Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 259
Age: 850
Physical Description: Neva's form is as fluid as the rivers she protects. Her usual form is approximately forty meters, armored with an incredibly thick, scaly hide. Her head is a armored as well, with long horns or fins, depending on whether she is moving through water or land. In her human form she tends to take the shape of a young, tanned, attractive woman, with long dark hair. Finally, she can take the form of any animal that spends the majority of its life in any watery area of the world.
Clothes and Equipment: In her human form, she is wearing thick leather armor of a similar substance to her dragon hide. The only weapons she wields are a pair of javelins and a long spear. The weapons are magical as she sees fit, variously imbuing them with her own magical powers.
Registered: May 17, 2016 15:08:26 GMT -8
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Post by Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden on Oct 7, 2016 1:43:44 GMT -8
"I don't think there are dragons there, but I do believe there are wolves. Or were they werewolves? Eh, who remembers."
She laughed, they were definitely werewolves, butthey weren't the vicious man-slaying kind from the stories.
"Roy, do you know what a map is?"
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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 Oct 7, 2016 6:23:56 GMT -8
"Wolves...oh dear. Wolves are scary..."
Roy shuddered, imagining being torn apart by hungry beasts. That wouldn't be good. Perhaps he should avoid the winterlands and not get eaten. Did Uncle Renalt really need fresh frost cherries? They weren't that important, were they? Surely Uncle Renalt could do with the dried ones.
"I've got a map, but last time I followed it I nearly got eaten by a dragon. Besides, the winterlands are pretty big. I doubt it's completely covered in cherry trees."
He flapped the useless map helplessly.
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Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 259
Age: 850
Physical Description: Neva's form is as fluid as the rivers she protects. Her usual form is approximately forty meters, armored with an incredibly thick, scaly hide. Her head is a armored as well, with long horns or fins, depending on whether she is moving through water or land. In her human form she tends to take the shape of a young, tanned, attractive woman, with long dark hair. Finally, she can take the form of any animal that spends the majority of its life in any watery area of the world.
Clothes and Equipment: In her human form, she is wearing thick leather armor of a similar substance to her dragon hide. The only weapons she wields are a pair of javelins and a long spear. The weapons are magical as she sees fit, variously imbuing them with her own magical powers.
Registered: May 17, 2016 15:08:26 GMT -8
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Post by Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden on Oct 7, 2016 12:07:21 GMT -8
"I am not very familiar with the Winterlands either, but I am certain somebody there could point you the right way."
A tingle in the tattoo on her left wrist demanded her attention. Inordinate amounts of magical energy was being discharged in the ocean somewhere.
"Duty calls Roy, just ask someone for help and I am certain they will help you."
Neva transformed and took off into the air, weaving away towards the sea lanes.
<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 Oct 7, 2016 12:19:14 GMT -8
"Oh...alright, then."
Roy stepped back as Neva transformed the waved at her as she flew away. It certainly was nice to see her again after so long. Which way were the winterlands, though? He wasn't quite sure, but he knew that he had to leave before the red dragon nabbed him again. Checking the map one more time, he hurried off, trying to get off the mountain as soon as he could.
[Exit]
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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 Mar 16, 2017 12:05:47 GMT -8
"No, Blackbean, stop, no it's not for you. You ate already what is wrong with you?"
Jun was floating down the rocky slope from the cave entrance. Her vehicle of choice was a hovering disk of white light. She had gotten much stronger since the last time she was in this cavern and now found the travel a good deal more convenient. She had a large bag of mutton by her side, and Blackbean was hopping along beside her, constantly pecking at it.
"No, dammit fine you can have a piece." Jun pulled out a small mutton chop and carefully placed it in Blackbean's beak. "I can't stay mad at you you overgrown feather mop."
A minute later they had entered the open cavern where Jun had mastered the absorption of heat energy. Hence the environment was much more comfortable.
"Fundor! Hey, Fundor! Uh, coi ui ulph ve, Jun. Si dronilnra wux vi whais hefoc annyo tairais. Coi ui ulph vi, umm, offering. Si ornla dah hefoc dout, umm, assistance."
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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 Mar 16, 2017 17:33:44 GMT -8
Fundor would be found slumbering upon his vast golden hoard, as most ancient dragons did most of the time. However, he was not completely asleep. He only appeared to be asleep, as he had sensed Jun's approach long before she actually reached him.
Thus, as soon as Jun entered the cavern that contained the ancient red dragon and his gold, his form could be seen moving, one of his huge blood red reptilian eyes opening to peer at the visitor. Fundor would growl, a thunderous sound that rattled the cavern itself and caused a few mini-avalanches of gold coins with its magnitude. It seemed the dragon was a bit grumpy, as was the usual for ancient dragons holed up in deep dark mountains all the time, and if it was anyone other than Jun perhaps he would have just torched them without a second thought.
Fundor's voice would be heard then echoing in Jun's mind, "Si nurti expected ekess ocuir wux tenpiswo tenamalo Jun. Dronilnrir wer regipre jahus nao di wux," the voice was as menacing as the growl.
Fundor's huge head would draw forward then, his maw parting ever so slightly to reveal those huge teeth of his. The dragon would snatch up Jun's gift, bag and all, and devour it, those teeth getting too close for comfort in the process. Once Fundor finished he would then ask,
"Svabol tir wux tuor?"
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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 Mar 19, 2017 9:10:54 GMT -8
"Uhh, si rigluin vi totafit. Lae wux nomag jalyur vucot wer, aryte mrith Goraia tepohaic sultada jalyur. shar wer, uhh, local darastrix, jarkoopi, ui naktair vi versel, how do you say that, artifact mobi svabolen belhalic ekess wer, Oh God uh, former daariv. Si nymuera wux, umm, guys, er.. met huena ekess slathalin vi jennu malsvir persvek wer, Isranian farmlands? Si jahus jikair sjek wux tiliw itrewic jacion ekik di jacida duil zyak yth shilta itrewic coi. Jarkoopi used oops, I mean ekess qe sia thurirl, zyak si ornla|dah hullphir sjek wux tira ti tepoha ekess svent jacion. Vucoti coi ui|ulph vi sumf ekess tor, zyak si mi, uh, willing ekess tir vi totafit persvek, uh exchange."
Jun rubbed her temples. "Can we just start speaking common now because I feel like I butchered that."
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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 Mar 20, 2017 8:22:30 GMT -8
Fundor rose from his laying position then, switching to common now as he did so,
"So Isra has defeated Goraia? Just as I expected - and now you want me to deal with Jarkoopi? I will do this, not for you but for myself, and then you can go in and take the gem for yourselves, I suppose. I cannot promise you that I will not slay him, however. You say he is no longer your friend so it should be fine, not that it would matter to me anyway."
Fundor seemed about ready to leave right then, apparently quite eager to go and fight Jarkoopi if given the chance. He knew exactly where Jarkoopi's lair was as well.
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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 Mar 21, 2017 7:45:34 GMT -8
"I wish I could offer you some incentive for sparing his life. But if I remember the reports Jarkoopi has only gotten stronger since you last met him. Do what you must I guess." Jun folded her arms and tapped her plate armor with her finger.
"All we really care about is the gem, although certain people wouldn't mind some of the items in that lair. You could expect a mutton delivery every week for several years if you'd let them have some of what's in there, especially human prisoners if there are any."
CAWK! Blackbean was either agreeing with Jun or yelling defiantly at Fundor's massive size.
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The Wyld Hordes
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Physical Description: With the reawakening of the Wyld, hordes of parasitised thralls begin to pour across the lands, spreading the chaos and black dread of the Wyld. They have one goal: destroy civilisation, return the world to a state in which it is in perpetual flux, make the weak fear the strong again. They pursue this goal with relentless fervor, driven by the whispers in their minds and the hulking crow-like beasts that accompany them.
Registered: Apr 4, 2018 19:24:12 GMT -8
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Post by The Wyld Hordes on Apr 17, 2018 20:39:05 GMT -8
Creeping, crawling vines work their way through the Norkari Mountains, concealed by the tons of rock that rest upon them, burrowing as they are through the stone itself. They come across a curious place, one emanating with strength and heat. A powerful life force resides here, thinks the entity that controls them. But first, it must be tamed.
The floor below Fundor's cave begins to tremble and shake with a great tremor, coins and jewels spilling this way and that, only growing in intensity as time passes. After several minutes, the very stone itself splits, vomiting up a mass of thick, black thorned vines, crawling about the caverns, searching for their prey. The Wyld will have its new host, regardless of its compliance.
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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 Apr 19, 2018 16:59:43 GMT -8
Fundor awakens, the ancient dragon's stirring causing a minor quaking on its own. He soon spotted the vines approaching him, and let out a growl.
"What is the meaning of this?!" he roared, the giant red dragon already glowing with massive amounts of magical energy. Fundor derived magical energy from heat just as readily as he did from the usual sources, and deep in this volcanic cave that meant he had quite a big of power at his disposal, all the power of the mountain.
He stood his ground, no puny vines would be a match for him.
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The Wyld Hordes
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Physical Description: With the reawakening of the Wyld, hordes of parasitised thralls begin to pour across the lands, spreading the chaos and black dread of the Wyld. They have one goal: destroy civilisation, return the world to a state in which it is in perpetual flux, make the weak fear the strong again. They pursue this goal with relentless fervor, driven by the whispers in their minds and the hulking crow-like beasts that accompany them.
Registered: Apr 4, 2018 19:24:12 GMT -8
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Post by The Wyld Hordes on Apr 19, 2018 17:12:07 GMT -8
The trembling allows the vines to zero in on Fundor's location, and all at once they cease their slithering and whip out at the dragon, faster than any plant rightly should be, tearing thorugh the air toward the sedentary dragon. Before he can react, they wrap themselves about each of his legs and his snout and tail, burrowing between his steel-hard scales to the softer flesh beneath and piercing his skin. He will begin to go numb all over as the poisonous secretions seep from the plants into his bloodstream. But numbness is not all that comes with this venom.
A shock tears through Fundor's central nervous system as the consciousness of another asserts itself, its hissing, androgynous dialect searing his mind with its dark words. "Dragon," it whispers, with a tone bordering delight, "strong, big dragon. Feral dragon. You wish for power beyond all things, yes? The Wyld will grant you this and more. Join us. Destroy the humans. Burn their vaunted 'civilisation' to the ground and you will feel what we may offer."
As the whispers fade away in Fundor's mind, a jolt of magical power sears through his body, and suddenly, as if a third eye is opened, he can feel the network of vines stretching throughout the entire Mainland. He can see crows flying high above the battlefield on the Southern Plains and feel the warmth of the flames that lick up from the farmlands. He can feel the elation of the rabbit woman, as she poisons the Fengari garrison. He feels the feral hunting instincts of the timberwolves, as they chase down a mounted archer. And most of all, he can feel the power to raise those that he kills, the power to control these vines that make themselves at home within him. The power of The Wyld courses through him now, and its poison begins to twist and corrupt his mind with promises of yet more strength to come.
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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 Apr 19, 2018 18:02:36 GMT -8
Fundor thrashes, more than testing the strength of the vines as a few of them snap. The dragon's scales and insides are of such a high temperature that the vines would find themselves searing upon touching him or burrowing in, yet still, they held fast. The dark words flashing in his mind only angered him more, though his struggling slowed as his limbs numbed...
Then suddenly, a jolt of power courses through him, enough power to make even a dragon as strong as Fundor foam at the mouth, craving more. Suddenly he was one with the Wyld and he could see, hear and feel everything... He wasn't completely subjugated yet, however...
"You know not who you grant such power to, I will destroy Isra... Burn its Empress to ashes. Then I will come for you."
Fundor released the vines from himself now, channeling his new found magical power granted to him from the wyld along with the power of the mountain. Immediately the ground started quaking beneath him, the entire mountain and surrounding mountain range stirring, causing avalanches to begin to fall down the Norkari mountain slopes. Beneath Fundor's clawed feet, deep in that mountain, the sea of gold beneath him began to glow red hot as the rising lava from deep within the Overworld's mantle began to rise.
"lleisgar ixen tonash, shartleg nomeno verthicha sari vi jennu charirfla ekess ixen!"
Fundor roared the words, his voice projecting for miles, amplified by the firey magic he channeled. The Cave became engulfed with lava, melting his entire hoard and mixing it in with the sea of lava. Fundor took flight as the quaking continued, the inner cave beginning to collapse as he flew up towards the surface as the mountain began to destabilize, the resulting earthquakes felt as far as Isra by now. His wings and body began to glow with a red aura as he barreled towards the top of the mountain and the entrance to his cavern, streaking through the collapsing tunnel like a flaming meteor falling upwards.
The cavern completely collapsed before he reached the exit, leaving a few suspenseful moments of tranquility at the snow-covered the top of Cloud Spear Mountain before the gigantic dragon burst through the rock, flying upwards into the sky with a great roar. He left behind him a gaping hole in the top of the mountain that began to collapse inwards even as the lava within the core of the mountain rose and built up pressure. A great plume of smoke already was billowing out of the top of the mountain now turned volcano.
Fundor channeled more magic now, building up the pressure within the volcano more and more, pushing it further towards eruption. Numerous vines of the Wyld also burrowed throughout the rock, destabilizing the mountain further.
From Isra, one would be able to look into the distant Norkari mountain range and see the huge billowing smoke rising from one the mountaintop, signaling an impending massive eruption...
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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 Apr 22, 2018 18:10:27 GMT -8
Boooooooom...
Much like a distant crack of thunder, the sound of Cloud Spear erupting in explosive fashion could be heard all across the Norkari Mountains and Free Plains beyond, though the tone was much lower, much more imposing. In the nearby areas, a shockwave followed, tearing trees out of the grounds and sending them tumbling down the mountains, and causing even more widespread avalanches that blocked many of the mountain passes and crushed anything in their path.
From the top of the mountain, a great cloud of ash billowed and huge chunks of rock also began falling from the sky, blasted up into the air by the eruption. Following this cloud of ash was a river of lava, flowing down the mountain-side.
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