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Post by Fires of Trogdor on Apr 7, 2016 15:36:52 GMT -8
Part of the Forgotten Usque and just outside the eastern boarder of Goraia a fire rages.  The wildfire had been started by Trogdor, but was not left unattended while the dragon concentrated on pushing the blaze into the Usque ar Ñalma. Who knows how long the fire would burn if not attended to? |
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Post by Storm of Trogdor on Apr 7, 2016 20:41:10 GMT -8
The Storm accumulating above the forest had been released. All at once the pressurized cold air that had been building up behind Trogdor's magical barrier had been released. Stronger then hurricane force winds raged forth at speeds up to 300 miles hour. The frigid air cut through hot with violent ease, ripping up burning earth and trees in it's path. The fires became supercharged and began to eat the forest like it was dry tinder. The air kept on pouring out of the east fueling the forest fire to greater and greater extremes. |
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Post by Fires of Trogdor on Apr 7, 2016 20:41:57 GMT -8
Soon a great fall of fire, hundreds of feet high was rolling across the densely wooded hills. The heatwave pushed before the cold front would be hot enough to melt flesh. Smoke, ash, and earth billowed into the sky in a miasma of death. The noise of exploding trees and moving air was deafening. The wave of fiery death was quickly expanding the entire width of the Forgotten Usque as it progressed towards the Goraian border.
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Trogdor
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 220 
Physical Description: Red scales on the back with a white stomach. Spiked head and ridge.
Age: 1042
Length: 60ft
Color: Red scales with a lighter stomach.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: claws, fire, and jaws.
Registered: Apr 21, 2015 9:34:10 GMT -8
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Post by Trogdor on Jan 9, 2017 21:16:23 GMT -8
With the destruction of his rider, Trogdor was left broken once again. Ever since coming to this land each aspiration had been met with bitter defeat. Zephidel thwarted him before taking Medan for himself, leaving Trogdor consumed by rage. Fenris had invaded and destroyed his lair, before mutilating the dragon and causing his rage to turn to insanity. When the beast attempted to overpower Zaltos, the phoenix had chained the dragon and overwhelmed his mind with the awesome power of the golden fire. With the healing forces of the phoenix gone and the splitting of his mind from rider, Trogdor fell into a deeper madness then ever before.
Consumed by a migraine the beast writhed in the ashes of the Forgotton Usque. "Kill, Burn, Suffer!" The old mantra returned. The three words were repeated over and over in some vain attempt to hold onto some form of consciousness. Had his mind not been split the dragon might have been able to harness the rage. As it was Trogdor had lost his connection to magic. The crazed creature no longer had a reason to live; no direction to funnel his hatred; nothing to blame the caustic emotion on. Yet, instinct kept the dragon alive. Some pride remained. Trogdor would rather live in agony then die.
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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 Jan 10, 2017 5:31:00 GMT -8
Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui certainly knew the smell of ash and the power of rage, for he was known to occasionally bring it with him. Trogdor could be sensed on his grounds, even though this part of the Usque was blackened from flame and otherwise lifeless, it was still not Trogdor's land. While Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui was never known to welcome trespassers of any kind, he knew that trying to fight Trogdor here would would only result in more destruction of the magical forest and possibly the death of a fellow dragon. He began to descend from the heavens, parting clouds that were in his path. He searched from a high altitude for where the red dragon may have been presently positioned.
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Trogdor
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 220
Physical Description: Red scales on the back with a white stomach. Spiked head and ridge.
Age: 1042
Length: 60ft
Color: Red scales with a lighter stomach.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: claws, fire, and jaws.
Registered: Apr 21, 2015 9:34:10 GMT -8
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Post by Trogdor on Jan 10, 2017 12:59:02 GMT -8
In the depths of his agony Trogdor did not notice the approach of the storm dragon. When the blue dragon came within his sight, Trogdor quit his thrashing and growled menacingly. He bared his teeth half spread his wings in order to leap into action at the first sign of danger. The only other movement he made was a slow crawl backwards.
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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 Jan 12, 2017 12:20:17 GMT -8
In the depths of his agony Trogdor did not notice the approach of the storm dragon. When the blue dragon came within his sight, Trogdor quit his thrashing and growled menacingly. He bared his teeth half spread his wings in order to leap into action at the first sign of danger. The only other movement he made was a slow crawl backwards. saw Trogdor, and in response, flew down closer to him. He stayed flying above him, but out of his lunging range in case he had any bright ideas. Something was off, Trogdor was playing defensive by crawling backwards. Either he was weak, or he had found something very valuable that he didn't want anyone else having. Booming down from above Trogdor, he called out to the red dragon. "You trespass on my territory, Ir svaust dronilnric Ixen, I have never been known to forgive trespassers and surely you should know that. And thus, I wonder why you are present here, do you wish to seek vengeance on me, or make peace and surrender your pride to me?"Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui glared down on his foe, hopefully he had learned his lesson the last time they fought. He wasn't equipped, healed nor in the mood to duel right now, but if it was necessary, he could do so. Still cautious, he repeatedly flapped his wings to keep his distance as he waited Trogdor's response, whether it was verbal or physical. |
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Registered: May 20, 2024 7:30:20 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2017 14:40:09 GMT -8
Unbeknownst to the two, a small woman barely standing 3 feet in height crept closer to the battle ready to be waged. In her hands was a large tome, filled to the brim with notes. As if the two massive dragons were but kittens, she nonchalantly sat down on a nearby rock and observed them quietly, pushing up her glasses and writing down notes every once in a while.
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Trogdor
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 220
Physical Description: Red scales on the back with a white stomach. Spiked head and ridge.
Age: 1042
Length: 60ft
Color: Red scales with a lighter stomach.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: claws, fire, and jaws.
Registered: Apr 21, 2015 9:34:10 GMT -8
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Post by Trogdor on Jan 13, 2017 18:26:48 GMT -8
" I know nothing of forgiveness or peace." The words came in a throaty growl. The fire dragon ceased its nervous craw backwards and lowered his head to the ground. Large red eyes lost focus, the pupils dilated. The beasts eyes began to whirl and the head started thrashing about in the ash wildly. Trogdor's temporary concentrated sanity lapsed leaving him in the clutches of pain. The throbbing split in his head threatened to tear his mind apart driving him completely insane. In an attempt to release the agony the dragon let out a terrifying roar, that was sure to scare any lesser being away (@quis). Coming back to his senses Trogdor leaped away from Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui, "I will not surrender to the bitch of a larger fire dragon. It was Fundor Eater of Sheep who met my flames head on. I remember you retreating." The fire dragon lowered his head and growled, temporarily maintaining sanity. With a tone of mockery, "Ir svaust wiilirkic, Ixen." |
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Registered: May 20, 2024 7:30:20 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2017 20:04:47 GMT -8
Rather than scare her away, Quis seemed more interested due to the roar, letting out a grunt of interest as she continued to write and observe the two dragons. She wasn't going to run from her research, but she certainly wouldn't get involved in their quarrel, whatever it may be.
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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 Jan 18, 2017 17:07:30 GMT -8
" I know nothing of forgiveness or peace." The words came in a throaty growl. The fire dragon ceased its nervous craw backwards and lowered his head to the ground. Large red eyes lost focus, the pupils dilated. The beasts eyes began to whirl and the head started thrashing about in the ash wildly. Trogdor's temporary concentrated sanity lapsed leaving him in the clutches of pain. The throbbing split in his head threatened to tear his mind apart driving him completely insane. In an attempt to release the agony the dragon let out a terrifying roar, that was sure to scare any lesser being away (@quis). Coming back to his senses Trogdor leaped away from Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui, "I will not surrender to the bitch of a larger fire dragon. It was Fundor Eater of Sheep who met my flames head on. I remember you retreating." The fire dragon lowered his head and growled, temporarily maintaining sanity. With a tone of mockery, "Ir svaust wiilirkic, Ixen." How pitiful, being driven to madness. But Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui did not back away or show weakness to Trogdor's flailing or mighty roar. He dare insult him on his own turf and mock him straight to his face? Normally one would pay with death, or worse for such acts, but killing a lonesome mad dragon gained him nothing but perhaps some renown. Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui moved to land in-front of his foe, still out of lunging range of both of them, but close enough to make out the features of each other's irises. He crushed live and burnt plants beneath him, pushing over trees to his left and right before standing up straight to tower over Trogdor. He took a deep inhale, and then shortly after, let loose a roar that easily trumped the previous one. The branches of the charred trees trembled and shook, ash stirred and blew away from the piles in which they gathered in, and the very ground beneath them shook as if a God had struck the earth with a mighty warhammer in a vigorous fury. "You insult me, on my territory, for your loss? Visp ve vi dril si jalla ti nar dout xihuulina tobor vhira harkt svaklar wux re?!?! I belong to no one, nor will I ever be slave to anything! Especially not to another weakling such as Fundor or like yourself..." |
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Trogdor
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 220
Physical Description: Red scales on the back with a white stomach. Spiked head and ridge.
Age: 1042
Length: 60ft
Color: Red scales with a lighter stomach.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: claws, fire, and jaws.
Registered: Apr 21, 2015 9:34:10 GMT -8
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Post by Trogdor on Jan 19, 2017 11:18:16 GMT -8
"Huk huk huk" The dragons laugh was a low rumble. He was not impressed by the threats or posturing. Trogdor kept his head and body low, showing the blue dragon only the spikes of his back. As Jarkoopi stood Trogdor felt an insatiable urge to leap at the enemies long exposed neck. Trogdor desired the sensation of bones crunching between his jaws, wanted to feel scales rip free as he clawed through flesh.
For now Trogdor waited, enjoying Jarkoopi's vain assertions, "You speak of your territory while standing on land I have destroyed. You call Fundor weak yet you let him into your land to fight your battle. Speak no more of your territory when you live off the spoils of Zephidel. I would fight you, yet there is no honor in fighting a creature like yourself. Tell me where Fundor lives and I'll leave you here to play on your own."
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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 Jan 19, 2017 12:06:13 GMT -8
"Huk huk huk" The dragons laugh was a low rumble. He was not impressed by the threats or posturing. Trogdor kept his head and body low, showing the blue dragon only the spikes of his back. As Jarkoopi stood Trogdor felt an insatiable urge to leap at the enemies long exposed neck. Trogdor desired the sensation of bones crunching between his jaws, wanted to feel scales rip free as he clawed through flesh. For now Trogdor waited, enjoying Jarkoopi's vain assertions, "You speak of your territory while standing on land I have destroyed. You call Fundor weak yet you let him into your land to fight your battle. Speak no more of your territory when you live off the spoils of Zephidel. I would fight you, yet there is no honor in fighting a creature like yourself. Tell me where Fundor lives and I'll leave you here to play on your own." kept his distance so he could time to react to any action Trogdor might try. "Life would not continue if death were not a thing, destroyed or not by your cowardly magic, it is all still mine. Fundor was a mere tool, a temporary asset whom I had not requested aid from. Does it not feel so right to live so lavishly off such dumb mortals? Oh wait, you have never tried. Hah. I look for gains where I can, and they happened to offer an easy one. You will not fight me because I am feared, as it rightly should be."
"I will tell you, on only a few terms. That is, if you're capable of parleying..."Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui looked around, not seeing @quis where ever she was, and making sure there were no scryers watching them from afar. He idly scraped the ash from the ground while the moments passed. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2017 12:21:50 GMT -8
Quis scoffed to herself. A dragon that leeched off humans. How embarrassing for him. She continued to write notes in her journal, ignoring the encroaching flames. It wasn't every day she gets to see two powerful beasts bicker like this....
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Trogdor
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 220
Physical Description: Red scales on the back with a white stomach. Spiked head and ridge.
Age: 1042
Length: 60ft
Color: Red scales with a lighter stomach.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: claws, fire, and jaws.
Registered: Apr 21, 2015 9:34:10 GMT -8
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Post by Trogdor on Jan 21, 2017 20:32:18 GMT -8
Despite the pain and madness, or perhaps, because of it, Trogdor eased some of the tension in his body. He maintained the defensive posture, but his eyes began to wander once more. Slowly he growled to himself, "The fool speaks in contradictions. Rebirth after death? That is how mortals talk. Unwanted assets? Bah! Tir wux l'gra wer vers wux tiliw vixlaw, Kepesk Altiui?"
Suddenly, a flicker of movement flashed in the corner of Trogdor's ever panning vision. With a fire in his eyes the dragon locked on to @quis. She was carrying some sort of magical tome. "You attempt to parley, yet you bring along a mage to destroy me? Tell me, who is the coward?" Anger swelled anew in the red beast. Smoke seeped from between his teeth as Trogdor half spread his wings, ready to attack.
[Fire Breath charge 1]
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2017 21:58:20 GMT -8
Quis looked up as Trogdor began to charge his fire breath, rolling her eyes.
"Oh, spare me your theatrics, I'm not with either of you. Go back to your silly squabbling so I may continue my research." She said with no hint of fear in her voice. However, she silently began preparing her own spell by reading from her book. Said book began to glow faintly, blue light starting to surround Quis....
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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 Jan 23, 2017 12:16:41 GMT -8
Despite the pain and madness, or perhaps, because of it, Trogdor eased some of the tension in his body. He maintained the defensive posture, but his eyes began to wander once more. Slowly he growled to himself, "The fool speaks in contradictions. Rebirth after death? That is how mortals talk. Unwanted assets? Bah! Tir wux l'gra wer vers wux tiliw vixlaw, Kepesk Altiui?" Suddenly, a flicker of movement flashed in the corner of Trogdor's ever panning vision. With a fire in his eyes the dragon locked on to @quis. She was carrying some sort of magical tome. "You attempt to parley, yet you bring along a mage to destroy me? Tell me, who is the coward?" Anger swelled anew in the red beast. Smoke seeped from between his teeth as Trogdor half spread his wings, ready to attack. [Fire Breath charge 1] 's eyes managed to catch Trogdor's as he looked at the tiny @quis. Who was this? He hadn't instructed or commanded anyone to follow him, perhaps they are a spy, or maybe just a lost traveler? Either way, he did not appreciate people inviting themselves to his land. Quickly trying to mend relations with Trogdor, he spoke only truthfully. "I have brought no one, this halfling knows not the importance of our matters. I do not care what you do to them, but at least let the trespasser have their final words before you incinerate them with dragon-fire." He stuck to the ground, not moving his position that was out of Trogdor's way to blast the little woman, but still ready to hop back or move if the danger was significant. He faced Trogdor, not minding the mage much, hoping the other dragon could believe him. If not, this attempt to have a temporary alliance was botched. |
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Trogdor
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 220
Physical Description: Red scales on the back with a white stomach. Spiked head and ridge.
Age: 1042
Length: 60ft
Color: Red scales with a lighter stomach.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: claws, fire, and jaws.
Registered: Apr 21, 2015 9:34:10 GMT -8
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Post by Trogdor on Jan 25, 2017 1:12:09 GMT -8
The beast did not like this situation. Jarkoopi was not one to lie, yet his inaction against the mage gave little reassurance. Further enraging was the smell of mana that had begun to waft off the tome mage. Trogdor had encountered book wielding magicians before and new to be wary. There might be a valuable treasure in store if Trogdor did not attack immediately. Instead he increased the heat in his core. Smoke thickened and the air began to shimmer as the dragon's scale heated from the inner flames.
Not taking his eyes off @quis , Trogdor spoke to the master of this burnt land, "Show me how you deal with intruders, Storm-Wing."
[Charge 2]
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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2017 9:21:40 GMT -8
"I gave you an order, dragon! Return to your petty fighting so I can continue my research!" She snapped at the two of them. The blue aura remained, but Quis continued to slowly flip pages. She also continued to speak, much to the chagrin of the others.
"How often does one get to experience the raw power of two magical beasts having a power struggle? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and I will not be denied knowledge. I will leave when I believe it is time for me to leave, not a moment sooner."
She sat back down on a nearby log and took a pen out.
"Now....continue."
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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 Jan 25, 2017 11:24:11 GMT -8
"I gave you an order, dragon! Return to your petty fighting so I can continue my research!" She snapped at the two of them. The blue aura remained, but Quis continued to slowly flip pages. She also continued to speak, much to the chagrin of the others. "How often does one get to experience the raw power of two magical beasts having a power struggle? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and I will not be denied knowledge. I will leave when I believe it is time for me to leave, not a moment sooner." She sat back down on a nearby log and took a pen out. "Now.... continue." began to answer to Trogdor, but before he could say anything, the mage lashed out verbally at the two of them. This insignificant little mortal wanna-be mage was trying to give orders. How hilarious. Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui then turned to the pest after responding to Trogdor with a new-found rage. "My pleasure. They obviously have a deathwish or are poorly uneducated in our affairs."He turned to face and approach @quis, swiping down trees in his way and towering very high above the halfling. It was clear he was much more concerned about making her pay for her ignorance then persuading Trogdor at the moment. "Let me make this quick, or you will be torn apart until you are just a fleshy snack before my next meal."His neck and head coiled back, as his maw opened the darkness down his mouth was beginning to be illuminated by the increasing amount of electricity that arced between each of his razor sharp teeth that were the size of daggers. His steel-hard yellow eyes glared down at the petty creature beneath him with an angry storm brewing behind those irises. Time to make them pay for spying, trespassing and insulting him on him. [Charge 1] |
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