The Lavorin
Established
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 Mar 3, 2016 22:44:59 GMT -8
Racing over the walls and blasting defenders with a gust of air was the Lavorin, it's tremendous bat-like wings carrying it in up in a swift climb through the airspace of the city, drawing a shadow that was sure to spread terror among the citizens. The crimson glow of its humongous reptilian eyes were clearly discernible, and as the great beast descended again, they met unblinkingly at Kazekaza for a brief second. A sickening feel would overcome defenders who were not stout of heart, a dreadful exhaustion that sapped the life from limbs and made the air feel colder... energy still pulled towards its now strained draw on power, coalescing with its twisted spirit as it writhed in midair and went towards the river, flying above the water and soaring between the two shores of the city as though a sort of channel, its gargantuan spaded tail dipping in a motion that'd take out an entire bridge in one swipe. A roar so horrid it threatened to shatter windows, sending a vibration rattling through the air, could be heard as it dashed upwards again and prepared for another pass.
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Destrin Ray
Committed
Roleplay posts: 75
Age: 26
Physical Description: Thick dirty-blonde locks, blue eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Side-sword.
Player's online availability : Mostly evenings/nights.
Registered: Dec 27, 2014 1:36:40 GMT -8
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Post by Destrin Ray on Mar 3, 2016 23:01:33 GMT -8
Keizhi keeps up with Destrin, even though she didn't even know his name yet. He seemed to be fumbling for some sort of switch. She began to help him. She could hear the sounds of strife in distant streets, growing ever nearer.
"What are we looking for? Please tell me where we're going.."
She repeated her question, though mainly absent-mindedly in the fright of the moment. "We're taking... we're taking...' He found the switch. A passage opened up behind a bookcase. "Secret passage," he said, strained through his labored breath as his adrenaline peaked with the sudden darkening of the windows. A horrifying roar filled his soul with dread as he looked out the window.. and saw the most terrifying beast had descended on the town that quickly became known as the heart of the uprising. Destrin descended down a deep flight of stairs, which led to a cellar that actually turned into a maze of subterranean hallways.
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Lamina Manira
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 504
Age: 14
Physical Description: Complexion: Fair.
Build: Petite
Eyes: Emerald green.
Hair: Dark brown, just past shoulder length, choppy with a small sidelong left tie of hair, similar to ponytail or topknot, tied from the left side of her head.
Distinguishable markings: Horizontal scar, left shoulder.
Clothes and Equipment: - Knee-length, sleeveless black dress of a slightly thick, padded fabric.
- Black leggings for lightweight and modest cover.
- Leather belts around waist and chest for tying clothing and hoisting weaponry.
- Black leather boots that guard just past the ankles and protected at the toe by exterior metallic steel plating.
- Varied colored bangles of metal, 3 on the right forearm and 4 on the left.
- Long red ribbon tied around left elbow to hang freely. Has sentimental value.
- Thread of assorted beads that tie hair. Has sentimental value.
- Red feather worn with tied hair. Has sentimental value.
- Sometimes a mortuary sword, sheathed at her left hip.
Player's online availability : Usually evenings.
Registered: Apr 30, 2015 7:48:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lamina Manira on Mar 3, 2016 23:11:10 GMT -8
Kazekaza continues charging, expecting Lamina to be doing the same. He goes up to her. "Alright! Draw your blades, you have work to do! But focus! You're not there yet. Keep drawing on your power... yeeeessss... that's it... uwa ha ha ha! Now, follow that man into the city depths and then go raise hell! Find and kill them all!" He pointed at Wedge in an exaggerated manner, his rapier quivering in his outstretched right arm. Lamina's right hand grasps for the hilt of her mortuary sword, drawing it in a wide arc before her body. Her left hand reaches for the hooksword, which she pulled from its mooring to let hang at her side. Both weapons drawn, her form continues to build up energy, and she turned to face Wedge with an obedient gaze.
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Post by The Council of Medan on Mar 3, 2016 23:38:43 GMT -8
The assault broke off. After the initial shock, whistles could be heard among the yells and screams of dying men. They had been trained to take this cue as to run back, as though in a relay. Reinforcements took their place, in calculated streams from staggered alleys, some which provided retreats and the others avenues for attack, providing a constant stream of fresh fighters who engaged briefly before falling back, maintaining the pressure on their flanks before the chaos of battle disrupted their plans and all melted together into a magnificent fray that hopefully saw more even odds (har har). Archers fired into the middle, which comprised of the Goraian troops.
"MOVE! CLOSE IN, MOVE!" Orders had been given to the wall of spears that awaited the Goraian vanguard, which hopefully would be engaged in place now as the assault grew thicker. With defining battle lines, the spearmen would then take over, closing in on the heat of battle to take charge with their experience and skill.
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Morgana Greyspear
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 26
Physical Description: A tall and stalwart woman standing at just under six feet tall, Morgana Greyspear is a daughter of the Greyspear noble family, one that was all but exterminated in the Goraian takeover. She has long, dark brown hair and pale blue eyes, a strong face, and full lips almost always turned down into a determined grimace. Her body is tight and muscular, speaking to years of training. Perhaps most notable about Morgana is the ritual scarring of her face, an ancient tradition all but dead in the modern world but still carried out by the fallen House Greyspear. The crisscrossing scars are meant to pay homage to the God of the Hunt, a sacrifice of blood in return for bountiful yields within the family's woods.
Clothes and Equipment: ============
Morgana, as well as the five shield-siblings from whom she is inseperable, is nearly always dressed in a suit of steel laminar, or banded maille, the armour resonating with antimagic energy along with a Helenic helm, the open face sacrificing protection for visibility. Upon her back she wears a long billowing cape meant to hide her figure in battle, the crossed spears of House Greyspear emblazoned across the back. She carries a long leaf-bladed spear with a localised antimagic field about it, and a large round steel shield, also enchanted with antimagic wards. As a sidearm, she has a versatile and light steel shortsword. It, too, is surrounded by an antimagic field.
Outside of battle she dresses simply and utilitarian, wearing linen or leather and a pair of tough rawhide boots.
Registered: Mar 3, 2016 17:33:01 GMT -8
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Post by Morgana Greyspear on Mar 3, 2016 23:55:49 GMT -8
The fireballs cast by the magi shatter harmlessly upon the antimagic barrier created by the Greyspear warriors' shield wall, causing a temporary blindness at worst. In fact, they're more likely to hit their own men as a shower of uncontrolled magical flame sprays off the barrier.
Morgana gestures for her men to follow her in the ever so slow advance of the shield wall. It is no great charge, but it prevents any great casualties, those spears pointing out from behind a wall of wood and steel. Soon the attackers will be boxed in, unable to flee back the way they came, even if they wanted to, until they break the defenders' ranks. "Come, whoresons!" Morgana's voice rings out over the chaos, taunting the Goraians, "Let me send you to whatever underworld you crawled out of!"
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Keizhi
Established
Roleplay posts: 43
Age: 19
Physical Description: Blue eyes, long purple hair, and an average sized body.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears a wide assortment of enchanted dresses, though often seen in plain black or frilly whites.
Registered: Feb 27, 2016 22:51:27 GMT -8
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Post by Keizhi on Mar 3, 2016 23:56:36 GMT -8
"We're taking... we're taking...' He found the switch. A passage opened up behind a bookcase. "Secret passage," he said, strained through his labored breath as his adrenaline peaked with the sudden darkening of the windows. A horrifying roar filled his soul with dread as he looked out the window.. and saw the most terrifying beast had descended on the town that quickly became known as the heart of the uprising. Destrin descended down a deep flight of stairs, which led to a cellar that actually turned into a maze of subterranean hallways. Hurriedly she followed him down the stairs, her hand clutching the bulk of her dress to keep it off her boots as she raced down underground with him, her breathing labored from the sheer terror of the thing that passed outside their window and nearly blew their eardrums out. "Oh god... oh god... this is bad, really really bad..."
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Freyja, Lady of the Moon
Established
Roleplay posts: 39
Age: 1839
Physical Description: When she's in her true form, Freyja is a huge white dragon, her scales shimmering in the moonlight. Her body is sleek and powerful, and some of her scales literally glow with a silvery blue light when exposed to moonlight, particularly a set of crescent-shaped markings under her eyes and along her underbelly. All in all, she's a beautiful dragoness. Her voice is light and ethereal, almost seeming to echo within one's mind.
Her human form is tall and elegant, with long, white, almost glowing hair and alabaster skin, as well as deep silver eyes with slit pupils that examine the world with an aura of calm and elegance. However, much of the time outside her dragon form, she's clad in a suit of draconic armour, four horns pointing up from a steel great helm to complete the effect. The armour is rather androgynous, so many think she is a male until she speaks.
Armour:
https://40.media.tumblr.com/651d23fa0877fe8efdcee993d54ceb13/tumblr_n0vgc6dUer1rdy3s5o1_500.jpg
Clothes and Equipment: ============
She possesses no equipment in her draconic state, but in human form she usually wears a suit of thick, yet impossibly light horned plate armour and wields a long, two-handed blade that glows as if forged from pure moonlight.
Registered: Feb 29, 2016 21:32:07 GMT -8
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Post by Freyja, Lady of the Moon on Mar 4, 2016 0:04:15 GMT -8
Freyja follows the other dragon down, moving quickly to intercept before he can do much damage. Her claws, bright white and glowing as if forged from moonlight itself, extend as she crashes into the other dragon, attempting to pin him to the ground and tear at his throat with those razor sharp teeth of hers.
As the life is sapped from the men below, a white light spreads over them, boosting their resolve and recovering their strength. This beast will not have it so easy.
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The Lavorin
Established
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 Mar 4, 2016 0:17:51 GMT -8
The beast is amazingly fast, but having hung around the city for a moment, twisting in the air and descending at the bridge, Freyja would find an angle to intercept it. The incredible creature writhed in the air, its jagged and shield-sized scales on its rigid back presenting themselves as it body-slammed itself into the other dragon mid-air, shielding itself against her attack. The result clash of titans led to a sickening audible thud and had it tumbling to the cityscape below. It missed its mark by mere feet, soaring instead over the bridge out of control and colliding with the bank of the river. The crash would send entire buildings and towers that overlooked the waterfront to collapse into a dusty mess of rubble.
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Goraia
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 316
Registered: Mar 3, 2015 12:43:36 GMT -8
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Post by Goraia on Mar 4, 2016 0:31:27 GMT -8
The Goraian vanguard consisted of the most hardened, stubborn, difficult to kill troops. They held their own against the onslaught, though by themselves they'd be sitting ducks waiting to be surrounded. Their own army's counter-offensive streamed into the streets of New Brimiarde, a concentration of them going at the very lines that had been established by the attacks on the first unit. The introduction of the elite Resistance spearmen was reciprocated by an increasingly dense Goraian reinforcement force arriving from the rear. Most prominent of the first responders was a unit of fifty spearmen to aid in maintaining the line. The vanguard would be close to breaking already without its reinforcements. Building by building, Goraian swordsmen fought their ways to the rooftops and tops of towers, carrying with them bows with which they could launch counter-strikes with against enemy snipers and ground troops. The mages filtered out throughout the city, engaging groups of the defenders with fireballs which also served to spread flame throughout yet untouched neighborhoods of the city, many of which consisted of thatched roofs and wooden housing. The attacks that had gone against the anti-magic wall fizzled out into nothing. The siege weaponry that had arrived on the wall's parameter began to fire heated shots over the walls, beginning a systematic shelling of the settlement that would spread large fires over time.
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Wedge
Established
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 Mar 4, 2016 0:34:40 GMT -8
Anti-magic. He knew from his briefings what a disappearing fireball meant. Lamina. The slave crown. Suddenly, he felt as though he had been bestowed a tremendous duty--the duty to keep Lamina Manira operational. The heat of the moment overcame his moral conflict over the girl, as suddenly when he found himself marching towards the urban hell before him, he knew this was becoming a matter of life and death. He led her down a side passage, close to the river, and a few more Goraian troops joined him. Following behind a long stream of attackers who filed into the city, he rose his sword in the air.
"With me!" He gestured for the other troops to follow. "Let's go, go, go!"
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Destrin Ray
Committed
Roleplay posts: 75
Age: 26
Physical Description: Thick dirty-blonde locks, blue eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Side-sword.
Player's online availability : Mostly evenings/nights.
Registered: Dec 27, 2014 1:36:40 GMT -8
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Post by Destrin Ray on Mar 4, 2016 0:40:44 GMT -8
"We're taking... we're taking...' He found the switch. A passage opened up behind a bookcase. "Secret passage," he said, strained through his labored breath as his adrenaline peaked with the sudden darkening of the windows. A horrifying roar filled his soul with dread as he looked out the window.. and saw the most terrifying beast had descended on the town that quickly became known as the heart of the uprising. Destrin descended down a deep flight of stairs, which led to a cellar that actually turned into a maze of subterranean hallways. Hurriedly she followed him down the stairs, her hand clutching the bulk of her dress to keep it off her boots as she raced down underground with him, her breathing labored from the sheer terror of the thing that passed outside their window and nearly blew their eardrums out. "Oh god... oh god... this is bad, really really bad..."A thunderous impact brought sand and dust raining down upon them from the ceiling. Bombardment could be heard in the distance mainly from thumps and vibrations in the walls, and the chains that held the rudimentary chandeliers of the various internodal rooms between passages creaked as they swayed to and fro. He kept running, checking every so often to make sure she was behind him. The exit was near, now... (Some theme music for our little arc, Keizhi?)
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Morgana Greyspear
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 26
Physical Description: A tall and stalwart woman standing at just under six feet tall, Morgana Greyspear is a daughter of the Greyspear noble family, one that was all but exterminated in the Goraian takeover. She has long, dark brown hair and pale blue eyes, a strong face, and full lips almost always turned down into a determined grimace. Her body is tight and muscular, speaking to years of training. Perhaps most notable about Morgana is the ritual scarring of her face, an ancient tradition all but dead in the modern world but still carried out by the fallen House Greyspear. The crisscrossing scars are meant to pay homage to the God of the Hunt, a sacrifice of blood in return for bountiful yields within the family's woods.
Clothes and Equipment: ============
Morgana, as well as the five shield-siblings from whom she is inseperable, is nearly always dressed in a suit of steel laminar, or banded maille, the armour resonating with antimagic energy along with a Helenic helm, the open face sacrificing protection for visibility. Upon her back she wears a long billowing cape meant to hide her figure in battle, the crossed spears of House Greyspear emblazoned across the back. She carries a long leaf-bladed spear with a localised antimagic field about it, and a large round steel shield, also enchanted with antimagic wards. As a sidearm, she has a versatile and light steel shortsword. It, too, is surrounded by an antimagic field.
Outside of battle she dresses simply and utilitarian, wearing linen or leather and a pair of tough rawhide boots.
Registered: Mar 3, 2016 17:33:01 GMT -8
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Post by Morgana Greyspear on Mar 4, 2016 0:44:04 GMT -8
Just as planned. That magic quarry of hers slips down a side street with some petty warrior, and Morgana gives a hungry grin. Morgana knows these streets like the back of her hand, and with the signs switched about, the men leading her prey will likely be caught wandering in circles, lost in unfamiliar territory unable to rely upon their maps. Perfect.
She cocks her head to the side, wordlessly indicating to her men that they should break formation. "We'll be back!" she calls out to Reynald, before her and her five shield-brothers break from the first rank, six spearmen converging to take their place. The woman leads the men down a narrow alleyway, and Morgana focuses on the unique magical aura the girl had put out, and fights toward that direction. Before long, she's close. Very close. Ten meters...five...any resistance is torn to shreds by the elite troops. The narrow alleys would be far too dangerous for the hoard of Goraians, and their small squadrons are poorly trained to deal with Morgana's shield brothers. They had played right into her hands.
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Post by The Council of Medan on Mar 4, 2016 0:51:33 GMT -8
The battle stalemated in the main street. The assault had managed to overcome the superiority of the Goraian troops and leveled the playing field. The result was bloodier than anyone could have imagined. Entire buildings crumbled to the plummit of the dragon, as well as the continued onslaught of the siege equipment that had begun a systematic bombardment of the city. Stalemating just as the sky rained hell was the worst shock for the New Brimiarde defenders, as fires had made many of their plans unoperational. Mere peasants had a hard time keeping together with screaming and fires all around, though local Resistance defectors and officers kept mustering the crowds. Defenders popped out of every alley, resulting in shifting battle lines all around the city. Man for man, they were outmatched, but they knew the city well and would surely launch a number of successful ambushes, each of which was capitalized on by the taking of new ground. Block by block the battle raged on, until movement throughout the city became difficult, determining friend and foe at times could be a challenge, and death and suffering hung in the air all around. Yet their spirits were firm--most fought until the end, and there seemed to be no end to the constant ambushes.
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Keizhi
Established
Roleplay posts: 43
Age: 19
Physical Description: Blue eyes, long purple hair, and an average sized body.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears a wide assortment of enchanted dresses, though often seen in plain black or frilly whites.
Registered: Feb 27, 2016 22:51:27 GMT -8
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Post by Keizhi on Mar 4, 2016 0:58:04 GMT -8
A thunderous impact brought sand and dust raining down upon them from the ceiling. Bombardment could be heard in the distance mainly from thumps and vibrations in the walls, and the chains that held the rudimentary chandeliers of the various internodal rooms between passages creaked as they swayed to and fro. He kept running, checking every so often to make sure she was behind him. The exit was near, now...
(very suiting. oh, the suspense!) "AH!" She screamed, ducked, and covered her ears when the crash brought rocks down from the ceiling, stirring dust making them very aware of how small, squishy, and mortal they were climbing through this passage beneath the kinds of ground-shattering forces that were at work above. Not being able to see what was going on made her feel very claustrophobic, and she was glad they were almost to the end... even if it meant facing more of the unknown.
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Kazekaza
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: ???
Registered: Feb 25, 2016 21:42:36 GMT -8
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Post by Kazekaza on Mar 4, 2016 1:04:55 GMT -8
Kazekaza was hot on Wedge's heels, keeping Lamina in plain view. He continued to charge his energies, his own aura growing an ever more present pink. His troops began moving up in force, pitting the strongest and densest forces against resistance along the river. The navy was soon to arrive, after all, and securing the river was a highly prioritized objective.
"UWA HA HA HA HA! BURN! BURN IT ALL!"
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Freyja, Lady of the Moon
Established
Roleplay posts: 39
Age: 1839
Physical Description: When she's in her true form, Freyja is a huge white dragon, her scales shimmering in the moonlight. Her body is sleek and powerful, and some of her scales literally glow with a silvery blue light when exposed to moonlight, particularly a set of crescent-shaped markings under her eyes and along her underbelly. All in all, she's a beautiful dragoness. Her voice is light and ethereal, almost seeming to echo within one's mind.
Her human form is tall and elegant, with long, white, almost glowing hair and alabaster skin, as well as deep silver eyes with slit pupils that examine the world with an aura of calm and elegance. However, much of the time outside her dragon form, she's clad in a suit of draconic armour, four horns pointing up from a steel great helm to complete the effect. The armour is rather androgynous, so many think she is a male until she speaks.
Armour:
https://40.media.tumblr.com/651d23fa0877fe8efdcee993d54ceb13/tumblr_n0vgc6dUer1rdy3s5o1_500.jpg
Clothes and Equipment: ============
She possesses no equipment in her draconic state, but in human form she usually wears a suit of thick, yet impossibly light horned plate armour and wields a long, two-handed blade that glows as if forged from pure moonlight.
Registered: Feb 29, 2016 21:32:07 GMT -8
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Post by Freyja, Lady of the Moon on Mar 4, 2016 1:07:35 GMT -8
Freyja snarls at the dragon, clutching its throat in her powerful claws and staring it down with those ancient silver orbs of hers. "Why are you helping these men?" she asks, this time in the draconic tongue. "They do nothing but damage the land and throw it out of balance. You, ancient, should know this better than some foolish mortal."
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The Lavorin
Established
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 Mar 4, 2016 1:12:36 GMT -8
It kept its hardened back to Freyja's grasp, her teeth like swords crashing upon an ancient wall of black shields. It twist and kicks, massive claws shooting for the white dragon in its defense as it utilized its tremendous musculature to keep her at bay just enough to take flight once again, should it find its opportunity. Energies kept rushing to it, a growing fury that still refused to negotiate.
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Goraia
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 316
Registered: Mar 3, 2015 12:43:36 GMT -8
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Post by Goraia on Mar 4, 2016 1:16:51 GMT -8
The Goraian troops carried on with the battle at hand, pummeling the city with siege equipment and shoring up troops in districts around the river. In those places at least, the defenders were sure to be overrun at least to a battle line that kept several blocks from the bank, from which two naval ships could be visible on the horizon...
The invasion, now, was fully under way.
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Morgana Greyspear
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 26
Physical Description: A tall and stalwart woman standing at just under six feet tall, Morgana Greyspear is a daughter of the Greyspear noble family, one that was all but exterminated in the Goraian takeover. She has long, dark brown hair and pale blue eyes, a strong face, and full lips almost always turned down into a determined grimace. Her body is tight and muscular, speaking to years of training. Perhaps most notable about Morgana is the ritual scarring of her face, an ancient tradition all but dead in the modern world but still carried out by the fallen House Greyspear. The crisscrossing scars are meant to pay homage to the God of the Hunt, a sacrifice of blood in return for bountiful yields within the family's woods.
Clothes and Equipment: ============
Morgana, as well as the five shield-siblings from whom she is inseperable, is nearly always dressed in a suit of steel laminar, or banded maille, the armour resonating with antimagic energy along with a Helenic helm, the open face sacrificing protection for visibility. Upon her back she wears a long billowing cape meant to hide her figure in battle, the crossed spears of House Greyspear emblazoned across the back. She carries a long leaf-bladed spear with a localised antimagic field about it, and a large round steel shield, also enchanted with antimagic wards. As a sidearm, she has a versatile and light steel shortsword. It, too, is surrounded by an antimagic field.
Outside of battle she dresses simply and utilitarian, wearing linen or leather and a pair of tough rawhide boots.
Registered: Mar 3, 2016 17:33:01 GMT -8
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Post by Morgana Greyspear on Mar 4, 2016 1:20:28 GMT -8
Morgana orders her troops to split off, and suddenly they pop out of an alley next to the contingent surrounding Lamina, creating an unbroken wall beside the group. A pulse of antimagic energy washes over the entirety of the spearhead, and all magical effects within the area are nullified for about half a minute. Kazekaza's connection to his mana will be severed quite abruptly, as will Lamina's. The slave crown, too, will deactivate.
Morgana grins widely. She has them just where she wants them. But then...is that...the hero of the Stonevale arena? Lamina Manira? Venerated in House Greyspear for her unerring determination and unwillingness to use the crutch of magic, Lamina is a prize too precious to let go. Why is she fighting for the enemy? Is that...mind affecting magic. The most disgisting and cowardly kind.
Morgana snarls and converges her men upon the group, shields moving toward them rapidly and pressing them back toward the river, spears goring anyone who is overtaken. The shield wall pulses with antimagic, daring any to attempt to cast a spell at it. Morgana's men are only slightly outnumbered, and they're far, far more elite. This won't take long.
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Freyja, Lady of the Moon
Established
Roleplay posts: 39
Age: 1839
Physical Description: When she's in her true form, Freyja is a huge white dragon, her scales shimmering in the moonlight. Her body is sleek and powerful, and some of her scales literally glow with a silvery blue light when exposed to moonlight, particularly a set of crescent-shaped markings under her eyes and along her underbelly. All in all, she's a beautiful dragoness. Her voice is light and ethereal, almost seeming to echo within one's mind.
Her human form is tall and elegant, with long, white, almost glowing hair and alabaster skin, as well as deep silver eyes with slit pupils that examine the world with an aura of calm and elegance. However, much of the time outside her dragon form, she's clad in a suit of draconic armour, four horns pointing up from a steel great helm to complete the effect. The armour is rather androgynous, so many think she is a male until she speaks.
Armour:
https://40.media.tumblr.com/651d23fa0877fe8efdcee993d54ceb13/tumblr_n0vgc6dUer1rdy3s5o1_500.jpg
Clothes and Equipment: ============
She possesses no equipment in her draconic state, but in human form she usually wears a suit of thick, yet impossibly light horned plate armour and wields a long, two-handed blade that glows as if forged from pure moonlight.
Registered: Feb 29, 2016 21:32:07 GMT -8
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Post by Freyja, Lady of the Moon on Mar 4, 2016 2:22:22 GMT -8
Freyja snarls louder and begins to attack more ferociously, ignoring her cooperative nature in favour of more aggressive diplomacy, those teeth of hers snapping at his scales, trying hard to dig through his defenses. Eventually, she figures out that it won't work, and she attempts to flip him onto his other side and bury her claws in his softer underbelly.
Meanwhile, pale blue orbs of pure mana begin to form behind her, crackling and sparking as they meet air. Mana is generally unable to manifest in such a pure state as this, but when the Lady of the Moon wills magic to bend to her purpose, it obeys.
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