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 13:03:07 GMT -8
"Huk, huk, huk" The maniacal creature laughed at how well his impromptu plan was working. "You desire knowledge? You want to witness power? I can give you these things, young mage. Perhaps, you will even become my next rider." Trogdor spoke in a low tone.
When Jarkoopi had changed his attention the fire dragon began to creep forward, narrowing the distance between his foe. He circled so that Quis would be on the other side of the storm dragon. "When I first came to this land, Medan was an active nation. But ever since Jarkoopi and the other stooges of Zephidel took power it has been a dreary place, where no one wishes to go. Even now the other nations are banding together to steal your territory. Yet here you are, Jark, unable to identify the real danger." The fires within Trogdor grew hotter and the smoke billowing from his mouth burned away, being replaced by waves of heat. The beast began to feel the withheld fire fuse with his inner aura. With his ability to cast spell blocked, Trogdor's innate power was beginning in manifest.
Trogdor roared his final words, "I see no dragon's honor in you! You have failed in your education. I shall take this nation and shape it into a land that all will wish to behold!"
Trogdor leaped at Jarkoopi, flapping his already half extended wings to gain a height advantage. He came down upon his unprepared foe with glee in his eyes. His front talons would seek to grasp Jarkoopi's shoulder and neck while his back claws would try to find purchase on the flank. If Jarkoopi did not retreat he would soon find Trogdor's terrible teeth about his neck.
[Charge 3]
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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2017 13:22:18 GMT -8
Jarkoopi would see a sight he's most likely not used to. Rather than a tiny creature cowering in terror or a shining knight providing false bravery in the face of danger, rather than even a hint of anger at Jark's words, Quis would look simply...annoyed. No fear in her eyes, no facade to intimidate Jark, simple frustration that Quis did not get what she wanted. Trogdor's voice was heard but ignored, mostly in favor of continuing to watch Jarkoopi. However, as Trogdor called to Jarkoopi, Quis would casually take five steps to her right before sitting down on another scorched log. In the spot she was, Trogdor would have pushed Jark down so that his claw came crashing into the ground, scraping ash and dirt away mere feet from Quis' new location. The blue aura coalesced into a powdery blue orb of mist that begin to solidify into the shape of a wine glass, filling it halfway with a healthy red liquid. Getting comfortable once more as the two mighty entities fought, she took a sip and wrote in her book once more.
"As expected..." She muttered to herself. She took another sip but sighed as she looked at the glass.
"Although this conjuration spell has much to be desired. Honestly, how difficult is it to craft my own vintage wine..."
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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 26, 2017 12:23:15 GMT -8
" Huk, huk, huk" The maniacal creature laughed at how well his impromptu plan was working. " You desire knowledge? You want to witness power? I can give you these things, young mage. Perhaps, you will even become my next rider." Trogdor spoke in a low tone. When Jarkoopi had changed his attention the fire dragon began to creep forward, narrowing the distance between his foe. He circled so that Quis would be on the other side of the storm dragon. " When I first came to this land, Medan was an active nation. But ever since Jarkoopi and the other stooges of Zephidel took power it has been a dreary place, where no one wishes to go. Even now the other nations are banding together to steal your territory. Yet here you are, Jark, unable to identify the real danger." The fires within Trogdor grew hotter and the smoke billowing from his mouth burned away, being replaced by waves of heat. The beast began to feel the withheld fire fuse with his inner aura. With his ability to cast spell blocked, Trogdor's innate power was beginning in manifest. Trogdor roared his final words, " I see no dragon's honor in you! You have failed in your education. I shall take this nation and shape it into a land that all will wish to behold!" Trogdor leaped at Jarkoopi, flapping his already half extended wings to gain a height advantage. He came down upon his unprepared foe with glee in his eyes. His front talons would seek to grasp Jarkoopi's shoulder and neck while his back claws would try to find purchase on the flank. If Jarkoopi did not retreat he would soon find Trogdor's terrible teeth about his neck. Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui was about to blast the mage away just as Trogdor prowled behind him and taunted him. How predictable. Of course he of all people would forgo wisdom for the thrill of battle. Luckily for Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui, he too usually favored the path of war. He kept still, watching the big red dragon behind him with his eyes. "You are a fool. Come here and die."Rather then let Trogdor rip apart his backside, Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui would roll over right before Trogdor came down upon him, exposing his much softer underbelly, but it also allowed him to use all four arms and legs to shred Trogdor into strips. His hardened tail would extend, pointed to piece Trogdor's lower guts as he fell down, and should it pierce deeply, the spikes further down his tail would act as barbs to further rip his insides. His arms would also grasp Trogdor's shoulders as well, looking to grasp and tear flesh from that part and also help cushion the sheer force of the impact as they locked into a dragon-sized wrestling match. He would dedicate his own legs into denying Trogdor any sizeable blows against his body by swatting his foe's feet away as they came in for a strike. His legs were likely to be torn and hurt, but it ultimately would help protect him. His jaw went for his opponent's throat, not to tear it from his neck, but to keep him from aiming his flaming breath. If he could secure a solid grasp, he would keep his opponent's face pointed away from his torso and neck. The biggest mistake made however, had to be the fact Trogdor went to grapple the slightly smaller storm dragon. The electrical charge inside him was stored, and when he made contact with Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui, Trogdor just became part of a closed circuit between him, Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui and the ground. Enough energy flowed through his foe to cause a few seconds worth of muscle contractions/control and a very strong tingling feeling throughout his nervous system. There was no time to defend himself with magic as the transfer was instant through their contact points when they touched. At best hopes Trogdor would become stunned/weakened long enough for Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui to flip him over and gain the height advantage. (Charge used)
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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 26, 2017 14:52:42 GMT -8
It was true that the thrill of battle had caused Trogdor to act irrationally, but his natural instincts drove him to capitalize on his advantages. Jarkoopi seemed confident, but he had already made too many mistakes to grapple his way to victory.
The larger storm dragon was slow in rolling and would not be able to move as fast as Trogdor, who was smaller and more agile. Anticipating some sort of counter attack, Trogdor was ready to grasp Jarkoopi's razor tail as it swung to impale him. Trogdor arched his back and descended like a hawk catching a field mouse. However, the red dragon did not expect to be electrocuted. Trogdor twisted his lower body away from the pain and the razor tail sliced through his right leg and flank. Scales and blood went flying and though the wound was not deep, Trogdor's foot had been maimed and lower right side heavily numbed.
The pain did little to effect Trogdor's focus. This was nothing compared to the agony that was so familiar to the fearful creature's soul. Jarkoopi was much mistaken if he thought he could find his foe's neck when Trogdor had attacked first. Trogdor was already reaching for Jarkoopi's neck with his left claw when the twist away from the lower attack accentuated the motion. Trogdor would land in somewhat of a side press. Since Jarkoopi had chosen to go for both of Trogdor's shoulders, instead of protecting his exposed neck, Trogdor would have no problem using the height advantage to reach around his opponents arms and grasp him by the throat. At the same time he tucked his head in order to deliver a concussive skull bash to Jarkoopi's exposed chin. The blue dragon was a fool to act so aggressively when he was obviously in a situational disadvantage. With Jarkoopi's head knocked away and possibly dizzied Trogdor would have nothing preventing him from clamping down on the long neck in a not so passive manner.
While concentrating on the neck, Trogdor's right hind leg would surely take more damage to Jarkoopi's desperate scrabbling. Jarkoopi would be able to sink his claws into Trogdor's right shoulder, but would find little leverage to deal significant damage. In response, Trogdor would push with his left hind leg to keep his weight on top of Jarkoopi in order to keep him from rolling. Trogdor's right talon would attack Jarkoopi's elbow, attempting to break the hold on the shoulder. Jarkoopi's right arm would likely be pinned or have little range of motion .
Trogdor's new ability continued to unlock and Jarkoopi had not noticed. The storm dragon should have sensed something happening to the fire beast's aura. The furnace within Trogdor burned so hot that scales began to glow. The heat continued to fuse with the dragons aura. Trogdor was becoming fire and rage incarnate.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2017 14:57:11 GMT -8
As the fight raged on, Quis looked on intently. The notes she was getting from this battle was one of the greatest experiences she has had in years! She would never miss such an opportunity. She does, however, value her own safety. Looking at the smaller dragon turn into literal flame, Quis had decided the fight was too intense for her to be this close. Thus, decided to move somewhere else. She stood up, taking a few steps to her left as an aftermath of Jarkoopi's attack thundered by, then flipping through her pages once more. Without looking away she jumped backwards a few feet as the two dragons rolled nearby. A green hue engufled Quis' body as gusts of wind blew upwards from seemingly nowhere. A few seconds later, she lifted up off the ground and high into the air to catch a bird's eye view of the two masters of elements demolishing a once-beautiful forest. Sitting on literal air, she crossed her leg once more and continued to jot down notes in her book, holding her wine glass as she did so, far above the attack range of either dragon.
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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 30, 2017 6:59:21 GMT -8
It was true that the thrill of battle had caused Trogdor to act irrationally, but his natural instincts drove him to capitalize on his advantages. Jarkoopi seemed confident, but he had already made too many mistakes to grapple his way to victory. The larger storm dragon was slow in rolling and would not be able to move as fast as Trogdor, who was smaller and more agile. Anticipating some sort of counter attack, Trogdor was ready to grasp Jarkoopi's razor tail as it swung to impale him. Trogdor arched his back and descended like a hawk catching a field mouse. However, the red dragon did not expect to be electrocuted. Trogdor twisted his lower body away from the pain and the razor tail sliced through his right leg and flank. Scales and blood went flying and though the wound was not deep, Trogdor's foot had been maimed and lower right side heavily numbed. The pain did little to effect Trogdor's focus. This was nothing compared to the agony that was so familiar to the fearful creature's soul. Jarkoopi was much mistaken if he thought he could find his foe's neck when Trogdor had attacked first. Trogdor was already reaching for Jarkoopi's neck with his left claw when the twist away from the lower attack accentuated the motion. Trogdor would land in somewhat of a side press. Since Jarkoopi had chosen to go for both of Trogdor's shoulders, instead of protecting his exposed neck, Trogdor would have no problem using the height advantage to reach around his opponents arms and grasp him by the throat. At the same time he tucked his head in order to deliver a concussive skull bash to Jarkoopi's exposed chin. The blue dragon was a fool to act so aggressively when he was obviously in a situational disadvantage. With Jarkoopi's head knocked away and possibly dizzied Trogdor would have nothing preventing him from clamping down on the long neck in a not so passive manner. While concentrating on the neck, Trogdor's right hind leg would surely take more damage to Jarkoopi's desperate scrabbling. Jarkoopi would be able to sink his claws into Trogdor's right shoulder, but would find little leverage to deal significant damage. In response, Trogdor would push with his left hind leg to keep his weight on top of Jarkoopi in order to keep him from rolling. Trogdor's right talon would attack Jarkoopi's elbow, attempting to break the hold on the shoulder. Jarkoopi's right arm would likely be pinned or have little range of motion . Trogdor's new ability continued to unlock and Jarkoopi had not noticed. The storm dragon should have sensed something happening to the fire beast's aura. The furnace within Trogdor burned so hot that scales began to glow. The heat continued to fuse with the dragons aura. Trogdor was becoming fire and rage incarnate. The ferocity and dedication of Trogdor ’s assault stunned Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui as he began to question how far his foe would go just to beat him. There was a suppressed feeling of panic that Trogdor was slowly taking the lead, but the storm dragon showed no mental weakness yet. After the combined success of his piercing tail and electrocution combination, Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui was too occupied to stop Trogdor from bringing down one of his claws upon his neck. He could grab hold, but due to the thickness of Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui ’s neck, his hand couldn’t fully reach around to have a solid grip, and even if he could, he risked his hand being impaled by the sharpened spikes upon the back of the blue dragon’s neck. Without much to prevent him from not reacting, Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui angled his head down to meet Trogdor ’s headbutt. Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui ’s head was knocked back, but with his preparation, not much was done other than pushing his skull away. Trogdor wouldn’t have too much trouble pinning Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui ’s arm and shifting his weight, specifically with gravity on his side. His right arm would be pressed by his opponents claw and his tearing of his shoulder would stop. While Trogdor had more control and the advantage here, his blind rage was letting Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui do exceptional amounts of damage. His tail sliced off armored scales and flesh from Trogdor ’s right side with good effect, so why not do it again? This time, with a thrusting attack, his tail sought to pierce as far as possible straight into the wounded area of his leg, most likely catching great amounts of muscles and tendons and making his rear right leg impossible to use with the massive pain and the fact that there would be a massive hole in his limb almost going straight through. Once his tail made it in, he would forcefully rip it out. The barbs along it could catch even more flesh and fling it out from his body, scattering it among the ashes. While his grip on Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui ’s neck, headbutt, and pinning his right arm were mostly successful, now that softer tissue was exposed where his left claw was cutting, he could begin to do more internal damage at his joint and hopefully release the pin on his other arm. With Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui ’s right leg, he pressed up against the red dragon’s underside, not to particularly do damage, but to keep Trogdor from trying to squash him. His left leg would go on a much greater offense however. Trogdor ’s right side was weakened, and Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui sought to do as much damage as physically possible to the one leg, dismembering if needed. With the combined damage on his weakened leg and him being too distracted with Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui ’s neck and arms, Trogdor ’s right leg was seriously unprotected and thus, in lots of trouble. Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui did not care how much damage he did, if victory meant severing Trogdor ’s leg, then so be it. Without much to daze Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui , he could concentrate on channeling some magic for a defense to whatever power was amassing in Trogdor … (Charge 1)
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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 Feb 2, 2017 12:21:42 GMT -8
Nostrils flared in anticipation of the kill. The red beast smelled death. A surge of energy filled Trogdor as the furnace in his core converted into bodily strength. Light burst from between the scales and reflected off one another. Trogdor's hide sparkled and glimmered with reds and whites. Even Jarcoopi's scales reflected a blue hue. From a distance it would appear that another fire had started on the burned swath of the Forgotten Usque, so close to the Goraian boarder.
The fires that Trogdor built inside himself had fused with his aura, which was now strengthening his body. With his increased power and speed, Trogdor wasted no time in ripping apart his quarry. [3 Charge counters used]
As Jarcoopi's head flew back Trogdor raked his left claw up the long neck, tearing through flesh, muscle, and perhaps veins. He refastened his talons closer to Jarkoopi's neck so as to maintain better control.
At the same time Trogdor brought his maw around Jarkoopi's throat and crunched down with three times the normal strength of his already powerful jaws. Chances are, the attack would break the spine immediately. Either way, Trogdor's next move would be to begin viciously thrashing his head back and forth.
Since the beginning of the fight Trogdor had telegraphed his intent on Jarkoopi's neck, yet the storm dragon had done little to defend against it. Over come by blood lust at the opportunity to strike the red beast forgot any ideas of pity he may have once held. His attack was brutal and with the intent to kill.
Defense was easier. The attack on Trogdor's right side struck nothing vital. Even the blood loss was non-substantial at this point. As Jarkoopi's tail came to strike the same spot, Trogdor was ready to defend his injured side. Using his increased speed Trogdor wraped his tail around Jarkoopi's. The move was not enough to prevent the tail from penetrating, but the strike would be stopped before going all the way though. The main purpose was to hold the tail in place to prevent it from being ripped out. This would also further decrease Jarkoopi's mobility.
It seemed Jarkoopi had played for a drawn out fight rather than meeting the ferocity and anger of Trogdor. As was so often the case, it was pride that would cause the death of a dragon. The might creatures of an immortal race so easily failed to see the threat that others could hold.
Trogdor would not be able to stop Jarkoopi's leg from getting underneath, nor could he do anything against further attacks to his right side. His goal was to end the fight swiftly.
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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 Feb 6, 2017 6:30:30 GMT -8
Nostrils flared in anticipation of the kill. The red beast smelled death. A surge of energy filled Trogdor as the furnace in his core converted into bodily strength. Light burst from between the scales and reflected off one another. Trogdor's hide sparkled and glimmered with reds and whites. Even Jarcoopi's scales reflected a blue hue. From a distance it would appear that another fire had started on the burned swath of the Forgotten Usque, so close to the Goraian boarder. The fires that Trogdor built inside himself had fused with his aura, which was now strengthening his body. With his increased power and speed, Trogdor wasted no time in ripping apart his quarry. [3 Charge counters used] As Jarcoopi's head flew back Trogdor raked his left claw up the long neck, tearing through flesh, muscle, and perhaps veins. He refastened his talons closer to Jarkoopi's neck so as to maintain better control. At the same time Trogdor brought his maw around Jarkoopi's throat and crunched down with three times the normal strength of his already powerful jaws. Chances are, the attack would break the spine immediately. Either way, Trogdor's next move would be to begin viciously thrashing his head back and forth. Since the beginning of the fight Trogdor had telegraphed his intent on Jarkoopi's neck, yet the storm dragon had done little to defend against it. Over come by blood lust at the opportunity to strike the red beast forgot any ideas of pity he may have once held. His attack was brutal and with the intent to kill. Defense was easier. The attack on Trogdor's right side struck nothing vital. Even the blood loss was non-substantial at this point. As Jarkoopi's tail came to strike the same spot, Trogdor was ready to defend his injured side. Using his increased speed Trogdor wraped his tail around Jarkoopi's. The move was not enough to prevent the tail from penetrating, but the strike would be stopped before going all the way though. The main purpose was to hold the tail in place to prevent it from being ripped out. This would also further decrease Jarkoopi's mobility. It seemed Jarkoopi had played for a drawn out fight rather than meeting the ferocity and anger of Trogdor. As was so often the case, it was pride that would cause the death of a dragon. The might creatures of an immortal race so easily failed to see the threat that others could hold. Trogdor would not be able to stop Jarkoopi's leg from getting underneath, nor could he do anything against further attacks to his right side. His goal was to end the fight swiftly. Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui cared little about petty fires at this point, this forest meant only a little to him. He expected Trogdor to do something with his magical reserves, but he hadn’t thought Trogdor would directly apply his mana to boost his personal strength and quickness, and slightly caught Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui off guard. Even though Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui would compensate for Trogdor ’s incoming claw by angling his scales upon his neck and moving it as far as he could while it was still partially pinned, the tips of Trogdor ’s claws would draw blood. The quick strike peeled scales and tore flesh as it sliced through Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui ’s neck, had he not worked with what little room to move he had, it could’ve gone deeper and potentially be fatal. Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui knew his foe would try going for the throat, and had his magic prepared just for that, but he didn’t think Trogdor would use his magic to speed himself up so much. With his enhanced speed, Trogdor could slide his razor teeth onto to Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui ’s neck and gain the bitter taste of a little blood, but before he could deliver the deadly crunch upon the blue dragon’s neck, he disappeared in a puff of smoke followed by a crack of lightning. He had teleported away from directly under Trogdor ! (Charge used) About 100 meters away, Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui was hovering in place above the treeline, the sun gleaming off his scales and Trogdor ’s own flesh and blood dripping from his tail and legs. However with the light, Trogdor could see a thick red substance dripping down the blue dragon’s neck, one spot for his claw, and the other where his teeth had made an impression. He’d done damage, but Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui ’s escape from his hold had definitely helped escape with his life. However, the retreat his teleport had given him didn’t allow Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui to be in an advantageous position to close in and attack, so he kept his distance and looked to see how Trogdor would do on such a damaged leg once whatever mad rage or adrenaline he was on ran out. For now he kept the range, taunting his opponent through his neck injuries, while also hoping he would yield or retreat. “You like the sight of blood, but there are much better people to see dead than you or I. Cease your fury, for now.”
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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2017 9:19:30 GMT -8
"Teleportation....interesting..." Quis mumbled to herself as she wrote more notes in her book. As the battle began to wind down, she found her page of research full of what she wanted. As such, she slowly began to float back to the ground, gently landing about 20 feet from where the two had fought. She continued to observe Trogdor, now that Jarkoopi had moved away, adjusting her glasses. She focused on his wounds, specifically, before looking back at her book. After flipping a few pages she began to run her finger over part of the page, as if reading a verse.
"I wonder how they will react to this..." She said as her hand began to glow a warm green light. Sparks of white dust floated off the hand before vanishing into nothingness. She began to walk closer calmly, ensuring her intent was not hostile to either dragon.
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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 Feb 10, 2017 15:02:36 GMT -8
Trogdor fell through the puff of smoke that had been Jarkoopi. Not wholly understanding want had happened, he thrashed about the ashes angrily. Regaining composure The red beast bared his teeth at Jarkoopi. He concentrated the remained of his enhanced aura in his right leg. The wound shone with a blinding light and torn flesh cauterized. In the pain of the experience the mighty dragon let out a howl of agony. In the screech, the pain of flesh mingled with that of the soul. Though Trogdor could still move it, them limb was far from healed; practically useless. It would take powerful magic to heal such an injury. Slowly the flames emanating from his scales burned out.
Trogdor looked east towards Stonevale, "My fury cannot end until I have sated my revenge. To do that I must enter your lands, yet you stand in my way."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2017 15:32:32 GMT -8
As Trogdor let out his wail, Quis rolled her eyes and approached. Her hand glowed a brighter green than before, signifying the spell's power intensifying.
"It's just a scratch, you'll be fine." She muttered before gently touching Trogdor's broken leg. Sadly Trogdor's pain would not cease during the spell as his torn limb realigned itself slowly. Crunching of bone forcing itself back together, skin and scales pulling itself back into place, over the course of a few seconds the leg was beginning to return to its formal glory, although it was far from fully healed. Trogdor's pain would begin to die a little as second-by-second his crippled appendage was healing. Quis kept her hand on the leg, still glowing brightly and shimmering sparks haphazardly popping out, as she looked over to Jark. She called out.
"After I finish with this fellow, I don't suppose you'd like a bit of touching up, Blue One?" She said, before turning back to her book. She held the book up in mid air and suddenly let go, causing it to float at eye level gently. Flipping through some pages she muttered to herself, reading off the text in the book. Her other hand, now free of the book, began to glow a gentle blue. Although no sparks fell from it, by simply placing her hand in the air between her and Trogdor, the blue aura seemed to stay in place as she returned her hand to the book. The blue aura began faint but began to grow more solid and defined over time.
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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 Feb 21, 2017 8:01:17 GMT -8
Trogdor looked east towards Stonevale, "My fury cannot end until I have sated my revenge. To do that I must enter your lands, yet you stand in my way." Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui saw the big red dragon's glance move, and he knew what he was talking about. Assuming Trogdor didn't want revenge directly on him, perhaps he could help sate his friend's bloodlust. "If you would stay your claw, I could offer to help you..." He said, quite annoyed. "It's just a scratch, you'll be fine." She muttered before gently touching Trogdor's broken leg. Sadly Trogdor's pain would not cease during the spell as his torn limb realigned itself slowly. Crunching of bone forcing itself back together, skin and scales pulling itself back into place, over the course of a few seconds the leg was beginning to return to its formal glory, although it was far from fully healed. Trogdor's pain would begin to die a little as second-by-second his crippled appendage was healing. Quis kept her hand on the leg, still glowing brightly and shimmering sparks haphazardly popping out, as she looked over to Jark. She called out. "After I finish with this fellow, I don't suppose you'd like a bit of touching up, Blue One?" She said, before turning back to her book. She held the book up in mid air and suddenly let go, causing it to float at eye level gently. Flipping through some pages she muttered to herself, reading off the text in the book. Her other hand, now free of the book, began to glow a gentle blue. Although no sparks fell from it, by simply placing her hand in the air between her and Trogdor, the blue aura seemed to stay in place as she returned her hand to the book. The blue aura began faint but began to grow more solid and defined over time. For the most part, Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui had ignored the miniature mage, she was much too small and weak to be of concern. But her voice from below caught his attention. "I am not in need of healing. I can easily do it myself, but I prefer to wear my wounds as signs of my recent engagements and battles."
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