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Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2017 17:46:02 GMT -8
(Sorry for the delay, family matters)
With her mind entirely on the elemental, she failed to notice Royal slashing her tendrils. Letting out another yell of pain, she turned around unnaturally fast and lashed out to Roy with the remaining tendrils with the hopes of grappling and constricting him high above her. Beneath them the ground began to crack and rumble, as if something massive was stirring below the surface and forcing its way above....
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Alryca Starwell
Committed
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 19
Physical Description: She has a tall, lithe frame, if a bit better endowed than most of her elven kin. Long, platinum blonde hair streams down to nearly her waist, and her long fingers are frequently seen twirling it. Her eyes are vibrantly blue, and constantly looking about to take in new sights. She has no particular preference in clothing, dressing reasonably fashionable as far as she can afford.
Clothes and Equipment: She has a wand that she carries on her person at all times, with it, she performs her magic. Sketchbooks and drawing items are held in a small satchel at her waist. She is usually wearing robes due to her position as a junior member of the Isran enclave, a position earned solely by the dearth of summoners amongst magic users.
Player's online availability : Meh
Registered: Jan 26, 2017 13:05:24 GMT -8
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Post by Alryca Starwell on Mar 7, 2017 5:44:16 GMT -8
Alryca was ready with her spell though, and wave of her wand sent the energy she had gathered coursing out, coalescing in what she affectionately referred to as the Rock Roc. A massive bird comprised of stone and rock stood before her, magnificent wings outstretched, each feather a light piece of marble to give it a rippling mosaic pattern as the sun beamed off of it.
"Roy! Come on let's go!" She yelled as she hopped onto the back of the massive bird, whose wings had smashed through a couple of the ruined buildings nearby. It began to walk towards Roy and the mushroom woman, ruffling its feathers dangerously.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Mar 7, 2017 10:26:58 GMT -8
Roy turned, spotting the giant stone bird. There was their escape route! He ran for the bird as fast as he could, but the lashing and grasping tendrils caught him by the ankle and lifted him high into the air. Roy let out a cry of panic as he was lifted upside-down by a deranged fungal tendril. Was this a tentacle monster? His cousin Reynad had warned him about these before he'd left home. They usually lived in the water though, isn't that what he'd said? Roy couldn't remember, but he knew that this wasn't good.
"Alryca, help! I'm caught!"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2017 8:25:25 GMT -8
Viorè looked back to see the roc coming towards her, Roy wrapped up in one of her tendrils, and laughed condescendingly. "Oh how adorable!" She said to Alryca. "You assume your little songbird will save you? NO ONE escapes my family!" With one last loud crack, the ground shattered like glass to reveal what was underneath the three- hundreds, if not thousands, of fungal tendrils latching onto one another and writhing in anger over each other, forming a blue and pink mass of worm-like movement that seemed to go on forever into the black abyss below. Dozens of tendrils shot up and grabbed Viorè (or rather she let them) as she let go of Roy onto the last remnants of land surrounding them. The hole made would encompass the majority of the city center- if the Roc didn't jump backward it would fall into the waiting mass of tentacles below. The tendrils wrapped around and crushed Viorè supposedly before tightly wrapping themselves around one another. More tendrils joined, shooting upwards and latching to the mass mold that was slowly taking human form. A massive deathcap grew from the top of what could only be described as the head, four arms began to take shape all around the torso. Along with that, eyeholes tore themselves in the mass all around the body, creating a sense that there was no front or back. The creature, over 50 high, let out a wet roar from the spaces between the tendrils. The roar almost sounded like words, the hissing attempting to take the form of comprehensible speech. "J....OOOO.....IIIII....NNN....US...SSSSS...."
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Alryca Starwell
Committed
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 19
Physical Description: She has a tall, lithe frame, if a bit better endowed than most of her elven kin. Long, platinum blonde hair streams down to nearly her waist, and her long fingers are frequently seen twirling it. Her eyes are vibrantly blue, and constantly looking about to take in new sights. She has no particular preference in clothing, dressing reasonably fashionable as far as she can afford.
Clothes and Equipment: She has a wand that she carries on her person at all times, with it, she performs her magic. Sketchbooks and drawing items are held in a small satchel at her waist. She is usually wearing robes due to her position as a junior member of the Isran enclave, a position earned solely by the dearth of summoners amongst magic users.
Player's online availability : Meh
Registered: Jan 26, 2017 13:05:24 GMT -8
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Post by Alryca Starwell on Mar 14, 2017 14:46:38 GMT -8
"...shiiiiiit!" She muttered as the ground opened up, the roc beating its wings ferociously to get and remain airborne. She nearly swayed from the back of her bird, the summoning having sapped her of energy.
"Get us...out of here." She panted as the roc continued to attempt to climb out of reach of the mushroom tendrils, abandoning Roy to his fate.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Mar 14, 2017 16:36:48 GMT -8
Roy jumped back, scrambling to get to his feet as he tripped over tendrils and tentacles. He looked up just in time to see the huge, twisted fungus monster rise and Alryca fly away. "No! Help! Don't leave me..." Roy glanced around desperately, trying to figure out what to do next. All of a sudden, he remembered the tattoo his friend Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden had given him. He pressed his fingers against the glowing blue mark on his wrist, calling the river dragon to his aid. "Come on, Neva. I need help!" Meanwhile, he scurried away from the fungus monster, looking for somewhere to hide.
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Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 259
Age: 850
Physical Description: Neva's form is as fluid as the rivers she protects. Her usual form is approximately forty meters, armored with an incredibly thick, scaly hide. Her head is a armored as well, with long horns or fins, depending on whether she is moving through water or land. In her human form she tends to take the shape of a young, tanned, attractive woman, with long dark hair. Finally, she can take the form of any animal that spends the majority of its life in any watery area of the world.
Clothes and Equipment: In her human form, she is wearing thick leather armor of a similar substance to her dragon hide. The only weapons she wields are a pair of javelins and a long spear. The weapons are magical as she sees fit, variously imbuing them with her own magical powers.
Registered: May 17, 2016 15:08:26 GMT -8
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Post by Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden on Mar 15, 2017 4:16:00 GMT -8
A whirlpool of water shot up next to Roy, lasting for a second or two before the magnificent form of the Wavewarden appeared next to Roy, a slightly annoyed look on her human form.
"Dammit Roy, I swear to the deep ones if you need help opening...another...jar..."
She slowly trailed off as she took in the truly monstrous amount of mushrooms currently around them, and she facepalmed, being the last human expression before her appearance melted into her true dragon form.
"What the hell did you do now?" She asked, rather incredulously at the inept vampire. Her wings spread out, a magnificent coloration of blues, greens, and turqoises spread on them, but the coloration on her scales was beginning to fade to red, a clear warning of impending wrath as her gaze was levelled at the mushroom woman, daring her to make a move.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 17, 2017 8:29:57 GMT -8
As soon as Neva(?) unfolded her wings, the eyes of the monster immediately focused on her. "N...E..EWW....F...AM....IL..YYYYY" The tentacles dived for her, massive tree-like vines crashing down to the remaining ground below kicking up dirt and debris as it attempted to either smash or constrict Neva. The monster didn't seem too concerned with the result.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Mar 19, 2017 19:46:39 GMT -8
Roy let out a sigh of relief as Neva appeared, big and scaly.
"It wasn't my fault! I just wandered in, and now she's trying to turn me into a mushroom! There was someone else, but she...uh...got away."
He didn't want to admit that he'd been abandoned. No need for Neva to worry any more than she already was, after all. He really would have to take Neva back to his uncle's chocolate shop to thank her for saving him all the time. What was this, the third or fourth time? Perhaps he should have just stayed home.
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Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 259
Age: 850
Physical Description: Neva's form is as fluid as the rivers she protects. Her usual form is approximately forty meters, armored with an incredibly thick, scaly hide. Her head is a armored as well, with long horns or fins, depending on whether she is moving through water or land. In her human form she tends to take the shape of a young, tanned, attractive woman, with long dark hair. Finally, she can take the form of any animal that spends the majority of its life in any watery area of the world.
Clothes and Equipment: In her human form, she is wearing thick leather armor of a similar substance to her dragon hide. The only weapons she wields are a pair of javelins and a long spear. The weapons are magical as she sees fit, variously imbuing them with her own magical powers.
Registered: May 17, 2016 15:08:26 GMT -8
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Post by Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden on Mar 20, 2017 2:54:36 GMT -8
Neva leaped backwards, her tail forming a vicious blade that slashed through two of the tentacles to give her some space, wings unfurled as her leap gave her the space she needed to get airborne.
"Dammit Roy!" She muttered once more. How that idiot got himself into these situations she would never know. Another slash brought down another tentacle, her tail flicking off whatever goop stuck to it.
"Begone creature of fungus. This one is under the protection of the sea!" She roared at the monstrosity. At 50ft it was quite a bit more massive than she was, but her size was in no way indicative of her power.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2017 16:08:44 GMT -8
(Sorry for the long waits, been busy with school.)
The slash would deftly chop the tendril with no concern, but where there was one a dozen more took its place. Despite its size, the monster would show a surprising amount of speed. The moment the tendrils fell, three more unwrapped themselves and grabbed them as they fell to the ground and pulled them back in. At the same time, five more launched towards Neva during her boast in the blink of an eye, spinning around the creature first to give it enough momentum to turn concrete to dust upon impact.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Mar 24, 2017 5:53:28 GMT -8
Roy scurried away, running to take cover in a nearby building. He wished that he could help Neva, but he'd just get in the way. He really did rely on her to save him far too often. Perhaps he should try to become more independent, or at least get kidnapped less. It just seemed like something that happened, though. He didn't know why. What was it about him that attracted trouble? He did his best to avoid it.
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Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 259
Age: 850
Physical Description: Neva's form is as fluid as the rivers she protects. Her usual form is approximately forty meters, armored with an incredibly thick, scaly hide. Her head is a armored as well, with long horns or fins, depending on whether she is moving through water or land. In her human form she tends to take the shape of a young, tanned, attractive woman, with long dark hair. Finally, she can take the form of any animal that spends the majority of its life in any watery area of the world.
Clothes and Equipment: In her human form, she is wearing thick leather armor of a similar substance to her dragon hide. The only weapons she wields are a pair of javelins and a long spear. The weapons are magical as she sees fit, variously imbuing them with her own magical powers.
Registered: May 17, 2016 15:08:26 GMT -8
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Post by Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden on Mar 26, 2017 11:36:56 GMT -8
The tentacles would find it getting far colder than it had any right to be near Neva, and dodging them was no trouble for the dragon, whose flight was clearly magically aided. She dove through the mass of tentacles towards Viore, mouth open wide as she prepared to deliver a devastating ice breath. Flashes of color dominated her scales as she shone red in anger at the creature that dared to attack her.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2017 8:18:03 GMT -8
The creature shuddered and stiffened at the cold breath, losing all coloring in its mass where the ice hit. Due to the size, however, not all of it was frozen solid- the parts left unchecked slammed into the ground violently like a child having a temper tantrum as it attempted to annihilate everything around it.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Mar 27, 2017 12:54:12 GMT -8
Roy watched, entranced. Had Neva always had ice magic? He wasn't sure. Come to think of it, there were quite a few things he didn't know about Neva. That didn't really bother him, though, as she'd always been nice to him and helped him out when he needed it. He really did have to become more independent, though, or maybe just stay in more. If he stayed out of trouble, he'd have to get rescued less...but then maybe trouble would come to him. It was a struggle, really.
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Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 259
Age: 850
Physical Description: Neva's form is as fluid as the rivers she protects. Her usual form is approximately forty meters, armored with an incredibly thick, scaly hide. Her head is a armored as well, with long horns or fins, depending on whether she is moving through water or land. In her human form she tends to take the shape of a young, tanned, attractive woman, with long dark hair. Finally, she can take the form of any animal that spends the majority of its life in any watery area of the world.
Clothes and Equipment: In her human form, she is wearing thick leather armor of a similar substance to her dragon hide. The only weapons she wields are a pair of javelins and a long spear. The weapons are magical as she sees fit, variously imbuing them with her own magical powers.
Registered: May 17, 2016 15:08:26 GMT -8
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Post by Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden on Mar 30, 2017 12:47:44 GMT -8
As the tentacles thrashed the ground beneath her, ice shards formed along her tail, and Neva gave one last attempt at diplomacy.
"Surrender now or be destroyed! Let the vampire boy go!"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 31, 2017 9:32:03 GMT -8
(Oh...did I not let him go? I thought I let him go, like, three posts back...)
Edit: (Yeah, I released him back when you attacked. She's just throwing a temper tantrum at this point, not grappling anyone.)
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Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 259
Age: 850
Physical Description: Neva's form is as fluid as the rivers she protects. Her usual form is approximately forty meters, armored with an incredibly thick, scaly hide. Her head is a armored as well, with long horns or fins, depending on whether she is moving through water or land. In her human form she tends to take the shape of a young, tanned, attractive woman, with long dark hair. Finally, she can take the form of any animal that spends the majority of its life in any watery area of the world.
Clothes and Equipment: In her human form, she is wearing thick leather armor of a similar substance to her dragon hide. The only weapons she wields are a pair of javelins and a long spear. The weapons are magical as she sees fit, variously imbuing them with her own magical powers.
Registered: May 17, 2016 15:08:26 GMT -8
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Post by Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden on Apr 3, 2017 10:46:26 GMT -8
(My apologies, I meant let go as in allow him to leave, the mushroom wall is still up I believe?)
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2017 13:15:29 GMT -8
(Ah, yes, you're correct. Sorry, I must've misinterpreted what you meant.)
Neva received no reply other than a roar muffled by wet folds of fungus and writing tentacles. From below her, however, more tendrils abruptly burst through the ground and attempted to grab her.
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Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 259
Age: 850
Physical Description: Neva's form is as fluid as the rivers she protects. Her usual form is approximately forty meters, armored with an incredibly thick, scaly hide. Her head is a armored as well, with long horns or fins, depending on whether she is moving through water or land. In her human form she tends to take the shape of a young, tanned, attractive woman, with long dark hair. Finally, she can take the form of any animal that spends the majority of its life in any watery area of the world.
Clothes and Equipment: In her human form, she is wearing thick leather armor of a similar substance to her dragon hide. The only weapons she wields are a pair of javelins and a long spear. The weapons are magical as she sees fit, variously imbuing them with her own magical powers.
Registered: May 17, 2016 15:08:26 GMT -8
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Post by Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden on Apr 6, 2017 14:12:37 GMT -8
Blasts of water would scythe through the tentacles with ease, as Neva dove straight for the woman manipulating the whole thing. Her scales were as hard as steel and teeth as sharp as swords as she aimed to tear Viore limb from limb.
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