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 Aug 2, 2016 16:04:25 GMT -8
Liz began charging the energy in her sword once more, feeling the power flow between the shield and the sword as lightning crackled in the air and began to form a shield around her again. The others seemed to have offense well in hand, and she stood between the behemoth and the mages.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 7, 2024 15:34:10 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2016 23:55:41 GMT -8
The hook flung by Urist soared true and plunged into the greyish, diseased-looking flesh that coated the behemoth's body, but if the Dwarf thought he was going to reel in a creature of this size, he was sorely mistaken - he'd find a large section of that flesh sloughing away from the bone with a sickening squelch noise. Spero's attack did far more damage, the fiery holy light burning away the Myst that wreathed the behemoth's body, as well as searing straight through that sickly collection of muscle fiber and the hard black bone beneath. But as fast as the seraphim's attack was decimating the behemoth, the Myst that was being driven out of the ground and hovering in the air of the valley was being absorbed by the beast to repair the damage that was done. Its focus pulled from attacking the mages and druids that were depriving it of its life force, it turned around in a lumbering manner to focus on the angel, swiping upwards with a great talon-tipped front appendage in an attempt to knock the winged menace out of the sky.
Everyone would notice that the air continued to clear, the Myst disappearing quite rapidly. At this rate, it wouldn't be long before the behemoth was completely vulnerable and could be destroyed permanently.
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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 3, 2016 7:24:28 GMT -8
The time was now... Asadorbes dropped from the sky, turning sideways to drop and tucking in her wings to increase the speed of her fall. She carefully used her tail to aim steer her aim towards the monster. She was bringing in leiron to strike the monster, her raw power and speed behind him.
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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 Aug 3, 2016 8:47:43 GMT -8
Leiron leaned over when Asadobres began her maneuver. His dragon was carrying him to his target with speed and power. His hair streaked behind him as they grew closer to the Behemoth. Leiron looked through the wind, keeping his eye on the obvious spot the monster stood cloaked in myst. When the beast reached out to attack Leiron's fellow in arms the behemoth's position was confirmed.
Asa brought him into the myst and Leiron sat up into a lancing position; leaned slightly forward, a tight grip on the reins, arm with the lance bent and held high. He held his gaze, piercing through the myst to his best ability. He spotted it, the shadow in the myst, and his aim would be true, at the last second Leiron thrust his lance into the monster's upper chest; in that second the magic was unleashed.
From the tip of the lance at the moment of contact; a beam of light coned out to massive diameter with in the monster. There was more, from this cone a cylinder of magical light shot forward through the beast and out of its lower back. The magic was a devastating force of astral magic. White heat, solid and ferocious, would tear through the monsters core and stopping only when it tore into the earth. When it hit the earth a shockwave rolled out of the impact point, pushing the air itself and the myst away with a loud rumble. The air came back quickly into this vacuum bringing the myst with it, creating a little mushroom cloud visible only because of the myst.
The magic expended the lance had disappeared leaving only its core, Me'urra Ehta.
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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 3, 2016 8:57:57 GMT -8
The attack was launched. Asadobres spread her wings to slow her fall but she all too well that she was going to have to land. Violently. She stuck her back legs out and when she made contact with the ground she bent them to absorb the blow, he from legs coming down to stop her fall. It wasn't enough however, her speed was too great and her front legs touched down she buckled completely, she was a smart dragon though and kicked with her back legs launching her forwards. This created a sliding motion along the ground sadly stopping no where near far enough away from the Behemoth.
The whole crash left Asadobres disoriented and stunned. She knew she had to get moving, back into the air. She needed to confirm whether the beast was dead of just pissed. A question that would be answered by the beast if she didn't get out of there.
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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 Aug 3, 2016 22:22:35 GMT -8
Jun had been waiting for an appropriate time to strike, and the promise of Asadobres' blistering light attack had given her an idea. Quickly Jun prodded Blackbean with her heel. "Get to that young dragon, go!" The beast carried her as fast as he could. She knew she only had moments for this plan to work. She continued to gather mana and arrived just in time to bear witness to the Leiron's blistering light attack from just a short distance away. *** A few months earlier, in Isra's Central Plaza.*** The spell the ancient one had inadvertently taught her was a fire spell which consumed all the oxygen in a wide radius. One of her grandmother's spell did something similar by releasing flammable gas into the air and igniting it, so it wasn't long before she was able to master this ancient forbidden art. Of course, Jun had no intention of suffocating all the allies just to defeat the behemoth. In fact, she didn't even intend to strike the creature directly. "Fire Art: Bane of Breath!" Jun swung her sword around several times and flames appeared in midair, lapping around Blackbean's wings. With another almighty swing forward the flames exploded into a torrent, which rushed out to the sides with a loud woosh. Asadobres and Leiron would find themselves bathed in a warm orange glow as they were flanked by the flames, which careened towards the behemoth. A caveat to her spell was that, as she hadn't had much time to charge it, and it was her first time casting it, it lacked any significant destructive power. However, by nature its area of effect was substantial, enough to encompass the beast in a thin membrane of flames for just a few seconds. Would it harm the behemoth? Not at all. But it would prevent the miasma from reaching the creature and healing it, creating a very brief window of opportunity for another combatant(s) to launch an additional powerful attack with impunity...
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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 4, 2016 19:37:32 GMT -8
Spero darts away from the racking claws of the behemoth. He is dodging fine, but while the creature is focused on him the seal ceases moving. Without direction from the caster the holy beam of light begins to fade and dim. If the behemoth's direction isn't diverted soon it will go out and Spero will have to recast, which he may not have the energy to do.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 7, 2024 15:34:10 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Aug 7, 2016 12:30:35 GMT -8
Between the strong magical attack from Leiron and the persistent strike of holy magic from Spero, the behemoth was veritably dismantled, its unnatural skeletal structure cracking and crumbling with a great rumbling sound as it roared. And when Jun created the wall of fire that prevented the Myst in the air from getting to it, the beast was unable to repair itself. With one final surge of effort, it lashed out at the figure skimming along the valley floor, seeking to crush dragon and rider if it could. But even as that giant talon of a foreleg swung outward, the force of the intended blow seemed to be the behemoth's undoing, and soon it was collapsing to the valley's bottom in a great cloud of dust.
After those few seconds of flame separating the behemoth from the Myst, the great pile of bone dust and melting, diseased-looking flesh was still for a few minutes. No doubt the heroes would think that their venture had been successful and the monster was defeated. They would, unfortunately, be wrong. For after those few minutes of stillness and silence, the bones and flesh would stir as the Myst came surging back toward the desiccated pile of monster. All the Myst from the valley, both floating about in the air and lurking deep within the ground, came to envelop the remains of the behemoth. Soon there was none left hovering about in the air or within the soil - it had all come to gather and empower the behemoth once more, returning it to the sad excuse for life that it had possessed. Even as its body was reforming, it lurched to its feet with a roar, challenging those who had chased it here to the place of its dark birth, daring them to put an end to it once and for all.
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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 Aug 7, 2016 17:46:11 GMT -8
The Dwarf was busy cramming bits of the flesh he caught into various jars so as to sell to all kinds of groups later, after all none of the other gits present seemed interested in the monetary aspect of all this. When finally done he drew his massive two handed hammer again. "Lets see just what in you can break!" he would shout as he charged whatever appeared to be the front of the beast, ready to bring his weapon down in one massive blow, though keeping an eye out for any of it's appendages moving and preparing to hit the deck.
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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 Aug 8, 2016 9:35:57 GMT -8
Va'nei watched in satisfaction as the creature was reduced to little more than bone dust and globs of deteriorating flesh, and was just on the verge of turning the mana she'd built up toward the valley itself in an effort to restore it to health.. when the unthinkable happened. The beast reformed. But it looked like all the Myst hovering about in the valley was gone, and she couldn't sense any more of it within the earth itself. Her voice bellowed out above the movement of the behemoth as she conveyed this information to the heroes gathered.
"The miasma within the earth is gone! The creature cannot heal itself! Strike now, heroes! The time has come to end this!" With those words spoken, she roared her return challenge, and then unleashed the mana she'd stored up. The earth rumbled beneath the behemoth, and then great spikes of earth came bursting upward, their length sharpened to a diamond hardness that gleamed beneath the weak sunlight. Countless pointed pillars of earth slammed into the behemoth, ripping into it mercilessly and pinning it in place so that the other fighters present could unleash their attacks, hopefully bringing an end to this threat.
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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 8, 2016 16:29:21 GMT -8
Between the strong magical attack from Leiron and the persistent strike of holy magic from Spero, the behemoth was veritably dismantled, its unnatural skeletal structure cracking and crumbling with a great rumbling sound as it roared. And when Jun created the wall of fire that prevented the Myst in the air from getting to it, the beast was unable to repair itself. With one final surge of effort, it lashed out at the figure skimming along the valley floor, seeking to crush dragon and rider if it could. But even as that giant talon of a foreleg swung outward, the force of the intended blow seemed to be the behemoth's undoing, and soon it was collapsing to the valley's bottom in a great cloud of dust. After those few seconds of flame separating the behemoth from the Myst, the great pile of bone dust and melting, diseased-looking flesh was still for a few minutes. No doubt the heroes would think that their venture had been successful and the monster was defeated. They would, unfortunately, be wrong. For after those few minutes of stillness and silence, the bones and flesh would stir as the Myst came surging back toward the desiccated pile of monster. All the Myst from the valley, both floating about in the air and lurking deep within the ground, came to envelop the remains of the behemoth. Soon there was none left hovering about in the air or within the soil - it had all come to gather and empower the behemoth once more, returning it to the sad excuse for life that it had possessed. Even as its body was reforming, it lurched to its feet with a roar, challenging those who had chased it here to the place of its dark birth, daring them to put an end to it once and for all. Leiron saw the attack coming, he had to stop it from reaching Asadobres. He drew a small dagger and sliced the straps around his ankles that allowed him hand free stability on dragon's back. But he was not fast enough, he looked up as the last strap was cut and the beast's talon was already too close. Leiron crossed his arms in a defensive way as the beast smacked him, launching the elf through the air and into a nearby rock, lucky a flat(ish) side rather than a sharp point. The initial impact did little to the elf, he was a tough one and rode the force of the beast's attack. Slamming into the rock however made him gasp in pain, an audible crunch escaping his torso. He fell into a lump on the ground, pain racking through his body. The elf lay on the ground unmoving and in agony. Hell most probably couldn't tell he was alive, but then he was very close to death. A combination of the poison myst he had inhaled and the impacts he just received left him incapacitated. While the elf was clearly out of the fight his dragon was not...
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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 8, 2016 17:03:12 GMT -8
Luckily for Asabores, the behemoth's attack barley touched her, only dancing across the scales on her back and ripping off her saddle. The dazed state of the dragon however was removed with the saddle. Leiron was on that saddle and that saddle was just sent flying.
As the beast crumbled she lifted her head and turned to see her rider in a crumpled heap on the ground nearby. Her eye widened in shock. She lifted herself from the blackened earth and leaped toward him, covering the distance between them. However in mid air she turned form dragon to a human like form, landing nearly ontop of the elf. She was naked, white haired, onyx horns poking out from the hair, and blue eyed. She was frantic, coming to her knees beside the elf, checking if he was alive. She found he was, but barely so. Asa reached out and touched his hand, it was colder than it should be. He was dying.
The whole while she was examining her rider the beast was reforming, the myst rolling past her toward the monster's crumpled form and rebuilding. Asa's rider was dying before her yet the monster that did it was coming back to life. She bowed her head and started to cry against Leiron's hand. She was going to be left alone again... Then the behemoth roared.
Asadobres stood and looked back at the reformed monster. The sound of another dragon roaring echoed through the valley. Leiron was alive, if dying, and if she was going to save him the behemoth must be put down. Asa sprinted toward it. Bare feet running through the bones and death that the creature called home, small cuts forming on her feet.
This was her attack and she hoped the monster wouldn't notice the small human shape sprinting towards it. Suddenly she turned back into her true form, a raging dragon seemingly sprung from the ground at the monster. Silver scaled and onyx clawed the dragon lunged at the behemoth with a roar that echoed through the valley. She grabbed hold with her claws, digging into the beasts shoulders, her back legs digging into its chest. Her eyes were fierce and angry, she started biting at the monster, her curved fangs digging into its disgusting flesh and releasing. She was looking for a sweet spot, testing for a good grip. The she found it, a spot between the monster's head and Asabodres' grip. She twisted and pulled, ripping the flesh from the beast, breaking and ripping any bone that was its way.
This all happened very fast, from the point of her turning back into a dragon to the point of the rending the behemoth's flesh was only a matter of seconds. She was determined to rip the monster apart.
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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 Aug 8, 2016 17:44:48 GMT -8
"Dawn Riders! Strike now! Follow me to victory and glory!"
The assembled Riders let down another volley of flaming projectiles, before charging the behemoth from all directions, hammering the beast with lances, hammers, and swords. Liz flew at the head, blade crackling with lightning and dripping with acud as she brought it down on the sickening hide of the creature.
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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 9, 2016 19:17:10 GMT -8
When the behemoth shattered Spero let out a sigh of relief. He resumed control of the seal, wrangling it's power back under control. The holy light dissapates and he moves to dismiss the seal. Before he does though the creature reforms. The Seraphim blinks in surprise and then adjust his gesture. The golden light once more burst from the seal to strike at the beast.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 7, 2024 15:34:10 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2016 19:40:56 GMT -8
Urist would find that the flesh he shoved into various containers didn't last long - separate from the Myst which sustained it and the behemoth which had borne it, it quickly began to deteriorate and form into a sludge that bubbled and popped before disappearing into nothing. The behemoth itself wasn't faring much better. The giant spikes of diamond-hard earth that plunged into its twisted body shattered bone and rent flesh until it was hanging in tatters, leaving the creature a broken and flailing mass that was struggling to lash out at anything - a difficult feat, given that its spine had been severed, leaving its two halves operating independently but unable to go anywhere, due to being pinned in place in a veritable cage of impaling spikes.
The sudden barrage of attacks only served to further the damage, flames from the shower of projectiles burning away the dangling shreds of disintegrating flesh and causing the twisted blackened bones to chip and fracture, flaking and falling away in huge chunks that crumbled into dust, which then seemed to evaporate before it even hit the ground. The dragon latched onto its chest would find that the flesh tore away easily, although it was just as acidic as what Urist had been trying to squirrel away, and Asadobres would learn that it burned her mouth quite badly, and the bone was brittle and flaked into dust which then evaporated.
It was the holy light from the seal which seemed to be the behemoth's undoing. As that golden magic slammed into it once more, the flesh and bone both began to burn away, vanishing and leaving nothing behind. This in conjunction with the acid-laced lightning that slammed into its skull brought about the end of the monster: It roared one final time as its skull was caved in, the acid and lightning eating away at it while the rest of its body decomposed at a rapid pace. Finally, it was completely gone, leaving behind no trace that it had ever existed, aside from the damage to the landscape both outside the valley and within it.
(DEFEATED - Insert Final Fantasy victory fanfare here)
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Post by Fallen Nation of Esdara on Aug 9, 2016 19:43:10 GMT -8
With the death of the behemoth, a change came over the valley. The oppressive feeling which had accompanied the existence of the monster and the presence of the Myst within the vale was gone now, and the cloud cover ahead seemed to clear up just a bit - just enough to make the glint of light off of metal visible in the near distance. After a few moments, they'd be able to see that the source of this glint was some sort of doorway, atop a pillar and accessed by a spiraling staircase. Something seemed to be urging the heroes toward this doorway, as a wind blew in from the mouth of the valley, carrying with it the smell of fresh grass and a few flower petals, which fluttered in the direction of the door. (All those interested in proceeding to the next part of the quest should move over to the Sky Portal.)
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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 Aug 9, 2016 19:46:35 GMT -8
Va'nei roared her triumph as the behemoth finally succumbed to the attacks launched at it, and she flared her wings in victory as the mages and druids began to cheer. But she could feel the strong pull of magic ahead, and her keen golden eyes saw the metallic gleam from an unknown source, which was soon revealed to be a strange metal, magical door, on top of a pillar. Then the wind blew, carrying the smell of green things, that seemed to be urging them on toward this door. Turning her gaze down to the mages and the druids, she spoke.
"Do what you do best - make this valley a paradise. Wipe away all traces that that horrific creature ever existed. ..And someone go heal that poor Elf before he dies. I am going to go investigate that door!" Two of the mages rushed over to Leiron, seeking to heal the Elf as best they could - the mages of the Land-Tiller's State were among the best, especially as it pertained to the healing arts, so Asadobres could rest assured that her rider would be brought back from the brink of death and possibly healed completely. Satisfied with this, the Earthwarden spread her wings and flew off toward the portal, calling to the others who had sought to bring down the beast.
"Who among you is brave enough to see what new wonders await beyond this door?"
<Exit to the Sky Portal>
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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 Aug 10, 2016 3:44:30 GMT -8
The cheers and cries of the griffins and their Riders joined in with Va'nei's roar as they landed en masse in the Valley. Liz turned to the side to make a quick report even as she signalled for a single squad to form up behind her and for first company to return to the city. " Empress Naoki, the behemoth attacking the Land-Tillers has been bested, the beast is no more. The site of the final confrontation has a strange portal inside of it, I will be taking a squad to investigate and ensure that whatever is on the other side is not hostile. I shall report back soon." A shouted command to the squad behind her and they took off to follow the Earthwarden into the portal. <Exit to the Sky Portal>
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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 10, 2016 6:47:25 GMT -8
Spero watched the behemoth crumble and sighed in relief. That had been an intense battle. He can see only one casualty so the Seraphim drifts down to the elf. The Seraphim's seal follows him no longer expelling golden light. Gesturing absently Spero floats the seal onto Leiron. He shifts it's aspect to humility and healing energies flood the man. The druids maybe on the best healers, but he was a Seraphim. The elf should be back on his feet almost instantly.
Once the healing is finished Spero banishes the seal, his armor, and his sword and shield. The golden light leaves his eyes settling to their normal silver glow. Use of the seal was taxing even for him. Though far less so than when none estial beings used it. Beings like Lum using celestial holy magics were like humans who learned how to swim. They could become quite proficient at it, but they could never hope to match a fish. So to could they never hope to match a celestial using their own magic.
Looking around Spero sees the sky portal and curiosity gets the better of him. The Seraphim joins the congregation heading towards it.
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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 Aug 11, 2016 3:58:08 GMT -8
Urist did not bother to check the condition of the flesh and would probably think someone had stole it. For now he headed to the portal, after all he needed answers!
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