Nerwendel Bloodwing
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Physical Description: https://i.imgur.com/u5vWoho.jpg - for a full image of Nerwendel.
Nerwendel has pale, flowing hair and a skin-tone that's not much darker. Every inch of her body commands power and respect, from the muscles under her skin to her posture and the beauty of her Stygian eyes.
The things most noticeable about her are her feathered wings; as white as snow and each having a span of almost seven feet. Parts of these wings, like a significant portion of the ends of her hair, are stained with a thick, blood-like red. These stains are from where she gets her last name, a moniker given to her by those who've seen them.
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Clothes and Equipment: Nerwendel is most often seen wearing a suit of master-crafted plate armour. It's adorned with engraved patterns of runes and ferocious creatures such as dragons, but it isn't fully-covering and its purpose seems to be more for show than actual defence. Occasionally she will wear a metal crown with thorn-like prongs, but never a helmet.
She wields two weapons: a longsword capable of cleaving through all but the strongest of armour and a staff-like spear, with one end a ferocious stabbing dagger and the other a focus for magic.
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Registered: Sept 29, 2017 7:21:07 GMT -8
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Post by Nerwendel Bloodwing on Sept 29, 2017 9:39:27 GMT -8
The Gathering FieldLocated somewhere in the mountains, this picturesque valley features an open field, several hills, dots of woodlands and a small river running its length. At each side the mountains rise so steeply that they can be considered walls and between them wild game runs freely. At one end of the valley, a small village farms the fertile land around it but the only road is a narrow dirt track and the villagers rarely venture beyond their farmlands except to hunt.
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Nerwendel Bloodwing
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Physical Description: https://i.imgur.com/u5vWoho.jpg - for a full image of Nerwendel.
Nerwendel has pale, flowing hair and a skin-tone that's not much darker. Every inch of her body commands power and respect, from the muscles under her skin to her posture and the beauty of her Stygian eyes.
The things most noticeable about her are her feathered wings; as white as snow and each having a span of almost seven feet. Parts of these wings, like a significant portion of the ends of her hair, are stained with a thick, blood-like red. These stains are from where she gets her last name, a moniker given to her by those who've seen them.
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Clothes and Equipment: Nerwendel is most often seen wearing a suit of master-crafted plate armour. It's adorned with engraved patterns of runes and ferocious creatures such as dragons, but it isn't fully-covering and its purpose seems to be more for show than actual defence. Occasionally she will wear a metal crown with thorn-like prongs, but never a helmet.
She wields two weapons: a longsword capable of cleaving through all but the strongest of armour and a staff-like spear, with one end a ferocious stabbing dagger and the other a focus for magic.
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Registered: Sept 29, 2017 7:21:07 GMT -8
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Post by Nerwendel Bloodwing on Sept 29, 2017 10:02:01 GMT -8
Early morning,
The sun was still in the early stages of rising into the sky, swallowing one open end of the valley in bright, picturesque light. Somewhere deeper in, a small camp of tents had been set on a hill that overlooked the river below and several dozen human servants and armed warriors went about their business; whether that be preparing food or setting up guard posts around the perimeter to keep a look out for trouble. A small farming village could be seen in the distance, but neither the residents of the camp or the farmers had an interesting in bothering the other, so their time in the valley so far had been utterly uneventful.
At the edge of the camp, overlooking the lands at the bottom of the hill, a large wooden chair had been set on a large blanket of furs that was flanked at each side by several smaller stools and sacks filled with straw for sitting. In front of the 'throne', the woman they called Nerwendel Bloodwing stood silently with her eyes scanning the distant skies. The brightness of the sunlight made her pale hair glow like the moon, but her jet-black eyes did not seem concerned by it and she did not so much as squint at its glory.
A few feet in front of her, a large blowing horn almost as big as a man had been stood up on a wooden frame and a shirtless warrior stood behind it, an axe hanging from his belt. Those gathered around her seemed on edge, as though eagerly waiting for something to appear, or a command to be given. They had been waiting long enough, many of them no doubt thought, but they would have to wait a while still before it would begin.
Finally Nerwendel spoke. "Sound the horn," she told the warrior, who took in a breath that made his centre expand significantly. He placed his lips at the end of the horn, then blew as hard and as loud as he could. The result was complete silence; at least to they who had not been attuned to such things. No, this was not a horn for men, but for the mighty beasts they called dragons.
Across the Overworld, the sound of the horn would spread for hundreds and thousands of leagues! It would reach the dragons and their kin, a sound like a whispered roar that had been used since the earliest times to command them all to gather at the source. It was an ancient sound, one that had not been heard in an age...
"It is done," Nerwendel told them once the warrior finally finished and pulled back to catch his breath again. "Now the dragons will come."
She did not move, or make another sound. She would only stand there, waiting for days if need be, until the first of her guests began to arrive.
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Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 259
Age: 850
Physical Description: Neva's form is as fluid as the rivers she protects. Her usual form is approximately forty meters, armored with an incredibly thick, scaly hide. Her head is a armored as well, with long horns or fins, depending on whether she is moving through water or land. In her human form she tends to take the shape of a young, tanned, attractive woman, with long dark hair. Finally, she can take the form of any animal that spends the majority of its life in any watery area of the world.
Clothes and Equipment: In her human form, she is wearing thick leather armor of a similar substance to her dragon hide. The only weapons she wields are a pair of javelins and a long spear. The weapons are magical as she sees fit, variously imbuing them with her own magical powers.
Registered: May 17, 2016 15:08:26 GMT -8
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Post by Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden on Sept 29, 2017 13:40:00 GMT -8
The nearby river began to grow tumultuous, waves crashing against the shore until a woman appeared above it, the raging water coalescing briefly into a pair if dragon wings before looping around her body to form a magnificent set of blue robes. A harpoon formed from a floating log onto her back, and she stepped calmly onto the shore, radiating power and dignity around her. Blue tattoos slowly flowed around the visible parts of her body, pulsing dimly.
"Who blew the horn?" She asked, sternly.
She had not heard a dragon horn since before her long slumber.
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Aetherdae
Established
Wisp Dragon
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 1 year
Registered: Sept 30, 2015 19:53:41 GMT -8
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Post by Aetherdae on Sept 29, 2017 14:25:59 GMT -8
Off in a cornfield, Aetherdae had slept for days. He/she had not been contacted by Purge in weeks since she last reported her findings about the Black Towers. The ethereal dragon awoke at the sound of the horn and took to the sky to investigate it. While flying toward the Gathering Field, Aetherdae could see the magical energies of multiple dragons heading for the same place. Her wings glittered as they beat hard to make good time to the field.
Aetherdae screeched majestically as it landed in the field and observed what was there. She did not transform into it's disguise, just waited in dragon form. Aetherdae was new to this world, but when it spoke to the other dragons it was noticeable that it spoke an older dialect of dragon, since Aetherdae was made from the remains of ancient dragons.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 17, 2024 2:57:55 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2017 20:23:20 GMT -8
The ancient sound rumbled through the beast's body like a purr - a familiar sound he had not heard in some time. It filled him with a sense of calm yet pension, for who would sound the horn?
It would be over the hills, perhaps a few days after the trumpeting call, that one of many came across the sky, a mere speck until it neared. It was of a massive size, with a single wing the size to blanket an entire city in one beat. Tuesirth would descend, casting much of the territory in shadow as those powerful wings pumped hard to slow the fall to a much more controlled state - lest he crash and demolish most everything. The trees and brush bowed beneath the mighty gusts that rushed across the earth from each roll of his wings, until his huge claws finally landed and crushed the ground beneath them upon impact. He could never quite keep from damaging something when he came to land in his full size and form. Three paws settled with claws splayed in the dirt, one remained curled up in a loose fist at his chest with something wiggling in his wide palm. He took great care to ease his giant tail down to a safe rest without destroying something else nearby, and was pain-stakingly slow in folding his wings closed to avoid disturbing much more.
The large eyes in his stone-carved head pointed low to the winged one seemingly responsible for sounding the calling horn - his gaze hard, posing a silent question as to why.
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Mariah
Established
Fully Monsterized
Roleplay posts: 44
Physical Description: Race: Draxis
White Hair, Amber eyes
She has now fully transformed into an insane draconic creature that kills with every chance.
Clothes and Equipment: Most of her clothes are now gone since they've been torn by her mutation, some armor though has fused with her body.
Her daggers she once wielded are now fused into her arms, one dagger is enchanted to drain mana and can channel said mana into a magic blast.
Player's online availability : Every Day
Registered: Jul 1, 2015 15:42:46 GMT -8
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Post by Mariah on Sept 30, 2017 9:52:01 GMT -8
Mariah had been struggling for years fighting her genetic condition but had succumbed to the final stages of it. Once a Draxis Assassin she was now a draconic abomination that roamed lands. While stalking prey she heard the horn and became berserk, her terrible screams scared off everything around her. Now in a rage Mariah bounds toward The Gathering Field. She'd look to kill whatever was calling her, but at the sight massive dragons such as Tuesirth a glimpse of her former self surfaced. Mariah was in awe of Tuesirth, one of her gods was there in front of her it was like a dream come true. She wanted to praise the dragon but her madness took over again and she hissed, backed away and began to distance herself.
The beast now stalked around the area looking for something to kill, her hunger still had not been sated. She avoided the dragons, but kept an eye out for an opportunity to perhaps take one of them down. If she were still sane she wouldn't even think of trying to take on any of the dragons, but her sanity was long gone. If she saw a chance to deal a blow she'd take it, regardless of the risk. Her enchanted dagger that was now part of her arm resonated with a blue glow, she had killed creatures capable of magic recently so the blade was empowered.
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Nerwendel Bloodwing
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Physical Description: https://i.imgur.com/u5vWoho.jpg - for a full image of Nerwendel.
Nerwendel has pale, flowing hair and a skin-tone that's not much darker. Every inch of her body commands power and respect, from the muscles under her skin to her posture and the beauty of her Stygian eyes.
The things most noticeable about her are her feathered wings; as white as snow and each having a span of almost seven feet. Parts of these wings, like a significant portion of the ends of her hair, are stained with a thick, blood-like red. These stains are from where she gets her last name, a moniker given to her by those who've seen them.
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Clothes and Equipment: Nerwendel is most often seen wearing a suit of master-crafted plate armour. It's adorned with engraved patterns of runes and ferocious creatures such as dragons, but it isn't fully-covering and its purpose seems to be more for show than actual defence. Occasionally she will wear a metal crown with thorn-like prongs, but never a helmet.
She wields two weapons: a longsword capable of cleaving through all but the strongest of armour and a staff-like spear, with one end a ferocious stabbing dagger and the other a focus for magic.
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Registered: Sept 29, 2017 7:21:07 GMT -8
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Post by Nerwendel Bloodwing on Sept 30, 2017 12:05:56 GMT -8
The dragons were beginning to arrive, it seemed. Nerwendel was sure that not all of them would answer the call, but only a few of them were needed for her to continue with her plans. Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden, Aetherdae and even the largest dragon she had ever seen - @tuesirth! There was no time for doubt in her mind, no chance to question her own authority even if she was the type of woman who might do so. The horn had been blown now and that was not a thing to be taken lightly. Nerwendel's great white wings, stained red with blood and folded in at her back, unfurled majestically and with a downward sweep she took into the air above her camp until she could see all those great beasts who were to answer her. In one hand her spear-like staff was held in an almost relaxed fashion, but it was clear that the weapon was no simple toy. She would wait a while longer yet, ignoring those who wanted answers until she felt enough had gathered. This might take several more hours, but she was sure that such a time would pass quickly to the ancient creatures. When finally she began to speak, the sun was lowering into the sky and and large campfires had been lit below her as her servants prepared for the oncoming dusk. "I bid greetings," she spoke in a voice that seemed amplified in volume and reach by magic, " to the great and mystical dragons who have answered the call and gathered here. My name is Nerwendel, known to some as Nerwendel Bloodwing, to others as God's Daughter. I take the title of Princess and Divine; someday soon I shall add to those the titles of Queen and Empress."What claims she made to them! Yet was there evidence? None, aside from her word and the vision of her floating there in the sky with as much magnificence as the dragons. She claimed to be the daughter of god, but which god did she speak of? Did that god truly exist, or was he a figment of the imaginations of a thousand stories passed over a thousand years? And if that god was real, did Nerwendel have his mandate or did she act rebellious and alone? Those questions were all valid, even crucial, but no concrete answer to them could be found by simply looking at her or peering into her mind. It was clear only that Nerwendel truly believed her words; for what is reality except that which we perceive to be true? "And I have called you all here to make you an offer."
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Doobie du Shoobie
Dedicated
The Premier Stand Master!
Roleplay posts: 397
Age: 18
Physical Description: He's a Kobold with green scales and long hair that has recently turned platinum colour.
Clothes and Equipment: Blue Mage Robes with gold trim and the Heroes Guild cape draped over one shoulder.
Allegiances: Heroes Guild, Jun of the Celadine
Player's online availability : Every Day, noon to 2am eastern us time
Registered: May 28, 2015 14:51:50 GMT -8
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Post by Doobie du Shoobie on Sept 30, 2017 12:26:57 GMT -8
The party from the Heroes' Guild arrives to check out what is going on, trying to stay far enough away to not be spotted and stay under cover. Doobie would tell his allies to place their hands on his back so that he could share with them information that he gathered through his Astral Projection ability, they could spectate everything Doobie's spirit projection saw and heard. Before beginning his Astral Projection he'd talk to Riley Fletcher and Cheesecake , "While I'm doing this, I'm not going to be able to move my body until my spirit returns. I'm depending on you to defend me if we're discovered, until I can return to my body. I'll be able to communication with you as long as you are touching me." With that said, Doobie began to astral project, his spirit flew out toward the gathering of dragons. His spirit looked all around to get a view of all the surroundings and spotted Nerwendel Bloodwing. <<God's Daughter?>>
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Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 259
Age: 850
Physical Description: Neva's form is as fluid as the rivers she protects. Her usual form is approximately forty meters, armored with an incredibly thick, scaly hide. Her head is a armored as well, with long horns or fins, depending on whether she is moving through water or land. In her human form she tends to take the shape of a young, tanned, attractive woman, with long dark hair. Finally, she can take the form of any animal that spends the majority of its life in any watery area of the world.
Clothes and Equipment: In her human form, she is wearing thick leather armor of a similar substance to her dragon hide. The only weapons she wields are a pair of javelins and a long spear. The weapons are magical as she sees fit, variously imbuing them with her own magical powers.
Registered: May 17, 2016 15:08:26 GMT -8
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Post by Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden on Sept 30, 2017 14:28:31 GMT -8
Neva leaned on her spear with a look of bemused intrigue. Being a god was nothing to aspire too. Sure you wielded immense power and were incredibly difficult to kill, but damn it was exhausting.
Still, the sheer brass balls it must have taken to summon dragons and then declare your superiority...this was gonna be good.
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Aetherdae
Established
Wisp Dragon
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 1 year
Registered: Sept 30, 2015 19:53:41 GMT -8
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Post by Aetherdae on Sept 30, 2017 16:45:54 GMT -8
"I know only 2 masters, who is this god you speak of?" Aetherdae calls to Nerwendel Bloodwing, she'd never known of any gods. In her home realm there were none, the closest thing to being a god was Purge, but even he was not a true god, atleast not yet. Aetherdae had no desire to serve anyone else, all of her motivation was to furthering the plans of Purge and Grandma.
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Asaph, Dream Hunter
Committed
Roleplay posts: 82
Age: 700
Physical Description: A hybrid Orium and Blue dragon, about 20 meters long, 15 meters standing, and a 20 meter wingspan, mostly blue scales, but with a red underbelly and wings. He is covered in battle scars.
Clothes and Equipment: A gauntlet that gives resistance to the elements, and a ring on one of its horns that enhances its mana pool. An experimental set of armor to help him fight enemy dragons, a more recent addition.
Registered: Oct 25, 2015 11:40:24 GMT -8
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Post by Asaph, Dream Hunter on Sept 30, 2017 17:38:07 GMT -8
Another large form, though admittedly not as imposing as some of the others, descended from the clouds. This creature's body was bipedal, with independent wings extending from its shoulder blades. Its scales reflected an ocean blue glimmer across most of its body, and a reddish tint from its under wings and belly. The dragon, alarmed and annoyed at the call of the strange horn, strafed a bit sideways, as if to avoid the center of the group. When it finally landed, it chose a hill which gave it a decent vantage point of the gathering. Its yellow, predator eyes seemed to try to pierce into the woman's soul.
He arrived just in time to hear the words "... make you an offer."
"Hmm." He growled.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 17, 2024 2:57:55 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2017 18:35:46 GMT -8
Tuesirth actually said nothing for the longest while despite the bold claims of the supposed angel that was hovering amongst them. Then there was a deep, deep rumble that resonated - even through the very ground itself. A look to the dragon's maw would show something of a smirk drawn along the length of his lips, and the sound was very much an amused chuckle.
His furled paw would lower to the ground, letting a tiny hatchling - @cuteness1 - free himself from his little confinement to nose about and explore. He seemed to hold a bit of resemblance to the mighty beast, though definitely much smaller - and he held a pair of wonder-filled eyes that wanted to see everything.
"Let us move past such bold claims - for I am certain you are no daughter of mine, while some have dubbed myself as a 'god'. Hardly a thing," he replied, laughing again.
He settled himself seated comfortably, keeping part of his attention focused on the little guy at his feet. "Regardless, I am curious to this offer."
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Kyzakriel
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Physical Description: A huge, four-legged dragon covered in grey-brown scales and razor sharp spikes. Standing at just under 80 metres long, Kyzakriel's body is so large that villages and towns will pass under his shadow - and the flames of his breath are enough to burn hundreds.
Near impervious to mortal weapons and elements, it would take nothing short of magic or dragon-slaying weapons to harm him.
Registered: Sept 30, 2017 11:32:15 GMT -8
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Post by Kyzakriel on Sept 30, 2017 18:54:09 GMT -8
A shadow passed overheard, shrouding a large part of the field in shade and filling the sky with the shape of a dragon as he passed in front of the setting sun. Slowly circling them, he looked down upon his gathering kin and then began to descend towards them. Yet rather than setting down in the field with the others, he passed Nerwendel in the air and came to ground on top of the encamped hill.
It was here that the full extent of his size could be truly seen. Kyzakriel was not the largest there, for that honour went to @tuesirth, but it was clear that the newcomer was second when it came to size and their difference was not so great as to be dwarfed. He stood over the camp, facing on towards the other dragons with each foot around the corners of it with legs like scale-covered towers.
"She does not lie," the dragon spoke to them, his voice a boom that caused the ground to shake. "I am Kyzakriel, known to some as The Inferno."
With reddish-grey scales, Kyzakriel's mouth was full of razor sharp pikes and his frame was adorned in horns and spike-like protrusions. Some of those there might know and recognise him, but to many he would be as much a stranger as the woman with the bloody wings. He continued to speak, addressing the dragons before him as though he had been preparing what to say before his arrival.
"For years too many to recall, I have slumbered within my mountain. I am a prideful creature, with only the flames of my breath burning hotter. I was content in my hibernation, but there was a time when my name was uttered in fear for so destructive were my tendencies towards men and their constructions. Lady Nerwendel sought me in my home, woke me from my sleep and told me the same things that you are being told now. I dismissed her as pitiful and, being a dragon of might, I was set upon destroying her for her insolence! And yet, despite the fire of my breath and the crushing power of my jaws, I was defeated and forced to bow my head in shame."
By this point, it seemed as though Kyzakriel's rehearsed 'speech' was beginning to unravel and his words started to come instead from his core; pure and without shame.
"Yet she raised my head with her hand and treated me as her own. It is impossible for me to deny her status as divine, when I myself have stared upon its glory, been forced to the ground by its power and then lifted again by its mercy. I will not claim she is all powerful or unable to be defeated, for that would not be true. I simply say that of all those I have encountered in my long life, I have met no other worthy of my loyalty. I suggest you all listen to her offer and consider it seriously, for she promises to once again make us worthy of our names."
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Nerwendel Bloodwing
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Physical Description: https://i.imgur.com/u5vWoho.jpg - for a full image of Nerwendel.
Nerwendel has pale, flowing hair and a skin-tone that's not much darker. Every inch of her body commands power and respect, from the muscles under her skin to her posture and the beauty of her Stygian eyes.
The things most noticeable about her are her feathered wings; as white as snow and each having a span of almost seven feet. Parts of these wings, like a significant portion of the ends of her hair, are stained with a thick, blood-like red. These stains are from where she gets her last name, a moniker given to her by those who've seen them.
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Clothes and Equipment: Nerwendel is most often seen wearing a suit of master-crafted plate armour. It's adorned with engraved patterns of runes and ferocious creatures such as dragons, but it isn't fully-covering and its purpose seems to be more for show than actual defence. Occasionally she will wear a metal crown with thorn-like prongs, but never a helmet.
She wields two weapons: a longsword capable of cleaving through all but the strongest of armour and a staff-like spear, with one end a ferocious stabbing dagger and the other a focus for magic.
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Registered: Sept 29, 2017 7:21:07 GMT -8
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Post by Nerwendel Bloodwing on Sept 30, 2017 19:45:20 GMT -8
Nerwendel remained calm and composed, taking no offence to the words and actions of those dragons who were unsurprisingly sceptical of her. She listened to their words and their reactions, but her reply was halted before she could give it by the arrival of Kyzakriel. Whether or not she had expected his speech or co-operated with him on it, she remained silent and waited until he was finished before moving on.
"It is true," she told them again, "that my father is 'god'. He is the one who created this world and Lord of the City of White; ruler of the realm known as Heaven." Again, was there any truth in her words or only delusion? "He has no true name known to me except 'father', yet he is also called many things in the realms of mortals and elf-kind."
She took a pause, looking down upon the dragons and examining each of them in turn. "I am not here to talk about him, for he is not here and I am not wanting you to bow before me and grovel like dogs. I am here because, as I said, I have an offer. I have an ambition to prove myself worthy of my heritage, to raise an army and lead it in conquest to forge a new nation and a new world that we can shape in our hands to be exactly what we desire it to be!"
She was aware that dragons didn't have hands, but she hoped the meaning wouldn't be lost on them.
"And I am inviting all of you here, first, to join me in this venture. The dragons are a race both powerful and wise, with intelligence beyond that of mortal men, magic superior to elf-kind and power above both of them. And yet what do you have to show for it? I do not see your kind ruling, or being followed by those races as I would expect them to follow? I would make each of you as powerful as a king, I would give each of you lordship over the lands I take and the freedom to rule them however you wish for as long as you remain loyal to me. After all, I see very few who are as worthy to rule as the dragons."
She took in a deep breath, then added on the closing comments of her offer. "That is my offer. I will not force any of you to follow me if you do not wish it and bid you good luck in your journeys should you choose to leave; I called this gathering and I will not introduce violence to it."
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 17, 2024 2:57:55 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2017 19:54:29 GMT -8
Regardless of what others of his kin had to say on the matter, his expression fell and clearly showed a distaste for what this offer was.
"You are a fool," was his only reply amongst the words of others looking weigh in on their opinions or ask their questions. He was the mountain; he knew patience. If this supposed daughter of 'god' wanted clarity, she would approach him for it. For the moment? He watched his son roll around in a flower patch and gnaw at the petals.
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Riley Fletcher and Cheesecake
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 121
Age: 25
Physical Description: Riley Fletcher is a red-haired human standing 6 feet in height, with the body of a trained soldier. His hair has been described as "red and floppy" and his clothes always seem to be their cleanest. Cheesecake is a fairy standing 6 inches in height, wearing a pink skirt. She has short blonde hair with a tiny cowlick that never seems to go away no matter what.
Clothes and Equipment: Riley's normal attire includes his red armor and green-tinted plate pieces and his green scythe with an amber blade. The scythe was a gift from the archfey themselves. Riley will be the first to admit a scythe isn't actually a viable weapon but the archfey, living in another plane of existence and having no idea what humans consider weapons, gifted him one thinking that because "it's super awesome-looking" it must be a proper weapon.
He keeps a longsword and shield as a backup for when the archfey are proven wrong. Along with his weapon, Riley carries with him standard adventuring gear as well as healing potions for when they're traveling. Cheesecake's small size means she's not able to carry much more than her rapier (essentially a metal toothpick).
Registered: Aug 23, 2017 9:00:03 GMT -8
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Post by Riley Fletcher and Cheesecake on Sept 30, 2017 20:02:50 GMT -8
The party from the Heroes' Guild arrives to check out what is going on, trying to stay far enough away to not be spotted and stay under cover. Doobie would tell his allies to place their hands on his back so that he could share with them information that he gathered through his Astral Projection ability, they could spectate everything Doobie's spirit projection saw and heard. Before beginning his Astral Projection he'd talk to Riley Fletcher and Cheesecake , "While I'm doing this, I'm not going to be able to move my body until my spirit returns. I'm depending on you to defend me if we're discovered, until I can return to my body. I'll be able to communication with you as long as you are touching me." With that said, Doobie began to astral project, his spirit flew out toward the gathering of dragons. His spirit looked all around to get a view of all the surroundings and spotted Nerwendel Bloodwing. <<God's Daughter?>>Riley nodded, but it was futile. A single dragon is too much for him, but multiple? He might as well not bother, the struggling would only make his death more painful. Riley sat nearby Doobie's body, holding his scythe with one hand, silently watching the dragons. Cheesecake remained asleep, and for everyone's sake he had hoped she would the duration of the meeting.
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Wah Doobie
Committed
Roleplay posts: 64
Age: 2
Clothes and Equipment: Day Gown, Headdress, black socks, Polotimpimpapimpopo Wand (A memento of his dead friend Appopo)
Allegiances: Doobie Family
Registered: Jan 18, 2017 18:06:21 GMT -8
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Post by Wah Doobie on Sept 30, 2017 20:34:22 GMT -8
Wah Doobie was already at the field before @tuesirth arrived, and once the massive dragon showed up, Wah cowered in fear. He didn't know big dragons were going to be here! This was a mistake! Wah just wanted to go home.
However, being near Tuesirth seemed to protect him from the other threats nearby. Wah payed no mind to the bird lady up in the sky, mostly because he wasn't able to comprehend what she was talking about anyway, let the adults talk about adult things. Slowly he became more confident and scrambled over to be underneath the shade of Tuesirth's wingspan. It seemed either the big dragon didn't notice him, or didn't think he was worth paying attention to as he sets down a smaller dragon that was in his paw. Wah was curious now, was this a kid like him? He watched @cuteness1 and shyly inched closer, after a couple minutes of hesitation Wah tries to get his attention by waving. Maybe they could be friends!
"Pssst!...Pssst!... Um h-h-hello?" Wah squeaked as he tried to be brave. He was a timid child to start with and this was still a scary situation.
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Asaph, Dream Hunter
Committed
Roleplay posts: 82
Age: 700
Physical Description: A hybrid Orium and Blue dragon, about 20 meters long, 15 meters standing, and a 20 meter wingspan, mostly blue scales, but with a red underbelly and wings. He is covered in battle scars.
Clothes and Equipment: A gauntlet that gives resistance to the elements, and a ring on one of its horns that enhances its mana pool. An experimental set of armor to help him fight enemy dragons, a more recent addition.
Registered: Oct 25, 2015 11:40:24 GMT -8
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Post by Asaph, Dream Hunter on Sept 30, 2017 21:25:55 GMT -8
"Agreed." Asaph said, following Tuesirth's proclamation. He crawled down the hill so that he was in a better position to speak. At the base of the hill, he stood partially upright, his long muscled arms propping up his reptilian body.
"Your speech reeks of mortal hubris, and you clearly have no understanding of the ways of dragons." The dragon spoke with an indignant and admonishing tone, and his voice carried just as far as it needed to. "We dragons are forces of nature, and unique in spirit. I am a strange case, for I am a half breed, but I shall use myself as an example. My father was a blue dragon, my mother an orium dragon. Thus I am a lover of combat and a purveyor of history and ancient things, the latter of which I'm sure means nothing to your ally, Kyzakriel."
The dragon approached a bit closer, more towards "The Inferno" than Bloodwing. However, his gaze tended to settle more on the so-called divine one.
"As forces of nature, we do not fly under one banner, nor serve a single ideal. Would you tame a tsunami with the same magic as you would quell an earthquake, or silence a tornado? To even have a fleeting hope of success in this endeavor, you would be better served addressing us as individuals. Even if I were to believe your claim that you somehow subdued Kyzakriel and earned his loyalty, I am not Kyzakriel. The earth guardian you see before you, protecting his hatchling, he is not Kyzakriel. Kyzakriel is Kyzakriel. Kyzakriel's loyalty may be earned by besting him, for he is what he is. But we are different. We are our own souls, our own strength, our own ideals. If you do not learn this quickly, then you do not deserve the loyalty of more than a single dragon."
When he got close enough to say that he was part of the gathering now, the dragon turned his snout towards Kyzakriel. "Do not misunderstand me. I respect your power, and do not question your decision to serve this... person. But again, I, Asaph, am me. And you, are you. Even the rallying cries of divine beings cannot change this." His tone was more diplomatic, but not submissive. It wasn't the first time he had addressed a dragon four times his size.
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Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 259
Age: 850
Physical Description: Neva's form is as fluid as the rivers she protects. Her usual form is approximately forty meters, armored with an incredibly thick, scaly hide. Her head is a armored as well, with long horns or fins, depending on whether she is moving through water or land. In her human form she tends to take the shape of a young, tanned, attractive woman, with long dark hair. Finally, she can take the form of any animal that spends the majority of its life in any watery area of the world.
Clothes and Equipment: In her human form, she is wearing thick leather armor of a similar substance to her dragon hide. The only weapons she wields are a pair of javelins and a long spear. The weapons are magical as she sees fit, variously imbuing them with her own magical powers.
Registered: May 17, 2016 15:08:26 GMT -8
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Post by Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden on Oct 1, 2017 6:18:25 GMT -8
And there it was, the offer to join, to serve . Just as all the others who had blown the horn had done. Why they couldn't just chat, ask for wisdom or advice was beyond her. Her skin rippled as she took the closest approximation to her true form, tattoos forming into scales that were slowly shifting towards red. She was, without a doubt, the smallest dragon there, but the sheer power she radiated more than made up for it.
"Why is it always conquest? There is plenty of unclaimed land, and if you are truly the divine being you claim to be, then it will be no issue to convince, peacefully, others to join you. Like Tuesirth, there are many that worship me as a divine being, and in a sense they are right, though I make no such claim. For I wield power over an area much more vast then you could ever grant me, the sea itself and all the waters of this world. I do not rule them though, I protect them, from those who wish to subjugate it or harm it. You have the power to protect this world from the evils that befall it. I can not speak for the other dragons, for they do not have the responsibilities I do, but I will not bend the knee towards one so set on conquest as their method."
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Nerwendel Bloodwing
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Physical Description: https://i.imgur.com/u5vWoho.jpg - for a full image of Nerwendel.
Nerwendel has pale, flowing hair and a skin-tone that's not much darker. Every inch of her body commands power and respect, from the muscles under her skin to her posture and the beauty of her Stygian eyes.
The things most noticeable about her are her feathered wings; as white as snow and each having a span of almost seven feet. Parts of these wings, like a significant portion of the ends of her hair, are stained with a thick, blood-like red. These stains are from where she gets her last name, a moniker given to her by those who've seen them.
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Clothes and Equipment: Nerwendel is most often seen wearing a suit of master-crafted plate armour. It's adorned with engraved patterns of runes and ferocious creatures such as dragons, but it isn't fully-covering and its purpose seems to be more for show than actual defence. Occasionally she will wear a metal crown with thorn-like prongs, but never a helmet.
She wields two weapons: a longsword capable of cleaving through all but the strongest of armour and a staff-like spear, with one end a ferocious stabbing dagger and the other a focus for magic.
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Registered: Sept 29, 2017 7:21:07 GMT -8
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Post by Nerwendel Bloodwing on Oct 1, 2017 9:20:02 GMT -8
Looking down upon her critics, Nerwendel's lack of surprise seemed to indicate that she had expected such a reaction. Even so, it would be remiss of her to simply give up; to not engage them in debate and try to sway their minds to her cause. She approached @tuesirth first, slowly swooping down towards him until she remained a respectable distance away from his face. There was always the chance that he could try to snap her in his jaws and be done with it, but Nerwendel was confident enough in her speed that she was sure she could simply evade it. She was not expecting violence, but she hoped that the presence of Kyzakriel would serve as a potent factor in deterring aggressive behaviour until she had the chance to prove herself. "I admit that I do not know every dragon by name, but your size is an unmistakable indicator of your identity. You must be Tuesirth, are you not? I am curious why you call me a fool, but do not give your reason as to why? A word used but not given context is a nearly meaningless word, don't you think? Besides, sometimes it takes a person we perceive to be a fool to show us the truth," she told him. She would not stay by him, instead knowing that she had more dragons to address. They hadn't left yet, which at least gave her the opportunity to speak further and try to gauge their minds and ways. Next she approached Asaph, Dream Hunter, her wings glinting in the dying sunlight as she lowered herself to be his equal in height. "What is your name?" She asked him, examining him closely from her new position. "You are clearly wise, and correct in what you say. I realise I address no ordinary gathering, yet a gathering it is and I cannot speak to the individuals in it until I have spoken to it as a whole." She took a pause to look around her, then set her attention back on the dragon. "I cannot claim to be as well-versed in the histories as you surely are, but I know for certain that I do not lack understanding of the importance of the past. You call yourself a lover of both combat and ancient things; with me you will be able to pursue both. There are no more worthy beings to aid me in governing what I aim to create than yourselves and if you wish to preserve and protect history, then preserve and protect it we shall." After speaking she again left, her wings carrying her towards her third critic: Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden. Nerwendel touched down before her, her own wings folding in at her back. "Then you must be the one they call the Wavewarden, or am I wrong? You too are correct! I do not aim to solely pursue conquest, but to explore and settle empty lands. And am I not here, now, attempting to peacefully persuade you to join me? I cannot claim I can do so without issue, for despite my blood I am not a god wielding all-power, nor the ability to cast a spell and have you love me. But at least allow me to explain my reasoning for what I am attempting to do." With that she unfurled her wings and set off into the air again until she could see and address the gathered dragons as a whole. She looked briefly to Kyzakriel behind her, but soon continued speaking. "It is true I wish to prove myself, just as it is true that I have an ambition to form a mighty empire - through conquest if need be. But I am no simple warmonger, nor am I a violent thug or bandit who wishes nothing more than power for power's sake and gold enough to fill a temple. My father is god, yet my mother is not; she is from the people known as the Esharran, who reside in the floating city of Esharra that sits in the clouds and radiates glory and beauty. From the part of me that is Esharran, I know what it is to be a mortal man or a woman in this world; to taste mortality and all their desires. The kingdoms and empires of this world lack meaning, caring only for their own inherent desire to do terrible things and to wage war for petty personal ambition. Their leaders are either good-hearted but weak, or corrupt and possibly even tyrannical. For their own personal grievances they will march armies against their offenders and lay waste to the farms and the villages that occupy their countries! They will murder and rape the people who live there for no better reason than the thrill it gives them in the heat of the moment, and once victory or loss have been achieved they will return back to their towns and their castles awaiting for the endless cycle of revenge to begin anew. "My goals are beyond that. How long until this world erupts into an age of war and chaos? Even now, they speak of magical gems that cause tension and power play between nations. At any moment, growing hostilities could tip them over the edge and cause warriors to mobilise for war. Now, I know many of you are no doubt asking yourself if I am a hypocrite? Then I will answer you yes, I am! It is the side of me that is mortal, for to be mortal is to be hypocritical. Yet my divinity allows me to see beyond that, to see a true purpose that I must fulfil at all cost! I speak of war and conquest, but my goal is to end all war and conquest! If some of you will aid me, you dragons who are so mighty and wise, then I can create an empire and unite all under one banner. I can paint the biggest picture of them all; endless peace. And when our times have come, when we die of age or illness, we will have a guaranteed place in our own deserved heaven."
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