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Post by The Kingdom of Alban on Apr 10, 2016 12:07:43 GMT -8
The Streets of Avelius.
The wide and winding cobble streets of Avelius. Down these paths you can get from one location to another. There are many small stores lining the sides and people bustle from one place to another. Guards and soldiers are not an uncommon sight. Keeping the peace in Avelius often comes down to violence. Frightened people tend to need a firm hand. |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2016 14:54:49 GMT -8
The dragon flew straight over the city, his shadow cast far below over every street and building and tree and structure as he moved across the sky. It would likely instill fear, if not panic, into those that happened to cast their gazes skyward and see him, and certainly alert the soldiers of The Kingdom of Alban of the beast's arrival. But he did not attack the city... he continued his straight flight - easily discerned as aimed directly for the castle.
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King Averin Arach
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Roleplay posts: 284 
Age: 21
Physical Description: Averin is a tall man, standing at six foot two. He has a build equal parts lithe and powerful. Broad shouldered, well muscled, but possessed of an undeniable grace. He reminds many of a tiger. He moves with a slow, languid, precision, that gives him undeniable aura of deadly skill.
Averin is a handsome man. With a square cut jaw, straight nose, and prominent cheek bones. His brown eyes are dark and alluring. Sometimes they sparkle with kindness, other times gleaming with baleful intent. His habitual expression is a half smile.
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Clothes and Equipment: Averin prefers to wear his silver steel half plate. One pauldron stylize to look like a hawks head. Combined with his large red cloak, he has a very distinctive look. His preferred weapon is a bastard sword. His blade is an oddity. The hilt is worn and weathered, and seems to be ancient. The blade though looks freshly forged. The shining metal gleams brightly in light, and it's edge razor sharp. Both his armor and sword posses some degree of magic, though exactly how much is known only to him.
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Post by King Averin Arach on Jul 27, 2016 15:29:46 GMT -8
Ith would not have to go to the castle to find Averin. Word of the dragons coming had spread quickly and the king was already on the streets just outside the keep. He has An Dli drawn and his dire bear only a juvenile, but already over 12 feet tall, at his side. The king looks up shielding his eyes and cocks raises the sword. He begins to gather power with the blade. This aught to be interesting.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2016 15:47:33 GMT -8
Spotting a lone man in the streets would not be an easy task for the dragon, more so with him being high and almost among the clouds. Ith ignored him, mistaken for a soldier. For now, he sought destruction to bring the man out of hiding - in his ignorance, of course.
The figure of the dragon was zooming in towards the keep, and at the right position he clapped his wings to his body and dived - aiming to crash through a standing tower before snapping his wings wide and presuming to carry him in an arch to proceed to circling the castle. If he managed that far, he would then allow himself to be announced beyond the destruction - by a mighty roar that carried across the city.
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King Averin Arach
Dedicated
Working on the whole king thing
Roleplay posts: 284
Age: 21
Physical Description: Averin is a tall man, standing at six foot two. He has a build equal parts lithe and powerful. Broad shouldered, well muscled, but possessed of an undeniable grace. He reminds many of a tiger. He moves with a slow, languid, precision, that gives him undeniable aura of deadly skill.
Averin is a handsome man. With a square cut jaw, straight nose, and prominent cheek bones. His brown eyes are dark and alluring. Sometimes they sparkle with kindness, other times gleaming with baleful intent. His habitual expression is a half smile.
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Clothes and Equipment: Averin prefers to wear his silver steel half plate. One pauldron stylize to look like a hawks head. Combined with his large red cloak, he has a very distinctive look. His preferred weapon is a bastard sword. His blade is an oddity. The hilt is worn and weathered, and seems to be ancient. The blade though looks freshly forged. The shining metal gleams brightly in light, and it's edge razor sharp. Both his armor and sword posses some degree of magic, though exactly how much is known only to him.
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Post by King Averin Arach on Jul 27, 2016 16:00:12 GMT -8
Averin watched as the dragon dived bombed a tower. It was well constructed, so it didn't topple over completely. Still the dragon took out a section and sent the top part crashing to the street below. There was a lot of screaming and panicking, but no deaths. The people of Avelius where already evacuating to cellars and the guards were lining up on roof tops with their bows.
The king isn't surprised the dragon ignored him. After all, he didn't know it was the hatchling looking for revenge. Reaching into a specially made pouch he pulls out small nickle rod. He presses it to An Dli and the blade begins to emit frost. Then he swings his sword at the dragon. As he swings the magic of the Orchalcum is enhanced by the power of The Wyld. A wave of frost ripples up towards the dragon covering the sides of a building it clips with frost.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2016 16:27:59 GMT -8
It continued to circle the keep, roaring out in anger as vicious eyes peered over the towers and windows - looking for any sign of the man he sought.
"Averin Arach! Averin Arach!" he bellowed, obviously calling the king out.
The archers assembling were of little consequence to Ith - the wave of ice was another matter. It rushed across his figure, sending a chill through his body at most but causing solid ice to form on his wings and completely ruin his flight. He turned to crash into another tower, this time latching into the stone with powerful claws on all four paws. Once he was balanced and no longer threatening to fall into the buildings and streets below the keep, his fury returned twofold - and he began intentionally tearing away at the structures with reckless abandonment - still screaming the king's name.
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King Averin Arach
Dedicated
Working on the whole king thing
Roleplay posts: 284
Age: 21
Physical Description: Averin is a tall man, standing at six foot two. He has a build equal parts lithe and powerful. Broad shouldered, well muscled, but possessed of an undeniable grace. He reminds many of a tiger. He moves with a slow, languid, precision, that gives him undeniable aura of deadly skill.
Averin is a handsome man. With a square cut jaw, straight nose, and prominent cheek bones. His brown eyes are dark and alluring. Sometimes they sparkle with kindness, other times gleaming with baleful intent. His habitual expression is a half smile.
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Clothes and Equipment: Averin prefers to wear his silver steel half plate. One pauldron stylize to look like a hawks head. Combined with his large red cloak, he has a very distinctive look. His preferred weapon is a bastard sword. His blade is an oddity. The hilt is worn and weathered, and seems to be ancient. The blade though looks freshly forged. The shining metal gleams brightly in light, and it's edge razor sharp. Both his armor and sword posses some degree of magic, though exactly how much is known only to him.
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Post by King Averin Arach on Jul 27, 2016 18:31:52 GMT -8
The king watched at the dragon spiraled into another tower. As it crashed and began to tear into it Averin scowled. He'd been hoping to bring it to the ground not cause more property damage. He draws more power from The Wyld and eyes the dragon as it bellows his name. That was very odd, was it related to the dragon he'd fought in The Wyld? Here for vengeance, he knew dragons were vain creatures, and he'd hurt the red's pride. Still why would a different dragon come to attack him. He isn't sure the dragon will here him since it is bellowing it's lungs out, but he calls back.
"RIGHT HERE YOU SCALY GIT!"
He raises the black bladed An Dli and waves it. It was really impossible to miss him since the sword literally caused ripples in the air as he moves it. The power of it strong enough to be felt across the city, perhaps even across the country. An Dli was The Wyld and though it couldn't leave Alban and keep it's powers, well in Alban it was awe inspiring.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2016 18:52:56 GMT -8
It was the rippling of power that brought the dragon to silence, and the head swiveled around quick at the source - eyes locking onto the man with the black blade.
THAT black blade. Blasted Averin Arach, the monstrous king of Alban. The lips curled back off the teeth in a deadly snarl, embers dancing around his soot stained pearl daggers. Ith leapt from his place, bounding off building and tower alike to bring himself down to the streets like a cat descending to the floor.
Those heavy claws hit the cobblestone pavement and cracked the stone easily upon his landing, and he began a predatory prowl down the lane with his hating eyes latched upon the king. His pace never faltered nor increased - he continued to pound one paw after the other as he drew nearer, bit by bit, not even concerned of what all his partially folded wings or swaying tail swiped at or damaged in his wake.
"You! You! You! Averin Arach!" he snarls, fueling his own rage into a burning inferno that was ever present in his eyes - more so as a flash brought them to glow. His aura pulsed out in waves, casting the area immediately around him in a very uncomfortable warmth. There was still quite a bit of ground between the man and the beast, but it was shrinking.
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King Averin Arach
Dedicated
Working on the whole king thing
Roleplay posts: 284
Age: 21
Physical Description: Averin is a tall man, standing at six foot two. He has a build equal parts lithe and powerful. Broad shouldered, well muscled, but possessed of an undeniable grace. He reminds many of a tiger. He moves with a slow, languid, precision, that gives him undeniable aura of deadly skill.
Averin is a handsome man. With a square cut jaw, straight nose, and prominent cheek bones. His brown eyes are dark and alluring. Sometimes they sparkle with kindness, other times gleaming with baleful intent. His habitual expression is a half smile.
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Clothes and Equipment: Averin prefers to wear his silver steel half plate. One pauldron stylize to look like a hawks head. Combined with his large red cloak, he has a very distinctive look. His preferred weapon is a bastard sword. His blade is an oddity. The hilt is worn and weathered, and seems to be ancient. The blade though looks freshly forged. The shining metal gleams brightly in light, and it's edge razor sharp. Both his armor and sword posses some degree of magic, though exactly how much is known only to him.
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Post by King Averin Arach on Jul 27, 2016 19:03:04 GMT -8
"Yes, me. Averin Arach. King of Alban, lord of Avelius the city you are currently wreaking havoc in. Wielder of An Dli, the blade that will lay you low. Who are you who comes to this city and imperils my people? A friend to the dragon I fought in The Wyld? Here to avenge wounded pride?"
Averin growls at the creature his anger building. The dragon is callously walking through the streets smashing it's tail into buildings and leaving debris in it's wake. As the kings anger grows so does the power gathered in the sword. The pulsing waves of his Aura are met by the pulsing waves of An Dli's. Met and overwhelmed the cold it emits thanks to the Orchalcum intensifying. Now even without a spell being cast frost begins to form on all available surfaces, not damaging just a by product of the immense power of the blade.
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Sir Cairex Forgepyre
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Age: 23
Physical Description: Wolf - stature of a large grey wolf, mottled patches of darker grey and black mingle in with a lighter grey coat. A single black patch of fur surrounds the blue eye, while the brown eye is surrounded by the light grey color. Teeth are sharp and well maintained, just like his claws.
Hybrid - His most common form, his coloring perfectly matches the wolf form. This form stands around 7ft tall, weighs nearly 330 lbs, with a fairly long tail.
Human- only used when interacting amongst civilized society, he is tall for a human, around 6'3" and about 210lbs. His long hair matches the grey and black coloring of his wolf fur, and the only distinguishing feature is his canine eyes and elongated canines.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing - Cairex now wears a custom suit of armor, enchanted so that it will resize as he does, providing his already formidable wolf forms with substantial armor that is lightweight but strong, akin to mithril in both strength and weight.
Equipment - A good sized bastard sword and a small dagger are his only weapons, plus teeth and claws.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights
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Post by Sir Cairex Forgepyre on Jul 27, 2016 19:07:39 GMT -8
Cairex stood not far behind Averin, with no intention to interfere save to attempt to kill the dragon should it best the King. He had yet to be released frim service, and until that happened he would serve loyally, regardless of the manner of beast Averin had managed to piss off this time.
It dawned on him that perhaps the people nearby should be evacuated, and he began running house to house to get people out of harm's way, his pack telling him where the people were hiding.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2016 19:13:27 GMT -8
The ice was immense, but Ith was hardly phased - too far gone to hatred and anger to let it register as the ice crunched and cracked under his claws. He huffed heavily out his nose, expelling smoke as a result.
"I don't care about your people - you're all the same!" he roars back, his jaw snapping in a display to show his aggression and the power he physically held. "You would kill Momma and the rest of us for what you wanted! You tried to!" he bellows out in utter fury, rearing up on his hind legs to smash his fore paws down for emphasis. "Well, you'll know how it feels!"
If it became clear to the king, then it would concern him - Ith was far too grown held far too much power for even a dragon of his supposed age to hold. Yet it was pouring off of him in heavy waves as it overflowed - almost to rival that of An Dli. Something was at work here, and it wasn't just the anger of an adolescent dragon. The immediate danger? Ith's head came low and he drew a claw back in a kicking motion - an obvious sign he was about to charge.
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King Averin Arach
Dedicated
Working on the whole king thing
Roleplay posts: 284
Age: 21
Physical Description: Averin is a tall man, standing at six foot two. He has a build equal parts lithe and powerful. Broad shouldered, well muscled, but possessed of an undeniable grace. He reminds many of a tiger. He moves with a slow, languid, precision, that gives him undeniable aura of deadly skill.
Averin is a handsome man. With a square cut jaw, straight nose, and prominent cheek bones. His brown eyes are dark and alluring. Sometimes they sparkle with kindness, other times gleaming with baleful intent. His habitual expression is a half smile.
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Clothes and Equipment: Averin prefers to wear his silver steel half plate. One pauldron stylize to look like a hawks head. Combined with his large red cloak, he has a very distinctive look. His preferred weapon is a bastard sword. His blade is an oddity. The hilt is worn and weathered, and seems to be ancient. The blade though looks freshly forged. The shining metal gleams brightly in light, and it's edge razor sharp. Both his armor and sword posses some degree of magic, though exactly how much is known only to him.
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Post by King Averin Arach on Jul 27, 2016 19:31:58 GMT -8
Averin starts slightly. Was this Ith? The little hatchling who had the artifact? That was impossible though, he was far too large. Dragons grew faster than humans true, but not that fast. Maybe it was one of the dragons older siblings? He didn't know and he wasn't sure he cared. His anger is stoked even higher by the dragons words.
"I gave your mother every opportunity to solve things peacefully. I did my best to try and get what I needed with words. She is the one whose chose to attack me, when I gave her fair warning I would defend myself. I told her all I needed was an artifact that was by right not even hers. She and her child were the ones who decided that their wants were more important than the lives of four different peoples. I did what I needed to do, not what I wanted to do! You dare lecture me? Come attack me, put the lives of all these innocent people in danger. You say we are all the same? Well you prove that all your kind are petulant and tyrannical, only concerned with your petty desires and fragile pride."
By the end of this he is roaring at the dragon. His Rage at a crescendo and the power in the sword reaching terrifying levels. Ice spread out from him in great sheets, only to shatter as the very earth cracks. An Dli was The Wyld, The Wyld was Alban and it heeded his call.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2016 19:42:02 GMT -8
Ith refused to hear anymore - he charged heavy and hard across the earth directly for the king, prepared to tackle him square with his horns and drive him into the ground. A terrifying roar sounded out in his wake, rattling the very buildings around him. There was likely no stopping this beast in his tracks save for something bigger and stronger.
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King Averin Arach
Dedicated
Working on the whole king thing
Roleplay posts: 284
Age: 21
Physical Description: Averin is a tall man, standing at six foot two. He has a build equal parts lithe and powerful. Broad shouldered, well muscled, but possessed of an undeniable grace. He reminds many of a tiger. He moves with a slow, languid, precision, that gives him undeniable aura of deadly skill.
Averin is a handsome man. With a square cut jaw, straight nose, and prominent cheek bones. His brown eyes are dark and alluring. Sometimes they sparkle with kindness, other times gleaming with baleful intent. His habitual expression is a half smile.
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Clothes and Equipment: Averin prefers to wear his silver steel half plate. One pauldron stylize to look like a hawks head. Combined with his large red cloak, he has a very distinctive look. His preferred weapon is a bastard sword. His blade is an oddity. The hilt is worn and weathered, and seems to be ancient. The blade though looks freshly forged. The shining metal gleams brightly in light, and it's edge razor sharp. Both his armor and sword posses some degree of magic, though exactly how much is known only to him.
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Post by King Averin Arach on Jul 27, 2016 19:56:16 GMT -8
Averin didn't flinch as the dragon charged towards him. Instead he adjust his grip on his sword and drives it into the ground falling to one knee. In response to this the earth erupts around Ith. Dozens of of large spikes of rock erupt underneath and in front of the dragon. An Dli had changed the kind of rock that came out of the earth. Some of it was bedrock, so hard that the dragon would find breaking through it nearly impossible. Other spikes were obsidian so sharp it very well may pierce through his hide. Each sheet is covered in a thin sheet of unnaturally cold ice. If the dragon insisted on continuing his charge, he'd more than likely skewer himself. Even if he did it would be unlikely he'd come out unscathed.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2016 11:26:24 GMT -8
Ith slammed into the first bedrock spike, the rest of his body following as the stone refused to budge. This forced his charge to a grinding halt where he had to recover - that had hurt. Now there was a range of icy spikes standing between him and Averin Arach.
Determined, the dragon began to climb the hazardous spikes, having to maneuver himself around the points in the most awkward steps, more so as his occasional grip slipped a time or two due to the ice. But he would not be stopped - he was hellbent on getting to the man.
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King Averin Arach
Dedicated
Working on the whole king thing
Roleplay posts: 284
Age: 21
Physical Description: Averin is a tall man, standing at six foot two. He has a build equal parts lithe and powerful. Broad shouldered, well muscled, but possessed of an undeniable grace. He reminds many of a tiger. He moves with a slow, languid, precision, that gives him undeniable aura of deadly skill.
Averin is a handsome man. With a square cut jaw, straight nose, and prominent cheek bones. His brown eyes are dark and alluring. Sometimes they sparkle with kindness, other times gleaming with baleful intent. His habitual expression is a half smile.
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Clothes and Equipment: Averin prefers to wear his silver steel half plate. One pauldron stylize to look like a hawks head. Combined with his large red cloak, he has a very distinctive look. His preferred weapon is a bastard sword. His blade is an oddity. The hilt is worn and weathered, and seems to be ancient. The blade though looks freshly forged. The shining metal gleams brightly in light, and it's edge razor sharp. Both his armor and sword posses some degree of magic, though exactly how much is known only to him.
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Post by King Averin Arach on Jul 28, 2016 16:52:11 GMT -8
Averin watches as the dragon slams into the spike. His face remains grim and calm. He is slightly worried though. Not because he fears the dragons, but because he doesn't. An Dli was powerful, overwhelmingly powerful, but it didn't make him invincible. Even with the crown in addition to the sword he could still be killed. He didn't feel like that was the case though. That could cause him to make mistakes, mistakes could be fatal. He needed to focus on ending this dragon quickly. Reaching into his pocket he slips the nickle back into it's holder then removes a gold rod. He presses the gold to the blade and the wind picks up. He then begins gathering more power into An Dli.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2016 17:22:13 GMT -8
Ith paid little mind to what the man was doing - the only thought was getting to him and destroying him by claw or flame. Or both. He continued scrambling to climb across the treacherous array of solid stone spikes, paying no heed to where he bumped and scratched where his claws slipped along ice. He was determined, and amidst a roar he shouted at the human could one see the glow beginning to flicker at the back of his throat; he was charging for a fire breath.
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King Averin Arach
Dedicated
Working on the whole king thing
Roleplay posts: 284
Age: 21
Physical Description: Averin is a tall man, standing at six foot two. He has a build equal parts lithe and powerful. Broad shouldered, well muscled, but possessed of an undeniable grace. He reminds many of a tiger. He moves with a slow, languid, precision, that gives him undeniable aura of deadly skill.
Averin is a handsome man. With a square cut jaw, straight nose, and prominent cheek bones. His brown eyes are dark and alluring. Sometimes they sparkle with kindness, other times gleaming with baleful intent. His habitual expression is a half smile.
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Clothes and Equipment: Averin prefers to wear his silver steel half plate. One pauldron stylize to look like a hawks head. Combined with his large red cloak, he has a very distinctive look. His preferred weapon is a bastard sword. His blade is an oddity. The hilt is worn and weathered, and seems to be ancient. The blade though looks freshly forged. The shining metal gleams brightly in light, and it's edge razor sharp. Both his armor and sword posses some degree of magic, though exactly how much is known only to him.
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Post by King Averin Arach on Jul 29, 2016 17:38:02 GMT -8
Averin watches the dragon approach over the stone spikes. Great sheets of ice and stone cracking and some even crashing to the ground as it moved. The king cocks his sword behind him preparing to swing. The wind gathering around the blade picks up, gale chilled by the ice already summoned gathering around the king of Alban.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2016 17:49:07 GMT -8
Fore paws found solid ground as his hindquarters managed to keep an awkward balance on the rocks. His head would rear up and then lash forward, maw opening wide and letting out a jet of flame that rushed down the road - wide enough to graze the buildings on both sides as it rushed forward with intent to char the human alive.
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King Averin Arach
Dedicated
Working on the whole king thing
Roleplay posts: 284
Age: 21
Physical Description: Averin is a tall man, standing at six foot two. He has a build equal parts lithe and powerful. Broad shouldered, well muscled, but possessed of an undeniable grace. He reminds many of a tiger. He moves with a slow, languid, precision, that gives him undeniable aura of deadly skill.
Averin is a handsome man. With a square cut jaw, straight nose, and prominent cheek bones. His brown eyes are dark and alluring. Sometimes they sparkle with kindness, other times gleaming with baleful intent. His habitual expression is a half smile.
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Clothes and Equipment: Averin prefers to wear his silver steel half plate. One pauldron stylize to look like a hawks head. Combined with his large red cloak, he has a very distinctive look. His preferred weapon is a bastard sword. His blade is an oddity. The hilt is worn and weathered, and seems to be ancient. The blade though looks freshly forged. The shining metal gleams brightly in light, and it's edge razor sharp. Both his armor and sword posses some degree of magic, though exactly how much is known only to him.
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Post by King Averin Arach on Jul 29, 2016 17:59:18 GMT -8
As Ith breathed his flame Averin swung. A blade of wind launched from his blade scything forward. It cute through the dragons flame and rushing wind in it's wake pulled it along with it. The scything blade of wind would fly right toward Ith, if it missed the dragon it would smash through rock and ice easily before shooting out of the city.
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