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.
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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 20:27:26 GMT -8
Eli recoiled at his words and his bitterness but she had to stop herself from laughing as he set ablaze her beautifully sweet meadow, even her evil sister detached herself from her mind for a moment confused as to why Eli was so elated. She could feel as her power was sucked out of her bringing bile to her throat as the thought of ever being connected with someone so evil that it made what she had done to Crowley look like nothing.
But, he had made a grave error by forcing her to give him power. She had now claimed him and Eli was shoved into a memory of his, it wasn't voluntary it never was. Even with Kelly she saw her deepest secrets and now she would see his and she would us it against him.
Eli's own chains faded at her command but only to allow her arms to raise shoulder height, the world around them went silent suddenly and as if someone uncupped their ears, the world exploded. Every golden flame he had created and her pyre leaned towards her as a rush of witch wind barreled into her from every direction, knocking over anyone who would not have been prepared for such a thing. If they were then they would have been dragged along with the chains immobilizing her legs, the golden chains anchoring her to the floor only meant she was inside the fire, she burnt but witches like her were meant to burn, she smiled euphorically. The very world he had created fueled her, and the power she consumed was more than he could take out of her. She wouldn't make the same mistake as she had with her sister and giving her a body this time she would destroy the spirit.
Not only did Eli's eyes flash with lighting her whole body convulsed both here and in the real world as she fueled herself, the landscape became an ever increasing torrent of golden flames as her power caused the fiery tendrils to rise higher above them engulfing the very sun that had been created in their minds locking them in a dome of red and gold flames as if they stood in the center of a star. He may have fed on her power for his own greed but Eli lived for the power, her very existence was to consume everything, she could feel her sister gasp in awe. She had done so much in the months she had escaped, achieved more than any crucible in her clan ever had and all her experiences fueled her courage and wisdom. She felt as the cord that separated the good from the bad snap and Eli knew if she survived this she would never be the same again.
You are correct! The two voices sounded over the raging fire I will be saving an immortal except it will not be you who I will be saving, for you deserve no place in this world or any other.
And with that said instead of just residing in the in-between place between Her's and @thogdor mind she reached out and searched for the remnants of pharos mind, the same mind that had forced her to claim him by taking her power. The darkness of it made it easy and she relished as she set about tearing the very threads which bonded him to this world apart. If he thought he knew the power, tasted her power? He would be wrong for Eli was the truest of all evils and the very embodiment of this such force that she wielded and it was only meant to be given never taken.
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In the lair the unconscious Eli began to convulse and glow a bright white light which seemed to be either dancing beautifully with black tendrils or was locked in a feirce engagement. Anyone gazing upon her would have to squint at the light and could see that something on a different plane of existence was happening, Eli knew nothing that could help her but perhaps either Trogdor, Kelly, Alan or even the little black hatchling knew how to help her.
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Post by Deleted on May 15, 2017 21:11:35 GMT -8
As trogdor's body fell to the ground, Kelly pulled the sword free from his back and climbed up onto his spine. "Huh...that was easier than I thought." She said to herself before looking back to Eli, convulsing in power. Kelly raised an eyebrow before looking to herself. Nothing seemed different. Still the same power boost. Maybe that was just how her powers worked? Kelly had more important things to worry about. The dragon was down, but surely not dead. And even if it was, she wasn't taking chances. Kelly climbed over the massive creature until she was eventually on the other side where Alan Pericoloso lay. He wasn't looking too good. SHe looked back to Trogdor, unconscious still. He wasn't looking good either. "Well, he's about to look a lot worse...." She said as she clamped down on the sword with both hands. Slowly she walked over to Trogdor's unconscious head. Posing herself in front of his spiked neck, Kelly raised the sword to her eye level so that a single thrust would impale the dragon through the upper part of his spine, killing him instantly. "Oh man...I've been waiting 13 years to do this to you...honestly, I figured I'd never get a chance." She said as she steadied herself to plunge the blade into Trogdor. |
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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 22:45:18 GMT -8
The golden flames of Zaltos Kiraxo were his alone to control. The pharaoh threw his head back and laughed maniacally. Eli's mana pulsed through the chains, giving life to the ghost of evil. The laughter became louder as Zalto grew in size. His cloak billowed out with the in coming wind and seemed to become the sky itself. Except, this world of the mind did not conform to any one reality. Eli believed that she could harness the phoenix fire and so it was true. In this world she would gain an unlimited strength by feeding off of Zaltos's blind pride. Only a fragment of Zaltos still existed within this realm so Eli's mind probe would not peer into his complete depth of knowledge. The memory that came was a vile one. The chains would slam tight, the power capable of knocking the breathe out of Trogdor. The chains would tighten, pulling to the ground as if there was mighty wenches pulling down. The chains would cut off the dragons air as they had wound around it's long neck from top to bottom like a hundred anacondas. The chains on legs and feet would tighten, shattering the beast ankles and elbow/knees as it pulled the backwards and down. The tail itself was also bound by the chains like the neck, restricting it's mighty movement. "Deny me again, and you will feel the pain your body is suffering...Without the Phoenix, your days shall be numbered..." Shocked to find the memory drawn out, Zaltos ceased his laughing and struck Eli with his haughty gaze. His flame my be gone but one thing still gave him strength. This image of Zaltos, created by Trogdor's mind and fed by the pharaohs own phoenixian mana, was the darkest of evil to Trogdor. Zaltos began casting a spell in draconian, using the powers that should have belonged to Trogdor, "Ixen di wer embara valignat tenamalo. Cuigna wer sepa di nomeno conros zyak batobot si nomag clax adon." As he spoke golden chain's sprang into existence all around Eli. They sought to break her as they had once broken Trogdor. While attacking Eli's corporeal form, Zaltos tore at her memories in turn. "You are weak!" Screamed the pharaoh,"At night you cry over the death of one pitiful old man. The evil you encountered at the Crowley house pales in comparison to me!" Eli would find it possible to rip free the darkness from Trogdor's mind. The shade spread however and the way out was beginning to shrink. If she did not act fast enough the Pharoah would seek to trap her in Trogdor's dying body and there consume all her power. Such a sacrifice would certainly save Trogdor's life. |
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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 15, 2017 23:06:19 GMT -8
Alan had full well expected to go flying, like sure he had jumped out of the path of the great paw, but if the beast had as much as reacted instinctively to it's enemies movement it could have done a lot of damage. Thinking of that he folded his wings back, if the dragon managed to hit him it would do well not to have his wings out.
Then to his shock the beast collapsed. Alan moved towards the exit, but continued to feed the shadows in the cave, which now engulfed the ceiling in pure darkness, like the night sky without a moon or stars. This beast was overly aggressive, and it had attacked him. He'd use this chance to end it. But two things stopped him, from his new vantage point near the exit of the cave he could see the collapsed witch, and secondly the young bandit on the beasts back, looking to murder it.
"Hey, Ginger, I'd suggest not." He'd call to get her attention "Don't get me wrong, I think this thing dying is in everyone's best interests. But, you might want to wait until your friend is back in her own body. I mean I'm no mage, but from past experiences I'd guess that your friend is currently in the dragons mind, fighting it there. It makes it vulnerable sure, but kill it now and she might not be able to get back" he finished with a shrug, as if to say she could do what she wanted.
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Post by Deleted on May 15, 2017 23:14:15 GMT -8
Kelly stopped her advance the moment she was called "Ginger". She looked over to Alan with a quizzical look.
"...who the hell are YOU? Here I was, looting this lizard's stuff and you show up out of nowhere and mock him! What the hell was that all about?!" She yelled at him angerly. She dropped her sword and sighed.
"Look, don't call me Ginger. Call me Kelly. What was that about the witch's mind being locked in the dragon's? I'm this close to getting the biggest payoff I've had in a long time and to get an entire town under my belt. Are you sure Eli's mind is in his?"
She looked over to Eli convulsing and turned back to Alan.
"Alright, fine, I'll give her five minutes. In the meantime...."
She jammed the sword into the stone floor to hold it upright before walking over to the gold pile. Pulling out a small pouch from her belt, she began to scoop money into it. Strangely enough despite filling it with enough gold to obviously overfill it, the bag didn't swell in size at all.
"Help me loot this guy's stuff."
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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 23:50:47 GMT -8
Among the treasure, which was the very best of what Trogdor had found in Aepessa's hord, the pair would spot two particular weapons of value.  The first was a folding scimitar like blade. Given a secret touch the blades could fold and unfold from the hilt. It was a very handy hidden weapon. It was made out of some ethereal material that seemed impossible to break without magic. There was space to place two gem stones in the weapon. One at the hilt the other at the pommel.  The second weapon was a fine tantō. A master craftsman of old legend had forged and folded the 30cm blade. One rune was wrought on the steel, "Capture". The rune would allow the user to imprison one dark or evil being. The weapons were very valuable should Alan Pericoloso and @banditkelly wish to sell them. |
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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 16, 2017 0:09:14 GMT -8
Alan laughed his usual demeanor quickly returning "Interesting choice of words, rather accurate actually. I'm Alan, and by technicality I'm kind of an heir to hell." his smile was reflected in his eyes as he continued "Firstly, I didn't mean to mock him, I just answered your question was all, secondly." His smile faded "No I'm not sure, that type of magic is not my thing. But I figured you'd prefer me tell you the possibility than you kill the beast and your friend to die."
A shock wave resonated from Alan, white and black lightning fizzled around him like chains before vanishing. Alan was still for a moment before collapsing to his knees and spitting what looked like blood, except it was silver instead of red. "Ahh fuck" he moaned as he regained his feet. "So I stopped fighting the dragon, and now I'm bound again, not only bound by being forced to flee. There is something about this dragon which is important enough to the balance between good and evil that I'm being stopped. I'd be very careful if I was you."
He raised his hand towards the ceiling and released most of the shadow he was holding, the little he didn't release he made flow under the pile of treasure and lifted it so it would pour into Kelly's bag. From the pile the Tantō would be picked out by a shadow and sent flying into Alan's hand, after taking a second to look at it he'd throw it back to Kelly and turn to the exit "If my instinct is right that blade may help you save your friend, sorry I can't do more. If you survive meet me in that town you mentioned. Lux."
With that he started running for the drop off as his wings unfurled from their storage point. With a leap he went into the air and down out of sight.
{Exit Alan}
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Post by Deleted on May 16, 2017 7:18:17 GMT -8
Kelly turned to acknowledge Alan before he flew off then continued with collecting gold into the bag. She didn't put the two weapons into the bag, oddly enough, but did stuff them onto her belt for safe keeping. Eventually she would've gotten to the The Black One hiding in the pile.... |
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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 16, 2017 12:15:02 GMT -8
The golden flames of Zaltos Kiraxo were his alone to control. The pharaoh threw his head back and laughed maniacally. Eli's mana pulsed through the chains, giving life to the ghost of evil. The laughter became louder as Zalto grew in size. His cloak billowed out with the in coming wind and seemed to become the sky itself. Except, this world of the mind did not conform to any one reality. Eli believed that she could harness the phoenix fire and so it was true. In this world she would gain an unlimited strength by feeding off of Zaltos's blind pride. Only a fragment of Zaltos still existed within this realm so Eli's mind probe would not peer into his complete depth of knowledge. The memory that came was a vile one. The chains would slam tight, the power capable of knocking the breathe out of Trogdor. The chains would tighten, pulling to the ground as if there was mighty wenches pulling down. The chains would cut off the dragons air as they had wound around it's long neck from top to bottom like a hundred anacondas. The chains on legs and feet would tighten, shattering the beast ankles and elbow/knees as it pulled the backwards and down. The tail itself was also bound by the chains like the neck, restricting it's mighty movement. "Deny me again, and you will feel the pain your body is suffering...Without the Phoenix, your days shall be numbered..." Shocked to find the memory drawn out, Zaltos ceased his laughing and struck Eli with his haughty gaze. His flame my be gone but one thing still gave him strength. This image of Zaltos, created by Trogdor's mind and fed by the pharaohs own phoenixian mana, was the darkest of evil to Trogdor. Zaltos began casting a spell in draconian, using the powers that should have belonged to Trogdor, "Ixen di wer embara valignat tenamalo. Cuigna wer sepa di nomeno conros zyak batobot si nomag clax adon." As he spoke golden chain's sprang into existence all around Eli. They sought to break her as they had once broken Trogdor. While attacking Eli's corporeal form, Zaltos tore at her memories in turn. "You are weak!" Screamed the pharaoh,"At night you cry over the death of one pitiful old man. The evil you encountered at the Crowley house pales in comparison to me!" Eli would find it possible to rip free the darkness from Trogdor's mind. The shade spread however and the way out was beginning to shrink. If she did not act fast enough the Pharoah would seek to trap her in Trogdor's dying body and there consume all her power. Such a sacrifice would certainly save Trogdor's life.
Eli felt the golden chains wrap around her, neither of them was in full control here and now she had locked onto the unique buzz of his mind she did the only thing she knew would free them both, with all her power she had consumed, all her fear and anger raging she ripped them both throwing them from Trogdor's mind through the void which was his and into hers, the fire followed and Eli screamed. It took all her focus and almost of her power to do it and the pain she felt was life threatening her mind was splintering as they both thought to rip each other apart The two forces were equally matched, one drained power and one created it, it was the perfect balance between good and evil. In her physical form, she could feel herself becoming conscious. Images, words, and smell are flooded her mind. She knew that Alan had left and Kelly was still near, she could sense another magic, a powerful old magic and runic. It sung to her like a chorus of angels, it was her redemption and his ending. She looked at the man opposite her and felt a tinge of guilt for what was about to happen, but he had already died and only a part of him remained. Eli smiled sadly at him ' I am sorry'. Now with them both back in her mind she was able to wake even for a second it would be enough and in one motion she threw open her eyes. Pointed at Kelly "KELLY STAB ME QUICKLY!" Her eyes fell on the magical blade which was in her belt. Eli began to scream in pain as all the mental fighting that had happened burst into Eli's conscious mind she could feel him ripping at her very threads and if Kelly didn't Stab her she would go crazy and turn evil herself. Her stones began pulsing as they thought back against the barrage of attacks, her eyes flashed black, red and white even her hair seemed to be changing in contrast, everything she was, was at risk from this attack and she needed Kelly. |
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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 16, 2017 12:47:23 GMT -8
The phantom screamed as he was ripped from his lair in Trogdor's mind. But he would not be captured by this witch. Taking the power he had drawn through the golden chains, Zaltos detached himself from the mental battle. Eli Nightshade was brave indeed for offering to sacrifice herself on her own terms, but the pharaoh would not stick around for that. Unable to to return to Trogdor's psyche and unwilling to enter Eli's Zaltos had no choice to to materialize in the physical world. Black sludge oozed out from between the fallen dragons scales. It drew together and solidified into a black silhouette: a shade of evil. The black figure stood upon the dargon's dying corpse and whispered to Kelly, "Your friend is blinded and confused by sorrow. Finish what you started..Slay the beast." The shade had very little power and would need to gain more in order to keep itself from fading away to nothingness. While attempting to mislead @banditkelly, the shade sought to possess The Black One. ~~~ Meanwhile, if Eli had any sport of connection left with Trogdor she would sense his life force more clearly now. It was very faint, and dwindling, but Eli would be able to communicate with it now that the shade had been released. |
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Post by Deleted on May 16, 2017 13:06:21 GMT -8
While Kelly was collecting the last pieces of gold into her back, Eli's screams would be heard, causing her to turn around to view the witch. The black figure would speak into her ears, confusing her at first by the chain of events. Everything happened so quickly, what would she do? She was standing before the dragon that had destroyed her village with more than enough weaponry to finish the job. No one in the world would disapprove of it, it's a dragon! They only know killing and selfish gains! She would be doing the world a favor by removing him from existence.
So why can't she? Certainly it wasn't because she thought she was a better person, she murdered someone over how her eggs were prepared. Guilt? No, she'd shank people in their sleep if she could. Pity? Maybe, he did go down quite quickly....no, it was something else. Something she felt a dragon would find more painful:
Humility. The dragon was humiliated in his own cave by three "pitiful humans". That was a fate worse than death. She had an idea.
Taking the evil's bane dagger and her own sword from the ground, she marched over to Eli and impaled her in her shoulder, avoiding any vital organs in the hope of minimizing damage. While the evil-bane dagger was doing its thing, she promptly walked back to her backpack and rummaged through the potions bag for three red liquid-filled bottles- two that said "Life" and one that says "Fixer". She walked over to Trogdor's back and poured the one that said "Fixer" on it into the wound. If Trogdor had any life left in him he would feel in his lower extremities again- the cracked spine and severed nerves began to slowly repair themselves and return them to their previous use. The wound was not fully healed, however, which prompted Kelly to pour one of the other potions onto it. Slowly his scaled hide would begin to bind to itself, repairing the hole her sword made.
"Going to regret doing this in three....two...one..." She muttered to herself as she began to walk to the front of Trogdor, her elongated main gauche in one hand and a potion in the other.
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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 16, 2017 13:28:09 GMT -8
Eli didn't even scream as the blade pierced her skin both in her physical and mental form, she had done enough screaming to last her a life time. She could feel Zaltos running from her and sensed that he had taken some sort of physical mass inside the lair. Good she thought as she lay on the cold floor the adrenaline from the battle residing and her body returning to its normal color. Despite being stabbed by the blade there wasn't much blood it was as if it was mostly designed to attack someone on a spiritual level.
She guessed Zaltos must have thought that he had escaped, but by taking her power he had been claimed by her and just like she could feel Kelly and feel her evil sister despite being thousands of lands away Zaltos was now apart of her and that meant no matter how far her ran no matter who he possessed she and he were bonded. Not by his means of force but by her natural ability to claim and power someone with strength and power which meant as the blade pulsed and hummed in her throbbing shoulder the darkness which she held onto would be sucked into the weapon, Eli wondered if it would destroy him completely or if it would destroy the darkness within him and leave the light and goodness that Eli had fueled him with, creating an angelic like presence which gave instead of took, one that would be in complete harmony with its vessel.
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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 16, 2017 13:47:18 GMT -8
"WHAT! NOOOOOO!" Screamed the shade as it reached for the baby dragon. The shadow lost its humanoid form as it began to writhe and pulsate, all the while shrinking in itself. With a crack the shade vanished from the world, never to return. Zaltos Kiraxo's final influence on the Overworld was destroyed.
Within the capture rune of the tanto was a corrupting mana. The sentience that had given Zaltos form was lost. If used again the capture blade would infect any it wounded with a magical rot. In order for the blade to work as intended again it would have to be cleansed by some very holy magic.
Kelly's potion did indeed begin to heal the wound at the base of Trogdor's spine. But the effort was not enough to save the dragon's life. Trogdor would not bleed to death now, but his will to live had long ago been crushed. When bonding Trogdor, Zaltos had burned away the dragons previous corruption, replacing it with his own. Now no anger or rage remained within the beast. The flame of life was flickering any would soon die.
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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 16, 2017 14:27:58 GMT -8
Eli felt as the blade ejected itself from her body, sending it skittering across the ground steaming as it came to a stop in the middle of the lair a short distance from Trogdor . She looked at Kelly and had seen her heal the dragon instead of finishing him off and smiled at her before not being able to stop herself from passing out again, her body was in a state of repair and she was once again floating in the void between minds. This time without Zaltos she could feel the dragon's mind, small and burning out. She reached out to it carefully sending thoughts, emotions and pleasant images to the dragon she could feel that it was he that was allowing himself to die by simply giving up. Why give up?She asked softly, her hand holding still across the void giving him the choice to accept it. She could feel that Zaltos had left a gaping hole inside the dragon's mind and without it he was willing to let himself cease to be. Eli didn't want that to happen especially when Kelly had so generously put her anger aside and went about healing the dragon physically. She then had a new found respect for the woman and was proud that she was her claimed. |
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Post by Deleted on May 16, 2017 14:47:47 GMT -8
I should've chopped his head off and used its skull as a chair when I had the chance. She thought to herself. Eventually she made her way over to the front of Trogdor. Looking him over, she deduced he was just unconscious, not dead.
"Look at this thing...what's so great about you?" She muttered under her breath, "You can barely fit in your own cave...."
Rolling her eyes she moved over to Trogdor's head, next to his ear holes. She squatted a little to speak into it clearly.
"Hey. Hey, lizard, I know you can hear me." She said in a normal voice. It was casual but firm. "Thirteen years ago you killed my family and burned my village to the ground. Now, I ain't here to avenge them or any of that shit because frankly neither of us care. No, what I'm here to do is to tell you that your little stunt gave me a reason to become who I am today. Which, you know, was alright in its own way. Could've done without making me an orphan, but hey, whatcha gonna do?"
She sat down next to his ear hole, leaning on his skull as she continued to talk and looked up at the cave walls before looking over to Eli's passed out body.
"Now you're probably thinking 'oh god why is the ant talking to me just let me die, angst, angst, angst,' whatever, yeah? Here's the thing- you shouldn't die. Because I know you dragons like to screw us humans over. I mean you burned down a whole forest for...what, because you could, right? Wouldn't be surprised if you ate a few people along the way? So it makes no sense to me why you, this badass flying motherfucker with fire hotter than the center of the planet and skin so hard warriors dream of using it for their platemail, would just give up after one scrawny lesbian dipshit in a dirty red tunic stabs your butt and starts talking your earhole off. No, nonono, I know what would really piss me off. Living. Keep going in your own way so I can live with the knowledge I failed to defeat you. Keep attacking people, keep burninating countrysides, keep destroying things. Keep being you. Because in thirteen years another orphaned kid is going to grow up inspired to live their own life instead of wasting it on some turnip farm."
She looked over to the black hatchling, most likely still flailing harmlessly. This was a turn of events she wasn't prepared for, but Kelly had a feeling Eli would've wanted this instead of her original plan. Maybe humiliating's not the best for everything after all....
"Plus, what about the kid? Even if you can't live with the fact you loss just now, you still got your son...daughter? You still got your kid to raise. They're going to need a strong father figure for sure. Teach him to steal sheep or whatever it is you guys do. He'll grow up into another scourge of mankind, a powerful foe that'll amass his own gold pile from killing thousands of wannabe heroes like me. He'll be just as awesome as his old man."
She sighed and paused for a bit, staying silent for the first time in a while. Eventually she stood up and patted Trogdor on the head.
"Aight, I'm done. I'm leaving you your stuff in front of you. Free bag of Holding too, happy birthday. You don't owe me anything. No life debts for saving your life, no plans to seek you out again to kill you, you don't even need to know my name. But I do want to leave you with one thing- Dying's overrated. I wouldn't give Death that satisfaction, or me for that matter. I'll be in Isra if you want to say hi, Pepper Breath."
Leaving the green dagger on the ground next to the bag filled with treasure, she swiped her dagger to the side, causing the metal liquid to splatter against the wall and eventually evaporate into nothing. All that remained was the main gauche. She made her way over to Eli after grabbing her backpack and picked her up, helping her to her feet.
"You owe me so many fucking potions, you know that?" She said.
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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 16, 2017 17:57:31 GMT -8
I am naught but an evil creature... I understand that now. All life in this world must die some day. I have lived for over 1000 years, and could keep living indefinitely. But I no longer wish to bare the suffering. I have no family and no rider. I can not even properly care for the child I found. My mind has been so corrupted by anger that I can no longer use magic. Someday even an immortal soul must fade away. Human's will never respect dragon kind and nothing I could have done will ever change that. My time here has come to an end.
The words were quite and mournful, though they lacked the bitterness of self pity. The dragon wanted to die, but had he wished to live it would not be so easy. By losing Zaltos's influence, Trogdor had lost the thin connection that he had maintained with his magic reserve. It was from that mana pool that life was drawn. When Zaltos was banished, the fragment that remained in Trogdor's mind had huddled around Trogdor's mana and coveted it for itself. That is why Trogdor had been forced to use his own fires to gain power. When Zaltos was ripped free so was Trogdor's mana source. Unless Eli claimed him as her own and make the bond of rider and dragon, Trogdor would die.
As he lay dying Kelly's words did indeed reach the dragon. Though her words were touching, they were not enough to mend the hurt that was in the dragon's soul. He had committed many atrocities in his life, but this was the first time he had ever been forgiven. Such undeserving passion from the human filled Trogdor with guilt for the terror he had inflicted. The guilt was quickly replaced by admiration and at last acceptance. Should Trogdor die here it would be a good 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 16, 2017 18:37:58 GMT -8
Eli bit back a sob, had she been so blind that she was willing to let something so ancient die? She had done so much and grown so powerful had she been corrupted by her own greed and lust for the power that she was willing to kill. She stepped forward towards Trogdor's mind, she could see the shape of a dragon's head and she placed her hand gently on his snout before leaning in and placing her head against his. A light glow passed between them where their heads met as Eli expelled the last of the power she had gained during the fight with Zaltos. Trogdor would feel a different kind of magic, Eli's magic was pure and euphoric unlike that of an evil taint. The brightness grew and spread among them. Eli had also heard Kelly's words and she smiled before saying, 'Even the greatest enemies can forgive. Your time here is just beginning and from the darkness, I give you my light. You will no longer be shackled by the chains of evil. For you have much work to do, you have family within the child you found and you have a rider within me but instead of dominance over you, I see us as equals.' The white light enveloped them both and if Trogdor accepted her the white light would pool around his neck as a powerstone formed finalising her claiming.
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Post by Deleted on May 16, 2017 19:07:26 GMT -8
"Human's will never respect dragon kind and nothing I could have done will ever change that."
As Trogdor spoke those words, Kelly stopped in place. Eli would see what could only be described as "the single-angriest thing anyone has ever seen ever".
"I'm sorry, THE FUCK did you just say?" She snapped. Taking Eli by the shoulders and looking her dead in the eyes, she stretched her hands out and promptly dropped Eli to the ground before stomping over so Trogdor could see her.
"Did you just say humans don't RESPECT you?!" She yelled, looking Trogdor dead in the eye. Her normal demeanor was dropped. Instead of a cool and collected bandit, a woman with frizzled red hair and a failed attempt at hiding a vaguely French accent took her place.
"Alright, sit your red ass down because it's about time I lecture you. There is a huge difference between 'respect' and 'admire'. We sure as hell don't admire you because- and this isn't just you in case you feel I'm fucking picking on you- dragons are notorious for being LITERAL FORCES OF DESTRUCTION! But I can tell you right the fuck NOW we respect you. We respect everything about you. Everything! Your amazing gods damned wings, your amazing gods damned magic prowess, your elemental breath, your gigantic fucking bodies, your unbelievable skin, your sharp-as-tits teeth, the fact you've been around longer than our cities, everything! We name our guilds, our clubs, our knight organizations, even our children after dragons! We describe people as being as powerful as a dragon, we've cataloged your kind so we can better understand you, we even try to learn your magic and even emulate your tongue you pothoc jiko bouv tilsin! There isn't a day that goes by someone doesn't think about what you can do and what you have done and think to themselves 'gods they're amazing'. If you're so damned afraid of us not liking you and all your evils in the world THEN DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT! Because I promise you, I bet my damned life on it, if you show humans an inkling of the respect that carrot-topped witch has shown you then you'd be admired as well."
She walked back a bit, putting her hands up and shaking them somewhat, changing her voice to a mocking one.
"But Kelly, I've been here for a bajillion years, what could you possibly- FUCK YOU! I'm 25 friggen years old and I've seen enough of pretty much everything to know what I'm talking about. I don't have the speed and skill that you do, but I know enough about humans to know if you decided to help them they won't attack you on sight. I wouldn't be surprised if a few of them want your autograph! Shit, man, if we had met under different circumstances I'd kill to be your rider."
She immediately turned to Eli.
"Yo, what was that thing about riders?"
She turned back to Trogdor.
"You need a rider? Fucking done. Sign me up. You killed my family? Don't care, that was 13 years ago, forgiven, bygones be and all that, where do I sign. If it means you, a gods damned immortal can keep being immortal and not wimp out the moment you start feeling down on yourself, I'll go train in lancing, strap a saddle to your back, and wash your scales so you look your reddest and most badass. But I don't ever want to the last thought going through your multidimensional brain to be we don't respect you. I can handle you thinking I'm inferior. I can handle you thinking I'm weak, or stupid, or cruel, or whatever it is you tell yourself to remind you you're better than me. But you DO FUCKING NOT, after I went through all of that and gave you my best gods damn Bag of Holding and returned your possessions, tell ME, that we do not respect you. Do not even think about it! The fact you're still here talking to me- the fact you are talking to me has earned my respect."
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Post by Deleted on May 17, 2017 4:28:03 GMT -8
The hatchling was still there, hiding. Head buried in the sand... er, coins. Only the little bitty tail was out, curled up along the base of the coin mountain. It had no idea to the events that kept unfolding in the cave 'cause they were whizzing by so damn fast.
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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 17, 2017 13:45:53 GMT -8
The beauty that was in Eli Nightshade 's words and mental touch were enough to coax the dying dragon back into the light. Without any evil in his heart Trogdor viewed the world with a new perspective. With this new outlook, the dragon took @banditkelly 's words with a mixture of shame and affection. He realized that her words were true. It was admiration, not respect, that Trogdor had craved for so long. As a whelp, Trogdor had experienced much suffering at the hands of humanity. The rage that had built up blinded the dragon from realizing that fighting the humans (most of which had little notion of the cataclysm) would only cause more strife for dragon kind. War could only be met with more war. Now, it was time for the cycle to end. The dragon opened his eyes and looked to Kelly, "Thank you, Kelly, Shade Slayer. It is your grace that has shown me the error of my ways." He turned to Eli, "Thank you, Elington, Dragon Tamer. You have saved me from my life of sorrow and even give me new hope. Going forward I will seek to build stronger ties between human and dragon kind, without the use of terror. Peace and Harmony can only be gained through love and compassion. I see that now. 'Though I am healed now, in body and soul. The damage I inflicted on my own can never be undone. I fear that should you die, Eli, I shall die as well. 'As to the matter of the rider bond. Us three are all connected through Eli. Though the connection I share with Eli is stronger than my connection with Kelly, I will accept both of you as my riders." The dragon reached for the bag of holding and upended the contents back into the lair, before returning the bag to Kelly, "My hoard is now yours and you may take what you like." There was one final thing that pressed on the dragon's mind. The Black One had not eaten anything and Trogdor had little idea what to do. Also, the dragon was so zapped of strength that he would need to sleep for a long time, "My strength and mana will take a long time to revive. I will not be leaving this mountain for months to come. It is no longer in my power to take care of the hatchling. If you two would take care of the child while I rest, all of dragon kind would be in your debt." Trogdor nudged the frightened baby out of the coins it had buried its head in. He purred softly as he nudged the baby towards the cave exit, letting it know that it would be safe with the two humans. 'Now where is the demigod that started all of this?" |
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