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Post by Fallen Nation of Esdara on Jul 23, 2016 15:45:04 GMT -8
Once a desolate and inhospitable valley filled with a deathly Myst, this vale is now a lush garden filled with life and greenery, created by Va'nei Dha'zhi, Earthwarden and thrumming powerfully with life and the ancient magic of the earth. Gently shaded by the constant cloud cover, this valley contains the ruins of the Sky Portal, which was once the main method of access to the destroyed flying island of Esdara. The valley is protected by powerful earth magics that seek to right any damage inflicted upon the earth or its plant life, making it a perpetually green land full of vitality. Inhabited by people of many lands, the main population consists of individuals from the Land-Tillers, and refugees who escaped the destruction of Esdara.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2016 22:00:19 GMT -8
The behemoth lurched over the upraised edge of the valley which was in truth a giant crater, and skidded down into the area from whence it had originated. The Myst that writhed across the valley floor was drawn to the mammoth creature's form, swarming across it. The remaining half-fractured bone structure was repaired and strengthened, and the half-finished tail was rapidly built up.. and perhaps even more disturbing, it began to form muscles and tendons crossing the expanse of that bony body, pulsing grotesquely as they stretched and twisted.
If the creature was followed, it showed no signs of being aware of that fact, and simply remained crouched, absorbing the Myst with a deep, persistent, rumbling growl that made the rock around it tremble.
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Asadobres
Committed
Roleplay posts: 83
Age: 30
Physical Description: A young dragon by all means. Coated in silver scales with claws and horns that look like obsidian. Small frame to be faster and more agile in the air but weaker physically. Her wings when spread are saphiric blue.
Her humanoid form looks like a young elf girl, with white hair and blue eyes. It took time and a lot of practice but her humanoid guise is finally perfected.
Clothes and Equipment: A saddle made by leiron out of many different kinds of leathers. It was well designed through trial and error. She accepts the extra quivers and saddle bags, the weight will make her faster and stronger should they be removed.
In her human form she often wears a light cloth dress that Leiron makes her wear, though she doesn't understand why.
Registered: Jun 30, 2015 19:46:52 GMT -8
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Post by Asadobres on Jul 26, 2016 23:40:29 GMT -8
Asadobres brought leiron into the valley from the air. She saw it first, the monster forming in the mist. It was a powerful beast before now but here it was gaining strength. "Leiron..." The sight was disturbing, she would rather leave than fight the monster in its new grotesque form, a form seeming to continue growing. But she already new her partner would not retreat, would not yield. It was one of the things she admired about her elvish savior, friend, and rider. She began to charge magic within herself, draconic energies roaring about in her lungs. If she was going to fight the monster, she would not hesitate, she would not falter.
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Leiron
Dedicated
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Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 23
Physical Description: The elf was of tanned skin, his hair was brushed back and so blonde it seemed white. He had a scar that started under his right eye and ended half way down his angular face. His cheekbones were high and his face long. His upper body was much bulkier than other elves she had known but his legs were just as gangly. Though you could hardly tell with the thickness of his grieves. Looking at his eyes, they are large like most elves. Silver with ring of blue around his pupil
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Leiron wears a long green sleeved tunic and faded black cloth trousers. Over them he wears bracers, a jerkin with leather scales on hte chest shoulders and arms, boot greaves, and 2 leg satchels, and 3 belts. All are dark brown leather with elvish designs pressed into them. He also has a full helm made of the same material and elvish design. They all have black fur accents except the belts. Over his armor is long, black, cloth gilet which has some elvish embroidery on the edges and black fur and leather over its shoulders. Each belt has a purpose. One belt hangs slightly to the left and holds the scabbard for his sword. Another belt hangs to the right and holds a quiver. and the last and widest (6 inches wide) belt simply holds up his pants... and provides a bit of extra armor.
He has an elvish long sword sheathed at his left hip. a longbow rests across a small shield on his back. Both of which are of elvish design. A mythril spear 6" in length
Registered: Jun 12, 2015 13:24:52 GMT -8
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Post by Leiron on Jul 26, 2016 23:50:30 GMT -8
Leiron saw it. He heard the apprehension in her voice, he reached out and patted the scaled on her neck doing his best to sooth her. Then he felt it, the power building in her lungs, and he knew she had steeled herself. He began to build his own magic, chanting low and quiet in draconian, the language of dragons. Magic building in his chest as though he would breath fire. A monster dwelt below, surrounded by sharp rocks an d ridges; veritable minefield for a dragon rider. He breathed in deep through the nose as he chanted, closing his eyes and relying fully upon the dragon he had known since he was a child. Me'urra Ehta, his mythril spear, gripped in his gloved hand. He patiently built up his magic, patiently building up magic to unleash the strongest magical attack he knew. Its all he could do. he watched what the monster went through outside the valley and it would take all he could to bring the beast down, allies or not it was clear it would take all they had to kill the monster.
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Elizabeth Finch
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 512
Age: 29
Physical Description: Elizabeth, or Liz, stands at about 5'9", weighing in at about 160lbs, most of it muscle from years of riding and fighting. She has platinum blonde hair, usually tied in a ponytail to fit inside her helmet. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green that contrasts well with her tanned skin. She would be considered attractive if she ever removed her armor, otherwise her face is the only indication that underneath the iron discipline and plate armor is an attractive woman.
Clothes and Equipment: Liz wears a normal looking set of plate armor that is custom fitted for her specifically, and does not hide her gender. She wields a lance when mounted. Javelins are carried in her mounts saddle. Her mount is a young Griffin by the name of St. George, he is full grown in height, but does not yet have the full mass of a adult griffin. She wears plain clothes when not in armor and her shield bears the symbol of the Dawn Riders on it, and her breastplate bears the symbol of Isra on it. She wears a small necklace with a purple gemstone on it underneath her breastplate, only visible when she she is unarmored. Her sword has the insignia of the midnight sun engraved in the hilt, as it is relatively out of sight and does not violate the military dress code. Her primary weapon is her sword, an ancient Elven artifact passed down by her bloodline. It is wreathed in green lightning when unsheathed and wielded by her, and she has a sunmetal shield that complements it with magical abilities of its own.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights EST
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 12:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Elizabeth Finch on Jul 27, 2016 4:08:17 GMT -8
The disgusting sight that greeted the Dawn Riders nearly halted them in midair, even the griffins showing signs of discomfort.
"Ignite arrows!"
The Dawn Riders drew their bows, presented crossbows and hefted javelins, all with tips ignited as they took careful aim at the beast below.
"Fire!"
The swarm of projectiles arced out from the Riders, leaving trails of smoke behind them as they sped towards the Behemoth. Liz began drawing mana from the air again, not wanting to enter the myst or get close, this attack would be at a longer range.
(C1: Lightning Bolt)
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Urist Ranulfin
Committed
'ere little piggie!
Roleplay posts: 91
Age: 132
Physical Description: An extremely bulky, and hardy Dwarf fitting their stereotype quite well. He has a great brown beard, and a head shaved clean to help wear his helmet. He is moderately sized for a Dwarf (4ft) but his boots bump that him up to 4'3. His mustache is waxed to be very wide, whilst his beard is in long and very thick braids a sword could get stuck in.
Clothes and Equipment: A massive suit of meteoric iron armour with all sorts of mostly anti-magic enhancements. This metal plate armour is covered with a thin dragon skin. Under it he wears a simple leather jerkin and pants. His boots are massive steel-capped things that create sparks whenever he runs on a hard surface. He is armed with a massive great hammer, creating flames when struck. Finally, his helmet is a great thing, steel, but plated with black obsidian and dragon egg shell and with golden wings. In his back-pack is an old, but reliable crossbow that has a pull a giant would struggle with. He also has a long hook and reel somewhere on him. On his belt are a secondary and much smaller axe, and hammer, whilst on his back is a rather massive and thick shield. He also carries a rather massive book which he never shares the details of. Finally, across his back is a massive fur cape, which if one pays attention to is of humanoid origin.... Adorning his fingers are fat golden rings with all kinds of patterns, but on one hands's fingers is engraved "Urist" in common, whilst in the other in Dwarfish. A gold chain is on his neck, while silver braces are on both of his hands, over his armour as decoration. This mass of equipment means that he rarely strays from civilization, and when he does he is always hunting for something to eat, for it is tiring to carry all the gear he does.
Registered: Jul 9, 2016 13:07:48 GMT -8
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Post by Urist Ranulfin on Jul 27, 2016 6:09:41 GMT -8
The Dwarf had come, surprised at the ability of the creature and it's determination. Dwarves are natural sprinters, not marathon runners. Still, he once again fired an enchanted bolt from his crossbow. It would not be very damaging but would only go to show whether or not the creature was still vulnerable go anti-magical properties. Regardless, he would begin to wind up the reel of his hook after shooting the bolt, and slowly but cautiously walking over to it.
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Jul 27, 2016 20:20:12 GMT -8
Jun came in just behind the other heroes. Her magic had expired, but she was just outside the valley.
"What the hell is this place?"
By now it should be obvious that fire and holy magic were the ways to go, so Jun raised Resonance into the air again and waved it around. Trails of heat and flames flew off of it, and lashed out at the mist close by. The amount of mana around her was growing rapidly. (C1)
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Va'nei Dha'zhi, Earthwarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 323
Age: Way too old for any shenanigans.
Physical Description: In her natural form, Va'nei is a dragon. A very very large dragon. She stands 90' tall at the shoulder, and her wingspan is 480'; her body is long and slender, for a dragon, at 230' long. Her tail is longer than that of the average dragon, longer even than the rest of her body at a total 270', and dwindles to a long, thin, prehensile point capable of great dexterity and precision. She is ancient and colossal, an earth dragon of great wisdom, and appears to be covered in leaves, moss, and vines. Her eyes are a vibrant shining gold in both forms. In her human shape, she is humorously small compared to her dragon form. An average 5'6" and slender, she has long green hair and lightly-tanned skin; her skin retains a faint iridescent scale pattern, seen in certain angles of light.
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Clothes and Equipment: When in her dragon shape, Va'nei carries no equipment. As a human, she wears layered green robes and a pair of thigh-high green heeled boots. She also wears a headband with a small feathered adornment just above her left ear, and a necklace comprised of carved crystal beads.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 11:13:10 GMT -8
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Post by Va'nei Dha'zhi, Earthwarden on Jul 28, 2016 5:51:06 GMT -8
Va'nei landed just on the edge of the valley and hunkered down, allowing those who hadn't come here by another means to vacate their places upon her back - namely her druids and the other forces of the Land-Tiller's States who lacked the power of flight. Raising her head, she sniffed in the direction of the valley, then used her abilities to communicate with the land and see what was going on in there. The transformation the behemoth was undergoing was horrific, and made her growl loudly, the earth echoing her feelings by rumbling slightly. Then she craned her head around to speak to the mages and druids, speaking loudly enough for the others nearby to hear.
"This miasma and the creature both seem to be weak to fire - I want the mages to burn the fog away. Guardians, you will assist me in cleansing the earth of its dark taint as we progress further into the valley. Everyone else, your duties are to protect the mages and Guardians while the strong ones defeat the beast. We march!" Gathering her mana, she remained behind the forces so as to better protect them as they began a gradual march into the valley.
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Spero
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 111
Age: Eternal
Physical Description: Roughly 6'2 with a 14' foot wing span. He has straight black hair that runs to mid back. His eyes are a bright shining silver, that occasionally flashes gold. He is as handsome as you would think an angel would be, though instead of the soft features his are rugged. He almost always has friendly, inviting, smile that puts others at ease.
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Clothes and Equipment: Set of holy silver armor inlaid with gold. Holy spear, holy bow with quiver of holy arrows. A simple set of traveling clothes, and a back pack in which he stores his gear.
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Registered: Jan 29, 2016 14:24:06 GMT -8
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Post by Spero on Jul 28, 2016 11:28:12 GMT -8
Spero arrives in the valley, hovering above the myst the Seraphim's seal in the air behind him. The interior glyphs of the seal spin and a spark ignites into a glowing sun at the center.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 21, 2024 10:04:37 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2016 11:38:36 GMT -8
The behemoth quickly became aware of the fact that it had been pursued, but that didn't stop it from trying to bulk itself up with the Myst around it - the thick substance continued to twist and writhe as it was absorbed by the creature, which growled threateningly at the interlopers. It wasn't going to just back down. They would be forced to destroy it. Although when it realized that mages were burning away its sustenance and druids were attempting to cleanse the earth, it lunged forward to swipe at them with a giant talon. It seemed more intelligent here in the valley, perhaps whatever was creating the Myst was now driving the behemoth?
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Leiron
Dedicated
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Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 23
Physical Description: The elf was of tanned skin, his hair was brushed back and so blonde it seemed white. He had a scar that started under his right eye and ended half way down his angular face. His cheekbones were high and his face long. His upper body was much bulkier than other elves she had known but his legs were just as gangly. Though you could hardly tell with the thickness of his grieves. Looking at his eyes, they are large like most elves. Silver with ring of blue around his pupil
Clothes and Equipment: ________________________________________________________
Leiron wears a long green sleeved tunic and faded black cloth trousers. Over them he wears bracers, a jerkin with leather scales on hte chest shoulders and arms, boot greaves, and 2 leg satchels, and 3 belts. All are dark brown leather with elvish designs pressed into them. He also has a full helm made of the same material and elvish design. They all have black fur accents except the belts. Over his armor is long, black, cloth gilet which has some elvish embroidery on the edges and black fur and leather over its shoulders. Each belt has a purpose. One belt hangs slightly to the left and holds the scabbard for his sword. Another belt hangs to the right and holds a quiver. and the last and widest (6 inches wide) belt simply holds up his pants... and provides a bit of extra armor.
He has an elvish long sword sheathed at his left hip. a longbow rests across a small shield on his back. Both of which are of elvish design. A mythril spear 6" in length
Registered: Jun 12, 2015 13:24:52 GMT -8
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Post by Leiron on Jul 28, 2016 21:07:14 GMT -8
Leiron continues his build up of magic. He was planning to give his all. His skin started to glow, magic tracing along it making the hairs stand on end. He was going to use his strongest attack and turn his spear into a powerful magic fueled weapon of pure destruction... However it was going to take time to prepare and he was completely vulnerable during his charging. If the beast was clever and Asadobres brought them too close he could very well be injured if not killed.
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Asadobres
Committed
Roleplay posts: 83
Age: 30
Physical Description: A young dragon by all means. Coated in silver scales with claws and horns that look like obsidian. Small frame to be faster and more agile in the air but weaker physically. Her wings when spread are saphiric blue.
Her humanoid form looks like a young elf girl, with white hair and blue eyes. It took time and a lot of practice but her humanoid guise is finally perfected.
Clothes and Equipment: A saddle made by leiron out of many different kinds of leathers. It was well designed through trial and error. She accepts the extra quivers and saddle bags, the weight will make her faster and stronger should they be removed.
In her human form she often wears a light cloth dress that Leiron makes her wear, though she doesn't understand why.
Registered: Jun 30, 2015 19:46:52 GMT -8
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Post by Asadobres on Jul 28, 2016 21:15:25 GMT -8
With Leiron in a state to build magic the dragon was in charge and she knew it. While Leiron attacks would be powerful she could make them even more so. She dove into the mist charging the beast from on high, carefully dodging and dancing among the rocks. If her eyes were any weaker she would mess this up pretty badly. Finally coming up on the beast she unleashed her breath, a furious spray of liquid that upon meeting the air turned solid. Not only that but the ice expanded after latching on to the beast; any pores, cracks, crevasses or anything else the ice could squeeze into was stretched out violently and ice crystals dug into the monster's flesh.
The move would have been a fly by but alas jagged rocks grown into the air prevented her practiced maneuver, she instead would come in, launch the attack and turn tail; a much slower practice. Luckily the beast was already focused on the others in the valley.
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Spero
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 111
Age: Eternal
Physical Description: Roughly 6'2 with a 14' foot wing span. He has straight black hair that runs to mid back. His eyes are a bright shining silver, that occasionally flashes gold. He is as handsome as you would think an angel would be, though instead of the soft features his are rugged. He almost always has friendly, inviting, smile that puts others at ease.
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Clothes and Equipment: Set of holy silver armor inlaid with gold. Holy spear, holy bow with quiver of holy arrows. A simple set of traveling clothes, and a back pack in which he stores his gear.
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Registered: Jan 29, 2016 14:24:06 GMT -8
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Post by Spero on Jul 29, 2016 17:43:38 GMT -8
Spero's eyes turn a brilliant glowing gold. The seal continues to spin. The suddenly a beam of light streaks out from the sun in the center. A beam of pure holy energy flying at incredible speed aimed right at the behemoth. The beam would burn any mist it touched and it would purge any evil being it hit quite violently. Not only that but the longer the Seraphim sustains the beam the more powerful it will become.
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Elizabeth Finch
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 512
Age: 29
Physical Description: Elizabeth, or Liz, stands at about 5'9", weighing in at about 160lbs, most of it muscle from years of riding and fighting. She has platinum blonde hair, usually tied in a ponytail to fit inside her helmet. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green that contrasts well with her tanned skin. She would be considered attractive if she ever removed her armor, otherwise her face is the only indication that underneath the iron discipline and plate armor is an attractive woman.
Clothes and Equipment: Liz wears a normal looking set of plate armor that is custom fitted for her specifically, and does not hide her gender. She wields a lance when mounted. Javelins are carried in her mounts saddle. Her mount is a young Griffin by the name of St. George, he is full grown in height, but does not yet have the full mass of a adult griffin. She wears plain clothes when not in armor and her shield bears the symbol of the Dawn Riders on it, and her breastplate bears the symbol of Isra on it. She wears a small necklace with a purple gemstone on it underneath her breastplate, only visible when she she is unarmored. Her sword has the insignia of the midnight sun engraved in the hilt, as it is relatively out of sight and does not violate the military dress code. Her primary weapon is her sword, an ancient Elven artifact passed down by her bloodline. It is wreathed in green lightning when unsheathed and wielded by her, and she has a sunmetal shield that complements it with magical abilities of its own.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights EST
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 12:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Elizabeth Finch on Jul 31, 2016 11:00:05 GMT -8
Liz saw the powerful talon aimed straight at the mages and countered with her own attack, unleashing the mana she had built up into a powerful bolt of lightning that screamed from her blade as it hit the behemoth's talon before it could impact the mages.
She would land between the behemoth and the mages, sword and shield at the ready to attempt to block any attempt at harming them.
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Va'nei Dha'zhi, Earthwarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 323
Age: Way too old for any shenanigans.
Physical Description: In her natural form, Va'nei is a dragon. A very very large dragon. She stands 90' tall at the shoulder, and her wingspan is 480'; her body is long and slender, for a dragon, at 230' long. Her tail is longer than that of the average dragon, longer even than the rest of her body at a total 270', and dwindles to a long, thin, prehensile point capable of great dexterity and precision. She is ancient and colossal, an earth dragon of great wisdom, and appears to be covered in leaves, moss, and vines. Her eyes are a vibrant shining gold in both forms. In her human shape, she is humorously small compared to her dragon form. An average 5'6" and slender, she has long green hair and lightly-tanned skin; her skin retains a faint iridescent scale pattern, seen in certain angles of light.
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Clothes and Equipment: When in her dragon shape, Va'nei carries no equipment. As a human, she wears layered green robes and a pair of thigh-high green heeled boots. She also wears a headband with a small feathered adornment just above her left ear, and a necklace comprised of carved crystal beads.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 11:13:10 GMT -8
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Post by Va'nei Dha'zhi, Earthwarden on Jul 31, 2016 12:08:01 GMT -8
Va'nei roared her challenge as the beast lashed out, gathering mana within herself. Just as the woman on griffin-back launched her attack at the behemoth's incoming talon, she released her mana in a wave, causing the earth to ripple outward toward the behemoth, hopefully destabilizing it while the various attacks were incoming. Meanwhile the mages were continuing to burn away the miasma that moved throughout the valley, and the druids were purging yet more of it from the ground so that it could be burned away. It was a slow process, but if the creature continued to absorb the mist so that there was less of it in the ground to deal with, they might be able to finish this sooner rather than later. To that end, Va'nei began gathering mana once more, keeping close to the mages and druids as they slowly advanced across the ground, seeking to press the behemoth back into the smaller far end.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 21, 2024 10:04:37 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2016 12:14:02 GMT -8
With a great deal of Myst having been drawn into its body, the behemoth finally seemed to be done building itself up, leaving a horrific being standing within the roiling miasma that filled the valley, a skeletal structure with ropy tendrils of muscle and tendon that looked grey and dead stretching between bones. Unlike before, the ice actually seemed to affect the behemoth, but only because it had something fleshy to be affected. The ice froze many of the muscles in place, causing the behemoth to seize up with a roar, momentarily distracting it from its swipe at the mages. Lightning slammed into its talons, causing them to crack and big chunks of black bone to chip away and crash to the ground, and the earth beneath it heaved, causing the creature to stumble and crash into the valley floor hard enough to make the earth quake.
And then a beam of holy light pierced it, searing through sickly grey flesh and blackened bone, blasting them into nonexistence. The behemoth didn't seem to feel pain, but there could be no doubting that the huge hole in its body was making things difficult. It began to draw on the Mysts once more, seeking to regenerate and repair the damage caused by the magic. But the beam of light continued to bore through it, drawing the beast into an endless cycle, whereupon it drew in Myst at a greater and greater rate to try and patch up the hole. The thick grey miasma began to pour in from all points of the valley, increasing visibility steadily as the cover overhead was cleared and allowed wan sunlight to stream into the vale. The beast struggled to its feet, lashing out toward the enemies that flew around it with its long tale full of razor-sharp bony spikes. Its quartet of limbs were focused on remaining grounded so that it wouldn't be staggered and fall over as a result of the holy beam piercing its form.
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Urist Ranulfin
Committed
'ere little piggie!
Roleplay posts: 91
Age: 132
Physical Description: An extremely bulky, and hardy Dwarf fitting their stereotype quite well. He has a great brown beard, and a head shaved clean to help wear his helmet. He is moderately sized for a Dwarf (4ft) but his boots bump that him up to 4'3. His mustache is waxed to be very wide, whilst his beard is in long and very thick braids a sword could get stuck in.
Clothes and Equipment: A massive suit of meteoric iron armour with all sorts of mostly anti-magic enhancements. This metal plate armour is covered with a thin dragon skin. Under it he wears a simple leather jerkin and pants. His boots are massive steel-capped things that create sparks whenever he runs on a hard surface. He is armed with a massive great hammer, creating flames when struck. Finally, his helmet is a great thing, steel, but plated with black obsidian and dragon egg shell and with golden wings. In his back-pack is an old, but reliable crossbow that has a pull a giant would struggle with. He also has a long hook and reel somewhere on him. On his belt are a secondary and much smaller axe, and hammer, whilst on his back is a rather massive and thick shield. He also carries a rather massive book which he never shares the details of. Finally, across his back is a massive fur cape, which if one pays attention to is of humanoid origin.... Adorning his fingers are fat golden rings with all kinds of patterns, but on one hands's fingers is engraved "Urist" in common, whilst in the other in Dwarfish. A gold chain is on his neck, while silver braces are on both of his hands, over his armour as decoration. This mass of equipment means that he rarely strays from civilization, and when he does he is always hunting for something to eat, for it is tiring to carry all the gear he does.
Registered: Jul 9, 2016 13:07:48 GMT -8
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Post by Urist Ranulfin on Jul 31, 2016 12:36:40 GMT -8
The Dwarf seeing his chance took it. He had wound up his hook's reel to a massive amount allowing him to drag boulders with it should he have desired. He would throw the thing somewhere into the beast, letting the hook's several smaller spikes make getting it out difficult. The various "hagbane" and other antimagical properties of the hook would keep it safe from immediate removal as well. Finally, the Dwarf planted his feet firmly into the ground and began to reel the beast in. If it was light enough it would get pulled in, otherwise it would rip out a large chunk of it's flesh, both being extremely good options.
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Spero
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 111
Age: Eternal
Physical Description: Roughly 6'2 with a 14' foot wing span. He has straight black hair that runs to mid back. His eyes are a bright shining silver, that occasionally flashes gold. He is as handsome as you would think an angel would be, though instead of the soft features his are rugged. He almost always has friendly, inviting, smile that puts others at ease.
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Clothes and Equipment: Set of holy silver armor inlaid with gold. Holy spear, holy bow with quiver of holy arrows. A simple set of traveling clothes, and a back pack in which he stores his gear.
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Registered: Jan 29, 2016 14:24:06 GMT -8
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Post by Spero on Aug 1, 2016 13:37:48 GMT -8
Spero flew up higher to dodge the tale. Once he is safely out of range he returns his attention to the seal. He begins to move the beam tracing it along the the creatures body burning as it goes.
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Asadobres
Committed
Roleplay posts: 83
Age: 30
Physical Description: A young dragon by all means. Coated in silver scales with claws and horns that look like obsidian. Small frame to be faster and more agile in the air but weaker physically. Her wings when spread are saphiric blue.
Her humanoid form looks like a young elf girl, with white hair and blue eyes. It took time and a lot of practice but her humanoid guise is finally perfected.
Clothes and Equipment: A saddle made by leiron out of many different kinds of leathers. It was well designed through trial and error. She accepts the extra quivers and saddle bags, the weight will make her faster and stronger should they be removed.
In her human form she often wears a light cloth dress that Leiron makes her wear, though she doesn't understand why.
Registered: Jun 30, 2015 19:46:52 GMT -8
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Post by Asadobres on Aug 1, 2016 16:47:35 GMT -8
Asadobres, thanks to the others attacking the monster, got away clean. The silver dragon burst from the mysts as it flocked to the beast. Leiron would soon be ready to attack and she needed to prepared; she tore through the sky upaward, and leveled out. The blue skin of her wings shone brightly in contrast to the grey and mysty surroundings.
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Leiron
Dedicated
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Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 23
Physical Description: The elf was of tanned skin, his hair was brushed back and so blonde it seemed white. He had a scar that started under his right eye and ended half way down his angular face. His cheekbones were high and his face long. His upper body was much bulkier than other elves she had known but his legs were just as gangly. Though you could hardly tell with the thickness of his grieves. Looking at his eyes, they are large like most elves. Silver with ring of blue around his pupil
Clothes and Equipment: ________________________________________________________
Leiron wears a long green sleeved tunic and faded black cloth trousers. Over them he wears bracers, a jerkin with leather scales on hte chest shoulders and arms, boot greaves, and 2 leg satchels, and 3 belts. All are dark brown leather with elvish designs pressed into them. He also has a full helm made of the same material and elvish design. They all have black fur accents except the belts. Over his armor is long, black, cloth gilet which has some elvish embroidery on the edges and black fur and leather over its shoulders. Each belt has a purpose. One belt hangs slightly to the left and holds the scabbard for his sword. Another belt hangs to the right and holds a quiver. and the last and widest (6 inches wide) belt simply holds up his pants... and provides a bit of extra armor.
He has an elvish long sword sheathed at his left hip. a longbow rests across a small shield on his back. Both of which are of elvish design. A mythril spear 6" in length
Registered: Jun 12, 2015 13:24:52 GMT -8
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Post by Leiron on Aug 1, 2016 17:44:37 GMT -8
Lerion held tight with one hand as she careened upwards. Many would have lost focus but the elf was used to this, his focus remained true and as they reached their peak his magic reached its pinnacle.
The elf's skin crackled and shone a glow. He changed his chant, though no-one but a dragon might notice. The energy collected in his body now danced to his chanted words, shaped in its summoning by his first chant and now moving as the second dictates. Energy, a glowing white and blue plasma, flowed from his arm and gathered along his spear, Me'urra Ehta. The swirling energy gathered and compressed turning his spear into a pure white lance taller than even Asadobres wings, veins of blue throughout its tall, thin, conical shape.
His spell was prepared, his attack ready but something felt... wrong. He felt sick, nauseous and dizzy. Anyone who knew the elf could tell he was pale. Whatever was wrong he would deliver his strike and do his best to destroy the beast.
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