Arridia
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Roleplay posts: 74
Registered: Apr 26, 2018 16:53:11 GMT -8
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Post by Arridia on Jun 2, 2018 20:36:01 GMT -8
"Your right, they require and upgrade" he stated with a sigh, and inclined his head as if saying, you can break.
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Amaya Thundra
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 198
Age: 24
Physical Description: She has pale blue hair that is rather jagged and cut short (she cuts her own hair with a knife). Her eyes are a golden color that looks much like lightning ripping across the sky. When her powers are active, it looks like lightning is running through her veins. Her ears are pointed and long. She stands at about 6 foot and her nails are normal unless she is feeling beastly when they can grow into talons. Otherwise, she appears as a normal human. Also... horns.
Clothes and Equipment: It looks as though she is constantly wearing a tattered black cloak, but it is actually her wings folded over her body that are pretty durable against attacks. She wears light armor underneath her wings typically and dresses lightly. Though she is not a fan of dresses and skirts or any clothing that restricts her movement, if it necessary or particularly unique, she can be convinced to wear it. She wields a broad sword in case of emergency but prefers to fight hand to hand.
Allegiances: Edan; To a lesser degree her father, Ixdraynael
Registered: May 31, 2018 19:40:04 GMT -8
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Post by Amaya Thundra on Jun 2, 2018 20:45:24 GMT -8
She gave a pleased hum at that and shrugged to shed her cloak... Or at least it had appeared so until her cloak fold into broad leathery wings resting against her back. As her wings folded it revealed a two handed claymore strapped to her back which she unsheathed simply with one arm, testing the weight before suddenly surging forward as if riding the wind that picked up at their backs and ramming into the heavy wooden gates. The wood groaned and splintered under the onslaught and Amaya stood at the other side, sheathing her blade and folding her wings back over her chest looking back at them, smoldering splintered wood around her. "Obstacle erased."
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Arridia
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Roleplay posts: 74
Registered: Apr 26, 2018 16:53:11 GMT -8
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Post by Arridia on Jun 2, 2018 20:50:49 GMT -8
The Crocodile looked on with mild curiosity before, uttering; "Than-" Before sounds of a battle erupted from the town.
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Amaya Thundra
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 198
Age: 24
Physical Description: She has pale blue hair that is rather jagged and cut short (she cuts her own hair with a knife). Her eyes are a golden color that looks much like lightning ripping across the sky. When her powers are active, it looks like lightning is running through her veins. Her ears are pointed and long. She stands at about 6 foot and her nails are normal unless she is feeling beastly when they can grow into talons. Otherwise, she appears as a normal human. Also... horns.
Clothes and Equipment: It looks as though she is constantly wearing a tattered black cloak, but it is actually her wings folded over her body that are pretty durable against attacks. She wears light armor underneath her wings typically and dresses lightly. Though she is not a fan of dresses and skirts or any clothing that restricts her movement, if it necessary or particularly unique, she can be convinced to wear it. She wields a broad sword in case of emergency but prefers to fight hand to hand.
Allegiances: Edan; To a lesser degree her father, Ixdraynael
Registered: May 31, 2018 19:40:04 GMT -8
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Post by Amaya Thundra on Jun 2, 2018 21:03:24 GMT -8
Amaya's attention was immediately diverted by the sounds of battle. "I'm going on ahead. Find me later. Consider this a demonstration." She said before the wind picked up again and her wings spread again. With a leap, she was shooting off in the direction of the ruckus.
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Arridia
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Roleplay posts: 74
Registered: Apr 26, 2018 16:53:11 GMT -8
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Post by Arridia on Jun 3, 2018 5:45:39 GMT -8
The Crocodile gestured for the dwarves to follow him as he and his fellow Aridians hurried through the city to see what had happened.
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Ittan-Momen
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Roleplay posts: 30
Physical Description: A roll of cotton
Clothes and Equipment: Cotton
Registered: Jan 22, 2018 21:21:40 GMT -8
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Post by Ittan-Momen on Jun 3, 2018 6:21:24 GMT -8
The cotton saw the metallic angel appear in a bright flash of light, and paused where it was in the air to look at it, even if it had no eyes to do so. It seemed slightly dangerous, and very not-cotton-friendly. The humans also seemed to think it was friendly, and started trying to poke it with flying sticks and shooting fire and water at it. This was enough to convince the Cotton to stay away from the center of town.
And so he descends into the outskirts of town, and attempts to find a human to be friends with, spouting the greeting he had learned from the scary people on the northern island. “Goo dai wah bing yu oo s-ri-u ilan.”
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Arridia
Committed
Roleplay posts: 74
Registered: Apr 26, 2018 16:53:11 GMT -8
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Post by Arridia on Jun 3, 2018 7:07:49 GMT -8
After a while of jogging the Sand Cat saw his home on the horizon. He did not seem to be affected by the blinding glare and heat of the sun, but rather seemed refreshed.
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Amaya Thundra
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 198
Age: 24
Physical Description: She has pale blue hair that is rather jagged and cut short (she cuts her own hair with a knife). Her eyes are a golden color that looks much like lightning ripping across the sky. When her powers are active, it looks like lightning is running through her veins. Her ears are pointed and long. She stands at about 6 foot and her nails are normal unless she is feeling beastly when they can grow into talons. Otherwise, she appears as a normal human. Also... horns.
Clothes and Equipment: It looks as though she is constantly wearing a tattered black cloak, but it is actually her wings folded over her body that are pretty durable against attacks. She wears light armor underneath her wings typically and dresses lightly. Though she is not a fan of dresses and skirts or any clothing that restricts her movement, if it necessary or particularly unique, she can be convinced to wear it. She wields a broad sword in case of emergency but prefers to fight hand to hand.
Allegiances: Edan; To a lesser degree her father, Ixdraynael
Registered: May 31, 2018 19:40:04 GMT -8
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Post by Amaya Thundra on Jun 3, 2018 15:37:38 GMT -8
Amaya looked around as she soared above te town trying to find the signs of a struggle as she did, eyes scanning over the landscape, the wind picking up under her as she soared above them.
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Post by Grand Duchy of Voruta on Jun 3, 2018 17:20:03 GMT -8
The Dwarves had been following behind the Alligators complacently, glad to finally have a guide in these barren wastes in their opinions. The billy goats the Dwarves rode proved much faster than perhaps thought by their hosts, easily keeping pace with the light horses the rode. Their sullen silence from their earlier travels disappeared, and the guttaral Vorutan tongue rose in shouts and laughs, joshing and prodding each other in turn. Enthralled in their own little bubble of conversation, they didn't notice the apprehensions of the Alligators as they stopped at the wooden gates.
Their jovial mood was demolished when the song of steel erupted over the column, pulling them from their revelries. They paused for only a few seconds, and that was to pull out their armaments. War picks, hand crossbows, swords and smaller pavise style shields seemed to appear from nowhere, filling the hands of the Dwarves. Running to their pack goats, they quickly pulled on gambesons and chainmail armor, and chichak helmets found their way onto every Dwarf's head.
They may not have made the best of impressions when the Alligators first found them, but they cut an impressive display as they followed after them. Holding a hand crossbow in each hand, the leader of the caravan pushed to the front of the pack, asking in his guttural tongue, "Ką gi yra pragaro tipo priėmimas!?" It wouldn't take much more than context for one to figure out he was asking what was happening ahead of them.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 3, 2024 1:24:26 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2018 17:40:55 GMT -8
Scaling a dune revealed that there was, indeed, life in this place. A sprawling city that almost seemed to merge with the sands in the right light, but it was clearly there. An oasis. She saw the man she had been following already at, what looked like, entrance gates through a defensive wall into town. She took care but made haste to approach - looking to get out of the direct sun, find some cool water, and learn more about what was here. Of Aridia.
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Zhiode
Established
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: Lithe, athletic body covered in platinum armor stylized similar to feathers. Broad feathered wings spread from her back. Yellow highlights adorn her forehead, chest, and abdomen.
Clothes and Equipment: Carries a curved shield, thin but long, which tapers to twin points at the bottom and a yellow marking on the center similar to her body, and a plain, one-handed broadsword, with a hilt forged of a yellow mineral and a silver blade.
Player's online availability : Sporadic, but mostly regular
Registered: Mar 23, 2018 18:40:35 GMT -8
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Post by Zhiode on Jun 3, 2018 19:11:25 GMT -8
By all apperances, the druid's efforts go exactly as intended. Her visor moves to track Beaver as the strangely named creature lights itself on fire. Then her legs are pressed together by the sand, and her wings snatched by the water until she is brought to the ground, splattering into what is now mud. But a discerning eye might notice some things; subtle, yet telling. Her visor moves to track the flaming bird, yet little else happens. No tensing of her arms or wings, no twitch to indicate the preparation of her weapons. One might, if both perceptive and intuitive enough, deduce that she has no intention to react to Beaver; almost as if she doesn't care. Then the sand attack comes, particles swirling tightly around her legs and forcing them together. The motion happens almost too quickly. One might expect some sort of resistance to such an action; an attempt to avoid the attack, or at least move against the ensnaring sand. But the trap works flawlessly, her legs easily wrapped by the tendrils. Then come the coils of water. They come crashing down upon her wings - except her wings move before they're touched by the water. The difference is that of milliseconds, imperceptible to both the untrained and the unsuspecting, yet it is there. Her landing, too, seems too intentional, too coordinated; the slight roll to it, the way one knee hits the ground before the other. Regardless, she splats into the wet sand shield first, sending a slurry of soaked silt onto all those nearby.
There is a moment's pause, a lull as the water and sand come to their final resting places. Then Zhiode rises, her once gleaming visor now muddied by the druid's trap. She sniffs dismissively. "Not bad. You might have given me a scratch."
The air around her charges with a sudden energy - the magic of the Valkyrie. The foreign magic electrifies the air, its usage familiar to the point of being almost instinctual to Zhiode. It brings with it the automatic associations of its previous uses - the anticipation of the charge into many a battle, the thrill of smiting weaklings, and even the slight bitter tinge of retreat. Like now. The sky darkens, clouds swirling into existence above Zhiode. They crackle and boom with magical energy, a bolt lancing down with speed unparalleled by man, beast, or nature. It strikes the Valkylrie, surrounding her with a raging, hissing light. The next moment, both Zhiode and her magic are gone, her teleportation finished.
[EXIT]
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Arridia
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Roleplay posts: 74
Registered: Apr 26, 2018 16:53:11 GMT -8
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Post by Arridia on Jun 3, 2018 19:43:34 GMT -8
The Sand Cat and Alligators guiding the dwarves, carefully made their way through the city, until they reached the center where they saw their leader, and ran to him to confer in their native language.
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Arridia
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Roleplay posts: 74
Registered: Apr 26, 2018 16:53:11 GMT -8
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Post by Arridia on Jun 3, 2018 19:44:51 GMT -8
@kiera
Soon, a second figure ran into the city square, followed by yet another figure.
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Registered: May 3, 2024 1:24:26 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2018 19:54:06 GMT -8
After a while of a dead silence, The Sheikh broke away from the group of natives, and addressed the entire group of outlanders. "Wherever you come, from welcome to Aridia. Normally I would not welcome you all with open arms, but it seems we have somehow made enemies with a stronger nation. So I request all of your help, to defend our land before this twisted nation takes it forcefully from us.
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Post by Grand Duchy of Voruta on Jun 3, 2018 20:10:56 GMT -8
The Dwarves appeared almost downcast as they realized they missed the opportunity to pick a fight, the perfect distraction to take their mind off their journey. Muttering to themselves in their guttural language, eventually the one who translated earlier was pushed forward, riding forward on his billy goat while sheathing his war pick. Pausing a few feet from the person who appeared to be the leader of this ragtag pack, the Dwarf haltingly asked while occasionally muttering to himself, "Battle? Big Battle? Kvailys, kas yra tas žodis? ...War? And with whom?"
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Amaya Thundra
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 198
Age: 24
Physical Description: She has pale blue hair that is rather jagged and cut short (she cuts her own hair with a knife). Her eyes are a golden color that looks much like lightning ripping across the sky. When her powers are active, it looks like lightning is running through her veins. Her ears are pointed and long. She stands at about 6 foot and her nails are normal unless she is feeling beastly when they can grow into talons. Otherwise, she appears as a normal human. Also... horns.
Clothes and Equipment: It looks as though she is constantly wearing a tattered black cloak, but it is actually her wings folded over her body that are pretty durable against attacks. She wears light armor underneath her wings typically and dresses lightly. Though she is not a fan of dresses and skirts or any clothing that restricts her movement, if it necessary or particularly unique, she can be convinced to wear it. She wields a broad sword in case of emergency but prefers to fight hand to hand.
Allegiances: Edan; To a lesser degree her father, Ixdraynael
Registered: May 31, 2018 19:40:04 GMT -8
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Post by Amaya Thundra on Jun 3, 2018 20:18:42 GMT -8
Amaya had landed on the ground silently and enveloped the wings around herself, looking over at the dwarves curiously, never having met such stout little men. She leant an ear to the Sheikh's words as she pulled off her hood finally, revealing her complete appearance, horns glinting slightly in the sun as she took him in critically. "So long as the terms are properly negotiated, I have no problem lending a hand if you will take a hand from that of a half demon." She said as she walked up, looking down at the little man as she did.
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Huata of the Dittany
Committed
Roleplay posts: 63
Age: 19
Physical Description: Dark eyes and light skin, 6'0, boyish face, strong jaw, usually smiling
Clothes and Equipment: A simple twig staff, leather robes engraved with runes, a bow and arrow, and a pet falcon named Beaver.
Registered: May 15, 2016 21:25:47 GMT -8
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Post by Huata of the Dittany on Jun 3, 2018 20:23:42 GMT -8
The falcon circled back to its master, and the Land-Tillers relaxed and stood down. Then they started deliberating amongst themselves. It didn't take very long, surprisingly.
When they were done, Huata stepped forward. "Our people hate bullies." He said factually. "As a show of good faith, we'll help defend this land. Us outsiders need to make a good impression, right? With your permission, we can attempt a few rituals to bring some more allies too."
One of the elven women waved at the dwarves. Dwarves were unheard of in the Expanse; it was just them and the humans for the last few thousand years. So it was nice to meet a new humanoid species once in a while.
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Registered: May 3, 2024 1:24:26 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2018 20:25:49 GMT -8
The figure, plus a second one from out of nowhere, seemed to rush in the gates - Kiera wasn't quite so eager to run. She had no idea what was awaiting within the massive doors that barred her way. She approached carefully, hand shifting to the crossbow strap again - keeping an eye out for posted guards or for whatever enemy the garbed man had spoken of before.
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Registered: May 3, 2024 1:24:26 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2018 20:26:15 GMT -8
If The Sheikh had been surprised at Amayas appearance, he hid it well. "Of course we will take the hand of a half-demon, the terms will be negotiated if you want money we can provide it." He explained patiently, before plainly stating to the dwarf, in the most simple way he could think of; "Yes, big war, why?" Then he gave his thanks to Huata, in the form of a slight bow.
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Amaya Thundra
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 198
Age: 24
Physical Description: She has pale blue hair that is rather jagged and cut short (she cuts her own hair with a knife). Her eyes are a golden color that looks much like lightning ripping across the sky. When her powers are active, it looks like lightning is running through her veins. Her ears are pointed and long. She stands at about 6 foot and her nails are normal unless she is feeling beastly when they can grow into talons. Otherwise, she appears as a normal human. Also... horns.
Clothes and Equipment: It looks as though she is constantly wearing a tattered black cloak, but it is actually her wings folded over her body that are pretty durable against attacks. She wears light armor underneath her wings typically and dresses lightly. Though she is not a fan of dresses and skirts or any clothing that restricts her movement, if it necessary or particularly unique, she can be convinced to wear it. She wields a broad sword in case of emergency but prefers to fight hand to hand.
Allegiances: Edan; To a lesser degree her father, Ixdraynael
Registered: May 31, 2018 19:40:04 GMT -8
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Post by Amaya Thundra on Jun 3, 2018 20:34:16 GMT -8
Amaya scoffed a bit, taking her eyes away for the curious little men for a moment to respond. "Money is hardly what I desire but again, that can be negotiated. But first off, what are these curious little beings?" She asked as she crouched to look at them more closely, more in the fashion of an intrigued scholar than to just stare at an attraction at a festival.
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