Dol'Amahn
New
Roleplay posts: 3 
Age: 85
Physical Description: Dol'Amahn is a large orc standing at seven feet tall. He is clad in iron armor with decorative cloth to give him the look of a sorcerer whilst still maintaining a strong defense. He is scarred, red-eyed and walks with a wooden staff. A green gemstone shines brightly at the end of his staff, deep shades of black stirring in its depths.
Registered: Jun 11, 2017 6:39:24 GMT -8
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Post by Dol'Amahn on Jun 11, 2017 6:57:46 GMT -8
 In the woodlands to the south of Selanca lies a clearing surrounded by tall trees. The light barely creeps through their crowns, crowns that have thickened over the years. The forest is old and so are the secrets within. Anyone or anything might come wandering through, there was no saying. |
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Dol'Amahn
New
Roleplay posts: 3
Age: 85
Physical Description: Dol'Amahn is a large orc standing at seven feet tall. He is clad in iron armor with decorative cloth to give him the look of a sorcerer whilst still maintaining a strong defense. He is scarred, red-eyed and walks with a wooden staff. A green gemstone shines brightly at the end of his staff, deep shades of black stirring in its depths.
Registered: Jun 11, 2017 6:39:24 GMT -8
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Post by Dol'Amahn on Jun 11, 2017 7:03:43 GMT -8
Dol'Amahn came walking through the brush, his staff clanking against the occasional rock as he used it for support. He didn't attempt to tread lightly, for his frame was massive and he had arranged a meeting here. He looked around, his red eyes scouting the surrounding forest menacingly.
As he came into the clearing a bright green flame ignited in his palm. He tossed the molten ember on the ground, the ground instantly catching fire. The fire spread roughly to the size of your average campfire, and stayed that way. He then sat down beside it, in wait.
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Edric Everlong
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Age: 105
Physical Description: Edric is an elderly man that looks to be at least ninety. He is quite fresh for his age and enjoys wandering.
Registered: Jun 5, 2017 11:06:26 GMT -8
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Post by Edric Everlong on Jun 11, 2017 7:32:34 GMT -8
Edric walked into the clearing with a smile on his face. His eyes were on Dol'Amahn. "Punctual as always" he mused as he walked to take a seat next to the physically vastly superior orc. "What about the others? Have you heard from them?" He inquired, taking from his satchel a small skin of wine.
He uncorked the wine and placed it on his lips. He took a sip and with a sigh handed it to Dol'Amahn.
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Barka The Dragon Hunter
Established
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: 57
Physical Description: An elderly man with long grey hair and a beard to accompany it. He's clad in dragon scales and carries a staff.
Registered: Jun 4, 2017 12:10:32 GMT -8
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Post by Barka The Dragon Hunter on Jun 11, 2017 7:56:37 GMT -8
Barka came crashing through a bush, cursing under his breath. "This forest is impenetrable! I damn well hope your friends ha-" he glanced over at the behemoth of an orc and stayed his tongue. "Oh I see you've already got company... Excuse me being late, I got lost in the woods"
Barka walked over seating himself next to Edric. "I am Barka, I hunt and kill dragons" he said loud and clear, eyeing the orc with Edric between them.
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Horadin Hearthammer
New
Roleplay posts: 2
Age: 211
Physical Description: Horadin stands at five feet tall, a dwarf in every aspect of the word. He has a thick bushy beard and a muscular yet thick frame. He is a warrior, and an accomplished one.
Horadin made his legacy battling dragons and trolls in his homeland. He is the veteran of a hundred battles.
Registered: Jun 11, 2017 8:01:53 GMT -8
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Post by Horadin Hearthammer on Jun 11, 2017 8:12:30 GMT -8
Horadin arrived shortly after Barka. He was riding a small pony, one fit for his size. "Ahh! Edric!" He roared with a hearty chuckle as the exhausted pony carried him to the green campfire. "I see you've surrounded yourself with a capable gathering" A pause was had "A merry looking couple, eh?" He chuckled, dismounting his pony.
"I am Horadin, son of Horodir" He extended a massive hand, massive in comparison to his height.
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Dol'Amahn
New
Roleplay posts: 3
Age: 85
Physical Description: Dol'Amahn is a large orc standing at seven feet tall. He is clad in iron armor with decorative cloth to give him the look of a sorcerer whilst still maintaining a strong defense. He is scarred, red-eyed and walks with a wooden staff. A green gemstone shines brightly at the end of his staff, deep shades of black stirring in its depths.
Registered: Jun 11, 2017 6:39:24 GMT -8
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Post by Dol'Amahn on Jun 11, 2017 10:30:28 GMT -8
"The others are coming" He said to Edric, and just as he said that Barka came crashing through the forest. The man looked out of breath and generally disorientated. Dol'Amahn didn't speak until Barka had presented himself fully, and when he did the orc did all but nod.
"That is why Edric came to you. We're gathering a party of capable souls. This dragon is a greater threat not only to the land, the cities - the people. It's a threat to everybody... If it were to fall into the wrong hands" He raised a brow "Of course we're not here to save anyone, we're here to take advantage of the situation" The orc sipped the skin of wine previously handed to him by Edric.
"We've all gathered all the information we could find, and with the remaining members of the party turning up we'll have enough to make up the foundation of our plan tonight" He looked to the forest as sound of cracking branches interrupted his speech.
He saw Horadin arriving, as expected. He didn't say a word till the large dwarven hand was extended. He took the hand and shook it, "Edric told me about you - I am Dol'Amahn, Necromancer of the wet hill tribes".
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Emilia, Lady of the Wood
New
Roleplay posts: 1
Age: Ancient
Physical Description: Emilia is a slender woman standing at roughly six feet tall. She is clad in various plants and fabrics of an utmost delicate nature. Her hair is silvery and her face pure and beautiful. Her eyes are clear and white as the moon.
Registered: Jun 11, 2017 10:09:52 GMT -8
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Post by Emilia, Lady of the Wood on Jun 11, 2017 11:01:59 GMT -8
Emilia, Lady of the Wood came out of nowhere. She had seemingly appeared from thin air, standing between two trees roughly twenty feet from the gathering.
"The dragon is a blight to this world" her voice sounded. There was purity, divine resonance and a feminine innocence to her voice. It was almost like hearing a child speak, except there was promise of terrible power in her tone of voice. "It cannot be controlled by any mortal mans means. It cannot be slain by any blade or vanquished easily by any common sorcerer" she muttered.
"It is an ancient Elder dragon from the north. Its lifetime has seen the rise and fall of civilization far beyond recorded history. Do you not stop to think that someone of equal if not greater power had tried to smite it before? I will remind you that it was smaller then... Weaker" She said, her crystal clear eyes flickering across the group.
Her bare feet took her closer, barely making any noise as she moved closer - her white gown sliding silently across the leaves of the forest floor. "I have seen it... The dragons fire embracing every nook and cranny of these woods. I have also seen it prosper in pure tranquility with all of the neighboring humans. I have seen numerous outcomes to the task at hand. Know that if there is even a slight chance of the dragon turning on the people of Rondón and the creatures of these woods, it has to be destroyed"
"Dragons are selfish creatures. If it does not feel appreciated... Worshiped even it will turn its terrible wroth on everyone around it and relish in their treasures. Why do you think the dragon has come down here? The weather? Rondón is one of the richest cities in the known world. Its riches beyond imagination" She had a worried expression on her face "The dragon -will- destroy everything around it, there are recordings through histories of these beasts and their cruel nature. They have not a shed of empathy for anything living but their kin. The love that they profess to have for creatures around them is comparable to the relationship of master and slave, owner and pet"
She sat calmly beside the fire "I offer you my service in this task, it is my duty as guardian of these woods to protect it, even against this seemingly unbeatable foe"
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Edric Everlong
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Age: 105
Physical Description: Edric is an elderly man that looks to be at least ninety. He is quite fresh for his age and enjoys wandering.
Registered: Jun 5, 2017 11:06:26 GMT -8
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Post by Edric Everlong on Jun 11, 2017 12:48:10 GMT -8
Edric's eyes went wide. He briefly considered bowing to the lady, but did not think appearing weak was the right move. There was something about her though, something divine. "You are Emilia... The lady of the Woods?" He said, almost in an inquiring tone of voice. "I have read about you" He muttered.
"What you speak of... It is true, the dragon is unpredictable and there is no guarantee we will achieve success" He glanced around at the party. "You have the sight no? You saw the dragon destroying everything, you also saw the dragon living in prosperity?" He perked a brow.
"Did you see anything else... Did you see what would happen if we were to enslave this dragon?" His eyes wide with interest.
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Barka The Dragon Hunter
Established
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: 57
Physical Description: An elderly man with long grey hair and a beard to accompany it. He's clad in dragon scales and carries a staff.
Registered: Jun 4, 2017 12:10:32 GMT -8
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Post by Barka The Dragon Hunter on Jun 11, 2017 12:50:34 GMT -8
Barka eyed the woman along with Edric. "Aye... What plan can we rely on?" He inquired, leaning in over the fire. He took a flask of spiced rum from his satchel and popped the cork, it landing in the grass. He looked nervously at the lady of the woods and then went to pick it up. Wouldn't want to make unnecessary enemies. He took a swig and sat, waiting for someone to speak.
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Horadin Hearthammer
New
Roleplay posts: 2
Age: 211
Physical Description: Horadin stands at five feet tall, a dwarf in every aspect of the word. He has a thick bushy beard and a muscular yet thick frame. He is a warrior, and an accomplished one.
Horadin made his legacy battling dragons and trolls in his homeland. He is the veteran of a hundred battles.
Registered: Jun 11, 2017 8:01:53 GMT -8
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Post by Horadin Hearthammer on Jun 11, 2017 12:53:24 GMT -8
"Hrm.." Horadin hummed, glancing around as the group talked. "Dragon like this need its skull cracked if ye' ask me. It is too dangerous to be kept alive, and if it is flesh and blood it can be killed, eh?" He glanced to the lady of the woods, asking yet another question. It was almost as if everyone was turning to her for advice.
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