Orgath
Established
Roleplay posts: 25
Physical Description: This wraith is covered in tattered black cloth. It has a black leather vest with various pouches and ornaments. A hood is pulled over the head of the wraith, concealing its face.
It generally appears an archer dressed for practical field work, long stays in the wilderness and extensive travel.
Across its back is a black shortbow, by its hip rests a quiver and a sword.
Registered: Sept 22, 2015 14:44:17 GMT -8
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Post by Orgath on Oct 23, 2015 10:00:35 GMT -8
The fire engulfed the path, covering everything. The intruders couldn't even hope to see what exactly was happening, since the ball of fire was so massive. Orgath disappeared in the flames, his figure swallowed entirely by the fiery death unleashed upon him by Jun. Just as the spell was cast, arrows started raining on the intruders again, the constant rain would continue from there on out. Soon the flames died out, leaving the air warm and the rocks that littered the path red hot. The intruders would be met with a new sight as the flames vanished, a new foe. The flames had destroyed anything that was even remotely flammable, the cloth, his cloak, his pouches and his quiver, revealing the true nature of Orgath. He stood still seven feet tall in front of them, his suit of armor spotless, reflecting the sun from its black sheets of metal. In Orgath's hand was a long sword. The adventurers had abandoned all hopes of reasoning with Orgath now, they had formally declined his offer, and the fight was on. Orgath advanced towards intruders, his strides long and his intent obvious.
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Oct 23, 2015 10:25:45 GMT -8
Roxanne dives for cover as the fireball engulfs the path and the arrows block out the sun.
"Dammit woman, why would you do something like that?"
She lifts her sword to charge at Orgath, but has to duck back down behind the spikes to avoid the arrows. One lucky shot hits her right in the gap between her armor plates, embedding itself in her torso.
"AUUGH! I HATE THIS PLACE!"
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Oct 23, 2015 10:52:48 GMT -8
Thanks to Orgath's dark presence, Jun could still sense his approximate location, despite the blinding light of her flames (and Norman's wall assuming he had produced one, although it would likely have shattered in the blast). There was no sign of struggle or even an attempt to dodge, so Jun assumed that Orgath was unharmed. If she could see him in his armor, it'd verify this fact.
I knew he was resistant to flames. I hope this works.
Time would seem to slow down. She only had a fraction of a second after the flames dissipated in order for this to work. Each individual heartbeat that rang in her ears felt like an eternity. Everything seemed like it was moving in slow motion.
"Psionic Prison!"
Jun snapped her hands forward. Walls of shimmering, glass-like energy would appear on all sides of Orgath's body and close in, encasing him in a box.
Although her flames were magical in origin, they were still flames. They burned his clothing, which meant their very existence had not been negated.
And flames consumed oxygen.
In the very split second after the flames disappeared, the air around Orgath would be saturated with carbon dioxide. So if the psionic prison trapped him quickly enough, he would be unable to breath.
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Orgath
Established
Roleplay posts: 25
Physical Description: This wraith is covered in tattered black cloth. It has a black leather vest with various pouches and ornaments. A hood is pulled over the head of the wraith, concealing its face.
It generally appears an archer dressed for practical field work, long stays in the wilderness and extensive travel.
Across its back is a black shortbow, by its hip rests a quiver and a sword.
Registered: Sept 22, 2015 14:44:17 GMT -8
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Post by Orgath on Oct 23, 2015 14:06:04 GMT -8
This woman was clever, first she had eliminated all the oxygen in Orgath's surroundings, then she had encased him in a magical barrier. Orgath halted as his path was blocked by the energy cell. His head turned, inspecting his situation. There was something almost robotic about the way the suit of armor moved, something not natural. He extended his hand, running his fingertips against the material that made up his cell, almost appearing curious or intrigued.
He ran the tip of his sword against the material, a weak scratch forming as he slid it across. He stepped back on one leg, hauling the sword against the wall with immense strength. It was obvious that the material gave in to some extent, but it showed no sign of actual breaking, it simply absorbed his blow. He followed that blow with two more, his form and grace impressive. The cell would clearly not break, so Orgath placed the tip of his sword in the dirt beneath him, his hands resting on the hilt. There were no eyes behind the helmet, no fear to draw from his body language. Orgath remained perfectly calm as the intruders were showered with arrows.
He was blocking their path, and the orcs had plenty of arrows. Orgath was most of all interested to see what the young sorceress had in mind next, her display of power had been impressive.
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[Phoenix] Zaltos Kiraxo
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 221
Physical Description: Zaltos stands roughly 6'2" and weighs around 220 pounds. He is currently using a young male for his vessel that is around 17-20 in age. Since this side of his Red Phoenix has never been present long, it is as juvenile as the new Zaltos, allowing him to be open to learning new magic besides his fire. His build is that of a well trained martial artists and his skin in a moderate tan color. His eyes flash an icy blue and his hair is silver and shoulder length.
Clothes and Equipment: His garb changes, as does his armor. He no longer uses the Phoenix Blade in a broadsword form. This sword is a dual blade sword that is highly magic. These blades are covered in a magical sheath that turns to fire when Zaltos takes hold of it. This sword is rumored to posses the first Phoenix ever. He currently has no shield but his fire. He does carry small items that can be used in combat, but these items vary from time to time and will never be the same at any point.
Registered: Dec 23, 2014 18:25:01 GMT -8
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Post by [Phoenix] Zaltos Kiraxo on Oct 23, 2015 15:45:39 GMT -8
It was Zaltos's turn to play now. The more arrows the were consumed by the heat and magics of his shield, the stronger his magic grew. The magics worked like fire, constantly absorbing and releasing energy; a consistent cycle that appeared destructive but was very constructive. When the time was right, he would strike.
Then Jun added her piece to the magic. Her spell radiated heat, magic, and fire, all of which Zaltos and his shield would consume. Unlike the others, the fire was nothing to him but a toy. He would use this to fuel his strike to even the playing grounds.
Zaltos quickly grabbed the hilt of his Phoenix Blade and removed it from his back. It began to glow a bright gold, white, and red. All the Celestial markings began to glow and it would emit a Heavenly energy, one that even Orgath couldn't deny.
Zaltos took his right foot and kicked Norman out of the way towards cover. He wouldn't kill him or anything, but simply move him with force before he made his strike.
Zaltos looked to the sky and threw the Phoenix Blade into the sky. A stream of fire followed behind it as it screamed, literally ripping through the atmosphere, creating more energy to consume.
When the blade reached a specific point in the sky, it would come to a sudden halt. The fire stream remained and the sword grew brighter. Within seconds the blade would begin to rotate and slowly engulf itself in fire.
And then the deafening boom would occur. A bright light would engulf the surrounding area, as if it was the middle of the day for a few moments. Then all hell would be released. Just a few more seconds is all he needed.
The final sounds were made as the arrows made their rounds again. Again, his shield would work it's magic, but instead Zaltos took on this magic to assist his weapon in the sky. It would sound like rockets being released as fireballs the size of basketballs began to fire from the sword like mortar rounds.
The fire balls would shoot even higher into the sky before coming back down. The shots would cover the same range as the archers. When they collided with the ground or enemies, the fireballs would explode like grenades of fire. Destruction was imminent for anything the fireballs contacted. Even though it probably wouldn't kill all the enemies, they would definitely rethink their attacks.
Those that were left standing would see the fires that remained despite having nothing to consume. An orc might not notice such a thing, but Orgath would definitely know something was in the works. Either way, the fireballs and fire would be enough to keep the archers back in fear that they would get burned alive if they were seen.
"Jun, keep him back or throw him over the ledge. Just a couple of minutes and my apell will be ready!"
"Roxanne, help the lizard man! Doobie, come help me gather energy! We're going to bring the Light to the Darkness!"
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Oct 24, 2015 10:21:47 GMT -8
Jun looked back at the main party. "Shit, Roxanne's hurt." She realized that she was allied with the Fletcher family for the time she spent at Grandma's place, teaching them magic and learning how to cook...
She turned back to Orgath and pulled out yet another scroll from her bandoleer. "If you could just wait there a minute or two." She placed the scroll onto the barrier. A stream of arcane runes shot out in all directions from the scroll, circling the barrier like tape holding together a glass art project. The scroll would act as a sort of magical battery, keeping the spell functional for a few minutes until Jun could return to it.
She marveled and was greatly concerned by the lack of distress the being was experiencing. Don't tell me he doesn't need oxygen either!
"Zaltos, that barrier will hold him for a few minutes." She made her way over to Roxanne, firing pulses of fiery hot air into the sky to deflect any arrow that Zaltos might have been missing. Well holy shit she thought to herself when she realized what kind of offense Zaltos' sword was actually capable of.
Finally, if she could make it to her, she'd cast a healing spell on Roxanne after yanking out the arrow. "Sorry we got off on the wrong foot. I guess I'll be your cleric for today."
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Oct 24, 2015 10:48:59 GMT -8
Roxanne screams in pain as Jun yanks the arrow out, but stops when she starts with the healing.
"Yeah...cleric. Hey, thanks for nearly incinerating me with that fireball earlier. That wasn't almost lethal at all."
She lies on the ground, groaning, until the spell is finished.
"Thanks for that, I guess..."
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Oct 24, 2015 10:51:38 GMT -8
"... Oh shut up I'll make you some muffins later."
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Oct 24, 2015 12:11:26 GMT -8
"Hmmph."
Roxanne gets up and draws her bow, sending a few shots back at the archers before ducking down.
"What are you guys here for, anyway? I'm just here for the bounty."
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Oct 24, 2015 12:58:13 GMT -8
Jun got up and continued to fire heat pulses in different directions while standing over Roxanne. "Zaltos wanted to fight some bad guys. 'Let's go fight some bad guys,' he said. 'It'll be fun,' he said. 'Oh don't worry we'll be fine!' he said. Anyways, I'm mostly training to become stronger. I wanna be able to protect the Land-Tiller's Expanse and Medan."
She looked over at Orgath, who was staring at her. "That guy is nuts. First he takes a massive blast to the chest, then he survives flames that could melt steel, and now it seems like he doesn't even need oxygen to live. Something tells me I'm gonna need your help with him."
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Orgath
Established
Roleplay posts: 25
Physical Description: This wraith is covered in tattered black cloth. It has a black leather vest with various pouches and ornaments. A hood is pulled over the head of the wraith, concealing its face.
It generally appears an archer dressed for practical field work, long stays in the wilderness and extensive travel.
Across its back is a black shortbow, by its hip rests a quiver and a sword.
Registered: Sept 22, 2015 14:44:17 GMT -8
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Post by Orgath on Oct 24, 2015 13:53:21 GMT -8
Orgath stood in his cell, hands calmly resting on the hilt as he watched the intruders frantically aid one another. His vision was now drawn to Zaltos, he was performing quite impressively as well. Orgath knew that his sword alone would not be able to stop these people, so in silence he called for aid.
His message traveled hundreds upon hundreds of miles in mere seconds, across the desolate tundra that made up Gomrath. Suddenly a euphoric energy spread throughout the wraiths being, it was a familiar feeling but something he rarely got to experience.
Something had heeded his call, and despite the combat turning in his opponents favor, he knew that their advantage was about to be significantly reduced.
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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 Oct 24, 2015 14:25:57 GMT -8
Dârothil took shape from thin air a good fifty feet behind Orgath's prison. Upon arriving he immediately understood the gravity of the situation. He could sense every fiber, every strain of the groups power, he would have to take to drastic measures.
Upon arrival he'd tap his stab calmly into the ground twice, and immediately the clouds would gather above the mountain pass. The dense mass of clouds above the ongoing battle grew from grey to black to a dark shade of ruby, lightning crackling from it. Dârothil began mumbling, his words were in ancient elvish. Dârothil was almost in a trance, the channeling of a spell of this magnitude was hard even for him.
Lightning crackled into the pass, sending landslides and tonnes of solid rock tumbling in random directions, this was however just him charging what was to be a spell of epic proportion. He would lose a few hundred orcs, but they were insignificant, all that mattered now was leveling the area.
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Oct 24, 2015 15:03:09 GMT -8
"Oh... my... SHIT!" Jun turned towards the new entity. She could sense a massive build up of mana in the surrounding area. She frantically reached for her last resorts, a scroll and two vials of blood. "Ok, that's it. Fuck the path, fuck fighting bad guys, fuck being merciful, and most of all, FUCK... YOU!" She looked straight at the new entity, and she was pissed. She hung the scroll in front of her and let go of it. It hung suspended in midair. An incredibly evil, dark aura emanated from it, as though the air itself was filled with blood lust. Jun held a vial of blood, her blood, in each hand, and started chanting in an unknown language. It was a race against time. Whoever struck first would win. Translated, the chant would more or less say:
Claws of insanity, locked deep in my beating heart, flow into my eyes.
With this her eyes turned a bright red. Her teeth were clenched in pure rage. Who can comprehend the terror of selfish love which haunts my black dreams?Purplish black flames suddenly appeared around her clothing. There was a black, gooey yet intangible substance coming from her ears, mouth, nose, and tear ducts.
Darkness has a heart And a soul of fire and death A paladin's will!The vials of blood began to grow a violent magenta. Her chains were rattling violently and her scepter's light rivaled a spotlight.
Let nothing defy us, for we are veritas! Dark Art: Twin Energy Bomb!In each hand would appear a bright glowing sphere, gleaming with magenta and white. If she made it in time, the spheres would now be hurling towards Darothil. One would be aimed at the side of the path where he was standing, and the other would come flying from above. Her plan was simple. Destroy the pass underneath Darothil's feet. Utterly obliterate the rock itself. The explosion would consist of pure terror and concussive force, enough to shatter a dragon's bones and melt its scales. The pass underneath Darothil would be nothing but a crater. As for the second sphere, it would come crashing down right on top of him and detonate, throwing him right into the second explosion like two great demolition balls, one slammed on the other.
And if it didn't make it in time, her spirit would haunt Darothil for eternity.
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Orgath
Established
Roleplay posts: 25
Physical Description: This wraith is covered in tattered black cloth. It has a black leather vest with various pouches and ornaments. A hood is pulled over the head of the wraith, concealing its face.
It generally appears an archer dressed for practical field work, long stays in the wilderness and extensive travel.
Across its back is a black shortbow, by its hip rests a quiver and a sword.
Registered: Sept 22, 2015 14:44:17 GMT -8
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Post by Orgath on Oct 24, 2015 15:16:24 GMT -8
Orgath let go of his sword, the blade majestically falling to the ground as the absolute mayhem unfolded around him. He felt it was time for him to go, and he felt something lightly pulling on him, urging him to go. Orgath heeded his masters call, and in the blink of an eye vanished from the pass, leaving his sword and bow behind.
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[Phoenix] Zaltos Kiraxo
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 221
Physical Description: Zaltos stands roughly 6'2" and weighs around 220 pounds. He is currently using a young male for his vessel that is around 17-20 in age. Since this side of his Red Phoenix has never been present long, it is as juvenile as the new Zaltos, allowing him to be open to learning new magic besides his fire. His build is that of a well trained martial artists and his skin in a moderate tan color. His eyes flash an icy blue and his hair is silver and shoulder length.
Clothes and Equipment: His garb changes, as does his armor. He no longer uses the Phoenix Blade in a broadsword form. This sword is a dual blade sword that is highly magic. These blades are covered in a magical sheath that turns to fire when Zaltos takes hold of it. This sword is rumored to posses the first Phoenix ever. He currently has no shield but his fire. He does carry small items that can be used in combat, but these items vary from time to time and will never be the same at any point.
Registered: Dec 23, 2014 18:25:01 GMT -8
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Post by [Phoenix] Zaltos Kiraxo on Oct 24, 2015 17:51:02 GMT -8
What perfect timing and choice of spell by his enemy. Such a sudden arrival of a storm greatly shook the atmosphere, releasing energy that was fluent with a storm. When the lightning made it's appearance, it was all the sweeter. It would knock a lot of time off of the full casting of the spell. The fireballs turned to baseball sized, storing the energy for the big bang. The sword would definitely attract lightning, consuming it as it struck. After nine strikes, the spell was ready to be acted upon. The sword began to glow red and white, still consuming the lightning that struck, boosting it. After three more strikes, the symbols on the sword began to glow and the fireballs ceased. Instead, the sword became engulfed in fire and a mighty high pitched cry was heard. The skies above the sword would clear, releasing a piece of calm and peaceful atmosphere that extended like a pillar to the ground. The white energy vanished and all that was left was the red. This peace before the storm. The sword would begin to break down and vanish into an almost ghost like fire. It was a spirit that graced the Heavens. It was the spirit of the first Phoenix. The light it cast was capable of piercing the darkness and burning Evil. The light would burn the unholy until it was gone or the spirit was gone, whichever happened first. Just as a mighty storm had came in earlier, a mightier calm would sweep the area. The storm raged on, the mudslides and rocks slides rolled, fires burned, and the warriors in the path were grasping for who would have the last breathe. But the spirit of the first Phoenix was there, calming the effects of the storm on the beings it was summoned to protect. Oddly, the spirit of the Pheonix remained where it was, acting like a celestial sun. It was not summoned to directly attack anything, but to defend and protect the group. To all creatures and magics of evil, this would act like a giant flash bang and mustard gas. It's effects would intensify the longer it was in play. The fight was now in the favor of party entering Gomrath. Zaltos smirked as he looked across the path at his enemies, "Fuck your Evil. It cowers at the sight of the Light. Run now, while you still have a chance..." He knew the Jun was good at what she does, but Zaltos was ready to attack again, but this time, without a spell. He was ready to defend against the enemies with his shield if they attacked. Thankfully none of the rocks or mudslides effected their locations directly, it was just a symbol for what was to come the further they got in.
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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 Oct 24, 2015 19:07:18 GMT -8
Dârothil hissed at the phoenix' arrival, the clouds directly over the group clearing up as the bird remained stationary, flapping its wings above them. Dârothil peered directly into the eye of the bird, its presence disturbing the evil forces that rested in the mountain ranges for miles in every direction. Light shone upon the pass, illuminating the orcs and Dârothil. Most of the orcs were dying merely from stress and heat, the phoenix' presence was negating their life force, it was prohibiting their existence. Dârothil had faced greater warriors, greater wizards and greater foes, but this spell was remarkable indeed. His casting was ended, and the skies cleared up slightly. Rocks and great amounts of earth rushed down the mountain side, sweeping orcs and everything alike with it into the deep. Soon fragments the size of horses would rain down over the path, and waves of dust and mud swept across the lower pass. This would easily knock the intruders off the path unless they had someway of staying in place. As the mountains crumbled around them, Jun's spheres raced towards their target with intensity. Dârothil raised his staff high, and the two spheres impacted. The path through was obliterated, blowing rock and stone apart as if nothing, pulverizing the already frail trail. The dust from the explosion and the landslides were filling the pass, the only area somewhat well lit was directly below the phoenix, where the adventurers were standing. Now there was only the sound of dirt seeping into the black abyss beneath the group, they could consider themselves lucky that the entire thing didn't collapse under them. As the smoke cleared, they'd find their surroundings looking slightly different, the cliffs had taken different shapes, and there was no path for them to thread. For but a moment the area seemed tranquil, and at peace. The silence was interrupted by a faint whisper, a weak call from beyond the settling dust. From beyond the smoke was a figure, it was quite faint. As smoke cleared the group would to their horror be met with the sight of Dârothil resting mid air above what had once been the trail through the pass. He was unharmed, the dark from behind his helmet focused on the group. "How does it feel" the voice whispered, the raspy voice was physically painful to listen to for most people, it was comparable to being pricked in the inner ear with a very long and sharp needle. "How does it feel to devote oneself to... A weak and insignificant god?" the voice spoke, ending the sentence with a mocking chuckle. His gaze was locked on Zaltos now, for he was the new person of interest. "You have fought gallantly" Dârothil muttered, a deep hatred underlining his voice. Dârothil looked upwards towards the stationary phoenix, he didn't seem intimidated or worried about its presence. "Now our conversation comes to an end, and I suspect so will your lives". Dârothil closed his palm quite calmly around the crystal mounted at the tip of his staff, and with a soft whisper his body and belongings would evaporate into nothingness, much like a breath of fresh air on a cold winter morning. There was silence, and then more silence. The ground started shaking very lightly, then a little more. Small rocks were dancing on the dirt path, the sand shuffling violently as the shaking got even more violent. The clouds above had disappeared with Dârothil, and everything had gone back to normal, but then.
A light from the dark below, a soft shimmer from the abyss. It was so deep down, what was it? It was getting bigger. Then a faint guttural ground sounded out in the pass, almost as if the very heart of the mountain attempted to communicate with them. Then another louder growl, from directly beneath them.
Something was making noises and approaching from the abyss, something that had not seen the light of day since the elder days.
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Oct 24, 2015 20:40:31 GMT -8
"Zaltos, listen to me..." Jun said this with rasping breath. Her body was saturated with dark energy and she was tired and in pain. Her shoulders were slumped and she looked at the ground defiantly. "I can keep fighting, but I'm low on mana, so I'm going to have to rely on my own blood as a power source..." As she said this she pulled out her melee weapon, a hardwood club embedded with magically charged obsidian stones. They were atomically sharp and almost unbreakable. She pinched the weapon on its side and pushed the stone into her flesh, cutting it. Bright red blood with a slight magenta glow poured out.
"It's a form of dark magic, but since my intentions are to protect those i love, your phoenix should spare me. But... I'm gonna need medical attention afterwards."
Her dark aura continued to radiate outward.
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Oct 25, 2015 10:07:20 GMT -8
"Huh?"
Roxanne looks around. What's going on? Something big's coming, but at least the wraiths are gone...she runs up and grabs the sword and the bow. Might sell for a decent price. She turns back to Jun.
"We got off lucky. It's time to go. Come on, let's get out of here. And no singing, you might cause an avalanche."
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Oct 25, 2015 10:30:21 GMT -8
Jun turned to her. "You might have a point... I don't know what Zaltos plans to do... but we could use some mobility. Luckily I've got a friend who could help out either way." She tsk'd to herself. I really, really can't keep this up for much longer.More of Jun's blood dribbled out onto the floor. She started muttering some faint words, and a runic symbol appeared around the puddle of blood on the ground. There was a flash of light... And then they appeared, 3 massive crows from a demonic dimension. The creatures' main bodies were the size of bison, and they were strong enough to carry two people each if necessary. In their realm they were scavengers and opportunistic feeders. While technically demonic in origin, they weren't evil and took no issue with goodness and light. Jun's grandmother could summon a dozen in the past, but Jun herself was limited to 3.
"Blackbean, Cinnamon, Blueberry, ... Hey buddies... Umm... I'm kinda dying here so..." Blackbean, Jun's favorite, nuzzled his beak next to Jun's cheek sympathetically. She was so low on energy now that she was on the verge of fainting. She maybe had one spell left in her and one more scroll. Her blood could still be used to devastating effect, but the more she used it the closer she'd come to literally and not figuratively dying. The other two crows looked up at Zaltos' phoenix with wonder and amusement. Cinnamon ruffled and pecked at her feathers, allowing some demonic parasites to detach from her body. These creatures were more of an evil alignment than the crow, so they immediately started smoking and smouldering until they were reduced to ash. When Blueberry saw this he did the same, treating the light from the phoenix like a holy flea bath.
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Asaph, Dream Hunter
Committed
Roleplay posts: 82
Age: 700
Physical Description: A hybrid Orium and Blue dragon, about 20 meters long, 15 meters standing, and a 20 meter wingspan, mostly blue scales, but with a red underbelly and wings. He is covered in battle scars.
Clothes and Equipment: A gauntlet that gives resistance to the elements, and a ring on one of its horns that enhances its mana pool. An experimental set of armor to help him fight enemy dragons, a more recent addition.
Registered: Oct 25, 2015 11:40:24 GMT -8
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Post by Asaph, Dream Hunter on Oct 26, 2015 6:26:15 GMT -8
Humbug the Djinn had forgotten to specify what the white haired Fletcher's name was, but he figured Jun would be easy enough to find. He also mentioned that they were in serious danger.
"Hmm, now where would a place of serious danger be located. Ah!" The dragon squinted as he spotted the massive phoenix flying over the sky. "Ha! Looks like I'll be getting my fight after all!" He flapped his wings harder. For a second he would close his eyes and cry out these words: "Briinah ven, aak dii viing!" With that his wing beats became more powerful and rapid and an intense tailwind appeared to guide him. He was now flying several times the speed of sound.
Hopefully it would be in time to do something. He was still a little ways off.
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