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 21:23:09 GMT -8
Eli cocked her head at Kelly "You're not seriously considering stealing a dragon Kelly, I mean" She pointed up at the fight which was raging between the two forces. "I could stand that fire but you? I don't think you'd do well in a shower of flame, then again" Her eyes drifted towards the small baby dragon and Eli could see why her friend wanted it so much, "It's super cute, maybe the dragon will give it to us?" She said naively, her hand twirling in the flames like a hand in flowing water.
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2017 21:28:36 GMT -8
Kelly held up the empty bottle with the words "Chili" on it and wiggled it a bit to show its emptyness.
"This isn't my first time dealing with some fire-breather. I got stuff to counter him. Besides, the only way I'm getting anything from that cave is if that red bastard is dead. Dragons aren't like you and me, they're selfish and arrogant. He literally pushed me aside because I wasn't important enough to talk to. The sooner they kill each other the better. No way he'd be willing to talk to any of us and he sure as hell isn't going to hand over his child."
As she watched with her arms crossed she spoke up a few minutes later.
"...five gold on the angel."
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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 21:49:29 GMT -8
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. The dragon made a big mistake in forgetting that Alan had indeed cast a spell. From before the dragon had even landed he'd been putting mana into some runes for fire and air. Now Alan wasn't exactly a mage, he was a warrior, so a proper ward to just shuck the dragons fire was beyond him, but he could still use the elements in more basic ways. Fire and air, the fire builds energy and the air provides a medium. Alan's plan had been to blow the fire back onto the dragon, but the dragon hadn't thrown fire, it had thrown itself. Alan clicked his fingers and the runes erupted in a monstrous gale pushing towards the opening of the cave, he had been building the energy since before the dragon landed and it was now a mighty force. 1. If the great beast managed to hunker down and hold on Alan would spread his wings and slip into the wind while drawing the blade on his left. He'd attempt to use the incredibly fast winds to fly right over the top of the dragon, his sword between his body and the dragon, providing a sharp edge to dissuade the beast form making an attempt to catch him as he flew past. 2. If the force of the gale instead managed to blow the beast out of the cave entirely, Alan would walk forward to the opening of the cave so he could not be trapped inside again. Either way he'd break the stream of mana to the gale and start packing it into the air around him, giving him increasing control over the element over time.
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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 14, 2017 0:43:11 GMT -8
It was Alan who had made the mistake... Perhaps the being had slept for too long and forgotten the subtleties of battle. Though he had craft the rune, the ancient daemon had not continually fed it with mana as the he spoke of his own power and virtue. The dragon would have noticed such a continue build up of mana. As a result the rune's air compression blast would likely be weaker then expected. Trogdor was angered by the invasion of his lair, infuriated when the daemon spoke of killing dragons, and finally driven to kill when the culprit tried to casually ignore the intrusion and remain uninvited. Heeded by his overdrive ability, Trogdor powered through the wind, covering the short distance in very little time. As Alan Pericoloso attempted to unfold his wings and draw his sword Trogdor's jaws would likely be upon him. Should the daemon have jumped into the wind he would have only flown into Trogdor's gaping maw. If Trogdor succeed in sinking his teeth into the halfling he would stop his bite from completely crushing the old creatures bones. Still he would shake his head vigorously to disorient and further maim the daemon. The dragon would whirl to the entrance and charge out. At the mouth of the cave he would give his head a final powerful jerk and send the body flying off the precipice of the mountain. If the demigod had not been crushed to death he might die from the fall or blood loss. Chances are another would come to his rescue. Certain words had stopped Trogdor from killing the daemon, " Until you attack me I may not harm you, I am bound by my demigod blood." The ancient being might be brash but it had been genuine. If anything, the bond might mean that Alan would not even be able to seek revenge. Trogdor bellowed, "Never trespass on mine or another dragon's territory again. You will not be so lucky next time!" Finally the red dragon let out a terrible roar. The cry was that of a true monster's in a terrible rage. Anyony would be foolish not to run. Visiting hours were over.
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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 14, 2017 1:30:18 GMT -8
Ah the poor beast, it's eyes might be big, but it's brain didn't appear to be that fast. As if by some bullshit intervention Alan's carefully crafted gale spell hadn't worked. But at the very least that's what he gets for not being a proper mage. As soon as he'd activated the gale he had started gathering strength in the element of the air. He had only just gathered the power so it wasn't strong enough to use against the dragon, but it was more than strong enough for this.
As the beast bull-rushed him he used his connection to the air to pull the dead old lady from where she was laying, he dove out of the way of the bite while the old ladies body fell into the creatures jaws, it didn't appear to notice, must be the bloodrage Alan thought to himself as he watched the creature fail to notice that it wasn't the demigod ((Very different thing from a halfling btw)) he had sent flying.
Alan used the beast as a distraction to step into the shadows unnoticed, they would begin to curl around him, thickening, and when he wasn't seen before the shadows engulfed him he'd shadow step away, back up to where he had originally entered the mountain, he wasn't quite finished messing with this dragon 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 14, 2017 8:00:37 GMT -8
Alan Pericoloso seemed not to be able to choose how to react to Trogdor's attack. It seemed that instead of flying, or unsheathing his sword, the daemon was trying to cast a spell instead. Alan was probably right thinking that the telekinesis spell he was casting was not strong enough to save him. Any evasive action the home invader had tried to take had probably come too late. In all likely hood it would be Alan who would be thrown from the cave. But should the daemon somehow switch placed with the old lady and fade into the shadows, the beast would notice. The act had happened right in front of the dragon, and the taste of coagulated blood and frail bones was a give away. If Alan was really capable of escaping Trogdor's jaws he would find himself trapped deaper in the cave. Trogdor would ignite the flames in this chest as he continued his charge. Should this be the case, Alan would not be so lucky as before.
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Post by Deleted on May 14, 2017 8:08:45 GMT -8
"Hm..." Kelly's smug look faded a little as she sat next to Eli Nightshade"How much of a power boost was there when you claimed me again?" She asked, keeping her eyes on the fight.
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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 14, 2017 8:52:07 GMT -8
Eli watched as the fight didn't go Alan's way... at least from what she could gather. The dragon was ancient and full of experience but seemed to be handling the angelic being easily which made Eli hesitate, then again she had summoned warrior magic before and created a whole evil being.
She turned to Kelly "As long as I have a fire I can fuel you as much as you need, just dont get stomped on or eaten. I don't think I can give you enough juice to resist that but His fire will actually power me and essentially you too, so like supernaturally strong? but first I think we need to save the swan guy. " she pointed up at o him.
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Post by Deleted on May 14, 2017 12:09:17 GMT -8
"Nah...he can handle himself." Kelly replied as she pulled out another potion to drink. It was also labeled "Chili".
"Whatever happens, just follow my lead, alright?"
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Post by Deleted on May 14, 2017 12:17:24 GMT -8
The little behind of the baby would mostly vanish beneath the coins after a bit more squirming, only the little tail remaining out and it would curl up along the hill of gold - soft, worried little mutterings being the only sound from the spot.
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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 14, 2017 12:18:21 GMT -8
Eli nodded grimly, she hated hurting anyone and she hated seeing Kelly in such a way. She was out for blood and no one or no thing was going to hurt her claimed. She sighed and stepped back into the fire pulling in its energy and smiled. A witch wind ran up along the side of the mountain and Eli screamed as the burning sensation overwhelmed her until the crucible inside her transmuted the power and the witch wind raised her a few feet above the fire it's orange and red tendrils licking up her legs. Her hair haloed around her head and her eyes were a piercing bright white like A bolt of lightening, in the distance thunderclaps could be heard.
I hope you know what you're doing Kelly.
She said speaking to her in mindspeak before sending Kelly the gift. At first Eli had to stop herself from completely possessing Kelly and taking over her body like a puppet, eli then felt all of her emotions which only spurred Her on. She had never given the gift to anyone before but it was euphoric, Eli was Kelly she could feel, hear, see, smell and taste everything Kelly could.
Eli had been drawing power and charging herself since she first started up the mountain side, drawing from the sun, the salty water she had drunk and then on the fire Kelly had made for her, she could even feel the fire burning within the dragon.
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Post by Deleted on May 14, 2017 14:50:05 GMT -8
If I knew what I was doing I wouldn't be here. She replied in her mind. Kelly had no way of knowing how the outcome of this battle would go. Between the roars of the dragon and violent winds of the half-angel she was in the dark on the situation other than "I'm not dead yet". Plans rolled through her mind like tumbleweeds in a desert wind, lodging every once in a while for her to deduce whether or not they were the best course of action. Should she stay and fight? Should she sneak pass the dragon and steal his things? Should she trick him into killing himself? Each one was met with criticism from her other parts of the mind, carefully planning out her next moves. Eli would hear and feel all of that. Instead of pure anger and hatred, Eli would feel something else- determination. Kelly didn't seem to care who this dragon was (Eli could immediately recognize Trogdor from her visions as the monster that burninated her countryside home and family) and didn't seem to feel fear. It was more...anticipation. She seemed more interested in whatever were to happen after either Alan or the dragon fell in battle than with the actual outcome of the battle itself. Every few seconds she would pull a potion from her backpack and take a swig. The potions all had unusual labels on them- Chili, Gecko, Sky, Desert, names that had no bearing on the actual liquid inside to the untrained eye. One particular potion she pulled out was in a completely different bottle- while the others were more like beakers with triangular bottoms, this particular potion was round and fat with a short neck. Its contents were extremely thick and silvery, far more viscous than the other potions for sure. She didn't drink this one. Rather, she kept it in her left hand as her right one was settled on the hilt of her main gauche. Here's hoping I lose that bet. She thought to herself, knowing full well Eli was listening.
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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 14, 2017 18:28:30 GMT -8
((Please stop telling me what my character is doing, he did not hesitate at all. The only reason I mentioned anything your character was doing was observing what you said in your post. Also it was air magic not telekinesis))
Even a demigods patience had it's limits. "Fine, if that is how you want to do it." he said as he stepped out of the shadow, drawing the gleaming great-sword from his back. The shadows fell back against the wall of the cave, but continued to grow thicker as Alan put more mana into them.
"So you have an ability that augments your speed and strength right?" He chuckled and started running, he'd move around the cave before running straight up the wall for a few steps and launching himself at the dragon, the ridiculously gaudy blade glowing, the enchantments made sure the blade would stay together, and as a side effect the diamond edges were sharp enough to effortlessly cleave through stone.
When he was nearly within range of the dragons strikes his wings would flap, causing him to shoot upwards, he'd spin and hit the top of the cave before once again pushing off the rock and catapulting himself down, the gleaming sword aimed at the dragons eye.
It appeared the dragon was overconfident in the speed boost he had gotten, but they had never been on level footing in terms of speed, maybe in the open skies the dragon would be able to keep up with him, but on the ground dragons are known to lose most of their mobility. So even if he was fast and mobile for a dragon that didn't mean he was faster than someone who was fast even by supernatural standards. Just like even if Alan activated his Glyph he wasn't about to try to beat the dragon in a feat of strength, the dragon would obviously be stronger. Sure Alan would have a better chance than most, but it was not a situation he'd like to find himself in.
So that was his strategy, use speed and avoid clashing in such a way it became a test of strength.
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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 14, 2017 19:38:15 GMT -8
Overdrive set in once more, this time Trogdor kept his inner fires burning so that that ability would be continually fed for the duration of the battle. The beast was already moving forward as he kicked his lunge even faster attempting to pounce on the Daemon before he could draw his sword. All this would presumably happen during the precious seconds that the Daemon had chosen to speak. The demigod may have been hidden in shadow, but he had reveled himself before even unsheathing his weapon. Vanity and pride must have clouded the demigod's judgement if it though it could ask questions and laugh in the middle of battle. Alan Pericoloso might be naturally faster then Trogdor, but he had not moved soon enough. Assuming Alan had nothing left up his sleeves Trogdor would smash his talon into the demigod's chest and pin him to the floor. The enhanced blow alone would likely kill the daemon. If not Trogdor would rip his head of with his teeth. If Alan had any intention of casting a spell or using his shadows, he should have done so immediately. Trogdor had the invader in his grasp long ago.
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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 14, 2017 21:19:33 GMT -8
Eli's skin began to crackle with electricity as the power that she had charged earlier begged to be released but instead, she held it in for protection. Anything that would come near her would sense the power and if it got close enough would be zapped harmfully. The smell of burning Ozone would penetrate anyone's nostrils and as if on cue a large clap of thunder erupted overhead. Her eyes were stormy and full of sadness. "STOP!" Eli shouted raising her hand the witch wind now fully enveloping her, the thunderstorm grew closer and surely now the dragon would sense her magical Aura. If he did then he wouldn't sense one that was malicious and meant harm but instead young, nurturing and confused which was a contrast to how she appeared with the fire now larger than before as it wrapped its tendrils around her waist still powering her and the witch wind blowing hair skyward. Kelly, PLEASE save him, I don't want to see someone die, not again!
She said sending her the urgent request straight into kelly's thoughts along with the images of Crowley slumped against the wall with blood pooling around him, she had nightmares most nights about that experience in the woods and how she had created an evil being one who was connected to her by blood. As she grew in power Eli began sobbing, the flames always hurt but the thought of seeing anyone die in front of her again spurred her on, Eli's three stones were shining bright with mage light illuminating the lair and she could see clearly anything coming at her. Between her and the dragon, however, was Kelly and of course the poor winged man. Eli was a mix of emotions and thought's she even wanted to reach out and touch Trogdor , calm him and tell him that they were sorry for trespassing like she could with most animals through the power of her stones by showing them simple emotions and images but he was complicated and ancient. She also couldn't help the thought of wanting to ask why he had done what he had to her friend's family, She knew that not all beings were totally evil just as she knew not all beings were totally good. Instead, she did the only thing she could at the time and that was to stop his current ability, she felt herself loose a lot of power doing so but still had a couple of charges left after gifting Kelly, creating the electricity and now stopping the poor dragons attack with just a push of her will, if it worked the dragons current resolve to crush his foe would be temporarily stopped allowing his victim time to escape or time for Kelly to help him, unfortunately, it would also give them both the time to strike back instead of run and Eli didn't want that to happen. She was glad that the fire beneath her was still burning and it would recharge her soon, any other force or source of power would also help her power in different ways but it would have to be soon because despite her ability to last in a fire she could feel the bottom of her feet begin to burn. And witches were meant to burn.
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Roleplay posts: 0
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Post by Deleted on May 14, 2017 21:55:48 GMT -8
Kelly gritted her teeth as the images of the Crowley manner flashed through her head. Eli...From there her own images took over. It started off simple- her fighting a guardsman as a massive black dragon slammed down in front of her and devoured the man whole. Eli, you don't get-Another memory, this one from a much younger girl as a massive red dragon swooped down unleashing a wave of orange hell over a small village. Fucking witch, they're just a bunch of stu-Ashes rose into the air, coupling with the crackling of fire and the roar of an apathetic creature...no, a natural disaster with wings. People screaming, thatched roofs of buildings falling into themselves. He can handle himself! He's a fucking angel!Kelly closed her eyes and clenched down on her dagger as her vision flashed to the chef she impaled. The poor man, doing his job standing guard, his blood spouting from his neck like a broken fountain with too much pressure. Her wiping the blade off on his shirt casually after. you can't expect me to stick my neck out against a friggen dragon? He killed my-An image of Annabelle "Bella" Khorudan flashed into her mind, back from the festival. Kelly had just confessed her love for her, pulling the curvy dwarf in for a powerful kiss. I mean, it's not like she's...The same smiling dwarf was quickly replaced by a stone golem of sorts- a ceramic statue of a beautiful woman looking down to Kelly with a chiseled (literally) smile. Eli, I'll die if I go in there!"Gods dammit, you stupid witch, stop!" She screamed out loud. Her voice was drowned out by the crackling of the humanoid thunderstorm Eli had become. Even without her, Alan and Trogdor were too preoccupied to hear or care. She fell to the ground. GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HEAD!The images of her loved ones flashed before her eyes along with flashes of her encounters with dragons. They flashed together so quickly main people in each vision was being replaced- Bella being devoured by a black dragon, Lyla being set on fire by a red one. Eli's own vision has her in a crumbled mess with Kelly's knife in her throat. Eventually Kelly let out a yell. "ALRIGHT ALREADY!" She screamed at Eli, standing back up. "I'll save the damn swan man...." Grabbing the cork on the rounded potion with her teeth, she ripped it loose and spat it off the side of the mountain. "This fucking red-tinted gecko doesn't know who I am or what he's done." She applied the silver liquid to the dagger, a thick paste that coagulated and congealed around main gauche's blade. "Thirteen years ago he decided to roast everyone I ever cared about and turn me into an orphan. I tried not to let it get to me, but this is probably the only time I'll ever see him again so, fuck it, I'll angst it up this one time." The silver liquid started to fall to the ground at first but then something unusual happened. Rather than drip down like a normal substance, it reformed itself on the blade, pushing further out to the front and extending the dagger's reach. "It makes sense too. I mean, to me the day he graced my village was the most important day of my life. But for him, it was Tuesday." After emptying the contents of the potion she dropped it to the ground where it fell with a hollow clanking sound. The ooze formed a more solid, longer forte on the dagger, turning it from a main gauche to a longsword. It's gleam sparkled with flickers of reflected light from Eli's thunderstorm. "Eli, I'm about to do something very suicidal because you asked me to, but if....when I die, I die knowing I fought a dragon. See, while he's fighting tooth and nail to protect his home and family...." She held the sword up with one hand, its thicker blade perfectly balanced so that she could keep her fencing stance and suffer no penalties. "I'm in the market for a new pair of dragonskin boots." Suddenly something unexpected would happen. Something that Kelly herself had not experienced yet but could understand how to utilize. She burst forward with impossible speed. Impossible for a human, at least. To a dragon it would be startling only because no inferior creature could possible match it in velocity. And yet, this woman pushed off the cave entrance's stone floor with enough force to propel her forward so quickly her image flickered and the stone cracked. During the battle with Alan, Trogdor would only get an instant to notice what felt like a missile flying towards his lower back, just above his tail directly in the middle. If he was uninterested enough (after all, a human couldn't possibly threaten him), he would feel like he was hit with a ballista as long and as thick as his own neck point blank.
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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 15, 2017 3:20:05 GMT -8
Talk shit, get hit. Or in this case bit... It was a lesson that Alan normally danced around, but his attempt to shadow away had backed him into a bit of a corner. Lucky for him he wasn't the only one not taking things seriously. The diamond blade by way of it's enchantments was strong enough, and Alan himself just barely fast enough.
So as the claw came down Alan threw himself to the side, catching the blow with the side of his sword, one hand on the flat of the blade near the tip and the other at the hilt. Naturally this didn't go down particularly well as he'd thrown himself into the air to try and get out, and then caught a swipe from a dragon on magic roids.
Pain flourished as his wings were pressed into the rocks of the cave wall, and then into his back, the bones groaned until the odd angles of the rocks in the cave became too much and the bone in his left wing snapped with a sound like thunder, at least in his own ears, although it may very well have been audible. His leather armor had small tears in a few places but overall his skin was okay. His Warriors training had him back on his feet as soon as he stopped moving, distancing himself from the dragon, but being careful not to back himself into a wall again. He stopped for a second taking a deep breath and then spitting out a wad of blood which was gurgling in his lungs. The force of the hit had done some internal damage, but unlike the wing it was already healing, stemming blood loss. He had to force his body to not attempt to heal the wing, it needed proper treatment to heal in a usable way. Grimacing with pain but keeping his eyes on the dragon he folded his wings back into their seal.
Without his wings he didn't think he could escape from the dragon in the open, so instead he secured his hold on the shadows, they were now thickening very noticeably, soon they would be useful to him.
That is when Alan noticed something very, very odd. The young women he had been attempting to save charged the dragon with impressive speed. He'd been planning to play it safe while building up power, but it appears she had other ideas. Spitting more blood he'd charge back in, only slightly slower for the damage he'd taken, he was a warrior after all, pain was a well known companion. He'd attempt to wait for the dragon to react to Kelly, and if it opened it's maw he'd attempt to stick his great sword in up through the spongy flesh. If it didn't attempt to eat the women or something else which caused it to open up, he'd instead attempt to use the distraction to get a shot into one of the beasts eyes. Although his main priority was not getting himself caught out again.
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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 15, 2017 8:51:21 GMT -8
The palm of Trogdor's palm would be sliced open by Alan Pericoloso's sword, but it seems his talons had hit home. Trogdor had brought his attack straight down into the floor. Any hit that caught Alan in the air would send him smashing into the floor, not flying away. As stated previously if the strike failed to kill the daemon, Trogdor would attempt to finish the thing off with a snap of his teeth. The demigod would likely be dazed, confused, and still a little sleepy as it got to it's feet and spat blood. With Togdor's proximity and enhanced speed he needed far less then a second for his bite to hit home. Like it or not Alan would likely find no way out of this final strike. With his intensity set on the daemon, the beast had failed to notice the attack from behind. The burnt smell of a huge amount of mana was the only warning before a stab of pain seared through the dragon's lower back. All feeling of Trogdor's legs and tail disappeared as his lower spine was severed. At the same time some foreign power entered Trogdor's mind and suppressed his Overdrive ability. The mental invasion was too much like bonding and Trogdor screamed in pain as a flood of suppressed memories flooded his mind. A black robed figure, ghostly hand raised, a piercing lance of energy, pain and rage bubbled in the roiling mess of hot nerve endings. Out of the chaos steps dark figure with icy blue eyes and silver hair. Ghostly chains that existed only in Trogdor's mind spread from the dark figures palm and sought to wrap themselves around Eli Nightshade keeping her trapped within Trogdor's broken mind.Trogdor fell forward in the back of his lair, passed out from the physical and mental pain.
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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 15, 2017 18:43:54 GMT -8
Eli let out a blood-curdling scream and just as quick as the witch wind arrived it cut off, dropping her into the dying embers of what used to be a burning fire, the thunderstorm evaporated and the lair fell silent, she was burnt up to the waist and tears had stained her cheek's, Eli's hair was a complete mess. In her mind, however, it was far from silent, she was standing on a grey ashen floor in the middle of a forest and instantly she remembered it as being the burnt remains of Crowley's inn. Eli felt a tug in the back of her mind and she could feel the ever evil presence she had created and bonded with jerked in a defensive manner and began growing closer, and rapidly. Eli however could feel something /someone else in her mind, another foreign presence. She turned locking eyes with a figure clad in black robes and staring at her with hungry blue eyes - icy cold unlike her's bright white and stormy eyes which represented lightening and her red hair contrasting with its silver locks. From its hands, black tendrils licked the way through the air towards her. In this world, in her mind, Eli owned what happened, time passed differently here according to how she wanted to and it was she who controlled this environment, not even her evil sister could take her on here. The scene flicked to a grassy sun-bathed meadow, the sound of birds in the air, insects buzzed around them and the crackle of an impressive witches Pyre behind her. Power, behind her. You dare come into my mind? Eli growled, it sounded as if two people were speaking realising it wasn't just her voice but her sister's as well, though she wasn't there physically but mentally. Eli and she were connected and this time Eli allowed her in and through her mental barriers but only temporarily. She felt herself grow a little colder, her hair a little less red but her eyes flashed like lightning bolts even more furiously. She could feel the pain her physical body was in but right now in her mind she was being attacked and not even her claimed, Kelly or the swan man could help her here. Not that she needed it, her mind was hers and hers alone. Blue static charged up her arms and down her legs, she created chains of bright azul to counter the dark beings own black ones and stood firm ready to react to any move, she could also feel a third presence in her mind and she soon realised it was Trogdor , all these years this evil being had its tendrils wrapped into his mind and Eli knew that moment she would expel this evil just like she had the last one who tried to threaten her and others she cared about, despite helping Kelly attack the dragon she cared for all living things. She called out to him, knowing it was a big leap of faith for both of them but to completely expel it from each other's mind she would need his help otherwise it would just retreat back into the dragon's mind. All this happening inside her head a fraction of time passed in the real world and Eli didn't take her eyes of the being and his chains. Her stones grew bright and hot against her chest and her own chains flicked around like rabid dogs on a leash begging to be released and soon they would, for Eli would not loose in her own mind.
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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 15, 2017 19:48:29 GMT -8
"HA!" Laughed the figure clad in shadow. " You are the one has entered the mind of the beast. This is my domain. In order to save that angel you entered Trogdor's psyche and robbed him of his powers. But you have failed. The angel is dead and the dragon is dying. Now you are trapped here by me." The man stepped out of the shadows and raised his hands. The images projected by Eli's mind burst into a golden flames. Molten chains snaked out of the ground and wrapped themselves around Eli's legs immobilizing her so that she could not look away from the evil man who seemed to reside in Trogdor's subconscious. "I am the Pharaoh of the Red Phoenix, Zaltos Kiraxo and Trogdor is MINE! I bonded him on the plains of Isra and no witch will take him away from me. Only I can protect him from mortals such as yourself." The pharaoh held himself and spoke as if he were in total control of the situation, for that is all that the phantom was capable of believing. He smiled with wicked glee, "You are responsible for the death of two immortal ancients today, Eli Nightshade . But now you have the opportunity to save a third. Give me your power so that I may be reborn, or I will suck it from you!" Phantom Zaltos held up an open hand, then clenched it in a fist. The golden chains would begin to throb as they sucked mana from Eli's mind. ~~~~ Nothing that happened within the minds of Trogdor and Eli would be apparent to the outside world. The red witch had found herself in a mental battle with an evil that should have already been exiled from this plain of existence. However, a small piece of Zaltos's power had clung to Trogdor's mind when they dragon and rider connection had been severed. The fallen dragon and whatever remained of the angel were deep within the cave, behind the pile of treasure and turnips. The beast was certainly vulnerable to whatever came next, but who knows what would happen to Eli if the dragon were to die.
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