Askar
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I'm just a happy camper.
Roleplay posts: 62 
Age: Ancient
Physical Description: Size: Askar is 510 feet long, including his tail. He is heavily built in the sense that he looks muscular and has a broad body. His maw is large enough to swallow a bull mammoth whole, his wingspan roughly 1050 feet.
Eyes: Black. Askar's eyes weren't reptilian-like, they were beaming with existential thought unlike an animal.
Color: Askar's scales were dark blue, ranging to a lighter almost grey color on his stomach.
Species: Elder Vintra
Askar's body resembled mostly that of a European dragon. Unlike many dragons he had front and back legs that weren't connected to his wings. His claws were black, thick as battering rams. His teeth were broadswords.Two large horns are placed on the top of his skull, strong enough to bring ruin to most castles.
Askar unlike many other dragons also did not have an opening at the bottom of his chest, it was covered in scale.
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(Roughly something along the lines of this)
Clothes and Equipment: Unlike many dragons, Askar breathes a blue flame. The specific fire that Askar produces is extremely potent and will burn hotter than your average dragon flame, it is said to be capable of melting away stone walls and bring mountainsides to a boil. Askar also has a numbing effect on magic, especially hostile magic intended to harm him. It is very hard to hurt a dragon with sorcery or otherwise put it under a spell.
Registered: May 21, 2015 12:50:03 GMT -8
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Post by Askar on Jun 5, 2017 10:11:21 GMT -8
 In the pass of the Montserrat Mtn. Range in the South-West corner of Rondón Territory there lies a cave. The mouth of the cave is two-thousand feet wide, and roughly a thousand feet tall. It goes below the mountains, far into the deep. Down in the cave there is a cold so fierce that one could only hope to make it through a nights sleep unless a suitable fire was started. If one could even start fires down there. There was ice running along the walls, ice on the floor and on the ceiling. Everything was cold, wet and slippery. In the heart of the mountains, one would find a room so vast that one might think it the ruins of a dwarven city. This was merely where the dragon slept. Tunnels and passageways run into the earths crust, pitch black darkness swallowing courage from any fool that would be brave enough to venture this far into the ground. A journey through this cave could take days and that was if one could find the way. But tales of great riches had always been told when it came to the caverns of dragons, perhaps this was enough to lure a desperate soul or two into the mountains? Only time would tell. |
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