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 Nov 19, 2017 15:23:08 GMT -8
"So much for stealth..." Riley would mutter as he watched the dragon destroy the ranks of the army one by one. He didn't want to get involved just yet, it was too dangerous to approach. Rather, he remained in the treeline and poked Cheesecake in the side. Standing up, the invisible fairy began to make hand signs that she couldn't see, as if pretending to do martial arts. Lights began to swirl around the two, enchanted fireflies that danced and twirled with one another.
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Registered: Apr 30, 2024 22:48:10 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2017 18:08:07 GMT -8
Jun of the Celadine Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui Riley Fletcher and Cheesecake Xel'rathThe fire was the last thing expected for the hunting party, and there were a number of bellowing yells and frantic motion - even as the majority of them were swallowed in the flames. The hounds barked and snarled, and came tearing from the fire unscathed entirely while spitting out fire in short, cloud-like bursts of their own as they stampeded directly for the dragon. They were devilishly strong and durable, and much more vicious than their normal cousin. They would make no hesitation to try and jump and climb, and bite at anything - which would scorch whatever their teeth scraped across. At least two of the blasted animals were almost as big as horses, and they would charge with the express intent to body into the dragon. Meanwhile, spectre stallions were vanishing into floating orbs of light - in varying colors - and darting off into the trees while leaving a spirit wail in their wakes. The warriors were scrambling to get out of the fire - and charge in after the dragon as well. Weapons and armor in the flames for too long began to melt and deform... but this didn't stop their wielders from trying to use them in whatever fashion they could. Pikes and swords and shields simply became battering weapons, and they damn well were going to use them as such. Forget words - this beast had outright attacked them. They would serve it's head up at banquet for the aristocracy, or die again trying.
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Nov 19, 2017 21:18:28 GMT -8
"Welp, that works. Be right back." She whispered to Riley.
Jun started to move through the treeline. She did not attack, and she kept a steady pace as she moved, hoping to preserve the invisibility and darkness buff for as long as possible. However, as she moved, much of the ambient heat energy from Jarkoopi's spectacular fire breath seemed drawn to her like a hot wind. There was no visual effect, and the only tactile clue for the combatants was a cool breeze from the far end of the battlefield, and a warm breeze from the near end. These were not unusual occurrences given what had just transpired; large fires caused unusual air patterns all the time. It was only Jarkoopi himself, who would feel the full effect of the wind and remember who was behind him, who would really grasp Jun's hand in the change in atmosphere.
She would position herself somewhere diagonally behind Jarkoopi's side. She gripped Resonance's hilt and waited for an opportune moment. While the heat energy gathered into her sword, so too would a substantial amount of her mana. She kept the sword sheathed, waiting, but the sheath was starting to billow with steam at her side. (Charge 1)
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Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui
Dedicated
The mountaintop guardian shadows his lands...
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 1023 Years
Physical Description: Size (At standing pose): Height: 39 feet at the shoulder, Length: 104 feet
Eye color: Yellowish-White
Scale color: Light Blue, reflects a dull White in direct light
Dragon Species: European Dragon
Dragon Type: Chromatic
Dragon Color: Blue
http://i.imgur.com/Ba7kzgX.jpg
As a storm dragon, his hide and flesh can generate an electric charge passively when threatened, much like an eel, and can naturally and instantly release it upon being touched by a foreign organism or object.
As a human he takes the appearance of a man in the age range of forties to fifties, averagely built besides being a few inches taller than the average Joe and dressed in clean leather armor and worn blue cloths.
Clothes and Equipment: Two small leather pouches tucked under wings
He owns his father's ancestral unique magical scale mail. It is enchanted to break on impact and the shards return his body and reform into a different piece of armor until it is struck, then it repeats the steps.
A set of personal shoulder pads forged by Brock the forge master. It focuses the passive electricity in his hide into a beam of magic energy which blasts away targets.
Weaponry: Claws, Breath Attack (Lightning), and Bite
Treasure Hoarding: Minimal, mainly gems sometimes gold.
While as a human, he wields a magical long-sword, not much is known about his weapon, as he rarely uses it.
Allegiances: Isra (Loosely)
Player's online availability : US Central Time, Weekends: 8 AM to 11 PM, Weekdays: 6 AM to 9 PM
Registered: Mar 24, 2015 12:41:54 GMT -8
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Post by Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui on Nov 20, 2017 10:30:38 GMT -8
Jun of the Celadine Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui Riley Fletcher and Cheesecake Xel'rathThe fire was the last thing expected for the hunting party, and there were a number of bellowing yells and frantic motion - even as the majority of them were swallowed in the flames. The hounds barked and snarled, and came tearing from the fire unscathed entirely while spitting out fire in short, cloud-like bursts of their own as they stampeded directly for the dragon. They were devilishly strong and durable, and much more vicious than their normal cousin. They would make no hesitation to try and jump and climb, and bite at anything - which would scorch whatever their teeth scraped across. At least two of the blasted animals were almost as big as horses, and they would charge with the express intent to body into the dragon. Meanwhile, spectre stallions were vanishing into floating orbs of light - in varying colors - and darting off into the trees while leaving a spirit wail in their wakes. The warriors were scrambling to get out of the fire - and charge in after the dragon as well. Weapons and armor in the flames for too long began to melt and deform... but this didn't stop their wielders from trying to use them in whatever fashion they could. Pikes and swords and shields simply became battering weapons, and they damn well were going to use them as such. Forget words - this beast had outright attacked them. They would serve it's head up at banquet for the aristocracy, or die again trying. The dragon wouldn’t be surprised that the majority of the group had resisted the fire from obliterating them, however, it did work to his favor to surprise them and also reduce their weapons and armor to absolute rubbish. Most threatening to the dragon right now was the hellish hounds that swiftly rushed up to him and began attempting to tear holes in the flesh near his arms. “It will take more than that!” The dragon's voice boomed across the terrain and lake. Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui ended his flaming stream to deal with the pesky dogs attacking him, the skeleton-like men would be next in line for his wrath. In the brief moments the dragon started to end his spell, those hounds may have been able to break away a few scales and draw the dragon’s blood, but the wounds were insignificant and only enraged the dragon further. With one claw the dragon would swoop up one or two (depending on the size) of the dogs in one hand and crush their bones, flesh, and whatever life that was left in them. Jarkoopi was sure to keep his neck and face above any of the beasts or skeletons reach. During his attack the skeletons may have been able to close the gap, and should the have attacked with their melted weapons they’d likely do nothing. A mere prick of blood at the worst.
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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 Nov 20, 2017 13:08:43 GMT -8
"Maybe we should save one of them for interrogation. Cheese?"
At Riley's request, Cheesecake would cast the spell she had been charging to send out a sticky goo towards one of the remaining skeleton warriors. Should it hit the unsuspecting target, they would be wrapped in webbing, their arms and legs bound, and pulled forcefully back into the forest and safely out of Jarkoopi's fire blasts. From there Riley would hold its mouth shut with his own hands by pushing up on its jaw with one palm and pushing down on the skull with the other to keep it from yelling or attacking while Cheesecake prepared another spell from his head.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 25, 2017 8:11:58 GMT -8
Jun of the Celadine Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui Riley Fletcher and Cheesecake Xel'rathJarkoopi would find with 10+ dogs, there was more danger than just some scratches. They were not below leaping and jumping and attempting to climb the massive beast, with teeth and claws at the ready to try and rend whatever they could. The poor creature than ended up in the paw of the beast barked and snarled until he was crushed, the last sound coming from it being a pained, pathetic whine as the bones shattered and skewered from the inside. This made another nasty problem, however. The blood that spilled from the beast was the color of molten, liquid magma - and burned just like magma. It would likely leave severe burns, if not melt away whatever it dripped over before splashing in steaming, hissing pools on the earth. But the hellhounds didn't seem phased in the slightest in regards to it - in fact, they could and would run through it with no attention minded. The soldiers were upon the dragon quickly, and they, too, held no qualms with clambering over the dragon and try whacking and hacking away with their reduced weaponry. "Take it down!" "Don't kill it - Lady Nessoria may want it!" Bark, bark!"Get the chains! Lash it down!" The one that had been launched back into the trees and was being silenced struggled and flailed, and would make every attempt to escape or at least try to bite the one holding his skull in one piece.
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Nov 25, 2017 9:25:40 GMT -8
"What would you ever do without me?" Jun chuckled to herself as she drew her sword. As the alien blue metal exposed itself to the air from its sheath, Jun's surroundings lit up like a beacon of moonlight. Once the sword was fully withdrawn, there was a burst of wind as the sword erupted with billowing white flames. These flames did nothing to Jun's hand, nor would they touch any of the surrounding greenery. Her eyes locked on to the demons and skeletons and she raised the sword over her head.
"Hey minions of darkness, Lum'Valia and Fundor say hi!" She cried out as she brought the sword down in a great vertical slash.
The holy fire expanded exponentially in volume and spilled out across the forest floor and through the air, like an oncoming flood. It gushed straight towards the skeletons and surviving hellhounds attacking Jarkoopi. The fire seemed to have a mind of its own, and great waves of fire would leap up and strike anything that tried to jump over the fire or dodge out of the way. Anything necrotic, unholy, demonic, or otherwise consisting of the stuff of nightmares would be badly burned at best and incinerated at worst. Jarkoopi, on the other hand, would only feel an uncomfortable sort of heat, as if not quite scalding water was being poured on him. If Riley or Cheesecake touched the flames they would take very little damage.
The more unholy, evil, and/or abominable the target, the more damage they would take. The more innocent and pure, the less damage. While the skeletons and demons would take massive damage (hopefully), a stray butterfly caught in the blaze would feel nothing at all.
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Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui
Dedicated
The mountaintop guardian shadows his lands...
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 1023 Years
Physical Description: Size (At standing pose): Height: 39 feet at the shoulder, Length: 104 feet
Eye color: Yellowish-White
Scale color: Light Blue, reflects a dull White in direct light
Dragon Species: European Dragon
Dragon Type: Chromatic
Dragon Color: Blue
http://i.imgur.com/Ba7kzgX.jpg
As a storm dragon, his hide and flesh can generate an electric charge passively when threatened, much like an eel, and can naturally and instantly release it upon being touched by a foreign organism or object.
As a human he takes the appearance of a man in the age range of forties to fifties, averagely built besides being a few inches taller than the average Joe and dressed in clean leather armor and worn blue cloths.
Clothes and Equipment: Two small leather pouches tucked under wings
He owns his father's ancestral unique magical scale mail. It is enchanted to break on impact and the shards return his body and reform into a different piece of armor until it is struck, then it repeats the steps.
A set of personal shoulder pads forged by Brock the forge master. It focuses the passive electricity in his hide into a beam of magic energy which blasts away targets.
Weaponry: Claws, Breath Attack (Lightning), and Bite
Treasure Hoarding: Minimal, mainly gems sometimes gold.
While as a human, he wields a magical long-sword, not much is known about his weapon, as he rarely uses it.
Allegiances: Isra (Loosely)
Player's online availability : US Central Time, Weekends: 8 AM to 11 PM, Weekdays: 6 AM to 9 PM
Registered: Mar 24, 2015 12:41:54 GMT -8
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Post by Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui on Nov 25, 2017 19:48:27 GMT -8
Jun of the Celadine Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui Riley Fletcher and Cheesecake Xel'rathJarkoopi would find with 10+ dogs, there was more danger than just some scratches. They were not below leaping and jumping and attempting to climb the massive beast, with teeth and claws at the ready to try and rend whatever they could. The poor creature than ended up in the paw of the beast barked and snarled until he was crushed, the last sound coming from it being a pained, pathetic whine as the bones shattered and skewered from the inside. This made another nasty problem, however. The blood that spilled from the beast was the color of molten, liquid magma - and burned just like magma. It would likely leave severe burns, if not melt away whatever it dripped over before splashing in steaming, hissing pools on the earth. But the hellhounds didn't seem phased in the slightest in regards to it - in fact, they could and would run through it with no attention minded. The soldiers were upon the dragon quickly, and they, too, held no qualms with clambering over the dragon and try whacking and hacking away with their reduced weaponry. "Take it down!" "Don't kill it - Lady Nessoria may want it!" Bark, bark!"Get the chains! Lash it down!" The one that had been launched back into the trees and was being silenced struggled and flailed, and would make every attempt to escape or at least try to bite the one holding his skull in one piece. Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui may have been occupied with killing a few dogs with one hand, but as the next wave came forward, he reared back, taking a massive swipe with a giant clawed hand at the late dogs and incoming zombies. Some dogs could’ve easily made it up his hind legs, but the remaining skeletons would have little ways onto to the giant swaying dragon. It’d take a moment, but the blue dragon felt the small burning sensation on his hand as the dog within his hand bled. He proceeded to chuck the dog into the lake and shake off the magma while he had done his swipe with his other hand. The storm dragon felt Jun about to unleash her attack, and used a magic trick he’d been waiting to try out for decades. Just before the flame flew from Jun’s position, the dragon would focus his mana and freeze up and would become as still as stone. He completely stopped moving, as a grey tint washed over his entire body. However he was still made of scale and flesh, just altered to be nigh indestructible and immovable. The dragon was unaffected by all physical or energetic attacks, but as a side effect, he could not move, see, nor speak. He could still sense the magical presences around his frozen husk. Now that Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui was immune to nearly everything, Jun of the Celadine’s flames could wash over him without any effect while also protecting himself from the creatures who’d made it ontop of 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 Nov 25, 2017 22:34:45 GMT -8
Ignoring what was going on in the field, Riley would continue to hold the skeleton down while Cheesecake began charging another spell.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 25, 2017 23:14:40 GMT -8
Jun of the Celadine Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui Riley Fletcher and Cheesecake Xel'rath There was a shriek of hounds as the fires washed over them and the undead warriors. Motion ceased within the flames save for the dance of heat and color itself. Whenever the flames finally receded there would have been a noticeable difference in the forces present. Several of the undead had collapsed in a pile of ash and melted bone, some partially so and left as slow-moving, warped excuses for creatures on the ground There were maybe a handful left standing, their bones bare and scorched terribly but not unable to move. The hound numbers had been easily cut in half, their empty and lifeless husks fried stiff and lying on the ground, jaws agape and never to shut again as smoke hissed from their forms. Yet there were still a good 8 that seemed unscathed. The dragon had frozen, and the remaining 10 men turned their empty eye sockets onto Jun who was now easily visible - and the direct target for their attack. The tallest of the remainder extended a steaming arm and pointed at her as the rest looked upon her. "Human mage... take her. Break her fingers. Lady Nessoria will want her alive." Weapons were reduced to nothing, but this didn't stop them from charging at her in another battle cry - some going so far as to yank an arm from it's socket and produce it as a makeshift mace. A whistle from that standing leader called off the hounds. Only two were directed to take down Jun, charging in and barking madly. The other four remained at the leader's side for now, poised to attack at a whim and snarling.
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Nov 25, 2017 23:39:00 GMT -8
Jun had shown off what her sword could do; now it was time to show off her shield. There was a flash of light as the small, brass-looking buckler appeared on her wrist. The enchanted gem at the center of the shield glowed a brilliant blue, as if baiting the surviving forces to bring it on.
As the hounds approached, a dozen thick, ropey tendrils of water shot out of the gem in response. Jun's eyes shifted rapidly from target to target, as if telepathically informing the water what to do. The tendrils flailed out like whips, striking at the hounds' feet, pushing their way under their eyelids, clogging their throats through their gaping maws, anything to slow them down or stop them.
Because she hadn't had time to prepare, her actions were mostly defensive. She would need time to charge up something that could actually destroy the hounds a second time. She did at least enter a defensive stance with her sword in one hand and her shield in the other. "Uh, little help?!" She called out to her teammates.
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Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui
Dedicated
The mountaintop guardian shadows his lands...
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 1023 Years
Physical Description: Size (At standing pose): Height: 39 feet at the shoulder, Length: 104 feet
Eye color: Yellowish-White
Scale color: Light Blue, reflects a dull White in direct light
Dragon Species: European Dragon
Dragon Type: Chromatic
Dragon Color: Blue
http://i.imgur.com/Ba7kzgX.jpg
As a storm dragon, his hide and flesh can generate an electric charge passively when threatened, much like an eel, and can naturally and instantly release it upon being touched by a foreign organism or object.
As a human he takes the appearance of a man in the age range of forties to fifties, averagely built besides being a few inches taller than the average Joe and dressed in clean leather armor and worn blue cloths.
Clothes and Equipment: Two small leather pouches tucked under wings
He owns his father's ancestral unique magical scale mail. It is enchanted to break on impact and the shards return his body and reform into a different piece of armor until it is struck, then it repeats the steps.
A set of personal shoulder pads forged by Brock the forge master. It focuses the passive electricity in his hide into a beam of magic energy which blasts away targets.
Weaponry: Claws, Breath Attack (Lightning), and Bite
Treasure Hoarding: Minimal, mainly gems sometimes gold.
While as a human, he wields a magical long-sword, not much is known about his weapon, as he rarely uses it.
Allegiances: Isra (Loosely)
Player's online availability : US Central Time, Weekends: 8 AM to 11 PM, Weekdays: 6 AM to 9 PM
Registered: Mar 24, 2015 12:41:54 GMT -8
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Post by Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui on Nov 27, 2017 6:44:03 GMT -8
Jun of the Celadine Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui Riley Fletcher and Cheesecake Xel'rath There was a shriek of hounds as the fires washed over them and the undead warriors. Motion ceased within the flames save for the dance of heat and color itself. Whenever the flames finally receded there would have been a noticeable difference in the forces present. Several of the undead had collapsed in a pile of ash and melted bone, some partially so and left as slow-moving, warped excuses for creatures on the ground There were maybe a handful left standing, their bones bare and scorched terribly but not unable to move. The hound numbers had been easily cut in half, their empty and lifeless husks fried stiff and lying on the ground, jaws agape and never to shut again as smoke hissed from their forms. Yet there were still a good 8 that seemed unscathed. The dragon had frozen, and the remaining 10 men turned their empty eye sockets onto Jun who was now easily visible - and the direct target for their attack. The tallest of the remainder extended a steaming arm and pointed at her as the rest looked upon her. "Human mage... take her. Break her fingers. Lady Nessoria will want her alive." Weapons were reduced to nothing, but this didn't stop them from charging at her in another battle cry - some going so far as to yank an arm from it's socket and produce it as a makeshift mace. A whistle from that standing leader called off the hounds. Only two were directed to take down Jun, charging in and barking madly. The other four remained at the leader's side for now, poised to attack at a whim and snarling. Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui sensed the presence of the skellys and dogs dismount from his back, and thus unfroze himself. He took a brief moment to regain his spatial awareness, before acting further. Seeing as nearly all of the creatures were heading towards Jun of the Celadine, he decided swiftly strike their rear. From out of the blue the storm dragon’s claw reached out towards the assumed leader and any compatriots nearby, in a wide swipe of the claw, the dragon’s arm came down upon any poor foes stuck in the back of their lines. The attack was a wide blunt swing, looking to break, launch and crush anyone who stood in it’s way. Immediately after, Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui took a few steps back away from the hostile party, giving him time to react to anyone nearby who decided to charge him. He might have been able to at least temporarily dispose of most of the fiends charging Jun, but she’d likely still have a dog or two to deal with.
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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 Nov 27, 2017 10:43:03 GMT -8
"Cheese, finish this."
Riley continued to restrain the skeleton but Cheesecake unleashed her spell on the remaining skeleton horde. The ground beneath them began to sink, forming a ditch that dug deeper and deeper into the ground. Eventually a massive 20'x20' hole formed where they stood that gave way to a spiked pit 50 feet deep with smoothed sides that proved difficult to climb out of. Any not on the edges of it would be dropped below while the remaining would have to hurry to escape its pull.
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Registered: Apr 30, 2024 22:48:10 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2017 21:24:47 GMT -8
Jun of the Celadine Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui Riley Fletcher and Cheesecake Xel'rathJun would find the tendrils more than effective at stopping the hounds, as the watery forms took a very volatile effect against the fire and magma that composed the inside of the monsters. Steam hissed angrily from their mouths as their insides began to cool and grow solid - the fiery light in their eyes dimming to blackened stone as their final motions ceased, now dead. The soldiers were almost upon her when their footing suddenly gave out and they were sent crashing to the bottom of the pit, skewered wordlessly and without a peep. It seemed they felt no pain, but the force from the landing was still devastating to their structural integrity. Many of the limbs and bodies were broken, if not shattered. Any movement at the bottom of the hole was sluggish and minor - it didn't seem that they had what it took to pull themselves back together or rise from the pit. The swipe of the dragon sent the last remaining hunter and all four of his hounds flying, with claws rending two of those hounds and sending them yelping and crying back into the trees - leaving a trail of molten magma drops in their wake as if it was blood. Any remaining spectre stallions had long vanished before them, to who knows where. The head of the unit lifted his skull from the ground to find that his spine had snapped and he was in two pieces on the ground, with one arm completely removed from socket and... somewhere. Where had it gone? His legs shifted on their own, at his will, but with no aid he couldn't get them to stand - nor could he get far with only one arm upon his torso. The poor fool stuck and silenced by Riley continued to wiggle, though it was sinking in he had managed a more fortunate fate than his comrades for now.
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Nov 27, 2017 23:26:11 GMT -8
As the hounds fell and the rest of the enemy had been defeated, Jun's water tendrils withdrew back into her shield with a woosh. With that done she breathed a sigh of relief and sheathed her sword. Her shield remained fastened to her wrist.
She sauntered over to Riley and Cheesecake and pointed at their skeletal prisoner.
"Now... I may just be a country bumpkin from the Land-Tiller's tribe, but... I don't think that's a bandit."
She looked over to Jarkoopi. "Pirate? Maybe. Raider? Perhaps. But, bandit? I dunno. I feel like he's missing a sort of, roguish charm. That and internal organs. I dunno. What do you think?"
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Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui
Dedicated
The mountaintop guardian shadows his lands...
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 1023 Years
Physical Description: Size (At standing pose): Height: 39 feet at the shoulder, Length: 104 feet
Eye color: Yellowish-White
Scale color: Light Blue, reflects a dull White in direct light
Dragon Species: European Dragon
Dragon Type: Chromatic
Dragon Color: Blue
http://i.imgur.com/Ba7kzgX.jpg
As a storm dragon, his hide and flesh can generate an electric charge passively when threatened, much like an eel, and can naturally and instantly release it upon being touched by a foreign organism or object.
As a human he takes the appearance of a man in the age range of forties to fifties, averagely built besides being a few inches taller than the average Joe and dressed in clean leather armor and worn blue cloths.
Clothes and Equipment: Two small leather pouches tucked under wings
He owns his father's ancestral unique magical scale mail. It is enchanted to break on impact and the shards return his body and reform into a different piece of armor until it is struck, then it repeats the steps.
A set of personal shoulder pads forged by Brock the forge master. It focuses the passive electricity in his hide into a beam of magic energy which blasts away targets.
Weaponry: Claws, Breath Attack (Lightning), and Bite
Treasure Hoarding: Minimal, mainly gems sometimes gold.
While as a human, he wields a magical long-sword, not much is known about his weapon, as he rarely uses it.
Allegiances: Isra (Loosely)
Player's online availability : US Central Time, Weekends: 8 AM to 11 PM, Weekdays: 6 AM to 9 PM
Registered: Mar 24, 2015 12:41:54 GMT -8
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Post by Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui on Nov 29, 2017 6:31:16 GMT -8
Just as the dragon backed away, a giant hole appeared where he was just standing if he hadn’t moved. Some sort of warning would’ve been appreciated, but oh well. No harm had come, at least, not this time. Seeing as combat had mostly ended, even though those horses had gotten away Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui could relax as he walked over to the downed captain and crushed him into the dirt with his claw, finishing him off before craning his long neck to look towards the one Riley Fletcher and Cheesecake managed to entangle in goo. “Undead would be the proper prefix to whatever title you decide.”Dead things, at least to this degree were not supposed to exist. However they didn’t seem to be zombies, they had wills of their own, which intrigued the dragon.
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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 Nov 29, 2017 9:34:04 GMT -8
The pit closed a moment later, crushing the victims into dust and removing the trap from existence entirely. Riley let go of the entangled skeleton now that there was no need to silence him. It was still entangled in some sort of strange goo. Cheesecake fluttered down to it and pulled off a piece, popping it into her mouth and chewing with glee. She purred a little as she swallowed. Taffy!
"Anyone have mind reading magic? Might be easier to use than trying to interrogate him." Riley asked the others. Cheesecake chirped and floated back up to Riley's head, preparing another spell. "If they know something it might be faster if they do it, Cheese."
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Registered: Apr 30, 2024 22:48:10 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2017 21:34:34 GMT -8
Jun of the Celadine Riley Fletcher and Cheesecake Jarkoopi, Kepesk AltiuiThe remaining soldier, after watching his commander be ground to dust in the ground, went still with his nonexistent eyes pegging everyone around him as his head was on a swivel. He finally settled on Jun as she spoke, offended - granted with no muscle or skin remaining on his bones it was near impossible to tell he was upset. The only hint was probably the tone of voice as he spoke. "Bandit?! The hell you know, human?! Where did you lot come from - you ain't from the villages!" He wiggled further in the taffy bindings, his bones rattling in his warped armor. "I'll have you know I was following orders! I did as I was told, and you evil, stupid animals killed my dog! What is wrong with you?!" he screeched, his voice beginning to crack. "He was my best friend since I was raised and you just killed him like that! How would you feel if I killed your dog, huh?!" ... did he sound on the verge of crying...?
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Dec 1, 2017 22:08:16 GMT -8
Jun suddenly felt a genuine pang of guilt. After all, she had befriended demons before, and it did suddenly occur to her that they might have been gentler with the creatures had they been cuter and cuddlier.
"I'd be heartbroken." She said sympathetically. "We're not going to argue what we did was optimal. But we had to stop you from raiding the village. We're coming after your master, and the sooner we free you of their control the sooner you can rest in peace and we can give the casualties a proper burial, including your dog. I'm sorry but that's just how it's going to be."
She folded her arms and tried to make her face a bit more stern, but there were still traces of humanizing in her eyes. "Please don't make this harder than it needs to be."
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Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui
Dedicated
The mountaintop guardian shadows his lands...
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 1023 Years
Physical Description: Size (At standing pose): Height: 39 feet at the shoulder, Length: 104 feet
Eye color: Yellowish-White
Scale color: Light Blue, reflects a dull White in direct light
Dragon Species: European Dragon
Dragon Type: Chromatic
Dragon Color: Blue
http://i.imgur.com/Ba7kzgX.jpg
As a storm dragon, his hide and flesh can generate an electric charge passively when threatened, much like an eel, and can naturally and instantly release it upon being touched by a foreign organism or object.
As a human he takes the appearance of a man in the age range of forties to fifties, averagely built besides being a few inches taller than the average Joe and dressed in clean leather armor and worn blue cloths.
Clothes and Equipment: Two small leather pouches tucked under wings
He owns his father's ancestral unique magical scale mail. It is enchanted to break on impact and the shards return his body and reform into a different piece of armor until it is struck, then it repeats the steps.
A set of personal shoulder pads forged by Brock the forge master. It focuses the passive electricity in his hide into a beam of magic energy which blasts away targets.
Weaponry: Claws, Breath Attack (Lightning), and Bite
Treasure Hoarding: Minimal, mainly gems sometimes gold.
While as a human, he wields a magical long-sword, not much is known about his weapon, as he rarely uses it.
Allegiances: Isra (Loosely)
Player's online availability : US Central Time, Weekends: 8 AM to 11 PM, Weekdays: 6 AM to 9 PM
Registered: Mar 24, 2015 12:41:54 GMT -8
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Post by Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui on Dec 2, 2017 9:51:02 GMT -8
The pit closed a moment later, crushing the victims into dust and removing the trap from existence entirely. Riley let go of the entangled skeleton now that there was no need to silence him. It was still entangled in some sort of strange goo. Cheesecake fluttered down to it and pulled off a piece, popping it into her mouth and chewing with glee. She purred a little as she swallowed. Taffy! "Anyone have mind reading magic? Might be easier to use than trying to interrogate him." Riley asked the others. Cheesecake chirped and floated back up to Riley's head, preparing another spell. "If they know something it might be faster if they do it, Cheese." Riley mentioned something about mind reading magic, and while Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui's wasn't ideal, he did have it. The dragon spoke up. “I do have mind reading magic, it just happens to kill the-”The skeleton began to talk and nearly cried… Oh boy… Jun suddenly felt a genuine pang of guilt. After all, she had befriended demons before, and it did suddenly occur to her that they might have been gentler with the creatures had they been cuter and cuddlier. "I'd be heartbroken." She said sympathetically. "We're not going to argue what we did was optimal. But we had to stop you from raiding the village. We're coming after your master, and the sooner we free you of their control the sooner you can rest in peace and we can give the casualties a proper burial, including your dog. I'm sorry but that's just how it's going to be." She folded her arms and tried to make her face a bit more stern, but there were still traces of humanizing in her eyes. "Please don't make this harder than it needs to be." It’s was Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui’s turn to have his own word with the thing. His yellow eye glared down on the smaller creature that was snagged in taffy, how pathetic. He showed no sincerity for this thing. Only flames, destruction and a brewing storm existed through the eyes of that dragon. He followed up on Jun’s statement. “Or... Make this much harder, and we can take you apart in pieces, slowly crushing and destroying each one of your bones into dust, only to have the final sweet release of death be cheated from you, because your soul will be trapped in a bottle until the end of time.”If the dragon could fire knives from his eyeballs, he likely would’ve been doing it now.
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