Wedge
Established
Roleplay posts: 46
Age: 35
Clothes and Equipment: Plate armor, including helm.
Registered: Feb 26, 2016 0:37:23 GMT -8
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Post by Wedge on Feb 26, 2016 19:15:22 GMT -8
Wedge was sheet-white. He dared not look at the dragon. Erich had stumbled into an awkward moment.
"Don't. Look. Up. Just step outside... very slowly..." he almost whispered in caution, petrified.
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Deleted
Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 8, 2024 4:49:07 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2016 19:25:58 GMT -8
The warrior nodded and backed out from the chapel with the caution of an elephant. He would await orders from Wedge outside. Until then, he remained at attention beside the door.
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Wedge
Established
Roleplay posts: 46
Age: 35
Clothes and Equipment: Plate armor, including helm.
Registered: Feb 26, 2016 0:37:23 GMT -8
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Post by Wedge on Feb 26, 2016 19:36:53 GMT -8
(I posted in the streets thread. Join me there.)
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Umbra the Dragonling
Committed
Roleplay posts: 66
Age: 20
Physical Description: In his Dragon form, Umbra takes the form of a soot-black young dragon, whose eyes shimmer green like mad emeralds. His wings were broken long ago, but any external injuries have healed. Nevertheless, his wings are extremely sensitive and he winces at the touch.
Human form Umbra looks like a young adult boy, with dark hair and similarly green eyes.
Source for human-form Umbra:
http://imgur.com/a/twqX9
Source for dragon-form Umbra:
https://i.imgur.com/WhWVbxP
Clothes and Equipment: Human-form umbra wears dark leather pants and trendy dark shoes. He leaves his upper body bare, save for elaborate tattoos.
Registered: Nov 27, 2015 0:04:11 GMT -8
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Post by Umbra the Dragonling on Feb 29, 2016 1:58:49 GMT -8
Having been left alone, Umbra fell fast asleep. He dreamt of a world where everyone else was ants and other small insects and he was armed with a giant boot and a magnifying glass.
Come morning, he was woken by the commotion of the hustle and bustle outside. He descended reluctantly, and assumed a human form before stepping outside. From the inner sanctum, he found a white robe, possibly a one worn by priest of whichever religion abused children in this land. Umbra wore the garment so it would cover most of his body and face before exiting.
[Exit to streets and alleyways]
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Umbra the Dragonling
Committed
Roleplay posts: 66
Age: 20
Physical Description: In his Dragon form, Umbra takes the form of a soot-black young dragon, whose eyes shimmer green like mad emeralds. His wings were broken long ago, but any external injuries have healed. Nevertheless, his wings are extremely sensitive and he winces at the touch.
Human form Umbra looks like a young adult boy, with dark hair and similarly green eyes.
Source for human-form Umbra:
http://imgur.com/a/twqX9
Source for dragon-form Umbra:
https://i.imgur.com/WhWVbxP
Clothes and Equipment: Human-form umbra wears dark leather pants and trendy dark shoes. He leaves his upper body bare, save for elaborate tattoos.
Registered: Nov 27, 2015 0:04:11 GMT -8
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Post by Umbra the Dragonling on Mar 3, 2016 0:19:23 GMT -8
A cardboard sign was hanged besides the large doors leading inside the chapel. It reads:
Indulgences 4 sale. Buy two, and confess your sins for free!
(I also do sermons, fortune telling, and birthday parties for children ages 6 and up)
-Totes Legit Vicar Umbra Umbreon
Uhh... Mike
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Umbra the Dragonling
Committed
Roleplay posts: 66
Age: 20
Physical Description: In his Dragon form, Umbra takes the form of a soot-black young dragon, whose eyes shimmer green like mad emeralds. His wings were broken long ago, but any external injuries have healed. Nevertheless, his wings are extremely sensitive and he winces at the touch.
Human form Umbra looks like a young adult boy, with dark hair and similarly green eyes.
Source for human-form Umbra:
http://imgur.com/a/twqX9
Source for dragon-form Umbra:
https://i.imgur.com/WhWVbxP
Clothes and Equipment: Human-form umbra wears dark leather pants and trendy dark shoes. He leaves his upper body bare, save for elaborate tattoos.
Registered: Nov 27, 2015 0:04:11 GMT -8
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Post by Umbra the Dragonling on Mar 11, 2016 16:03:41 GMT -8
It had been a while since 'Mike' had hung the sign on the door. Maybe it was the font? The lexis? The fact that nearly all the stained glass windows had been broken with small rocks? Whatever the reason, business wasn’t blooming. God this is dull... Hiding in plain sight seemed to be working. At least for the moment. The majority of the Goraian troops were still hunting the rebels around New Brigade. This would be the ideal moment to slip out the city, country even! But… Eh…The Human-formed dragonling was tossing an apple from one hand to the other as he sat on the altar. He wasn’t particularly hungry, he just stole it from a nearby stall out of boredom. Besides, eating apples makes you look like an asshole, he figured and tossed the fruit out a window with a mighty swoosh. Something wasn’t right with these people. Had the regime diminished the meaning of religion? “Maybe these people are into superstitions. Black cats, voodoo dolls…” I’m gonna have to change my approach, perhaps... Umbra started pacing in front of the altar impatiently, trying to jog his brain. After a while he took a couple dance steps. The clogs he swiped from that cripple made a nice sound on the chapel floor. He snapped his fingers in sync as he found a pleasing rhythm. He started humming a tune he heard a street urchin sing, “She’s into superstitions, Black cats and voodoo dolls. I feel a premonition: That girl's gonna make me fall.”
Umbra jumped down from the podium, landing with a slide. He started dancing down the aisle, swaying his hips.
"She's into new sensations, new kicks in the candle light. (Umbra snapped his fingers, a chandelier nearby lit aflame) She's got a new addiction for every day and night.”
“She make you take your clothes off and go dancing in the rain (The priest’s robe was tossed to the furthermost corner of the room. He wasn’t singing anymore, he was bellowing.) She’ll make you live her crazy life but she’ll take away your pain..." (He jumped onto the pew, striking a dramatic pose)
(It was at this moment he realised how immaturely he was acting. Also, that he was in a world of trouble if a curious peasant would wander in right about now.)
"Like an ARROW THROUGH your BRAAAAIN! He belted out the chorus a couple of times (Uuuuupsiiide Iiiiinsiiiide out!), knocking over more than half of the rows as he pounced from one bench to the next.
When he was finished, he was so exhausted he could barely stand. He retrieved the robe and faceplanted to the marble floor. He would sleep soundly for roughly 19 hours.
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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 15, 2016 6:34:04 GMT -8
The Goraian dragon Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui was flying nearby... in fact, it seemed as I'd he was headed straight for the Chapel. He was not clad in armor unlike the other times he'd been spotted with Goraia, but he sure was looking for something.
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Umbra the Dragonling
Committed
Roleplay posts: 66
Age: 20
Physical Description: In his Dragon form, Umbra takes the form of a soot-black young dragon, whose eyes shimmer green like mad emeralds. His wings were broken long ago, but any external injuries have healed. Nevertheless, his wings are extremely sensitive and he winces at the touch.
Human form Umbra looks like a young adult boy, with dark hair and similarly green eyes.
Source for human-form Umbra:
http://imgur.com/a/twqX9
Source for dragon-form Umbra:
https://i.imgur.com/WhWVbxP
Clothes and Equipment: Human-form umbra wears dark leather pants and trendy dark shoes. He leaves his upper body bare, save for elaborate tattoos.
Registered: Nov 27, 2015 0:04:11 GMT -8
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Post by Umbra the Dragonling on Mar 15, 2016 8:00:01 GMT -8
Umbra lies on the chapel floor in a near-comatose state. He is completely obvious to whatever is happening around him.
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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 15, 2016 8:55:35 GMT -8
Umbra lies on the chapel floor in a near-comatose state. He is completely obvious to whatever is happening around him. Seeing as either Umbra the Dragonling was either dead, unconscious, drugged, or in a coma a lying on the floor, Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui attempted to fly as close as possible while staying quiet (as much as possible for a dragon of his size) and began casting a spell on Umbra the Dragonling before he could realize what was happening. "Thirku spical, leor wer arcaniss rionib!"
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Umbra the Dragonling
Committed
Roleplay posts: 66
Age: 20
Physical Description: In his Dragon form, Umbra takes the form of a soot-black young dragon, whose eyes shimmer green like mad emeralds. His wings were broken long ago, but any external injuries have healed. Nevertheless, his wings are extremely sensitive and he winces at the touch.
Human form Umbra looks like a young adult boy, with dark hair and similarly green eyes.
Source for human-form Umbra:
http://imgur.com/a/twqX9
Source for dragon-form Umbra:
https://i.imgur.com/WhWVbxP
Clothes and Equipment: Human-form umbra wears dark leather pants and trendy dark shoes. He leaves his upper body bare, save for elaborate tattoos.
Registered: Nov 27, 2015 0:04:11 GMT -8
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Post by Umbra the Dragonling on Mar 15, 2016 12:09:31 GMT -8
Against his will, Umbra was forced to revert to his original form. The process was swift, but not entirely pleasant. His wings tore holes in the robe as they penetrated the cloth. When he realised what was happening, the metamorphosis was almost already complete. No. NO! He looked at his hands, the claws were already penetrating through his skin. I don't want... Who is doing this!?Shifting his face upwards, he bared his teeth at the interloper, green eyes burning with disdain. Despite being many times his size, Umbra wasn't scared of Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui, or at least wasn't showing that he was. "This is my nest, elder." His voice was dripping with bitterness. "You're trespassing."
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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 15, 2016 14:51:02 GMT -8
Against his will, Umbra was forced to revert to his original form. The process was swift, but not entirely pleasant. His wings tore holes in the robe as they penetrated the cloth. When he realised what was happening, the metamorphosis was almost already complete. No. NO! He looked at his hands, the claws were already penetrating through his skin. I don't want... Who is doing this!?Shifting his face upwards, he bared his teeth at the interloper, green eyes burning with disdain. Despite being many times his size, Umbra wasn't scared of Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui , or at least wasn't showing that he was. "This is my nest, elder." His voice was dripping with bitterness. "You're trespassing." Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui smirked as the smaller dragon became filled with anger, he was so primitive, trying to keep himself hidden and concealed among the humans. It may have fooled them, but Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui had known and so did the Orb of Judgement. However, the Orb had seen what use Umbra the Dragonling could become to them, and Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui happened to be the one to carry out the plan. He looked down at the tiny dragon, "Here I was thinking you'd be smarter than that, shame on me." Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui 's maw opened wide and a (hopefully) non-lethal bolt arced towards Umbra the Dragonling , hoping to incapacitate the youngling. "You are coming with me, dead or alive."
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Umbra the Dragonling
Committed
Roleplay posts: 66
Age: 20
Physical Description: In his Dragon form, Umbra takes the form of a soot-black young dragon, whose eyes shimmer green like mad emeralds. His wings were broken long ago, but any external injuries have healed. Nevertheless, his wings are extremely sensitive and he winces at the touch.
Human form Umbra looks like a young adult boy, with dark hair and similarly green eyes.
Source for human-form Umbra:
http://imgur.com/a/twqX9
Source for dragon-form Umbra:
https://i.imgur.com/WhWVbxP
Clothes and Equipment: Human-form umbra wears dark leather pants and trendy dark shoes. He leaves his upper body bare, save for elaborate tattoos.
Registered: Nov 27, 2015 0:04:11 GMT -8
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Post by Umbra the Dragonling on Mar 16, 2016 5:20:50 GMT -8
As the bigger dragon began charging, Umbra the Dragonling moved to dodge, but it was already too late. The electricity scorched his side, and he cried out in pain.
"That... Fucking... Hurt!" He gave Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui a look like he was going to bust both his sides, but the lizardly eyelids closed and he fell to the floor (again), incapacitated.
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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 16, 2016 6:08:30 GMT -8
As the bigger dragon began charging, Umbra the Dragonling moved to dodge, but it was already too late. The electricity scorched his side, and he cried out in pain.
"That... Fucking... Hurt!" He gave Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui a look like he was going to bust both his sides, but the lizardly eyelids closed and he fell to the floor (again), incapacitated. Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui watched as his lightning struck and Umbra the Dragonling fell back onto the ground, slumped unconscious. "Hmmph, how ill-raised, cursing me before we've even had a proper introduction. You really do need my help."The storm dragon snatched up the youngster's limp body midflight with one claw and hauled him towards Lumbek, where his new child could properly rest and be correctly educated... [Exit]
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 8, 2024 4:49:07 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on May 26, 2016 6:32:25 GMT -8
The svelte and black clad figure, in her heeled boots and thigh-long coat, approached the Stonevale Chapel and paused on its steps. It looked derelict, and when she glanced over her shoulder, the people of Stonevale seemed to be ignoring its very existence. She saw a ragged sign hung outside and reached out with a black-gloved hand to read it.
A small smirk curved her lips, and without much ado, she stepped inside of the chapel.
It was a mess inside. Pews knocked everywhere, candles used at target practice, the windows broken in places as if things had been tossed from them. The echo of her heels rang up and down the pews to the very altar at its end. When the beautiful woman had reached its end, she reached out and slid a gloved finger over its edge and came away with dust.
"Hm," she said to herself, glancing up to the ceiling where chandeliers hung -- or once hung.
She moved towards the inlets in the walls, little coves where people before could pray in private, an angel to watch over them. The statues of such things looked oddly macabre now, run down, dirty, cracked and broken. It was a physical example of a loss of hope, which amused Zaiyandorel greatly.
Circled back towards the front doors, she took one more look at the abandoned innards of the chapel, and then tuned on her heel and left through the front doors. For curiosity sake, she'd look into the tax matters of owning such a place. After all, no industry made as much money with so little effort as the religious industry did.
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