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 Feb 29, 2016 22:49:50 GMT -8
 A massive cavern complex as yet undiscovered on the outskirts of Tir la Morr, the Moonlight Caverns are filled with massive chambers stretching for many, many miles deep beneath the earth, treacherous for even the most experienced spelunker. The caverns have remained undisturbed for centuries, yet something can be heard echoing in the deep. It's almost as if a gigantic creature inhales and exhales slowly within the depths, though it could be shifting earth. Whatever it is, nobody has been down there to check. Recently, cracks have begun to form in the formerly collapsed cavern entrance, and the stone has become worn down and brittle. Those massive undisturbed stalactites and reflecting pools might be exposed to the light of day for the first time in eons in the coming days. Without the outside world's disturbance, within the deeps lies an entire unique ecosystem, full of bioluminescent flora and fauna. It's a dangerous, habitat, and the creatures there are hostile to outside invaders, what predators that exist there jealously guarding their territory, while the fungi have developed various unique means of self-defence. Yet it is also an extremely beautiful sight to behold, the great chambers lit up in the darkness with a myriad of unique beasts and herbs.  Even further into the complex there lies a chamber filled with gigantic glowing crystals, imbued with natural magical properties. The crystalline formations can grow up to thirty feet tall, and all pulse with a magical, multicoloured light. The magic that permeates the caverns can almost be felt even by the uninitiated, so powerful and ancient is it. The veil between ethereal and material is very thin here, and so those who find themselves in this cavern tend to experience powerful hallucinations. The beasts that live here, too, are so altered by the latent magic that their forms and functions are nearly beyond mortal reckoning.  What else awaits in the depths? Only exploration can tell. |
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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 Feb 29, 2016 23:10:03 GMT -8
As Goraian troops march overhead, the slanted entrance to the caverns begins to weaken and crack. Suddenly, the ground gives way and a soldier falls through, the rock covering the entrance crumbling. The soldier slides down the steep incline with a loud, startled cry. It is several seconds before he hits the ground of the cavern with a "oof".
For several minutes, the soldier yells back and fourth to the men above, communicating what he can -- or more accurately can't -- see, and discussing how to pull him out. However, the soldier's luck is about to get much worse. A single beam of moonlight shines through the hole, illuminating a shining silvery-blue...marking of some sort on what is apparently a large white stone. The soldier communicates that he's going to investigate, much to the chagrin of his commander.
As he reaches out to touch the glimmering marking, he'll feel that it isn't a stone at all, but...scaly? Suddenly, right above the marking, an eye appears, gigantic and silver, with a single wide slit down the center, which contracts with the light. Suddenly, the "stone" raises out of reach, and something stirs in the darkness. Although only two glowing silver eyes are visible, it's clear that something gigantic moves just beyond the moonbeam.
Suddenly, the giant creature moves into the moonbeam, revealing itself to be a dragon with white, silvery scales that glimmer in the moonlight. It looks down at the man with disinterest, and then flaps its wings, tearing toward the moonlight. It explodes out of the earth, creating a much larger hole and launching the Goraian patrol backward. The white dragon flaps its powerful wings and stretches them before the moon, creating a splendid silhouette in the rays of moonlight. It is clearly a striking being.
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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 Mar 4, 2016 11:13:45 GMT -8
As Goraian troops march overhead, the slanted entrance to the caverns begins to weaken and crack. Suddenly, the ground gives way and a soldier falls through, the rock covering the entrance crumbling. The soldier slides down the steep incline with a loud, startled cry. It is several seconds before he hits the ground of the cavern with a "oof". For several minutes, the soldier yells back and fourth to the men above, communicating what he can -- or more accurately can't -- see, and discussing how to pull him out. However, the soldier's luck is about to get much worse. A single beam of moonlight shines through the hole, illuminating a shining silvery-blue...marking of some sort on what is apparently a large white stone. The soldier communicates that he's going to investigate, much to the chagrin of his commander. As he reaches out to touch the glimmering marking, he'll feel that it isn't a stone at all, but...scaly? Suddenly, right above the marking, an eye appears, gigantic and silver, with a single wide slit down the center, which contracts with the light. Suddenly, the "stone" raises out of reach, and something stirs in the darkness. Although only two glowing silver eyes are visible, it's clear that something gigantic moves just beyond the moonbeam. Suddenly, the giant creature moves into the moonbeam, revealing itself to be a dragon with white, silvery scales that glimmer in the moonlight. It looks down at the man with disinterest, and then flaps its wings, tearing toward the moonlight. It explodes out of the earth, creating a much larger hole and launching the Goraian patrol backward. The white dragon flaps its powerful wings and stretches them before the moon, creating a splendid silhouette in the rays of moonlight. It is clearly a striking being. The Goraian patrol would regroup and maintain a defensive formation on the upper ridge, they didn't want to anger such a being all by themselves. The lone troop who had fallen attempted to hide and shield himself, he did it but clumsily due to the darkness. The patrol's leading battlemage had already sent a notice to the dragon lord Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui when the caves had initially were found by the squadron. They watched the beast's movements carefully as it rose from the earth. Fortunately for the troops, Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui was almost already back from the battle between him and Asaph, Dream Hunter and could accompany the unit and their sudden findings. The dragon glided in towards the squad, some of them looking up to see their lord and backed away from the ledge, giving Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui a clear landing zone. His claws grasped the earth as he set himself down the ground shook under his weight. Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui 's face was still slightly wounded and burned from the previous battle and his arm trickled blood down the length of it, but he paid it no mind as if it wasn't there. He sat below the other dragon on the ridge, "Svaust janik nomeno vore darastrix qe?" |
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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 11:22:33 GMT -8
The white dragon floats in the air gracefully and lightly as one would expect of a butterfly as the new dragon arrives on scene. Her placid silver eyes follow him, assessing his wounds as he lands. She dips below to follow, touching down upon the ground in front of Jarkoopi, slowly approaching with a tentative sniff, her head lowered in a defensive stance. Her eyes glow dangerously as she prepares to face off with the storm dragon. She completely ignores the mortals; they aren't worth her attention, much less any sort of threat.
Then, the other dragon speaks, and one of Freyja's eyebrow ridges raises. Her neck cranes up so that she stands at her full height, her eyes meeting Jark's. Truly, this is a beautiful creature, her underbelly glowing as the light of the moon hits it, mimicing the glow of the crescent-shaped markings under her eyes. Jarkoopi's language is familiar. The ancient draconic tongue. She hasn't heard it in eons.
"I am Freyja," she responds, her voice seeming to reverberate in one's mind, "Lady of the Moon. Who are you?"
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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 Mar 6, 2016 14:57:32 GMT -8
The white dragon floats in the air gracefully and lightly as one would expect of a butterfly as the new dragon arrives on scene. Her placid silver eyes follow him, assessing his wounds as he lands. She dips below to follow, touching down upon the ground in front of Jarkoopi, slowly approaching with a tentative sniff, her head lowered in a defensive stance. Her eyes glow dangerously as she prepares to face off with the storm dragon. She completely ignores the mortals; they aren't worth her attention, much less any sort of threat. Then, the other dragon speaks, and one of Freyja's eyebrow ridges raises. Her neck cranes up so that she stands at her full height, her eyes meeting Jark's. Truly, this is a beautiful creature, her underbelly glowing as the light of the moon hits it, mimicing the glow of the crescent-shaped markings under her eyes. Jarkoopi's language is familiar. The ancient draconic tongue. She hasn't heard it in eons. "I am Freyja," she responds, her voice seeming to reverberate in one's mind, "Lady of the Moon. Who are you?" The accompanying guards come to ease as Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui arrived to the scene. Jarkoopi remained still as she landed in front of him and inspected him, he'd do the same by gazing over her with his yellow eyes. "My title is Kepesk Altiui, Storm Wing, I am Jarkoopi. Why have you destroyed the ground in which belongs to me? I expect you to know better, because of your age and wisdom." |
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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 7, 2016 0:43:09 GMT -8
Freyja gives Jarkoopi an odd look, one of her eyebrow ridges rising slightly. Then she gives a long, rumbling, growling laugh.
"Silly Storm Wing," she chides, as if speaking to a child, "you do not own this land. None but the Gods own this land. Indeed, I have been here longer than this human structure--" she gestures with her snout to the castle, "--yet I do not own the caverns in which I slumbered. I apologise if any of your...possessions were damaged, and I can...repay any losses through work, if you wish."
She hesitates when speaking of "possessions" and "repayments", as if these words and concepts are foreign to her.
"I have also opened a new avenue of exploration for you. The Moonlight Caverns are a sacred expanse of chambers, unique in all the lands, for it is the only place below the earthen ground in which The Mother holds dominion. You are welcome to its bounties, as long as you do not disrupt the delicate balance there. Great calamity will befall the lands if you do."
She slowly turns around and lumbers back toward the cavern, disappearing down into the large hole she's created, the only sign of her presence down there the light glow of her silvery markings, and a startled yelp from the stranded guard. The white dragon returns a moment later, clutching the guardsman between her teeth gently enough so as to cause no damage, setting him down upon the ground before his commrades.
"Now, Storm Wing. What would you have me do?"
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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 Mar 8, 2016 7:44:04 GMT -8
Freyja gives Jarkoopi an odd look, one of her eyebrow ridges rising slightly. Then she gives a long, rumbling, growling laugh. "Silly Storm Wing," she chides, as if speaking to a child, "you do not own this land. None but the Gods own this land. Indeed, I have been here longer than this human structure--" she gestures with her snout to the castle, "--yet I do not own the caverns in which I slumbered. I apologize if any of your...possessions were damaged, and I can...repay any losses through work, if you wish." She hesitates when speaking of "possessions" and "repayments", as if these words and concepts are foreign to her. "I have also opened a new avenue of exploration for you. The Moonlight Caverns are a sacred expanse of chambers, unique in all the lands, for it is the only place below the earthen ground in which The Mother holds dominion. You are welcome to its bounties, as long as you do not disrupt the delicate balance there. Great calamity will befall the lands if you do." She slowly turns around and lumbers back toward the cavern, disappearing down into the large hole she's created, the only sign of her presence down there the light glow of her silvery markings, and a startled yelp from the stranded guard. The white dragon returns a moment later, clutching the guardsman between her teeth gently enough so as to cause no damage, setting him down upon the ground before his comrades. "Now, Storm Wing. What would you have me do?" The guard who was picked up scrambled back into formation with the rest of his troop, they began to shrug the incident off and return to their normal patrols. Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui huffed, he knew it was technically true, what point is there in owning such things if one cannot take them with you into Twilight? To Jarkoopi it was pride, the imbecile mortals were always to ignorant to see how powerful and intelligent dragons were, and for that, they must pay tribute, either by force or by choice. "My lands are not damaged severely, I feel the presence of your caverns can repay me over time."He looked down into the deep, blue, dark abyss. There must be some sort of treasure down there... Freyja, Lady of the Moon 's scales however were treasure in themselves, the beautiful shine of the moonlight illuminated her strong and sleek body, surely a moon and storm dragon could get along, they are both elements of the sky. "Since you seem to be my guest now, allow me to properly show you my territory and demonstrate my element. Follow me in flight."Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui lifted off the ground as a mighty gust of wind followed the constant beating of his wings as he gained altitude up until he reached above the Heaven's clouds, where most of Goraia could be seen from the air. |
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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 8, 2016 12:55:47 GMT -8
The dragoness inclines her head gracefully at Jarkoopi's request.
"As you wish," she intones, before following him into the dusky sky, those powerful alabaster wings propelling her upward quickly, matching speed with the other dragon. It's a full moon this night, and so as she ascends above the clouds she shines brighter than she has in centuries. It feels good to stretch her wings again, and the pleased expression on her face is enough to demonstrate as much.
"So, Storm Wing. This territory of yours, how did you come by it? Further, why is it that you fraternise with these mortals of yours? They seem somewhat...well, squishy, for lack of a better word," says Freyja, that powerful voice carrying even over the whipping winds.
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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 Mar 8, 2016 15:04:04 GMT -8
The dragoness inclines her head gracefully at Jarkoopi's request. "As you wish," she intones, before following him into the dusky sky, those powerful alabaster wings propelling her upward quickly, matching speed with the other dragon. It's a full moon this night, and so as she ascends above the clouds she shines brighter than she has in centuries. It feels good to stretch her wings again, and the pleased expression on her face is enough to demonstrate as much. "So, Storm Wing. This territory of yours, how did you come by it? Further, why is it that you fraternise with these mortals of yours? They seem somewhat...well, squishy, for lack of a better word," says Freyja, that powerful voice carrying even over the whipping winds. |
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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 Apr 1, 2018 17:54:27 GMT -8
The caverns rumble with dread as something great stirs from within for the first time in many years. Glowing silver eyes open within the caverns' first chamber, peering out from the gloom. The eyes belong to the Lady of the Moon, who has been slumbering since the fall of Goraia, her job in the earthly realm finished...until now. Something ancient stirs within the land, awakening the Lady of the Moon. Something Freyja hasn't felt since the third collapse. She had taken part in banishing it forever...or so she thought. For the first time in eons, fear stirs within the heart of the dragon. She must warn the mortals of this realm what is to come, celestial non-interference be damned. The mouth of the cavern abruptly erupts outward, and the great dragon-lady explodes from the depths, stretching her glorious snow white wings and soaring into the sky. The gleaming of her scales will be seen for miles, lighting up the night as the moon refracts off her lithe form. She twists about in the air and speeds off toward the source of that which had awoken her, beating wings in the night carrying her toward the Isran Empire. Something grim will befall the land if she does not do something, she fears. The Mother is silent within her mind, but her purpose is implied. The Wyld must be stopped. [Exit to The Southern Road in Isra] |
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Alden Marshal
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,420
Age: 30
Physical Description: Alden is 6 even, with shoulder length messy black hair, and several days worth of beard stubble. He is handsome, with a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a perpetual grin that makes him seem younger than he really is. His bright green eyes, constantly sparkle with barely contained mirth. He has the lithe well muscled body of a swordsmen, and he moves with considerable grace and dexterity.
If one where to take more thorough examination of Alden's eyes they may notice a further detail. Around the outside edge of his iris's there's an intricate series of minuscule grey runes.
Alden rarely removes his shirt, but should someone see him with it off, they would find his body to be covered in scar tissue. Starting from just below his neckline, there is very little space that does not sport some relic of a past injury. A particularly observant person may also note that among these scars, some are a bright scarlet. These scarlet scars form an intricate series of runes hiding among the others.
Those of a more magical bent may be able to decipher the runes in his eyes and on his skin. Identifying them as sigils more commonly found on magical items. The most obvious effect of the runes on his body, are increased speed, strength, and durability.
The runes on his eyes give him the ability to detect magical auras and residue, as well as allowing him to see through low level illusions and glamours. They also maintain his vision regardless of the current light level, and even if there is a sudden shift. His eyes are also capable of dropping into the infrared spectrum in complete darkness.
The rune work on his body enhances his natural strength, speed, endurance, durability, and reflexes to almost super human levels. The effects make him a formidable opponent for most magical creatures though only because they are supplemented by exceptional skill.
This means that all though he is almost super human in a straight contest of strength or speed he would most likely loose to most other magically enhanced humanoids such as vampires or were wolves.
Alden's runes also greatly increase his healing rate allowing him to recover from injuries that would normally take a few months for a person to recover from in a few short weeks. Not only do Alden's runes accelerate healing they also enhance it. A normal persons body will repair itself until it is functioning again then stop, thanks to the runes Alden's body will continues to fix itself until it is in near perfect condition. His healing abilities enhance his already prodigious stamina as it repairs muscle damage and lactic build up and it also increases longevity as he does not accumulate long term damage as most people do.
Finally his body runes provide protection from people attempts to find him magically. Detection spells will be obfuscated their readings on his location being off by about 20 meters. Long distance scrying and tracking spells are only able to narrow down his area to somewhere within a mile radius. It should be noted that these protections can be overcome by someone with sufficient power or ingenuity.
His runes cannot be removed unless they are cut off of his body using an appropriate ritual knife and magic. If the runes are disrupted in any other way they will simply grow back in a few weeks time.
The final thing that only someone versed in rune craft and enchanting would be able to tell is this: The process of these runes being carved into his bodies would have been unbelievably painful. A normal person would have been driven insane or to suicide if they had this happen to them. During the carving process un-directed magical energies would begin to take hold and tear apart your soul. The pain this would not cease until the rune pattern was completed. This means the pain caused would be on a spiritual and physical level of incredible magnitude.
Clothes and Equipment: Read this post for equipment update: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/27933
A re-paired and enchanted grey cloak, leather armor, twin short swords, bag of candy, full water skin, a few days worth of travel rations, enchanted leather boots, and a brace of throwing knives.
Player's online availability : On and off during the day, more active during evenings (EST)
Registered: Oct 30, 2015 14:59:43 GMT -8
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Post by Alden Marshal on May 8, 2018 14:52:50 GMT -8
The high marshal of Isra had stopped outside of the borders of Tir la Morr briefly to make an attempt at announcing his presence. This had proven largely fruitless as the fae country didn't appear to have any border patrols or checkpoints. Yet there was an undeniable sense of being watched as he'd made his way through the forest and on the other side he'd been met by a delegation from the so call "Tyrant in Gold." Alden thought the name a tad ostentatious but didn't comment. The fae had ascertained why the High Marshal of Isra was within their borders and eventually given consent to allow him and Kaylie Imrahil to continue. Arriving at the mouth of the Moonlight Caverns the former assassin casts his gaze around for their guide. Freyja, Lady of the Moon would hopefully not be very long in coming. Alden had gotten to the cave a scant few hours after the meeting at the tower thanks to teleportation and he was uncertain how quickly the dragoness could fly. |
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Kaylie Imrahil
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 182
Age: 27
Physical Description: She has the look of a woman who was once beautiful and maybe still, but years spent fighting and scrounging for survival have all kept her from emphasizing that. Her brown hair is medium-length, hanging down just past her shoulders and commonly has bits of forest debris lodged in it.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears simple leather armor and greaves, weathered and dirty, but incredibly functional. She has a large longbow, large for someone of her size at least, as well a longsword sheathed at her hip. A sun marshall badge is displayed prominently on her left breast.
Registered: May 10, 2016 10:37:44 GMT -8
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Post by Kaylie Imrahil on May 11, 2018 6:56:05 GMT -8
"Always a new adventure." Kaylie muttered, feeling strangely at ease in their current situation. After everything she had done alongside Alden, she trusted him to have her back out here in the wilds.
"When was she supposed to meet us here?"
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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 Jun 3, 2018 16:40:39 GMT -8
It doesn't take long for Freyja to show herself, though not in any form either of them had yet seen. Once concealed in the dark void of the cavern maw, she steps from the shadows to reveal herself, garbed in a strange horned armour made of a glistening metal plate. It appears almost oily, iridescent as it is, but it is completely dry, and it makes strangely little noise as Freyja moves about within. It's completely androgynous and considerably taller than Freyja's average humanoid figure as well, oft mistaken for a heroic knight in a suit of otherworldly armour, rather than a slim and delicate woman.
She inclines her helmed head, and speaks.
"Welcome, Alden. You arrived much more quickly than I had expected. Did the spirits of the forest not trouble you? They must be in a good mood on this day...or perhaps they can sense the importance of your duty here," she intones, surprised. Strangely enough, her voice is not muffled as it should be behind that wall of glistening metal. She looks over to the smaller woman and tilts her head just a touch.
"This is all you brought? Did I not emphasise the danger of this mission well enough?" she asks, her tone cool and not entirely pleased.
"Well...she will have to do. Come, humans, the entrance is treacherous, but I will guide you safely to the bottom."
She turns about and steps back into the murky gloom of the cavern entrance, but it doesn't stay cloaked in shadow for long, as from Freyja's armoured hand springs a small orb of pure light, its pale blue glow reminiscent of that of a full moon as it drifts through the entrance, revealing a sharp drop off into a deep black void, the light reflecting off a thick grey mist that conceals what lay below. There are already several rappelling ropes hooked onto large steel stakes protruding from the edge of the cliff face, enough for a small battalion to jump in without much difficulty. It's clear Freyja was expecting more than two. She beckons for the two to follow, casting a second ball of light into the foggy blackness to illuminate the way down, although it does little to reveal what awaits at the bottom.
"The veil of shadow, that which separates the material from the ethereal. It is so thin here as to be visible. It has weakened in the days since my awakening. We must be cautious," says Freyja. Her tone is calm, and yet there's a near-imperceptible tinge of worry to it.
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Alden Marshal
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,420
Age: 30
Physical Description: Alden is 6 even, with shoulder length messy black hair, and several days worth of beard stubble. He is handsome, with a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a perpetual grin that makes him seem younger than he really is. His bright green eyes, constantly sparkle with barely contained mirth. He has the lithe well muscled body of a swordsmen, and he moves with considerable grace and dexterity.
If one where to take more thorough examination of Alden's eyes they may notice a further detail. Around the outside edge of his iris's there's an intricate series of minuscule grey runes.
Alden rarely removes his shirt, but should someone see him with it off, they would find his body to be covered in scar tissue. Starting from just below his neckline, there is very little space that does not sport some relic of a past injury. A particularly observant person may also note that among these scars, some are a bright scarlet. These scarlet scars form an intricate series of runes hiding among the others.
Those of a more magical bent may be able to decipher the runes in his eyes and on his skin. Identifying them as sigils more commonly found on magical items. The most obvious effect of the runes on his body, are increased speed, strength, and durability.
The runes on his eyes give him the ability to detect magical auras and residue, as well as allowing him to see through low level illusions and glamours. They also maintain his vision regardless of the current light level, and even if there is a sudden shift. His eyes are also capable of dropping into the infrared spectrum in complete darkness.
The rune work on his body enhances his natural strength, speed, endurance, durability, and reflexes to almost super human levels. The effects make him a formidable opponent for most magical creatures though only because they are supplemented by exceptional skill.
This means that all though he is almost super human in a straight contest of strength or speed he would most likely loose to most other magically enhanced humanoids such as vampires or were wolves.
Alden's runes also greatly increase his healing rate allowing him to recover from injuries that would normally take a few months for a person to recover from in a few short weeks. Not only do Alden's runes accelerate healing they also enhance it. A normal persons body will repair itself until it is functioning again then stop, thanks to the runes Alden's body will continues to fix itself until it is in near perfect condition. His healing abilities enhance his already prodigious stamina as it repairs muscle damage and lactic build up and it also increases longevity as he does not accumulate long term damage as most people do.
Finally his body runes provide protection from people attempts to find him magically. Detection spells will be obfuscated their readings on his location being off by about 20 meters. Long distance scrying and tracking spells are only able to narrow down his area to somewhere within a mile radius. It should be noted that these protections can be overcome by someone with sufficient power or ingenuity.
His runes cannot be removed unless they are cut off of his body using an appropriate ritual knife and magic. If the runes are disrupted in any other way they will simply grow back in a few weeks time.
The final thing that only someone versed in rune craft and enchanting would be able to tell is this: The process of these runes being carved into his bodies would have been unbelievably painful. A normal person would have been driven insane or to suicide if they had this happen to them. During the carving process un-directed magical energies would begin to take hold and tear apart your soul. The pain this would not cease until the rune pattern was completed. This means the pain caused would be on a spiritual and physical level of incredible magnitude.
Clothes and Equipment: Read this post for equipment update: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/27933
A re-paired and enchanted grey cloak, leather armor, twin short swords, bag of candy, full water skin, a few days worth of travel rations, enchanted leather boots, and a brace of throwing knives.
Player's online availability : On and off during the day, more active during evenings (EST)
Registered: Oct 30, 2015 14:59:43 GMT -8
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Post by Alden Marshal on Jun 12, 2018 16:01:45 GMT -8
"She left before me, she is standing inside the cave."
Alden says blandly, he'd only not gone over to Freyja as they had just arrived. It was incredibly hard to hide from the rune scared man his eyes could pierce through darkness and glamors alike, he could even see traces of magic. Which made this cave quite the sight to his eyes. A kaleidoscope of colors all around in this magical kingdom. It was hard to differentiate them and stop himself from being overwhelmed but he could manage thanks to years of practice.
"We did take your threat seriously. That's why I brought back up."
While this statement certainly sounded arrogant, and it was, his tone didn't convey it as he didn't see it as arrogance. Sun Marshals were the elite of the elite of Isra the most powerful nation on the planet. Each marshal was meant to be, at the very least, the equal of a platoon of soldiers or more by themselves. Hell, to be fair he alone was worth far more than that so to him this seemed like a reasonable force to combat the current threat.
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Kaylie Imrahil
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 182
Age: 27
Physical Description: She has the look of a woman who was once beautiful and maybe still, but years spent fighting and scrounging for survival have all kept her from emphasizing that. Her brown hair is medium-length, hanging down just past her shoulders and commonly has bits of forest debris lodged in it.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears simple leather armor and greaves, weathered and dirty, but incredibly functional. She has a large longbow, large for someone of her size at least, as well a longsword sheathed at her hip. A sun marshall badge is displayed prominently on her left breast.
Registered: May 10, 2016 10:37:44 GMT -8
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Post by Kaylie Imrahil on Jun 13, 2018 8:19:40 GMT -8
Kaylie did not acknowledge the woman's sudden appearance, sighing as they were chastised for some sort of failure. She had not been present at the meeting where this was discussed, so if Alden thought the two of them were enough, she had faith in his judgement. He hadn't led her astray yet. Although there was a first time for everything...she shook her head, causing a couple strands of loose hair to fall free from where it had been tied up.
"What exactly are we expecting to encounter down here anyway?" She whispered, keeping her voice low in both tone and volume. Her bow was held in one hand, the other hand free to react to anything sudden that could occur.
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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 Jun 30, 2018 11:32:30 GMT -8
"Truthfully even I do not know what to expect, girl," replies Freyja, speaking in a normal tone. Apparently she doesn't find it necessary to keep quiet as a bright flash encompasses her figure, flesh melding with steel as the light fades, revealing her armoured form, a tall, mencaing suit of horned plate, androgynous and, as is made clear to Alden's special perception, quite magical. She slips over the cliff's edge and rappels down quickly, vanishing into the dense fog that obscures the way.
A soft clank of metal signals her arrival at the bottom, and after a few moments she calls back up.
"The way is safe," she proclaims, "you may come down. But be careful, and be swift. I can feel the caverns watching our every move. It will likely not be long until something takes notice of our presence."
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