Silver Cloud Yin
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: Twenty.
Physical Description: Appearance:
Yin stands about average height, with slightly pointed features and pale skin. His hair is long and often tied into a messy bun, and as dark in colour as his eyes are. Yin's eyes are, in fact, so dark that they appear to be unnaturally so - and sometimes unnerve those who look into them.
He almost exclusively wears clothing in the eastern styles, which is mirrored in the weapons he wields.
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Post by Silver Cloud Yin on Feb 11, 2017 5:57:50 GMT -8
"I am not from these lands, but I have spoken with several on my travel through them. Not too long ago I met a company of woodsmen in the open lands felling the edge of the Usque for lumber and I got speaking to them. They tell me that the Usque is a wild place of forest spirits, animals and strange creatures like nymphs and fae; especially deeper in. Supposedly a tribe of guardians used to keep watch over the forest and calm these creatures to allow a harmony to exist, but they no longer patrol where outsiders can reach and disappeared deep into the forgotten parts," Silver added with something of a shrug. He wasn't sure if the information would be of help or interest, but it seemed worthy of mentioning at least. "It sounds to me as though this forest might be quite, quite dangerous," he told them. "I second the suggestion that we must avoid going deep into this place, lest we find ourselves lost and without hope of return. Still I am ready to depart whenever, just give the word and I will approach our mustering point."
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Goraia
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Roleplay posts: 23
Registered: Jan 28, 2017 16:31:13 GMT -8
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Post by Goraia on Feb 14, 2017 10:48:16 GMT -8
"Your main purpose is to gather information then report back." Brock pointed to a blackened part of the forest that spread beyond the boarder of Goraia, "This was the sight of a magical battle. Three dragons were involved and many mages. Here is where we saw the light coming from." Brock addressed Silvers's comment. "You are correct. Though I don't expect you will encounter the Tuatha Dé Ñalma. Much of the land you will be traveling through will have been burned. The safes route will be on the very edge of the forest. Your route will take you through the borderlands and into the burned section of the Forgotten Usque." If that was all the questions there were the pair would be led outside to where their soldiers awaited them. The ten men were collected in an unorganized group. They had already split themselves into three distinct factions. The oldest boys leaned against a fence, talking quietly, their bags and bows by their side. The four greenhorns sat on the ground and leaned against their packs, enthralled in a game of dice. The final four spearmen were the only ones to notice the approach of the two mercenaries.
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Maris Guess
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 34
Physical Description: Standing at 5’8”, years’ of riding and fighting have made Maris an incredibly svelte and powerful-looking figure. His skin is swarthy and beginning to wrinkle with age. A large, fresh, vertical scar cuts down the right side of his face, slicing over the now-empty socket where his right eye once was, and ending right above his lips. Occasionally, he uses a white rag to cover the socket, although he tends to keep it uncovered and open. His long black hair is tied into a ponytail, and keeps his similarly colored goatee trimmed short.
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Clothes and Equipment: In battle, Maris wears a silver suit of scale mail and a fur-lined iron cap. On top of the iron cap is a red horsehair plume, and two long pieces of leather are attached to the side, covering the sides of his head. As for weapons, Maris wields a lance, composite shortbow, and shortsword in battle. While the lance and shortsword seem relatively plain and unremarkable, the shortbow is rather ornate. Carved along half of the bow’s outer body is an array of various symbols, and a phrase in a language few by Maris can understand has been carved along the inner face of the bow. Finally, Maris can almost always be found astride his horse, which he has named Grey Fox: a fast, powerful horse with bay-and-grey-colored fur.
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Post by Maris Guess on Feb 14, 2017 15:40:15 GMT -8
Maris listened to the other two men carefully as he followed the Lieutenant to the mustering grounds. He silently thanked his lucky stars that he wouldn’t have to lead his patrol too deep into an apparently magical forest. He did not like magic, and he certainly was not interested in facing it down.
When the group finally found the mustering grounds, Maris had to let out a sigh at what he saw before him. It was never a good sign when your soldiers were so clearly dividing themselves. Small units like this one thrived or died on the cohesion of its men. Maris made a mental note that he would have to work on that while he was training these men. At least the spearmen seemed aware enough to realize that their commander had arrived. Without waiting for anyone else to speak, Maris would let out a shrill whistle to get the attention of the men in the field.
“Line up,” Maris’ voice boomed over the field. The other men who had been with him would be able to recognize that the slightly relaxed tone in his voice had faded out and been replaced with one that seemed to drip with authority.
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Goraia
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Roleplay posts: 23
Registered: Jan 28, 2017 16:31:13 GMT -8
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Post by Goraia on Feb 15, 2017 0:07:12 GMT -8
The four spearmen quickly came to attention and formed a line. The archers were next, standing tall but knowing no parade stance. The remainders slouched and shuffled their feet. One of them even cocked his head to better pick his noes with his thumb.
Liuetenant Brock sighed, "Everything should be packed. Ricky has the map and compass." Brock pointed to one of the older archers. "They're all yours. I expect you two 'll turn these men into officers in no time!" With that the Lieutenant returned to HQ.
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Maris Guess
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 34
Physical Description: Standing at 5’8”, years’ of riding and fighting have made Maris an incredibly svelte and powerful-looking figure. His skin is swarthy and beginning to wrinkle with age. A large, fresh, vertical scar cuts down the right side of his face, slicing over the now-empty socket where his right eye once was, and ending right above his lips. Occasionally, he uses a white rag to cover the socket, although he tends to keep it uncovered and open. His long black hair is tied into a ponytail, and keeps his similarly colored goatee trimmed short.
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Clothes and Equipment: In battle, Maris wears a silver suit of scale mail and a fur-lined iron cap. On top of the iron cap is a red horsehair plume, and two long pieces of leather are attached to the side, covering the sides of his head. As for weapons, Maris wields a lance, composite shortbow, and shortsword in battle. While the lance and shortsword seem relatively plain and unremarkable, the shortbow is rather ornate. Carved along half of the bow’s outer body is an array of various symbols, and a phrase in a language few by Maris can understand has been carved along the inner face of the bow. Finally, Maris can almost always be found astride his horse, which he has named Grey Fox: a fast, powerful horse with bay-and-grey-colored fur.
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Post by Maris Guess on Feb 15, 2017 8:57:04 GMT -8
Maris spit as he observed just how poorly disciplined his troops really were. For a moment, he would simply stand where he was, appraising his motley crew with a hard glare. As soon as Lieutenant Brock had walked away, he would pull Silver Cloud Yin aside. “We do not know what we will be dealing with on this mission, and these men are going to need to have at least a modicum of discipline before they are ready to face anything,” he whispered to the other man, quiet enough that the men in the line wouldn't be able to hear him, “How do you want to handle this?”
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Silver Cloud Yin
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: Twenty.
Physical Description: Appearance:
Yin stands about average height, with slightly pointed features and pale skin. His hair is long and often tied into a messy bun, and as dark in colour as his eyes are. Yin's eyes are, in fact, so dark that they appear to be unnaturally so - and sometimes unnerve those who look into them.
He almost exclusively wears clothing in the eastern styles, which is mirrored in the weapons he wields.
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Post by Silver Cloud Yin on Feb 15, 2017 11:32:34 GMT -8
"I do not know," Silver replied as he stood alongside Maris returned his whispering. "In my homeland, children are more naturally disciplined than this. Even more so those whose parents are part of my clan's soldiery, for they will be expected to follow in those footsteps and take up a weapon when they're old enough to train. In these cases, discipline is fine-tuned with the stick and a deep respect for their betters. If we try to beat it into these men, we will see a rebellion on our hands."
He paused to think a moment. "We must show them why they need discipline and coordination, or we'll get nowhere. Perhaps a competition? There are ten of them, so we could split them into two teams of five; purposefully separate them from their current cliques and force cooperation on them all in the form of a bout of five versus five. Two or three rounds while alternating members of each team, so that all are made to work with all others," he suggested as he looked over each of the men and their postures.
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Maris Guess
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 34
Physical Description: Standing at 5’8”, years’ of riding and fighting have made Maris an incredibly svelte and powerful-looking figure. His skin is swarthy and beginning to wrinkle with age. A large, fresh, vertical scar cuts down the right side of his face, slicing over the now-empty socket where his right eye once was, and ending right above his lips. Occasionally, he uses a white rag to cover the socket, although he tends to keep it uncovered and open. His long black hair is tied into a ponytail, and keeps his similarly colored goatee trimmed short.
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Clothes and Equipment: In battle, Maris wears a silver suit of scale mail and a fur-lined iron cap. On top of the iron cap is a red horsehair plume, and two long pieces of leather are attached to the side, covering the sides of his head. As for weapons, Maris wields a lance, composite shortbow, and shortsword in battle. While the lance and shortsword seem relatively plain and unremarkable, the shortbow is rather ornate. Carved along half of the bow’s outer body is an array of various symbols, and a phrase in a language few by Maris can understand has been carved along the inner face of the bow. Finally, Maris can almost always be found astride his horse, which he has named Grey Fox: a fast, powerful horse with bay-and-grey-colored fur.
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Post by Maris Guess on Feb 16, 2017 17:42:53 GMT -8
Maris mulled over Silver’s suggestion for a moment. He had a point about why they shouldn’t try to just beat discipline into the men, especially considering they were foreigners here. Still, he wasn’t going to let them off that easily.
“Good idea,” Maris said, grunting in agreement, “I’ll talk to them, then you can get started on this competition. Just make sure it doesn't take too long. I think they wanted us to leave today,”
With that, Maris walked up to the line of men. As he approached, he tore off the cloth covering his eye. Approaching the first man in line, Maris stopped walking and stepped towards the soldier, getting uncomfortably close, while silently staring the man in the eyes, trying to gauge their composure. After maybe 30 seconds of this, he would step back, forcibly correct their posture to at least look presentable, and then continue down the line. He would then repeat this process for each of the ten men in the line (he was sure to be particularly harsh to the one who was picking his nose earlier). After he had reached the end of the line, Maris would turn around, and begin slowly pacing in front of the men.
“Alright listen up,” he commanded, his voice still tinged with authority, “First thing first, my name is Maris Guess. From this point on, you will only address me as, ‘Sir,’ or ‘Captain.’ My job is to lead you pups on an expedition to this ‘Usque.’ From now, until the end of the mission, all your orders will either come from me, or from my lieutenant over there,” he stopped and gestured towards Silver, then continued his pacing, “I only have a few rules, but I expect them to be followed. One, when I give you an order, you follow it, no if, ands, or buts about it. Two, there will be no factionalism here. You are a single unit, and you will act like it. That means you will work together, march together, eat together, fight together, and be punished together. Three, you will also obey any and all rules of the Gorarian military when you are under my command. Now, if any of you wish to actually make it through this war, much less this mission, alive, you all will need training, and your lieutenant had some ideas in that regard. Lieutenant,” at that point, Maris stopped pacing, and took a step back, giving Silver a nod to take over.
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Silver Cloud Yin
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: Twenty.
Physical Description: Appearance:
Yin stands about average height, with slightly pointed features and pale skin. His hair is long and often tied into a messy bun, and as dark in colour as his eyes are. Yin's eyes are, in fact, so dark that they appear to be unnaturally so - and sometimes unnerve those who look into them.
He almost exclusively wears clothing in the eastern styles, which is mirrored in the weapons he wields.
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Post by Silver Cloud Yin on Feb 17, 2017 10:18:56 GMT -8
Silver's take-over was a silent one; the man stepping forwards and, just like Maris, approaching each in turn and looking him up and down. He made no adjustments to the postures they likely kept, nor did he chastise them for something they may or may not have been doing. Instead his reasoning was a rather different one - a psychological cocktail consisting of looking them over for the slightest weaknesses that he could find and an intensity in his quiet pacing that would put unease into their hearts. He wanted them to know he was dangerous, but not give anything specific away in order to equally gain their awe, fear and respect.
Eventually he spoke up with a voice that was low yet calm, like a frost-edged sword. "By this time tomorrow you will have played a game with lady death. There is no such thing as game-changing luck when facing her down, for luck is merely the result of preparation. Prepare well and you will survive, prepare poorly and you will die," he told them. "Unfortunately for all of you, there is very little time to prepare most of you with the training I would have liked you to have, so to start with you will make do with two pieces of advice I have to give you: do what you're told when you're told to do it and don't let the person next to you be harmed, no matter who it is."
With that said he moved back towards the line and began to pick members out, then shuffle their position like they were a deck of cards in his hand. When each man found himself standing next to a stranger, he split the line in two halves of five and stepped back again. A second later, he took a small knife from his belt and tossed it into the trunk of a nearby tree. "We will play a game. One team will protect the knife, while the other will attempt to take it. You will work with people you are not comfortable with and do not know and each round some of you will change teams so that all of you are forced to work with each other at least once. There is only one rule: do not injure or kill one another; I will personally take the head of any man who goes against this."
"To succeed you will need to rely on one another and work as a single unit to either prevent or break through the opposing side. Each round will last ten minutes or until the knife has been taken and we will do this until each of you has worked with every other member of this squadron."
He stepped away from them towards Maris, then took in a breath and crossed his arms. "Get going."
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Goraia
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Roleplay posts: 23
Registered: Jan 28, 2017 16:31:13 GMT -8
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Post by Goraia on Feb 17, 2017 19:34:33 GMT -8
Three of the younger boys could not meet the intense stare from their commanders. The one one the end, however, had a somewhat dull expression on his face (perhaps it was the jostling Maris had given him). The older boys held their composure, but were sweating by the time Silver was done. The four spearmen remained in parade rest and seemed unconcerned by the whole experience.
The young soldiers eagerly jumped into the game Lieutenant Silver had provided for them. Some had played similar games in the past. The more experienced soldiers (the spearmen transferred from a war camp) immediately started organizing their teams. The defenders had four people in a semicircle around the tree with one person standing at the trunk. Offence had chosen a blob formation.
The group of attackers rushed one point in the circle. The two younger boys managed to tackle one of the defenders experienced members, weighing him down with their chainmail. The older recruit (one of the woodsmen) was quickly pushed back by two other defenders.
Meanwhile, the two experienced boys on the attacking team split around either side of the point attack. The first, and apparent originator of the plan went to grapple with the defender at the trunk of the tree. The second youth shouldered his way past the last defender and had an open line to the tree. Facing Maris Guess and Silver Cloud the lad lifted the knife into the air and whooped.
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Maris Guess
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 34
Physical Description: Standing at 5’8”, years’ of riding and fighting have made Maris an incredibly svelte and powerful-looking figure. His skin is swarthy and beginning to wrinkle with age. A large, fresh, vertical scar cuts down the right side of his face, slicing over the now-empty socket where his right eye once was, and ending right above his lips. Occasionally, he uses a white rag to cover the socket, although he tends to keep it uncovered and open. His long black hair is tied into a ponytail, and keeps his similarly colored goatee trimmed short.
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Clothes and Equipment: In battle, Maris wears a silver suit of scale mail and a fur-lined iron cap. On top of the iron cap is a red horsehair plume, and two long pieces of leather are attached to the side, covering the sides of his head. As for weapons, Maris wields a lance, composite shortbow, and shortsword in battle. While the lance and shortsword seem relatively plain and unremarkable, the shortbow is rather ornate. Carved along half of the bow’s outer body is an array of various symbols, and a phrase in a language few by Maris can understand has been carved along the inner face of the bow. Finally, Maris can almost always be found astride his horse, which he has named Grey Fox: a fast, powerful horse with bay-and-grey-colored fur.
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Post by Maris Guess on Feb 18, 2017 1:12:30 GMT -8
Maris had a slight frown on his face as he watched the proceedings of the fight. If Silver were to look at the man, he would notice Maris’ hand rhythmically opening and closing as he grasped at the air. When the young attacking soldier held up the knife in triumph, Maris would give him a small nod of recognition, and then call for both sides to reassemble at their starting positions. Before going over, however, Maris would turn towards Silver.
“Sloppy work,” he began, “The attackers provided too many openings, and the defenders were just sloppy. I suggest that we each talk to one side before the next round begins,”
Maris paused for a moment, mulling over another idea that had occurred to him. Silver’s ban on injuries had basically locked up the men into individual combat, where those with the heavier armor seemed to triumph, “Also, I would like to make some adjustments to the rules of the competition. It might benefit if the men were barred from using their armor and there were a way for someone to be eliminated,” he explained.
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Silver Cloud Yin
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: Twenty.
Physical Description: Appearance:
Yin stands about average height, with slightly pointed features and pale skin. His hair is long and often tied into a messy bun, and as dark in colour as his eyes are. Yin's eyes are, in fact, so dark that they appear to be unnaturally so - and sometimes unnerve those who look into them.
He almost exclusively wears clothing in the eastern styles, which is mirrored in the weapons he wields.
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Post by Silver Cloud Yin on Feb 18, 2017 11:21:34 GMT -8
Silver had been watching with interest, despite agreeing with Maris on many of the points he brought up. "Adjust any rules you wish," he told the man as he began to slowly move around the trunk of the tree to examine the aftermath of the little 'skirmish'. He noted how the game's players had not just followed the rules he originally set out, but imposed even more restrictions on themselves that he never specified.
Of course, this was intended on his part. He was not interested in the fairness of the game, for war was not fair. He was interested in teamwork, how they adapted to each other and worked to gain victory despite what odds may have been against them.
"I note how none of you used your weapons or other arms. Interesting," he told them, before turning on his heel and moving back over towards Maris in order to give him a nod. "A method of elimination would certainly add to the realism of the game. Perhaps if one is knocked to the floor?"
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Maris Guess
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 34
Physical Description: Standing at 5’8”, years’ of riding and fighting have made Maris an incredibly svelte and powerful-looking figure. His skin is swarthy and beginning to wrinkle with age. A large, fresh, vertical scar cuts down the right side of his face, slicing over the now-empty socket where his right eye once was, and ending right above his lips. Occasionally, he uses a white rag to cover the socket, although he tends to keep it uncovered and open. His long black hair is tied into a ponytail, and keeps his similarly colored goatee trimmed short.
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Clothes and Equipment: In battle, Maris wears a silver suit of scale mail and a fur-lined iron cap. On top of the iron cap is a red horsehair plume, and two long pieces of leather are attached to the side, covering the sides of his head. As for weapons, Maris wields a lance, composite shortbow, and shortsword in battle. While the lance and shortsword seem relatively plain and unremarkable, the shortbow is rather ornate. Carved along half of the bow’s outer body is an array of various symbols, and a phrase in a language few by Maris can understand has been carved along the inner face of the bow. Finally, Maris can almost always be found astride his horse, which he has named Grey Fox: a fast, powerful horse with bay-and-grey-colored fur.
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Post by Maris Guess on Feb 19, 2017 1:36:34 GMT -8
A small grin crept over Maris’ face at Silver’s suggestion, “You took the words right out of my mouth,” he says, before walking over to the soldiers.
“Alright, listen up. I have some quick changes to make to the rules,” he began, holding up his hand, and raising a single finger into the air, “One, I see many of you used your heavier armor to your advantage,“ he nodded, “Good, in a real fight, make use of any advantage you have. For the sake of your training, however, all armor is prohibited from this point on, no matter how light it may be. For modesty’s sake, of course, you will still be permitted to keep your most basic clothing – including belts, quivers, and scabbards – on, but nothing else,”
As Maris continued speaking, he began to pace, and held up a second finger, “Two, from now on, should any part of your body above your shins – with the exception of your hands – touch the ground for whatever reason, you will be eliminated from the fight, and must sit off to the side of the field for the remainder of the match,”
He lifted one more finger up as he continued pacing, “Three, you will not be punished for injuring another man, so long as the injury is not severe, and will not hamper either party’s ability to march or fight properly. That means that bumps and bruises are acceptable, but broken bones and other such long-lasting injuries will be punished, I will remain here to act as a judge. My rulings are final, and be warned, should I catch any of you cheating, you will be punished,” he concluded, putting a particular emphasis on the word, “catch,”
With that said, Maris would wait for both teams to strip out of their armor, and then gesture to Silver to go and rearrange the teams as he saw fit. During this time, he would also ask a nearby soldier or guard to try and commandeer some blunted or wooden practice weapons that the men could use. When they arrived, he would lay them out, and “suggest” that they be used in lieu of real weaponry. Provided there were no objections to any of this from either his lieutenant, or any of the other men, Maris would then hold up an outstretch hand and call out the order to ready for combat. Once both teams appeared to be ready, he would wait about thirty seconds, and then drop his hand, giving the signal to start.
“Ready… Begin!”
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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 Apr 24, 2017 18:33:02 GMT -8
Somewhere on the eastern boarder of the lands that were once Medan a dragon crosses far above. Whether or not his tidings were ill or benign are yet to be seen.
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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 Apr 26, 2017 10:44:06 GMT -8
As Trogdor flew he wondered briefly what Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui needed to talk about. The thoughts faded as more important matters took the foreground, "You say you already know of our fallen kin. Do you know anything about this Pegasus Knight?" It seemed that the storm dragon new more about this situation then Trogdor did. For now the red dragon would keep the existence of the egg secret not wanting any unnecessary attention to be drawn before the hatching emerged. Discovering The Black One had awakened a paternal instinct in Trogdor. This more then anything was the reason he was acting more rationally than he had in the last millennia.
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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 Apr 26, 2017 11:11:28 GMT -8
*Uses border.* (I'll respond to you at our destination, Trogdor.)
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