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 6, 2016 12:27:03 GMT -8
"Altiuiri di wer ricin!" A purplish aura exploded from Asaph's body as he uttered these words. He immediately leaped forward to grab The Sparrow in his spindly feeling old arms (which she would find were far stronger than they appeared). As he grabbed hold of her, the purple aura released two protrusions of itself to the sides, forming an ethereal model of his dragon wings. With this power Asaph was able to glide himself and the woman through the darkness safely. The winged wizard circled around to see if Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui was ok.
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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 Nov 8, 2016 9:28:45 GMT -8
"Altiuiri di wer ricin!" A purplish aura exploded from Asaph's body as he uttered these words. He immediately leaped forward to grab The Sparrow in his spindly feeling old arms (which she would find were far stronger than they appeared). As he grabbed hold of her, the purple aura released two protrusions of itself to the sides, forming an ethereal model of his dragon wings. With this power Asaph was able to glide himself and the woman through the darkness safely. The winged wizard circled around to see if Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui was ok. Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui was indeed fine, still flying where the ship was. He was quite shocked to have it disappear while he was adjusting to the light. He looked to make sure everyone was safely airborne. But woah. A city among the clouds, only once had he ever seen anything like this in his life. He was eager to explore further, but needed to make sure that The Sparrow and Asaph, Dream Hunter were prepared. "Is everyone ok? Where do we fly from here?"
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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 8, 2016 11:05:37 GMT -8
(but like, tons more buildings and stuff, far and wide. a whole kingdom!) She fell off from the ship, pieces of the moldy wood breaking apart, the spray of the waterfall cast against her skin and her clothing as her cloak lifted and twirled all around her. Her breath was caught from her lips, and she found it difficult to breathe, her brain numb with the place of her dreams right before her eyes.
And then claws were closing around her and lifting her up, yanking her upwards from her fall, making her off as the feeling jerked her for a moment. In the next, she transformed into a sparrow and twisted out of Asaph's helpful claws and darted up high into the air, where the sky was an endless blue and the kingdom in the clouds continued to sprawl and sprawl.
She couldn't speak when she was in this form, and she transformed from sparrow to Swan in a barrel roll and immediately headed to the parapets and the towers of the city. No white light shimmered any longer; they had come to their destination. Yet the city seemed strangely... empty. Void. There didn't seem to be anyone among the buildings and parks.
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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 11, 2016 23:13:38 GMT -8
Content that The Sparrow was safe, Asaph, still in his humanoid form, banked around and up and up towards the city in the sky. It was funny. He had conveniently forgotten that the woman could transform into a bird and fly. Oh well. The ethereal wings beat against the drafty air. As he soared higher and higher, his intellectual curiosity reached almost desperate levels. He flew faster and faster, his draconic arrogance assuring him that he would be unharmed. "Come! Come!" He'd bid the others without even asking where to go. He was bent on at least circling the whole kingdom once. He would make sure to zip by Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui and give him a little wink, as if bidding him to race. It would be a most amusing sight indeed, a flying old man acting like a small child!
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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 Nov 15, 2016 8:15:22 GMT -8
Content that The Sparrow was safe, Asaph, still in his humanoid form, banked around and up and up towards the city in the sky. It was funny. He had conveniently forgotten that the woman could transform into a bird and fly. Oh well. The ethereal wings beat against the drafty air. As he soared higher and higher, his intellectual curiosity reached almost desperate levels. He flew faster and faster, his draconic arrogance assuring him that he would be unharmed. "Come! Come!" He'd bid the others without even asking where to go. He was bent on at least circling the whole kingdom once. He would make sure to zip by Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui and give him a little wink, as if bidding him to race. It would be a most amusing sight indeed, a flying old man acting like a small child! What an odd adventure so far, Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui reflected back on everything that's happened so far as he was slowly trailing behind The Sparrow in her bird form. It made him let out a mighty and hearty laugh that could part clouds and fog. "Hah ha ha! Who was to say there was a sky beneath the ground! Ha!While under normal circumstances Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui would have definitely accepted and beaten Asaph, Dream Hunter at a flying race, his wings were growing tired from all the flying he had to do to move the ship. His taunting did however motivate the blue dragon to keep up and push himself to approach the cloud castle. It was... Very quiet... He called down to The Sparrow through the beating of massive wings, "Where to now? When did people live here last? It is awfully dangerously quiet, you best stay in the air with us."
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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 18, 2016 10:17:53 GMT -8
And suddenly from these white parapets, harpoons were fired --
at JARKOOPI. They targeted the dragon, seeking to rip his wings, to sever his long neck from his head, to impale his body and bring him horribly, bloodily crashing through the clouds to the miles and miles and miles he would have to fall to the earth again.
If ASAPH had not been in his old man form, he would have been targeted as well.
A war-like call came from a few of the parapets and warriors seemed to tumble out of a few of the windows, brilliant wings of white barreled around their body until they unfurled and they showed the armored bodies of warriors coming after the dragon themselves, righteously angry, their weapons a blaze with a white glow much like the line that had brought the party there to this Kingdom in the Sky.
A few of them came toward Asaph and the Swan, regardless of the bird form she was in and they spoke to them: "Quickly! Come with us! We will keep you safe from the dragon!"
It did not seem as if the entire kingdom was attacking. Indeed, it still seemed as if 90% of what they saw was empty and tomb-like. These people were only a small collection, taking up residence in a section of the main palace of the largest cloud collection.
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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 18, 2016 22:42:56 GMT -8
Asaph continued to fly gleefully until he heard a sudden whiz of a harpoon screeching behind him. His ancient form darted around and he saw the attackers, strange warriors who seemed to be born of the clouds. Although it was very likely that Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui would somehow be able to successfully defend himself from the attacks, it didn't stop Asaph from swerving around and darting towards Jarkoopi while increasing the psionic aura about him. His ethereal wings would increase in size and then double in number, morphing from reptilian looking wings to a Seraphic configuration. The dragon wizard stayed aloft with one set of wings (which also helped protect Jarkoopi) while the second set would shield himself. "Stop, cease your attack! He is our ally, not our enemy!"
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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 Nov 22, 2016 8:19:03 GMT -8
And suddenly from these white parapets, harpoons were fired --
at JARKOOPI. They targeted the dragon, seeking to rip his wings, to sever his long neck from his head, to impale his body and bring him horribly, bloodily crashing through the clouds to the miles and miles and miles he would have to fall to the earth again.
If ASAPH had not been in his old man form, he would have been targeted as well.
A war-like call came from a few of the parapets and warriors seemed to tumble out of a few of the windows, brilliant wings of white barreled around their body until they unfurled and they showed the armored bodies of warriors coming after the dragon themselves, righteously angry, their weapons a blaze with a white glow much like the line that had brought the party there to this Kingdom in the Sky.
A few of them came toward Asaph and the Swan, regardless of the bird form she was in and they spoke to them: "Quickly! Come with us! We will keep you safe from the dragon!"
It did not seem as if the entire kingdom was attacking. Indeed, it still seemed as if 90% of what they saw was empty and tomb-like. These people were only a small collection, taking up residence in a section of the main palace of the largest cloud collection.
Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui was caught completely off guard as the harpoons soared towards him, his eye widening as he lacked the energy to try and dodge or evade the projectiles. Although Asaph, Dream Hunter did manage to help protect him from some of the attack, two had solid hits on him. One pierced and tore through his wing membrane, shooting pain along the torn area, the other had pierced his hide near the base of his neck, luckily most of that area was thick muscle and would prove non-fatal. He recoiled from the damage and turned around mid-air to gain some thinking time. Was it a trap to kill him? Was Asaph, Dream Hunter in on it? How'd he know to turn into a human? He was tricked! It was a plot!However, Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui was not happy when he turned back around to face the encircling warriors, there was a storm brewing in his eyes, and his posture had his axe-like claw extended, his wing beats grew slower but stronger and he displayed his many rows of razor sharp teeth. "You die."From behind Asaph, Dream Hunter, Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui flew behind him and swatted the old dragon man out of his way so he could face those who dare try and kill him. With a furious burst of speed he dashed at the tower in which the harpoons had emerged from, swiping with great speed at the winged warriors who tried to surround him while approaching the tower. He'd slam into the stone construct before they could reload, shaking the building's core and he started rending any tool, person, or weapon that dare try to stick out of any window, his head and maw reared back as he readied to cast flame to burn the chicken people out of their hardened bunker.
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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 23, 2016 17:58:57 GMT -8
The winged warriors seemed to stop when they saw that Asaph, Dream Hunter had transformed his wings into that which was seraph-like -- for the quadruple wings were those configured of their nobility, while six wings were the usual form for their monarch and ruling house.
The Swan saw that they had hurt Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui and she saw how the blue dragon seemed to be circling around. For all that the winged warriors had hesitated at the call and look of Asaph, they saw the enemy of their people circling around to slaughter them all.
"Get away from the dragon!" they called to the Swan, whose necklace began to burn at her breast while she was in her Swan form. They fired more harpoons, more arrows at Jarkoopi, having not yet heard orders from their own leaders that they should truly stop their attack.
After all, dragons were the reason this Kingdom in the Sky was almost a ghost town.
Jarkoopi swept forward, and the Swan swept toward him as well, a vast distance between the two of them. She transformed into a human and spun, free-falling for a moment before she ripped off her cloak and let it catch in the wind. Beautiful white-gold wings burst from her back and she flew as fast as she could toward Jarkoopi, striking past the others, hoping to catch before he struck--
But the blue dragon reached out with his claws just as the Swan reached him, and it slammed her against the stone parapet, jerking her body and making her head snap back against the stone. Instant pain. Instant darkness. And red sprayed into the wind from the back of the Swan's head.
The angry war cries of the winged people could be heard as they poured from other windows and took the skies, their swords and armor gleaming -- as if they were an army of angels about to descend onto the blue dragon that had brought death to them.
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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 25, 2016 9:05:03 GMT -8
This was getting out of hand. Asaph knew he needed to make one final stand to end their fighting. While he didn't exactly appreciate being knocked aside like an overgrown butterfly, his psionic wings would be enough to shield him from injury. He tumbled through the air but quickly recovered and flew back in. As he did so purple bolts of energy surrounded his body... If he successfully made it to a point that place himself between Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui and the angelic army, he would flare his arms outward and cry out: ENOUGH!
There was a burst of magenta light and Asaph's wings would disappear. The dragon in wizard form would cry out with a voice whose volume was appropriate for his more fully sized form. Immediately afterwards a bubble of energy would expand outwards from his body. The bubble was like a thick, forceful wall of air. Any arrows and harpoons and breaths of flame would fail against it (hopefully) and anyone who made contact with it would be blown back, but otherwise be unharmed. The bubble would start small but rapidly grow several hundred meters in diameter. Hopefully this would be enough to grab their attention and end their fighting. Even without the wings, Asaph would continue to hover in the air, though he wouldn't be able to fly at high speed for a bit, and his personal defenses would be expended. His palms would be facing out towards the two forces. "Enough! Enough of this! No more fighting." The Sparrow would have to wait to receive medical attention. Asaph spotted her slumped against the wall and hissed bitterly before giving a nasty glare to both the angelic warriors and Jarkoopi.
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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 Dec 5, 2016 9:31:32 GMT -8
Despite colliding with The Sparrow mid-air and injuring her, his assault of their fortifications would not halt. They would pay for even daring to fire upon him, no matter the cost. His maw had fire in it's rear, about to burst. "FEEL THE FLAMES OF THE ITH DI VIGNAR! MUHAHA!"From the back of the dragon's throat emerged a beam of hot fire that poured into the window of the stone tower, expanding inside the building and frying everything and everyone inside into ash and embers. The flame was so hot, the stone window frame which the blue dragon's mouth was up against started to melt and drip. Their arrows did nothing to him, but the harpoons could occasionally slice his hide and cause his blood to drip down on the tower's wall or fall down through the clouds until it hit whatever was all the way down there. Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui only momentarily hesitated when Asaph, Dream Hunter shouted, but his attention, and attack, also turned his way. As the dragon's head turned, so did his cone of flame which started to engulf Asaph, Dream Hunter's bubble. Had he not been there, the angel-like warriors would've been toast. Through his jetstream of flame, Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui argrily shouted. "BURN YOU COWARDLY TRAITOR!"Soon enough his burning assault ended, he was still loosely gripping at the tower's crevices and breathing heavily after expending all that energy. From the pain to the fatiuge to the bloodloss to the expended mana, Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui was starting to feel faint. His wild eyes snapped around as he regained his bearings, looking at the warriors, Asaph, Dream Hunter and the downed The Sparrow, realizing he'd harmed his guide and nearly crispified Asaph, Dream Hunter. However, it might still be a trap and he was still falling for it...
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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 Dec 8, 2016 9:23:07 GMT -8
The screams of the seraphim-like warriors that had still been in the tower, those that had not poured out, filled the air, along with the smell of burning flesh and feather, and the sharp tang of boiling blood. The blue-scaled dragon seemed not to be listening to the four-winged angelic man that called for a halt, and the Swan was limp, tramped and probably partially crushed between Jarkoopi's claw and the tower that he had just assaulted, melted, nigh destroyed.
The warriors cried out in outrage, as those that had escaped dived and circled around, not protected by Asaph's bubble, but also not within range of Jarkoopi's attack on the tower. His back was to them, and they swiftly flew down, wings tucked to their body as they gripped onto his spikes, the sun gleaming off their armor, and they sought to plunge their blades into the dragon's wings, into the dragon's joints, into the tender spots of a dragon as if they had been trained on how to slay dragons.
Those that were protected by Asaph's sphere gripped their weapons and waited out the dragon's breath attack, and those closest to Asaph called to him -- still not aware that he himself is a dragon.
"Go! Take shelter in the city. We will handle the dragon before he kills us all!"
Truly, it was up to Asaph to somehow stop the madness before the Swan died, before Jarkoopi died, and before any more of these seraphim-like warriors died. It did not seem as if they were dragon hunters who had laid a trap, but instead as if they were natives to this Kingdom in the Sky, and that dragons were some sort of beast of notoriety to their culture. At best, perhaps Jarkoopi could be captured and detained without being killed immediately. At worst, the warriors would lose more of their number before retreating to heal, plan, and attack again.
Perhaps they could have been stopped or halted before much damage was done, but now that Jarkoopi had killed several of their men and women, it seemed that a line had been crossed.
Blood dripped into the Swan's golden hair, made its way through the strands to begin to cascade over her forehead and temple, as she was slumped over Jarkoopi's claw. She could provide no answers, no insight, and no help.
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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 Dec 14, 2016 10:23:12 GMT -8
As the bubble expanded outward it gradually lost power, so several seconds later it was no longer effective. All the energy had been radiated and Asaph was temporarily exhausted of mana. It appeared as though Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui had inflicted so much damage on the enemy forces that they would not forgive him so easily. What a shame. Normally being so powerful would be a good thing in situations like this. He had to act fast. In seconds Jarkoopi would be skewered. There was only one thing left to do. The old wizard's body twisted and contorted. His snout elongated, his hands and boots became sharp and scaly, and his size grew rapidly. He transformed himself back into his original dragon form. He let out a great roar as he did so to grab everyone's attention. *ROAAAAAAAR!*
His great wings beat and he flew forward towards Jarkoopi and The Sparrow as fast as he could, hopefully reaching them before the winged warriors did. If he made it in time he'd flare out his massive wings and use his body as a shield, placing himself between the warriors and his party. "We surrender!"
He cried out, with a volume far exceeding any humanoid battle cries. Of course it was only half true. In the pit of his gullet a core of glowing mana, invisible to the outsiders, was building up in case his words weren't heeded. (Charge 1)
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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 Mar 23, 2017 9:12:24 GMT -8
Through the pain the dragon smiled, knowing his attack had easily turned those within the tower into mere ash and had crushed Asaph, Dream Hunter's magical shield. However his wounds came back to him, as he saw the winged warriors attempt to surround and charge him. If Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui had the energy, he would've let go of the tower to turn and give the new attackers his many razor teeth, but he was fatigued. He remained clinging to the stone tower in one hand and with the unconscious The Sparrow in another, with his back and wings exposed to the enemies. Suddenly out of the corner of his eye, Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui spotted Asaph, Dream Hunter morph back to his draconic form and loudly roar from amidst the winged people and dash towards him. For a moment, Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui suspected his former foe was going to deliver the fatal blow upon him. To his surprise however, he flew almost on top of him, and outstretched his wings to protect Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui. "We surrender!"No, not this dragon. Weakly and through heavy breaths, Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui tried to speak over Asaph, Dream Hunter but was too tired to yell very loud. "No... I do not..."Did the Angelic like people not care that he held one of their own in his claw whom he could easily crush with barely any effort? He kept his grip on The Sparrow, even though he was beginning to feel his strength leave his limbs.
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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 Mar 27, 2017 12:45:03 GMT -8
(The Player doesn't fully remember where they planned on going with this scene, so we'll continue on with a new direction!)
Asaph's transfiguration into a dragon seemed to throw the angelic-warriors. They flew back, looking among each other on what to do. One dragon, they thought they could handle -- indeed, he seemed to be almost dead, with the seemingly dead Seraphim in his claw -- but two?
Their numbers were not that large to handle two.
They looked toward one man for answers, one man to explain what was going on. He was golden haired and beautiful, and obviously distrustful.
"Give us our dead, then be gone, scaled beasts," the seraphim knight demanded, gesturing to the Swan draped in Jarkoopi's claw. They could see that Jarkoopi was weak, but they did not yet catch that he was ready to fall off the white pillar, through the clouds, and plummet far below -- likely to his death.
There was no "ground" within the Sky Kingdom, after all.
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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 Apr 12, 2017 22:51:33 GMT -8
"She came with us in search of her kin you fools. If she's anyone's dead she is ours, though that remains to be seen!" Asaph bellowed. "Your actions have put us in danger, not ours! We will be the ones to demand healing for her from YOUR kin. That is how this conflict shall end, and rest assure I very much want us to stop fighting." Asaph's large scaly head turned towards the sky warriors in all directions, his reptilian eyes narrowing. The glowing mana core in his throat continued to grow. "I'm inclined to believe your people want us to stop fighting as well." He snorted. A puff of vapor floated from his nostrils. The moisture had a cyan glow to it, implying that his sinuses and throat were filled with deadly mana, a warning. (Charge 2) The Sparrow, Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui
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