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 Oct 1, 2017 9:57:05 GMT -8
As the sun set and the sky darkened, Aetherdae's body illuminated the area around her like a disco ball, spheres of light seeming to move around under her scales. These lights of course were the thousands of souls she was made from. She took a moment to communicate with Purge for advice on her next action and he told her how to proceed.
"My Master is open to an alliance, it could be mutually beneficial for our goals. I will assist you in your campaign." Aetherdae announces her decision. If this being was going to bring war to the Overworld, that was perfect. The Overworld could be severely weakened with the destructive power of the dragons, no matter what happens Purge would win from this as the realm's most powerful would dwindle and make way for the vengeance of Seido. The Overworlders will pay for their reckless actions.
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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 Oct 1, 2017 14:38:26 GMT -8
Looking down his snout towards Asaph, Dream Hunter, Kyzakriel gave a grunt in response and released hot air from his nostrils. The camp below him seemed to be on edge, but apparently they trusted the dragon enough to feel protected with him there. "You waste your time addressing me," the dragon spoke, albeit calmly. "I am no diplomat or philosopher and I have nothing to say on the matter you speak of." He said nothing else, merely looking back on the gathering to see their reactions and keeping an eye out for any trouble that might begin brewing.
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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 15:46:44 GMT -8
"You make such claims, yet you have met none of the rulers I suspect. "Instead you come down with the arrogance to assume that good mortals are weak, and strong mortals are evil. I will have no part of this. It is not our place to rule them, and they will fight you with everything they have."
And emerge victorious I bet. she thought.
Her scales flashed a dangerous red as she spoke, waves of anger clearly emanating from her, matched by the rapid increase in river activity behind her.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 17, 2024 1:28:35 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2017 17:43:58 GMT -8
Tuesirth only smirked broadly at the mild address in response to what he said, but of course she had to address everyone in the end. He waited patiently, deterred momentarily as he could see and feel a fellow Warden become aggressive in anger. He would be careful to replace his foreclaws and lower his head, looking directly at her in proper respect as well as lower his tone.
"Settle, Wavewarden. Though your crimson scales are lovely, the blue suits you better. This is not worth you becoming angry over," he would purr softly, hoping to help ease her. Indeed, he didn't like how his fellow kin looked upon anger - and this was a silly proposal in all. It wasn't worth the dragon becoming heated like that, in his opinion.
Again he would rise to full height from where he sat, looking upon the winged human with a level, almost blank stare. At least the years taught him of patience, and a great deal of it. "Indeed, I am Tuesirth the Mountain, servant of the earth. And though I cannot speak for all of my kin, I think many of us feel we are a far cry from that of our ancestors - the pillagers and hoarders and 'princess kidnappers' of old," he would add with a gentle chuckle. You say rule, but if such were a wanted case I can assure you any one of us alone would already be doing so.
"I have no desire to rule over anyone or anything. I serve to protect the ground we walk upon and those that also wander upon it. I think you can see that, despite my birth, this is my place," he would say, trying to pad the ground beneath a single claw as gently as he could to make the point to his reference. "And it is for all beings in the end.
"It supports the life-giving essence so that it does not fall off the world..." He would point to Neva.
"At the end of the day, even the sky-bound must come down to rest upon the earthen bed..." He would point to Asaph.
"And it is the place of birth for every generation having been or yet to come." His head would turn to look down upon his child as he busied himself with something else in his sights.
His attention would swiftly return to look upon the woman with a grim, hard stare now. Despite the power and authority in him alone, he was anything but aggressive. "I have no desire to taking. For conquest. Which I find a very amusing stance for you to state, and the try to justify it with a delusion of grandeur such as divinity. Birth from a 'god'. Yet you sound very much like certain humans I have heard as they trekked across my back to make their way through a mountain ridge. But I've also heard this - 'the path to hell is paved with the best of intentions'. And indeed, it is.
"At least you are aware of your hypocrisy but that doesn't excuse you from it. It doesn't allow anyone to forgive you for it. You spoke of no violence yet I promise you that your vision of uniting all nations and realms under a single banner will come to exactly that - violence. War. Chaos. If you pursue this, YOU will be that breaking thread that will cause the eruption you spoke of. Have you not seen what happens when you try to take the living - or place of living - from someone? Whether it's human, Elf-kind, dragon - it doesn't matter. They will fight to defend it, because it is theirs and they want to keep it."
The mighty beast would huff something out of annoyance before tacking on a bit more. "And if you attempt to try to persuade us with ends justifying a means, then I will say you truly are just like every other conquest-bent mortal out there... right down to the sense of self worth and self-entitled enthusiasm. I apologize, but I hardly see this divinity in you." He would lean closer to her, his voice dropping a little lower. "I see another conqueror."
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 17, 2024 1:28:35 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2017 17:50:24 GMT -8
Noroth was happy exploring this new area - and Daddy was nearby, so he was safe! He just wished Momma was feeling better and could come, too. But for now he settled with sniffing about and rolling in a bed of flowers. They were so soooooft~ A hissing sound caught his attention, and he saw someone nearby... or something. He didn't know what Wah Doobie was. But he didn't seem scary, so the little dracling rolled over onto his stubby little legs and waddled closer - watching the thing with wide eyes filled with wonder.
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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 Oct 1, 2017 18:17:25 GMT -8
The small dragon noticed him! Wah felt more anxious than he was before, but Noroth was actually cute once he came a little closer. "H-hey, w-what's your name? My naame is -gulp- Wah."
Even though he was nervous he tried to seem friendly. He looks up at Tuesirth as he moves and talks. "He must be your daddy, right? He-he-he's sssooo big! He looks all rocky, which is c-cool, I uh I collect rocks."
Wah some of his prettiest stones out of his pocket and holds them in his had to show them to Noroth, they were of a variety of colors and luster. Looking at his stones, Wah starts to calm down and stops shaking. "I don't know where my daddy is... I miss him."
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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 Oct 1, 2017 18:46:44 GMT -8
Asaph nodded at Kyzakriel and backed away.
Aetherdae's use of the word master took him aback, but he did his best to conceal his surprise.
There was little change in his demeanor when Bloodwing approached him. Only his nostrils flared and his head cocked as he took in the strange woman's presence as much as he could, assessing her from every angle he could think of.
After Tsuerith spoke, Asaph followed suit. "There is no challenging the commonality of all dragons, their pride. If a dragon chooses to be a warden, then they are a Warden until the mountains whither and the sun turns black. You waste your breath with them. As for the girl of wisp and bone, all I will say is, do not take her allegiance lightly..." His reptilian eyes narrowed at her.
"As for myself, I will not be swayed by bribes. I can obtain whatever I wish through my own methods. To imply otherwise is to suggest that I am weak. And that is a mistake. No, there is but one way to secure my aid. You must be worthy of it. And my criteria for worthiness is likely different from your own.
I will ask you two questions. And if you fail to answer both of them to my satisfaction, then I am leaving. The first is this. What is the greatest possible outcome any leader can achieve in conflict? And the second, what separates the highest form of war from the lowest, the element that separates a barbarian from a true general? If you can show me that your wisdom approaches mine, we will talk further. And because you are clearly fond of grandiose speeches and elegant rhetoric, I restrict you to seven words or less, for both answers combined. Though if you are truly wise you should only need five."
The dragon smirked as well as a lizard could smirk, confident in his victory.
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Post by Kharn, Champion of Wrath on Oct 2, 2017 3:46:07 GMT -8
The portal flared to life in a chorus of angry screams, and through it stepped Kharn, Champion of Ira, Daemonlord of Wrath. His Lord was most impressed with the sheer arrogance displayed by this person, and thus Kharn stood at the head of two dozen Wrathbringers, ready to pledge their support to the coming war.
"The Lord Ira would pledge his support to you, Daughter of the One True God. We ask for nothing in return, save shrines to our Lord and Master in the lands you conquer."
Kharn and the Wrathbringers all bent the knee before the winged demigod. Any who attempted to discern the truth behind their words by examining their thoughts would only find a blind, incoherent rage.
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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 Oct 2, 2017 8:08:55 GMT -8
Riley Fletcher and Cheesecake <Demons are here too, Riley, this is bad news. They' re going to conquer our world!> Doobie communicated with Riley and continued to keep an eye out for his son while also getting as much information as he could. He couldn't see Wah yet with what all was going on.
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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 Oct 2, 2017 8:39:41 GMT -8
Riley Fletcher and Cheesecake <Demons are here too, Riley, this is bad news. They' re going to conquer our world!> Doobie communicated with Riley and continued to keep an eye out for his son while also getting as much information as he could. He couldn't see Wah yet with what all was going on. Riley looked up in surprise. He wasn't expecting a telepathic communication. Looking around curiously for the source, he eventually tried speaking in his mind to see if that worked. "Global domination? From demons? This is far beyond my paygrade, I don't know how much use I'd be." He communicated back, "You're going to need the entire guild's help on this, perhaps even more." He sighed, knowing he wasn't much help in circumstances like this. He's just some soldier, not a superhero. Even Cheesecake had her limits and half the time she didn't reach it. Still, having demons and dragons control the planet didn't sound that great and he was asked if he could assist so he'd do what he could. He only wished he could do more.
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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 Oct 2, 2017 9:03:40 GMT -8
Mariah growled with frustration with all the dragons around, they all seemed like difficult prey. She was getting desperate for food, perhaps she'd have to take a chance. Looking over at the biggest dragon though, she spots two smaller creatures beneath him, @cuteness1 and Wah Doobie . Children, those would do fine, but she needed to be careful that Tuesirth wouldn't catch her before she could snatch one of them up. Stealthily Mariah crept around, stalking the dragonling and kobold, sizing them up and looking for an opportunity though at the time they were under Tuesirth's protection. For now she waited, but as time passed she would become more and more impatient and ravenous.
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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 2, 2017 11:33:43 GMT -8
Nerwendel listened to the words of both @tuesirth and Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden, but it was clear to her now that there would be no changing their mind or their ways. She chose to no longer spend her energy on speaking to them, though she was slightly alarmed by the Wavewarden's apparent rise in hostile demeanour. Instead there were others - two had already pledged, the wisp dragon Aetherdae and the demon creature known as Kharn, Champion of Wrath. She recognised them immediately for what they were; people who would ride the wave of her actions towards their own ends, false followers and secret betrayers! Still she would accept them, for loyalties could be changed and conspiracies could be uncovered. "I welcome you both," she addressed them. "We shall speak further on this matter when we leave this place." And there was still a third - Asaph, Dream Hunter! She listened to his questions, which reminded her somewhat of a riddle, and gave a laugh to him in response. "Very well, I will try and humour you. Though surely you must see that this question is subjective, with answers depending on which person you were to ask? I will give you the answer I would expect in your position in exactly five words, but I make no promise that you will accept them." She took a deep breath, then continued. "My answer to your first question is this: 'victory without loss'. My answer to your second is this: 'higher purpose'. I will not elaborate on either of them, for that would be breaking the conditions of your request." After that she went silent, waiting for his reply.
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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 Oct 2, 2017 11:41:00 GMT -8
"Calm yourself, Wavewarden!" Came Kyzakriel's deafening growl.
"This is a gathering of our kind. To bring violence to this field is a crime that cannot be forgiven," he told her, his nostrils flaring as he lowered the end of his jaws down her. From his breath alone, the grass began to crisp and lightly burn; threatening at any moment to erupt into wildfire. Yet he made care to stamp out any flames that rose with the bottom of his clawed feet, pushing dirt over them to smother.
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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 Oct 2, 2017 12:05:23 GMT -8
Asaph snorted and cocked his head slightly, the reptilian equivalent of a derisive chuckle. "But isn't that the point, small feathered one? To see if you are the sort of person I wish to befriend." Asaph stretched out his wings and began to back up towards a more open space.
"And unfortunately, your answers have confirmed my suspicions. We are not compatible. You see, for the first question I was careful with my wording, to see if you could think of anything other than violence. I said leader and conflict. I did not say general and war. Your answer was as good as could be expected from someone like you, but the answer I sought was 'to win without fighting', something I doubt you are capable of.
"I admit, the second question was more difficult, and perhaps more subjective. But higher purpose is far from what I had in mind. In fact, in my seven centuries of study and experience, I have found that the strongest motivator of human gallantry is in fact one of the most primordial: survival. In those same seven centuries I have found that the only thing higher purpose is correlated with is body count. No, the answer I was looking for was a skill, a very important skill for a commander which once again I doubt you possess: deception. You see, a true commander knows to appear weak when they are strong, and strong when they are weak, to strike where attack is not expected, and withhold where attacking is obvious, to use intelligence and spies as well as swords and thunderbolts. While this may seem dishonorable, it is battles fought with deception that result in minimal loss of life on both sides. A true general wins battles easily and without fuss, without staining the battlefields in blood. Thus it is a paradox that songs of glory and honor are not written of the worst generals, but also not of the very best.
Your answers have given me great insight into your lack of experience as well as your contempt for your enemy. You may have the power of a divine being, but you certainly don't think like one. Many people will die by your hand regardless of your intentions, and I will have no part of it. Stick to writing pretty speeches... fool."
The great dragon flapped his ocean blue and crimson wings. His frame began to lift off the ground...
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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 2, 2017 12:31:35 GMT -8
At Tuesirth's words her scales calmed to a deep blue, and the water behind her returned to normal.
"Apologies, you're right, this charlatan isn't worth..." and then the other dragon spoke, and her scales turned black, the water behind her going completely still, as if before a tsunami.
"You call this a gathering of our kind ? This is a pathetic farce at its best, designed to trick those of us with more brawn than brain. And it would seem that such a discrepancy is most evident in you. Too stupid to be clever like most dragons, so you grew bigger to compensate? Your ancestors must be so proud. It is dragons like you that are the reason so many of our kind are hunted without reason."
Her tone remained perfectly calm, but her eyes reflected all of the disgust she could muster at the poor excuse for a dragon before her.
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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 2, 2017 12:43:44 GMT -8
"And I say it is you who is the fool," Nerwendel told Asaph, Dream Hunter , her eyes having rolled in her skull after listening to his reply. "It is clear to me that you heard my answer, but you did not listen to it. You accuse me of not giving you an answer that I gave; you claim you did not say general and war, but since when does 'victory without loss' refer only to generals and war? Can you not be victorious in a game of cards? Is it not better to be victorious in a game of cards without losing a single one of your own? And even in war, does loss not also apply to the enemy? Is winning without fighting not synonymous with victory without loss?" She spat, slightly irritated. "What saddens me is that if you actually took the time to speak with me, you would understand that we agree on many of these things. Deception is a great tool, but just because I did not use it as my answer does not mean I do not recognise its value. You asked me what separates the highest form of war from the lowest and I gave you an answer that is more correct than your own: higher purpose. Even a rat can be deceptive; a spider, a cowardly thief. But higher purpose? A man who fights only for himself and his own greed is the lowest of all warriors. But a man who fights for something beyond himself? For a purpose higher than he? A goal, an ideal, even a person or god? Then that man no longer wages a selfish war, but a righteous one." She replied, clearly disappointed in the dragon. "There is no greater warrior than one who can do both these things, don't you think? To win without loss a victory for a higher purpose than himself. But I understand now, you were never interested in joining me - you merely wanted to try and make me out to be nothing more than an idiot and a fool. Well I consider you a hypocrite and a failure in that endeavour - though I am not beyond forgiveness." Nerwendel sighed, then looked down upon the rest of the gathering.
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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 Oct 2, 2017 12:54:26 GMT -8
Any rage that would have normally showed on Kyzakriel as a result of Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden's words seemed now to be expertly hid, his emotions controlled and calm. The dragon might have infuriated him at any other time, but at that moment he had a duty not to bring open conflict to the field. That said, Kyzakriel was not one to forget an insult... Perhaps at some later time... "Your words bounce from my scales like harmless pebbles, Wavewarden," was all he said in reply.
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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 Oct 2, 2017 13:57:14 GMT -8
Asaph's form came down with a loud thump.
Oh no she didn't.
"You call me a hypocrite and a fool. Well I say you are a liar and an equivocator. It is perfectly obvious what you are trying to do. You plan on gathering as much firepower as you can using the strongest beings you can muster. You call upon dragons, but demon lords are perfectly acceptable, are they? And I don't know what Aetherdae is, but if she is a dragon, then you are a fool for not showing great concern over a being that she would allow herself to call 'master'. Dragons do not recognize masters; therefore you should be alarmed!" He bellowed.
"But of course you're not. You wouldn't dare to be. Because you need us. You need 'magic above elf kind' and 'wisdom beyond men', and 'power beyond both'. You need the power to dominate, to subjugate, and to destroy. Otherwise you have nothing. Even your reply was not an attempt to defend your position or prove me wrong. It was an attempt to defeat me. Anything less than absolute superiority causes your heart to burn a hole through your chest and bloody your lungs. I can practically see you flesh melting off your face as we speak!
Victory without fighting requires negotiation. And the greatest, most divine negotiators possess an attribute which you do not possess, something they can call upon at will, which you couldn't summon from the deepest recesses of your soul. And I will bet my greatest ancient treasure that you cannot name it. I won't even waste my time awaiting that answer from you."
Once again, the dragon began to beat his wings against the earth and lift off the ground, with more fervor than before. If she was going to say anything in response, it had better be quick!
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Fol-lu, Skywarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 123
Age: Pretty Dang Old
Physical Description: Fol-lu has two forms, one which is his human form. In this form, he appears as an elegant looking man standing at an even 6’0’’ with long black hair. This is only his preferred mortal form, however, and he can take others if need be.
His draconic form is is that of an enormous feathered dragon, with a gleaming golden gem (the Dragon's Tear) embedded in his forehead, just between two golden eyes. The gem radiates with magical power, granted only to the Skywarden. The Skywarden's true form is roughly 200 feet long, and it is in this form that he is most powerful. He has the ability to decrease the size of this form at will.
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Clothes and Equipment: Fol-lu wears whatever is appropriate for the situation, whether that be a garb of silken finery or a set of comfortable traveling clothes. He also wears armor in battle at times, and commonly uses a polearm of legendary qualities. The weapon’s shaft is about as long as a short spear, except it is tipped with a long single edged blade that curves upwards at the tip for increased slashing power, this weapon is commonly referred to as a glaive. His weapon and armor can be summoned at will through the use of magic, since carrying around such things are an inconvenience one with power such as Fol-lu's does not have to deal with.
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Registered: Feb 15, 2016 20:58:32 GMT -8
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Post by Fol-lu, Skywarden on Oct 2, 2017 14:03:43 GMT -8
A while after the proceedings had begun another dragon would appear in the sky, heading towards the gathered group. The dragon glided through the air with grace gliding down almost soundlessly upon white feathered wings. Upon the dragon's forehead, a golden gem glows dully like a golden morning sun.
Neva would recognize the dragon as the Skywarden as he landed, no doubt, as they had interacted before. The Skywarden was not the largest or second largest dragon there, though one would still be surprised by just how little his landing disturbed his surroundings as if he had floated down lightly to the ground as a feather.
The Skywarden would bow his head slightly as a sign of respect to those gathered there already, "It has been a long time since that horn has sounded. I suspect this gathering is of great importance. Therefore, I apologize for being late."
He would look around then, expecting someone would fill him in.
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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 Oct 2, 2017 14:18:34 GMT -8
Aetherdae felt a wave of disgust toward the Demons that had arrived, the souls within her advised her to not like the denizens of that lower realm. She was being talked about but wouldn't explain anything or defend herself unless she was directly spoken to about it. For now she sat pretty and watched as Fol-lu now arrived.
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