Trogdor
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 220
Physical Description: Red scales on the back with a white stomach. Spiked head and ridge.
Age: 1042
Length: 60ft
Color: Red scales with a lighter stomach.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: claws, fire, and jaws.
Registered: Apr 21, 2015 9:34:10 GMT -8
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Post by Trogdor on Apr 29, 2017 21:09:59 GMT -8
The dragon approached the women and ignored the turnip, "I have come bearing ill tidings. The high prist has killed you son. I saw it with my own eyes. He called your son a creature of darkness, then he said he was coming for your treasure. He approaches now, but I came first to warn you."
Trogdor had little need for the women. In fact she would be a nuisance at this point. He heard coins shifting in the back of the cave and new the time was close. First things first the beast would seek out the old crones treasure.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Apr 30, 2017 17:06:57 GMT -8
The old woman sighed.
"Oh dear...I figured as much. I'll be going, then. It's a shame I can't carry all my treasure with me, though...well, I suppose I'll have to leave it here. You'll take good care of it, won't you?"
Packing up a bag, she exited the cave in a hurry. Trogdor would find a distinct lack of coins in the cave. However, a rather large pile of turnips sat in the back. Was this the old woman's treasure?
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Trogdor
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 220
Physical Description: Red scales on the back with a white stomach. Spiked head and ridge.
Age: 1042
Length: 60ft
Color: Red scales with a lighter stomach.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: claws, fire, and jaws.
Registered: Apr 21, 2015 9:34:10 GMT -8
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Post by Trogdor on May 1, 2017 9:38:44 GMT -8
The beast had no intention of letting the women escape and would snap his jaws upon her. The death would be swift and less frighting to an blind person, but still a gruesome way to go. Trogdor placed the bleeding body next to the cracking egg. There was not much meat on the old bones but the blood was still warm. It would be a much more fitting first meal then turnips.
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Post by Deleted on May 5, 2017 20:25:14 GMT -8
Wiggle wiggle wiggle! The egg began to break apart, chip by chip, and displace more coins that buried it. There was quite a bit of movement, and then... nothing. There would be little movement or sound for a minute or so. And then...!
A tiny little head would poke out from the coins!
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Trogdor
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 220
Physical Description: Red scales on the back with a white stomach. Spiked head and ridge.
Age: 1042
Length: 60ft
Color: Red scales with a lighter stomach.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: claws, fire, and jaws.
Registered: Apr 21, 2015 9:34:10 GMT -8
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Post by Trogdor on May 6, 2017 16:05:44 GMT -8
Most surprising to Trogdor was the warm feeling of affection that spread within as the baby dragon emerged from the pile of coins. What had first seemed like an obligation now felt his natural duty. Truly, the hatching of a dragon egg was a most beautiful sight to see. Trogdor felt the anger that so often filled his mind begin to dwindle. Yet the rage was only suppressed under a thin layer of joy. Trogdor had to assure the safety of this hatching; there was work to do. The large red dragon nuzzled the back of the hatchling's head and then began licking the little being clean. He then pushed baby towards it's first meal, " Sone ghergo ir. Si zklaen gethrisj. Si geou return soon mrith throdenilt achthend. Hak yth nishka majak wux vi ominak. Zexenuma tenpiswo halkvri si return." <Exit to Jarkoopi's Liar, then Sugar Hollow>
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Post by Deleted on May 8, 2017 16:46:14 GMT -8
The little hatchling began to squeak and babble as she was cleaned up, her eyes still tightly shut as she rolled over. When she was finally clean she struggled to lift her head and push herself along the ground - more so when she was put next to a large, warm thing. At least her nose worked, allowing her to sniff around. Whatever the thing was she had been pushed near, she had no interest in it. She was hungry! She began to push herself around on her tiny legs, blindly looking for her mother.
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Trogdor
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 220
Physical Description: Red scales on the back with a white stomach. Spiked head and ridge.
Age: 1042
Length: 60ft
Color: Red scales with a lighter stomach.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: claws, fire, and jaws.
Registered: Apr 21, 2015 9:34:10 GMT -8
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Post by Trogdor on May 8, 2017 19:10:02 GMT -8
Unfortunately for the little dragon Trogdor had already left. He intended to be gone for only a few hours and would return with more food. Trogdor trusted that the hatchling's instincts would be strong enough to keep it out of trouble. If the the blood and flesh was not appealing, then perhaps the turnips in the corner would be more to the little ones liking. This situation was far from optimal. There was a chance that the cavern would have other visitors before Trogdor returned. If such were the case, the hatching would hopefully smell the intruders and know to stay hidden.
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Post by Deleted on May 8, 2017 19:23:13 GMT -8
The tiny creature continued to shove herself around weakly on her little legs, still making a myriad of soft sounds to vocalize how she felt - lonely. Scared. Hungry. Meat and blood wasn't anything for her palette, nor the turnips. As a freshly hatched newborn, she was looking for the one thing any baby needed - milk from Mom! But there was no Mom, so she continued to struggle and flop along, still not quite accustomed to her own body yet.
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Trogdor
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 220
Physical Description: Red scales on the back with a white stomach. Spiked head and ridge.
Age: 1042
Length: 60ft
Color: Red scales with a lighter stomach.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: claws, fire, and jaws.
Registered: Apr 21, 2015 9:34:10 GMT -8
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Post by Trogdor on May 8, 2017 19:25:10 GMT -8
(I'm sorry but my species is certainly no mammal. I'm afraid you gunna starve)
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Post by Deleted on May 12, 2017 11:07:42 GMT -8
Wanting to investigate the mountain the priest from Lux mentioned, Kelly continued to climb to the top. She took a break every once in a while to catch her breath but continued her climb up the hill until she arrived at the massive cavern. Lighting a torch, she headed inside, curious as to its contents. The Black One
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2017 5:48:08 GMT -8
The tiny creature was very unfamiliar what with Mama having just left - and with her eyes not even open yet she could only struggle to lift her head and sniff around, quivering from the effort. Poor little thing. Looking for some means of safety, she would begin to push herself around on her soft belly with her nubby paws - prodding her beak at the pile of coins she had managed to pry herself out of. The best she could do was poke her head and shoulders beneath the pile, leaving the back half sticking out.
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2017 7:37:33 GMT -8
Kelly eventually made her way to the dragon hoard. Her eyes went wide with the amount of gold and....turnips? That was unexpected. Although she was more interested in the strange black....thing sticking half way out of the gold pile.
Carefully she worked her way over to it and stared. She squatted down next to it and did the only sensible thing she could think of- poke it with her dagger.
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2017 7:53:57 GMT -8
That tickled! The little behind of the hatchling would jerk, the short tail whipping back and forth a time or two as she squeaked and grumbled - her lame claws trying to push her further up into the pile of coins. Surely she was hidden now? Granted, she still stuck out like a sore thumb...
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Alan Pericoloso
Established
Roleplay posts: 23
Age: Physically early 20's, actually extremely old
Physical Description: Alan is a monster of a man, standing an imposing 198cms tall, he has strong and muscular build.
His muscular body is incredibly pale as if he had never spent a day in the sun. Likewise it is without as much as a scar.
While handsome his appearance is somewhat 'otherworldly', and while the proportions of his face cannot be faulted they fail to have any deviations unlike a typical human face.
His broad jaw is covered in a thick but short beard, neatly kept. His hair and beard are both jet black, his hair being slightly wavy and falling just past his ears.
The most striking feature of his face is his electric blue eyes, the gaze of which can only be described as icy if his mood turns sour.
Over his heart is a silver mark, the shape seems to shift quickly while being looked at, but when caught out of the corner of your eye it appears to be a glyph, maybe a letter or word in some ancient language.
On his back there are two ridges, barely noticeable. These are the only sign of his wings while they are magically sealed/stored. When unsealed his wings are mighty, roughly 210cm each and covered in feathers which are a random assortment of black, white and silver. The exception being a pure gold feather in the middle of each wing.
Clothes and Equipment: Alan only wears a light armor, his jerkin and leggings are mainly supple leather, with some harder bits of leather for reinforcement and to hold the few bits of metal which make up his armor. This odd black metal lines his arms, shoulders, legs and the top of his boots.
The metal on his arms and legs is just a few small strips covering the less protected parts of the legs and arms. It doesn't cross any joints and is there only to give a possibility to either deflect or limit the cutting ability of a blade.
The supple leather is the standard dark brown/black, while the hard leather has an odd red color to it. (Red Kangaroo leather esk)
There are small notches on the back of his jerkin for his wings to come out of.
He carries three weapons.
On his left hip hangs a sword with a slight curve, very similar in style to a nodachi (90cm blade)
On his right is it's brother, styled more similar to a katana (60cm blade.
Both are made of the same black metal as is on his armor, they were forged by Alan himself and during the process of folding the metal had diamond particles (dusted diamond essentially) folded into it. This causes both the blades to sparkle faintly at different angles, it also helps the blades keep their edge.
His last weapon is a massive great-sword (125cm blade), this weapon is highly enchanted and is the only one of his weapons with any magical properties. The enchantments mainly pertain to keeping it in the shape of a sword and the ability to be used as one.
The sword has a hilt of onyx with veins of silver, the handle is wrapped in black leather. From the hilt the veins of silver reach out into the blade up to the very tip, like a thin tree branch. Making up the space between the silver, and forming most of the blade is pure diamond, which is why the blade is so highly enchanted against shattering.
The blade does have one other quality, being that it can be used to hurt things hurt by sunlight, moonlight and silver. The light is dependent on the time of day, but the blade will continue to contain the light for roughly an hour, and can be used to 'inject' the light straight into any cut that connects.(Although not with the same intensity as actual exposure.)
Registered: May 9, 2015 6:20:56 GMT -8
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Post by Alan Pericoloso on May 13, 2017 7:55:01 GMT -8
In a small dark alcove high up the mountain the shadows started moving unnaturally, pushing and pulling before thickening as if the sun had forgotten about this one spot. Suddenly the irregular darkness melted away leaving a man standing where it had been. His imposing figure scanned the area with narrowed eyes, lightly through the wind he could make out the sound of something metallic. Alan stepped out into the air wings unfolding from in his back, the wind instantly ripped him from the mountain until a little magic calmed the flow to gently direct him down towards the source of the sound. Keen eyes and ears worked together to spot the cave, mentally shrugging he landed outside of the cave. It was his first time to the surface in many years, he had no idea where he was, it didn't matter what he found in the cave, it was surely going to be something to relieve his boredom. His feet hit the ground with a dull crunch of snow and he stepped forward into the cave, immediately noticing @banditkelly poking the The Black One. He cleared his throat loudly.
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2017 8:16:20 GMT -8
Kelly looked up and behind her.
"....yes?" She asked, as if waiting for something.
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Alan Pericoloso
Established
Roleplay posts: 23
Age: Physically early 20's, actually extremely old
Physical Description: Alan is a monster of a man, standing an imposing 198cms tall, he has strong and muscular build.
His muscular body is incredibly pale as if he had never spent a day in the sun. Likewise it is without as much as a scar.
While handsome his appearance is somewhat 'otherworldly', and while the proportions of his face cannot be faulted they fail to have any deviations unlike a typical human face.
His broad jaw is covered in a thick but short beard, neatly kept. His hair and beard are both jet black, his hair being slightly wavy and falling just past his ears.
The most striking feature of his face is his electric blue eyes, the gaze of which can only be described as icy if his mood turns sour.
Over his heart is a silver mark, the shape seems to shift quickly while being looked at, but when caught out of the corner of your eye it appears to be a glyph, maybe a letter or word in some ancient language.
On his back there are two ridges, barely noticeable. These are the only sign of his wings while they are magically sealed/stored. When unsealed his wings are mighty, roughly 210cm each and covered in feathers which are a random assortment of black, white and silver. The exception being a pure gold feather in the middle of each wing.
Clothes and Equipment: Alan only wears a light armor, his jerkin and leggings are mainly supple leather, with some harder bits of leather for reinforcement and to hold the few bits of metal which make up his armor. This odd black metal lines his arms, shoulders, legs and the top of his boots.
The metal on his arms and legs is just a few small strips covering the less protected parts of the legs and arms. It doesn't cross any joints and is there only to give a possibility to either deflect or limit the cutting ability of a blade.
The supple leather is the standard dark brown/black, while the hard leather has an odd red color to it. (Red Kangaroo leather esk)
There are small notches on the back of his jerkin for his wings to come out of.
He carries three weapons.
On his left hip hangs a sword with a slight curve, very similar in style to a nodachi (90cm blade)
On his right is it's brother, styled more similar to a katana (60cm blade.
Both are made of the same black metal as is on his armor, they were forged by Alan himself and during the process of folding the metal had diamond particles (dusted diamond essentially) folded into it. This causes both the blades to sparkle faintly at different angles, it also helps the blades keep their edge.
His last weapon is a massive great-sword (125cm blade), this weapon is highly enchanted and is the only one of his weapons with any magical properties. The enchantments mainly pertain to keeping it in the shape of a sword and the ability to be used as one.
The sword has a hilt of onyx with veins of silver, the handle is wrapped in black leather. From the hilt the veins of silver reach out into the blade up to the very tip, like a thin tree branch. Making up the space between the silver, and forming most of the blade is pure diamond, which is why the blade is so highly enchanted against shattering.
The blade does have one other quality, being that it can be used to hurt things hurt by sunlight, moonlight and silver. The light is dependent on the time of day, but the blade will continue to contain the light for roughly an hour, and can be used to 'inject' the light straight into any cut that connects.(Although not with the same intensity as actual exposure.)
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Post by Alan Pericoloso on May 13, 2017 8:21:53 GMT -8
Alan spent a moment studying the ginger beauty, it had been quite some time since he'd had the chance to flirt with mortals. Inwardly he sighed, plenty of time for that later, even if redheads and gingers were his favorites to tease. His eyes swept over Kelly one more time and then to the hatchling. "I don't suppose" he started before looking back to Kelly "you could tell me where I am? It's been some time since I've been on this plane. I don't suppose there is a good bar nearby, I'm thirsty enough to drink a river and hungry enough to eat a..." he paused for a moment as his eyes flicked back to the hatchling "dragon".
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2017 8:24:19 GMT -8
Kelly paused for a moment before standing up, leaning to her side.
"You're on Mount Grim, right above this hodunk town called Lux." She explained, "I guess if you want a drink and you look...lighty enough, I guess is the word, you'll be fine. Thing is, how'd you get up here without knowing what this place is?"
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Alan Pericoloso
Established
Roleplay posts: 23
Age: Physically early 20's, actually extremely old
Physical Description: Alan is a monster of a man, standing an imposing 198cms tall, he has strong and muscular build.
His muscular body is incredibly pale as if he had never spent a day in the sun. Likewise it is without as much as a scar.
While handsome his appearance is somewhat 'otherworldly', and while the proportions of his face cannot be faulted they fail to have any deviations unlike a typical human face.
His broad jaw is covered in a thick but short beard, neatly kept. His hair and beard are both jet black, his hair being slightly wavy and falling just past his ears.
The most striking feature of his face is his electric blue eyes, the gaze of which can only be described as icy if his mood turns sour.
Over his heart is a silver mark, the shape seems to shift quickly while being looked at, but when caught out of the corner of your eye it appears to be a glyph, maybe a letter or word in some ancient language.
On his back there are two ridges, barely noticeable. These are the only sign of his wings while they are magically sealed/stored. When unsealed his wings are mighty, roughly 210cm each and covered in feathers which are a random assortment of black, white and silver. The exception being a pure gold feather in the middle of each wing.
Clothes and Equipment: Alan only wears a light armor, his jerkin and leggings are mainly supple leather, with some harder bits of leather for reinforcement and to hold the few bits of metal which make up his armor. This odd black metal lines his arms, shoulders, legs and the top of his boots.
The metal on his arms and legs is just a few small strips covering the less protected parts of the legs and arms. It doesn't cross any joints and is there only to give a possibility to either deflect or limit the cutting ability of a blade.
The supple leather is the standard dark brown/black, while the hard leather has an odd red color to it. (Red Kangaroo leather esk)
There are small notches on the back of his jerkin for his wings to come out of.
He carries three weapons.
On his left hip hangs a sword with a slight curve, very similar in style to a nodachi (90cm blade)
On his right is it's brother, styled more similar to a katana (60cm blade.
Both are made of the same black metal as is on his armor, they were forged by Alan himself and during the process of folding the metal had diamond particles (dusted diamond essentially) folded into it. This causes both the blades to sparkle faintly at different angles, it also helps the blades keep their edge.
His last weapon is a massive great-sword (125cm blade), this weapon is highly enchanted and is the only one of his weapons with any magical properties. The enchantments mainly pertain to keeping it in the shape of a sword and the ability to be used as one.
The sword has a hilt of onyx with veins of silver, the handle is wrapped in black leather. From the hilt the veins of silver reach out into the blade up to the very tip, like a thin tree branch. Making up the space between the silver, and forming most of the blade is pure diamond, which is why the blade is so highly enchanted against shattering.
The blade does have one other quality, being that it can be used to hurt things hurt by sunlight, moonlight and silver. The light is dependent on the time of day, but the blade will continue to contain the light for roughly an hour, and can be used to 'inject' the light straight into any cut that connects.(Although not with the same intensity as actual exposure.)
Registered: May 9, 2015 6:20:56 GMT -8
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Post by Alan Pericoloso on May 13, 2017 8:30:15 GMT -8
Alan really couldn't help himself as his eyes raked over Kelly again, of course the first mortal he met had to be a ginger!
"Ah, well you see about that... I just kind of went with the flow and this is where the shadows brought me"
He shrugged at the end of his sentence, the action causing his wings to flex out to either side, making it very obvious he wasn't human, the silver feathers and the single gold feather in each wing shining even in the low light before he tucked them behind him and they shrank back into his shoulders.
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Trogdor
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 220
Physical Description: Red scales on the back with a white stomach. Spiked head and ridge.
Age: 1042
Length: 60ft
Color: Red scales with a lighter stomach.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: claws, fire, and jaws.
Registered: Apr 21, 2015 9:34:10 GMT -8
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Post by Trogdor on May 13, 2017 8:41:47 GMT -8
When Trogdor saw the black shape at the entrance of his lair, rage filled the beast. He did not release the roar that was building within himself, instead he fell into a silent dive. The dragon would fall from the obscuring mists and crush whatever creature was foolish enough to enter his cave. The furnace within his gut kindled to life.
The trespasser would hear only the wind before Trogdor struck. If the home invader had any sense for magic they might catch a glimmer of Trogdor's aura, but the properties Mt. Grimm's mist would make the dragon all but impossible to locate.
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2017 8:58:44 GMT -8
"Hm...." Kelly said as she heard something huge outside the cave land.
"Speaking of shadows....how good are you at killing dragons?"
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