Goraia
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Post by Goraia on Feb 24, 2016 8:58:07 GMT -8
A section of stone wall had been completed, one he could simply circumvent by walking around. The palisade, however, needed to be battered through. It gave, naturally, given its rudimentary nature, after however long it'd take for it to bash its way through. Arrows would fly in its direction. The border defenses of Goraia were significantly beyond that of Medan, and even moreso to guard the construction projects that were slated to make them even better. Chief among these arrows were the specially enchanted projectiles earned of Medan's constant dragon attacks--designed specifically to pierce magic-resistant armor and being modeled for the dragon, the serpentine beast challenged what may have been the world's most sophisticated anti-serpentine-beast technologies.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2016 9:09:52 GMT -8
The snake writhed and twisted to avoid the arrows, though one pierced its metal skin. Vrosin made an agile leap over the wall and thrashed its tail to throw archers behind it, then curling and striking forward to drive off anyone in front of it.
Human fools! For three thousand years have I longed to return and rule. Your fight is futile!
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Goraia
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Post by Goraia on Feb 24, 2016 9:17:00 GMT -8
"It's hit!"
"Watch out!!"
"It's in!"
"Get the general!"
Caution was through the roof--while the beast was vastly outnumbered, it had everyone on edge. Psychologically, the ball so far was in its court. At least for the time being. Arrows continued to fly in an attempt to whiddle it down. Real trouble started if it were to pursue melee, however, for by snapping at troops and slithering their way, it forced the utilization of similarly-enchanted claymores and greatswords, weapons mixed among the ordinary and were another aspect of the all-encompassing dragon-defense doctrine of the Goraian armed forces. This would help stem arrows as Goraians did not want to shoot their own troops.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2016 9:25:38 GMT -8
Vrosin coiled and struck, spun around and leapt through the air in attempts to harm the soldiers and avoid being hit. When the sword came, it retreated just out of reach and spit a kind of force to push the opponents back.
Bring me your exalted generals! They are the only mortals I deem to speak to as you speak to a servant!
The snake coiled onto the section of wall that had been completed and contented itself with slithering unpredictably along its surface, charging a spell as it waited.
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Goraia
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Roleplay posts: 316
Registered: Mar 3, 2015 12:43:36 GMT -8
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Post by Goraia on Feb 24, 2016 9:29:18 GMT -8
While its writhing was, by nature, unpredictable, its newfound positioning atop the wall merely centered it for the increasingly fanned out archers that grew further and further away from each other. Perched atop the wall, Vrosin was a wiggling duck, and its difficulty to hit would be offset by the predictability of its perch. Concentrating fire towards the wall, Vrosin perched atop it would almost assuredly be hit numerous times, even while the majority of arrows glanced off its round armor or soared overhead.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2016 9:41:39 GMT -8
Vrosin was struck time and again, punishment for showing too much flat surface to the archers. Annoyed, it called out:
Fools! I hurt you not, for I await your kings and lords. Strike me and I shall bring the fury of a million worlds!
The Immortal continued charging its spell, calling upon the forces of the wind.
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Zagarus
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Roleplay posts: 43
Age: 37
Clothes and Equipment: Usually dark royal silks and robes with a cape, often in ceremonial but functional armor. Wears a gunmetal star-shaped pendant.
Registered: Feb 23, 2016 10:00:20 GMT -8
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Post by Zagarus on Feb 24, 2016 9:55:51 GMT -8
He did not run, did not come bolting onto the scene following the desperate cry for the general, but made his advance with a casual air of stoicism. Vrosin would feel a competitive pull in the local mana, and it'd instantly be linked to the arrival of a partially armored man. Long, dark hair and cape billowed in the open breeze as he walked down the field. His presence demanded a ceasefire, and the arrows stopped. His dark grey coat was parted in a V, exposing his bare and muscular chest, upon which rested a heavy, grey star-shaped pendant.
"The fury of a million worlds..? Be careful what you speak, beast, for you are in the lands of the great and exalted Lord Zephidel."
His deep voice was confident, smooth like velvet, and carried on a breeze that seemed almost to magnify his words.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2016 11:22:54 GMT -8
Vrosin halted its crawl atop the wall, coiling on it and staring down at Zagarus. Though its piercing visage was frozen in a glare, he could likely sense that the Immortal's gaze of hatred would have been genuine anyway. It replied in a loud voice that carried no sound, resonating through one's body like music at a loud concert, but also entirely mental.
Insolent whelp! No lord is greater than Morgdun almighty, the fallen king of the universe! I am Vrosin, High Immortal of the Lightning Kingdom, whose reign is eternally grounded in the past and the present and the age to come! Our kingdom knew no borders and the people of all corners of the world feared my name! Prayers were uttered to my master and mercy begged of me, his servant! Who are you to dare call me "beast"?
As the Immortal spoke, the atmosphere darkened, though there was no sign of rain or even cloud cover.
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Zagarus
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Roleplay posts: 43
Age: 37
Clothes and Equipment: Usually dark royal silks and robes with a cape, often in ceremonial but functional armor. Wears a gunmetal star-shaped pendant.
Registered: Feb 23, 2016 10:00:20 GMT -8
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Post by Zagarus on Feb 24, 2016 11:48:37 GMT -8
"I am Zagarus, humble servant to our great and merciful Lord Zephidel. Your powers are impressive, and it'd be a shame to see them wasted... I would like to extend you a deal on behalf of our lord Zephidel, for truly one so powerful as yourself would want to see themselves on the right side of history..."
He stopped walking, his stone cold gaze matching the serpentine invader's as he laid out a fairly straightforward term.
"Join us, and you will not be disappointed. Bind yourself to service, and you may come to witness the greatness of your past... refuse, and you have two minutes to disappear from this border and we will forgive your crimes."
Zagarus' tug on the local mana continued to be a tangible factor, and energy began to coalesce more densely in his figure.
"This is a final offer."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2016 16:02:27 GMT -8
Vrosin did not even give it any consideration:
I will never accomplish with you what was done by Morgdun. However, you may attain even a fraction of his glory. I will serve your Lord.
Inwardly he thought, And I will find you, Morgdun.
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Dee Emmecks
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Roleplay posts: 36
Age: 38
Physical Description: Darkskinned, shaved head, black moustache and a short beard on his chin. He has a tear tattooed near his left eye.
Clothes and Equipment: His signature outfit is a long black jacket with no shirt underneath. He wears a spiked dog collar around his neck with a metal tag brandishing the letter "D".
He wears burlap trousers and black leather boots.
Registered: Jan 26, 2016 21:02:27 GMT -8
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Post by Dee Emmecks on Feb 24, 2016 17:48:54 GMT -8
A dark skinned man approaches the fortified border. He called out as he came near enough for the guards to spot him. "EYO, I'M LOOKING FOR ZAGARUS!"
The man wore a long black jacket with no shirt on underneath and burlap trousers. Around his neck was a spiked dog collar with a metal tag brandish a single letter D, a fashion statement. On his face, the dark man had a tear tattooed off the side of his eye, symbolizing the first man he ever killed.
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Zagarus
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Roleplay posts: 43
Age: 37
Clothes and Equipment: Usually dark royal silks and robes with a cape, often in ceremonial but functional armor. Wears a gunmetal star-shaped pendant.
Registered: Feb 23, 2016 10:00:20 GMT -8
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Post by Zagarus on Feb 24, 2016 17:54:09 GMT -8
He looked from Vrosin to the man who strode out into the field.
"I am general Zagarus. From where do you report?"
His smooth and velvetine tone carried over to him softly; there seemed to be something incredibly reserved about Zagarus, as though he were constantly withholding some great, immeasurable power.
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Dee Emmecks
Established
Roleplay posts: 36
Age: 38
Physical Description: Darkskinned, shaved head, black moustache and a short beard on his chin. He has a tear tattooed near his left eye.
Clothes and Equipment: His signature outfit is a long black jacket with no shirt underneath. He wears a spiked dog collar around his neck with a metal tag brandishing the letter "D".
He wears burlap trousers and black leather boots.
Registered: Jan 26, 2016 21:02:27 GMT -8
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Post by Dee Emmecks on Feb 24, 2016 18:03:47 GMT -8
"ARE YOU ZAGARUS?!" Dee shouts, having not heard him state that he is indeed who he is looking for. "I'm Dee Emmecks. Some government men told me I was given a pardon if I came her to find him."
Dee points back to a pair of armed guards in the distance, "They escorted me to make sure I wouldn't just run off!"
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Zagarus
Established
Roleplay posts: 43
Age: 37
Clothes and Equipment: Usually dark royal silks and robes with a cape, often in ceremonial but functional armor. Wears a gunmetal star-shaped pendant.
Registered: Feb 23, 2016 10:00:20 GMT -8
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Post by Zagarus on Feb 24, 2016 18:14:27 GMT -8
"Well..."
He had just received word of Jarkoopi's new ownership of Lumbek. The dragon was in need of subjects.
"I know just where to put you. But first, tell me... for what reason were you sent to report to me, are there any skills you have that are notable that I can employ? As you can see here..." The wall had crumbled in places, and the aftermath of a short battle could be seen all around. "We are in need of specializations."
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Dee Emmecks
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Roleplay posts: 36
Age: 38
Physical Description: Darkskinned, shaved head, black moustache and a short beard on his chin. He has a tear tattooed near his left eye.
Clothes and Equipment: His signature outfit is a long black jacket with no shirt underneath. He wears a spiked dog collar around his neck with a metal tag brandishing the letter "D".
He wears burlap trousers and black leather boots.
Registered: Jan 26, 2016 21:02:27 GMT -8
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Post by Dee Emmecks on Feb 24, 2016 18:41:11 GMT -8
Dee has a little easier time hearing him now that he's closer, He chuckles and shakes his head, "Uses for a convicted killer, I'm sure there are a few." A menacing Aura emanates from the man in front of Zagarus, wisps of shadow curl around himself and a ghostly image appears in front of Dee. It looked humanoid, lean and muscular, it had no head but a wisp of smoke coming from it's neck. It had a pair of large eyes on it's pectorals with markings resembling trails of tears going down it's body from the eyes. Around its waist were 2 belts criss-crossing with a buckle in the shape of an X."This is here is Ruff Ryder, some sort of ghost that follows me around, I've heard some call it a 'Stand'. You see the tears coming from it's eyes? Each tear represents a life I've took using Ruff Ryder. And I'll kill more, if you point me toward who needs killin'..." Dee's hands are in his Jacket pockets now while he looks up at the sky, he then turns his head to Zagarus. Dee and Zagarus' shadows had become linked and Zagarus could likely feel a presence behind him, a shadowy copy of Ruff Ryder. "You could definately find a use for me... but the question is if you can Contain me... can you?"
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Zagarus
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Roleplay posts: 43
Age: 37
Clothes and Equipment: Usually dark royal silks and robes with a cape, often in ceremonial but functional armor. Wears a gunmetal star-shaped pendant.
Registered: Feb 23, 2016 10:00:20 GMT -8
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Post by Zagarus on Feb 24, 2016 19:00:28 GMT -8
"Yes."
Zagarus' right hand reached for the hilt of his bastard sword and drew it from its scabbard. His star-shaped pendant on his bare chest glowed a fluorescent blue and then stopped, before waves of anti-magic began protruding from the now drawn blade.
"Is it a challenge? We have urgent business to attend to."
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Dee Emmecks
Established
Roleplay posts: 36
Age: 38
Physical Description: Darkskinned, shaved head, black moustache and a short beard on his chin. He has a tear tattooed near his left eye.
Clothes and Equipment: His signature outfit is a long black jacket with no shirt underneath. He wears a spiked dog collar around his neck with a metal tag brandishing the letter "D".
He wears burlap trousers and black leather boots.
Registered: Jan 26, 2016 21:02:27 GMT -8
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Post by Dee Emmecks on Feb 24, 2016 19:05:58 GMT -8
"A demonstration, I aint in a hurry to go back to prison." the shadow replica dissipates and Ruff Ryder swirls back inside of Dee. The man shuffles further forward to look at Zagarus better. "What would you have me do first, General?"
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Zagarus
Established
Roleplay posts: 43
Age: 37
Clothes and Equipment: Usually dark royal silks and robes with a cape, often in ceremonial but functional armor. Wears a gunmetal star-shaped pendant.
Registered: Feb 23, 2016 10:00:20 GMT -8
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Post by Zagarus on Feb 24, 2016 19:42:38 GMT -8
Zagarus handed Dee a small, grey orb. It was a communication orb, common among syndicates of mages and other such organizations.
"Keep this in your pocket. It will glow orange and turn warm when I wish to speak with you. I will have orders for you through this device. You are to report to Lumbek immediately... there, seek out your intermediate master, Jarkoopi, and he should set up your living situation."
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Dee Emmecks
Established
Roleplay posts: 36
Age: 38
Physical Description: Darkskinned, shaved head, black moustache and a short beard on his chin. He has a tear tattooed near his left eye.
Clothes and Equipment: His signature outfit is a long black jacket with no shirt underneath. He wears a spiked dog collar around his neck with a metal tag brandishing the letter "D".
He wears burlap trousers and black leather boots.
Registered: Jan 26, 2016 21:02:27 GMT -8
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Post by Dee Emmecks on Feb 24, 2016 20:04:50 GMT -8
Dee takes the orb and inspects it before placing it in his pocket. "Aight. These goons aint gonna follow me there are they?"
Dee refers to the two men that escorted him here.
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Goraia
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Post by Goraia on Feb 25, 2016 11:00:30 GMT -8
There would be no warning whatsoever, no indication as to what would befall the southern border in the next few moments. From seemingly no where a titanic shape burst through the clouds, an enormous monstrosity of a dragon. It's wings were a hurricane, it's breath a volcano. It's teeth were the size of houses, and it's claws as long as a city block. If the dragon were to stand next to the by comparison pitiful defenses that lined the border, the highest towers would only reach it's toes. Guards from the previous nation of Medan would immediately recognize this terrible dragon, it appeared to be the all powerful form of Imperator et Libertus Friz'lor, a 1.5 mile long dragon. With one great flap of it's gigantic wings, the dragon descended upon the southern border, sending winds blasting through the defenses in upwards of 300 mph. These winds would easily tear apart any mortal building and send it flying through the air, any man in the open would similarly be blown off their feet and sent skyward, only to break upon the ground. If the rocky defenses still stood, the dragon's landing would finish them off. As the dragon landed, the sheer weight of the creature impacting the land would send an earthquake throughout the surrounding area at a magnitude of 10. Giant fissures would form as the very ground beneath the soldiers quaked and shattered. Even as this apocalyptic scene of destruction unfolded, a terrible and immense power could be felt gathering within the dragon, the very temperature of the air for miles would seem to rise a few degrees. (This is going to be ignored. The 1.5 mile dragon phenomena was dismissed as a joke by the administrator of this forum when it was first conceptualized. It was explicitly stated that choosing to humor such a phenomenon is a choice that can be made by the defending roleplayer and that the decision to ignore will be supported by the staff.)
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