The Sparrow
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 184
Physical Description: Golden-haired, silver eyes and a peach complexion, with a dancer's body (athletic, willowy, trim, long-legged). Rough calloused palms, with light scars scattered over her skin, ranging from old silver to fresh pink. Has tattoos of large swan wings on her back that seem as if they could spring from her skin at any moment.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears whatever clothes are necessary to blend in with her environment. For her nocturnal activities she wears an enchanted cloak and mask, dark boots and clothing, an enchanted dirk, and a small leather sack. She has a pendant of a green stone with gold filigree and chain that she wears around her neck, tucked into her clothes and a silver ring on her right hand.
Player's online availability : Every now and again
Registered: Sept 16, 2016 15:29:33 GMT -8
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Post by The Sparrow on Oct 21, 2016 10:42:43 GMT -8
Only accessible through the Red Waste - The Dark Caves
The "small" waterway that most would follow would come to this huge, open cavern that was beneath the Red Waste. An even thicker river was located hear, ancient runes still glowing purple as if magic is still alive there. Mountains of stalagmites form on either side of this great place, and indeed there is a tunnel carved by this running water, massive and wide enough that several ships could easily sail through it and past each other.
Indeed, destroyed and decrepit ships lay scattered amongst the rocks and stones that make this great, sluggish river's shores.
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The Sparrow
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 184
Physical Description: Golden-haired, silver eyes and a peach complexion, with a dancer's body (athletic, willowy, trim, long-legged). Rough calloused palms, with light scars scattered over her skin, ranging from old silver to fresh pink. Has tattoos of large swan wings on her back that seem as if they could spring from her skin at any moment.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears whatever clothes are necessary to blend in with her environment. For her nocturnal activities she wears an enchanted cloak and mask, dark boots and clothing, an enchanted dirk, and a small leather sack. She has a pendant of a green stone with gold filigree and chain that she wears around her neck, tucked into her clothes and a silver ring on her right hand.
Player's online availability : Every now and again
Registered: Sept 16, 2016 15:29:33 GMT -8
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Post by The Sparrow on Oct 21, 2016 10:48:01 GMT -8
The roar of the waterfall lead Asaph, Dream Hunter and Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui and the Swan to this vista. And the gaze of it suddenly stole the breath from the Swan's lungs. She slipped off Jarkoopi and moved to stand beside Asaph, her soft hand balanced on his shoulder as she still seemed a little bit tired and sleepy. The chill of Asaph's ice breath had at least made her far more aware than she had been before. The water poured down from the mouth of where they stood, showing this great cavern. The dragons could easily fly around in here. There was more than enough room. But the light they were following was going into the tunnel, and they would have to fly perhaps only single-file through there. "I know this place. We're close. Through there, and we've come to it." She pointed to the large tunnel. There was another on the other side, but that's not where the light was pointing. It was, perhaps, another water way that would lead elsewhere...
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Asaph, Dream Hunter
Committed
Roleplay posts: 82
Age: 700
Physical Description: A hybrid Orium and Blue dragon, about 20 meters long, 15 meters standing, and a 20 meter wingspan, mostly blue scales, but with a red underbelly and wings. He is covered in battle scars.
Clothes and Equipment: A gauntlet that gives resistance to the elements, and a ring on one of its horns that enhances its mana pool. An experimental set of armor to help him fight enemy dragons, a more recent addition.
Registered: Oct 25, 2015 11:40:24 GMT -8
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Post by Asaph, Dream Hunter on Oct 21, 2016 11:05:16 GMT -8
The dragon finished pulling Jarkoopi onto the platform hanging above the area. He growled, exhausted. His reptilian head craned around, scanning for any potential threats. Assuming he found none, he would of course be anxious to check out the ship wrecks below. Who knows what stories they may tell, and what treasures they may hold?
On the other hand, he was still tired.
"Welp, that's all well and good but... I feel I deserve a break, so..." Asaph made what was perhaps a foolish move. He stepped over to the oily water, and took a drink! His great tongue lapped up the water into his mouth. He then found a comfortable spot on the stone floor and curled himself up. With a yawn he said, "Wake me up in an hour or so. If Jarkoopi is awake by then, tell him he owes me."
He began to snore softly.
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Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui
Dedicated
The mountaintop guardian shadows his lands...
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 1023 Years
Physical Description: Size (At standing pose): Height: 39 feet at the shoulder, Length: 104 feet
Eye color: Yellowish-White
Scale color: Light Blue, reflects a dull White in direct light
Dragon Species: European Dragon
Dragon Type: Chromatic
Dragon Color: Blue
http://i.imgur.com/Ba7kzgX.jpg
As a storm dragon, his hide and flesh can generate an electric charge passively when threatened, much like an eel, and can naturally and instantly release it upon being touched by a foreign organism or object.
As a human he takes the appearance of a man in the age range of forties to fifties, averagely built besides being a few inches taller than the average Joe and dressed in clean leather armor and worn blue cloths.
Clothes and Equipment: Two small leather pouches tucked under wings
He owns his father's ancestral unique magical scale mail. It is enchanted to break on impact and the shards return his body and reform into a different piece of armor until it is struck, then it repeats the steps.
A set of personal shoulder pads forged by Brock the forge master. It focuses the passive electricity in his hide into a beam of magic energy which blasts away targets.
Weaponry: Claws, Breath Attack (Lightning), and Bite
Treasure Hoarding: Minimal, mainly gems sometimes gold.
While as a human, he wields a magical long-sword, not much is known about his weapon, as he rarely uses it.
Allegiances: Isra (Loosely)
Player's online availability : US Central Time, Weekends: 8 AM to 11 PM, Weekdays: 6 AM to 9 PM
Registered: Mar 24, 2015 12:41:54 GMT -8
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Post by Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui on Oct 21, 2016 11:30:01 GMT -8
The roaring waters and his sudden halt from Asaph, Dream Hunter both stirred Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui into a somewhat conscious form. He yawned as he awoke, his vision still groggy but that didn't stop him from admiring the massive cavern in front of him. Woah, if only this was his lair, so much room. When The Sparrow dismounted and her sharp voice spoke he came to his senses, seeing she was awake. Wait, where was he? What had happened? It was all a blur in his head. He lifted his head from the stone floor, still dazed. "Ugh... What happened? How'd I get here, did I lead the way?"He looked around, The Sparrow looked fine besides the fact she had just awoken, and Asaph, Dream Hunter was, well, now trading place with him. That'd be a pain. He yawned as he looked at the woman with his tired yellow eyes. "How are you now? Could you try and wake Asaph, Dream Hunter? Are you sure we have to get all the way up there?"
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The Sparrow
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 184
Physical Description: Golden-haired, silver eyes and a peach complexion, with a dancer's body (athletic, willowy, trim, long-legged). Rough calloused palms, with light scars scattered over her skin, ranging from old silver to fresh pink. Has tattoos of large swan wings on her back that seem as if they could spring from her skin at any moment.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears whatever clothes are necessary to blend in with her environment. For her nocturnal activities she wears an enchanted cloak and mask, dark boots and clothing, an enchanted dirk, and a small leather sack. She has a pendant of a green stone with gold filigree and chain that she wears around her neck, tucked into her clothes and a silver ring on her right hand.
Player's online availability : Every now and again
Registered: Sept 16, 2016 15:29:33 GMT -8
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Post by The Sparrow on Oct 21, 2016 12:07:52 GMT -8
The sound of Asaph's voice and the movement of his body had her nimbly and quietly moving out of the way, not yet realizing what the large reptile intended. When she saw his snake-like head bend down to the water, she gasped. "No! Don't do that, it--"
But it seemed as if the dragon already knew what was going to happen, and the Swan could only look incredulously at him, her pretty eyes round and unbelieving. "But we're..." She gestured to the great open cavern. They were a flight away from where she could FEEL her heart leading her. She no longer had a need of the white, thread-like light that was leading them; she knew where she was going.
She had dreamed it so many times before.
But Asaph was asleep, and as he shifted and moved, Jarkoopi then also came away, his great yellow eyes still bleary and fuzzy. It was one thing to drag a dragon of the same size. It was quite another to fly with one, and although the Swan could turn into a large avian herself, it still wouldn't do much when compared to Asaph's weight.
The Swan looked over at Jarkoopi and she shook her head. Her clothes were now warmed and dry, and her long, cornsilk hair was wavy and mussed from the heat that had come off Jarkoopi's scales, making her a little frizzy and her clothes a little wrinkled.
All of them also stunk, a little like chlorine, in a way, given the slick oilyness of the water and the humidity of the cave tunnel they had been walking through. With no sun to tell what time of day it was, the Swan's sense of passing time was also thrown askew.
"I am fine, now. Thank you for saving me," she said to him, and then looked at Asaph. "I cannot wake him. He took a large drink of the water. And yes, we must go there. That is the way."
She turned and took something from the sack she held at her hip -- it was a bottle, with a topper upon it. She went over to the river and she filled the bottle with that water. With a rather large sample of it taken from the river itself, they could see that the water did indeed look... oily. The large bottle disappeared quite easily into the little bag, and she tied it once more to her hip.
Then, the quiet and self-possessed woman stepped to the edge of the cliff they were standing at and dropped off the edge. Midfall, she turned into a peregrine falcon and swept over the river, her keen eyes looking at all the ship wrecks. She spot one, and she looped around, once more effortlessly turning back into a human as she landed in a graceful crouch.
She approached the ship and looked about it, then called up to Jarkoopi. "If you can carry him at least this distance, perhaps we can take this ship to the tunnel." Her voice echoed liked thunder in the empty cave, as the only true sound it had heard in... eons.
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Asaph, Dream Hunter
Committed
Roleplay posts: 82
Age: 700
Physical Description: A hybrid Orium and Blue dragon, about 20 meters long, 15 meters standing, and a 20 meter wingspan, mostly blue scales, but with a red underbelly and wings. He is covered in battle scars.
Clothes and Equipment: A gauntlet that gives resistance to the elements, and a ring on one of its horns that enhances its mana pool. An experimental set of armor to help him fight enemy dragons, a more recent addition.
Registered: Oct 25, 2015 11:40:24 GMT -8
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Post by Asaph, Dream Hunter on Oct 21, 2016 13:51:04 GMT -8
Asaph continued to sleep peacefully, although if they didn't know any better it would almost look like he was smirking sadistically at Jarkoopi. Perhaps he was just dreaming about flying off into the sky, accompanied by a lady dragon.
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Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui
Dedicated
The mountaintop guardian shadows his lands...
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 1023 Years
Physical Description: Size (At standing pose): Height: 39 feet at the shoulder, Length: 104 feet
Eye color: Yellowish-White
Scale color: Light Blue, reflects a dull White in direct light
Dragon Species: European Dragon
Dragon Type: Chromatic
Dragon Color: Blue
http://i.imgur.com/Ba7kzgX.jpg
As a storm dragon, his hide and flesh can generate an electric charge passively when threatened, much like an eel, and can naturally and instantly release it upon being touched by a foreign organism or object.
As a human he takes the appearance of a man in the age range of forties to fifties, averagely built besides being a few inches taller than the average Joe and dressed in clean leather armor and worn blue cloths.
Clothes and Equipment: Two small leather pouches tucked under wings
He owns his father's ancestral unique magical scale mail. It is enchanted to break on impact and the shards return his body and reform into a different piece of armor until it is struck, then it repeats the steps.
A set of personal shoulder pads forged by Brock the forge master. It focuses the passive electricity in his hide into a beam of magic energy which blasts away targets.
Weaponry: Claws, Breath Attack (Lightning), and Bite
Treasure Hoarding: Minimal, mainly gems sometimes gold.
While as a human, he wields a magical long-sword, not much is known about his weapon, as he rarely uses it.
Allegiances: Isra (Loosely)
Player's online availability : US Central Time, Weekends: 8 AM to 11 PM, Weekdays: 6 AM to 9 PM
Registered: Mar 24, 2015 12:41:54 GMT -8
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Post by Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui on Oct 24, 2016 6:07:54 GMT -8
"Do not worry, we will make it." He said quiet proudly, despite just waking up. He tiredly shifted up onto all fours, stretching out his arms and legs, prepping himself to carry Asaph, Dream Hunter. What a lazy bum, slowing us down.He said ironically as he watched his friendly rival snore away to the waterfall's calming crashing. He moved over next to him, nudging his face with his claw, hoping he'd wake up, but knowingly knew he wouldn't. Without Asaph, Dream Hunter's consent or knowing, Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui plucked one of his friend's scales and put it away in one of his small pouches for use later. Then The Sparrow came back and told him they'd have to get on a ship. "A moldy wood ship? Are you certain it would hold us? Much less float?"He certainly didn't want to trust his footing to a primitive boat. Nonetheless, Asaph, Dream Hunter would have to get down there somehow. Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui pushed, shoved and possibly rolled Asaph, Dream Hunter over to the ledge. He then looked down at the drop himself.
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The Sparrow
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 184
Physical Description: Golden-haired, silver eyes and a peach complexion, with a dancer's body (athletic, willowy, trim, long-legged). Rough calloused palms, with light scars scattered over her skin, ranging from old silver to fresh pink. Has tattoos of large swan wings on her back that seem as if they could spring from her skin at any moment.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears whatever clothes are necessary to blend in with her environment. For her nocturnal activities she wears an enchanted cloak and mask, dark boots and clothing, an enchanted dirk, and a small leather sack. She has a pendant of a green stone with gold filigree and chain that she wears around her neck, tucked into her clothes and a silver ring on her right hand.
Player's online availability : Every now and again
Registered: Sept 16, 2016 15:29:33 GMT -8
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Post by The Sparrow on Oct 24, 2016 10:27:08 GMT -8
Once more she whirled and became the falcon, speeding up to Jarkoopi. The bird twisted and the girl came back into being, her golden hair tumbling over her shoulders as she landed in a graceful crouch, one hand balanced by her boots.
She watched quizically as Jarkoopi rolled and shoved and pushed Asaph all the way to the edge, so much so that she had to stand and nimbly move out of the way so Asaph's limp tail wouldn't push herself off the edge. "You can fly, can't you? I think the ship will be able to hold Asaph's weight, while I guide it."
Not that she'd ever guided a ship before. She'd been on one and she'd had to work her part... she supposed she could make it work. Somehow.
She really wished that Asaph wasn't asleep, but it wasn't as if she could complain. He'd saved her life. Almost twice now.
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Asaph, Dream Hunter
Committed
Roleplay posts: 82
Age: 700
Physical Description: A hybrid Orium and Blue dragon, about 20 meters long, 15 meters standing, and a 20 meter wingspan, mostly blue scales, but with a red underbelly and wings. He is covered in battle scars.
Clothes and Equipment: A gauntlet that gives resistance to the elements, and a ring on one of its horns that enhances its mana pool. An experimental set of armor to help him fight enemy dragons, a more recent addition.
Registered: Oct 25, 2015 11:40:24 GMT -8
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Post by Asaph, Dream Hunter on Oct 24, 2016 14:02:23 GMT -8
Asaph continued to snore peacefully. His massive hind legs twitched and jerked slightly as he was rolled, but it had more to do with his dreams than with him being rolled along.
"Oh silver dragon... your scales... how they shine in the sun..." He muttered slightly to himself.
Rolling him along would not wake him. The easiest way would simply be to wait the hour. However, in an emergency, perhaps a sufficient... jolt?
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Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui
Dedicated
The mountaintop guardian shadows his lands...
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 1023 Years
Physical Description: Size (At standing pose): Height: 39 feet at the shoulder, Length: 104 feet
Eye color: Yellowish-White
Scale color: Light Blue, reflects a dull White in direct light
Dragon Species: European Dragon
Dragon Type: Chromatic
Dragon Color: Blue
http://i.imgur.com/Ba7kzgX.jpg
As a storm dragon, his hide and flesh can generate an electric charge passively when threatened, much like an eel, and can naturally and instantly release it upon being touched by a foreign organism or object.
As a human he takes the appearance of a man in the age range of forties to fifties, averagely built besides being a few inches taller than the average Joe and dressed in clean leather armor and worn blue cloths.
Clothes and Equipment: Two small leather pouches tucked under wings
He owns his father's ancestral unique magical scale mail. It is enchanted to break on impact and the shards return his body and reform into a different piece of armor until it is struck, then it repeats the steps.
A set of personal shoulder pads forged by Brock the forge master. It focuses the passive electricity in his hide into a beam of magic energy which blasts away targets.
Weaponry: Claws, Breath Attack (Lightning), and Bite
Treasure Hoarding: Minimal, mainly gems sometimes gold.
While as a human, he wields a magical long-sword, not much is known about his weapon, as he rarely uses it.
Allegiances: Isra (Loosely)
Player's online availability : US Central Time, Weekends: 8 AM to 11 PM, Weekdays: 6 AM to 9 PM
Registered: Mar 24, 2015 12:41:54 GMT -8
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Post by Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui on Oct 25, 2016 6:10:47 GMT -8
Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui reassessed his situation, looking at The Sparrow, the boat, then Asaph, Dream Hunter and back again. Until he got an idea. He pulled the scale from Asaph out of his pouch and beckoned The Sparrow to come closer. "Here, take this and go put it on the center of the ship's deck. Then get ready to steer."He'd wait for her to be ready before casting his magic. Hopefully this would work.
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The Sparrow
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 184
Physical Description: Golden-haired, silver eyes and a peach complexion, with a dancer's body (athletic, willowy, trim, long-legged). Rough calloused palms, with light scars scattered over her skin, ranging from old silver to fresh pink. Has tattoos of large swan wings on her back that seem as if they could spring from her skin at any moment.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears whatever clothes are necessary to blend in with her environment. For her nocturnal activities she wears an enchanted cloak and mask, dark boots and clothing, an enchanted dirk, and a small leather sack. She has a pendant of a green stone with gold filigree and chain that she wears around her neck, tucked into her clothes and a silver ring on her right hand.
Player's online availability : Every now and again
Registered: Sept 16, 2016 15:29:33 GMT -8
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Post by The Sparrow on Oct 25, 2016 6:45:12 GMT -8
She looked curiously at the blue dragon that beckoned her closer, and the bird woman did come forward, reaching for the iridescent scale that swept from scarlet to sapphire and gleaned a little silver.
The Swan looked back at Jarkoopi and it was on the tip of her tongue to question his plan. A memory bubbled to the forefront of her mind, of a hard slap she had earned by questioning a command.
'Are you in command, princess?' Came the harsh, female voice of her nightmares. Another slap that had snapped her head in the other direction. 'Answer when spoken to!'
The Swan shook her head of the memory, and the whirled into the sleek body of the falcon, diving off the cliff edge and soarin through the air. With a twist and transformation, she landed on the creaky wood of the ship she had found, the placed the dragon scale at its center. She moved toward the steering wheel and plucked thick cobwebs from it, before she called out to Jarkoopi at the cliff's edge.
"I am ready!"
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Asaph, Dream Hunter
Committed
Roleplay posts: 82
Age: 700
Physical Description: A hybrid Orium and Blue dragon, about 20 meters long, 15 meters standing, and a 20 meter wingspan, mostly blue scales, but with a red underbelly and wings. He is covered in battle scars.
Clothes and Equipment: A gauntlet that gives resistance to the elements, and a ring on one of its horns that enhances its mana pool. An experimental set of armor to help him fight enemy dragons, a more recent addition.
Registered: Oct 25, 2015 11:40:24 GMT -8
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Post by Asaph, Dream Hunter on Oct 25, 2016 18:55:23 GMT -8
"...Mmmmutton..."
Asaph was still sleeping peacefully. He did unconsciously scratch the patch of skin where the scale was taken. But their yelling and him being rolled to the edge of the cliff had done nothing to rouse him.
"No... no you're my mutton chop... no you are.... no yooouuu are..."
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Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui
Dedicated
The mountaintop guardian shadows his lands...
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 1023 Years
Physical Description: Size (At standing pose): Height: 39 feet at the shoulder, Length: 104 feet
Eye color: Yellowish-White
Scale color: Light Blue, reflects a dull White in direct light
Dragon Species: European Dragon
Dragon Type: Chromatic
Dragon Color: Blue
http://i.imgur.com/Ba7kzgX.jpg
As a storm dragon, his hide and flesh can generate an electric charge passively when threatened, much like an eel, and can naturally and instantly release it upon being touched by a foreign organism or object.
As a human he takes the appearance of a man in the age range of forties to fifties, averagely built besides being a few inches taller than the average Joe and dressed in clean leather armor and worn blue cloths.
Clothes and Equipment: Two small leather pouches tucked under wings
He owns his father's ancestral unique magical scale mail. It is enchanted to break on impact and the shards return his body and reform into a different piece of armor until it is struck, then it repeats the steps.
A set of personal shoulder pads forged by Brock the forge master. It focuses the passive electricity in his hide into a beam of magic energy which blasts away targets.
Weaponry: Claws, Breath Attack (Lightning), and Bite
Treasure Hoarding: Minimal, mainly gems sometimes gold.
While as a human, he wields a magical long-sword, not much is known about his weapon, as he rarely uses it.
Allegiances: Isra (Loosely)
Player's online availability : US Central Time, Weekends: 8 AM to 11 PM, Weekdays: 6 AM to 9 PM
Registered: Mar 24, 2015 12:41:54 GMT -8
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Post by Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui on Oct 26, 2016 4:46:21 GMT -8
Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui stepped up to the ledge, and began casting magic while anxiuosly watching the ship below that the scale was on. "Ternock, xkhat wer darastrix ulph wyogale, dronikr!"Assume all went well, Asaph, Dream Hunter would teleport and trade places with the scale, hopefully now he'd be resting soundly on the ship. (And will hopefully stop sleep talking too.) Before he went, Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui grabbed the lone scale again and tucked it away in his pouch once more. He took to the air, and flew down alongside the ship and spoke to The Sparrow as she steered. "Lead the way, I can follow or push, if need be."
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The Sparrow
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 184
Physical Description: Golden-haired, silver eyes and a peach complexion, with a dancer's body (athletic, willowy, trim, long-legged). Rough calloused palms, with light scars scattered over her skin, ranging from old silver to fresh pink. Has tattoos of large swan wings on her back that seem as if they could spring from her skin at any moment.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears whatever clothes are necessary to blend in with her environment. For her nocturnal activities she wears an enchanted cloak and mask, dark boots and clothing, an enchanted dirk, and a small leather sack. She has a pendant of a green stone with gold filigree and chain that she wears around her neck, tucked into her clothes and a silver ring on her right hand.
Player's online availability : Every now and again
Registered: Sept 16, 2016 15:29:33 GMT -8
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Post by The Sparrow on Oct 26, 2016 6:50:10 GMT -8
The sudden weight of the dragon on the ship caused it to creak and groan ominously. The Swan immediately transformed into a sparrow and hovered in the air as the wood decided if it would hold the dragon's heaviness or not.
When it seemed as if all was well, the Swan landed on the ship as a bird, then transformed into her female form and waited again. No creams. No more groans. She nodded to Jarkoopi, and then she darted nimbly about the ship, pulling ropes and checking rudders, almost flying about the ship with the grace of some circus acrobat.
Gritting her teeth, the blond woman kicked off the larg boulder where she had found the ship, then vaulted over balustrade and taught rope to the steering wheel. Her heart was pounding, her blood rushing through her veins. She was so close!!
Her turquoise gaze was on that tunnel they were coming to, with only the gentlest of breezes and the slow moving current to carry the ship forward. This pace would have to do, however. She didn't want to strain the old ship, and she wasn't entirely confident in her piloting skills.
Asaph murmured in his sleep and she glanced at him, and it occured to her again that she may be able to slay a dragon, especially a secret one. 'Find its heart, beneath its strongest scales. Slice from the side, my pet, and its body will open like an oyster. The strength and the power of that heart is overwhelming. It will incite a lust for it like no man can stand. Kings would sell their kingdoms for the heart of a dragon...'
She shook head of the memory, and instead looked up at the gliding Jarkoopi. "Who is Asaph dreaming about?"
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Asaph, Dream Hunter
Committed
Roleplay posts: 82
Age: 700
Physical Description: A hybrid Orium and Blue dragon, about 20 meters long, 15 meters standing, and a 20 meter wingspan, mostly blue scales, but with a red underbelly and wings. He is covered in battle scars.
Clothes and Equipment: A gauntlet that gives resistance to the elements, and a ring on one of its horns that enhances its mana pool. An experimental set of armor to help him fight enemy dragons, a more recent addition.
Registered: Oct 25, 2015 11:40:24 GMT -8
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Post by Asaph, Dream Hunter on Oct 26, 2016 17:22:16 GMT -8
Asaph appeared on the ship deck in the same position as he was on the cliff's edge. He was still snoring, but it was a light snore and he was breathing a bit more easily. There were signs he would indeed awaken soon.
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Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui
Dedicated
The mountaintop guardian shadows his lands...
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 1023 Years
Physical Description: Size (At standing pose): Height: 39 feet at the shoulder, Length: 104 feet
Eye color: Yellowish-White
Scale color: Light Blue, reflects a dull White in direct light
Dragon Species: European Dragon
Dragon Type: Chromatic
Dragon Color: Blue
http://i.imgur.com/Ba7kzgX.jpg
As a storm dragon, his hide and flesh can generate an electric charge passively when threatened, much like an eel, and can naturally and instantly release it upon being touched by a foreign organism or object.
As a human he takes the appearance of a man in the age range of forties to fifties, averagely built besides being a few inches taller than the average Joe and dressed in clean leather armor and worn blue cloths.
Clothes and Equipment: Two small leather pouches tucked under wings
He owns his father's ancestral unique magical scale mail. It is enchanted to break on impact and the shards return his body and reform into a different piece of armor until it is struck, then it repeats the steps.
A set of personal shoulder pads forged by Brock the forge master. It focuses the passive electricity in his hide into a beam of magic energy which blasts away targets.
Weaponry: Claws, Breath Attack (Lightning), and Bite
Treasure Hoarding: Minimal, mainly gems sometimes gold.
While as a human, he wields a magical long-sword, not much is known about his weapon, as he rarely uses it.
Allegiances: Isra (Loosely)
Player's online availability : US Central Time, Weekends: 8 AM to 11 PM, Weekdays: 6 AM to 9 PM
Registered: Mar 24, 2015 12:41:54 GMT -8
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Post by Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui on Oct 27, 2016 7:15:38 GMT -8
Her turquoise gaze was on that tunnel they were coming to, with only the gentlest of breezes and the slow moving current to carry the ship forward. This pace would have to do, however. She didn't want to strain the old ship, and she wasn't entirely confident in her piloting skills. Asaph murmured in his sleep and she glanced at him, and it occured to her again that she may be able to slay a dragon, especially a secret one. 'Find its heart, beneath its strongest scales. Slice from the side, my pet, and its body will open like an oyster. The strength and the power of that heart is overwhelming. It will incite a lust for it like no man can stand. Kings would sell their kingdoms for the heart of a dragon...' She shook head of the memory, and instead looked up at the gliding Jarkoopi. "Who is Asaph dreaming about?" Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui followed the ship's rear closely, ready to give a push if the craft moved too slow. As the tunnel narrowed he made sure to not hit himself on any of the rock structures above him, and also to not touch the sleep-inducing water below. "I do not know who, it is likely some fantasy of his."He watched the water ripple below him like the waves crashing on the beaches of his homeland as they progressed, before saying anything else. "Perhaps it is me that he is dreaming about. Hah!"The dragon chuckled at his humor, it was quite obvious the dragon's mood or strength was not deterred by the recent events. "How far is the way, do you know? Are we at least close?"He inquired, wanting to get out of such a narrow tunnel that restricted his movement.
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The Sparrow
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 184
Physical Description: Golden-haired, silver eyes and a peach complexion, with a dancer's body (athletic, willowy, trim, long-legged). Rough calloused palms, with light scars scattered over her skin, ranging from old silver to fresh pink. Has tattoos of large swan wings on her back that seem as if they could spring from her skin at any moment.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears whatever clothes are necessary to blend in with her environment. For her nocturnal activities she wears an enchanted cloak and mask, dark boots and clothing, an enchanted dirk, and a small leather sack. She has a pendant of a green stone with gold filigree and chain that she wears around her neck, tucked into her clothes and a silver ring on her right hand.
Player's online availability : Every now and again
Registered: Sept 16, 2016 15:29:33 GMT -8
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Post by The Sparrow on Oct 30, 2016 18:52:47 GMT -8
She continued to navigate the ship, the white light line leading them toward the wide tunnel.
"We need pass through this tunnel, then we will be there." And she would finally have the answers to the dreams of her dreams.
She glanced down at Asaph, who was still sleeping, but now rustling around like he might wake soon. It put a small smile on her lips, that was still there as she glanced up to the sapphire wings of Jarkoopi.
As they neared the tunnel, a gust of air came through and it smelled as fresh and clean as spring, not at all like the rank of an underground cavern or the arid heat of a desert. As the ship creaked and groaned, rocking slightly from side to side, the young woman could see a literal light at the end of the tunnel that was getting brighter and brighter as they neared it.
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Asaph, Dream Hunter
Committed
Roleplay posts: 82
Age: 700
Physical Description: A hybrid Orium and Blue dragon, about 20 meters long, 15 meters standing, and a 20 meter wingspan, mostly blue scales, but with a red underbelly and wings. He is covered in battle scars.
Clothes and Equipment: A gauntlet that gives resistance to the elements, and a ring on one of its horns that enhances its mana pool. An experimental set of armor to help him fight enemy dragons, a more recent addition.
Registered: Oct 25, 2015 11:40:24 GMT -8
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Post by Asaph, Dream Hunter on Nov 1, 2016 17:14:33 GMT -8
Asaph's eyes flickered open. His reptilian eyes glimmered at the lights in the tunnel. He reared his head up and yawned. It didn't take long for him to realize he was creaking along on an old boat. Realizing that his massive form was a bit of a liability, he decided to transform into a human instead. His body would start to twist and contort and shrivel down into a shapeless prune. But humanoid outlines and textures would form along the surface until finally he was done. He had taken the form of a friendly old wizard. The "old man" stepped towards the Swan and waved with a yawn. "Ha. In retrospect I should have done this first. I assume getting me on this vessel was troublesome. Forgive me." He grinned, somewhat mischievously.
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Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui
Dedicated
The mountaintop guardian shadows his lands...
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 1023 Years
Physical Description: Size (At standing pose): Height: 39 feet at the shoulder, Length: 104 feet
Eye color: Yellowish-White
Scale color: Light Blue, reflects a dull White in direct light
Dragon Species: European Dragon
Dragon Type: Chromatic
Dragon Color: Blue
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As a storm dragon, his hide and flesh can generate an electric charge passively when threatened, much like an eel, and can naturally and instantly release it upon being touched by a foreign organism or object.
As a human he takes the appearance of a man in the age range of forties to fifties, averagely built besides being a few inches taller than the average Joe and dressed in clean leather armor and worn blue cloths.
Clothes and Equipment: Two small leather pouches tucked under wings
He owns his father's ancestral unique magical scale mail. It is enchanted to break on impact and the shards return his body and reform into a different piece of armor until it is struck, then it repeats the steps.
A set of personal shoulder pads forged by Brock the forge master. It focuses the passive electricity in his hide into a beam of magic energy which blasts away targets.
Weaponry: Claws, Breath Attack (Lightning), and Bite
Treasure Hoarding: Minimal, mainly gems sometimes gold.
While as a human, he wields a magical long-sword, not much is known about his weapon, as he rarely uses it.
Allegiances: Isra (Loosely)
Player's online availability : US Central Time, Weekends: 8 AM to 11 PM, Weekdays: 6 AM to 9 PM
Registered: Mar 24, 2015 12:41:54 GMT -8
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Post by Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui on Nov 3, 2016 6:38:14 GMT -8
While Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui was slowly suffering fatigue from the constant flying, he stayed behind the ship, pushing it and assisting with steering whenever needed. He felt the air's texture change, they were making progress, that was for sure. Asaph, Dream Hunter woke from his slumber, Jarkoopi had been displeased when Asaph burdened the team like that, he never would've done that. "I can feel it, we draw close."The sound of his wings flapping was audible with the ship's creaking. Almost tauntingly to Asaph, Dream Hunter, "It really wasn't too hard. All that book reading has really been making you soft and lightweight."He grinned at the old man, he wanted question why a human form like that, but he didn't, he could ask probably at a later date.
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The Sparrow
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 184
Physical Description: Golden-haired, silver eyes and a peach complexion, with a dancer's body (athletic, willowy, trim, long-legged). Rough calloused palms, with light scars scattered over her skin, ranging from old silver to fresh pink. Has tattoos of large swan wings on her back that seem as if they could spring from her skin at any moment.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears whatever clothes are necessary to blend in with her environment. For her nocturnal activities she wears an enchanted cloak and mask, dark boots and clothing, an enchanted dirk, and a small leather sack. She has a pendant of a green stone with gold filigree and chain that she wears around her neck, tucked into her clothes and a silver ring on her right hand.
Player's online availability : Every now and again
Registered: Sept 16, 2016 15:29:33 GMT -8
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Post by The Sparrow on Nov 3, 2016 7:13:08 GMT -8
They did indeed creep closer and closer to the light on that old and musty ship with Jarkoopi to help, for as the light grew brighter, the fresh wind became bolder, stronger. Swan looked over at Asaph's new form and could not help but smile at it. It reminded her of someone, but she didn't know who.
The wind became a strong gale as they inched closer, and it caught on the rags of the sails of the ship, but mostly it pressed against the ancient, moldy wood and even the steady, sluggish pace of the river beneath them couldn't move them along so Jarkoopi was forced to push, and push, the load made lighter by Asaph's transformation. The gust tore Swan's hood from her head, making her blonde hair sail behind her like a golden war flag.
The light became brighter, and brighter, until they were all forced to look away and then --
-- they burst through. For a moment they were blessed by the sight of a gorgeous, glittering kingdom in the sky, clouds of white and gold and soft shades of purple and blue and pink as their foundation, the buildings themselves seemingly created by angels as they were slender and delicate, a thousand spires for a thousand spires.
But that awe inspiring sight was impeded by the sudden and odd sensation of dropping... yes, the ship was dropping right off a waterfall ledge that had no sound for the water simply dropped into atmosphere.
The Swan and Asaph wouldn't even have time to scream before the old ship was hurtling downward, breaking apart at the force and velocity, the sky kingdom falling away.
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