Mariah
Established
Fully Monsterized
Roleplay posts: 44
Physical Description: Race: Draxis
White Hair, Amber eyes
She has now fully transformed into an insane draconic creature that kills with every chance.
Clothes and Equipment: Most of her clothes are now gone since they've been torn by her mutation, some armor though has fused with her body.
Her daggers she once wielded are now fused into her arms, one dagger is enchanted to drain mana and can channel said mana into a magic blast.
Player's online availability : Every Day
Registered: Jul 1, 2015 15:42:46 GMT -8
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Post by Mariah on Jul 7, 2015 20:38:35 GMT -8
From her hiding spot, Mariah watched Zatch adressing Owa. Was the enemy up to something? She looked over at the militia with her daggers gripped tightly.
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Zatch Morandac
Established
I will be gone for the next week to set up a boy scout camp. Sorry
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 22
Physical Description: Zatch has a bit of a broad face, though still quite handsome. He has long golden hair that is tied up in a low ponytail in the back. He has piercing pale blue eyes and a healed scar on his right cheek, though is slight darker then the rest of his face. He is 6"5' and weighs roughly 200-210 lb. His body is quite muscular, but not bulging, and toned from his training with his father. From this though, it had gotten a layer of calluses all over his body from the training his endured.
Clothes and Equipment: Normal clothes: A green button down shirt with with a black vest. He wears a brownish pants made to be very durable. He uses a bow as well, which he uses more frequently when he isn't in his armor. This is because his armor doesn't allow much mobility with the bow. He will also have either a short sword or a dirk with him in case any combat gets too close to use the bow.
Armor: He has a sliver-ish white body plates and leg plates with golden trimmings. The shoulders have large curved shoulder guards since he prefers dual swords then to the shield, though still dons on on his back in case one of his swords are lost in battle for any number of reasons.
In the leather satchel: He has rope, throwing knives, a water bag and some food along with his regular clothes when he is traveling and wearing his armor. He also carries two spell books: One for Fire spells and one for light spells and healing.
Registered: Jun 2, 2015 16:49:26 GMT -8
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Post by Zatch Morandac on Jul 8, 2015 16:11:39 GMT -8
Zatch noted the person who seemed to be the leader say something to them angrily before walking back inside. He had also seen the miner as well. As he got closer, he smiled and greeted him with a wave. "Greetings, Sir. I am Captain Zatch of the Citadel Guards. May I ask what you and your men are doing here? We had gotten a complaint and we came. Is there an way for you and your men to leave the premise? Without further harm to the miners you have hostage in the mines?" He looked up at the ridges quickly before looking back. "Though I have a feeling that is going to be a problem....So is there and way we could negotiate?"
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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on Jul 8, 2015 16:20:02 GMT -8
As Zatch and the unknown assailants conversed, Ildesias grasped an immaterial orb with both hands; fingers curled around a sphere that did not exist. Slowly, his mana began to move through his arms and down the tips of his fingers, charging a static form of magical energy between his palms that could be seen only as a translucent shimmer not unlike the simmer of heat above desert sands.
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Beserk
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Roleplay posts: 11
Registered: Jun 25, 2015 3:30:38 GMT -8
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Post by Beserk on Jul 8, 2015 16:22:29 GMT -8
Beserk reached forwards, placing one hand on the shoulder of the miner and pushing him down until his knees were in the snow. With the other hand, he drew a serrated sword and placed it against the director's throat. "Kelekaskas tor wa'densetix."
The language was not only foreign, but old. At one time, it had been the tongue spoken by the Draxis, but now it was lost to all but the most scholarly of the Lost Empire.
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Archangel Erik
Committed
Mortal body is deceased, His Spiritual presence is back where it belongs.
Roleplay posts: 57
Registered: Jun 18, 2015 19:41:24 GMT -8
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Post by Archangel Erik on Jul 8, 2015 16:44:26 GMT -8
Erik was an archangel who had decided to come from the realm of the immortals and Dead to the realm of the Mortal and living. He did this under the order of his god who felt the need to send him to help in the land of the living. To do this though, he had to fall from heaven and lose his immortality as well as limiting his powers as well.
So as of right now, He was free falling, speeding towards the group. He could see that a man was about to kill another man. He unfold his wings, though once solid, was now translucent. He used them to speed down much faster before he flipped over to his feet. He pulled his broadsword and as he landed close to them, he aimed his blade down in the blade, hoping to knock it from his hands. "You shall not kill this man, Beserk." His said in an almost heavenly voice, his hood covering half his face.
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Beserk
Established
Roleplay posts: 11
Registered: Jun 25, 2015 3:30:38 GMT -8
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Post by Beserk on Jul 8, 2015 17:03:42 GMT -8
Though Archangel Erik meant well, the high speed of the fall, the suddenness of the stranger's actions and the unfortunate positioning of Beserk's sword meant the result would likely be rather unexpected. As Archangel Erik's sword fell down, the angel would find that the masked man's sword was already tight against the miner's throat and if the swing went ahead Erik would either cleave the man himself, or force the edge of Beserk's blade into the miner's jugular vein - most likely both.
So as Beserk pulled away, he let the corpse of the miner fall; blood spilling into the snow. The event was so shocking, it broke Beserk's order of silence.
"You cause the death of the man you are trying to save."
He looked around for Owa and Mariah. "Start the attack," he ordered. "Our bargaining chip is gone."
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 4, 2024 23:00:19 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jul 8, 2015 17:14:00 GMT -8
Attack? we'll loose our advantage if we attack, and then we will loose the battle. Best give them a reason to attack us. He brought his axe up and then down toward Zatch with power and speed only beholden to beast-men.
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Zatch Morandac
Established
I will be gone for the next week to set up a boy scout camp. Sorry
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 22
Physical Description: Zatch has a bit of a broad face, though still quite handsome. He has long golden hair that is tied up in a low ponytail in the back. He has piercing pale blue eyes and a healed scar on his right cheek, though is slight darker then the rest of his face. He is 6"5' and weighs roughly 200-210 lb. His body is quite muscular, but not bulging, and toned from his training with his father. From this though, it had gotten a layer of calluses all over his body from the training his endured.
Clothes and Equipment: Normal clothes: A green button down shirt with with a black vest. He wears a brownish pants made to be very durable. He uses a bow as well, which he uses more frequently when he isn't in his armor. This is because his armor doesn't allow much mobility with the bow. He will also have either a short sword or a dirk with him in case any combat gets too close to use the bow.
Armor: He has a sliver-ish white body plates and leg plates with golden trimmings. The shoulders have large curved shoulder guards since he prefers dual swords then to the shield, though still dons on on his back in case one of his swords are lost in battle for any number of reasons.
In the leather satchel: He has rope, throwing knives, a water bag and some food along with his regular clothes when he is traveling and wearing his armor. He also carries two spell books: One for Fire spells and one for light spells and healing.
Registered: Jun 2, 2015 16:49:26 GMT -8
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Post by Zatch Morandac on Jul 8, 2015 17:30:38 GMT -8
He quickly dodge rolled to the side, pulling his white bladed sword out from the sheath on his back and his shield that was on his back as well. "Well fucking great..ATTACK!!" He shouted towards his men. He got up and into a stance, his Kite shield, which was in his left hand, out in front and his blade poised back in his right, the tip pointed at Owa. He charged forwards, Aiming a stab at his Heart from under his arm.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 4, 2024 23:00:19 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jul 8, 2015 17:38:01 GMT -8
Owa turned into the attack and swung from the ground upward and to the right with one hand. He aimed at the sword and hoped to disarm.
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Archangel Erik
Committed
Mortal body is deceased, His Spiritual presence is back where it belongs.
Roleplay posts: 57
Registered: Jun 18, 2015 19:41:24 GMT -8
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Post by Archangel Erik on Jul 8, 2015 17:46:13 GMT -8
He looked at the blood on his blade before looking at the corpse. He had accidentally cleaved the man "Well...That did not go according to plan...at all..." He looked at the man who was still alive. "And to make it worse, I just started a war.....He is not going to back happy about this" He now focused on him. "Well..you are my target...If I kill you now, then hopefully this war will be quick." He held his broad sword in right hand and pulled out a Holy dagger in his left. "For your crime for Human beating and possible torturing by the looks of the man. I hear by sentence you to Death." He Move his broad sword up into the man's chest, hoping to slash his chest. He Kept the dagger close to him.
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Mariah
Established
Fully Monsterized
Roleplay posts: 44
Physical Description: Race: Draxis
White Hair, Amber eyes
She has now fully transformed into an insane draconic creature that kills with every chance.
Clothes and Equipment: Most of her clothes are now gone since they've been torn by her mutation, some armor though has fused with her body.
Her daggers she once wielded are now fused into her arms, one dagger is enchanted to drain mana and can channel said mana into a magic blast.
Player's online availability : Every Day
Registered: Jul 1, 2015 15:42:46 GMT -8
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Post by Mariah on Jul 8, 2015 17:57:47 GMT -8
As the battle began, Mariah flew down into the forces of The Free City and plucks up an unsuspecting officer, driving her daggers into him through his armor and flying upward with him in tow. The man cried out as Mariah repeated stabbed him with the seraded edge of one of her blades. Once she dealt sufficient damage Mariah threw the man back down into his comrades, knocking into a few troops.
Archers would eventually notice her, so she began to take evasive action. She needed to keep herself unfocused on by the enemy so she can pick them off at her leisure.
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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on Jul 8, 2015 18:00:25 GMT -8
Upon hearing the captain's words, the men around Ildesias formed a tight-knight formation of shields and spears and began to rush up the path towards where Zatch and Owa duelled and the enemy formation had gathered. They had no ranged weapons, so any archers in the surrounding area would be able to get some shots off before they arrived at melee range.
"Do not give in to the enemy! Their tactics will not work if you stand fast!" Ildesias yelled up after them, as the spell charging in his hands grew in power.
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Post by Grand General Sinn on Jul 8, 2015 18:01:19 GMT -8
An arrow fell from the sky to the front of the opening where the Grand Army was. Sinn could only find this to mean one thing. He would begin planning and passing out orders to the company.
"I need two more archers to get up on the ridge. They are to team up with the others. From there, they will have to make the decision to engage. Archers and shields to the front. If the archers fire into our path, we will act. Hopefully we can get through this without issues, but we need to be ready.
Shields, form a half circle shield in front of the opening. Archers, scope the highlands and the land ahead. If combat occurs, you all will march forward, keeping formation. Archers, if combat occurs, you know what to do. Clear our way and when you're down to four arrows, step back.", Sinn spoke to the officers, who would act on these orders.
For now, the only thing that would happen would be the shield formation and the archers. The rest of the men would remain back, keeping within the shadows. The only way the company would move forward is if another arrow was shot.
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Zatch Morandac
Established
I will be gone for the next week to set up a boy scout camp. Sorry
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 22
Physical Description: Zatch has a bit of a broad face, though still quite handsome. He has long golden hair that is tied up in a low ponytail in the back. He has piercing pale blue eyes and a healed scar on his right cheek, though is slight darker then the rest of his face. He is 6"5' and weighs roughly 200-210 lb. His body is quite muscular, but not bulging, and toned from his training with his father. From this though, it had gotten a layer of calluses all over his body from the training his endured.
Clothes and Equipment: Normal clothes: A green button down shirt with with a black vest. He wears a brownish pants made to be very durable. He uses a bow as well, which he uses more frequently when he isn't in his armor. This is because his armor doesn't allow much mobility with the bow. He will also have either a short sword or a dirk with him in case any combat gets too close to use the bow.
Armor: He has a sliver-ish white body plates and leg plates with golden trimmings. The shoulders have large curved shoulder guards since he prefers dual swords then to the shield, though still dons on on his back in case one of his swords are lost in battle for any number of reasons.
In the leather satchel: He has rope, throwing knives, a water bag and some food along with his regular clothes when he is traveling and wearing his armor. He also carries two spell books: One for Fire spells and one for light spells and healing.
Registered: Jun 2, 2015 16:49:26 GMT -8
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Post by Zatch Morandac on Jul 8, 2015 18:02:07 GMT -8
Just as he was about to stab him, he saw him turn and swing it upwards. He quickly moved his hand back enough to have it hit the blade. The force moved it up a bit, making it get knocked upwards. He moved his shield close to him before ramming into him with an impressive amount of force. He hoped it would knock him back a bit and shun him. He started to chant something as his blade started to glow a bright white.
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Beserk
Established
Roleplay posts: 11
Registered: Jun 25, 2015 3:30:38 GMT -8
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Post by Beserk on Jul 8, 2015 18:08:31 GMT -8
"End this war? No. My death would change nothing. All outsiders are the enemy; all are unwelcome, as are you. For the crime of entering these holy lands, for daring to shame this ancient land of dragons with your very presence, I hereby sentence you to hell."
Beserk took his sword in both hands and moved it to intercept the Archangel's own attack. However, Beserk's own blade held just as much weight and the man behind the skull-mask was deceptively strong. Coupled with the fact that Erik held his sword in only a single hand, it would almost certainly be a simple matter to deflect the strike and push the sword back towards Erik's own shoulder. In the same move, however, Beserk would push forwards with his weight and aim to bring the serrated edge of his sword down into the Archangel's clavicle.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 4, 2024 23:00:19 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jul 8, 2015 18:18:17 GMT -8
Owa slid back from the force leaning forward and placing a hand on the ground to steady himself. He was in a position to lunge. He roared at Zatch with bestial fury. Owa tensed the muscles in his legs and lept forward. He gripped his axe with both hands and brought it down on Zatch, Volkrim strength combined with the power from the lunge. He hoped to split his skull, but Owa knew if he blocked with his shield Zatche's arm would be numb, and slower slightly, if blocked with his blade it would surely hit hard enough to sunder it or disarm.
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Archangel Erik
Committed
Mortal body is deceased, His Spiritual presence is back where it belongs.
Roleplay posts: 57
Registered: Jun 18, 2015 19:41:24 GMT -8
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Post by Archangel Erik on Jul 8, 2015 18:25:57 GMT -8
He held fast. He hadn't account for his strength, which was abnormally stronger then what his body frame suggested, had moved the blade to his shoulder slowly, but with a burst of strength, He pushed back on the blade. He was much stronger then he appeared, from the powers as an archangel, pushing it back at him. His wings unfolded for a brief moment to flap, moving him away from the skulled masked man. "Unfortunately for you, you have no idea what I am nor the powers I have."
He looked up at a thing of fire up high above them in the wall that made up of the mine's Gates. He glanced back down at the man as the fire started to move on it's own, from the looks of it.
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Mariah
Established
Fully Monsterized
Roleplay posts: 44
Physical Description: Race: Draxis
White Hair, Amber eyes
She has now fully transformed into an insane draconic creature that kills with every chance.
Clothes and Equipment: Most of her clothes are now gone since they've been torn by her mutation, some armor though has fused with her body.
Her daggers she once wielded are now fused into her arms, one dagger is enchanted to drain mana and can channel said mana into a magic blast.
Player's online availability : Every Day
Registered: Jul 1, 2015 15:42:46 GMT -8
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Post by Mariah on Jul 8, 2015 18:32:17 GMT -8
Mariah had retreated into the extreme terrain and was now circling back around to search for her next target.
As she re-entered the battlefield she noticed her enchanted blade reacting, giving off an white-blue glow. This blade thirsted not for blood but for mana, and it sensed someone using magic down below. The assassin's keen eyes searched the battlefield and soon spotted Ildesias performing his incantation. Mariah had a new target now, and dived towards him. She knew not what sort of spell he was casting, but planned to interrupt the channel and prevent any sort of advantage to be gained by the wizard.
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Beserk
Established
Roleplay posts: 11
Registered: Jun 25, 2015 3:30:38 GMT -8
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Post by Beserk on Jul 8, 2015 18:36:20 GMT -8
Beserk seemed to have underestimated Erik's true strength, so when the archangel burst back against him he found himself pushed back momentarily. However, the moment he felt Erik move again, Beserk caught his composure and took a leap back into the ranks of the beastmen, who seemed to catch and push him back to balance.
"I care not what you are, heretic, except that you are an enemy and must be destroyed. Any available archers, shoot the winged warrior."
At least three or four archers took the call, drawing arrows back against bowstrings and releasing arrows at the archangel.
Meanwhile, Beserk opened a path through the shields of his comrades and moved to the rear. He didn't want to be caught when the company from the plains finally reached them.
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Zatch Morandac
Established
I will be gone for the next week to set up a boy scout camp. Sorry
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 22
Physical Description: Zatch has a bit of a broad face, though still quite handsome. He has long golden hair that is tied up in a low ponytail in the back. He has piercing pale blue eyes and a healed scar on his right cheek, though is slight darker then the rest of his face. He is 6"5' and weighs roughly 200-210 lb. His body is quite muscular, but not bulging, and toned from his training with his father. From this though, it had gotten a layer of calluses all over his body from the training his endured.
Clothes and Equipment: Normal clothes: A green button down shirt with with a black vest. He wears a brownish pants made to be very durable. He uses a bow as well, which he uses more frequently when he isn't in his armor. This is because his armor doesn't allow much mobility with the bow. He will also have either a short sword or a dirk with him in case any combat gets too close to use the bow.
Armor: He has a sliver-ish white body plates and leg plates with golden trimmings. The shoulders have large curved shoulder guards since he prefers dual swords then to the shield, though still dons on on his back in case one of his swords are lost in battle for any number of reasons.
In the leather satchel: He has rope, throwing knives, a water bag and some food along with his regular clothes when he is traveling and wearing his armor. He also carries two spell books: One for Fire spells and one for light spells and healing.
Registered: Jun 2, 2015 16:49:26 GMT -8
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Post by Zatch Morandac on Jul 8, 2015 18:45:48 GMT -8
From the roar came from him, he just barely saw the attack coming. He moved through the right if the blade, deflecting it to the ground away from him with his shield, his finished the chant with shouting out. "Moon's cut!" He slashed down at him, having a wave of white energy to come from his blade and shoot at him. The wave was aimed at his arm, head and body. He knew from this close of a range, it wouldn't miss, but from the little amount of time, it wouldn't be as strong as would be at full strength.
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