Dee Emmecks
Established
Roleplay posts: 36
Age: 38
Physical Description: Darkskinned, shaved head, black moustache and a short beard on his chin. He has a tear tattooed near his left eye.
Clothes and Equipment: His signature outfit is a long black jacket with no shirt underneath. He wears a spiked dog collar around his neck with a metal tag brandishing the letter "D".
He wears burlap trousers and black leather boots.
Registered: Jan 26, 2016 21:02:27 GMT -8
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Post by Dee Emmecks on Apr 19, 2016 14:32:32 GMT -8
Dee Emmecks enters the room to speak to his master. "Jarkoopi, I've returned from my mission."
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Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui
Dedicated
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 Apr 19, 2016 16:13:24 GMT -8
Dee Emmecks enters the room to speak to his master. "Jarkoopi, I've returned from my mission." "Hmm, I can see that. I hope you completed your mission, whether you killed him or not I do not care, as long as he knows not to even dare attack us again."If Dee Emmecks had completed his mission he'd smirk noticeably, knowing his enemies had paid. "If you are prepared, I have multiple targets available. However, do not feel obliged to accept right now, as I know you have just finished my other task and will most likely need to rest or lay low for the moment. Whoever you do not choose I will probably have a mercenary assassin follow after that target."The dragon had such easy and also harder targets available to pick from, of course, when Dee Emmecks was ready to choose.
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Dee Emmecks
Established
Roleplay posts: 36
Age: 38
Physical Description: Darkskinned, shaved head, black moustache and a short beard on his chin. He has a tear tattooed near his left eye.
Clothes and Equipment: His signature outfit is a long black jacket with no shirt underneath. He wears a spiked dog collar around his neck with a metal tag brandishing the letter "D".
He wears burlap trousers and black leather boots.
Registered: Jan 26, 2016 21:02:27 GMT -8
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Post by Dee Emmecks on Apr 19, 2016 16:33:44 GMT -8
"Yes, his entire estate crumbled, I doubt he survived. I got in a rough fight with someone in the mansion, he matched my power and the battle caused the mansion to be destroyed." Dee gave his report. "I will need to recover from my injuries, but I'm ready to hear who you wish me to go after next."
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Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui
Dedicated
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 Apr 20, 2016 5:55:29 GMT -8
"Yes, his entire estate crumbled, I doubt he survived. I got in a rough fight with someone in the mansion, he matched my power and the battle caused the mansion to be destroyed." Dee gave his report. "I will need to recover from my injuries, but I'm ready to hear who you wish me to go after next." "Very well," the dragon handed him a scroll of paper containing the list of targets, "I look forward to your future success. Perhaps I shall even give you your own holdings soon." Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui was eager as to see who Dee Emmecks would choose. ((I'll send a PM soon.))
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Dee Emmecks
Established
Roleplay posts: 36
Age: 38
Physical Description: Darkskinned, shaved head, black moustache and a short beard on his chin. He has a tear tattooed near his left eye.
Clothes and Equipment: His signature outfit is a long black jacket with no shirt underneath. He wears a spiked dog collar around his neck with a metal tag brandishing the letter "D".
He wears burlap trousers and black leather boots.
Registered: Jan 26, 2016 21:02:27 GMT -8
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Post by Dee Emmecks on Apr 21, 2016 12:59:44 GMT -8
Dee nods, "I'll go after the scouts and bring them back for questioning. I'll try to keep atleast one of them alive."
With that Dee made his exit. He'd first visit any sort of physician or healer then head for the eastern border.
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Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui
Dedicated
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 Apr 25, 2016 8:52:48 GMT -8
"Damn taxpayers and the like..." One guard says as he is slowly drowned out by the hammer pounding in the tower's address sign.
It read: 228, Dragon Spire
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The Taxman
Established
Roleplay posts: 16
Age: Unknown.
Registered: Apr 25, 2016 18:58:29 GMT -8
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Post by The Taxman on Apr 25, 2016 19:11:32 GMT -8
The Taxman began his rounds. A quiet, hovering sort of presence, he was sparse of words and would accept a few different things.
Everyone had to present to him some form of documentation if the occupants of the home had changed since his last rounds. All persons supported by any one address had to be accounted for.
Everyone also had to pay taxes. Coin could be paid in person or by chest, or a bank note could be left instead, providing access to deduct taxes from a bank account.
There was a knock on the door.
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Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui
Dedicated
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 Apr 26, 2016 9:10:26 GMT -8
Everyone had to present to him some form of documentation if the occupants of the home had changed since his last rounds. All persons supported by any one address had to be accounted for. Everyone also had to pay taxes. Coin could be paid in person or by chest, or a bank note could be left instead, providing access to deduct taxes from a bank account. There was a knock on the door. One of the hold's guards answered the door. "Oi. Wh-" He glanced a moment at the man. "Ah I see. I'll be back shortly." The door closed and the rustling of the man was heard inside. Soon enough the door open again, this time he had paperwork and a pouch of gold. "Here we go," he handed him the stuff. "As far as residents go, this accounts for Lord Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui but also for Dee Emmecks and Keizhi ."
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max
Committed
Roleplay posts: 71
Registered: Jul 25, 2015 13:03:02 GMT -8
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Post by max on Aug 4, 2016 21:14:05 GMT -8
''Must be one helluva of a pompous dragon''. Max chuckled, making his way towards the home of Jarkoopi, Stormfyre. Two towers of utmost extravagance were erected in his name; novel architecture used to support its lord.
The journey from The Free City to Goraia was not easy, but ultimately he was convinced it would be worth it. ''Alright, I was told by that merchant to go to the...speech tower, for an audience'' Max sighed for a second as he contemplated which tower the man meant, until he had an epiphany.
Screw it he thought, I like my meetings face to face. He chose the taller of the towers, entering the draconic construct with relative ease, although faced with a relatively claustrophobic environment, he's had worse.
And then he reached the very top, the dragon's nest.
Infront of him stood the blue scaled terror of Goraia. Max instinctively reached for his sword, although he would have done that anyways.
''I hear you like shiny trinkets'' he called out to the giant lizard.
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Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui
Dedicated
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 16, 2016 18:27:27 GMT -8
''Must be one helluva of a pompous dragon''. Max chuckled, making his way towards the home of Jarkoopi, Stormfyre. Two towers of utmost extravagance were erected in his name; novel architecture used to support its lord. The journey from The Free City to Goraia was not easy, but ultimately he was convinced it would be worth it. ''Alright, I was told by that merchant to go to the...speech tower, for an audience'' Max sighed for a second as he contemplated which tower the man meant, until he had an epiphany. Screw it he thought, I like my meetings face to face.He chose the taller of the towers, entering the draconic construct with relative ease, although faced with a relatively claustrophobic environment, he's had worse. And then he reached the very top, the dragon's nest. Infront of him stood the blue scaled terror of Goraia. Max instinctively reached for his sword, although he would have done that anyways. ''I hear you like shiny trinkets'' he called out to the giant lizard. The dragon was indeed there, he was sitting at his scrying orb gazing into the unknown with it. Without looking away he spoke. "Tell me, do you think it is better to live life as a brave fool, or a wise coward? You seem to be much like the first."max mentioned "shiny trinkets" and luckily for him Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui generally was intrested in such objects. But the couldn't be any old plain trinkets, magical would be the selling point. "You hear correctly. Now, tell me something useful or otherwise I'll have to remove you from this tower, the quick way."
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max
Committed
Roleplay posts: 71
Registered: Jul 25, 2015 13:03:02 GMT -8
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Post by max on Aug 17, 2016 4:20:39 GMT -8
''Is the stick up your ass a draconic trait or is it just you?'' Max stiffened, anticipating a potential attack from the beast. The danger of the situation was not lost, but nonetheless he could not help himself.
He went for his sword, but for different reasons. ''Mythril make. Was given to me on a job.'' He drew the sword out of its scabbard, the unparalleled steel glistening inside the tower. Runic glyphs ran along its length, its hilt reinforced with high quality drakeleather.
''See my scaley friend, i'm new to these parts...'' he said, waving the sword around for a bit. ''So i'm going to put my trust in your sense of honor. Give me enough gold to buy a tavern, equip a mercenary outfit and bribe half a cities' political infrastructure, and we've got a deal.''
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Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui
Dedicated
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 17, 2016 6:19:52 GMT -8
''Is the stick up your ass a draconic trait or is it just you?'' Max stiffened, anticipating a potential attack from the beast. The danger of the situation was not lost, but nonetheless he could not help himself. He went for his sword, but for different reasons. ''Mythril make. Was given to me on a job.'' He drew the sword out of its scabbard, the unparalleled steel glistening inside the tower. Runic glyphs ran along its length, its hilt reinforced with high quality drakeleather. ''See my scaley friend, i'm new to these parts...'' he said, waving the sword around for a bit. ''So i'm going to put my trust in your sense of honor. Give me enough gold to buy a tavern, equip a mercenary outfit and bribe half a cities' political infrastructure, and we've got a deal.'' Instinctively Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui's neck and head moved to face max. The dragon was very tempted to lash out directly at max, grabbing him up in his jaws and splitting him in three with his teeth. max was very lucky the dragon was in a good mood. Before he could act upon his temptations, the art and gleam of the longsword caught his eye. The blade didn't appear to be well used, which meant one of two things, the blade was ineffective, cheap or due to some magical property, max was bound or cursed so that he couldn't wield it. "Show me it." He held out one of his massive claws for max to place it in. He'd hold up the weapon, feeling it's sharpness and sensing the magic enchanted within. "While this sword definitely holds up to the price you ask, I have one question. Which city are you trying to buy out?" Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui didn't care much for the other towns, he simply wanted to know why, and which city, as the larger ones would cost much, much more.
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max
Committed
Roleplay posts: 71
Registered: Jul 25, 2015 13:03:02 GMT -8
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Post by max on Aug 21, 2016 7:31:54 GMT -8
Max mauled over the dragon's offer. He could name any place, any where and he'd have enough shiny coins in his pocket to comfortably buy that city.
''Hmm...'' he mauled over the possibilities in his head, until he came to what he perceives as the perfect arrangement. ''What's the biggest city in the world? give me enough to buy out that one''
Effectively leaving countless doors open with his request, Max awaited the dragon's response.
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Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui
Dedicated
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 24, 2016 10:07:30 GMT -8
Max mauled over the dragon's offer. He could name any place, any where and he'd have enough shiny coins in his pocket to comfortably buy that city. ''Hmm...'' he mauled over the possibilities in his head, until he came to what he perceives as the perfect arrangement. ''What's the biggest city in the world? give me enough to buy out that one'' Effectively leaving countless doors open with his request, Max awaited the dragon's response. "HA, while this sword is of great quality, it's price is nowhere near the cost of Stonevale or Isra! I will pay you a well price, and I promise you that the price is decent enough for at least a small town."This man certainly hadn't been to Stonevale or Isra yet, he didn't know how massive they were.
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max
Committed
Roleplay posts: 71
Registered: Jul 25, 2015 13:03:02 GMT -8
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Post by max on Aug 30, 2016 8:21:55 GMT -8
''Hmm...'' it was a shot in the dark, one that missed the mark. ''For a dragon your pile of gold sure seems kind of tiny'' Max was walking on thin ice. This has proven more trouble than it's worth.
''No offense but, I think we both have very different ideas of how to conduct business'' Max stretched out his hand. He was dwarfed by the creature on every level. ''The sword, please. No harm no foul; i'll just walk out of that door and you'll never see me again.'' ''...Unless you have a job for me''
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Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui
Dedicated
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 Sept 9, 2016 5:05:37 GMT -8
''Hmm...'' it was a shot in the dark, one that missed the mark. ''For a dragon your pile of gold sure seems kind of tiny'' Max was walking on thin ice. This has proven more trouble than it's worth. ''No offense but, I think we both have very different ideas of how to conduct business'' Max stretched out his hand. He was dwarfed by the creature on every level. ''The sword, please. No harm no foul; i'll just walk out of that door and you'll never see me again.'' ''...Unless you have a job for me...'' For a moment Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui was a little disappointed, but then he had an idea and the blue dragon smiled partially. "How about this, I shall give you enough money to establish a home or base in Lumbek along with plenty of leftover money for whatever you choose to do with, only if you sell me the sword and perhaps work for a short time as an mercenary under my name. If you do this I will make sure that you get whatever you want within Lumbek. Also, the sword, does it have a name?"
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max
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Roleplay posts: 71
Registered: Jul 25, 2015 13:03:02 GMT -8
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Post by max on Sept 12, 2016 20:44:53 GMT -8
The merc's ears perked at the sound of work, the machinations within his head already conjuring that all too familiar clink of gold in his hands. He stepped forward once more. ''Alright, what do you have in mind?''
Max hasn't considered a name for the sword, as he's barely got the chance to use it. ''Bandit slayer'' isn't exactly fitting of such a high quality blade. ''I haven't named the sword, not yet anyways.'' He was going somewhere with this.
''See, a merc without a sword is like a bar without ale. So unless you have a spare sword around to lend, I suggest you let me keep the blade until i'm done with the job and then we can continue our monetary transaction. You can keep your gold until the job's finished.''
''Deal?''
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Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui
Dedicated
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 Sept 15, 2016 7:05:43 GMT -8
The merc's ears perked at the sound of work, the machinations within his head already conjuring that all too familiar clink of gold in his hands. He stepped forward once more. ''Alright, what do you have in mind?'' Max hasn't considered a name for the sword, as he's barely got the chance to use it. ''Bandit slayer'' isn't exactly fitting of such a high quality blade. ''I haven't named the sword, not yet anyways.'' He was going somewhere with this. ''See, a merc without a sword is like a bar without ale. So unless you have a spare sword around to lend, I suggest you let me keep the blade until i'm done with the job and then we can continue our monetary transaction. You can keep your gold until the job's finished.'' ''Deal?'' Good, now Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui had the seasoned mercenary's attention. "I am in need of mercenaries, incase of a likely upcoming war. It's simple, you serve with the Goraian army, but I will allow you to act independently with whatever troops you have, I trust that you will have your own strategies for use with your men." He understood that max would need his sword, he pointed the hilt towards Max and handed it to him. ( Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui need not worry cutting himself, his heavy scales protected his claw.) Once he took the sword, Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui called a guard to the top, in his hand was a burlap sack, about the size of max 's head, but it was filled with gold. It was handed to Max. "Deal. Consider this as some, 'motivation' for you to prepare yourself."
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Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui
Dedicated
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 Oct 3, 2016 8:19:34 GMT -8
Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui's scrying orb provided him with very, useful information. He deemed he had plenty of intelligence on most of the known world. Of course, there was always something new to find, but he had the necessities, not only for Goraia, but his own motives. It was time to catch up with certain people.
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