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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2015 22:48:36 GMT -8
Tabitha sniffles.
"I am here legally...I was cast out. Banished. I'm a fallen angel. They kicked me out because they said I was too cruel to the demons. Bah. They're demons, what to they deserve? But the council didn't think so, and exhiled me. I'm stuck down here now."
She groans.
"I was worried they overturned their decision and you were sent to execute me. It's happened before."
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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 22:54:09 GMT -8
He shook his head. He then opened his arms.
"Need a hug? As for me, no, I am not in service of your God or goddess. I serve a higher deity then that one. She created the whole multiverse, along side the evil part as well. But that is another story for another time. I wouldn't be the one sent to deal with an execution like this. Besides, being too cruel to demons? Really? That is rather idiotic if you ask me."
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Registered: May 16, 2024 0:14:32 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2015 23:01:17 GMT -8
Tabitha hugs Erik gratefully, but lets go after a few seconds.
"Oh, that's good to know. And I know, right? The council is getting soft. I swear, I never thought I would be banished for something like that. With the old council, they would have praised me, maybe gotten me a gift or a plaque. Banishing me? Bah."
She sighs., then examines her wings.
"Well...thanks, archangel. I'll get going now. Thanks for healing me, and for...y'know...not being here to execute me. I'll get going now."
Tabitha flies off.
[exits]
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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 23:20:38 GMT -8
He sighed and watched her leave. Before turning around, unfolding his wings and taking off in the opposite direction from where she was going. He was once again alone in this world.
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Three Riders in Black
New
Roleplay posts: 2
Physical Description: Three wraiths dressed in black robes, their gauntlets and boots of scaled black iron. Swords rested by their sides, reaching all the way down to the ground.
Registered: Sept 22, 2015 17:18:16 GMT -8
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Post by Three Riders in Black on Sept 23, 2015 15:57:13 GMT -8
Three cloaked riders made their across the foothills, their steeds working overtime. The sound of thundering hooves rang out in the nearby area as the wraiths made their way through. They were searching for something, that was for certain. They'd spend the next many hours searching the nearby hills, frantically attempting to recover something.
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Dârothil
Established
Roleplay posts: 22
Physical Description: Dârothil stands at seven feet exactly, his frame broad and thick. His armor was practical, layered steel plates made up most of his suit, decorated with engravings in a language lost to time. There were a few spikes extending past his shoulders and kneecaps. His helmet was horned, with two sockets of black terror staring from behind the face-guard. From his back hung a cloak of a dark red velvet, it was worn and slightly dirty at the bottom.
In his hand was a six feet staff with a worn shade of black, a crystal placed in the socket at the tip. By his side rested a long sword, forged in the heart of the fortress in which he had his origin.
Registered: Sept 26, 2015 23:22:54 GMT -8
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Post by Dârothil on Sept 29, 2015 15:19:07 GMT -8
Dârothil was visible by now, his staff lightly tapping against the sharp rocks as he made his way down the side of the mountain. The pass had been barren, not much to see for him. The black sockets that were his eyes navigated the hillside, taking in the information. He tapped his staff into the soft layer of gravel, and a black orb took to the skies. His spell made its way further into the great blue, and the orb got significantly smaller. It was small as an apple, one would barely be able to spot it. Dârothil navigated the landscape once more, this time from the sky. Just as he had expected, a dragon. It was a smaller dragon, its tail spiked and it's scales dark.
Dârothil manipulated his voice through a fairly simple incantation, allowing him to roar like a dragon. He called out, watching the dragon from his orb. It answered his call, producing a roar that echoed across the hills. Dârothil saw the dragon move in his general direction, and tapped his staff once more, allowing the orb to return. He could not slay the dragon with his blade, not in this instance, for he needed the blood uncontaminated.
Soon the sound of wings met Dârothil and the dragon appeared over a cliff, it's angry eyes fixed on Dârothil. He held his staff tight, pointing it towards the dragon. This dragon was not particularly intelligent, it was tiny and Dârothil was willing to bet it wasn't capable of speech. He waited till the dragon came closer, mumbling elvish under his breath.
The dragon was upon him, and just as it opened its toothed jaw to breathe death upon him, he unleashed the pent up magic. A loud Boom traveled through the valley, and with it a shock wave. A blue bolt met the dragon and impacted at the very second fire left its maw, producing an explosion that could be heard from far, far away.
Smoke, dirt and sod flew from the site of the explosion. A thick smokescreen blocked Dârothil's vision, but the sound of tissue splashing against the sharp rocks was enough confirmation for him. The smoke lifted, and the carcass of the dragon rested a mere twenty feet from him. The entire front was blown clean off, scales had not protected the dragon from imploding once the spell collided with its flame. Dârothil walked calmly towards the scene, bowing down to fill a large flask with the dragons warm blood. He left the site just as quickly as he had arrived, leaving the smoking mess for the crows to feast on. Rarely did crows taste dragon, but Dârothil considered himself an animal friend, so a treat was certainly in order.
He made his way back towards the pass, his steps calm and silent.
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Asadobres
Committed
Roleplay posts: 83
Age: 30
Physical Description: A young dragon by all means. Coated in silver scales with claws and horns that look like obsidian. Small frame to be faster and more agile in the air but weaker physically. Her wings when spread are saphiric blue.
Her humanoid form looks like a young elf girl, with white hair and blue eyes. It took time and a lot of practice but her humanoid guise is finally perfected.
Clothes and Equipment: A saddle made by leiron out of many different kinds of leathers. It was well designed through trial and error. She accepts the extra quivers and saddle bags, the weight will make her faster and stronger should they be removed.
In her human form she often wears a light cloth dress that Leiron makes her wear, though she doesn't understand why.
Registered: Jun 30, 2015 19:46:52 GMT -8
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Post by Asadobres on Sept 29, 2015 19:01:47 GMT -8
Before the wraith could collect the blood of the dragon somethign else answered his call. A silver dragon landed with a might thud only a few short feet from the now dead young dragon. A very very surprised looking elf on her back. The dragon roared angrily, any cloth on the wraiths body would have been blown as if by wind. The dragon spoke in draconic, "Yuu ornla bevi lowd vi darastrix zyak ghergo? Wux jalla kepla'nas doutan soti. Svabol rinov dril batobot wux tira nomeno, coi tepohaic dronilnra vhira dout haurach!"
The dragon was almost 100 feet long, claws like back obsidian, scaled that shined like polished silver and wings when stretched showed bright blue skin that slay beneath her scales. Her horns curved back and her eyes glared at the murderer that killed one of her kin.
The elf on her back wore a green cloak and a face mask but he had a bow and arrow in hand, the elf only glared at the wraith from Asadobres' back.
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Dârothil
Established
Roleplay posts: 22
Physical Description: Dârothil stands at seven feet exactly, his frame broad and thick. His armor was practical, layered steel plates made up most of his suit, decorated with engravings in a language lost to time. There were a few spikes extending past his shoulders and kneecaps. His helmet was horned, with two sockets of black terror staring from behind the face-guard. From his back hung a cloak of a dark red velvet, it was worn and slightly dirty at the bottom.
In his hand was a six feet staff with a worn shade of black, a crystal placed in the socket at the tip. By his side rested a long sword, forged in the heart of the fortress in which he had his origin.
Registered: Sept 26, 2015 23:22:54 GMT -8
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Post by Dârothil on Sept 29, 2015 19:09:38 GMT -8
Dârothil raised himself from the carcass, only a little amount of blood making its way into the vial. He turned calmly to face the newly arrived dragon and the elf. There was something about this wraith, it wasn't dark or sinister, not evil. It was just... Power.
"Wer darastrix assaulted ve, si tepohada thric chogi shar ekess svent coi. si collect nomeno iejir lae ekess karifilt sia halkivic" The wraith whispered in Draconic, its speech perfect.
The wraith did nothing, it simply stood there. Finally the sockets in its helmet that made up its eyes turned to the elf atop the dragon, and it spoke once more.
"I bid thee welcome elf".
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Asadobres
Committed
Roleplay posts: 83
Age: 30
Physical Description: A young dragon by all means. Coated in silver scales with claws and horns that look like obsidian. Small frame to be faster and more agile in the air but weaker physically. Her wings when spread are saphiric blue.
Her humanoid form looks like a young elf girl, with white hair and blue eyes. It took time and a lot of practice but her humanoid guise is finally perfected.
Clothes and Equipment: A saddle made by leiron out of many different kinds of leathers. It was well designed through trial and error. She accepts the extra quivers and saddle bags, the weight will make her faster and stronger should they be removed.
In her human form she often wears a light cloth dress that Leiron makes her wear, though she doesn't understand why.
Registered: Jun 30, 2015 19:46:52 GMT -8
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Post by Asadobres on Sept 29, 2015 19:17:47 GMT -8
The dragon narrowed her eyes at the Wraith. "Vur svabol intrests ornla batobot qe?"
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Dârothil
Established
Roleplay posts: 22
Physical Description: Dârothil stands at seven feet exactly, his frame broad and thick. His armor was practical, layered steel plates made up most of his suit, decorated with engravings in a language lost to time. There were a few spikes extending past his shoulders and kneecaps. His helmet was horned, with two sockets of black terror staring from behind the face-guard. From his back hung a cloak of a dark red velvet, it was worn and slightly dirty at the bottom.
In his hand was a six feet staff with a worn shade of black, a crystal placed in the socket at the tip. By his side rested a long sword, forged in the heart of the fortress in which he had his origin.
Registered: Sept 26, 2015 23:22:54 GMT -8
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Post by Dârothil on Sept 29, 2015 19:24:59 GMT -8
"My interests are simple you see. I practice magic and alchemy, and dragons blood is a rare ingredient. I don't stumble upon it often". The wraith seemed unnervingly calm in the presence of such a large dragon.
"And whom might you be?" The wraith spoke in elvish, his gauntlet firmly grasped around his staff.
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Leiron
Dedicated
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Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 23
Physical Description: The elf was of tanned skin, his hair was brushed back and so blonde it seemed white. He had a scar that started under his right eye and ended half way down his angular face. His cheekbones were high and his face long. His upper body was much bulkier than other elves she had known but his legs were just as gangly. Though you could hardly tell with the thickness of his grieves. Looking at his eyes, they are large like most elves. Silver with ring of blue around his pupil
Clothes and Equipment: ________________________________________________________
Leiron wears a long green sleeved tunic and faded black cloth trousers. Over them he wears bracers, a jerkin with leather scales on hte chest shoulders and arms, boot greaves, and 2 leg satchels, and 3 belts. All are dark brown leather with elvish designs pressed into them. He also has a full helm made of the same material and elvish design. They all have black fur accents except the belts. Over his armor is long, black, cloth gilet which has some elvish embroidery on the edges and black fur and leather over its shoulders. Each belt has a purpose. One belt hangs slightly to the left and holds the scabbard for his sword. Another belt hangs to the right and holds a quiver. and the last and widest (6 inches wide) belt simply holds up his pants... and provides a bit of extra armor.
He has an elvish long sword sheathed at his left hip. a longbow rests across a small shield on his back. Both of which are of elvish design. A mythril spear 6" in length
Registered: Jun 12, 2015 13:24:52 GMT -8
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Post by Leiron on Sept 29, 2015 19:52:35 GMT -8
The elf responded, slightly muffled due to his face mask, in elvish, "I am Leiron Verel and this Asadobres." The elf cocked his head to one side and spoke with curious eyes, "You called it out to kill it did you not? We heard your roar from almost a mile away. I understand your need alchemic reagents but summoning a creature, especially one so rare and young, seems unneeded." The elf spoke in a manner that primarily seemed inquisitive. Though Asadobres was far more enraged than Leiron about the situation. Leiron's main problem was the creature himself. He spoke Draconic, Elvish and Common. Leiron had not met another who could speak the same languages as him and was curious.
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Dârothil
Established
Roleplay posts: 22
Physical Description: Dârothil stands at seven feet exactly, his frame broad and thick. His armor was practical, layered steel plates made up most of his suit, decorated with engravings in a language lost to time. There were a few spikes extending past his shoulders and kneecaps. His helmet was horned, with two sockets of black terror staring from behind the face-guard. From his back hung a cloak of a dark red velvet, it was worn and slightly dirty at the bottom.
In his hand was a six feet staff with a worn shade of black, a crystal placed in the socket at the tip. By his side rested a long sword, forged in the heart of the fortress in which he had his origin.
Registered: Sept 26, 2015 23:22:54 GMT -8
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Post by Dârothil on Sept 29, 2015 19:59:10 GMT -8
Dârothil rasped slightly as he spoke "I would've attempted to subdue and extract blood if possible, but this dragon did not linger. He came at me as soon as he saw me, so I ended him" His elvish perfect, as if it was his mother tongue.
Dârothil walked a bit closer, getting dangerously close to the dragons maw. He was very calm, his heavy plate boots clanked against the rock. "My needs were very urgent you see, if they weren't I wouldn't have traveled this far. You see I am very old, and there is not much that tempts me to leave home".
He lifts the vial with a tiny amount of blood in it. "This however I need to ensure my own survival".
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Leiron
Dedicated
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Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 23
Physical Description: The elf was of tanned skin, his hair was brushed back and so blonde it seemed white. He had a scar that started under his right eye and ended half way down his angular face. His cheekbones were high and his face long. His upper body was much bulkier than other elves she had known but his legs were just as gangly. Though you could hardly tell with the thickness of his grieves. Looking at his eyes, they are large like most elves. Silver with ring of blue around his pupil
Clothes and Equipment: ________________________________________________________
Leiron wears a long green sleeved tunic and faded black cloth trousers. Over them he wears bracers, a jerkin with leather scales on hte chest shoulders and arms, boot greaves, and 2 leg satchels, and 3 belts. All are dark brown leather with elvish designs pressed into them. He also has a full helm made of the same material and elvish design. They all have black fur accents except the belts. Over his armor is long, black, cloth gilet which has some elvish embroidery on the edges and black fur and leather over its shoulders. Each belt has a purpose. One belt hangs slightly to the left and holds the scabbard for his sword. Another belt hangs to the right and holds a quiver. and the last and widest (6 inches wide) belt simply holds up his pants... and provides a bit of extra armor.
He has an elvish long sword sheathed at his left hip. a longbow rests across a small shield on his back. Both of which are of elvish design. A mythril spear 6" in length
Registered: Jun 12, 2015 13:24:52 GMT -8
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Post by Leiron on Sept 29, 2015 20:37:41 GMT -8
Lerion was baffled by his mastery of the elvish tongue but that was a less immediate matter. He felt the tension in the saddle that was on Asadobres' back. She was preparing a strike. Moving so slowly that Leiron almost missed her movement. He spoke to her quickly so as to hopefully change her mind. "Svabol ui authot ui authot. asadobres, yth shilta ti letoclo wer ghergo ir jaka. Origato udoka ti shala coita marfedelom ekess qe persvek ista." Leiron's own mastery of draconic came from his bond with Asadobres. He looked to the wraith once more, this is something you don't just come across.
Asadobres relaxed, she looked back at Leiron with a sad look.
Leiron patted her nose. but quickly returned focus to the wraith. In elvish Leiron spoke, "I have to ask, i cannot see beneath your helm. Are you an elf?" Leiron looked to the wraith and waited for an answer.
Asadobres took a step back, allowing the wraith to collect what blood he could from the corpse.
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Dârothil
Established
Roleplay posts: 22
Physical Description: Dârothil stands at seven feet exactly, his frame broad and thick. His armor was practical, layered steel plates made up most of his suit, decorated with engravings in a language lost to time. There were a few spikes extending past his shoulders and kneecaps. His helmet was horned, with two sockets of black terror staring from behind the face-guard. From his back hung a cloak of a dark red velvet, it was worn and slightly dirty at the bottom.
In his hand was a six feet staff with a worn shade of black, a crystal placed in the socket at the tip. By his side rested a long sword, forged in the heart of the fortress in which he had his origin.
Registered: Sept 26, 2015 23:22:54 GMT -8
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Post by Dârothil on Sept 29, 2015 20:52:46 GMT -8
Dârothil calmly walked over to the carcass, muttering a few words in elvish. A sufficient amount of blood would stream upwards, defying gravity to eventually enter the vial he was holding. He put a cork in it and stored it in his satchel.
"No one can see that which lays beneath my helmet" He scuffled, looking around the corpse for anything useful.
"I am no elf" he muttered. It was clear as day that Dârothil was in fact elvish, judging from his accent. Why he did not reveal or attest to being elvish? That was unsure. Dârothil did not seem worried by the presence of the two at all, in fact he payed them no mind, he did not look at them when talking. He searched through his satchel, his scaled gauntlets producing a horrid sound as his fingers searched.
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Leiron
Dedicated
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Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 23
Physical Description: The elf was of tanned skin, his hair was brushed back and so blonde it seemed white. He had a scar that started under his right eye and ended half way down his angular face. His cheekbones were high and his face long. His upper body was much bulkier than other elves she had known but his legs were just as gangly. Though you could hardly tell with the thickness of his grieves. Looking at his eyes, they are large like most elves. Silver with ring of blue around his pupil
Clothes and Equipment: ________________________________________________________
Leiron wears a long green sleeved tunic and faded black cloth trousers. Over them he wears bracers, a jerkin with leather scales on hte chest shoulders and arms, boot greaves, and 2 leg satchels, and 3 belts. All are dark brown leather with elvish designs pressed into them. He also has a full helm made of the same material and elvish design. They all have black fur accents except the belts. Over his armor is long, black, cloth gilet which has some elvish embroidery on the edges and black fur and leather over its shoulders. Each belt has a purpose. One belt hangs slightly to the left and holds the scabbard for his sword. Another belt hangs to the right and holds a quiver. and the last and widest (6 inches wide) belt simply holds up his pants... and provides a bit of extra armor.
He has an elvish long sword sheathed at his left hip. a longbow rests across a small shield on his back. Both of which are of elvish design. A mythril spear 6" in length
Registered: Jun 12, 2015 13:24:52 GMT -8
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Post by Leiron on Sept 30, 2015 9:35:43 GMT -8
"And why would that be?" The elf's curiousity grew with every reply the wraith gave. Leirons ears twitched at the sound of the armored gloves. What is he looking for? The elf tensed slightly at the thought.
Asadobres had not stopped eyeballing the wraith since Leiron talked her down though and while she had no intent to, she was ready to strike the Wraith should he giver her reason.
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Dârothil
Established
Roleplay posts: 22
Physical Description: Dârothil stands at seven feet exactly, his frame broad and thick. His armor was practical, layered steel plates made up most of his suit, decorated with engravings in a language lost to time. There were a few spikes extending past his shoulders and kneecaps. His helmet was horned, with two sockets of black terror staring from behind the face-guard. From his back hung a cloak of a dark red velvet, it was worn and slightly dirty at the bottom.
In his hand was a six feet staff with a worn shade of black, a crystal placed in the socket at the tip. By his side rested a long sword, forged in the heart of the fortress in which he had his origin.
Registered: Sept 26, 2015 23:22:54 GMT -8
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Post by Dârothil on Sept 30, 2015 9:39:35 GMT -8
Dârothil retrieved a smaller vial from his satchel, taking a small amount of dirt from the hillside. Once the vial was full of dirt he'd put that away too. He rose to his feet, looking back at the elf.
"I have little time to talk, If you have important questions feel free to ask them, or I shall take my leave" he spoke from behind the horned helmet. Clearly he didn't feel like answering the question Leiron had just asked, or maybe he just didn't care.
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Leiron
Dedicated
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Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 23
Physical Description: The elf was of tanned skin, his hair was brushed back and so blonde it seemed white. He had a scar that started under his right eye and ended half way down his angular face. His cheekbones were high and his face long. His upper body was much bulkier than other elves she had known but his legs were just as gangly. Though you could hardly tell with the thickness of his grieves. Looking at his eyes, they are large like most elves. Silver with ring of blue around his pupil
Clothes and Equipment: ________________________________________________________
Leiron wears a long green sleeved tunic and faded black cloth trousers. Over them he wears bracers, a jerkin with leather scales on hte chest shoulders and arms, boot greaves, and 2 leg satchels, and 3 belts. All are dark brown leather with elvish designs pressed into them. He also has a full helm made of the same material and elvish design. They all have black fur accents except the belts. Over his armor is long, black, cloth gilet which has some elvish embroidery on the edges and black fur and leather over its shoulders. Each belt has a purpose. One belt hangs slightly to the left and holds the scabbard for his sword. Another belt hangs to the right and holds a quiver. and the last and widest (6 inches wide) belt simply holds up his pants... and provides a bit of extra armor.
He has an elvish long sword sheathed at his left hip. a longbow rests across a small shield on his back. Both of which are of elvish design. A mythril spear 6" in length
Registered: Jun 12, 2015 13:24:52 GMT -8
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Post by Leiron on Sept 30, 2015 9:47:17 GMT -8
"Then take your leave. Why would I ask questions of importance when I can't get a complete answer." The elf knew half truths when he heard them. Before the wraith could respond leiron opened his mouth, "Wiap!"
Asadobres crouched and lept. Spreading her blue wings and flying into the sky.
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Dârothil
Established
Roleplay posts: 22
Physical Description: Dârothil stands at seven feet exactly, his frame broad and thick. His armor was practical, layered steel plates made up most of his suit, decorated with engravings in a language lost to time. There were a few spikes extending past his shoulders and kneecaps. His helmet was horned, with two sockets of black terror staring from behind the face-guard. From his back hung a cloak of a dark red velvet, it was worn and slightly dirty at the bottom.
In his hand was a six feet staff with a worn shade of black, a crystal placed in the socket at the tip. By his side rested a long sword, forged in the heart of the fortress in which he had his origin.
Registered: Sept 26, 2015 23:22:54 GMT -8
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Post by Dârothil on Sept 30, 2015 9:49:25 GMT -8
Dârothil followed the dragon with his gaze as it took to the skies. It had almost been too easy. As the dragon and its rider disappeared over a hill, Dârothil turned his back on them, walking back towards the pass he had come from.
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Leiron
Dedicated
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Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 23
Physical Description: The elf was of tanned skin, his hair was brushed back and so blonde it seemed white. He had a scar that started under his right eye and ended half way down his angular face. His cheekbones were high and his face long. His upper body was much bulkier than other elves she had known but his legs were just as gangly. Though you could hardly tell with the thickness of his grieves. Looking at his eyes, they are large like most elves. Silver with ring of blue around his pupil
Clothes and Equipment: ________________________________________________________
Leiron wears a long green sleeved tunic and faded black cloth trousers. Over them he wears bracers, a jerkin with leather scales on hte chest shoulders and arms, boot greaves, and 2 leg satchels, and 3 belts. All are dark brown leather with elvish designs pressed into them. He also has a full helm made of the same material and elvish design. They all have black fur accents except the belts. Over his armor is long, black, cloth gilet which has some elvish embroidery on the edges and black fur and leather over its shoulders. Each belt has a purpose. One belt hangs slightly to the left and holds the scabbard for his sword. Another belt hangs to the right and holds a quiver. and the last and widest (6 inches wide) belt simply holds up his pants... and provides a bit of extra armor.
He has an elvish long sword sheathed at his left hip. a longbow rests across a small shield on his back. Both of which are of elvish design. A mythril spear 6" in length
Registered: Jun 12, 2015 13:24:52 GMT -8
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Post by Leiron on Sept 30, 2015 10:08:51 GMT -8
Unknown to him The dragon rider circled back, staying high in the clouds. They would observe the wraith from above. Watching him. Though if he did nothing of ill intent they would move on in time.
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Dârothil
Established
Roleplay posts: 22
Physical Description: Dârothil stands at seven feet exactly, his frame broad and thick. His armor was practical, layered steel plates made up most of his suit, decorated with engravings in a language lost to time. There were a few spikes extending past his shoulders and kneecaps. His helmet was horned, with two sockets of black terror staring from behind the face-guard. From his back hung a cloak of a dark red velvet, it was worn and slightly dirty at the bottom.
In his hand was a six feet staff with a worn shade of black, a crystal placed in the socket at the tip. By his side rested a long sword, forged in the heart of the fortress in which he had his origin.
Registered: Sept 26, 2015 23:22:54 GMT -8
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Post by Dârothil on Sept 30, 2015 10:10:39 GMT -8
As Dârothil made his way up to higher altitudes, walking on a small trail, he found it was time. Mumbling a few words he'd tap his staff into the ground once, disappearing entirely.
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