand seem to end... thefantasysandbox.boards.net/thread/1994/arid-mountain-pass >
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2016 18:21:32 GMT -8
The noble would ride back to the Bay, as haughty as ever. He would ride with Sisi in his horse, a spoil of war. He hoped by now she would be awake to take in all the civilization, to see the majesty of a real society. He would check to see if all his Guards were with him, Wedge among them.
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Sisi
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Registered: Aug 27, 2016 21:30:11 GMT -8
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Post by Sisi on Aug 28, 2016 18:26:46 GMT -8
The catgirl was actually losing consciousness by the hour, and by the time they had reached Sakand she was in a near-passed-out daze. It was astonishing that she'd managed to stay aware for this long. Each step of the horse put her in excruciating pain, as the crossbow quarrel was still stuck beneath her shoulder. Her tears had, over time, slicked the horse's fur by where her head lay...
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Wedge
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Roleplay posts: 46
Age: 35
Clothes and Equipment: Plate armor, including helm.
Registered: Feb 26, 2016 0:37:23 GMT -8
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Post by Wedge on Aug 28, 2016 18:57:34 GMT -8
Wedge rides along.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2016 19:14:28 GMT -8
The noble dismounted and ran to his quarters when the time came. He would quickly dress into his ornate plate armour, bring a few more swords and his repeater crossbow, and would generally clean himself up. After a few minutes the toff looking man would emerge, with barding for his horse, and put it on to the beast. He would once again whistle for his messenger crow. After a few moments he would let it fly so as to call for Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui to make use of his skills. The girl needed to be interrogated, and was most likely too unstable to be taken far off. The interrogator would have to come, rather than the party come to the interrogator.
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Sisi
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Registered: Aug 27, 2016 21:30:11 GMT -8
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Post by Sisi on Aug 28, 2016 20:22:50 GMT -8
Now that they had stopped, she regained some consciousness, though all it did was bring more pain. The cat-girl began to cry again, sobbing audibly.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2016 21:19:28 GMT -8
"Oh bloody hell I never cried when I lost half my left toes in fencing!" He said, as he uncorked a bottle of cognac. He would let the girl sniff the stuff, and hope she would drink some. He would drink a gulp himself and pat his chest a little before putting it right up to her mouth to drink. Hopefully she would finally calm down. Besides, with the new plan he was cooking up, a change of attitude was a good idea.
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Sisi
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Registered: Aug 27, 2016 21:30:11 GMT -8
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Post by Sisi on Aug 28, 2016 21:33:28 GMT -8
One sniff was enough. It was a pungent, familiar smell. It was hard to tell whether she wanted to drink it or not, but as it was put to her mouth, as though on feeble mechanical impulse, she took in a couple chugs. "Ngghhhh!!" The cat-girl coughed suddenly, spitting some out and curling into the fetal position, intense pain wracking her body from the wound, and the quarrel still embedded within it, making each motion of her right arm and chest excruciating.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2016 22:42:13 GMT -8
It was good, if cheap booze. He regretted to see it wasted, but he could do nothing. He was not a Doctor, and felt a Doctor could mess things up. Crying and struggling would also stop any sort of clotting. Language may have been a barrier for the mask, it may not have. He was too tired to try properly again, so he merely invoked it's power and said "Shhhhh." knowing that to be the universal sound for 'be quiet.' He hoped that their language was not different enough for even that to be unrecognisable.
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Sisi
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Registered: Aug 27, 2016 21:30:11 GMT -8
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Post by Sisi on Aug 28, 2016 22:48:03 GMT -8
Wiggling in pain and whimpering, she then falls silent. Whether its the sound or the power of the mask could not be fully determined, but she eventually seems to fall into a sort of trance, her teeth clenched and her wet, teary eyes looking up upon him with what seemed like a subtle expression of begging... one last, final plea for mercy before she let her consciousness waver...
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Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui
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The mountaintop guardian shadows his lands...
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 1023 Years
Physical Description: Size (At standing pose): Height: 39 feet at the shoulder, Length: 104 feet
Eye color: Yellowish-White
Scale color: Light Blue, reflects a dull White in direct light
Dragon Species: European Dragon
Dragon Type: Chromatic
Dragon Color: Blue
http://i.imgur.com/Ba7kzgX.jpg
As a storm dragon, his hide and flesh can generate an electric charge passively when threatened, much like an eel, and can naturally and instantly release it upon being touched by a foreign organism or object.
As a human he takes the appearance of a man in the age range of forties to fifties, averagely built besides being a few inches taller than the average Joe and dressed in clean leather armor and worn blue cloths.
Clothes and Equipment: Two small leather pouches tucked under wings
He owns his father's ancestral unique magical scale mail. It is enchanted to break on impact and the shards return his body and reform into a different piece of armor until it is struck, then it repeats the steps.
A set of personal shoulder pads forged by Brock the forge master. It focuses the passive electricity in his hide into a beam of magic energy which blasts away targets.
Weaponry: Claws, Breath Attack (Lightning), and Bite
Treasure Hoarding: Minimal, mainly gems sometimes gold.
While as a human, he wields a magical long-sword, not much is known about his weapon, as he rarely uses it.
Allegiances: Isra (Loosely)
Player's online availability : US Central Time, Weekends: 8 AM to 11 PM, Weekdays: 6 AM to 9 PM
Registered: Mar 24, 2015 12:41:54 GMT -8
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Post by Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui on Aug 29, 2016 6:08:53 GMT -8
Down from the heavens Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui descended from the skies again, wings full on the desert air. His landing stirred some sand into the air as he set down behind the men. "Remove the arrow so I can heal her." He commanded @wedge. "I cannot question her if she is dead."He wasn't suprised if she would be terrified of him, in less than a minute, he incinerated multiple acres of land and her comrades.
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Wedge
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Roleplay posts: 46
Age: 35
Clothes and Equipment: Plate armor, including helm.
Registered: Feb 26, 2016 0:37:23 GMT -8
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Post by Wedge on Aug 29, 2016 8:23:43 GMT -8
Fortunately the quarrel tip was not particularly nasty. A pull and the bolt will come out with minimal damage to her insides. It took some force, however, and some flesh would be torn upon its exit. There was no way to do it without causing a lot of pain. But should she cooperate, and in her state it seemed likely, he'd have his hands thoroughly bloodied with the quarrel in his right hand, the newly opened wound on his victim starting to gush again.
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