Doobie du Shoobie
Dedicated
The Premier Stand Master!
Roleplay posts: 397
Age: 18
Physical Description: He's a Kobold with green scales and long hair that has recently turned platinum colour.
Clothes and Equipment: Blue Mage Robes with gold trim and the Heroes Guild cape draped over one shoulder.
Allegiances: Heroes Guild, Jun of the Celadine
Player's online availability : Every Day, noon to 2am eastern us time
Registered: May 28, 2015 14:51:50 GMT -8
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Post by Doobie du Shoobie on Jan 5, 2016 20:17:09 GMT -8
"Aye! Starman will be my backup dancer!" In a dazzling sparkle, Starman manifested. Doobie and Starman would do some dance moves while Doobie sang. "You must be my lucky star 'Cause you shine on me wherever you are I just think of you and I start to glow And I need your light and baby you know" v -The Song and Dance- v Starman became part of Doobie once again after the performance was finished and Doobie rested. Dancing like that had worn him out. "Woo. Fitting song for Starman, yeah?"
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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 Jan 5, 2016 20:48:54 GMT -8
Jun decided to join in. She didn't know the words, but she could clap in tune while at least vaguely moving her hips around. Then she remembered Calico Schwartz. Her dancing improved. And she started to sparkle. "Hah, screw it! Kun Kuz Buld!" A light construct drum and a light golem appeared next to her. Jun, still hopping around to the music, began to beat the drum in tune to the music. Meanwhile the golem joined Starman and started dancing alongside him. Strangely, the golem was a better dancer than Jun herself. (Couldn't find a picture of a dancing golem. Just imagine a golem dancing disco.)
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Fundor Eater of Sheep
Committed
Mutton... human, what's the difference?
Roleplay posts: 67
Age: 2000 years
Physical Description: Dragon: A truly massive ancient red wyrm, Fundor's scales have darkened with age to take on a blood red hue. Atop his head he has two massive black horns, which are swept back towards his neck, along with many more black horns all along his spine and covering his back. These spikes are not only intimidating but they serve as protection for the back of his neck.
Length: 375 ft (114.3m)
Wingspan: 937 ft (286m)
Height: 83 ft (25m)
Mortal Forms: lol
Clothes and Equipment: Dragon: Don't need any equipment.
Registered: Nov 27, 2015 13:29:55 GMT -8
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Post by Fundor Eater of Sheep on Jan 8, 2016 10:37:22 GMT -8
The duo would suddenly notice Fundor standing nearby with his arms crossed as he stared at them. He was unmoved by the ridiculous music and dancing they were doing, and held a completely unfazed look as he spoke,
"Just what exactly are you two doing?" he asked calmly, although it was the sort of calmness that thinly veiled irritation. It seemed to him, like they were acting like a bunch of fools. He would not give them a chance to explain themselves however, he did not want to hear it, and instead his smoldering red gaze fell on Jun,
"So do you want to continue your training or not?"
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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 Jan 8, 2016 10:42:38 GMT -8
Jun dismissed her golem. She grinned back with a smoldering yellow gaze.
"Of course! I think I'm developing a strange addiction to almost dying."
Sadly she wasn't kidding.
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Fundor Eater of Sheep
Committed
Mutton... human, what's the difference?
Roleplay posts: 67
Age: 2000 years
Physical Description: Dragon: A truly massive ancient red wyrm, Fundor's scales have darkened with age to take on a blood red hue. Atop his head he has two massive black horns, which are swept back towards his neck, along with many more black horns all along his spine and covering his back. These spikes are not only intimidating but they serve as protection for the back of his neck.
Length: 375 ft (114.3m)
Wingspan: 937 ft (286m)
Height: 83 ft (25m)
Mortal Forms: lol
Clothes and Equipment: Dragon: Don't need any equipment.
Registered: Nov 27, 2015 13:29:55 GMT -8
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Post by Fundor Eater of Sheep on Jan 8, 2016 11:14:29 GMT -8
Fundor smirked at Jun's eagerness to continue training.
"Good."
Over the next few hours Fundor would do some rather boring training with Jun, just teaching her various draconic words, of course, this would be helpful for her next step in training.
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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 Jan 8, 2016 11:22:17 GMT -8
"YOL... YOL... GAHNOS... GAHNOS... LAHSPAAN... LAHSPAAN... VILD... VILD..."
Jun tried to stay awake during the boring training, especially since the cavern's heat was so comfortable to her now.
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Fundor Eater of Sheep
Committed
Mutton... human, what's the difference?
Roleplay posts: 67
Age: 2000 years
Physical Description: Dragon: A truly massive ancient red wyrm, Fundor's scales have darkened with age to take on a blood red hue. Atop his head he has two massive black horns, which are swept back towards his neck, along with many more black horns all along his spine and covering his back. These spikes are not only intimidating but they serve as protection for the back of his neck.
Length: 375 ft (114.3m)
Wingspan: 937 ft (286m)
Height: 83 ft (25m)
Mortal Forms: lol
Clothes and Equipment: Dragon: Don't need any equipment.
Registered: Nov 27, 2015 13:29:55 GMT -8
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Post by Fundor Eater of Sheep on Jan 10, 2016 11:43:46 GMT -8
Once Fundor figured Jun had a good grasp on the Draconic words, he would begin to teach her some of his wards that are cast through these words. First he would teach her a much more passive ward, designed not to block anything but determine what sort of attacks are passing through it. This ward could extend to a very far range away from the user to intercept and identify magical or physical attacks from a distance.
"Now, you must repeat these words after me, and as you do so you should draw energy as if you were casting a spell, but do not think any further than the draconic words, it is a language very much in sync with the land around us, and very powerful when casting most spells," Fundor would explain briefly before saying the words needed for this first fundamental ward,
"Losnaar lahspaan koraavut iidah."
He would say it slowly in order for Jun to catch the exact pronunciations. He would not repeat the words, and instead watched Jun critically as he waited for her to cast the ward.
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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 Jan 10, 2016 12:20:51 GMT -8
"Losnaar lahspaan koraavut iidah." As she said this, a barely detectable ward would appear around her.
"It's weird. I feel like human magic is all about forcing nature's energy to do what you want it to through concentration and skill. But draconic magic is more about... asking it what you want, I guess? Treating it like it's your friend rather than a weapon?"
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Doobie du Shoobie
Dedicated
The Premier Stand Master!
Roleplay posts: 397
Age: 18
Physical Description: He's a Kobold with green scales and long hair that has recently turned platinum colour.
Clothes and Equipment: Blue Mage Robes with gold trim and the Heroes Guild cape draped over one shoulder.
Allegiances: Heroes Guild, Jun of the Celadine
Player's online availability : Every Day, noon to 2am eastern us time
Registered: May 28, 2015 14:51:50 GMT -8
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Post by Doobie du Shoobie on Jan 10, 2016 12:27:22 GMT -8
Doobie spectates Jun's training while he rests.
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Fundor Eater of Sheep
Committed
Mutton... human, what's the difference?
Roleplay posts: 67
Age: 2000 years
Physical Description: Dragon: A truly massive ancient red wyrm, Fundor's scales have darkened with age to take on a blood red hue. Atop his head he has two massive black horns, which are swept back towards his neck, along with many more black horns all along his spine and covering his back. These spikes are not only intimidating but they serve as protection for the back of his neck.
Length: 375 ft (114.3m)
Wingspan: 937 ft (286m)
Height: 83 ft (25m)
Mortal Forms: lol
Clothes and Equipment: Dragon: Don't need any equipment.
Registered: Nov 27, 2015 13:29:55 GMT -8
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Post by Fundor Eater of Sheep on Jan 11, 2016 18:37:08 GMT -8
"Yes... I suppose it's something like that. Now that ward I showed you is quite a basic ward, and it is very important as in most fights you would want to open up with that ward if you can. This is because you can only ward off attacks of which you know the nature of. If you do not know what sort of magic your opponent is throwing at you, you cannot defend against it. This ward is designed to expand within a certain range around you and not stop any attacks, but merely identify them as they pass through, and with practice you should be able to cast the appropriate ward in time to stop the attack."
Fundor paused for a moment as if to contemplate his next few words, but he also kept an eye on Jun to make sure she was paying attention and taking in the information.
"Now, I did all that previous training to broaden your vocabulary of the draconic language so you would know the words for these ward spells, along with many other words to make things more flexible. In reality, with experimentation with different combinations you will find that draconic magic wards can be very versatile."
Fundor would walk over to a nearby lava pool, muttering a few words under his breath that could not be heard, and then he seemed to step up onto an invisible step, standing on a platform of air above the lava. In reality he was standing on a ward he had made physical, and it was powered by the heat coming off the lava below, meaning he could sustain it as long as heat came from the lava.
"Now, the fundamentals for all of your training is complete, to truly become good at these things requires practice, but I think you are ready for this first test. I want you to cast a ward that will let you walk above the lava, and it must be sustained by the heat below or you will not be able to keep the ward up for very long." Still hovering over the lava, he would wait for Jun to join him. He had already taught her many draconic words that she could use to cast a spell that would accomplish the desired effect, all she needed to do now was recall them.
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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 Jan 11, 2016 19:02:24 GMT -8
(Since we're wrapping up)
"Lahspaan, kuz frin, wahl palaar!"
Unfortuntaly Jun's ward was not as elegant as Fundor's, but it did the job. A shimmering, purplish mass, like a flat tile, appeared next to the humanoid dragon. Below it was a swirling vortex of flames and fire.
"Well, it's practical." Jun hopped onto the ward. It stood fast.
"You're amazing! Thank you so much!" If allowed, Jun would viciously hug the giant's human form... even though she was three feet shorter than him and kinda spikey.
"I'll make sure to bring you some mutton next chance I get! We're friends now, right?"
She'd motion towards Doobie. "We should go. Remember not to steal anything!"
One last thing. Jun intended for their return trip to be a lot more comfortable, so she cried out, "Kuhn kuz buld!" A floating half bubble, an upside down dome that she and Doobie could comfortably sit in, would appear. But Jun wasn't done. She raised her hands outward towards the cavern's ceiling. Heat energy would gather from her surroundings and around the bubble in soft little magic embers.
"Should be much warmer this time."
<exit>
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Doobie du Shoobie
Dedicated
The Premier Stand Master!
Roleplay posts: 397
Age: 18
Physical Description: He's a Kobold with green scales and long hair that has recently turned platinum colour.
Clothes and Equipment: Blue Mage Robes with gold trim and the Heroes Guild cape draped over one shoulder.
Allegiances: Heroes Guild, Jun of the Celadine
Player's online availability : Every Day, noon to 2am eastern us time
Registered: May 28, 2015 14:51:50 GMT -8
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Post by Doobie du Shoobie on Jan 14, 2016 13:42:43 GMT -8
"Aye! Time to go already then!" Doobie scampers over grabbing his pack and hops up to the bubble. He would usually not be able to jump as high, would have to cling to the edge and struggle to pull himself over, but Doobie was more fit now and could easily jump high enough and would slide down the curve of the bubble.
<exit>
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Sept 11, 2016 18:16:52 GMT -8
Roy wandered the snowy mountain, looking around at the rocky slopes. His uncle had asked him to venture out to the Norkari mountains to look for a rare ingredient for his candy: Frost Cherries. Roy had agreed, of course. Uncle Renalt was getting on in the years, and it wouldn't do for him to be climbing up mountains in the search of candy ingredients. Still, Roy wasn't quite sure that he'd made the right decision in coming out here himself. He hadn't seen any people for a few days, and worried that nobody would find him if he got lost. Sighing, he looked back down at the rough sketch in his notebook of a Frost Cherry tree. It looked like a small and stunted cherry tree, but his uncle had told him that the cherries were a vibrant, translucent blue. Roy had never even seen translucent berries before, much less tasted them. Climbing on top of a large rock, he glanced around for a tree. There were none to be seen, though.
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Fundor Eater of Sheep
Committed
Mutton... human, what's the difference?
Roleplay posts: 67
Age: 2000 years
Physical Description: Dragon: A truly massive ancient red wyrm, Fundor's scales have darkened with age to take on a blood red hue. Atop his head he has two massive black horns, which are swept back towards his neck, along with many more black horns all along his spine and covering his back. These spikes are not only intimidating but they serve as protection for the back of his neck.
Length: 375 ft (114.3m)
Wingspan: 937 ft (286m)
Height: 83 ft (25m)
Mortal Forms: lol
Clothes and Equipment: Dragon: Don't need any equipment.
Registered: Nov 27, 2015 13:29:55 GMT -8
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Post by Fundor Eater of Sheep on Sept 12, 2016 16:49:55 GMT -8
Fundor was deep within the mountain himself, slumbering upon a rock that protruded out of a sea of golden coins and other golden treasures. Even in this state, however, Fundor would be able to sense Roy's presence upon his mountain almost immediately. Fundor would growl, the deep rumbling sound echoing throughout the huge cavern. Blood red eyes would slide open then, Roy had woken the dragon, but he did not realize this yet.
Fundor would make the climb up and out of his lair, clawing his way up through the blisteringly hot caverns until he reached the frosted peak of the mountain that seemed to be the top of the world. Fundor would take to the air silently, circling far above the mountain until he spotted Roy down below. The huge dragon would circle around once more until he approached from behind the oblivious man.
His ignorance was almost unfathomable to Fundor, did he not know to whom this mountain belonged? Or was he just a fool who didn't care? Either way, Fundor would land with a great crash and rumble of earth right behind Roy, the only indication had of the approaching dragon being a gust of wind just moments before. When Roy turned around he would find a massive blood red dragon staring him down, baring teeth much bigger than he was tall.
"What are you doing here?" Fundor growled, the volume of his voice powerful enough to shake Roy's bones.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Sept 12, 2016 16:58:15 GMT -8
"Waa! What's going on?"
The impact of the landing knocked Roy off his feet, and he tumbled headfirst into a snowdrift. He dug himself out, shivering and wiping the snow out of his eyes.
"Oof...I'm looking for frost cherries. Do you know where I can find some?"
Once the snow was clear from his face, he turned around and nearly fainted when he saw the dragon. Why was there a huge red dragon here? Was it going to eat him? He was going to be eaten, wasn't he? He didn't want to be eaten by a dragon just because he was looking for frost cherries!
"Aaa! I'm sorry! Is this your spot? I'll go! I didn't know! Waa!"
He shuffled backwards, but tripped and fell into the snow again. Luckily, his enchanted parasol still hovered over his head, shielding him from the sun.
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Fundor Eater of Sheep
Committed
Mutton... human, what's the difference?
Roleplay posts: 67
Age: 2000 years
Physical Description: Dragon: A truly massive ancient red wyrm, Fundor's scales have darkened with age to take on a blood red hue. Atop his head he has two massive black horns, which are swept back towards his neck, along with many more black horns all along his spine and covering his back. These spikes are not only intimidating but they serve as protection for the back of his neck.
Length: 375 ft (114.3m)
Wingspan: 937 ft (286m)
Height: 83 ft (25m)
Mortal Forms: lol
Clothes and Equipment: Dragon: Don't need any equipment.
Registered: Nov 27, 2015 13:29:55 GMT -8
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Post by Fundor Eater of Sheep on Sept 12, 2016 17:57:01 GMT -8
Fundor's gaze, previously filled with malice, would take on a different light as he watched Roy fumble around. A look that almost bordered on incredulity.
Still, he would let out a low growl before speaking again, "What are you? Some sort of fool? Yes this mountain belongs to me and you will not find any frost cherries here, I burned down anything green around here long ago. So happens frost cherry trees are flammable as well."
To accentuate this point Fundor would let out a puff of black smoke from his nostrils, which would briefly cloud around Roy. As Fundor watched Roy fumble around some more he make an odd sort of growling noise, which of course was the sound of the dragon chuckling.
"You are such a pitiful creature that it amuses me. Perhaps I won't eat you just yet, maybe."
Without further warning Fundor would open his great maw, baring huge teeth that would make a seasoned warrior quake in his boots, and he would bring them crashing together as he lunged towards Roy. However, Roy would find out soon enough that he was not dead, and that Fundor was now carrying him away, up into the sky. Apparently, Fundor was quite accurate with those huge teeth as he had just lifted Roy by his clothing.
Fundor would take Roy back into his lair for now, and plop him down among a sea of gold coins. Then, Fundor would peer at him, waiting to see if he did something entertaining again, or wait for him to wake up if he had fainted at some point.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Sept 12, 2016 18:09:48 GMT -8
"Aaa!"
Roy screamed as the dragon lunged towards him. However, when he opened his eyes, he was only slightly relieved when he realized that he was flying through the air, held by the dragon's teeth. What would the dragon do with him? It had said that it wasn't going to eat him yet. That implied that he would eventually be eaten once the dragon bored of him. When Fundor released him, he landed painfully on the pile of coins.
"Ouch...please don't eat me, I don't mean any harm. I just wanted to get some cherries for my uncle."
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a bar of chocolate, unwrapping it with shaking hands and offering it to the dragon.
"W-would you like a piece of chocolate? It's good..."
How many bars of chocolate had he given to people over the years? So many. He'd given them to druids, weird deer things, dragons...dragons! He suddenly remembered the mark that Neva had put on him so that he could summon her whenever he was in trouble. Still...he didn't want to call her while the red dragon was staring at him. It might get mad and eat him.
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Fundor Eater of Sheep
Committed
Mutton... human, what's the difference?
Roleplay posts: 67
Age: 2000 years
Physical Description: Dragon: A truly massive ancient red wyrm, Fundor's scales have darkened with age to take on a blood red hue. Atop his head he has two massive black horns, which are swept back towards his neck, along with many more black horns all along his spine and covering his back. These spikes are not only intimidating but they serve as protection for the back of his neck.
Length: 375 ft (114.3m)
Wingspan: 937 ft (286m)
Height: 83 ft (25m)
Mortal Forms: lol
Clothes and Equipment: Dragon: Don't need any equipment.
Registered: Nov 27, 2015 13:29:55 GMT -8
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Post by Fundor Eater of Sheep on Sept 12, 2016 18:56:39 GMT -8
Fundor narrowed his eyes at the chocolate suspiciously, "If it is poisoned I will make sure to take you with me," he warned. though he took it anyways, chomping it down in a single bite. The taste of chocolate would barely be noticeable, though, as the bar was so small comparatively.
Fundor would curl up and lie down on the piles of coins nearby, peering at Roy with one of his huge blood red eyes, "Tell me, what is that parasol for?"
Fundor had seen vampires use such contraptions before, yet he could not fathom that this meek boy was a vampire.
"Also, tell me if you have any useful skills beyond being a fool, perhaps if you are useful I won't eat you for a little while longer. If that is indeed all you are useful for... well I do grow tired of most amusements pretty quickly."
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Sept 12, 2016 19:00:48 GMT -8
Roy pulled away his hand as Fundor took the chocolate bar, clutching his wrist protectively as he watched the dragon chew on the chocolate. He also pressed his fingers to the tattoo on his wrist, desperately calling for Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden to come and save him. Neva was a dragon, hopefully she would be able to help him. "The parasol? It's so I don't burn in the sun...vampires burn easy. And don't eat me! I'm good for lots of things! I can bake cookies and pies and things! I can crochet! I can draw magical runes! I can...uh...cook stuff! There's lots of things I could do for you! Besides, I probably wouldn't taste good."
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Fundor Eater of Sheep
Committed
Mutton... human, what's the difference?
Roleplay posts: 67
Age: 2000 years
Physical Description: Dragon: A truly massive ancient red wyrm, Fundor's scales have darkened with age to take on a blood red hue. Atop his head he has two massive black horns, which are swept back towards his neck, along with many more black horns all along his spine and covering his back. These spikes are not only intimidating but they serve as protection for the back of his neck.
Length: 375 ft (114.3m)
Wingspan: 937 ft (286m)
Height: 83 ft (25m)
Mortal Forms: lol
Clothes and Equipment: Dragon: Don't need any equipment.
Registered: Nov 27, 2015 13:29:55 GMT -8
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Post by Fundor Eater of Sheep on Sept 13, 2016 20:52:52 GMT -8
Fundor could sense the magical signature that Roy's telepathic communication emitted, and he had enough experience to identify it as so. Still he would pretend as if he did not notice for now, swallowing the chocolate in short time. He would let out another growling laugh as Roy confirmed he was, in fact, a vampire.
"Haha, never would I have thought you were a vampire. Even with the parasol! To think a creature of the night could be so pitiful... well that is just surprising and thus amusing."
Fundor would move his head closer to Roy at this point, huge teeth very close by at this point, "So, who did you call?" he said casually. He knew the implication of those words would be threatening enough, and he was enjoying making Roy squirm quite a bit.
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