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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2017 9:03:17 GMT -8
The little hatchling tail goes wiggle wiggle, her little behind still trying to waddle beneath the pile of coins to hide!
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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 9:06:51 GMT -8
Alan being a highly magical being was not only connected to the elements but also had senses sharp enough to have heard the hatchling moving over the gold coins from outside the cave and up the mountain. He heard and felt the wind from the dragon with plenty of time to spare... Relatively speaking. He turned his head to lock eyes with the dragon as Kelly spoke, he walked further into the cave next to Kelly "This could get interesting"
"I'm sure I could kill a dragon or two, maybe even at the same time without. But to do it while protecting you might prove more difficult" as he spoke he started crudely drawing runes in the air, each causes the air to shimmer as if heated, he was combining fire and air into a kind of barrier, between the two elements they should be able to divert a dragons flame, assuming this was a fire dragon, he had made that mistake before and nearly been electrocuted for it. His barrier was going to be very hit or miss, these kind of more complex spells were not his strong suit, that's the type of thing his sister did, but he could try at least.
As the great beast drew closer Alan would shout out to it, the draconic language contorting his throat and face. He hadn't even attempted to use this language in a long time, he was probably very rusty. "fekiikiri altiui isthasy"
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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 19:03:46 GMT -8
Trogdor stopped at the cave entrance. He could not move hastily for fear of jeopardizing the hatchling. The dragon smelt two invaders in his cave as well as a rising mana level. Of course the beast could hear the voices echo out of the cave. Whatever psycho had trespassed here obviously had ill intentions if it would speak of slaying dragons in a dragon's own lair.
Trogdor lowered his head into the cave, keeping the spiked top in between him and the mage. At the smell of fire magic the beast laughed, "Huk huk huk. You insult me! Neither of you came to play. Does the other one wish to give a defense?"
Prowling into the cave, the dragon's bulk filled most of the passage but there was still room for an individual to slip through. Fire burned hotter in Trogdor's chest and the energies began to fuse with his aura. Smoke billowed from the dragon's mouth, filling the cave. A white light began to shine from under his scales. Overdrive would soon kick in.
Trogdor could hear the hatchling and was relieved that it did not sounds distressed. At the same time worry filled the mighty dragon as he noticed that the hatchling had not eaten the dead old lady or the turnips. Trogdor needed to deal with these two trespassers quickly.
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2017 19:20:55 GMT -8
"Don't worry about protecting me...he's already failed to kill me once before." She muttered to Alan. Casually she began to walk up to Trogdor.
"Why bother with a defense for you? You have enough problems on your plate. Those jackasses in the town below are going nuts because they know you're alive. Sure they can't kill you but they're coming for your baby. I came here first to warn you because the people of Lux are either literally insane or as close enough to it that I can use the word 'literally' without hyperbole." She called up to him in Common. Her voice was surprisingly calm for someone talking to a an ancient creature capable of leveling cities with a single breath.
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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 19:37:09 GMT -8
Alan was unimpressed with the situation, if Kelly could take care of herself he felt no need to get too involved. He sat on the pile of gold by the hatchling and lightly scratched it's head, it was odd that the hatchling hadn't eaten any of the food in the cave, it should be able to smell the body at the very least. He wondered if this was one of the the old dragons, a lineage ancient compared to the current one, but he thought they had died out back in his first millennia of life, back when he was still keeping track.
They were a weird beast, a hatchling of their kind would have to drink milk for it's first few meals, but this milk would have to come from other animals as the dragons themselves did not have the capabilities. Although powerful once grown, this weird early hurdle proved to difficult for their species, or so he had thought. Then again, maybe this hatchling was just a fussy eater.
Alan decided to address the dragon Trogdor in common since he hadn't responded in draconic. "Wing brother, you sense of smell should be even greater than my own. This little one, does it's blood smell even more ancient than I? Like a lost bloodline, or are you too young to know that smell?"
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Eli Nightshade
Dedicated
Always up for a quest!
Roleplay posts: 155
Age: 21
Physical Description:
Eli has since grown into the new world and as she understands and uses her magic she matures both physically and mentally, she is of above average height and has long fiery red hair which complements her bright Azul eyes. Her mother had described them as a vessel that had captured a lightning storm at sea, bright, beautiful yet full of danger.
She has a relative petite body in an hourglass shape which is still developing into its form, some would describe her as athletic and elegant in posture and gait.
Eli now has several 'runes' of power marked on her skin.
Clothes and Equipment: ===============================
She doesn't wear the traditional clothes of a witch, mostly because she hates her lineage and instead adopts a more roguish look with almost knee-high brown leather boots, her good luck brown and white striped knee high socks which have since torn and a more practical dress, something a huntress would wear not an upcoming witch. She also wears a two-tier necklace which carries her power-stone, at current one jade and one smoky gray stone sit in their case as she has yet to master warrior magic.
Player's online availability : Everyday! Just Pm me for a writing session :D
Registered: May 1, 2017 16:05:15 GMT -8
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Post by Eli Nightshade on May 13, 2017 19:56:55 GMT -8
Eli rested well during her night in Lux was now making her way up mount grim. She had stared at it all night wondering just what a dragon looked like. She had asked the town folk but people were not in the best of moods. Especially to talk about dragons. She had left Gabriel at the inn and had decided to travel on foot thinking that if there was any chance to speak to one it would be best not to bring a larger supper for one.
Eli pulled on her backpack straps and began singing..
"Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honahlee Little Jackie paper loved that rascal puff And brought him strings and sealing wax and other fancy stuff oh"
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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 20:01:53 GMT -8
Trogdor did not want to deal with these two any longer. Overdrive set in and Trogdor felt all the fires within himself merge with his aura. The strength was sickening when not used, but there was no stopping it now. Light surged from the red beast, bright enough to blind the human if she did not cover her eyes. Trogdor would swipe the human aside as if he were moving a hatchling and advance upon the half-breed. The beast kept his head tucked as he narrowed the distance. His enhanced aura made is movement speed far faster then one would expect from a large beast in a confined area. @banditkelly might be wise to leave while the getting was good. Trogdor had heard her words and would take heed. Speaking to Alan Pericoloso , "You have mocked me long enough. Why should I keep around and uninvited guest?" Trogdor had little intention for letting this trespasser survive.
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2017 20:04:32 GMT -8
Although he wouldn't notice, Kelly nimbly avoided the swipe and simply walked to the side, leaning on the cave wall to watch something unfold between two strangers. Once Trogdor's eyes were firmly on Alan, she began to go through her backpack silently, as if looking 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 20:13:12 GMT -8
Alan's eyes narrowed as he looked up from the little dragon to the big one "Mocked? You are mistaken it is you who mocks me, take a deep breath dragon, smell the power in my blood. Until you attack me I may not harm you, I am bound by my demigod blood. I don't even wish to do so. Allow me to take the girl and leave."
He was surprised by the dragons burst of speed, he certainly moved fast for something his size, but Alan moves fast for someone his size, he had no doubt that either with or without the use of his glyph he'd be faster than the dragon on the ground.
Looking back to Trogdor he spoke softly "Do not make me kill you young one, I do not wish to stain my first time back on this ground in at least a thousand years with your death."
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Eli Nightshade
Dedicated
Always up for a quest!
Roleplay posts: 155
Age: 21
Physical Description:
Eli has since grown into the new world and as she understands and uses her magic she matures both physically and mentally, she is of above average height and has long fiery red hair which complements her bright Azul eyes. Her mother had described them as a vessel that had captured a lightning storm at sea, bright, beautiful yet full of danger.
She has a relative petite body in an hourglass shape which is still developing into its form, some would describe her as athletic and elegant in posture and gait.
Eli now has several 'runes' of power marked on her skin.
Clothes and Equipment: ===============================
She doesn't wear the traditional clothes of a witch, mostly because she hates her lineage and instead adopts a more roguish look with almost knee-high brown leather boots, her good luck brown and white striped knee high socks which have since torn and a more practical dress, something a huntress would wear not an upcoming witch. She also wears a two-tier necklace which carries her power-stone, at current one jade and one smoky gray stone sit in their case as she has yet to master warrior magic.
Player's online availability : Everyday! Just Pm me for a writing session :D
Registered: May 1, 2017 16:05:15 GMT -8
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Post by Eli Nightshade on May 13, 2017 20:40:42 GMT -8
Eli was taking her time to climb the mountain saving her energy for the encounter with the dragons who occupied the lair up near the summit. She was happily climbing and singing to herself when she felt a familiar tug of power.
Kelly, I didn't know you were visiting the town of Lux..
She said in mindspeak. After their adventure where Eli helped her find a fairy friend Eli had claimed Kelly and given her a powerstone. She was against it at first but she trusted Kelly and she needed to claim someone before she imploded, the experience was certainly something she enjoyed and hated at the same time.
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2017 20:43:20 GMT -8
As Kelly worked through her backpack, she paused for a moment as Eli was talking in her mind.
Oh hey! Yeah, I just wandered through to find a fairy and ended up causing mass panic in a cult. Now I'm in a dragon's cave as he's about to kill...I don't know, an angel? Whatcha up to? Kelly said back, sounding somewhat upbeat for the dire situation.
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Eli Nightshade
Dedicated
Always up for a quest!
Roleplay posts: 155
Age: 21
Physical Description:
Eli has since grown into the new world and as she understands and uses her magic she matures both physically and mentally, she is of above average height and has long fiery red hair which complements her bright Azul eyes. Her mother had described them as a vessel that had captured a lightning storm at sea, bright, beautiful yet full of danger.
She has a relative petite body in an hourglass shape which is still developing into its form, some would describe her as athletic and elegant in posture and gait.
Eli now has several 'runes' of power marked on her skin.
Clothes and Equipment: ===============================
She doesn't wear the traditional clothes of a witch, mostly because she hates her lineage and instead adopts a more roguish look with almost knee-high brown leather boots, her good luck brown and white striped knee high socks which have since torn and a more practical dress, something a huntress would wear not an upcoming witch. She also wears a two-tier necklace which carries her power-stone, at current one jade and one smoky gray stone sit in their case as she has yet to master warrior magic.
Player's online availability : Everyday! Just Pm me for a writing session :D
Registered: May 1, 2017 16:05:15 GMT -8
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Post by Eli Nightshade on May 13, 2017 20:49:01 GMT -8
Eli stopped confused at the situation, maybe that was why the town folk in Lux were so not willing to speak to her. She stopped and threw off her pack rummaging through it for some salt water, she already knew she needed it.
Kelly, firstly how did you find yourself in a dragon's lair looking for a fairy secondly what is an angel?
She put on her pack, stood up and sighed. She looked to the sun and took in some energy before starting off in a jog up the mountainside. 'Start a fire, im coming. Eli had previously explained to kelly how a fire was her best source of energy and insisted she took some sort of ignition with her, she also asked her to take salt with her so Eli could regain herself if she burnt herself out using to much power.
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2017 20:52:39 GMT -8
Don't need to, this guy's that fire-breathing jackass who killed my family. After he's done with this other guy there will be plenty of bonfires.
She chuckled to herself as she pulled out a couple of potions- one labeled Chili and the other labeled Titan. She drank the first potion as she leaned against the wall.
So, like, imagine a dude. Now imagine him with swan wings? Angel. Super strong guy, can probably take on the dragon himself. I sorta ended up here while looking for the source of the crazy in Lux.
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Eli Nightshade
Dedicated
Always up for a quest!
Roleplay posts: 155
Age: 21
Physical Description:
Eli has since grown into the new world and as she understands and uses her magic she matures both physically and mentally, she is of above average height and has long fiery red hair which complements her bright Azul eyes. Her mother had described them as a vessel that had captured a lightning storm at sea, bright, beautiful yet full of danger.
She has a relative petite body in an hourglass shape which is still developing into its form, some would describe her as athletic and elegant in posture and gait.
Eli now has several 'runes' of power marked on her skin.
Clothes and Equipment: ===============================
She doesn't wear the traditional clothes of a witch, mostly because she hates her lineage and instead adopts a more roguish look with almost knee-high brown leather boots, her good luck brown and white striped knee high socks which have since torn and a more practical dress, something a huntress would wear not an upcoming witch. She also wears a two-tier necklace which carries her power-stone, at current one jade and one smoky gray stone sit in their case as she has yet to master warrior magic.
Player's online availability : Everyday! Just Pm me for a writing session :D
Registered: May 1, 2017 16:05:15 GMT -8
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Post by Eli Nightshade on May 13, 2017 20:56:44 GMT -8
Eli shook her head in frustration. Kelly, please start a fire because I want to source you some power just in case the swan man doesn't subdue the dragon, also if he kills the dragon he's going to meet one very upset witch.
She cut the link, drew more power from the sun and ran faster up the side of the mountain. The wind whipped about her hair and she could feel a witch wind following up behind her, she hated people killing animals especially ancient ones.
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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 20:59:05 GMT -8
Alan's eyes narrowed as he looked up from the little dragon to the big one "Mocked? You are mistaken it is you who mocks me, take a deep breath dragon, smell the power in my blood. Until you attack me I may not harm you, I am bound by my demigod blood. I don't even wish to do so. Allow me to take the girl and leave." He was surprised by the dragons burst of speed, he certainly moved fast for something his size, but Alan moves fast for someone his size, he had no doubt that either with or without the use of his glyph he'd be faster than the dragon on the ground. Looking back to Trogdor he spoke softly "Do not make me kill you young one, I do not wish to stain my first time back on this ground in at least a thousand years with your death." Demigod the foe may be, but the trespasser had not cast any spells or made any move to defend himself. He had not even moved to grab his sword. The old fool had not even made to draw his sword, clearly he was not ready to fight. Trogdor had already closed the gap and was brimming with power. The beast exploded forward with all his enhanced speed and lashed out with coiled neck to snap Alan in his razor teeth.
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2017 20:59:47 GMT -8
She rolled her eyes.
"Yes mom" She grumbled as she headed outside the cave. From there she piled some sticks at the front of the cave and set it ablaze for Eli to see.
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Eli Nightshade
Dedicated
Always up for a quest!
Roleplay posts: 155
Age: 21
Physical Description:
Eli has since grown into the new world and as she understands and uses her magic she matures both physically and mentally, she is of above average height and has long fiery red hair which complements her bright Azul eyes. Her mother had described them as a vessel that had captured a lightning storm at sea, bright, beautiful yet full of danger.
She has a relative petite body in an hourglass shape which is still developing into its form, some would describe her as athletic and elegant in posture and gait.
Eli now has several 'runes' of power marked on her skin.
Clothes and Equipment: ===============================
She doesn't wear the traditional clothes of a witch, mostly because she hates her lineage and instead adopts a more roguish look with almost knee-high brown leather boots, her good luck brown and white striped knee high socks which have since torn and a more practical dress, something a huntress would wear not an upcoming witch. She also wears a two-tier necklace which carries her power-stone, at current one jade and one smoky gray stone sit in their case as she has yet to master warrior magic.
Player's online availability : Everyday! Just Pm me for a writing session :D
Registered: May 1, 2017 16:05:15 GMT -8
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Post by Eli Nightshade on May 13, 2017 21:03:46 GMT -8
Eli heard a large crash as something large moved at an incredible speed, she could sense the fire and Kelly before she could see them. She sprinted a little faster finally reaching the mouth of the lair and saw the largest most beautiful dragon she had ever seen. "Wow, it's amazing," She said looking starry eyed at the winged creature. She soon turned to kelly and smiled.
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2017 21:06:40 GMT -8
Kelly looked at her with a raised eyebrow.
"It's a lizard with a gland disorder and wings. He's a literal monster." She said as she kept one eye on Trogdor as he attacked Alan.
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Eli Nightshade
Dedicated
Always up for a quest!
Roleplay posts: 155
Age: 21
Physical Description:
Eli has since grown into the new world and as she understands and uses her magic she matures both physically and mentally, she is of above average height and has long fiery red hair which complements her bright Azul eyes. Her mother had described them as a vessel that had captured a lightning storm at sea, bright, beautiful yet full of danger.
She has a relative petite body in an hourglass shape which is still developing into its form, some would describe her as athletic and elegant in posture and gait.
Eli now has several 'runes' of power marked on her skin.
Clothes and Equipment: ===============================
She doesn't wear the traditional clothes of a witch, mostly because she hates her lineage and instead adopts a more roguish look with almost knee-high brown leather boots, her good luck brown and white striped knee high socks which have since torn and a more practical dress, something a huntress would wear not an upcoming witch. She also wears a two-tier necklace which carries her power-stone, at current one jade and one smoky gray stone sit in their case as she has yet to master warrior magic.
Player's online availability : Everyday! Just Pm me for a writing session :D
Registered: May 1, 2017 16:05:15 GMT -8
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Post by Eli Nightshade on May 13, 2017 21:17:55 GMT -8
"KELLY!" She said in an appreciative tone. She held her hand into the fire and allowed herself to draw on its power she watched the fight unfold with stormy electrical eyes as if a thunderstorm was brewing within them. She knew she wouldn't let either of them kill each other especially not the angel kill the dragon. She wanted to make friends with the dragon but any suffering on any level upset her, especially since the incident at the Crowley house.
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Registered: May 20, 2024 13:00:03 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2017 21:19:27 GMT -8
Kelly stepped back a bit.
"Whoa...hey, whatever you're going to do, I say hold off until one of them dies. I want to see where this goes, and I want that baby dragon in the back. Imagine if I could raise one of those...."
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