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Post by Deleted on Oct 8, 2017 6:08:01 GMT -8
Settled far off across the blistering sands of an unknown desert stands a monumental temple wrought of wheat-yellow stones, the faces of the place inscribed with a number of hieroglyphics and images - telling small and lengthy tales alike from some civilization long ago. There are a number of entry points allowing one inside the place, and despite the size of the structure beside a towering ridge it's clear that the place is much larger - built into the rocks and well underground.
-There are rumors of untold things inside from curses to demons to monsters to a wealth of gold and wisdom. It's anyone's guess which ones are true. -The place seems empty, devoid of life, save for the occasional sight of a falcon hovering around the massive glass eye that stands above the whole temple.
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Sir Cairex Forgepyre
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Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 23
Physical Description: Wolf - stature of a large grey wolf, mottled patches of darker grey and black mingle in with a lighter grey coat. A single black patch of fur surrounds the blue eye, while the brown eye is surrounded by the light grey color. Teeth are sharp and well maintained, just like his claws.
Hybrid - His most common form, his coloring perfectly matches the wolf form. This form stands around 7ft tall, weighs nearly 330 lbs, with a fairly long tail.
Human- only used when interacting amongst civilized society, he is tall for a human, around 6'3" and about 210lbs. His long hair matches the grey and black coloring of his wolf fur, and the only distinguishing feature is his canine eyes and elongated canines.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing - Cairex now wears a custom suit of armor, enchanted so that it will resize as he does, providing his already formidable wolf forms with substantial armor that is lightweight but strong, akin to mithril in both strength and weight.
Equipment - A good sized bastard sword and a small dagger are his only weapons, plus teeth and claws.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights
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Post by Sir Cairex Forgepyre on Oct 8, 2017 7:47:16 GMT -8
The abandoned temple hadn't been marked on the map. Or shown in the moon. Not that he believed in the latter, but the thoughts kept popping up, thanks to the damn shamans from his tribe as a child. Still, creepy and abandoned temples promised to provide a good hunt. Or some money. Not that he needed it. He traced a path along the outside of the temple, looking for any semi-hidden entrances.
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Sing-Sing Bearbane
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Roleplay posts: 47
Age: 20
Physical Description: About 3 feet tall with grey skin, somewhat muscular and heavily built, not the fastest kobold but still agile and with high reflexes
Clothes and Equipment: A twisted branch through which earth magic may be channeled.
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Post by Sing-Sing Bearbane on Oct 8, 2017 12:27:03 GMT -8
He wasn't alone. The tumbling of some rocks down from a nearby rock face signaled the arrival of a massively oversized weasel. The creature was as big as a bear, but it was able to hop down the rock face with decent agility. When it got to the ground, it made eye contact with Cairex, but then turned away and started sniffing around, its way of signaling that the creature was a fellow explorer.
Interestingly, the dire weasel had a pack strapped to its back, and a gnarled stick tied around its neck.
It would try to use its nose to find any odd scents coming from the temple.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 8, 2017 20:16:27 GMT -8
Semi-hidden entrances? There were a number of openings leading inside, and a number of patches where nature had withered away the structure and allowing unorthodox entry points as well - those most of those were drops as soon as one stepped inside. There were two man entries on the southern wall high up the platform. Three were situated with one on the east and two on the west side, leading downwards into the earth. And there were at least four more broken points that someone could wiggle through that dropped down further than the man-made entries were.
As for scents, there was little than the expected to be picked up even for a well trained nose - old, stale air from within the walls. Sun-burnt sand. Rocks and dust.
Far overhead a single falcon chirped out as it made a slow circle around the tallest point of the building.
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Sir Cairex Forgepyre
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 23
Physical Description: Wolf - stature of a large grey wolf, mottled patches of darker grey and black mingle in with a lighter grey coat. A single black patch of fur surrounds the blue eye, while the brown eye is surrounded by the light grey color. Teeth are sharp and well maintained, just like his claws.
Hybrid - His most common form, his coloring perfectly matches the wolf form. This form stands around 7ft tall, weighs nearly 330 lbs, with a fairly long tail.
Human- only used when interacting amongst civilized society, he is tall for a human, around 6'3" and about 210lbs. His long hair matches the grey and black coloring of his wolf fur, and the only distinguishing feature is his canine eyes and elongated canines.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing - Cairex now wears a custom suit of armor, enchanted so that it will resize as he does, providing his already formidable wolf forms with substantial armor that is lightweight but strong, akin to mithril in both strength and weight.
Equipment - A good sized bastard sword and a small dagger are his only weapons, plus teeth and claws.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 8:02:28 GMT -8
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Post by Sir Cairex Forgepyre on Oct 9, 2017 17:14:23 GMT -8
Cairex nodded his respect the other predator, not particularly looking for a fight if it could be avoided. With the more unorthodox entrances discounted, he flipped a coin and selected the east side entrance, chuckling to himself.
"Guess I'm going Eastbound and down...heh." He turned to look at the weasel. "Coming?"
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Sing-Sing Bearbane
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Roleplay posts: 47
Age: 20
Physical Description: About 3 feet tall with grey skin, somewhat muscular and heavily built, not the fastest kobold but still agile and with high reflexes
Clothes and Equipment: A twisted branch through which earth magic may be channeled.
Registered: Jun 28, 2015 20:04:43 GMT -8
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Post by Sing-Sing Bearbane on Oct 9, 2017 18:00:38 GMT -8
The large weasel nodded and followed along, still sniffing about for anything unusual. He decided not to talk, feeling it added to the mystery of what exactly he was. Weasel lycanthrope was not nearly as common as the wolf variety, at least not among humans...
When they arrived at the Eastern entrance, he would examine the stone around it for anything interesting, like writing or symbols. He would also continue sniffing, if for no other reason than the cool, stale, indoor air was a nice change of pace from the hot desert.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 9, 2017 18:29:10 GMT -8
The edges of the entrance chose were inscribed with odd designs and drawings in the yellow stone, some looking like odd scribbles of a child while some looked more akin to actual things - animals or shapes. Inside the path stretched dead on for several paces before a hard right, leading further on into darkness. The walls were liked with wall brackets proudly displaying long burnt-out torches black with soot and no longer brilliant as they once were. More pictures, some actually painted now, decorated the lengths of walls as far as the eye could see, depicting a number of stories one could try to define.
Still, there were no new scents, only a more concentrated one of the stale air and less of the sand as it was left behind.
Occasionally sitting at the base of the walls, in the corner as to stay out of the way, were small urns of varying sizes with different animal heads shaped at the top of the jar lids - some with jew fitted eyes, and inside were ashes and sand and occasional a trinket of some sort... usually gold or jewels.
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Sir Cairex Forgepyre
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 23
Physical Description: Wolf - stature of a large grey wolf, mottled patches of darker grey and black mingle in with a lighter grey coat. A single black patch of fur surrounds the blue eye, while the brown eye is surrounded by the light grey color. Teeth are sharp and well maintained, just like his claws.
Hybrid - His most common form, his coloring perfectly matches the wolf form. This form stands around 7ft tall, weighs nearly 330 lbs, with a fairly long tail.
Human- only used when interacting amongst civilized society, he is tall for a human, around 6'3" and about 210lbs. His long hair matches the grey and black coloring of his wolf fur, and the only distinguishing feature is his canine eyes and elongated canines.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing - Cairex now wears a custom suit of armor, enchanted so that it will resize as he does, providing his already formidable wolf forms with substantial armor that is lightweight but strong, akin to mithril in both strength and weight.
Equipment - A good sized bastard sword and a small dagger are his only weapons, plus teeth and claws.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 8:02:28 GMT -8
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Post by Sir Cairex Forgepyre on Oct 10, 2017 14:12:43 GMT -8
Cairex didn't particularly care what the weasel was, that it was not a normal weasel was evident enough, and it wasn't hostile so who cared.
He ignored the urns as well, small trinkets and jewels that would serve to potentially hinder him during the expedition into the temple. Cairex did head into the temple, carefully drawing his blade and ensuring that the weasel was still close by, and that nothing else seemed to be present.
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Sing-Sing Bearbane
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Roleplay posts: 47
Age: 20
Physical Description: About 3 feet tall with grey skin, somewhat muscular and heavily built, not the fastest kobold but still agile and with high reflexes
Clothes and Equipment: A twisted branch through which earth magic may be channeled.
Registered: Jun 28, 2015 20:04:43 GMT -8
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Post by Sing-Sing Bearbane on Oct 13, 2017 9:36:48 GMT -8
The large weasel was wary of any objects it came across, fearing traps or hidden desert animals like scorpions. So instead it crept further into the temple along with Cairex. He figured the urns weren't going anywhere and he could take their contents at any time.
What did interest him were the paintings along the walls. Instead of taking a straight path right through the temple, the predator crept carefully closer towards the edge so he could appreciate the story that unfolded on one side of the wall as he went further in. What he was looking for in particular were secrets of a magical nature, or perhaps something concerning dragons or the kobold race.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 17, 2017 20:24:54 GMT -8
No matter how far the pair seemed to go, there was little disturbance save for a cool, faint breeze down within the stone walls as they trekked deeper. There were a number of urns along the way, still bearing items - possible offerings? And the further they went, there was the occasional coin of gold or a piece of gem-embedded jewelry. Stone tablets discarded, scribed with more markings and some of them traced in color and ink.
The walls bore no secrets and no words, only pictures depicting actions and stories and woven tails. People of dark skin and white cloth and gold, sitting and kneeling and walking and fighting and running, holding weapons or items - the variations went on and on. Nothing on dragons, nothing on magic. At least not yet.
There would finally be a break in the travel - a menacing hiss. There would be movement ahead on the floor, and it wouldn't take much to discovered it was a cobra slowly moving across the stones. The scales of its back were black and the soft underbelly was a pale yellow, the wide head marked with an odd design below the jaw. It looked upon the two approaching, flicking its tongue at them a few times, before lying flat once more and slipping further on down the tunnel with haste.
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Sir Cairex Forgepyre
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 23
Physical Description: Wolf - stature of a large grey wolf, mottled patches of darker grey and black mingle in with a lighter grey coat. A single black patch of fur surrounds the blue eye, while the brown eye is surrounded by the light grey color. Teeth are sharp and well maintained, just like his claws.
Hybrid - His most common form, his coloring perfectly matches the wolf form. This form stands around 7ft tall, weighs nearly 330 lbs, with a fairly long tail.
Human- only used when interacting amongst civilized society, he is tall for a human, around 6'3" and about 210lbs. His long hair matches the grey and black coloring of his wolf fur, and the only distinguishing feature is his canine eyes and elongated canines.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing - Cairex now wears a custom suit of armor, enchanted so that it will resize as he does, providing his already formidable wolf forms with substantial armor that is lightweight but strong, akin to mithril in both strength and weight.
Equipment - A good sized bastard sword and a small dagger are his only weapons, plus teeth and claws.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 8:02:28 GMT -8
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Post by Sir Cairex Forgepyre on Oct 19, 2017 14:53:42 GMT -8
The wolf walked slowly through the ancient hallways, taking his time to look at the inscriptions along the wall, a bit fascinated by the depictions of ancient martial prowess, when the hiss of the snake interrupted his train of thought.
"Probably ought not to let that get away Master Ferret." Said Cairex to his thus far silent traveling companion, sweeping with his sword towards the now departed reptile.
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Sing-Sing Bearbane
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Roleplay posts: 47
Age: 20
Physical Description: About 3 feet tall with grey skin, somewhat muscular and heavily built, not the fastest kobold but still agile and with high reflexes
Clothes and Equipment: A twisted branch through which earth magic may be channeled.
Registered: Jun 28, 2015 20:04:43 GMT -8
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Post by Sing-Sing Bearbane on Oct 19, 2017 15:35:12 GMT -8
The large weasel swiveled around when he heard the hiss. His hairs stood on end and his back arched, ready to pounce. He remained in that position until the snake fled further into the tunnel. Then he relaxed.
When Cairex spoke, the weasel replied for the first time. "Careful... maybe more further in." His voice was breathy and wheezing, about what you'd expect from a giant weasel trying to talk. With that, he decided to proceed further into the structure. He didn't rush after the snake. Instead, he kept his nose low to the ground and followed its scent. If he was coming close to it or if there was more than one, he'd sense it long before it became a real threat to him.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2017 2:38:04 GMT -8
The serpent seemed to vanish further down the hall, and the lights were growing weaker at certain points - allowing for shade to hide such a creature. But it was simply farther ahead should one go sniffing about the shadows.
The pair would seem to come upon a fork in the road, so to speak. The corridor they trekked would come to a dead end wall and break to the left and right directly. Upon hunting for a scent, as Sing-Sing was likely to do as the crafty weasel might, would find the smell of the snake veered off to the left... however, upon turning the corner the smell would become almost overwhelming - far stronger than a single snake could produce. Were there more? There was a subtle sound of a hissing serpent faaaaar down that hall.
To the right would be another smell entirely - completely different. It belonged to something bigger, much warmer. Mangy, in a way. A dog? There was nothing in view immediately, but something surely lay at the other end of this second hall.
The walls nearing this break in the road were naught but set stone bricks of the structure, until the pair came to the wall at the end of their trek. Again, two different depictions were inscribed giving some idea of some sort. Maybe a warning or direction or story; who knew?
Just to the left along this wall was a long, winding body of a serpent that curled about itself over and over before finally making a wide round loop - the head coming to rest beneath an inviting hand caressing it, the hand belonging to a woman bathed in black silk and gold jewelry that stood within the circle the snake had created. Despite the rough, straight lines making the art, it was clear the woman was a very beautiful lady and high of stature; along the bottom most part of the wall were rough and terrain that might resemble bones.
The right was something a bit more imposing a design - rows and rows of dingo dogs, also decorated in gold and white silks this time, stood much like an army in wait. More rows depicted a number standing on their hind legs and on the move. And one stood larger than the rest and more elaborately designed and dressed, a scepter in hand and pointing out the direction of the army's march - as well as further down the right path.
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Sing-Sing Bearbane
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Roleplay posts: 47
Age: 20
Physical Description: About 3 feet tall with grey skin, somewhat muscular and heavily built, not the fastest kobold but still agile and with high reflexes
Clothes and Equipment: A twisted branch through which earth magic may be channeled.
Registered: Jun 28, 2015 20:04:43 GMT -8
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Post by Sing-Sing Bearbane on Oct 24, 2017 13:40:43 GMT -8
The weasel felt the overpowering odors from both sides like a thick, warm cloud. Neither side was an appealing path to take, but he didn't want to come all this way just to turn back. But there were many questions. Would they have to fight the creatures within? Did they just live here? Could they be spoken to or reasoned with? ... He almost hoped the answer to the last question was no. He wasn't good with words. He enjoyed testing himself against stronger foes, There were worse ways to die than in battle. But then would he not rather live overall? His head rocked back and forth. Dog, or snake? Dog, or Snake? Snake, or Dog? Remembering how the cobra had simply brushed by them without actually attacking them, he thought perhaps the reptiles might be a bit more amenable, especially when he revealed his true form... With hesitation, he began to lean towards the path of the snake, and take short, measured steps further in while sniffing along the ground. That said, he wasn't above listening to Sir Cairex Forgepyre should he strongly suggest the opposite route.
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Sir Cairex Forgepyre
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 23
Physical Description: Wolf - stature of a large grey wolf, mottled patches of darker grey and black mingle in with a lighter grey coat. A single black patch of fur surrounds the blue eye, while the brown eye is surrounded by the light grey color. Teeth are sharp and well maintained, just like his claws.
Hybrid - His most common form, his coloring perfectly matches the wolf form. This form stands around 7ft tall, weighs nearly 330 lbs, with a fairly long tail.
Human- only used when interacting amongst civilized society, he is tall for a human, around 6'3" and about 210lbs. His long hair matches the grey and black coloring of his wolf fur, and the only distinguishing feature is his canine eyes and elongated canines.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing - Cairex now wears a custom suit of armor, enchanted so that it will resize as he does, providing his already formidable wolf forms with substantial armor that is lightweight but strong, akin to mithril in both strength and weight.
Equipment - A good sized bastard sword and a small dagger are his only weapons, plus teeth and claws.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 8:02:28 GMT -8
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Post by Sir Cairex Forgepyre on Oct 27, 2017 4:16:21 GMT -8
"Snakes it is then. We can come back and check the other path later."
He rested his sword across his shoulders and followed the weasel down the snake path, stepping carefully but not making any concerted at stealth as he moved.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 29, 2017 20:18:16 GMT -8
Sing-Sing Bearbane, Sir Cairex ForgepyreSnakes, it is. The scent was only growing thicker the further they went, and the torch lights were dimming the farther they went. The hall seemed to go on forever, with more etchings of desert serpents and black cobras - dead men lying on the ground, poisoned and wallowing in pools of venom, a woman repeatedly seen with a black cobra and a curved dagger-like blade in her hand. It was disturbing, even in the rough etched fashion drawn in the walls. The story continued until a man with an eagle's head appeared and stood larger, taller than her. She cowered beneath his hand. The snakes receded from him. And the woman was cast off. A cobra writhed. There was a pyramid, and in the heart of it was a small pedestal with a gem or item settled atop it? The pedestal was depicted alone with that black cobra circled around it, now no longer just a snake but bearing a headdress much like the one of the woman, set with a flawlessly cut amethyst gem and the object missing from its resting place on said pedestal. The story ended there, as did the hall - dropping off into a wide, rounded pit. The steps that led down into the bottom of the bowl of this room were worn, but the first one was broken. Likely to cause an accident if someone was too engrossed in the story. But here, in this chamber, were mounds of shimmering gold and gems of amethyst and sapphire, lavishing furniture for a god wrought in gold and stone. Silk draperies were worn and withered but still elegant. And... snakes. Hundreds of sand-bound serpents were slithering everywhere and draped over almost everything. Seemingly normal, and undisturbed by visitors that might enter. Instead, stepping into the chamber they would disperse to reveal safe placement to step - and not a single one would bite, despite how menacing some might be. Sitting in the center of the room was that very pedestal, the place atop with an empty slot for whatever was supposed to sit there. There were more scriptures along the vertical length of the monument, perhaps a spelling of some sort. It was the same on all four sides. Across the room, on a platform low in the curved floor of the chamber, was a massive bed still made up night despite how age had touched it. There were no serpents on it save one - that same cobra from before that fled, tail curled up neatly and head level as it stared for those coming in, an intricate headdress of gold fitting on its head with a simple purple gem nestled in the center.
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Sing-Sing Bearbane
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Roleplay posts: 47
Age: 20
Physical Description: About 3 feet tall with grey skin, somewhat muscular and heavily built, not the fastest kobold but still agile and with high reflexes
Clothes and Equipment: A twisted branch through which earth magic may be channeled.
Registered: Jun 28, 2015 20:04:43 GMT -8
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Post by Sing-Sing Bearbane on Oct 30, 2017 17:37:10 GMT -8
The giant weasel paid closer attention with his smell than his eyes. He occasionally glanced at the painting for clues, but the only major detail he recalled was that the snake had been deposed by some sort of eagle figure. A shift in the air allowed him to deduce that they were approaching a chamber. And then there was the overpowering reptilian stench. With his nose close to the ground, he wouldn't have much trouble avoiding the first misstep.
And then there was the gold. There was so much of it that its reflection nearly turned his solid black eyes yellow. And the snakes, the reptiles, didn't even bother to attack him. Was it because they sensed what he was?
He only stepped a little way into the chamber. "Careful." He said to his partner who was right behind him. The weasel craned his neck up to get a better view of the pedestal, and of course, the bed. The snake with the strange crown was the last thing he noticed. A possible opponent? A challenge? A source of wisdom and power? Or just a very lonely snake queen?
"Hi." He said.
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Sir Cairex Forgepyre
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 23
Physical Description: Wolf - stature of a large grey wolf, mottled patches of darker grey and black mingle in with a lighter grey coat. A single black patch of fur surrounds the blue eye, while the brown eye is surrounded by the light grey color. Teeth are sharp and well maintained, just like his claws.
Hybrid - His most common form, his coloring perfectly matches the wolf form. This form stands around 7ft tall, weighs nearly 330 lbs, with a fairly long tail.
Human- only used when interacting amongst civilized society, he is tall for a human, around 6'3" and about 210lbs. His long hair matches the grey and black coloring of his wolf fur, and the only distinguishing feature is his canine eyes and elongated canines.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing - Cairex now wears a custom suit of armor, enchanted so that it will resize as he does, providing his already formidable wolf forms with substantial armor that is lightweight but strong, akin to mithril in both strength and weight.
Equipment - A good sized bastard sword and a small dagger are his only weapons, plus teeth and claws.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 8:02:28 GMT -8
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Post by Sir Cairex Forgepyre on Nov 2, 2017 15:06:04 GMT -8
"Poetic almost, given that birds of prey tend to hunt snakes. A creation story perhaps?" He asked inquisitively.
Cairex damn near jumped as the weasel spoke for the first time, a moment of disappointment, he had rather enjoyed the one-sided conversation.
"Got it." He said, stepping into the room behind the weasel, and looking about to see who the weasel was talking about.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 3, 2017 6:27:44 GMT -8
The serpent perched on the bed didn't move save the normal sway of side to side as it sat there and watched them - tongue occasionally flickering. The eyes certainly weren't quite the blank swivel stare of the other snakes, settled on them carefully. It said nothing, nothing happened. The other snakes continued to give all three a wide berth in this spacious chamber, and left the pedestal untouched.
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Sing-Sing Bearbane
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Roleplay posts: 47
Age: 20
Physical Description: About 3 feet tall with grey skin, somewhat muscular and heavily built, not the fastest kobold but still agile and with high reflexes
Clothes and Equipment: A twisted branch through which earth magic may be channeled.
Registered: Jun 28, 2015 20:04:43 GMT -8
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Post by Sing-Sing Bearbane on Nov 8, 2017 22:21:15 GMT -8
The weasel was hoping for some sort of reply. But he figured perhaps their mammalian forms were somehow intimidating the snakes. "Mmm, me not eat you." The weasel said in a raspy voice. "Give me second, show you true self."
The weasel lowered its head and took a large breath. Slowly, his body began to shrivel up. The hairs on his skin receded like barnacles, his long body shortened, and his feet became spindlier and his fingers more pronounced. Once his hairs had disappeared, the remaining thick, black skin started to grow dark green scales. His ears curled up like wilting leaves. His eyes became reptilian, and additional facial features like eyebrow-like ridges grew on his brow. By the time he was done, he had revealed his true form, a green kobold holding a gnarled wooden staff.
"See, me cold blood, like you. Me just have hairy friend." He pointed his thumb back at Cairex. "Me give you some truth. Now you give me truth of yourself."
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