Andraste Ruana
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 244
Age: 25
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Although she is quite young, Andraste's very being resonates with magical power. She has long, dark red hair that falls down around her face, framing her soft, kindly features nicely. She has soft, unnaturally coloured orange eyes, striking against her pale skin. Andraste's hands speak to a lowborn life of peasant work, rough and callused. However, her skin is fair and her figure elegant, her musculature long and lean, lending itself to swiftness rather than powerful. Heat emanates from her body, able to be felt from almost a foot away.
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Clothes and Equipment: Since her adoption into a magic collegium, Andraste has taken to wearing ornate crimson great robes, flowing about her figure, complete with gold filigree and a roomy hood that shadows her face when worn, although she tends to keep it down outside of whatever court she happens to be serving. Her only offensive equipment is a dirk imbued with a haste enchantment, allowing for almost unnaturally quick strikes. However, she tends to favour her magic-imbued twisted oak staff which enhances her casting ability, the large black onyx stone at the tip of the staff holding a particular affinity to her favoured school of magic: Pyromancy. She also holds a book of various incantations in her other hand when in battle, reading them off with extreme speed and accuracy. She possesses a natural resistance to heat, but is much less resistant to cold.
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Registered: May 31, 2015 20:33:14 GMT -8
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Post by Andraste Ruana on Sept 19, 2015 20:09:36 GMT -8
Andraste struggles to her feet and affixes the angel with a stern gaze, her mouth turned down slightly into a grimace. "That was quite rude of you," she states, "and I have no need for more conflict after the last few weeks I've had. Unless you promise you will not strike out at ridiculous perceived threats again, I will be forced to ask you to leave." Andraste, despite her politeness, has an edge to her voice that's uncommon for her. The last few weeks have indeed been filled with stressors for her. First, the Ethereal Realm, then a dragon. The last thing she needs is her peace disturbed by some vindictive self-righteous angel.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2015 20:13:32 GMT -8
Tabitha glances at the angry sprite, then at the hovering orb, then at Andraste.
"Don't worry. I'm not going to attack you, or anything like that. I usually don't, I just thought your friend was a demon for sure..."
She sighs.
"I'm always getting into trouble for that kind of thing. Again, I'm very very sorry. Tell you what...I'll go grab some clouds for you then leave you alone, ok? Clouds are nice. They're soothing. Tasty too."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2015 20:15:25 GMT -8
"Clouds?! What good are clouds to us?! One of us gets hurt in water and two of us can't use their powers! Can't you cast miracles or something? Can you heal my friend or make me powerful enough to face a dragon without failing to do any damage to it?" Ashley blurted out in frustration.
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Vigil
Dedicated
Son of Purge
Roleplay posts: 169
Registered: Aug 28, 2015 11:14:30 GMT -8
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Post by Vigil on Sept 19, 2015 20:18:26 GMT -8
"What a strange occurrence. " Vigil snaps out of his trance-like state and notices the intruder finally.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2015 20:20:15 GMT -8
Tabitha looks taken aback.
"But...clouds are nice..."
She looks thoughtfully at Andraste.
"I can take the pain away a little bit, and sooth her, maybe put her out for a little while so she can heal while asleep...I'm not sure what I can do about the dragon, though. You attacked it and didn't do any damage at all? Not even a scratch? That sounds horribly overpowered. Hmm."
She walks over to Andraste.
"Shh...calm down, mortal. Listen to the sound of my harp."
She starts slowly playing the harp, and the music washes over the group and makes them somewhat drowsy.
"Let it take hold, don't fight it. You'll wake up refreshed."
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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 Sept 19, 2015 20:22:08 GMT -8
While through the skies, overlooking one of the many worlds he has gone to, he felt something not right and something that shouldn't be in this world. Something like himself and a devil maybe? He wasn't quite sure, it this didn't deter him from scouting out those signatures. With a hard flap of his massive wings, he shot forward at a rapid speed, and only increasing until he felt himself getting closer to the two. After a while, he stopped and looked around in the sky. He knew he was extremely but couldn't quite spot them. The sky was almost covered in clouds, making it great for temporary cover. But it wouldn't last, not against him.
After a while of looking he glanced down and spotted a group of dots on the ground. He made a mental note to kick his own ass later for not loo down there first, but first he had to figure out why an angel is not in it's realm and a devil in it realm. He rotated and shot Down at them, getting closer till he realized there were more of them, though of the human species. He sighed and stopped above them.
"What is going on here? Angel, why aren't you in your realm? Devil, same goes for you. And more specifically, why are you directly talking to a human....and a fairy and a wisp? What is going on here?"
He dropped the last 5 feet, his wings folding back on to his back now that he wasn't using them.
"And if you try anything, devil, I will not hesitate to kill you. Keep that in mind."
He said in a stern and authoritative tone, his white hood over his eyes and casting a bit of a shadow on his face.
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Vigil
Dedicated
Son of Purge
Roleplay posts: 169
Registered: Aug 28, 2015 11:14:30 GMT -8
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Post by Vigil on Sept 19, 2015 20:26:09 GMT -8
Vigil moves out of the sunlight and over to Andraste, he whispers, "Should we leave?"
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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 Sept 19, 2015 20:28:50 GMT -8
He turned his head towards the wisp, though his eyebrow not being seen, it was raised in a question manner.
"Hmm did you say something, wisp?"
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Registered: May 16, 2024 6:10:17 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2015 20:36:57 GMT -8
Tabitha looks over, recognizing the distinct armor of an archangel. She panics and immediately stops playing.
"Archangel! I was...uh...just on vacation, and I decided to play for these lovely folks. Um...I'll be going now. Bye."
She starts to fly away.
"Nicemeetingyouallokseeyabye!"
She flies fast, trying to get away from Erik.
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Andraste Ruana
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 244
Age: 25
Physical Description: =====================================
Although she is quite young, Andraste's very being resonates with magical power. She has long, dark red hair that falls down around her face, framing her soft, kindly features nicely. She has soft, unnaturally coloured orange eyes, striking against her pale skin. Andraste's hands speak to a lowborn life of peasant work, rough and callused. However, her skin is fair and her figure elegant, her musculature long and lean, lending itself to swiftness rather than powerful. Heat emanates from her body, able to be felt from almost a foot away.
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Clothes and Equipment: Since her adoption into a magic collegium, Andraste has taken to wearing ornate crimson great robes, flowing about her figure, complete with gold filigree and a roomy hood that shadows her face when worn, although she tends to keep it down outside of whatever court she happens to be serving. Her only offensive equipment is a dirk imbued with a haste enchantment, allowing for almost unnaturally quick strikes. However, she tends to favour her magic-imbued twisted oak staff which enhances her casting ability, the large black onyx stone at the tip of the staff holding a particular affinity to her favoured school of magic: Pyromancy. She also holds a book of various incantations in her other hand when in battle, reading them off with extreme speed and accuracy. She possesses a natural resistance to heat, but is much less resistant to cold.
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Registered: May 31, 2015 20:33:14 GMT -8
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Post by Andraste Ruana on Sept 19, 2015 20:36:51 GMT -8
Andraste turns her attention to Erik next, her patience quickly wearing thin as she plant her staff in the ground, her mental resistances overcoming the lulling effect of the harp. "Leave, Celestial," she commands, sternly. Apparently her kind words were all used up on Gravlor, trying to calm the beast down. Now, she's tired of being pushed by otherworldly creatures. For once, she'd like a moment of peace.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2015 20:45:01 GMT -8
Ashley's anger began to slowly rise at the chaos occurring around her. Her breathing became heavier as she seethed through her teeth. The peppers on her head began to smoke again as they started to glow blue. It was clear her rage was close to breaking.
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Vesta
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: Immeasurable
Physical Description: =======================
Standing at a minute height of one foot tall, this tiny nature spirit appears, on the surface, to be merely a young girl in her late teens, and her excitable demeanour would appear to support that hypothesis. She has long, flowing fire red hair which undulates like the flames she embodies, and solid orange, glowing eyes that sparkle with mirth and passion and a love of life. Upon her back, two bright red butterfly wings spread out about her, tapering up to sharp tips, their shape harsh and almost jagged, though possessed of a sort of dissonant order, speaking of her natural element. Her skin is without blemishes, perfectly golden-white, touched by the sun. What little clothing she wears is made from the element of fire itself, in constant motion as it wraps about her surprisingly voluptuous figure, although it occasionally appears to simply be a very malleable fabric, appearing as shear silk. While nothing about her would suggest she's any older than she seems on the surface, those who know the Fae and their workings know she's more than likely ages older than the first man to walk the lands.
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Clothes and Equipment: She wields no weaponry or armour, but her natural abilities are explosive and dangerous, and her short stature does nothing to reduce the destructive heat of her flames. She is also able to command the lightning, those destructive forces of the natural world at her beck and call.
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Registered: Sept 8, 2015 22:11:18 GMT -8
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Post by Vesta on Sept 19, 2015 20:52:55 GMT -8
"That's right! Fly back to the Celestial Plane where you belong!" yells Vesta at the retreating Tabitha, shaking a fist. She turns to Erik, then, her fury definitely not having subsided. Clouds begin to coalesce overhead as she speaks. "Stop. Calling. My. Friend. A demon!" she yells, "She's a dryad! A fey like me! Can't you stupid Celestials tell the difference?" As she shouts, thunder rolls through the clouds, and overhead they can be seen sparking and lighting up with electricity. Odd, it was just fairly clear a moment ago.
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Vigil
Dedicated
Son of Purge
Roleplay posts: 169
Registered: Aug 28, 2015 11:14:30 GMT -8
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Post by Vigil on Sept 19, 2015 20:57:19 GMT -8
"I do not care very much for otherworlders like that." Vigil states, afterward he starts humming low, realizing what he said. He didn't mean to be racist.
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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 Sept 19, 2015 21:05:40 GMT -8
He moved a hand toward the absconding angel.
"Not so fast, get back here now."
He said without hesitation.
"You will stay here until I say so, like it or not."
He was ready to bring her back via telekinesis if she tried to escape. He then turned his attention to the human.
"No need to raise your voice, you aren't in the wrong here. You can leave and have your peace."
He then turned towards the Dryads.
"My apologies, but last I checked, dryads had to do more with forestry then fire."
He finally turned towards the wisp.
"What are you doing in this realm anyways?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2015 21:10:54 GMT -8
Tabitha stops in her tracks, then flaps back obediently. She knows better than to disobey an archangel.
"Yes sir...don't worry. I'll stay."
She lands and starts nervously playing her harp, loosing a somber, mournful tune. She won't meet anyone's eye. Instead, she just sits on the ground with her head down, fingers plucking despondently at the strings.
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Vigil
Dedicated
Son of Purge
Roleplay posts: 169
Registered: Aug 28, 2015 11:14:30 GMT -8
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Post by Vigil on Sept 19, 2015 21:17:47 GMT -8
"I live here now." Vigil's child voice cracked to a lower pitch for a moment. He warbles with surprise.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2015 21:21:36 GMT -8
last I checked, dryads had to do more with forestry then fire." That was the last straw."ENOUGH!"The peppers on Ashley's head burst into blue flames, burning away and leaving jet flames that shot upwards like firecrackers. Her eyes began to glow and turned solid blue as flames engulfed her body. She raised her hands to the sky and brought them back down quickly, creating a shockwave of flames that pushed all inside the stump outward like an explosion. The giant tree Ashley was inside immediately erupted into fire as the blue fire from her body rose into the sky like a tower straight to Hell. Her clothes burnt away entirely, leaving her natural leafy suit covering her private parts. her skin began to singe from her own flames as the area around her turned to ash.
"YOU WANT ME TO BE A DEMON SO BADLY?!" She roared to the two angels. While still engulfed in the blue fire, she brought her hands together on her side as white fire swirled around them, creating a white-hot orb that was too bright to look at directly.
"THEN I SHALL FIGHT YOU WITH EVERLASTING HELLFIRE!"
Pointing her open palms towards the two angels, Ashley unleashed a tiny line of red flames that shot past the two angels. Half a second later, a massive beat of heat energy, bright blue from the sheer power, exploded outwards on the path created. Everything in its path was obliterated, leaving a massive hole where the beam tore across the ground towards the two Angels. The air around the beam flickered from the heat, blurring everything associated with Ashley. The ground around her was either burnt to nothingness or so badly on fire that the flames raced outwards towards anything it could devour in an endless hunger fueled by pure rage and hatred.
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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 Sept 19, 2015 21:23:07 GMT -8
He looked back at her before lowering his hand back to his side.
"I will talk to you later, Angel."
He turned his head back at the wisp.
"You live here now? What is wrong with your realm? Is something going on there?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2015 21:25:59 GMT -8
"AAAUGH!"
Tabitha screams in pain as the fire sears her, jumping desperately to the side. She lands on the grass and starts panicking, rolling on the ground and beating her wings in an effort to put them out. The smell of burning feathers fills the air.
"Why! Why would you do that? I thought we were alright!"
Fires out, she curls up on the ground and whimpers. Her wings are too burnt to fly away.
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Vesta
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: Immeasurable
Physical Description: =======================
Standing at a minute height of one foot tall, this tiny nature spirit appears, on the surface, to be merely a young girl in her late teens, and her excitable demeanour would appear to support that hypothesis. She has long, flowing fire red hair which undulates like the flames she embodies, and solid orange, glowing eyes that sparkle with mirth and passion and a love of life. Upon her back, two bright red butterfly wings spread out about her, tapering up to sharp tips, their shape harsh and almost jagged, though possessed of a sort of dissonant order, speaking of her natural element. Her skin is without blemishes, perfectly golden-white, touched by the sun. What little clothing she wears is made from the element of fire itself, in constant motion as it wraps about her surprisingly voluptuous figure, although it occasionally appears to simply be a very malleable fabric, appearing as shear silk. While nothing about her would suggest she's any older than she seems on the surface, those who know the Fae and their workings know she's more than likely ages older than the first man to walk the lands.
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Clothes and Equipment: She wields no weaponry or armour, but her natural abilities are explosive and dangerous, and her short stature does nothing to reduce the destructive heat of her flames. She is also able to command the lightning, those destructive forces of the natural world at her beck and call.
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Registered: Sept 8, 2015 22:11:18 GMT -8
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Post by Vesta on Sept 19, 2015 21:26:12 GMT -8
Vesta cheers Ashley on as she explodes into flame, raising a fist in the air as she yells, "Yeah, show 'em!" With that, the sprite adds her surprisingly explosive force to the flames, rising up as a jet of fire explodes from her toward the angels. Meanwhile, the clouds above begin to thunder more angrily, flashes of lightning jumping between them more frequently. It would seem that nature does not agree with the celestials' presence, either.
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