Ailionóra uí Muineacháin
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Roleplay posts: 86 
Age: Ancient.
Physical Description: As with all of the Fae, Ailionóra is tall and lithe, at a respectable 5'11", and although she is thousands of years old, she appears to be in her mid-twenties. She has long hair that falls to her hips, which is a mix of shades of auburn with golden highlights, and bright green eyes. She has a delicately-formed bone structure resulting in limbs and fingers that are just slightly longer in proportion than a human, and features that are wildly beautiful in an almost harsh and feral kind of way, along with the pointed ears possessed by all her kind. Her skin is lightly tanned from several lifetimes spent out in the Wyld, and heavily adorned with a great number of intricate tattoos in varying shades of green ink that she proudly displays.
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Clothes and Equipment: While safely at home within the Wyld, Ailionóra typically wears very little, allowing her to be closer to the nature within the Wyld. Her usual attire typically consists of a vest in any number of colors that bares her shoulders, back, and midriff, paired with a knee-length loincloth, and accessorized with gauntlets, upper arm bands, and various beaded necklaces and belts. She can occasionally be seen carrying a long spear, most often while out in the Wyld engaged in the Hunt. When outside the Wyld, she dresses a bit more conservatively, but still tends to wear dresses that display her shoulders and the tattoos on the skin there. When attending to important matters of Fae governance, either within the Wyld or when dealing with the Council of Alban, she often carries an staff composed of intricately twined pieces of wood, adorned with ever-blooming flowers and a few magic-focusing crystals of green and gold.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
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Post by Ailionóra uí Muineacháin on Apr 5, 2016 12:08:09 GMT -8
Located toward the far northern area of the Wyld, near the mountainous country of the upper continent, is an area known only as Dragon's Run. This is where the dragons of the Wyld dwell, and it is a place only the most brave of the Fae go. Constantly either actively burning or singed and charred, it's an unpleasant place at best, and utterly fatal more often than not.
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King Averin Arach
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Working on the whole king thing
Roleplay posts: 284 
Age: 21
Physical Description: Averin is a tall man, standing at six foot two. He has a build equal parts lithe and powerful. Broad shouldered, well muscled, but possessed of an undeniable grace. He reminds many of a tiger. He moves with a slow, languid, precision, that gives him undeniable aura of deadly skill.
Averin is a handsome man. With a square cut jaw, straight nose, and prominent cheek bones. His brown eyes are dark and alluring. Sometimes they sparkle with kindness, other times gleaming with baleful intent. His habitual expression is a half smile.
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Clothes and Equipment: Averin prefers to wear his silver steel half plate. One pauldron stylize to look like a hawks head. Combined with his large red cloak, he has a very distinctive look. His preferred weapon is a bastard sword. His blade is an oddity. The hilt is worn and weathered, and seems to be ancient. The blade though looks freshly forged. The shining metal gleams brightly in light, and it's edge razor sharp. Both his armor and sword posses some degree of magic, though exactly how much is known only to him.
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Post by King Averin Arach on Jun 18, 2016 14:36:16 GMT -8
Four days, that is how long it took Averin to reach The Dragons Run. Though as Ailionóra noted he could have done it in two, he had taken his time. He had magics he needed to get accustomed to and a plan to create. Using the power of the ring he had been able to divert the attention of most predators of The Wyld. Even that tested the limits of the ring, which made Averin wonder how powerful An Dli would be. It was said that with the sword one could command all of the beasts of The Wyld to serve.
Averin had also taken the time to train with his enhanced strength and speed. The blessing of the Wildlings was the most subtle, but potentially the most useful especially for this task. Still it was still a learning curve and though he was more competent with his magics, it would be a long time before he mastered them.
The Dragon's Run was exactly what the name invoked. A stretch of wilderness where dragons made their home. The trees were burned and smoldering, even the rapid growth of The Wyld insufficient to drown out dragons flame. He takes a deep breath as he thinks on what he has to do. Find the lair of an ancient red dragon. Steal something from it's horde and likely slay it in the process. Then escape hopefully without alerting any other dragons. Simple. He let's out the breath proud that fear only makes it a little shaky.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2016 10:11:11 GMT -8
Nestled where the burned forests hugs the foot of the mountains, a cavern is accented with charred brush and tree logs to help create the foyer for the rough home - housing a particular creature inside. Outside the mouth of the cave stands the destroyed forest for miles, the earth and trees slowly crumbling as their colors of black and ember red indicate the very steadily weakening structure via fire.
Anyone to poke their head within would likely find the place empty for the time being. The items within? Bones from prior creatures no longer living, a crude nest constructed of brush and branches - and it is within this nest lies an rod - nothing akin to the beast that makes the place its home.
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King Averin Arach
Dedicated
Working on the whole king thing
Roleplay posts: 284
Age: 21
Physical Description: Averin is a tall man, standing at six foot two. He has a build equal parts lithe and powerful. Broad shouldered, well muscled, but possessed of an undeniable grace. He reminds many of a tiger. He moves with a slow, languid, precision, that gives him undeniable aura of deadly skill.
Averin is a handsome man. With a square cut jaw, straight nose, and prominent cheek bones. His brown eyes are dark and alluring. Sometimes they sparkle with kindness, other times gleaming with baleful intent. His habitual expression is a half smile.
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Clothes and Equipment: Averin prefers to wear his silver steel half plate. One pauldron stylize to look like a hawks head. Combined with his large red cloak, he has a very distinctive look. His preferred weapon is a bastard sword. His blade is an oddity. The hilt is worn and weathered, and seems to be ancient. The blade though looks freshly forged. The shining metal gleams brightly in light, and it's edge razor sharp. Both his armor and sword posses some degree of magic, though exactly how much is known only to him.
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Post by King Averin Arach on Jun 19, 2016 11:04:13 GMT -8
Averin made his way carefully towards the mountains. He stayed on the edge of the dragons run as long as he could, but eventually he had to travel out into the cinders. Where the forest had been burned away there was little cover. He felt like an ant crawling across a kitchen floor, praying that the giants took no notice of him.
Ailionóra had told Averin the dragon's den was in the mountains and as he got closer he could feel the ring call out. It could sense and direct him toward the Fae magic. Useful, that. He found the den and as best he could, concealed himself behind rocks as he peered in. Empty. That was good, better than he had hoped for. Even if the dragon returned while he was inside it was fine. Despite what some may think it is best to fight a dragon in it's den. The cramped quarters helped to negate their advantage in size, it also removed the option of flight.
Averin began to slowly make his way inside, drawing An Dli as he moves. He could feel the Wilding blood magic pulsing in his veins. His senses sharpened and his muscles thrummed with energy. His thoughts drift briefly to Madadh and The Wildings and the promise he made to them. He pulls a bar of nickle from a pouch and pressed it to his unsheathed blade. An Dli began to pulse out waves of cold, the dwarven magic within was powerful. His thoughts turn to Ei and Queron, the dwarves and the faith they place in him. He takes a deep breath and he is inside the lair, it was time to face his destiny.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2016 11:24:07 GMT -8
Inside the cavern it was quiet, near silent... save for the very faint sounds of growling. A single tunnel snaked off deeper into the mountains, but the sounds were not coming from there. Should Averin continue inside, the sounds would grow louder. But they weren't deep or menacing, nowhere near powerful of a full fledged dragon.
Instead, nestled inside the large nest near the wall farthest from the entrance, were 8 red hatchlings curled up and snoring softly for a nap - except for one. One of eight was wrestling around in the nest with a particular object in hand, all four paws wrapped around it as he gnawed upon the rod. It turns out this singular hatching was the source of the growling as he entertained himself with his biting task.
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King Averin Arach
Dedicated
Working on the whole king thing
Roleplay posts: 284
Age: 21
Physical Description: Averin is a tall man, standing at six foot two. He has a build equal parts lithe and powerful. Broad shouldered, well muscled, but possessed of an undeniable grace. He reminds many of a tiger. He moves with a slow, languid, precision, that gives him undeniable aura of deadly skill.
Averin is a handsome man. With a square cut jaw, straight nose, and prominent cheek bones. His brown eyes are dark and alluring. Sometimes they sparkle with kindness, other times gleaming with baleful intent. His habitual expression is a half smile.
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Clothes and Equipment: Averin prefers to wear his silver steel half plate. One pauldron stylize to look like a hawks head. Combined with his large red cloak, he has a very distinctive look. His preferred weapon is a bastard sword. His blade is an oddity. The hilt is worn and weathered, and seems to be ancient. The blade though looks freshly forged. The shining metal gleams brightly in light, and it's edge razor sharp. Both his armor and sword posses some degree of magic, though exactly how much is known only to him.
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Post by King Averin Arach on Jun 19, 2016 11:44:08 GMT -8
Averin stalked slowly down thr tunnel. He could hear the faint growls and his grip tightened on his sword. He wished he had a shield with a fire ward on it. Had he known he'd be fighting dragons he'd have bought one. As he draws closer the sound doesn't grow louder or more menacing, indeed it was high pitched and playful.
Averin rounded the last bend and peered into the nest. A single moving figure caught his eye and he could make it out in no small part thanks to the blood magic enhanging his eye sight. It was a dragon hatchling playing with... the artifact. Averin surveys the room closely and he can see more hatchlings against rhe far wall. "Of course." Averin curses softly.
It couldn't be an old male, it had to be female, it had to have young. What would he do this time? Adopt a clutch of dragonkings? Maybe he could get the rod without having to kill the mother.
Averin moves slowly into the nest. He keeps his sword at his side tip pointed at the floor. Non-threatening as he approaches the little dragon. He speaks his voice a soft murmur, trying not to spook the little thing.
"Hello little one, stay calm, please stay calm."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2016 11:53:13 GMT -8
Ith stopped his play with his chewing rod to glance up at the sound - his head coming straight up to look to the man with wide eyes that were mostly curious. His little nose wiggles as he sniffs the air, taking in the new scent that lingered from the human - and all the steel on his figure.
The little hatchling stands up on all fours, now looming over the rod almost protectively. No one was going to take his toy from him!
"You're a stranger," he says, tilting his head to the side a bit. "Momma said no strangers are supposed to be here. How'd you get here?" he inquires.
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King Averin Arach
Dedicated
Working on the whole king thing
Roleplay posts: 284
Age: 21
Physical Description: Averin is a tall man, standing at six foot two. He has a build equal parts lithe and powerful. Broad shouldered, well muscled, but possessed of an undeniable grace. He reminds many of a tiger. He moves with a slow, languid, precision, that gives him undeniable aura of deadly skill.
Averin is a handsome man. With a square cut jaw, straight nose, and prominent cheek bones. His brown eyes are dark and alluring. Sometimes they sparkle with kindness, other times gleaming with baleful intent. His habitual expression is a half smile.
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Clothes and Equipment: Averin prefers to wear his silver steel half plate. One pauldron stylize to look like a hawks head. Combined with his large red cloak, he has a very distinctive look. His preferred weapon is a bastard sword. His blade is an oddity. The hilt is worn and weathered, and seems to be ancient. The blade though looks freshly forged. The shining metal gleams brightly in light, and it's edge razor sharp. Both his armor and sword posses some degree of magic, though exactly how much is known only to him.
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Registered: Mar 21, 2016 6:59:05 GMT -8
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Post by King Averin Arach on Jun 19, 2016 12:53:13 GMT -8
Averin stopped when the hatchling looked up. It was holding the artifact protectively and that was worrying. Then the little thing spoke, well that made things... interesting.
"I walked and climbed, how else would one get in if they can't fly."
Averin keeps his voice calm and level, answering the question simply. Now, how did he broach the topic of the artifact and in turn get it from the child. Bargaining likely wouldn't work, so he didn't think going for a trade would be smart.
"I wasn't aware I shouldn't be in this cave. I was just looking for something a friend of mine lost."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2016 12:56:37 GMT -8
Ith sat his little behind down, where his tail sat over the rod as a result. His wide, curious stare remained locked on the man rather than any fearful or aggressive one.
"Oh no! Your friend lost something? Maybe I can help you find it!" he chirps, seeming to forget the fact that the human wasn't supposed to be in his home. A friendly smile appears across his scaly maw.
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King Averin Arach
Dedicated
Working on the whole king thing
Roleplay posts: 284
Age: 21
Physical Description: Averin is a tall man, standing at six foot two. He has a build equal parts lithe and powerful. Broad shouldered, well muscled, but possessed of an undeniable grace. He reminds many of a tiger. He moves with a slow, languid, precision, that gives him undeniable aura of deadly skill.
Averin is a handsome man. With a square cut jaw, straight nose, and prominent cheek bones. His brown eyes are dark and alluring. Sometimes they sparkle with kindness, other times gleaming with baleful intent. His habitual expression is a half smile.
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Clothes and Equipment: Averin prefers to wear his silver steel half plate. One pauldron stylize to look like a hawks head. Combined with his large red cloak, he has a very distinctive look. His preferred weapon is a bastard sword. His blade is an oddity. The hilt is worn and weathered, and seems to be ancient. The blade though looks freshly forged. The shining metal gleams brightly in light, and it's edge razor sharp. Both his armor and sword posses some degree of magic, though exactly how much is known only to him.
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Registered: Mar 21, 2016 6:59:05 GMT -8
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Post by King Averin Arach on Jun 19, 2016 13:03:43 GMT -8
Averin smiles down at the hatchling. Okay this was a step in the right direction. The little thing seemed eager to help, now how to convince him further. He sheathes his sword and then raises his left arm and gestures to his fore arm.
"If you'd be willing to help that would be wonderful. Helping my friend find this item is the last step in a quest I've been doing. I've had a lot of help so far and I never turn down more. I am looking for a rod about the size of my forearm topped with a crystal. Have you seen anything like that?"
Of course it matched the description of the rod he was playing with. Averin was pretending he hadn't seen it, after all the light in the cave was poor and he was only human.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2016 13:11:25 GMT -8
Ith looked to his arm carefully, sniffing his nose from the elbow all the way to his fingertips and back again. Then his little head perked up and swiveled around to look at the rod beneath his tail. After staring up it for a few moments he would glance up to the man.
A single paw came up and reached out pointedly at the item in question behind him. "... like that?" he asks.
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King Averin Arach
Dedicated
Working on the whole king thing
Roleplay posts: 284
Age: 21
Physical Description: Averin is a tall man, standing at six foot two. He has a build equal parts lithe and powerful. Broad shouldered, well muscled, but possessed of an undeniable grace. He reminds many of a tiger. He moves with a slow, languid, precision, that gives him undeniable aura of deadly skill.
Averin is a handsome man. With a square cut jaw, straight nose, and prominent cheek bones. His brown eyes are dark and alluring. Sometimes they sparkle with kindness, other times gleaming with baleful intent. His habitual expression is a half smile.
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Clothes and Equipment: Averin prefers to wear his silver steel half plate. One pauldron stylize to look like a hawks head. Combined with his large red cloak, he has a very distinctive look. His preferred weapon is a bastard sword. His blade is an oddity. The hilt is worn and weathered, and seems to be ancient. The blade though looks freshly forged. The shining metal gleams brightly in light, and it's edge razor sharp. Both his armor and sword posses some degree of magic, though exactly how much is known only to him.
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Registered: Mar 21, 2016 6:59:05 GMT -8
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Post by King Averin Arach on Jun 19, 2016 13:15:45 GMT -8
Averin peered behind the hatchling at the item. He nods slowly and looks back at Ith.
"Yes! that looks like what I am looking for. Where did you find it? If you found it around the area it was lost it may indeed be it."
He lets some excitement slip into his voice as he remarks on it. Not over doing his surprise, but letting a hint of it slip in.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2016 13:18:53 GMT -8
Ith stares at the rod again for a longer stretch of time, his gaze becoming a touch more sad. Then he peers up to Averin again and huffs.
"Momma gave it to me. It's mine," he chirps, shuffling over to properly sit atop the item to ensure he kept it. "I dunno where it came from. But Momma gave it to me. It belongs to Ith!" he barks, stomping one little paw in the nest.
At the motion and the rising pitch of the hatchling, a few more of his siblings began to stir from slumber - glancing around with groggy stares and babbling softly as they slowly woke up.
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King Averin Arach
Dedicated
Working on the whole king thing
Roleplay posts: 284
Age: 21
Physical Description: Averin is a tall man, standing at six foot two. He has a build equal parts lithe and powerful. Broad shouldered, well muscled, but possessed of an undeniable grace. He reminds many of a tiger. He moves with a slow, languid, precision, that gives him undeniable aura of deadly skill.
Averin is a handsome man. With a square cut jaw, straight nose, and prominent cheek bones. His brown eyes are dark and alluring. Sometimes they sparkle with kindness, other times gleaming with baleful intent. His habitual expression is a half smile.
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Clothes and Equipment: Averin prefers to wear his silver steel half plate. One pauldron stylize to look like a hawks head. Combined with his large red cloak, he has a very distinctive look. His preferred weapon is a bastard sword. His blade is an oddity. The hilt is worn and weathered, and seems to be ancient. The blade though looks freshly forged. The shining metal gleams brightly in light, and it's edge razor sharp. Both his armor and sword posses some degree of magic, though exactly how much is known only to him.
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Registered: Mar 21, 2016 6:59:05 GMT -8
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Post by King Averin Arach on Jun 19, 2016 13:27:01 GMT -8
Averin nods his head at the hatchling. Not the reaction he was hoping for, but no an unforeseen one. Children could be quite possessive. He wonders how to best convince the little dragon to give it up. He also wonders what to do now that the little one has awoken it's brothers and sisters. Things could get very awkward very fast if he isn't careful.
"Well I won't take it from you little one. I am a knight, we do not take what does not belong to us. Still if that rod is the one I seek I can't leave without it. A knight must finish his quests you see, otherwise he isn't a knight. Beyond that if I do not finish this quest than the people I swore to protect will suffer and die. Four races will be doomed to fall into a war. So I ask you little one, what can I do to convince you to give that item to me."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2016 13:52:03 GMT -8
Though the little one didn't quite understand the gravity of the situation, the idea of four different races fighting... it made him sad. Ever more evident as his eyes began to shimmer with tears.
"B-But... but it's mine...! Momma gave it to me! I don't want fighting! But it's mine!" he wails, the tears starting to fall down his face.
Two of his brothers came up beside him and nuzzled him closely, murmuring as they tried to console him. The rest turned very angry and upset glares to the man that made their brother cry.
"Why is he crying?" "You made him cry!" "You're mean!" "Why did you make him cry!" "Where's Momma?!" "He's not supposed to be here!" "He's a mean human!" "No humans!" "They're mean!" "Momma! Momma!"
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King Averin Arach
Dedicated
Working on the whole king thing
Roleplay posts: 284
Age: 21
Physical Description: Averin is a tall man, standing at six foot two. He has a build equal parts lithe and powerful. Broad shouldered, well muscled, but possessed of an undeniable grace. He reminds many of a tiger. He moves with a slow, languid, precision, that gives him undeniable aura of deadly skill.
Averin is a handsome man. With a square cut jaw, straight nose, and prominent cheek bones. His brown eyes are dark and alluring. Sometimes they sparkle with kindness, other times gleaming with baleful intent. His habitual expression is a half smile.
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Clothes and Equipment: Averin prefers to wear his silver steel half plate. One pauldron stylize to look like a hawks head. Combined with his large red cloak, he has a very distinctive look. His preferred weapon is a bastard sword. His blade is an oddity. The hilt is worn and weathered, and seems to be ancient. The blade though looks freshly forged. The shining metal gleams brightly in light, and it's edge razor sharp. Both his armor and sword posses some degree of magic, though exactly how much is known only to him.
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Post by King Averin Arach on Jun 19, 2016 14:03:20 GMT -8
Averin was taken aback. Being scolded by children was bit something he'd been prepared for. Being scolded by the children of a dragon, children that would grow to be large enough to eat him whole, that was even more unnerving. Still he steeled himself and spoke. He used his tone of command, harsh, forceful, but not angry. A tone that insisted on respect, demanded obedience.
"Hush!"
He would wait to see if he was obeyed. If he was he would speak in a kinder tone.
"You're brother is crying because he must chose between what is right and what is easy. It is easy to keep something that makes you happy at the detriment of others. It is hard and it is right to give that up if it saves lives. What will you do little dragon?"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2016 14:13:10 GMT -8
The sudden bark of the human made every single one go silent and huddle in a mass of red scales to the farthest side of the nest as they could get. They listened, watching him with 16 fearful eyes, as he spoke.
Things went quiet when he posed the question. And then suddenly, amplified by eight terrified voices, a scream echoed out throughout the cavern and well into the forest as it reverberated off the tunnel walls.
"MOMMA!!!"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2016 14:17:10 GMT -8
The shriek of her children brought the mother tearing through the fire stricken forest with a threatening roar, the paces of the heavy beast making the earth tremble in her wake. She was headed straight for home - and heavens and hell help the stupid creature foolish enough to come after her children.
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King Averin Arach
Dedicated
Working on the whole king thing
Roleplay posts: 284
Age: 21
Physical Description: Averin is a tall man, standing at six foot two. He has a build equal parts lithe and powerful. Broad shouldered, well muscled, but possessed of an undeniable grace. He reminds many of a tiger. He moves with a slow, languid, precision, that gives him undeniable aura of deadly skill.
Averin is a handsome man. With a square cut jaw, straight nose, and prominent cheek bones. His brown eyes are dark and alluring. Sometimes they sparkle with kindness, other times gleaming with baleful intent. His habitual expression is a half smile.
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Clothes and Equipment: Averin prefers to wear his silver steel half plate. One pauldron stylize to look like a hawks head. Combined with his large red cloak, he has a very distinctive look. His preferred weapon is a bastard sword. His blade is an oddity. The hilt is worn and weathered, and seems to be ancient. The blade though looks freshly forged. The shining metal gleams brightly in light, and it's edge razor sharp. Both his armor and sword posses some degree of magic, though exactly how much is known only to him.
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Registered: Mar 21, 2016 6:59:05 GMT -8
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Post by King Averin Arach on Jun 19, 2016 14:32:25 GMT -8
The stream of curses that leave Averin's mouth when the children scream is impressive. King he may one day be, but he hadn't been raised as one. He snaps his blade from his sheath and cold air fills the cavern. He turns his attention to where the dragon will be coming from. This would be tricky, the hatchlings couldn't be harmed, but couldn't be ignored. How will he keep himself alive, the children alive, and hopefully the mother dragon alive. He didn't know, but it wouldn't be easy.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2016 14:40:17 GMT -8
The mother dragon appeared in a sudden rush of her massive red form in the tunnel mouth - hulking figure blocking most of the view beyond the cave. Her eyes, glowing yellow in the dark, settled upon the human that was invading upon her home and her children. A snarling hiss seethed across the cold cave, a most menacing sound to chill the very souls of the weak and even rattle the hardened.
A heavy claw slammed to the ground, shaking the earth, followed by another and another as she slowly entered - pointed directly for the knight. Smoke huffed out from her nostrils as flames danced past her jagged teeth set in the sneer of her maw.
"Say your prayers, human - you should never have come here!" she snarls, her very voice booming and shaking a portion of the mountain to make dust fall from the rough cut ceiling. "You dare intrude upon my nest?! I'll rip you apart!"
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