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 3, 2017 2:40:22 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. "Told you my method of travel was faster." She said, scales warming to a soft blue as Fol-lu landed. They had reconciled in Quying, discovering that they both were worshipped by the people there. "You have missed nothing but this deluded charlatan" She flicked her tail towards Bloodwing, " and this simpleton," another contemptuous flick, this time at the dragon backing her, "trying to convince us that she is the daughter of the 'one true God', a being that does not exist, and that therefore we should help her conquer the world in exchange for our own personal fiefdoms." She stared him directly in the eye, not needing to say that such a thing was also forbidden by their oaths as Wardens. They were Guardians, not destroyers.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 16, 2024 23:31:27 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2017 7:15:30 GMT -8
There would be a resonating hum, a deep sound trumpeting from Tuesirth as he momentarily lifted his head up to the skies and let out the bellow - a sound that was an attentive song, calling for order. He would then lower his head again, a set of peering, hard eyes looking over those present. "Order, brothers and sisters. There is no need for this. Greetings, Fol-lu, Skywarden. You've hardly missed anything. This human," he would gesture with a pointed nod at the floating woman with blood-stained wings, "made a call in hopes of acquiring dragonforce for her whims of conquest. Whether you opt to decline or oblige is entirely up to you, though I will have no part of it and neither will Wavewarden. "And you." His attention would shift solely to Kyzakriel, looking a bit disappointed - perhaps a touch agitated. "I would hope you curb your aggression as Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden has. While you feel some sort of loyalty owed to this human, I certainly hope you have not forgotten your roots - and even more disturbing, would raise a hand against them for said human. Indeed, there are too many of our kind that are killed and hunted by those outside dragon kin to be continually fighting and killing amongst ourselves. And I would hope that you see the wisdom in why, despite this, we mustn't fight... and certainly mustn't give in to baser urges just because the outcome is easier. I would like to think we are ALL a bit better than that." His eyes would shift to Nerwendel Bloodwing again, making his next words a clear intention directed at her despite his speech for those around to hear. "After all, some come to us for our widsom. Our strength. Our ability, to try and be better than some."
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 16, 2024 23:31:27 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2017 7:21:05 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." Sadly, the little dracling wasn't in any position to talk. He could only spit out a few words, one of which was a butchered version of 'hello' - which he happily pronounced when Wah came closer. But in general, the most he could do was babble and express in his eyes. But he stared in awe at the pretty rocks when they were presented to him. He felt this thing that approached him wasn't a mean thing - he was nice! So Noroth waddled closer, right up beside Wah with little concern. However when he saw the stones be began to sniff at them intently. They smelled different, each one. It was strange. He'd never smelled that on rocks before. He actually would try to nip at one, to what end was anyone's guess.
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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 4, 2017 8:35:59 GMT -8
Now that @cuteness1 was close he gently pet him where he figured would feel good if he himself were petted. Wah felt elated now to have this close contact with a dracling, it was like a human child petting a dog, though dragons and kobolds are closer relatives.
"Ah~ You're nice." When Noroth nipped at his rocks he wouldn't pay much mind at first since he was distracted with looking at Noroth, but then as he actually got one or more in his mouth he'd gasp. "Oh! My rocks... ohh... well. Hahaha, I guess it's ok I can find new ones, they help grind food in your belly at least! Good for digestion."
Wah moves over to Noroth's side and check out his little wings, he didn't want to waste this opportunity to get a proper look at one of the dragons his Daddy had told him about. "Do you fly with these yet?"
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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 4, 2017 11:35:32 GMT -8
"And again you disappoint me," Nerwendel replied to Asaph, Dream Hunter along with little more than a sigh. The fabrics that formed the underlay of her armour and fell around her greaves flapped in the wind in a frantic red, but that was the only frantic thing about her. Her heart seemed to bear no less calmly than her wings, which moved only enough to keep her suspended there above the ground. "I offered a sensible retort to your answer and insult, but instead of attempting to further engage me on it you simply insult me further and throw a tantrum. I will not attempt to persuade you to stay, for your mind is clearly made up against me." As Fol-lu, Skywarden touched down, Nerwendel gave him something of a smile. It seemed courteous to bow in response, since there was no shame in exchanging such a gesture with such a magnificent looking dragon, and afterwards she replied to him. "They simplify my message, but I will assume that you agree with your colleagues. I have my goals and motivations but it seems to me that I waste my words attempting to persuade. Still, I was the one who ordered the horn be blown and as such I will remain here until all others have come and gone, as seems rightfully fair. If, during that time, you wish to speak openly? Then I will oblige."
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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 4, 2017 11:43:41 GMT -8
Kyzakriel huffed at @tuesirth, though it was one of frustration more than anything. "Why do you ask me to curb my aggression when I stand here facing repeated aggressive insults from the same colleague that you suggest I emulate?" He asked, giving a glance towards Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden but otherwise not replying to her. "I am not being aggressive in the slightest in response, so I feel it unfair that you would accuse me of being some sort of agitator in the presence of someone who does nothing but attack me and the one who I owe my loyalty!" He blinked his large, yellow eyes and released a small, unintentional spout of flame from his nostrils. "But do not fret, for I do not forget my roots, nor the reason for them. The very fact that our kind is hunted is why I believe it is so important to us to follow Lady Nerwendel, for under her laws no longer will would-be 'champions' hunt us and our young for little more than glory and sport. I understand your meaning but I disagree; I believe if we do nothing, we are doomed."
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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 4, 2017 11:53:15 GMT -8
Asaph rose higher and higher into the air, and snorted at Nerwendel's final response. Then he looked towards Fol-Lu the Skywarden and once again, grinned as much as he could for a reptile. He had one last message for Nerwendel however, and so his scaley head turned once more to her.
"Dragons are the most prideful creatures on the earth, and yet here is one capable of showing more humility than you. How sad. I look forward to collecting the scrolls written of your valorous deeds in the next century. I'm sure most of them will remember you with contempt."
Regardless of Nerwendel's reply, Asaph would hear no more words. He would fly off into the sky, not to be seen again this day.
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Sa'ashrana, Manawarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 105
Age: Ancient
Physical Description: _______________
Sa'ashrana is a monstrously sized dragon. She stands 115' tall at the shoulder, and her wingspan is 611'; her body is long and broad, at 293' long. Her tail is as long as her body. It dwindles to a long, thin, snake like whip. She is ancient, Titanic. A dragon of magic, Her scales seem to glow faintly with golds, blues, and red hues depending on the lighting. Blue brightly glowing marks covering her body and wings show the magic flowing inside her. Her eyes are always aglow matching the marking on her form.
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http://i.imgur.com/TXGae1r.jpg?1
She tends to stay in an elven form however. Seemingly just another elf save to those that are gifted with magic. Blonde hair and simple close. She stands only 5'2 and blue eyes shine like jewels. He skin can however slightly change color depending on the lighting, and if one saw her naked they would notice a slight scale like pattern down her back.
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http://i.imgur.com/v1WEjYC.jpg
Clothes and Equipment: _______________
In her dragon form she wears nothing and has no need to.
In her elven form however she wears a simple white dress with a small leather vest on her upper body, supporting her bosom. Along with that she wears simple leather sandals and often a flowers in her hair.
Player's online availability : 2:30AM-4:00AM (UTC-6:00) + Weekends 12:00-4:00
Registered: Jun 12, 2016 1:36:54 GMT -8
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Post by Sa'ashrana, Manawarden on Oct 4, 2017 15:58:45 GMT -8
Lounging beneath her tree, half asleep in her elfin form. Then it came, a sound ancient but not unknown. The young elf stood. She went to work, magic flowing through her from the tree and within. Wards and barriers were erected. Savage traps and destructive forces were placed so that any fool hardy enough to trespass on her territory in her absence would meet an untimely end, should they pierce her barriers.
With her work done Sa'ashranna crouched as if she was ready to leap on prey. Her eyes changed from their elfish guise, taking their true slitted form. A pattern of scales appeared on her skin as a blue flame began to grow around her. She jumped, a flaming trail of blue fire reaching far above the trees. From the blue fire ball dragon's wings spread. Sa'ashranna's true form took shape. A massive monster, her wings covered in glowing blue markings and patterns, her body covered in stripes and swirls glowing blue like on her wings. In the morning sun her scales appeared golden and bright. Her horns were many, large and graceful, curving and twisting. Her face was adorned with a mark, a circle with a dot, two lines coming from the circle down her eyes; the eyes glowing bright with what seemed to be blue flames. From the base of her neck down her spine to the base of her wings was crest, the whole of which glowed blue brightly. the last third of her tail was thin and prehensile and glowed bright white.
A triumphant roar was released from her titanic maw as her wings made their first flap, winds like a storm passing through the surrounding forest. She flew, it did not take her long to make it to the gathering. There she circled above the scene and all who had gathered. She roared, simply to announce her presence.
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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 5, 2017 4:26:09 GMT -8
"I am done here." She said, diving quickly back into the river and disappearing almost immediately.
<Exit>
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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 6, 2017 5:45:03 GMT -8
Mariah drew closer to the children as some of the dragons began to leave, saliva dribbles out of her maw as she thinks about her meal. Her opportunity was almost there, she waited nearby ready to pounce at Wah and Noroth.
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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 6, 2017 10:20:27 GMT -8
As several of the dragons began to leave, Nerwendel found herself wondering if it would even be possible to recruit any further dragons to her cause. Several newcomers and strangers she had not recognized had declared themselves willing to join her, yet it was rather obvious they were doing so to attempt to manipulate her and her goals for their own ends. This was fine for now - she could always manipulate them in turn and perhaps even gain their loyalty in truth, but she knew she would have to be wary. Eventually, she saw Sa'ashrana, Manawarden approach from the air, circling above and releasing a magnificent roar. Nerwendel turned her head up towards her, stretching out her hand and beckoning the dragon to come down and join the others who remained. "Greetings!" She called out, "who might you be?" She glanced back down, spotting a curious creature lurking in the field. Nerwendel's eyes narrowed at Mariah as she tried to uncover her intent, following her gaze towards whatever it was that had caught her attention.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 16, 2024 23:31:27 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2017 7:18:21 GMT -8
Noroth munched on just one stone, happily swallowing it down with more quiet chatter. He watched as Wah messed with his wings, and tried to flap them like his daddy did with the proudest smile on his maw - granted, it was more random flopping than anything that resembled a dragon in flight. But he tried, despite it being a clear indicator that he wasn't able to fly.
All the while he still had no idea he was being hunted, staying near his daddy's feet.
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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 7, 2017 8:11:47 GMT -8
"Ooo." When Noroth flaps, Wah holds down his dress so it doesn't blow up from any gust made by the dracling's wings. He giggles while with Noroth, this was the most fun he had in weeks. While he wasn't aware of the danger approaching, his guardian spirit started to prepare itself as it sensed Mariah nearby, ready to defend.
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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 7, 2017 8:27:09 GMT -8
( Riley Fletcher and Cheesecake) Doobie finally spots his son, when he feels the presence of Wah's guardian, but hasn't gotten a good look yet. "My son! He's over there!" Looking over in Wah's direction though, he spotted Mariah stalking him. He starts running back toward his body, "Riley, I found Wah, he's in danger! I'm returning to my body now. I have to safe him!"
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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 7, 2017 21:10:38 GMT -8
Riley looked up as Doobie spoke to him telepathically. He nodded silently and rose to his feet, waiting for the kobold to return to his body before heading out.
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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 8, 2017 12:31:16 GMT -8
Fol-lu's head tilts upwards towards the sky for a moment to catch a glimpse of the Manawarden as she let out a magnificent roar. He would turn his attention back to Nerwendel then, "That is the Manawarden, it seems you have attracted quite the audience thus far. I will stay and listen to what you have to say, and draw my own conclusion."
From what Neva had said he didn't expect to be impressed as he did trust her opinions, but he would always rather draw a conclusion from his own observations when given the opportunity.
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Sa'ashrana, Manawarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 105
Age: Ancient
Physical Description: _______________
Sa'ashrana is a monstrously sized dragon. She stands 115' tall at the shoulder, and her wingspan is 611'; her body is long and broad, at 293' long. Her tail is as long as her body. It dwindles to a long, thin, snake like whip. She is ancient, Titanic. A dragon of magic, Her scales seem to glow faintly with golds, blues, and red hues depending on the lighting. Blue brightly glowing marks covering her body and wings show the magic flowing inside her. Her eyes are always aglow matching the marking on her form.
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http://i.imgur.com/TXGae1r.jpg?1
She tends to stay in an elven form however. Seemingly just another elf save to those that are gifted with magic. Blonde hair and simple close. She stands only 5'2 and blue eyes shine like jewels. He skin can however slightly change color depending on the lighting, and if one saw her naked they would notice a slight scale like pattern down her back.
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http://i.imgur.com/v1WEjYC.jpg
Clothes and Equipment: _______________
In her dragon form she wears nothing and has no need to.
In her elven form however she wears a simple white dress with a small leather vest on her upper body, supporting her bosom. Along with that she wears simple leather sandals and often a flowers in her hair.
Player's online availability : 2:30AM-4:00AM (UTC-6:00) + Weekends 12:00-4:00
Registered: Jun 12, 2016 1:36:54 GMT -8
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Post by Sa'ashrana, Manawarden on Oct 9, 2017 4:08:15 GMT -8
The manawarden stayed flying above, energy within her moving with each flap of her wings. Her senses were trained on Bloodwing. It had taken too long to set up defenses in her home and she clearly had missed something. Hey eyes stared at the summoner. Such risk to summon a gathering on her kind. Such presumptuous behavior from such a lesser being. Her mind reached out and touched Bloodwings mind gently. She purposely only skimmed the surface of the winged persons intellect seeking the memory of what had transpired from the time of the summoning to now. The manawarden grimaced, though few might be able to tell. The great dragon communicated with Nerwendel Bloodwing , only she could hear Sa'ashranna's words which echoed in her mind, " You wish to use the dragons to crush the people of this world underfoot. You would use us to your own ends, for your own reasons and twist us to your purpose. A purpose not all dragon kind are meant for. The wardens have a duty to this world and you would see us turn from it. Why truly? Tell me your true reasons. Do you truly seek to bring peace, a peace forged from the fires of war, to world. Are you truly divine?"
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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 11, 2017 12:18:59 GMT -8
Now was the time, Mariah bounds toward Wah and Noroth, looking to snatch one of them up and make an escape. She leaps through the air now with her claws reaching and her wings spreading.
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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 11, 2017 12:28:44 GMT -8
As Mariah flew at Wah and Noroth, Wah's guardian kicked into action and automatically defended him. The ground beneath them shook and a wall of rock rose to create a protective barrier. Once Mariah had reached the barrier, Wah now realized what was going on a screams as he saw the monster behind him that was now trying to get to the youngsters. He ducks down fearfully as Mariah climbs over the barrier and tries to swipe at him. His unnamed guardian, the spirit bird made of stone and bone, materialized more fully than every before and rocks flew out of Wah's pocket to orbit around the bird. Rock projectiles are launched at Mariah's head with concussive force.
Wah would peek and see what's now going on, the bird that he'd seen days ago was back and protecting him.
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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 13, 2017 17:35:07 GMT -8
(Really sorry for the long wait. I've had a busy and not very good week and it got to me a little. I'm back now and should be posting regularly again.) Nerwendel's hair fell lightly in front of her face; caused by a nod to Fol-lu, Skywarden in response to the Skywarden's words. She remained silent though, for as the newly arrived Manawarden spoke into Nerwendel's mind, Nerwendel responded in kind. "I did not come here to place all dragons under my thumb and have them act according to my desires," Nerwendel communed to Sa'ashrana, Manawarden. "I'm well aware that dragons are individuals, that they have their own reasons and motives for whatever actions they take. I came here to make an offer, which all who have attended have heard and can make their own decision on. By touching my mind I can assume that you too have heard my offer." She let out a slight sigh, perhaps a little tired after the events of the day. "Everything I have said is true. To truly bring peace to this world someone who many will see as a villain must strive to make it so. Most do not ability to make decisions that are seen as evil, and of those that do most lack the dedication to see it through to the end. And of those - how many do you think have the ability to succeed? The intelligence and skills required to make that dream a reality?"
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