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 18, 2017 14:16:36 GMT -8
As soon as Doobie's spirit returns, his body jumps up and starts moving toward Wah with enhanced movement speed. Doing this after just landing back in his body is unwise, but Doobie didn't care about the pain and dizziness he had to endure. He bravely ran beneath Tuesirth and skidded to a halt right next to Mariah and balling his fist. An invisible force gathered behind Doobie and he throws a punch that stops short of the monster's body, the force he had gathered exploded and a ghostly fist follows up with Doobie's movement, this was the true attack.
Once the attack lands, Doobie will be weakened with all the exertion put on his body.
( Dunno if @tuesirth wants to post in reaction before we take this fight elsewhere)
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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 24, 2017 7:20:18 GMT -8
Mariah is blown away by Doobie's attack, as she was approached her dagger had begun to glow as a magic user was coming but she wasn't focused on it. She was caught totally off guard and goes flying far away from where she was. For a few moments Mariah refocused her thoughts and some of her old self began calculating her next move. She began to charge up her dagger attached to her arm for a long range mana blast aimed at Doobie, whom she could tell was weak right now. Mariah realized now the foolishness of her goal to hunt the children under Tuesirth and now adapted her plans, though she was still unaware of Riley's presence.
<Mana Blast charged>
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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 24, 2017 7:49:14 GMT -8
Riley followed Doobie towards Mariah with his scythe in hand. As Doobie delivered his attack and became weakened, Riley grabbed him and held him up.
"You okay there, sir?" He asked the kobold as he steadied him. He looked over to Mariah silently and patiently. SHe was too far away for him to attack. Then again, he was too far away for him to attack.
"Cheese, you up?" He whispered. Cheesecake stirred on top of Riley's head, yawning and stretching as she came to. "I need you to deck that thing in the face."
Riley pointed Mariah as she began charging an attack. Cheesecake floated in front of Riley with a raised eyebrow.
"Don't worry, I'm sure you're strong enough to hurt her." Riley replied to her silence. With puffed cheeks and a determined look, Cheesecake squeaked and nodded before bursting through the air towards Mariah with a fist poised to strike her. The 50-foot distance covered was trivial to something moving so quickly, and Mariah would only have an instant to react to something so small barreling towards her.
If the punch connected, however, Mariah would thrown even farther backwards and would most likely have the wind knocked out of her. The force of something the size of a bus hitting her at the full speed of one would most likely catch her by surprise since it came from such a tiny fist.
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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 24, 2017 9:54:14 GMT -8
(combining Doobie and Wah posts to make things smoother.)
"Hahh...hah!~" Wah's little heart raced, was it really him? He started to cry and rushed to Doobie's side. "Daddy! Daddy! Is it really you?! I missed you!"
Doobie felt his son clinging to him and looked down at him. He was okay, thank goodness, Doobie reached down to pat his boy. He tried to move as he saw Mariah ready to attack him from a distance until Cheesecake flew into action. "Riley, thank you. I'm feeling weak right now, but I can move. Let's leave, before we cause trouble."
Doobie ushers Wah to start moving away from the area, the child makes sure to wave and say goodbye to his new friend @cuteness1 . He hoped they could meet again some day and play more.
They'd head back toward Ao territory, if they weren't interrupted.
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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 24, 2017 10:01:25 GMT -8
Mariah just barely spots the small fairy with her hunter eyes, but she cannot react in time and is punched further away. While flying her mana blast went off and missed completely, shooting off into a hill. Mariah indeed had the wind knocked out of her and this would buy the heroes enough time to leave the area, but she'd be back. After they leave, Mariah would go off in the same direction to continue the hunt. < To Aozora Border>
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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 24, 2017 10:05:35 GMT -8
Cheesecake turned around with her hands on her hips, proudly smiling to Riley.
"Atta girl, Cheese. Come back down and help me with Mr. Shoobie here." Riley said as he helped Doobie to his feet. Cheesecake chirped, complying and returning to Riley's head to sit peacefully. Riley turned to face Doobie.
"Who was that? Why were they attacking your kid?" He asked as he walked with the kobold.
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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 29, 2017 18:47:22 GMT -8
Sa'ashranna landed before Bloodwing; her wings making a final stroke sending wind about like a hurricane gust as she set her claws to the earth, the weight of the beast causing the earth to shake and grown at her initial presence. The mana warden stared at the supposedly divine being. Then in her head laughing echoed, a gentle light voice behind it. The Manawarden seemed to erupt in a brilliant blue flames that roared into the air casting it's light to all that was present and well beyond, perhaps even reaching others who had left before her arrival. Then the flames faded away, tail to snout, and there were Sa'ashranna's left hand imprinted the earth stoop a lean, petite elf. The gentle voice that laughed in Bloodwing's head moments before now spoke aloud, "Long ago a man made a similar attempt. He wished to cleanse the world, freeze it all in a glass coating of ice. To preserve it forever yet destroy it. All in order to make peace in the world. You would do the same with fire? If you are a god, you are quite the naive one. You seek to order from something that is inherently chaotic. Some not impossible but improbable." The little elf maiden crossed her arms and pierced the would be queen of the world with slitted eyes. "I may make a pact with you. The Great Magical Weapons... You will destroy them?"
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 17, 2024 3:40:20 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Oct 29, 2017 19:51:02 GMT -8
Tuesirth didn't seem to pay the commotion at his flanks much mind, though at a single sound of his son in distress did he inhale and let out the breath in a low, warning growl - and the earth seemed to heed his call. A single pillar of earth would erupt and rise beneath little Noroth, though it was wide compared to the hatchling. The baby would find himself high up and out of harm's way, and now with a new area to play in - still complete with some of the greenery from the ground level, and now with a second companion wrought of stone and earth that mimicked his body to the letter. The two little things would begin a came of wrestle and chase on their new playground, while Tursirth stared intently at the Manawarden, even as she became a smaller form. He listened in silence, sparing an occasional glance over at the antics of his son and the rock dragon he had created.
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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 Nov 11, 2017 6:55:40 GMT -8
(Sorry for the long wait! After such a long time before replies from the dragons, I thought people lost interest and never bothered to check for more except just now!) Looking upon Sa'ashrana, Manawarden, Nerwendel noticed the majesty of her flames and the beauty of her elven form when finally she landed. Listening to Sa'ashrana's words, Nerwendel found herself smiling a smile that only widened when a possible pact was mentioned. Perhaps the day would not be a waste after all? "You misunderstand me, Manawarden," Nerwendel said. She now spoke aloud like Sa'ashrana did, while at the same time Nerwendel's feathered wings would stretch out behind her and shake a little. "I would not cleanse the world with fire, but merely use it as a tool to help me in my goals of seeking peace. As I mentioned before, many would-be rulers raise armies and conquer for their own glory; most lacking the strength and foresight to have their creations stand to last the test of time or the corruption that inevitably snakes its way from within. I claim differently! I am not a god, but I do have the blood of one within the veins of this flesh. With not only the power but the wisdom that my blood brings, I believe that I have the mandate of the divine on my side. Chaos is the seed of change, and with that change and divine mandate I will create an everlasting divine empire, and everlasting peace to go with it." Nerwendel gave a nod, but in the back of her mind she wondered if perhaps she didn't talk a little too much. She would need to work on that. "But to answer your question, these Great Magical Weapons are far too much of a threat to be left unchecked in the hands of the corrupt. I do not need their power if I have someone like you and Kyzakriel at my side, so I will make an oath to destroy them. If they cannot be destroyed, then I will ensure that no-one can ever find them again."
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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.
^ ^ ^ ^ ^
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 Nov 20, 2017 15:48:51 GMT -8
Sa'ashranna narrowed her eyes at her words. "I would advise you to heed other's wisdom not simply your own." She paused for a moment and then proceeded in a very calm neutral tone, "I am bound to the Winterlands and until your territories include them I cannot personally join your crusade. However in the meantime I can offer magical copies of myself and access to two of my three agents to assist you in your endeavor. If you tip the balance of magic, if you prove a tyrant or a fool this pact will end and I will be your foe. Are these terms agreeable?" Sa'ashranna awaited the answer of the demi-god.
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Asadobres
Committed
Roleplay posts: 83
Age: 30
Physical Description: A young dragon by all means. Coated in silver scales with claws and horns that look like obsidian. Small frame to be faster and more agile in the air but weaker physically. Her wings when spread are saphiric blue.
Her humanoid form looks like a young elf girl, with white hair and blue eyes. It took time and a lot of practice but her humanoid guise is finally perfected.
Clothes and Equipment: A saddle made by leiron out of many different kinds of leathers. It was well designed through trial and error. She accepts the extra quivers and saddle bags, the weight will make her faster and stronger should they be removed.
In her human form she often wears a light cloth dress that Leiron makes her wear, though she doesn't understand why.
Registered: Jun 30, 2015 19:46:52 GMT -8
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Post by Asadobres on Nov 20, 2017 16:16:33 GMT -8
Asadobres approached the gathering field, Leiron on her back. Her silver wings and marine blue underbelly almost flashing about in the sky. The young dragon was not too sure what to do. She was small compared to the other dragon's present and even the two humanoids she could see seemed to ooze power.
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Leiron
Dedicated
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Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 23
Physical Description: The elf was of tanned skin, his hair was brushed back and so blonde it seemed white. He had a scar that started under his right eye and ended half way down his angular face. His cheekbones were high and his face long. His upper body was much bulkier than other elves she had known but his legs were just as gangly. Though you could hardly tell with the thickness of his grieves. Looking at his eyes, they are large like most elves. Silver with ring of blue around his pupil
Clothes and Equipment: ________________________________________________________
Leiron wears a long green sleeved tunic and faded black cloth trousers. Over them he wears bracers, a jerkin with leather scales on hte chest shoulders and arms, boot greaves, and 2 leg satchels, and 3 belts. All are dark brown leather with elvish designs pressed into them. He also has a full helm made of the same material and elvish design. They all have black fur accents except the belts. Over his armor is long, black, cloth gilet which has some elvish embroidery on the edges and black fur and leather over its shoulders. Each belt has a purpose. One belt hangs slightly to the left and holds the scabbard for his sword. Another belt hangs to the right and holds a quiver. and the last and widest (6 inches wide) belt simply holds up his pants... and provides a bit of extra armor.
He has an elvish long sword sheathed at his left hip. a longbow rests across a small shield on his back. Both of which are of elvish design. A mythril spear 6" in length
Registered: Jun 12, 2015 13:24:52 GMT -8
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Post by Leiron on Nov 20, 2017 16:24:50 GMT -8
Leiron, his long mythril spear in hand surveyed the ground below. He patted Asa's neck reassuringly. "There no obvious signs of violence, we should be fine," he said as calmly as possible. He reached into his leg satchel and removed the device Naoki gave him. He held it before his eyes and whispered quietly to the item, a small spell that required almost no energy to cast. The object simply disappeared from his hand.
It reappeared embedded into the earth a short distance from the Winged humanoid and the elf that was clearly a dragon in humanoid form.
"There, the jobs done. We can leave whenever you want, though the longer we stay the less suspicious we will be."
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Asadobres
Committed
Roleplay posts: 83
Age: 30
Physical Description: A young dragon by all means. Coated in silver scales with claws and horns that look like obsidian. Small frame to be faster and more agile in the air but weaker physically. Her wings when spread are saphiric blue.
Her humanoid form looks like a young elf girl, with white hair and blue eyes. It took time and a lot of practice but her humanoid guise is finally perfected.
Clothes and Equipment: A saddle made by leiron out of many different kinds of leathers. It was well designed through trial and error. She accepts the extra quivers and saddle bags, the weight will make her faster and stronger should they be removed.
In her human form she often wears a light cloth dress that Leiron makes her wear, though she doesn't understand why.
Registered: Jun 30, 2015 19:46:52 GMT -8
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Post by Asadobres on Nov 20, 2017 16:26:50 GMT -8
Asa grumbled, deep rolling vibration that rolled through her chest. She hadn't spent anytime with other dragons. She was sadly not comfortable around her own kind. For the mission she would stay. Who knows, maybe she could learn more about her kind.
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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 Nov 21, 2017 8:54:44 GMT -8
"The terms are perfectly agreeable," Nerwendel told @manawarden with a smile. "All great things have humble beginnings, just as all great things come to an end... So far at least, and may we be the first to last."
So much had happened at the meeting that hours must have passed by now, all of them condensed down in the excitement to that feeling that not much time had passed at all. Still, it was highly unlikely that anyone new would turn up at this point and so Nerwendel decided that it was time to bring the gathering to an end.
"It has been an... Interesting day," she said. "But we are now at the point where lingering here any further wastes more time than it uses productively. I will go ahead and bring this gathering to a close. I will call for those who have answered mine when the time is right, but until then there is no harm in returning to your daily lives."
At that she turned and watched a little as her camp of human followers began to take down the tents they had erected on the hill and prepare to go their own way, but seemed content that they could do so without her direct supervision and tuned back towards the fields that had been flattened by the gathering of so many dragons. "I bid you all goodbye, until the next time we meet," she told them.
With that her large, feathered wings spread out behind her and with a strong flap, she shot up into the sky like some sort of arrow and began taking her leave!
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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 Nov 21, 2017 9:00:25 GMT -8
With Nerwendel beginning to leave, Kyzakriel released hot breath from his nostrils which touched the cool air of the gathering field with a hiss. "It seems I am done here also," the dragon spoke, before his own wings spread out and he too took off to the sky and began to fly away. Interestingly, he went in the opposite direction of Nerwendel...
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Leiron
Dedicated
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Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 23
Physical Description: The elf was of tanned skin, his hair was brushed back and so blonde it seemed white. He had a scar that started under his right eye and ended half way down his angular face. His cheekbones were high and his face long. His upper body was much bulkier than other elves she had known but his legs were just as gangly. Though you could hardly tell with the thickness of his grieves. Looking at his eyes, they are large like most elves. Silver with ring of blue around his pupil
Clothes and Equipment: ________________________________________________________
Leiron wears a long green sleeved tunic and faded black cloth trousers. Over them he wears bracers, a jerkin with leather scales on hte chest shoulders and arms, boot greaves, and 2 leg satchels, and 3 belts. All are dark brown leather with elvish designs pressed into them. He also has a full helm made of the same material and elvish design. They all have black fur accents except the belts. Over his armor is long, black, cloth gilet which has some elvish embroidery on the edges and black fur and leather over its shoulders. Each belt has a purpose. One belt hangs slightly to the left and holds the scabbard for his sword. Another belt hangs to the right and holds a quiver. and the last and widest (6 inches wide) belt simply holds up his pants... and provides a bit of extra armor.
He has an elvish long sword sheathed at his left hip. a longbow rests across a small shield on his back. Both of which are of elvish design. A mythril spear 6" in length
Registered: Jun 12, 2015 13:24:52 GMT -8
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Post by Leiron on Nov 22, 2017 15:36:53 GMT -8
Leiron frowned deeply, " It seems we were late to the party. Perhaps if we try to intercept one of them, try to find out what happened ourselves." He looked at the many dragons parting ways. Clearly if Asa was summoned so were the dragons. The elf, she was clearly a dragon in a mortal form. His green eyes settled upon Nerwendel. Perhaps she was the summoner. He steered Asadobres toward Nerwendel Bloodwing and spoke to his dragon, " Lets see if we can intercept her, eh?"
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Asadobres
Committed
Roleplay posts: 83
Age: 30
Physical Description: A young dragon by all means. Coated in silver scales with claws and horns that look like obsidian. Small frame to be faster and more agile in the air but weaker physically. Her wings when spread are saphiric blue.
Her humanoid form looks like a young elf girl, with white hair and blue eyes. It took time and a lot of practice but her humanoid guise is finally perfected.
Clothes and Equipment: A saddle made by leiron out of many different kinds of leathers. It was well designed through trial and error. She accepts the extra quivers and saddle bags, the weight will make her faster and stronger should they be removed.
In her human form she often wears a light cloth dress that Leiron makes her wear, though she doesn't understand why.
Registered: Jun 30, 2015 19:46:52 GMT -8
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Post by Asadobres on Nov 22, 2017 15:38:55 GMT -8
Asa followed his directions without pause despite her reservations. She wasn't sure if Leiron could feel it but there was something about their target that seemed, powerful.
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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.
^ ^ ^ ^ ^
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.
^ ^ ^ ^ ^
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 Nov 22, 2017 15:42:25 GMT -8
Sa'ashranna eyeballed the newcommers. She felt that slight touch of magic they used from on high. Not really her problem. However with the skys currently occupied she chose to wait for them to clear before leaving. Smaller dragons could be knocked out of the sky with the gusts from her take off. She could take a smaller form but she wouldn't literally belittle her true form in front of other dragons.
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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 Nov 23, 2017 15:52:04 GMT -8
It took only a short while for Nerwendel to notice she was being followed, though what heightened senses or supernatural phenomena allowed her to do so would remain a mystery. Lifting her upper body so that she appeared to be standing, her wings spread out in order to halt her forward momentum and she came to a stop in the sky not too far from The Gathering Field. Turning around, she would watch as Leiron and Asadobres approached her. When close enough for them to speak, Nerwendel began conversation. "Can I help you?"
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Asadobres
Committed
Roleplay posts: 83
Age: 30
Physical Description: A young dragon by all means. Coated in silver scales with claws and horns that look like obsidian. Small frame to be faster and more agile in the air but weaker physically. Her wings when spread are saphiric blue.
Her humanoid form looks like a young elf girl, with white hair and blue eyes. It took time and a lot of practice but her humanoid guise is finally perfected.
Clothes and Equipment: A saddle made by leiron out of many different kinds of leathers. It was well designed through trial and error. She accepts the extra quivers and saddle bags, the weight will make her faster and stronger should they be removed.
In her human form she often wears a light cloth dress that Leiron makes her wear, though she doesn't understand why.
Registered: Jun 30, 2015 19:46:52 GMT -8
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Post by Asadobres on Nov 23, 2017 17:53:28 GMT -8
Asa stopped and hovered as best she could. She chose to answer rather than her rider, and spoke in draconic, "We heard the call but it seems that we came too late." She stopped for a moment, "Where you the one that summoned my kind?"
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