Askar
Committed
I'm just a happy camper.
Roleplay posts: 62 
Age: Ancient
Physical Description: Size: Askar is 510 feet long, including his tail. He is heavily built in the sense that he looks muscular and has a broad body. His maw is large enough to swallow a bull mammoth whole, his wingspan roughly 1050 feet.
Eyes: Black. Askar's eyes weren't reptilian-like, they were beaming with existential thought unlike an animal.
Color: Askar's scales were dark blue, ranging to a lighter almost grey color on his stomach.
Species: Elder Vintra
Askar's body resembled mostly that of a European dragon. Unlike many dragons he had front and back legs that weren't connected to his wings. His claws were black, thick as battering rams. His teeth were broadswords.Two large horns are placed on the top of his skull, strong enough to bring ruin to most castles.
Askar unlike many other dragons also did not have an opening at the bottom of his chest, it was covered in scale.
http://montre24.com/postimg1/fiz03.jpg
(Roughly something along the lines of this)
Clothes and Equipment: Unlike many dragons, Askar breathes a blue flame. The specific fire that Askar produces is extremely potent and will burn hotter than your average dragon flame, it is said to be capable of melting away stone walls and bring mountainsides to a boil. Askar also has a numbing effect on magic, especially hostile magic intended to harm him. It is very hard to hurt a dragon with sorcery or otherwise put it under a spell.
Registered: May 21, 2015 12:50:03 GMT -8
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Post by Askar on Jun 17, 2019 18:52:13 GMT -8
 The Gilded Hills
Dragon's Den
Somewhere far away from civilization, far away from people - a hidden valley lay. The sun hit the treetops of the valleys surrounding The Gilded Hills, making the area live up to its name by spreading a wondrous almost yellow glow across the vast treetops. The area had been home to a race of elves once, and ruins among the many rivers and creeks could be found, claimed by nature in the shape of vines and bushes attempting to cover up history. Hills in the hundreds and a few mountains were scattered across the woodland realm, making it extremely difficult to navigate on foot, unless one were to actually climb one to note the surrounding area.![]()
All sorts of wildlife inhabited the hills, even a few mythical creatures. Centaurs of low intelligence, Trolls of even lower intelligence and of course the fabled Griffins. The Griffins soared in the dozens above the trees, having made the trees their nests, the mountain caves their homes and sky their domain. If one were to find such magnificent creatures in heaps, it was sure to be here.
On the side of the largest mountain, one so large that snow covered the very tip of it - an opening in the mountainside lay. The entrance to cavern claimed the center of the mountainside and could be seen from miles away, two thousand feet tall and hundreds wide. The sheer dark emitting from the cave was so unnerving to wildlife that most creatures stayed away, or was it perhaps something that caused them to stray?
The smell of death and rot in the air around the area was pungent, the water ran with much less clarity in the surrounding rivers. Something had set to infest the area with its presence, causing a disruption in the natural balance that would've never occurred in the time of the elves.
There was silence. Very little happened around these parts. Time stood still.
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A Band of Settlers
New
Roleplay posts: 1
Physical Description: A group of roughly 150 men, women and children accompanied by a few soldiers and builders. These people come in all shapes and sizes, although with a common goal.
Clothes and Equipment: They are equipped with tools, food, cattle and all the means necessary to found a township
Allegiances: Lord Castar
Registered: Jun 17, 2019 19:04:08 GMT -8
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Post by A Band of Settlers on Jun 17, 2019 19:18:51 GMT -8
Carving through the untouched landscape came roughly a hundred and fifty people in a closely knit group, walking through the forests with cows, donkeys and wagons alike. There were little to no clearings or trails for them to move through, so a lot of vegetation had to be removed for the horde to pass through. They were looking for the base of a mountain. An adventurer back home had spread rumors in a few close villages of this far-away land and its ancient riches, stemming from an elven civilization now reduced to rubble.
Word had spread and these maverick settlers had banded together under an adventurer and former Mayor of one of the villages. Lord Castar they called him, and in the six months they had been travelling, things had been splendid under his leadership, he had even gained an almost cult-like status around his leadership and word of this fresh start had spread to many corners of the world during their travels to this final location.
Upon arriving at the promised plot of land the settlers found a disappointment in the sense that most of the ruins were barely standing. The grass was pale, malnourished and weak in these parts. Rivers running with water that had made some of the people sick. Rotting carcasses spread in the hundreds. Entire areas of forest burnt to a crisp. This was not what was promised.
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Lord Castar Ravenduch
New
Roleplay posts: 3
Age: 47
Physical Description: A man of tall stature standing at 6'3 roughly 200 pounds. A mustache and black hair swept back framed the face of the slightly pudgy man. His words were all spoken with a sense of purpose and an air of respect. He moved like a leader, despite the limp on his right leg caused by a hunting accident.
Clothes and Equipment: Often dressed in simple garments much like the rest of his company, although sometimes a bit flamboyant when it comes to the coloring of his garments. Rarely wears armor.
Registered: Jun 17, 2019 19:20:39 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Castar Ravenduch on Jun 17, 2019 19:48:25 GMT -8
Lord Castar kicked a smaller rock across one of the meadows before them in an out of character move before releasing a bellowing roar. "Relax, all!" He shouted "Relax!" As murmurs spread like wildfire among the many settlers.
"Something is clearly not right..." He said, holding up one hand to stall them as he overlooked his maps. His eyes squinting in sheer frustration as they darted down the page, reading descriptions, looking at landmarks. The map had been bought by a travelling salesmen years ago and had become a dream of his.
"Something..." He mumbled, turning to gaze out over the plains. Before him were hundreds of rocks, blocks of stone and pillars scattered. They must've made a beautiful city once, now worth as little as the dirt beneath them. Behind this scene was a large river running, and on the other side the foot of the mountain. As Lord Castar's eyes trailed the vegetation he soon discovered the enormous opening in the mountainside.
"By the gods..." He whispered, the map falling from his hand.
"The gates of hell!" A woman yelled from the back, her husband consoling her with a hug as she shrieked.
"W-Wait folks... This is all..."
He was interrupted as people began pointing and shouting at the hole in the mountain.
"This is all perfectly reasonable... A mere geographical landmark, yes!" He said with a smile.
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Askar
Committed
I'm just a happy camper.
Roleplay posts: 62
Age: Ancient
Physical Description: Size: Askar is 510 feet long, including his tail. He is heavily built in the sense that he looks muscular and has a broad body. His maw is large enough to swallow a bull mammoth whole, his wingspan roughly 1050 feet.
Eyes: Black. Askar's eyes weren't reptilian-like, they were beaming with existential thought unlike an animal.
Color: Askar's scales were dark blue, ranging to a lighter almost grey color on his stomach.
Species: Elder Vintra
Askar's body resembled mostly that of a European dragon. Unlike many dragons he had front and back legs that weren't connected to his wings. His claws were black, thick as battering rams. His teeth were broadswords.Two large horns are placed on the top of his skull, strong enough to bring ruin to most castles.
Askar unlike many other dragons also did not have an opening at the bottom of his chest, it was covered in scale.
http://montre24.com/postimg1/fiz03.jpg
(Roughly something along the lines of this)
Clothes and Equipment: Unlike many dragons, Askar breathes a blue flame. The specific fire that Askar produces is extremely potent and will burn hotter than your average dragon flame, it is said to be capable of melting away stone walls and bring mountainsides to a boil. Askar also has a numbing effect on magic, especially hostile magic intended to harm him. It is very hard to hurt a dragon with sorcery or otherwise put it under a spell.
Registered: May 21, 2015 12:50:03 GMT -8
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Post by Askar on Jun 17, 2019 20:05:48 GMT -8
A low bellowing rumble was heard from inside the mountain. Rocks falling from the cliffs above. Slowly a blue light danced on the insides of the opening, giving the settlers a better view. Something was stirring in there. The rumbling turned to a soft growl, shaking the surroundings with such force that regular men could feel the vibrations in their very hearts. Birds took off from the nearby trees, and silence fell upon the plains.
Two very large horns came into view, then the entire skull of the unfathomably large dragon. His eyes pale as ice, yet with a spark in them that testified that Askar was a sentient creature, not a reptile. No matter how lifelike the dragons eyes were, his movement did not predict a happy ending for the gathering. There was an air of aggression hidden in the way his nostrils flaired, the way his eyes narrowed at the sight of humans.
"Rodents..." He spoke with a voice so deep and so harsh that one might think the mountain itself was speaking. Before they could flee, before they could run or reason with him, Askar unhinged his massive jaw - and with a murderous glimpse in his eyes let loose a storm of clear blue flame. The flame bathed the entire peninsula, enveloping most of the people - most of the cattle, leaving the ground scorched and some of the ruins melted.
Just as the flames were spreading among the woodlands, Askar could be seen heading back into his cavern, footsteps shaking the ground as he walked. The destruction he had brought upon the innocent settlers seemingly not disturbing him a bit.
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Lord Castar Ravenduch
New
Roleplay posts: 3
Age: 47
Physical Description: A man of tall stature standing at 6'3 roughly 200 pounds. A mustache and black hair swept back framed the face of the slightly pudgy man. His words were all spoken with a sense of purpose and an air of respect. He moved like a leader, despite the limp on his right leg caused by a hunting accident.
Clothes and Equipment: Often dressed in simple garments much like the rest of his company, although sometimes a bit flamboyant when it comes to the coloring of his garments. Rarely wears armor.
Registered: Jun 17, 2019 19:20:39 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Castar Ravenduch on Jun 17, 2019 20:07:27 GMT -8
In the far reaches of the scene, Lord Castar was seen escaping on horseback, clothes scorched. He had turned tail as soon as the horns of the beast had emerged from the caverns. He was last seen high-tailing it away from the peninsula with nothing but his horse and his satchel, leaving his company for dead.
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Barka The Dragon Hunter
Established
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: 57
Physical Description: An elderly man with long grey hair and a beard to accompany it. He's clad in dragon scales and carries a staff.
Registered: Jun 4, 2017 12:10:32 GMT -8
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Post by Barka The Dragon Hunter on Jun 19, 2019 3:52:32 GMT -8
Barka arrived in the valley at the dead of night. His journey had been long and unforgiving, but it was worth it. Upon reading the flyer he had retrieved from the board of a random tavern he had deduced that the doings described within could only be the work of one dragon. He had chased this creature for years.
Walking silently he made sure not to make too much noise, the cave of the beast in the horizon. Suddenly a loud crack rang out from beneath his boot. He looked down only to discover brittle charred bones scattered across the scorched earth. Dozens of bodies... Hundreds as far as the eye could see.
He reminisced about the last time he had spotted the beast, crashing through woodlands and villages alike in search of a cave. He was not going to fail, not this time. For tonight he'd wait, scout out the dragon's location, perhaps even note its behavior or weak points. There was no point in walking into a behemoths lair at this time of night.
He sat down, chewing on a piece of jerky from his satchel. He'd string some cloth up between two trees a few hundred yards from the site, laying himself in his hammock which was hidden behind a dense set of bushes and a few trees. He'd be safe here for now, and if the dragon woke - it was sure to do the same to him.
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Mordaheim
New
Roleplay posts: 4
Age: 143
Physical Description: Mordaheim is a tall, skeletal figure with layers of rotten flesh to hold it together, cloaked by shadows that form what could be described as a travelling robe of sorts. In his hand he carries a staff of fleeting material, black matter flickering as it struggles to stay in this world. He also uses it as a walking stick as he appears rather frail when travelling by foot. He stands roughly 6'5 with a broad frame despite his skeletal features.
Registered: Jun 19, 2019 3:57:00 GMT -8
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Post by Mordaheim on Jun 19, 2019 4:15:17 GMT -8
The shadow that was Mordaheim crept into the valley silently, life such as flowers and grass dying as the wretch passed over. His empty dead sockets were fixed on the mountain, the shapeless eyes enthralled by its inhabitant. He could feel the life force of the dragon. He could feel the power. There was no concern that he was to die from the encounter, it was possible but that did not alter the goal.
Enslaving a dragon of this size and magnitude to his will would make him a very powerful entity, capable of leveling cities, burning countries to the ground if no one should arise to stop him. It was all very perfect but the question was just how he was going to bargain with the dragon. Brute force in itself would not do in this case.
Mordaheim sensed a breath not a hundred feet away. He sensed a life. A dry whisper emerged from his body as he slid towards Barka, following nothing but the heat emanating from his body.
"Such a frivolous task" he stated simply, gliding closer - almost as if he knew why Barka was there. It could also just be an assumption.
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Rune Naimon IV
Committed
Roleplay posts: 63
Age: 19
Physical Description: Rune is an androgynous young man, easily described as beautiful as he leans more on the feminine side. He is 164cm (5'4") tall and weighs 56kg (123lbs). His hair and eyes are noteworthy features, their colors bright and dazzling, yet unnatural. His hair is a light pink and his eyes a vivid purple. His hair is very long, reaching to his waist. He commonly wears his hair in an elaborate braid with various ribbons.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rune usually wears an elaborate set of ornate armor that seems to be rather lacking as far as pure protection goes, foregoing such elements for more aesthetic purposes in some areas. Along with this he wears a white furry cloak. One should note that his armor is adorned with numerous magical enchantments.
At his belt he wears a simple sword, though it is also a heavily enchanted weapon with the ability to reshape itself extensively, such as into different weapons.
Image of equipment: https://i.imgur.com/bJvBzot.jpg
Aside from his combat gear, Rune will usually wear whatever he feels like wearing.
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Registered: Feb 13, 2018 18:11:26 GMT -8
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Post by Rune Naimon IV on Jun 19, 2019 11:40:16 GMT -8
On that same night, a third adventurer arrived, throwing his proverbial hat into the ring. Rune Naimon IV, former top soldier of Fort Adamant and a member of the Naimon family of monster hunters. He came for only one reason, the dragon's horde, and what a prize it would be, even for someone as rich as Rune already was. The amount of gold that dragons usually accumulated was vast; His family had slain a particularly ancient dragon hundreds of years ago and they have lived ever since then exorbitantly wealthy through many generations.
The monster hunter stood atop a hill, getting a good overview of the valley, and the entrance to the cave.
" 'Follow the river springing from the west-most kingdom into The Gilded Hills, where you will find a mountain with an opening so monstrous you will want to tuck tail and run! Only the bravest and most fortunate warriors should undertake this venture...' " Rune droned on as he read the poster, before looking up from it, and down into the valley below, his night-vision illuminating the dark night quite well, "Yep, this looks like the place. And that cave does seem big enough to hold a dragon of the size described, how exciting!"
Rune didn't even feel slightly nervous at the prospect of facing such a large beast, he had faced larger behemoths in the past. Some of the worst breaches through the portal at Fort Adamant involved creatures large enough to destroy fortifications over a hundred meters tall, and they often had strange powers from other realms that would easily kill any who didn't remain wary.
Rune proceeded down into the valley and towards the cave at once, throwing the piece of parchment over his shoulder. The flier floated away in the night wind - he wouldn't need that anymore.
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Askar
Committed
I'm just a happy camper.
Roleplay posts: 62
Age: Ancient
Physical Description: Size: Askar is 510 feet long, including his tail. He is heavily built in the sense that he looks muscular and has a broad body. His maw is large enough to swallow a bull mammoth whole, his wingspan roughly 1050 feet.
Eyes: Black. Askar's eyes weren't reptilian-like, they were beaming with existential thought unlike an animal.
Color: Askar's scales were dark blue, ranging to a lighter almost grey color on his stomach.
Species: Elder Vintra
Askar's body resembled mostly that of a European dragon. Unlike many dragons he had front and back legs that weren't connected to his wings. His claws were black, thick as battering rams. His teeth were broadswords.Two large horns are placed on the top of his skull, strong enough to bring ruin to most castles.
Askar unlike many other dragons also did not have an opening at the bottom of his chest, it was covered in scale.
http://montre24.com/postimg1/fiz03.jpg
(Roughly something along the lines of this)
Clothes and Equipment: Unlike many dragons, Askar breathes a blue flame. The specific fire that Askar produces is extremely potent and will burn hotter than your average dragon flame, it is said to be capable of melting away stone walls and bring mountainsides to a boil. Askar also has a numbing effect on magic, especially hostile magic intended to harm him. It is very hard to hurt a dragon with sorcery or otherwise put it under a spell.
Registered: May 21, 2015 12:50:03 GMT -8
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Post by Askar on Jun 19, 2019 18:50:11 GMT -8
Askar remained asleep in his cavern, not moving a muscle. He was so large that his breathing could be heard faintly from the outside. With every breath from his man sized nostrils a large clump of coins went flying, tonnes of treasure buried below his immense body.
His scales were thicker than steel doors, his armor impenetrable. His eyes and throat the only somewhat vulnerable spots on his body. It would be no easy task to slay the dragon, stealing from it? Perhaps easier. Only time would tell as the many travelers amassed in the valley. One wrong sound, one wrong move and the dragon could be back to covering hundreds of square meters in a sea of flames once more.
Rays of sunlight penetrated the treeline, as dawn came.
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Barka The Dragon Hunter
Established
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: 57
Physical Description: An elderly man with long grey hair and a beard to accompany it. He's clad in dragon scales and carries a staff.
Registered: Jun 4, 2017 12:10:32 GMT -8
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Post by Barka The Dragon Hunter on Jun 19, 2019 18:55:10 GMT -8
Barka awoke from his slumber at the sound of a mysterious voice. He sprung from his hammock, staff in hand, his hand lighting up with arcane empowerment as the rune magic channeled through him. Something was charging for sure.
"State your business" He demanded, eyes fixed upon the shadow, his shout loud enough for Rune to note their presence. His elderly body moved with the energy of that of a younger one, springing into action at a moments notice.
"I am here for the dragon only... Begone wretch"
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Mordaheim
New
Roleplay posts: 4
Age: 143
Physical Description: Mordaheim is a tall, skeletal figure with layers of rotten flesh to hold it together, cloaked by shadows that form what could be described as a travelling robe of sorts. In his hand he carries a staff of fleeting material, black matter flickering as it struggles to stay in this world. He also uses it as a walking stick as he appears rather frail when travelling by foot. He stands roughly 6'5 with a broad frame despite his skeletal features.
Registered: Jun 19, 2019 3:57:00 GMT -8
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Post by Mordaheim on Jun 20, 2019 18:09:04 GMT -8
Mordaheim lowered his head slightly, the empty sockets where his eyes were supposed to be fixed on the elderly man. "The dragon can't be slain, not by the likes of you" the voice hissed, with almost a sense of amusement, as if the man was an idiot to even think such things. "No spell, no sword will piece its armor... You'll need wit to defeat this foe, of which you have none" the shadow stated bluntly, extending the shadow that was his staff in Barka's general direction.
A green light began shimmering in the center of the staff, travelling to the very tip. A spell charging up as Mordaheim answered with a conjuring of his own. The two sorcerers charging as they stared each other down.
"The dragon is mine, you'll have no say in this" Mordaheim said calmly, tilting the staff forward as if to attack.
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Rune Naimon IV
Committed
Roleplay posts: 63
Age: 19
Physical Description: Rune is an androgynous young man, easily described as beautiful as he leans more on the feminine side. He is 164cm (5'4") tall and weighs 56kg (123lbs). His hair and eyes are noteworthy features, their colors bright and dazzling, yet unnatural. His hair is a light pink and his eyes a vivid purple. His hair is very long, reaching to his waist. He commonly wears his hair in an elaborate braid with various ribbons.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rune usually wears an elaborate set of ornate armor that seems to be rather lacking as far as pure protection goes, foregoing such elements for more aesthetic purposes in some areas. Along with this he wears a white furry cloak. One should note that his armor is adorned with numerous magical enchantments.
At his belt he wears a simple sword, though it is also a heavily enchanted weapon with the ability to reshape itself extensively, such as into different weapons.
Image of equipment: https://i.imgur.com/bJvBzot.jpg
Aside from his combat gear, Rune will usually wear whatever he feels like wearing.
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Registered: Feb 13, 2018 18:11:26 GMT -8
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Post by Rune Naimon IV on Jun 20, 2019 23:20:33 GMT -8
Rune did in fact hear a distant voice, ever so faintly. His hearing was also to a super-natural degree. He was surprised to find anyone else here, perhaps others after the same prize as he? He moved to investigate, eventually appearing before Barka and Mordheim as they stood off.
"What's with the magic friends? If you two start a fight here you might alert the dragon, and that would be quite... inconvenient," Rune said, crossing his arms.
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Askar
Committed
I'm just a happy camper.
Roleplay posts: 62
Age: Ancient
Physical Description: Size: Askar is 510 feet long, including his tail. He is heavily built in the sense that he looks muscular and has a broad body. His maw is large enough to swallow a bull mammoth whole, his wingspan roughly 1050 feet.
Eyes: Black. Askar's eyes weren't reptilian-like, they were beaming with existential thought unlike an animal.
Color: Askar's scales were dark blue, ranging to a lighter almost grey color on his stomach.
Species: Elder Vintra
Askar's body resembled mostly that of a European dragon. Unlike many dragons he had front and back legs that weren't connected to his wings. His claws were black, thick as battering rams. His teeth were broadswords.Two large horns are placed on the top of his skull, strong enough to bring ruin to most castles.
Askar unlike many other dragons also did not have an opening at the bottom of his chest, it was covered in scale.
http://montre24.com/postimg1/fiz03.jpg
(Roughly something along the lines of this)
Clothes and Equipment: Unlike many dragons, Askar breathes a blue flame. The specific fire that Askar produces is extremely potent and will burn hotter than your average dragon flame, it is said to be capable of melting away stone walls and bring mountainsides to a boil. Askar also has a numbing effect on magic, especially hostile magic intended to harm him. It is very hard to hurt a dragon with sorcery or otherwise put it under a spell.
Registered: May 21, 2015 12:50:03 GMT -8
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Post by Askar on Jun 22, 2019 7:06:29 GMT -8
Dawn had settled upon the little valley. Creeks were running, birds chirping and a few griffins circling the clear blue sky above the three adventurers.
Inside the cave was Askar, asleep with his massive body on top of his horde. His horde consisted roughly of a pile of gold and gemstones the size of a small village. The cave itself was full of tunnels, dark and wet. Reeking of death and full of hundred feet drops from the pitch black path that lead to the dragon.
The only sound inside was the water dripping from the ceiling. Yet sound could travel far in such a cave, one echo and it would all be over.
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Barka The Dragon Hunter
Established
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: 57
Physical Description: An elderly man with long grey hair and a beard to accompany it. He's clad in dragon scales and carries a staff.
Registered: Jun 4, 2017 12:10:32 GMT -8
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Post by Barka The Dragon Hunter on Jun 22, 2019 7:09:55 GMT -8
As Barka saw Mordaheim's staff pointed in his direction with the foul green energy gathering at the tip he saw no other option but to launch his spell. Lightning crackled around his hand as the arcane burst from his palm sending a crystal clear blue sphere towards Mordaheim at incredible speed. This would easily be capable of sending a regular man flying thirty feet back with a severely scorched chest. It could even result in death in the worst of cases.
Barka stepped back on his foot after sending the spell flying with his teeth bare, charging another as he barely noticed Rune Naimon arriving. This was indeed a terrible situation. If the three were squabbling what was to stop the dragon from descending upon them?
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Mordaheim
New
Roleplay posts: 4
Age: 143
Physical Description: Mordaheim is a tall, skeletal figure with layers of rotten flesh to hold it together, cloaked by shadows that form what could be described as a travelling robe of sorts. In his hand he carries a staff of fleeting material, black matter flickering as it struggles to stay in this world. He also uses it as a walking stick as he appears rather frail when travelling by foot. He stands roughly 6'5 with a broad frame despite his skeletal features.
Registered: Jun 19, 2019 3:57:00 GMT -8
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Post by Mordaheim on Jun 24, 2019 6:38:26 GMT -8
As Barka fired, Mordaheim fired too. The two spheres of energy connecting in the space between the two men. A huge explosion sending colorful smoke and debris everywhere sent Mordaheim flying backwards, his brittle frame not hurt, but certainly startled by the blastwave.
"Fool" He coughed, and as the dust settled the others would be able to see his hand extended, pointing towards the mountain.
"Either we fight it together, or we die together..." Mordaheim said meekly. He knew that in the heat of battle he'd be able to turn on the others, perhaps even animate the corpse of the dragon should they succeed. He figured it'd be better to have these to working for him. He rose, trying to spot the others in the smoke.
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Rune Naimon IV
Committed
Roleplay posts: 63
Age: 19
Physical Description: Rune is an androgynous young man, easily described as beautiful as he leans more on the feminine side. He is 164cm (5'4") tall and weighs 56kg (123lbs). His hair and eyes are noteworthy features, their colors bright and dazzling, yet unnatural. His hair is a light pink and his eyes a vivid purple. His hair is very long, reaching to his waist. He commonly wears his hair in an elaborate braid with various ribbons.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rune usually wears an elaborate set of ornate armor that seems to be rather lacking as far as pure protection goes, foregoing such elements for more aesthetic purposes in some areas. Along with this he wears a white furry cloak. One should note that his armor is adorned with numerous magical enchantments.
At his belt he wears a simple sword, though it is also a heavily enchanted weapon with the ability to reshape itself extensively, such as into different weapons.
Image of equipment: https://i.imgur.com/bJvBzot.jpg
Aside from his combat gear, Rune will usually wear whatever he feels like wearing.
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Registered: Feb 13, 2018 18:11:26 GMT -8
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Post by Rune Naimon IV on Jun 27, 2019 11:16:01 GMT -8
Barka shot his bolt nonetheless, and so did Mordaheim. Rune watched as the bolts flew at each other, for what felt like a few long seconds. This was not going to turn out well. In the next few moments he jumped back away from the explosion, his speed and reaction times enough to accomplish this before impact even after examining what was unfolding before him.
As the dust settled, Rune walked back into the now slightly charred clearing.
"You are both stupid, you know that?" Rune said to both of them, drawing his sword and turning to face the cavern. Any second now that dragon could come barreling out now.
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Finnea "Finn" Yinrie
New
Roleplay posts: 1
Age: 20
Physical Description: --------{---(@
Approximately 5'10", female wood elf. Short, wavy hair, auburn and red. Skin is copper, with a great smattering of freckles all over her body.
Clothes and Equipment: --------{---(@
Wears golden plate armor with rose motifs, including a moon-touched softly glowing sword at her side.
Player's online availability : Midwest time zone
Registered: Jun 28, 2019 9:23:32 GMT -8
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Post by Finnea "Finn" Yinrie on Jun 28, 2019 10:27:44 GMT -8
With all the attention on the firefight, Finn emerged from the treeline with little pomp. It was highly unlikely that any of the men in the clearing would hear the whistle that slowed Shae, her mare, and then the gentle "hyah" that had her come to a trained stop along the treeline.
The elf's half-plate golden armor gleamed in the morning light, catching a few rays into the clearing as she moved to dismount. Meticulously, Finn gathered up her backpack and weapons, readying herself. Her expression stayed steady and neutral, focusing on the task at hand: be rid of the dragon. Become a hero. Make a name. Or die trying.
"Ah, get out of here, Shae," she muttered quietly, and then patted the flank of the mare, who heeded her command to walk back into the forest. "Too dangerous this time."
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Askar
Committed
I'm just a happy camper.
Roleplay posts: 62
Age: Ancient
Physical Description: Size: Askar is 510 feet long, including his tail. He is heavily built in the sense that he looks muscular and has a broad body. His maw is large enough to swallow a bull mammoth whole, his wingspan roughly 1050 feet.
Eyes: Black. Askar's eyes weren't reptilian-like, they were beaming with existential thought unlike an animal.
Color: Askar's scales were dark blue, ranging to a lighter almost grey color on his stomach.
Species: Elder Vintra
Askar's body resembled mostly that of a European dragon. Unlike many dragons he had front and back legs that weren't connected to his wings. His claws were black, thick as battering rams. His teeth were broadswords.Two large horns are placed on the top of his skull, strong enough to bring ruin to most castles.
Askar unlike many other dragons also did not have an opening at the bottom of his chest, it was covered in scale.
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Clothes and Equipment: Unlike many dragons, Askar breathes a blue flame. The specific fire that Askar produces is extremely potent and will burn hotter than your average dragon flame, it is said to be capable of melting away stone walls and bring mountainsides to a boil. Askar also has a numbing effect on magic, especially hostile magic intended to harm him. It is very hard to hurt a dragon with sorcery or otherwise put it under a spell.
Registered: May 21, 2015 12:50:03 GMT -8
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Post by Askar on Jun 30, 2019 6:23:45 GMT -8
The ground began to shake, the leaves fell from trees and the air shifted as if a hurricane was about to form. There was a presence, a unique and terrifying one indeed. Rocks fell from the massive opening in the mountain, promising the dragons arrival.
The monster came into view quite suddenly, its steps echoing in the cave as the ground trembled before its size. "Who enters my domain?" A voice boomed out into the valley, challenging anyone that dared set foot in the home of this great beast. It had slept on its hoard for years, only waking to feed. A shame that it was now awoken, seeing as it did not like it. Not one bit.
"Where are you?" The rusty, deep and terrible voice of the dragon sounded - as its cold and calculative eyes scanned the surrounding landscape for any signs of life.
An explosion like that could've only been man made. Not a rockslide, not an earthquake either. There were people here and if they could produce such a blast, Askar was not going to let them stay.
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Barka The Dragon Hunter
Established
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: 57
Physical Description: An elderly man with long grey hair and a beard to accompany it. He's clad in dragon scales and carries a staff.
Registered: Jun 4, 2017 12:10:32 GMT -8
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Post by Barka The Dragon Hunter on Jul 3, 2019 10:20:44 GMT -8
Barka rose from his position, eyes wide as the behemoth emerged from the mountain. It was not a dragon of regular proportion. It was closing in at six hundred feet or so long, its head large as a tavern. Wingspan must've been over a thousand feet. This dragon could crush a city, a nation if it were so inclined, who could stop it?
Barka.
If this thing got the chance it could blitz a million people in a day. The payout for such a creature? Barka smiled, laying a hand on his staff. He'd stand himself next to the others, his clothes dusty. Looking side to side he'd ask "Together?"
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Mordaheim
New
Roleplay posts: 4
Age: 143
Physical Description: Mordaheim is a tall, skeletal figure with layers of rotten flesh to hold it together, cloaked by shadows that form what could be described as a travelling robe of sorts. In his hand he carries a staff of fleeting material, black matter flickering as it struggles to stay in this world. He also uses it as a walking stick as he appears rather frail when travelling by foot. He stands roughly 6'5 with a broad frame despite his skeletal features.
Registered: Jun 19, 2019 3:57:00 GMT -8
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Post by Mordaheim on Jul 3, 2019 10:23:16 GMT -8
Mordaheim hissed at his two unlikely companions. He'd be able to use the dragons corpse for his own purposes when they had helped him slay it.
"Hrm... As long as you pull your weight old man" he grunted, placing one foot before the other as more green energy began gathering at the tip of his staff.
Leaves around them were blowing off trees. Mordaheim could not help but to ponder what kind of things he could accomplish with a dragon such as this.
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