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Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2015 19:57:57 GMT -8
The battle had turned to total chaos. As was Owa's plan. His men were now in their element. The sacrifice of several Volkrim was not in vain, not yet. Skirmishers where hitting the enemy flanks while Owa's army was tearing into the heart of their formation. Nokari of of every race ran around in earnest, never staying on one opponent long, just long enough to grab their attention. They would break the attack and another would step in, usually with viscous consequence, their prey focused on the foe that broke away. Weapons of various types were in their hands. Axes and Maces to cave in and split armor, swords and spears to find weak spots and pierce through.
Owa picked up a short-spear from a fallen Nokari soldier. He proceeded to rush his prey and lanced with the spear, his left side toward Shin and his right hand ready to defend or attack as his target's actions permit.
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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 11, 2015 20:48:36 GMT -8
Mariah grumbles as she finally regains the strength to climb out of the impact hole she'd made in the snow. She had managed to save herself from taking major internal damage from Ildesias's big blast. Her hooded cape and most other cloth on her body had become tattered or shredded from the force of the attack. The assassin did not feel well enough for combat yet.
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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 11, 2015 21:05:38 GMT -8
He watched as she did, making the slightest of movement to deflect the attack if need be, but over all kept his stance the same as it was before, being one of defensive. He looked at her and stepped in a bit, his front sword still in front, but the blade tip angled at her throat. He still kept an eye out for her hands and legs.
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Minister Akai'a
Committed
Roleplay posts: 66
Age: 21
Physical Description: A female Volkrim, of white fur and purple eyes. Strong and fit from her years of brutal train at the hands of her now deceased father. Her years of travel have done well to keep her in shape.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears black leather battle coat over an off-white tunic. her clothes are cotton, soft and tailored just for her. the thighs and shins of her pants have thick leather sewn into them. She wears no gloves or shoes.
An Isran Sword sits in a scabbard on her belt.
Registered: Jul 10, 2015 17:10:29 GMT -8
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Post by Minister Akai'a on Jul 11, 2015 21:46:16 GMT -8
She squinted her eye's annoyed at the lack of response. "Not going to man up?"
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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 11, 2015 22:08:10 GMT -8
He lunged as her, using the blade he has in left hand to moved the blade out of the way, simultaneously going in for a stab to the chest. With the blade he has in his right hand which was above his head, he slashed down, aiming it at her arm and chest.
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Minister Akai'a
Committed
Roleplay posts: 66
Age: 21
Physical Description: A female Volkrim, of white fur and purple eyes. Strong and fit from her years of brutal train at the hands of her now deceased father. Her years of travel have done well to keep her in shape.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears black leather battle coat over an off-white tunic. her clothes are cotton, soft and tailored just for her. the thighs and shins of her pants have thick leather sewn into them. She wears no gloves or shoes.
An Isran Sword sits in a scabbard on her belt.
Registered: Jul 10, 2015 17:10:29 GMT -8
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Post by Minister Akai'a on Jul 11, 2015 22:50:00 GMT -8
She stepped sideways and turned, bringing her right side forward, and hit the side of his sword (the one on the downward swing) with her own blade that was in her right hand. The step-turn allowed her armor to glance the stabbing maneuver off her breastplate. This put her in the position to elbow her prey in the face, which she did, but his blades were in a low position and her's too high to defend if he were to slice at her lightly armored legs. A mistake of inexperience.
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Enlidil
Established
Roleplay posts: 38
Registered: Jul 1, 2015 15:53:59 GMT -8
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Post by Enlidil on Jul 12, 2015 5:57:56 GMT -8
As the battle raged, reinforcements would arrive.
One hundred riders, soaring between the mountain peaks on the back of mighty griffons, would peer down at the chaos below and immediately begin their mission. The commander, who wore a horned helmet, motioned with a lance-like spear down towards the enemy, then swung his arm off to the side. No matter what this precisely meant, the riders around him all seemed to understand it perfectly.
The hundred flyers split into two groups of fifty, each battle-group swarming around to the rising mountains on each side of the pass leading up to the mines. Their griffons would dive them towards these steep, nigh-impenetrable walls and then swoop upwards a few feet above the ground, at which point the riders would dive from their griffons and hit the steep incline with spiked boots that caught the ice and rock and stopped them from slipping; each leaving a shield and lance strapped to their mount. With fifty men now on each side of the pass, far above where the original archers had attempted to outflank their enemy, the griffon riders would draw from their backs mighty longbows made of resilient bone and norkari steel, with strings from the silks of their spider-brethren below.
One by one, each rider would draw a weighted arrow back against their strings until their bows strained with the force. Then, upon a silent command, all one hundred arrows would be released at once - firing down into the mass of Phoenix State and Free City soldiers in the pass with enough force to knock a fully-armoured knight to the ground as a result of the strength of their bows, the weighted properties of their arrows and the distance they travelled - aided by gravity.
Meanwhile, the griffons themselves would circle above; screaming and screaching.
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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 12, 2015 7:35:37 GMT -8
He moved in, getting his leg behind hers. He saw the elbow coming and shifted his left shoulder which was facing her and used the shoulder guard that went up to his height of his head and blocked her elbow from hitting his face. With his arm now across her chest and his legs behind her, he twisted his body back I hope to knock her back. If this was to work, he moved around to point the top of his sword in his left hand to her neck. "Get up and die, you are now a prisoner of war."
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Minister Akai'a
Committed
Roleplay posts: 66
Age: 21
Physical Description: A female Volkrim, of white fur and purple eyes. Strong and fit from her years of brutal train at the hands of her now deceased father. Her years of travel have done well to keep her in shape.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears black leather battle coat over an off-white tunic. her clothes are cotton, soft and tailored just for her. the thighs and shins of her pants have thick leather sewn into them. She wears no gloves or shoes.
An Isran Sword sits in a scabbard on her belt.
Registered: Jul 10, 2015 17:10:29 GMT -8
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Post by Minister Akai'a on Jul 12, 2015 10:02:21 GMT -8
She went down with a yelp. When she hit the ground the back of her head hit a rock hidden in the snow. The Volkrim was out cold and bleeding a a bit from the back of her head. She lay limp in the snow, the battle continued around her.
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Post by Grand General Sinn on Jul 12, 2015 12:22:40 GMT -8
As Mariah would climb from her hole. she would find herself surrounded by three archers. Behind her was one who would bash her in the back of the neck to knock her out again. This archer gave no opportunity for her to defend, his attack being surprise.
Should Mariah have fallen again, one archer would tie her hands and legs behind her and sling her over his shoulder. This archer would take off, heading outside of the battle.
Following this, the appearance of the gryphons took place. After handling most of the Volkrim forces who tried to climb the ridge, the archers now had to handle these archers. The gryphon archers still fell on the ridge below them.
As the gryphon archers would land, the archers from the Grand Army would begin to plant arrows in them from their side and back. This would hopefully distract them long enough for the battle to finish on the ground. The Grand Army archers were pushing full force, knowing they were outnumbered. They had to use their surprise attack for the most kills they could get to try and level the playing field.
On the ground, the Volkrim tried to reach the heart of the Grand Army force. They would find it a little easy, as the Grand Army forces more or less let them in. As this was happebing, they'd surround them. With this surroundment, they'd close in, limiting the motions that could be made. Due to new additions beind dropped being dropped. by the gryphons, they knew they had very little time to finish this battle.
Sinn would shout to Ildesias, "Have your men fall back! We will hold them back long enough for your forces to make it to the pass! If we don't get out now, we'll all be done for! They'll keep pouring in!"
After his shout to Ildesias, he would focus on Owa's attack. With a motion from his left arm, bearing his shield, he would place it to allow the spear to grind on his shield. This would push the spear up and out while putting stress on Owa's bicep and part of his ribs unless released due to the way he held it.
Sinn would rush the tip of his sword forward, aiming for the gut of Owa. Half way through the thrust, he would release the handle of sword and bring his fist towards the throat of Owa. He had no fear when engaging Owa and wanted to beat him down in front of any who remained, making an example out of him while also being able to detain him.
Originally hidden by his shield and sword, the black magic on his hands would reveal itself to Owa. What it was being used for was still unknown, but with what time he had been building it up, it was going to powerful.
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Enlidil
Established
Roleplay posts: 38
Registered: Jul 1, 2015 15:53:59 GMT -8
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Post by Enlidil on Jul 12, 2015 12:48:57 GMT -8
As previously stated, the the Griffon-riding archers had come in from the air, landing on a place above any other soldiers where the ground was barely ground at all. Due to their ability to descend here from the air, and their spiked boots allowing them to stand firmly on such ground with sliding, it would be absolutely impossible for any of the phoenix state archers to be above them on any kind of ridge.
As such, the volley continued without issue; killing many below in a storm of arrows.
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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on Jul 12, 2015 13:06:23 GMT -8
Ildesias swung underneath the overhead axe of a draxis; his blade digging into the opponent's side and slicing through until he came free again, followed by a line of blood. Arrows began to fall; and suddenly men from both sides around him began falling and dying in a hail.
"How many of our soldiers are left?" He shouted out, trying to find a Free City officer of some description to give him any details that he needed.
"I don't know, my lord! I don't think many!"
He didn't know who shouted it out, only that General Sinn also shouted to him shortly afterwards.
"General, we will not sacrifice an ally to slaughter just to save ourselves!" Ildesias yelled back. "We must both slowly begin to pull back at once, using shields to ward off their arrows! I must reattempt my earlier plan, it just might allow us to escape! Someone, watch my back!"
Ildesias cupped the air again with both hands, and slowly, he began to charge the same spell he had used on Mariah earlier. This time, however, he knew it needed to be stronger. Far stronger - even if it meant possibly putting them in danger. At this point, everyone was already taking a risk trying to survive. Now they would all need to take another risk to escape - something he could at least help with.
As the spell charged, his eyes began to glow a blinding blue light; which grew hotter in colour until white began to spread from the middle and flare to the edges. Similarly, this same white-blue began to spread from his body; forming a translucent aura around as the spell between his fingers charged and sputtered. Then, an arrow pierced his left shoulder and he slumped over with a yell.
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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 12, 2015 13:09:41 GMT -8
(I thought I had already replied with Beserk but apparently I dreamt it or something.)
As the angel appeared behind Beserk, there was little left for him to do. Unable to move fast enough to circumnavigate a teleport-fuelled strike, the skull-masked man merely pressed forward, until he realized a sword-tip was leaving his chest. Having being impaled, the man grinned.
"This still won't be enough."
He pulled his body from the blade and took a step forwards. For a moment, it looked like he was going to brandish his blade again, but he collapsed into the snow before he could.
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Registered: May 4, 2024 17:54:59 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2015 13:13:23 GMT -8
Owa released the spear when the enemy blocked it. He moved his blade to counter Sinn's but realized the feint too late. Owa was caught by the throat. The magic used by Sinn became obvious to him. He wanted to give orders to his men but Sinn's grip on his throat prevented the General from doing so. His only hope were the officers of his armies.
Some Officers had already taken command, used to Owa fighting sometimes more than leading. Thy had left the skirmishers to keep the enemy at bay while halting their advance and reforming a phalanx. They stopped too late however and were surrounded on three sides by the enemy. The phalanx was thinner too, spread out more and with several of the heavy troops fallen. The tide of the battle had shifted. There was hope however with the reinforcements arrival.
Owa was looking up at the reinforcements, a grip still on his throat. He still had a grip on his sword though and he used it. Sinn's shield couldn't protect him and unless he let go of his throat Owa would at least land a blow. He stabbed at the weak point in Sinn's armor. The under arm, exposed because of the grip on Owa's throat, had little armor.
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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 12, 2015 14:11:28 GMT -8
Unnoticeable due to her hood, much of her back up to her neck was armored via her condition that is slowly turning her into a draconic beast. The attack from behind would do near to nothing to her, she'd feel it and feign damage, pretending to start falling. She would actually twirl though while extending her large wings and smacking the archer that was behind her away and either of the other two if they were standing within range of her wingspan. While she spun, her bladed tail whipped around and lashed at the oppenents that were now behind her, goal being either to strike the men or hinder them from attacking her while she focused on her first target.
The archer she had staggered would regain his footing and turn to Mariah right in their face. Feeling something piercing deep inside him he would see her daggers still at her side, instead she had attacked with her own clawed hand. The Draxis wriggled her fingers around inside feeling the soft silkiness of his vital organs and piercing them lightly before thrusting her arm deeper, ripping through the man. She lifted him up and turned back around holding him in front of her like a shield before throwing him at his fellows.
She then took flight and retreated, she'd done enough this battle.
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Post by Grand General Sinn on Jul 12, 2015 17:16:40 GMT -8
As Mariah took off, two archers would fire to try and down her. They had witnessed the attack and thought it necessary to try. After two shots each, they would turn back to the battlefield.
Outnumbered as they were, the archers would begin falling back and focusing on the Volkrim surrounded by the Grand Army. Their arrows would begin to find their targets, having clear shots on the tight group. As the Grand Army soldiers were falling from the Gryphon archers shots, the Volkrim fell from the Grand Army archers shots. Despite the frozen terrain, sweat would begin to form on the Grand Army archers, as they were pushing themselves, every one of them firing dozens of arrows in such a short time. They knew that they could go on so much more, so taking out the encircled Volkrim was their best choice.
As the Grand Army soldiers on the ground began to launch their final assault on the encircled Volkrim, both sides began to drop from a tide of arrows. One of two glaives still standing would take his position as standing officer and decide what to do. There wasn't much they could do but take down the Volkrim and fall back.
When the hand took hold of the neck, it would continue it's forward motion. What would follow this motion was a choke slam. Sinn put as much power in his arm as he could to plant the giant wolf man on his back. The moment that Owa's sword would reach hit arm pit, Owa's back would meet the frozen ground. With what adrenaline was rushing, the minor bit of damage the blade caused would be overlooked.
Sinn would raised his left arm and his shield. He would bring it down on the side of Owa's head. His intention was to beat on the beasts head while cutting off his air. He knew if he could hold off for a few more seconds, Owa would pass out. He was always ready to kill him, but he knew he needed Owa as a prisoner, and the only way to do that is knock him out.
In the midst of Sinn's assault, he would reply to Ildesias without missing a beat, "My Basilisk is right below the surface. I've got a plan and i'm doing it regardless. Have your men fall in with mine and form a wall of shield towards the sky."
The Grand General turned to his men, "SKY WALL! Join ranks with the Free City and fall back!"
The black energy surrounding Sinn's hands would pulse one. The pulse would act as though Owa was punch in the throat. Towards the battlefield the ground would rumble and growl. The ground frozen ground would begin to split. After a few seconds, an explosion of rock, ice, and snow would happen.
The explosion occurred in the midst of the battle with the Free City and the beastmen. The mighty beast was a twenty-two feet long, black scaled, silver exoskeleton, Desert Basilisk. It's body was designed to grind through the ground for tunneling, it's exoskeleton was stronger than most armor. It would begin to snap up enemy soldiers and sling them into the air after chomping them with it's razor sharp teeth. Those that got caught looking dead into the basilisks eyes would find themselves dead immediately, holding up to the reason why it was a basilisk.
Sinn did not want to involve the basilisk unless he had to. For the survival of some, it was needed. This was the whole reason he was drawing magic. He had fully bonded with the basilisk, his strength growing to match the basilisks, while the basilisk matched Sinn's intelligence.
The next step to this bond would be bad for everyone, even his own, if he was pushed to it. He was hoping this battle could hold it's own and the united retreat could happen. As long as one man from the Free City lived, he would hold back from the next step. He wouldn't let anyone get any glory for defeating a company from Grand Army, and he didn't consider retreat a defeat, but more of a chance to even the odds.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2015 20:13:26 GMT -8
Owa's troops where shocked by the enemy's monster. The officers sounded retreat. The fear of the beast made many run formation less toward the mine. Officers did keep the several of the hardened men together and retreated backwards toward the mine, their shields helping to deflect arrows. They were pushed back to the mine, and a massive monster in front of them. Stragglers where still coming in but one of the officers made a hard call and signaled Mariah to make her move, a loud sorrowful howl that echoed through the mountains.
Owa, was unable to do anything but take the beating. Blood loss, exhaustion and an acute case of oxygen deprivation, never mind his brain bouncing around in his skull, made a black out all to easy. The beast went limp and closed his eyes. The last image he saw was the Basilisk tear his men apart.
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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 12, 2015 20:39:08 GMT -8
Mariah manages to avoid being taken out of the sky and hears the howl signalling her to start an avalanche. She grabs her enchanted dagger from her side and flies over to the mountainside, using the mana that her dagger has drained from previous occasions, Mariah shoots out a bolt of magic discharge from her blade. The impacts causes enough disturbance to make a large enough avalanche for the escape plan. Done with her part, Mariah flies away from the battlefield and watches. Since she would end up separated from the others she would wait to see if anyone else gets left behind and regroup with them.
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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 Jul 12, 2015 20:58:10 GMT -8
Seeing the situation he didn't have time for this, in a lightning bolt he disappeared into the clouds.
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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on Jul 13, 2015 4:57:33 GMT -8
"Everyone, form a wall of shields! Protect yourselves against the arrows and begin to retreat!" Ildesias yelled, the arrow still piercing his shoulder. He had lost the use of his left arm, but his right still maintained the charging spell and soon, the glow began to form around him once more.
"Do not look that creature in the eyes! It seems to be our ally, but avoid looking at it!"
The scholarly side of Ildesias recognized the creature from its vague description. The knight side of Ildesias recognized it from experience. He had once served a mighty Elfin kingdom, many summers ago, and such a beast had been unleashed upon them. He was quite aware how deadly it could be and was extremely relieved it wasn't an enemy.
As the remaining 20-30 Free City soldiers gathered around Ildesias, they formed a wall and ceiling of shields as best they could and braced themselves against the raining arrows. They were still taking losses, but soon they were able to slowly pull back down towards the pass.
"Just a little longer!" He yelled, before peering out through the spaces of one of the shields and looking up towards the mountain on the flank of the pass. He saw a figure up there, but could not make much out other than that it was doing something. Before long, he saw the flash of magic and the rumbling of snow. Had it started? Had someone else beaten him to his plan?
But more than that, it was the enemy. Which meant that it was specifically designed to work against them... Something he could not afford, not after such a difficult encounter.
"Break!"
The shields opened up for him suddenly, and he took the spell that had charged in his hand and threw it up into the sky. Several hundred feet above the battle, the orb began to hover and levitate; taking a coloured form as bright as snow before expanding in a mighty shockwave. This shock hit the sides of the mountains, capable of not only knocking over the griffon-riding archers, but also of disturbing the entire area around them. Specifically - the snow.
Within seconds, it began to crumble and fall. A wall of tumbling snow that grew with every passing moment until the pass was like a bowl into which water was being poured.
"Run!"
Ildesias turned, as did his remaining men, and fell back towards the pass opening in a sprint. Within a minute, the snow would fill the battlefield and completely separate or engulf their forces.
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