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 15:00:51 GMT -8
Averin stood strong against the beast. Even as he felt his bones rattle in his armour, even as he feels the blood drain from his face, even as images of his own death dance through his head, he stands strong. God's above and below though the dragon was huge and he had to fight it.
"I came only to recover an item that was lost. An item I need to prevent a war. I dealt and meant no harm to your clutch. Still if you attack I will defend myself."
He was pleased that his voice didn't crack as he spoke. Indeed it came out loud, clear, and almost confident. Still there had been a slight quiver to it. He was frightened, but he was often frightened before a fight. He had courage though, courage wasn't freedom of fear as some thought it was simply thr ability to overcome it.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2016 15:11:53 GMT -8
"You come into my home and threaten my children! I care not what you seek - you should NEVER have come near my children! IF YOU GIVE A DAMN FOR YOUR PATHETIC LIFE, GET OUT!" she roars, rushing forward with a massive claw lashing out with every intent to flatten him to the ground. He had best move, and would likely find himself with a series of attempted swipes in his wake as she would continue to charge after him with every intent to crush him to the ground or in her claws.
"GET OUT!!!"
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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 15:19:54 GMT -8
The claws come in fast and hard. Each blow sufficient to rend a man in twain. Still creatures of considerable mass such as dragons have slow recovery times, changing the direction of that much mass was never a quick process. Even if magic let then be quicker than they should be.
"I threatened no one."
Averin shouts as he dances to the side narrowly dodging the claws. He isn't taking advantage of his enhanced speed yet, instead he watches and waits. When their is a pause in the attacks as the dragon pulls back her claw he lashes out. An Dlí coming in to bite at the scales of her talon. The unnaturally sharp blade should pass through the scales with ease, the chill it is producing would run through the dragons body as the blood around any wound freezes.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2016 15:34:23 GMT -8
Feeling the pierce and the burn from the sudden freeze would cause the beast to shriek and roar in a mixture of pain and fury. Her forepaw reared away from the blade, claws curling up as she felt the pain through the nerves of her arm.
"GET OUT!!!" she roars, making the very mountain rumble. Her claw lashes forward again, this time in a wide swiping arc that would likely send him flying across the cavern into the wall - further away from the nest. Assuming he would be relocated in such a manner, she would move her body to ensure she stood between the human monster and her young - which were crying and near panicking in the nest, with Ith taking solace in huggling his toy close with all four paws.
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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 16:29:11 GMT -8
Averin saw the claw coming. She reared back in pain and that had given him plenty of time to prepare. As the claw came in a wide swipe he threw himself to the ground, rolling under it. He can feel the air move above him as the massive appendage barely misses him. What the hell was he doing? He springs to his feet as the dragoness retreats, sword cocked back and ready to strike.
The made an interesting tableau, something almost from a story book. Averin in gleaming silver plate, black sword poised ready behind him. The dragoness across her anger palpable, it should have been heroic. It wasn't though, because behind her were eight hatchlings quivering in fear. There was no villain and no hero in this story, only two being doing what they needed to do to protect those they held dear.
Part of Averin wants to flee, to plan this out, to come back later. He didn't think it would work though. He would never have a better opportunity than the one he just ruined. The fate of four races was in his hands, he could not leave without the artifact. The dragons words thunder and Averin grits his teeth. Damn that was loud and his improved hearing made it worse.
"HEAR ME DRAGON. I AM AVERIN ARACH, OF THE HOUSE ARACH, HEIR TO THE THRONE OF ALBAN. I DO NOT WISH TO HARM YOU AND YOURS, BUT NEITHER CAN I LEAVE. NOT WITHOUT THE ROD YOUR CHILD HOLD, IT IS AN ARTIFACT OF THE FAE AND IT BELONGS TO THEM. I AM CHARGED TO BRING IT BACK TO AVERT DISASTER. GIVE IT TO ME AND I WILL LEAVE, BUT PRESS ME AND I WILL FIGHT. WILL YOU RISK THAT? WILL YOU RISK YOUR CHILDREN IN A NEEDLESS CONFLICT?"
Averin booms back at the dragon nowhere near as loud, but just as fierce. He was a king, he was a knight, he was an Arach. His bloodline took the name because they had been dragon slayers before they had been kings. He begins to gather power with the fae ring. Preparing a simple bit of druidry he had learned with practice. A hairline fracture forms in the ground before him.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2016 16:41:36 GMT -8
The dragon went surprisingly still as his voice boomed out - a human of authority, this one. A moment of silence followed as things settled, and then she snarled to him in response.
"You, who have the gall to enter my home, dare bark at me?! To kill you will be no risk! If you value your pitiful little life, lost king, then get out! I will not take from my children! If you are as heartless as the rest of your miserable kind, then I invite you to try and take his toy! Greedy, selfish monster!" she roars, slamming her tail to the ground to make everything shake.
Somewhere, in the tense stand off, Ith would take up his favorite play thing and start to dart off for the exit of the cavern - unbeknownst to his mother.
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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 16:55:59 GMT -8
"That item your hatchling uses as a toy, is an irreplaceable artifact to the fae. You would damn four races to continued bloody war, for an item you could find a replacement for? You would do this and call me the selfish monster? Do not test me dragon, I have come too far and faced too much to fail here."
Averin's voice is hard and unyielding. His focus is so fixated on the massive dragon he doesn't notice Ith moving. He continues to gather power with the ring, the fissure in the ground before him widening. His fear is held in a choke hold, though it struggles to escape. What was he doing? This creature could make the ground shakes with a strike of it's tail, he couldn't face it! He couldn't kill it, he probably couldn't even wound it. But... he had hurt it, he could do this, gods help him he could.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2016 17:02:38 GMT -8
The dragon was growing more rageful by the second, and the flickers of flame dancing around her teeth were growing bigger and hotter. Things were looking grim.
"How DARE you...! HOW DARE YOU!" she shrieks, suddenly shoving forward in a quick dart with every intent to slam the top of her horned skull into him and him into the wall. To say she was pissed was an understatement.
Despite what was happening, Ith appeared at the open mouth of the cave and dropped the item at his own feet. He was terrified, but his mother was angry. She just wanted the bad human gone. He looks back into the den at the bad man, obviously scared but yet he stood somewhat tall for his tiny form. "H-Hey! M-M-Meanie!"
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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 17:19:34 GMT -8
The dragon did not attack how Averin thought it would. He had been expecting a gout of flame, not a headbutt. Still roll with the punches, in this case literally roll. He unleashed the spell he had prepared and a gyser of water burst from the floor. He darted forward and to the left swinging An Dli through the water freezing it. Instead of empty space her head would most likely collide with a nearly solid wall of ice. She would likely break through it, but the unexpected blow to the head should leave her dazed.
Even as the water froze he came down into a roll before spring to his feet. Thanks to the increased speed from the blood magic he had dodged her attack entirely. If the ice wall tricked worked as he planned the dragon would be dazed and her neck left exposed. The next moves assume that Averin's ploy was successful and the dragon was to addled to respond immediately.
Averin would dart in brining An Dli down in a powerful two handed chop, or rather he would start the chop. However, his blade would freeze a mere hands breadth from the scales of her neck. He had stopped at the Hatchlings words, he had stopped because they made him realize what he had been about to do. Averin would slowly tap the side of his blade to her neck, let her feel the chill of the sword. If the dragoness was intelligent she would know that in that moment he could have dealt a mortal blow, but chose not to. He would then retreat stepping back sword still at the ready, but his eyes would flick to Ith.
"I don't think calling me meanie is fair."
Averin forces levity into his voice. Damnation, but he was bad with kids.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2016 17:31:06 GMT -8
The ice wall, indeed, shatter like glass with the force of her strike - though a dazed result was less than likely. She already had a hard head in more than one sense, and was prepared to bash her skull into the stone wall. The sense of a stun was only for just a moment, and as his sword came down her head would be turning with intent to shove him aside and protect her neck.
But that didn't come to pass as she heard her little one yell, and she saw him standing in a very precarious position poised at the entrance to their home - where any predator could snatch him up. She froze, watching him warily, and only snarled when the blade tapped her neck - the sound vibrating through her entire body.
Ith watched with wide eyes, as the human almost beheaded his mother... the horrified expression in his gaze would be enough to crush the hearts of most. But he sniffles and refuses to cry. "... y-you leave..." He snatches up the end of the rod and spins in place, suddenly releasing it and sending it sailing out of the tunnel and well into the desecrated forests just down the short climb from his home. When it disappears from sight, the tiny creature turns to glare at Averin with hate. He waits for the man to move in his direction.
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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 18:23:51 GMT -8
Averin keeps one eye on the hatchling, the other on the dragoness. When the rod is flung from the cave if lets out a breath. This worked, he begins to slowly making his way out of the cave. His eyes never leave the dragoness as he goes. When is at the mouth of the cave he pauses next to the litte one.
"I am sorry that this happened the way it did. I only want to save lives, I had no desire to harm you or your mother. You did a brave thing, thank you."
With that, assuming the dragoness didn't try and kill him again, he would salute her, sheath his blade and take off at a run. The ring would guide him to the artifact. Once it was in hand he would make his way back to Scáth’leann, with all the speed he can muster.
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Keld, The Fate Weaver
Established
Roleplay posts: 42
Age: Let's see what the dice say.
Physical Description: Not the most imposing figure when it comes to height at five foot nine, Keld never the less leaves an impression. This is mostly due to his penchant for wandering around in a combination of plate and a robe with a metal mask. His choice of dress gives him a slightly sinister and mysterious aura which he encourages by speaking like a mystic.
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Clothes and Equipment: Deck of cards, plate armor, crimson robe, coin purse that holds a suspicious amount.
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Registered: May 27, 2016 16:33:55 GMT -8
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Post by Keld, The Fate Weaver on Aug 21, 2016 17:03:29 GMT -8
Keld and Sir Cairex Forgepyre made there to the dragons run. They had been unmolested against all odds. Imagine that. It had taken a lot of Keld's strength to manipulate probability to avoid attack. Though the wolf pack also helped keep things at bay. Still he didn't know if there luck would hold in the run. The odds of dragon attack were rising quickly. "Let's get to that den and get out."
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Sir Cairex Forgepyre
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 23
Physical Description: Wolf - stature of a large grey wolf, mottled patches of darker grey and black mingle in with a lighter grey coat. A single black patch of fur surrounds the blue eye, while the brown eye is surrounded by the light grey color. Teeth are sharp and well maintained, just like his claws.
Hybrid - His most common form, his coloring perfectly matches the wolf form. This form stands around 7ft tall, weighs nearly 330 lbs, with a fairly long tail.
Human- only used when interacting amongst civilized society, he is tall for a human, around 6'3" and about 210lbs. His long hair matches the grey and black coloring of his wolf fur, and the only distinguishing feature is his canine eyes and elongated canines.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing - Cairex now wears a custom suit of armor, enchanted so that it will resize as he does, providing his already formidable wolf forms with substantial armor that is lightweight but strong, akin to mithril in both strength and weight.
Equipment - A good sized bastard sword and a small dagger are his only weapons, plus teeth and claws.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 8:02:28 GMT -8
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Post by Sir Cairex Forgepyre on Aug 23, 2016 1:45:43 GMT -8
Cairex was a tad disappointed that nothing had occurred, but not overly surprised. They had moved quickly, and the pack of wolves was an intimidatimg target for any creature of the Wyld to go after.
"We can't rush this. It may prove difficult to locate whomever was behind this, and if we rush the hunt we may lose our prey. I do agree that we should make all haste to the Den though, no telling what manner of dragons makes its home around here."
He remembered that he had seen goblins, trolls, and giants near Scath'lean, and drew his sword. Such creatures enjoyed inhabiting the dens of their betters, and it would pay to be vigilant.
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Owein Raic'Leach
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 48
Physical Description: An even six feet tall, Owein is a sturdily-built man with weathered features that make him appear older than his years. He has a strong jaw that descends to a firm chin, which is covered by a mustache-goatee that comes to a point, composed of brown hair threaded with silver hair - much like the hair atop his head, which he keeps trimmed to just about shoulder-length. His eyes are a deep steely grey, filled with a wisdom beyond his age. He usually wears a perpetual scowl.
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Clothes and Equipment: For the most part, Owein wears a set of intricate clothing in browns and reds. Red breeches are tucked into brown boots that fall just short of his knees. Into these breeches is tucked a brown tunic, with a red long-sleeved shirt beneath. At his waist he wears a red sash which serves as a belt, onto which are attached a number of pouches, that hold various alchemical and spell items. And over top it all he wears a long-sleeved red robe with hardened shoulders and intricate golden scrollwork at the shoulders, hem, and cuffs. The shoulders are actually made of red dragon hide, to ward against magical attacks, and the golden scrollwork carries enchantments. Around his neck is a long red scarf, that hides a nasty scar on his throat. He always carries with him a tall staff made of an odd opalescent white wood, that is carved at the top into an intricate, twisting shape reminiscent of dragons.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 14, 2016 14:36:28 GMT -8
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Post by Owein Raic'Leach on Aug 24, 2016 17:31:58 GMT -8
Owein's voice would abruptly resonate from a small, red crystal pin that had been stuck onto Keld's robes.
"Keld, it's Owein. We have some new information. The little dragon Ith claims that there's a wizard living in the Run, near his den. Some fellow named Catherwane. Be on the lookout, and be cautious - we don't know what this bastard is capable of, but the general consensus is that he's the one who put the rock in the little thing and turned it into a murderous monstrosity. Kill him only if you have no other choice. We want him alive for questioning if at all possible. Keep me posted on your progress."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2016 8:37:57 GMT -8
The cavern mouth would be easily found, just a short climb up a rocky slope and running into the mountain. The den was shallow... and nothing lived within. The only thing that remained in the den were the rotting remains of a large, red scaled dragon - having been killed with her throat and belly sliced wide open - and a number of seven youngling dragons scattered about with a few in the nest... every single one killed in a number of ways. The only live inhabitants of the cavern were the bugs and maggots feeding on the remains.
Any sign of anything coming and/or going from the cavern had been weathered away in time - it was apparent the fight here was old, and tracks were nonexistent.
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Keld, The Fate Weaver
Established
Roleplay posts: 42
Age: Let's see what the dice say.
Physical Description: Not the most imposing figure when it comes to height at five foot nine, Keld never the less leaves an impression. This is mostly due to his penchant for wandering around in a combination of plate and a robe with a metal mask. His choice of dress gives him a slightly sinister and mysterious aura which he encourages by speaking like a mystic.
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Clothes and Equipment: Deck of cards, plate armor, crimson robe, coin purse that holds a suspicious amount.
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Post by Keld, The Fate Weaver on Aug 29, 2016 7:39:02 GMT -8
"As you say Master Raic'Leach."
Keld sends back to the man as he enters the cave. The mage gags at the site before him. To see the mighty dragon dead was oddly heart breaking, but not something that would haunt him. After all in his life time in Avelius there had been a few dragon attacks. He'd learned to fear and hate the creatures that could so easily destroy so many lives. Yet he could still admit they held a strange beauty and seeing one dead like this was odd. What did tear apart his heart was the youngling dragons butchered brutally. Maggots crawling through their flesh. Seeing young of any race dead was distressing. Even from a race as feared as the dragons. Turning to Cairex Keld mutters hatefully.
"There is a cave nearby. The man who did this may be inside. We are to capture him if possible, but if not."
Keld doesn't finish the thought. It was obvious what they would do. And after seeing this Keld would do it with no hesitation.
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Sir Cairex Forgepyre
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 23
Physical Description: Wolf - stature of a large grey wolf, mottled patches of darker grey and black mingle in with a lighter grey coat. A single black patch of fur surrounds the blue eye, while the brown eye is surrounded by the light grey color. Teeth are sharp and well maintained, just like his claws.
Hybrid - His most common form, his coloring perfectly matches the wolf form. This form stands around 7ft tall, weighs nearly 330 lbs, with a fairly long tail.
Human- only used when interacting amongst civilized society, he is tall for a human, around 6'3" and about 210lbs. His long hair matches the grey and black coloring of his wolf fur, and the only distinguishing feature is his canine eyes and elongated canines.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing - Cairex now wears a custom suit of armor, enchanted so that it will resize as he does, providing his already formidable wolf forms with substantial armor that is lightweight but strong, akin to mithril in both strength and weight.
Equipment - A good sized bastard sword and a small dagger are his only weapons, plus teeth and claws.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 8:02:28 GMT -8
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Post by Sir Cairex Forgepyre on Aug 29, 2016 13:25:42 GMT -8
The sight of the slaughtered dragon did not provoke a physical reaction from the werewolf save for the wrinkling of his nose at the smell, which was nauseating to the point of being almost unbearable for the wolf's sensitive nose. Even his pack would not enter the lair, either due to the strong smell or the lingering scent of the now dead dragon.
It was a shame that such a magnificent creature had been killed, and the slughter of its helpless children was absolutely disgusting. Whoever did this was unlikely to find much mercy from either of them.
"I almost hope it is not possible to capture him. How many pieces of him would they like to interrogate?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2016 19:18:40 GMT -8
There would be nothing of value or any clues to be had in the cavern that stank of death and sorrow.
The sought cavern would be within a couple of miles of the den they found, burrowing down well into the earth like a badger's den but large enough for even an adolescent dragon to live with little issue - the entrance hidden from view within a dense fallout of burnt and withered trees. One would have to look for it - stumbling across it was unlikely.
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Keld, The Fate Weaver
Established
Roleplay posts: 42
Age: Let's see what the dice say.
Physical Description: Not the most imposing figure when it comes to height at five foot nine, Keld never the less leaves an impression. This is mostly due to his penchant for wandering around in a combination of plate and a robe with a metal mask. His choice of dress gives him a slightly sinister and mysterious aura which he encourages by speaking like a mystic.
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Clothes and Equipment: Deck of cards, plate armor, crimson robe, coin purse that holds a suspicious amount.
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Registered: May 27, 2016 16:33:55 GMT -8
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Post by Keld, The Fate Weaver on Sept 4, 2016 7:17:54 GMT -8
It took Keld a few minutes but he located the entrance. Practically stumbling atop it, but that was just a by product of his magic. He knew what he was looking for, so he tweaked the possibility of finding it. Still it took a bit of time. When he located it, the mage would call Cairex over.
"After you sir knight."
The mage would say with a wave of his hand.
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Sir Cairex Forgepyre
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 23
Physical Description: Wolf - stature of a large grey wolf, mottled patches of darker grey and black mingle in with a lighter grey coat. A single black patch of fur surrounds the blue eye, while the brown eye is surrounded by the light grey color. Teeth are sharp and well maintained, just like his claws.
Hybrid - His most common form, his coloring perfectly matches the wolf form. This form stands around 7ft tall, weighs nearly 330 lbs, with a fairly long tail.
Human- only used when interacting amongst civilized society, he is tall for a human, around 6'3" and about 210lbs. His long hair matches the grey and black coloring of his wolf fur, and the only distinguishing feature is his canine eyes and elongated canines.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing - Cairex now wears a custom suit of armor, enchanted so that it will resize as he does, providing his already formidable wolf forms with substantial armor that is lightweight but strong, akin to mithril in both strength and weight.
Equipment - A good sized bastard sword and a small dagger are his only weapons, plus teeth and claws.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 8:02:28 GMT -8
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Post by Sir Cairex Forgepyre on Sept 5, 2016 13:36:10 GMT -8
Cairex was more than happy to lead the way into the cavern. Having a mage behind him was always preferred so as long as that mage had good aim and wouldn't hit him in the back with a fireball or lightning bolt. He drew the sword and kept it at the ready, leaving the wolf pack at the entrance to keep anything unwanted from entering...or at least to provide a warning of such an event occurring.
"Good work finding the entrance," he whispered, "now let's find us a mage."
He kept his ears and nose as alert as his eyes, in the potential darkness of the cave his ears and nose would provide him far more information than his eyes would, and that could be the difference between life and death.
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