Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Sept 24, 2017 17:26:48 GMT -8
Roy turned quickly when he heard the sound at the door, and almost jumped out of his seat when he saw the dragon sticking its head in. What was possibly going on? Why was there a dragon? The quiet little roadside inn had gotten awfully crowded in the short time that he'd been there, and he decided that it would be a good time to head to bed. Putting down enough coin to pay off his tab, he got up to leave.
"I think I'll turn in for the night, Hester. Good night, and good luck on your travels if I don't see you tomorrow. I do hope you'll pass through Isra at some point and visit my uncle's shop, he makes the best candy."
He glanced over at the dragon in the door once more, worried. Hopefully it wouldn't burn the place down. He wasn't particularly fond of dragons, unless they were friendly.
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Rickard "Ripper" Flint
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Age: Surprising.
Physical Description: Standing at a hairs breadth under six feet tall, Ripper is a tall and slightly gaunt man. His face is angular and his bright green eyes narrow. His skin is a sickly pale grey and his body is made up of lean wiry muscle. He has long black hair that is usually quite messy.
Clothes and Equipment: Ripper is never scene without his long black coat. This often mended garment has innumerable little pockets that he uses to store a variety of things. Thread, needles, knives, rations, quills, ink, scalpels, and much, much more. Some of the pockets have even been water proofed just in case.
Besides the coat he also often wears a red bandanna to keep his hair tied back and bandages to cover his frequent wounds.
Registered: Mar 22, 2016 16:11:36 GMT -8
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Post by Rickard "Ripper" Flint on Sept 25, 2017 15:53:55 GMT -8
There was probably a rule about how if you brought in one dragon another would eventually show up. Or maybe they could just make one up who knows. Either way, Ripper was surprised by the sudden appearance of the dragon head but ultimately once he finished jumping out of his seat he decided it wasn't his problem.
Taking a long draft of his rum his gaze turns between Finn and Hester. He'd just been sitting there drinking for so long he was a bit surprised to be drawn back into the conversation. "Nah often. Pipe weed is hard ta keep dry in my line o'work." Ripper says with a shrug before adding to Hester. "As fer what I am doin here tha is a tale of considerable tragedy, woe, and adventure I assure you." The not state but obvious implication was that he both wanted them to ask for clarification and to wet his whistle in the bargain. It was a classic sailors trick to keep themselves in ale.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 3, 2024 3:12:39 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Sept 26, 2017 4:21:14 GMT -8
Eventually the little hatchling became bored with gnawing on the bone and found herself waddling and rolling out of the little nest by the hearth - and setting out to explore! Still a little wobbly, she made her way around the counter, the little black figure low to the floor and now in a whole new world... there were all sorts of things in her reach that stretched up high over her head. She came up to one such object and began to sniff and paw at the strange thing - turning out to be the boot of one Rickard "Ripper" Flint.
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Aesath
Established
Roleplay posts: 46
Age: 82 Years
Physical Description: Size (At full standing pose): Height: 8 feet, Length: 16 feet
Eye color: Bright Turquoise
Scale color: Copper, metallic, smooth to touch
Dragon Species: European Dragon
Dragon Type: Metallic
Dragon Color: Copper
http://i.imgur.com/uEoD3de.jpg
Human form: A devilishly handsome and sly man with brown hair and blue eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Scales/Claws/Teeth
Breath Weapon(s): Line of acid, Slow gas
Player's online availability : Too much
Registered: May 29, 2015 8:36:00 GMT -8
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Post by Aesath on Sept 26, 2017 5:52:16 GMT -8
Upon the doors bursting open the ink keeper dropped his pipe, and raised the loaded crossbow stashed from under his bar as the dragon's head burst into the door--- Edith pushed the man's aim askew with a shove; the heavy bolt landed in the door frame with a THUNK! "Blasted Flinn! The Fellow asked if we had a dragon friendly entrance ya flamin' lout!" She said in a flurry of smacks. The inn keeper tried defending him self, in vain and simply sat the weapon down. " A thousand apologies master dragon!" Edith said bustling over to the door... Flinn eyed the dragon warily... " Ah, we don't sadly, but if ya can fit in the barn our back, i'd be happy to serve ya what I can. " She said smiling. " We've not had a dragon--- well--- not one of ya size 'ere before. She said bright eyed looking the beast' head over. "Woman is gonna get me killed oneday..." Flinn muttered to ripper... keeping one eye on the dragon. Eventually the little hatchling became bored with gnawing on the bone and found herself waddling and rolling out of the little nest by the hearth - and setting out to explore! Still a little wobbly, she made her way around the counter, the little black figure low to the floor and now in a whole new world... there were all sorts of things in her reach that stretched up high over her head. She came up to one such object and began to sniff and paw at the strange thing - turning out to be the boot of one Rickard "Ripper" Flint . The dragon visibly flinched as the bolt came his way, one of his horns chipped the door frame when he tried pulling back. With his head still stuck, he had to reply to the shot fired at him and the kind old lady who was protecting him. “Oh, what the hell? All I did was pop in! Jeez, some of you humans, sketchy folk you are. Ah, but thank you madam for the offer, but at the current moment I’m a bit stuck. My horns seem to have caught a bit of your door, but my shoulders are too wide to walk inside.” Aesath gave the woman a toothy smile while he ignored the stares of the onlookers. What, they’ve never seen a friendly dragon? He spotted the little baby dragon ( The Black One ) from across the room sniffing around the ground. “Hey! Who’s cutie pie is that?!?” He looked at Edith. “Where’d she come from? She looks way to young to be without her parents.” He took a look at the youngling, she looked fairly healthy, and she wasn’t in distress. Where the heck did they get a dragon youngling?
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Brother Wilhelm
Established
Goes out windows
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 30
Clothes and Equipment: As a Knight-Brother Wilhelm has access to mail armor, a steel helmet, heater shield, steel sword, and lance. With this setup he would wear a white surcoat emblazoned the Black Cross of the Brotherhood.
Alternatively he likes to wear leather armor, and prefers round shields, hand-axes, javelins, and daggers. He's an avid hunter and has some skill with the bow, carrying a hunting bow and quiver with him.
Like all Knight-Brothers he has a pure white steed.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2017 15:49:59 GMT -8
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Post by Brother Wilhelm on Sept 26, 2017 13:51:29 GMT -8
Wilhelm would begin going down the stairs with Audric following him. All of sudden he stopped and tried backing back up the steps, no doubt bumping into his Brother in the process. "Stop! Back, go back," he would exclaim silently. As the two hobbled back into the room the Knight Scout shut the door hastily but quietly. Looking around for some rope Wilhelm went about tying a knot. "Open the window, Brother," he said, latching the knot around one of the bed frames. "Forgot to mention... I may have had a few men following me around during my scouting mission. They uh... seem to have followed me." Assuming the window was open he'd toss the end of his rope out the door and begin to climb out. "We need to go - now." Wilhelm would assist Audric if he needed it, but would waste no time in descending down the back of the Oasis. Once the two were down they'd creep over to the stable and mount Dane, Wilhelm's horse. Audric could ride or walk beside the Knight Scout, but the two would make for Wilhelm's contact... ( Audric VIII ) [exit]
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Edith Arn Caster
Established
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: 56
Physical Description: A short woman of only five foot four inches. Her weight is a healthyone. Her once brown hair has turned silver, and warm brown eyes hold compassion for nearly everyone she mets.
Registered: Jul 23, 2017 13:56:26 GMT -8
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Post by Edith Arn Caster on Sept 26, 2017 20:48:47 GMT -8
( Rickard "Ripper" Flint) (@aesath) ( The Black One) Edith tsked over the Dragon. " Aye, she just showed up not long ago, poor thing was all skin and bones, half frozen. " He oozed with sympathy for the little hatching. "Fed her right proper , tucked her in snug as a bug I did, though like most children there be always a need ta play. " She nodded her headed, before inspecting the dragons horns. " " Pay ya no mind to that old thing, give me an excuse ta fuss at that lout to fix it. Here let me get my belt knife and see if we can remove a bit of that frame." She suggested moving to the counter, and removed a small knife. " unless ya think ya can git out without pullin my house down." She said moving to the dragon. Flinn simply sighed heavily, tossing his hands in the air. "Well I'm callin it a night. Miss Hester." he gave a bow. "Master Ripper..." A nod. " and uh... master... dragon... " He said very unsure before slipping out the back.
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Hester Fairweather
Committed
Roleplay posts: 51
Age: 25
Physical Description: A young woman, fairly tall standing five foot nine inches, and weighs a hair over one hundred and forty pounds. Her eyes are a striking brown and her hair a dirty red.
She has fair features and would be considered lovely to more than a few.
Yet this simple bard has many secretes... some grim. Sometimes , she could be found staring at the distance, with an expression of sorrow and anger.
Registered: Jul 23, 2017 14:03:19 GMT -8
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Post by Hester Fairweather on Sept 26, 2017 20:49:36 GMT -8
Royal Fletcher Rickard "Ripper" Flint )
Hester visbly jumped, moving to put any solid object between her and the Dragon's head---- only to peer around it after hearing Edith speak...
What in the word was going on at this tavern?! She had chosen this place because it was all but dead!
Brow furrowed, eyes narrowed ; the red headed bard looked over to Roy. " Sounds like a sane thing to do... Fair you well Master ro--- " She closed her eye, held up a hand with her index finger extended. " Roy." she corrected with a smile. " I'll see you in the mornin?" She asked moving back to her seat.
She returned her attention to Ripper.
" Sounds exciting, I'll trade ya a drink for a story." She offered jingling the coins she had unexpectedly earned that night in her left hand.
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Audric VIII
Established
Hurrah!
Roleplay posts: 28
Age: 24
Physical Description: Of somewhat above average build and height, Audric doesn't have particularly memorable traits. He in general is described as cavalier in appearance, with light eyes and particularly dark hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Audric carries upon him a full set of sanctified plate and chainmail along with a helmet as protection, though he doesn't wear leather underneath with just wrapping instead. He is armed with a bland looking and somewhat short longsword bearing only the mark of his family and of it's blessing along with a knuckled dagger of the same make. His shield is something between a hearer and kite shield, and while carrying the Order's black cross one can see it is painted over the shape of Audric's family crest, an armoured Knight on a pegasus. He has hidden about his person a hand-crossbow that takes massive strength to wind up, allowing it to pack the punch of a big crossbow in a little frame. From it, he shoots an array of either stakes, silver bolts, or simple sanctified ones, potentially poisoned. Finally, arguably his greatest armament is a book of prayers, in which he has hidden coin and... utilities. Other than that he carries little on his travels about his person, preferring to live off the land or bring things on his horse, a quite massive black charger that tows carts alone.
Registered: Sept 12, 2017 15:37:51 GMT -8
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Post by Audric VIII on Sept 27, 2017 9:07:40 GMT -8
Audric too started to go down the stairs, but was somewhat confused when Wilhelm stopped. He didn't quite go back when he asked, and poked his head out to look. Seeing the inquisitive newcomers he quickly went back and leaned flat against the wall. "Troubles with the law or lack thereof?" He quickly went over and opened the window as his new friend demanded and let him come out, raising an eyebrow at his method. Instead of climbing out he breathed in, and jumped down landing with a little cough of pain.
He stood up after a bit of breathing and ran after Wilhelm before swiftly going on the horse. Audric didn't know what problems Wilhelm had but if they didn't leave now they would be mutual problems.
Exeunt
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Rickard "Ripper" Flint
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Age: Surprising.
Physical Description: Standing at a hairs breadth under six feet tall, Ripper is a tall and slightly gaunt man. His face is angular and his bright green eyes narrow. His skin is a sickly pale grey and his body is made up of lean wiry muscle. He has long black hair that is usually quite messy.
Clothes and Equipment: Ripper is never scene without his long black coat. This often mended garment has innumerable little pockets that he uses to store a variety of things. Thread, needles, knives, rations, quills, ink, scalpels, and much, much more. Some of the pockets have even been water proofed just in case.
Besides the coat he also often wears a red bandanna to keep his hair tied back and bandages to cover his frequent wounds.
Registered: Mar 22, 2016 16:11:36 GMT -8
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Post by Rickard "Ripper" Flint on Sept 27, 2017 14:31:53 GMT -8
The little hatchling meandered over to him, not that Ripper noticed until it began to bat, gnaw, and teeth on his boot. Looking down he eyes the baby dragon for several long moments before reaching into one of the pockets of his great black coat. He produces a small multicoloured ball and dangles it down at eye level for the little dragon. He tries to get The Black One attention and should he be successful he'd roll the ball across the floor for it to chase. Baby dragon sufficiently distracted for the moment his attention turns to Hester and he smiles. "Might kind o ya." Wetting his whistle he motions for another drink before he gets into his tale. He isn't sure who will fetch it since Finn is unconscious but that wasn't an issue just yet. "Now, I be a pirate I'll make no bones about it. I have a great love o' the sea and the life of a ship's surgeon is one that I enjoy. I've also ne'er been one to be too worried about the laws as I prize freedom and nun are so free as a pirate at sea." He chuckles a bit at the little rhyme. "As I am sure you can tell though, we are a far ways away from any sea at the moment. My woes began when the ship I served on was caught up in a great storm and I was swept out into the depths with another crewmember. We managed ta save ourselves from being lost ta Davey Jone's locker by washing up on an island. Where we found a girl who'd been stranded by the same storm on a different ship. Turns out the lassie had a quest in mind and had jumped o'er board on her own initiative to explore a sunken city. So far it was a bad spot but nah a terrible one fer a pirate." He takes a long draft of his rum and looks around for a fresh drink.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 3, 2024 3:12:39 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2017 6:09:15 GMT -8
BALL! BRIGHT COLORFUL THINGY AND IT FLEW!
The baby chirped in a newfound excitement and tore after the colorful distraction with all haste - tumbling over and over as she proceeded to attack it from every angle and bat it around for more fun! Granted it was difficult as she spent a bit of time stumbling over her own floppy wings and tail, but she was keen on playing with her new toy!
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Aesath
Established
Roleplay posts: 46
Age: 82 Years
Physical Description: Size (At full standing pose): Height: 8 feet, Length: 16 feet
Eye color: Bright Turquoise
Scale color: Copper, metallic, smooth to touch
Dragon Species: European Dragon
Dragon Type: Metallic
Dragon Color: Copper
http://i.imgur.com/uEoD3de.jpg
Human form: A devilishly handsome and sly man with brown hair and blue eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Scales/Claws/Teeth
Breath Weapon(s): Line of acid, Slow gas
Player's online availability : Too much
Registered: May 29, 2015 8:36:00 GMT -8
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Post by Aesath on Oct 2, 2017 18:38:41 GMT -8
( Rickard "Ripper" Flint ) (@aesath) ( The Black One ) Edith tsked over the Dragon. " Aye, she just showed up not long ago, poor thing was all skin and bones, half frozen. " He oozed with sympathy for the little hatching. "Fed her right proper , tucked her in snug as a bug I did, though like most children there be always a need ta play. " She nodded her headed, before inspecting the dragons horns. " " Pay ya no mind to that old thing, give me an excuse ta fuss at that lout to fix it. Here let me get my belt knife and see if we can remove a bit of that frame." She suggested moving to the counter, and removed a small knife. " unless ya think ya can git out without pullin my house down." She said moving to the dragon. Flinn simply sighed heavily, tossing his hands in the air. "Well I'm callin it a night. Miss Hester." he gave a bow. "Master Ripper..." A nod. " and uh... master... dragon... " He said very unsure before slipping out the back. Head still in the doorframe, “The poor child. I’m glad you took her in. A saint you are, madam.”At the mentioning of seeing if he could get his head unstuck, he rotated his horns a bit and gave the frame a gentle tug. He couldn’t get it out for now, so he’d let Edith chisel off bits of wood. He eyed the man as he disappeared into the backroom, then looked back at the elderly lady. “So you just found her all alone? There didn’t happen to be a dragon flying around looking for her? It’s very rare any dragon would abandon their child out in an unsafe place like that.” He looked back at The Black One as she played with the ball.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 3, 2024 3:12:39 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2017 7:29:23 GMT -8
She continued to chase the new toy around, absolutely enthralled by it - that is, until she skid to a stop on the floor to stare up at the huge head in the doorway with wide eyes. What WAS that? She would lower herself as low as possible and do a waddle/crawl closer, sniffing at Aesath's direction intently.
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Hester Fairweather
Committed
Roleplay posts: 51
Age: 25
Physical Description: A young woman, fairly tall standing five foot nine inches, and weighs a hair over one hundred and forty pounds. Her eyes are a striking brown and her hair a dirty red.
She has fair features and would be considered lovely to more than a few.
Yet this simple bard has many secretes... some grim. Sometimes , she could be found staring at the distance, with an expression of sorrow and anger.
Registered: Jul 23, 2017 14:03:19 GMT -8
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Post by Hester Fairweather on Oct 7, 2017 11:19:16 GMT -8
( Rickard "Ripper" Flint) Hester crossed the room , sliding behind the bar. She nodded listening to the sailors story ; she had a soft spot of sailors honestly. She carefully set the lyre down and moved to get the man a fresh draught of rum; thinking about it she grabbed two tankards and poured her self a beverage as well. " Washed ashore on an island? How did you make it off that island? " she asked sliding the drink to the man. Leaning on the bar she listened intently, taking a sip from her own tankard... A satisfied sigh escaped her lips. " Why on earth would you jump ship to seek an sunken city? For that matter how would she get down there? How would she get back to land?"
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Rickard "Ripper" Flint
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Age: Surprising.
Physical Description: Standing at a hairs breadth under six feet tall, Ripper is a tall and slightly gaunt man. His face is angular and his bright green eyes narrow. His skin is a sickly pale grey and his body is made up of lean wiry muscle. He has long black hair that is usually quite messy.
Clothes and Equipment: Ripper is never scene without his long black coat. This often mended garment has innumerable little pockets that he uses to store a variety of things. Thread, needles, knives, rations, quills, ink, scalpels, and much, much more. Some of the pockets have even been water proofed just in case.
Besides the coat he also often wears a red bandanna to keep his hair tied back and bandages to cover his frequent wounds.
Registered: Mar 22, 2016 16:11:36 GMT -8
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Post by Rickard "Ripper" Flint on Oct 8, 2017 14:46:13 GMT -8
The little dragon seemed delighted by the new toy, which made Ripper smile. The pirate had a bit of a soft spot for cute things it seemed. Looking over at Hester he frowns as he takes another pull of the rum. "Ah, ye are assuming she were on the ship by choice!" Ripper sayshis frown turning a tad grim. "She were a slave, tha took the opportunity the storm presented ta stab the cap'n and steal his map. As fer how I escaped I am getting ta tha' dun rush the story."
"Now, as fer how we got down ta the city tha' were thanks to the serendipitous help o' the Wavewarden herself. The might sea drake took an interest in us and helped the less, aquatically inclined members o' our party to travel down under the water. Me and me crewmate decided to explore one section o' the city fer riches while the girl and the great serpant looked fer some kind o' gem." Ripper finishes his rum and taps it meaningfully looking at Hester for a refill before he finishes his story.
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Edith Arn Caster
Established
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: 56
Physical Description: A short woman of only five foot four inches. Her weight is a healthyone. Her once brown hair has turned silver, and warm brown eyes hold compassion for nearly everyone she mets.
Registered: Jul 23, 2017 13:56:26 GMT -8
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Post by Edith Arn Caster on Oct 12, 2017 17:31:47 GMT -8
( @aesath The Black One Rickard "Ripper" Flint) Edith frowned deeply her tongue poking out from her dried lips as she worked the knife against the old door frame. They could build another anytime, she had to help this costumer. "'Fraid not. I looked around awful good too ya know, never be to careful with drag--- er.. Wild dragons." She corrected her self. Satisfied with her work she stepped back nodding, hands on her hips. " Aye its rare any child gets abandoned. Save by human folk...which says volumes... " She said sadly. The oldwoman's face lit up with joy seeing the youngling. " Ayeee, what ya doing out here? Got ya a ball? That's awful kind Master Ripper." She said warmly smiling at the man.
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Aesath
Established
Roleplay posts: 46
Age: 82 Years
Physical Description: Size (At full standing pose): Height: 8 feet, Length: 16 feet
Eye color: Bright Turquoise
Scale color: Copper, metallic, smooth to touch
Dragon Species: European Dragon
Dragon Type: Metallic
Dragon Color: Copper
http://i.imgur.com/uEoD3de.jpg
Human form: A devilishly handsome and sly man with brown hair and blue eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Scales/Claws/Teeth
Breath Weapon(s): Line of acid, Slow gas
Player's online availability : Too much
Registered: May 29, 2015 8:36:00 GMT -8
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Post by Aesath on Oct 12, 2017 20:29:20 GMT -8
( @aesath The Black One Rickard "Ripper" Flint ) Edith frowned deeply her tongue poking out from her dried lips as she worked the knife against the old door frame. They could build another anytime, she had to help this costumer. "'Fraid not. I looked around awful good too ya know, never be to careful with drag--- er.. Wild dragons." She corrected her self. Satisfied with her work she stepped back nodding, hands on her hips. " Aye its rare any child gets abandoned. Save by human folk...which says volumes... " She said sadly. The oldwoman's face lit up with joy seeing the youngling. " Ayeee, what ya doing out here? Got ya a ball? That's awful kind Master Ripper." She said warmly smiling at the man. Satisfied with the woman’s chipping, Aesath decided he’d now try and yank his head out from the frame once she took a step back, now that ample room was created to do so. He twisted his head the narrowest way, and pulled. The sound of splintering wood would be head as the dragon’s head came free with only mild damage to the doorframe, and he was back outside. Now that he was free, he responded to what she was saying. “Naw, but among us dragons, we’d never lose a kid like that. It makes me suspect something terrible may have happened to her parents…”The smile off his face disappeared a bit after he’d fully comprehended what she’d said. “‘Scuse me? Wild dragons? Dragons like us are not ‘wild’ just as a human is not wild, even if they do grow up on their own in isolation. We have our own minds and do not sheerly act like clueless animals.”He turned away from her for a moment, not wanting to argue on the subject. “Now, how ‘bout you show me that barn you we’re offering?”The pleasant smile (for a dragon) once returned, as he’d let the lady lead him onwards.
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Fundor Eater of Sheep
Committed
Mutton... human, what's the difference?
Roleplay posts: 67
Age: 2000 years
Physical Description: Dragon: A truly massive ancient red wyrm, Fundor's scales have darkened with age to take on a blood red hue. Atop his head he has two massive black horns, which are swept back towards his neck, along with many more black horns all along his spine and covering his back. These spikes are not only intimidating but they serve as protection for the back of his neck.
Length: 375 ft (114.3m)
Wingspan: 937 ft (286m)
Height: 83 ft (25m)
Mortal Forms: lol
Clothes and Equipment: Dragon: Don't need any equipment.
Registered: Nov 27, 2015 13:29:55 GMT -8
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Post by Fundor Eater of Sheep on Oct 14, 2017 17:03:25 GMT -8
For too long he had slumbered in his lair, remembering the tales of old of his previous achievements that were now mostly forgotten among mortal minds. Even a burned city is soon forgotten by the short-lived insects. No longer would Fundor, the Eater of Sheep be forgotten, he vowed to once again refresh the memories of those below him. Tales of his destruction will spread across the lands soon enough, and he will be seen once again as the fiercest and most powerful of all red dragons.
The ancient red dragon struck out from his mountaintop lair in search of his first target, and already he found his first quarry as he followed winding roads until they came upon a lone building at a crossroads.
There was a loud crash followed by a rumbling of the earth as the titanic dragon touched down outside the small building. Fundor easily dwarfed the building, and for a moment he thought perhaps this would be too easy, perhaps even make him appear weaker even for attacking such a small undefended holding. It was then he saw Aesath, however, the small copper colored dragon sitting down below just outside the door. Fundor growled, the sound causing another small quake as it rattled the windows of the crossroads.
"Puny copper whelp... you will be the one to bear witness and spread the news that Fundor Eater of Sheep has returned... and for that, I will let you live."
Fundor's voice was absolutely laced with contempt for the smaller copper scaled dragon before him. To him, red dragons were superior to all and if not for the advantage of leaving this one dragon alive to spread tales of his destruction, he would have killed the smaller dragon right then and there for appearing before him.
Fundor began channeling magic then, a fiery red glow emanating from his eyes and scales indicating as much as he channeled a positively massive amount of magic.
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Edith Arn Caster
Established
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: 56
Physical Description: A short woman of only five foot four inches. Her weight is a healthyone. Her once brown hair has turned silver, and warm brown eyes hold compassion for nearly everyone she mets.
Registered: Jul 23, 2017 13:56:26 GMT -8
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Post by Edith Arn Caster on Oct 16, 2017 16:20:22 GMT -8
@jarkoopie2 Fundor Eater of Sheep Rather pleased with herself Edith followed the Dragon outside. " Yes Yes. Its this way master drag---" She froze mid sentence, and braced her face with one hand from a whipping wind, and clutched her apron with the other! What in the blazes was that?! Her aged eyes sought for the source of such fierce wind, it announced its self however. The elderly woman marveled at the spectacle before her for all of a moment. Her mind catching up with her heart. " Fundor, Master Fundor! Eater of sheep! " She shouted, hoping the massive creature could hear her tiny voice. " You honor this humble hovel with your greatness! What may one as low as I do for you?" She called, curtsying lowly, head flopped downwards, grey streaked brown curls tumbling forward. She gave a look to Aesath , one that she might have given a child misbehaving in front of an official or teacher, that motherly stare we all get that no one else catches.
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Fundor Eater of Sheep
Committed
Mutton... human, what's the difference?
Roleplay posts: 67
Age: 2000 years
Physical Description: Dragon: A truly massive ancient red wyrm, Fundor's scales have darkened with age to take on a blood red hue. Atop his head he has two massive black horns, which are swept back towards his neck, along with many more black horns all along his spine and covering his back. These spikes are not only intimidating but they serve as protection for the back of his neck.
Length: 375 ft (114.3m)
Wingspan: 937 ft (286m)
Height: 83 ft (25m)
Mortal Forms: lol
Clothes and Equipment: Dragon: Don't need any equipment.
Registered: Nov 27, 2015 13:29:55 GMT -8
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Post by Fundor Eater of Sheep on Oct 17, 2017 9:52:03 GMT -8
The massive dragon did, in fact, hear the voice of Edith down below, though it took him a moment to locate her with how small she was relative to him.
The dragon paused for a moment in his channeling of magic, an audible hum present in the air from the gathered power, yet it's growth seemed to stop.
"A mortal that knows its place... Very wise for a mortal," Fundor commented, seemingly disarmed for now, "Though I doubt there is anything you can do for me. Perhaps if you can convince me of a reason to let you live you shall not perish to my flames today."
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Aesath
Established
Roleplay posts: 46
Age: 82 Years
Physical Description: Size (At full standing pose): Height: 8 feet, Length: 16 feet
Eye color: Bright Turquoise
Scale color: Copper, metallic, smooth to touch
Dragon Species: European Dragon
Dragon Type: Metallic
Dragon Color: Copper
http://i.imgur.com/uEoD3de.jpg
Human form: A devilishly handsome and sly man with brown hair and blue eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Scales/Claws/Teeth
Breath Weapon(s): Line of acid, Slow gas
Player's online availability : Too much
Registered: May 29, 2015 8:36:00 GMT -8
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Post by Aesath on Oct 17, 2017 11:13:21 GMT -8
The massive dragon did, in fact, hear the voice of Edith down below, though it took him a moment to locate her with how small she was relative to him. The dragon paused for a moment in his channeling of magic, an audible hum present in the air from the gathered power, yet it's growth seemed to stop. "A mortal that knows its place... Very wise for a mortal," Fundor commented, seemingly disarmed for now, "Though I doubt there is anything you can do for me. Perhaps if you can convince me of a reason to let you live you shall not perish to my flames today." Aesath wasn’t fully prepared today for another dragon to appear, a massive one at least. He stood in shock for a bit, concerned about the poor elderly lady and those inside her establishment. “Oh yes,” he said to Fundor, “I’ll tell everyone of your terror and strength.” He gave Edith a wink despite her stare, and began to fly near Fundor. “Oh wow you are big. -I mean, yes, I discovered these humans know their place, rather welcoming for dragonkin. I was having the woman tend to me, until you arrived.”He took up hovering next to Fundor while watching him, almost like his assistant.
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