Trogdor
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 220
Physical Description: Red scales on the back with a white stomach. Spiked head and ridge.
Age: 1042
Length: 60ft
Color: Red scales with a lighter stomach.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: claws, fire, and jaws.
Registered: Apr 21, 2015 9:34:10 GMT -8
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Post by Trogdor on Jan 7, 2016 11:54:56 GMT -8
A small cave on the Desert Crag leads to a large cavern. Here Trogdor has made his lair. Gold, fine jewels, and enchanted items may be found here. Enter at your own peril.
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Trogdor
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 220
Physical Description: Red scales on the back with a white stomach. Spiked head and ridge.
Age: 1042
Length: 60ft
Color: Red scales with a lighter stomach.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: claws, fire, and jaws.
Registered: Apr 21, 2015 9:34:10 GMT -8
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Post by Trogdor on Jan 13, 2016 0:34:39 GMT -8
A cloud of bats began to shriek as the dragon entered the cave for the first time. They fell from their perches and took flight in a cacophonous tumult. "Qe ifpesp." The dragons voice had a hypnotic whine to it. With those word the bats returned to where they had been hanging and awaited the twilight hours.
Trogdor chose the far corner of his cave and began to regurgitate his treasures. Gingerly he put down the enchanted mannequin. He did not know what it did, but that hardly mattered. Hanging the coat on the mannequin was difficult to say the least. These items he had found at St. James Boutique in Isra.
Next, Trogdor carefully propped the skrying glass against the wall of the cave. The crystal mirror now only displayed his reflection. This had been found at Red's Relics.
The dragon towards the center of the cave. He opened his mouth and a molten stream of gold, silver, and bronze came pouring out. The metals swirled together as they cooled, creating a solid mound of metal. A good pillow for now, but some day Trogdor intended on filling the whole cave with valuables.
The dragon began to cough, a frightening sound that made the bats chatter uneasily, as he hocked up a chain that held an enchantment of strength. That it had not melted in the dragons stomach was a testament to the power of the enchantment. These rare metals had once been a carriage owned by Giplor.
Trogdor took the chain and set it at the foot of the mannequin. He was about to go to sleep he could still feel an unknown magic within himself. After a fit of coughing, gagging, and perhaps a hurl Trogdor spat out four magical items he had consumed completely on accident: a 78 card tarot deck, a stone ring, a book titled The Way of the Seven Paths, and a wooden staff. The staff seemed to be some sort of communication device and the book was obviously a spell tomb. The ring was harder to identify...a conduit between the book and ring perhaps?
The tarot deck was familiar. Trogdor's mind wandered back to that day in Ozmodias. The final words of the priests fortune reading stuck in his head. "Death and you may follow the same path." Trogdor liked that. He chose to not to think about the rest of the foretelling. Instead he stretched out upon the floor and went to sleep thinking of the ocean breeze and of the siren he had met.
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Trogdor
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 220
Physical Description: Red scales on the back with a white stomach. Spiked head and ridge.
Age: 1042
Length: 60ft
Color: Red scales with a lighter stomach.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: claws, fire, and jaws.
Registered: Apr 21, 2015 9:34:10 GMT -8
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Post by Trogdor on Apr 2, 2016 16:08:07 GMT -8
Sweet dream fade to reality. The dragon had slept a long and selfish sleep. Little did the beast know that the Phoenix State had faded into oblivion. The empire had grown too big and spread too thin. Climate control had proved ineffectual in sustaining a whole civilization. If Trogdor had only stood by Zaltos as a pillar of power things might have changed. Zaltos had called to Trogdor to wage war but the dragon had ignored his masters call for help.
Trogdor awoke knowing little of what had happened during his slumber. He arched his back and gave his tail a swing before turning to the scrying mirror he had looted from Medan. "Evnek Zaltos ekess ve." His hot breath fogged the mirror as the reflection changed into a swirling of mist. However, the mist did not resolve. Strange. Trogdor would dwell on that later. He extended his mind in search of the raven he had posted at the entrance. It was still there. Time for some reconnaissance.
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Trogdor
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 220
Physical Description: Red scales on the back with a white stomach. Spiked head and ridge.
Age: 1042
Length: 60ft
Color: Red scales with a lighter stomach.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: claws, fire, and jaws.
Registered: Apr 21, 2015 9:34:10 GMT -8
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Post by Trogdor on Apr 4, 2016 0:36:38 GMT -8
It did not take Trogdor long to learn that much had changed. "Fueryon di wer thrae, bleviki, vur rekisixi di wer bekilk. Confn ekess ve." His breath floated out the cave. This was going to be a lengthy process.
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Trogdor
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 220
Physical Description: Red scales on the back with a white stomach. Spiked head and ridge.
Age: 1042
Length: 60ft
Color: Red scales with a lighter stomach.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: claws, fire, and jaws.
Registered: Apr 21, 2015 9:34:10 GMT -8
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Post by Trogdor on Apr 6, 2016 17:11:46 GMT -8
Not big enough...Trogdor's hoard was not big enough. As he passed back and forth in his too spacious cave the dragon began to grow angry. It was during this small tantrum that the smoky scrying mirror finally resolved into mass of flames. The energy emanating from the mirror was unmistakably that of Zaltos.
"The Phoenix rises again." Trogdor could feel a well up of that golden mana within himself. It was time for rider and dragon to be reunited.
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Chasiha
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Registered: Apr 9, 2016 17:29:32 GMT -8
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Post by Chasiha on Dec 9, 2017 1:53:53 GMT -8
Traveling at their accelerated pace with Chasiha as the guide, the caravan was able to make it to the desert crag before noon. Upon reaching the large protruding spire of rock, Chasiha turned to check the desert. Sure enough a plume of sand was not far to the west. The ground had begun to rumble slightly, telling of the beast that was to come. “Quickly, you must bring the animals up the crag!” Carved from the side of the red desert stone was a crude ramp. The tread was uneven and there were large rocks blocking the way. The climb would be perilous for wagon beasts, and there was not much time. At the top of the crag however, was a new challenger.
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A raven
Established
Roleplay posts: 11
Physical Description: A large black bird.
Registered: Jan 11, 2016 22:09:27 GMT -8
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Post by A raven on Dec 9, 2017 2:08:17 GMT -8
“Buuwwwooooh!” Intoned the giant raven as the travelers approached, “You may not enter.” The bird was 3 feet tall, graying in the tips of its feathers. The eyes jet black, but held an abnormal red pupil. Its voice was strangely human like, a soothing low tone that was easy to listen to.
“Danger lies ahead, Danger lies behind, But not if you first, Speak the backwards five.”
The raven said nothing more. It just sat there in front of an entrance to a large cave. Should @mec, Oobie Doobie, Sollix, or any of the Kobolds try to enter they would find themselves blocked by a semi solid magic wall. It would be possible to walk through it, but doing so would require a lot of strength as if moving through quicksand.
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Sollix
Established
Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 25
Physical Description: Sollix is 8 feet when standing tall, but usually, his legs are bowed and back hunched putting him more at 6'5"
Registered: Nov 15, 2017 23:10:11 GMT -8
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Post by Sollix on Dec 9, 2017 2:23:52 GMT -8
Sollix immediately started unhitching the oxen that pulled the first wagon. The beast looked dead tired, it was a wonder that the beast hadn't died of heat exhaustion. Sollix grabbed the tired animals by its horns and started forcing it up the path. The wagons would likely be OK, but they could not afford to loose any beast. If so they would likely need to acquire more before the journey was over.
Arriving at the top.
"Riddle?" Said Sollix when confronted by the large raven, "I like, but do not understand." The troll did not attempt to force his way pass, though such a thing would be easy. It could always come to that, but Sollix enjoyed the chance to explore this foreign language in new ways. Also he needed the rest after an exhausting run across the desert and climb up the crag.
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Chasiha
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Registered: Apr 9, 2016 17:29:32 GMT -8
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Post by Chasiha on Dec 9, 2017 22:57:35 GMT -8
While the group gathered, rested, and possibly thought about the riddle the raven had just given Chasiha approached Mordane. She was slightly apprehensive having threatened the mercenary a night before then seeing his fighting ability today. "Let me look at your leg." Subtlety was not a trait of the desert people, "I would hate it if... It would be bad if it got infected." Chasiha took a jar out of her robe and had borrowed a pot an water to boil water to sterilize any needed bandages.
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Mordane
Committed
Roleplay posts: 66
Age: 22
Physical Description: Stands at 6 feet and 4 inches tall
Green eyes pale skin and his hair is a dark shade of red, which eventually earned him a few nicknames as it beared slight resemblance to the blood he spilled.
Clothes and Equipment: Mordane is most commonly dressed in full plate adorned with only blue cloth. On occasions where he is not in his armor he wears simple clothes, brown pants and a white shirt with a splash of blue along the collar.
A pack with all of the traveling necessities is tied to his back along with his weapon, a plain steel claymore, weathered over years of use but maintained exceptionally well.
Player's online availability : Often
Registered: Jun 20, 2017 19:48:43 GMT -8
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Post by Mordane on Dec 10, 2017 16:44:33 GMT -8
The caravan made it up to the top of the crag rather quickly considering how cumbersome the wagons were. Mordane stayed near the front with Sollix as they traversed the rocky terrain, helping to guide the oxen alongside him. Once they reached the top and were met by the Raven and his riddle, he decided to take off his armor, leaving only the chainmail on, so he could cool down. It had been useful in the fight against the Trael, but trudging up in the heat had exhausted him. Finding a nice place shaded by the rocks away from the sun, he took a seat and pondered the riddle, taking a swig from the canteen at his side as well as eating a bit of the more perishable food they had taken along with them. He figured he would have to be the one to solve it, or otherwise find a way around it, the Kobolds wouldn't figure out how to solve it, that's almost a certainty. So as Chasiha approached him he offered her a bit of the food he had with him, she had been helpful in calling out the lizards when they were attacked. When they first met they had come off on the wrong foot, Mordane had assumed she was a hapless fool, the way she had threatened them at first, but it soon came to light how helpful she was if not instrumental to their journey. As she mentioned the wound on his leg he looked down to see it as well, he had completely forgotten about it and it was dripping down onto his boots, staining the leather a dark red. "Go ahead, I've never been good at tending to wounds."
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Chasiha
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Registered: Apr 9, 2016 17:29:32 GMT -8
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Post by Chasiha on Dec 11, 2017 1:03:46 GMT -8
Chasiha sat quietly and ate the food as the water boiled. When the water was hot she put in a couple long strips of cloth to sterilize. Taking off the boot she examined the wound. It wasn't bad. Just a couple punctures where the trael's teeth had made it through the armor. "I'm sorry for threatening you when we first met." She said while cleaning the leg of sand and dried blood, "Years ago it was our sages prophesized that our ruler would return and our land would prosper once again. All the signs appeared. Two suns rose in the west, the dragon awoke and flew to his master's aid...But they never returned. The sages were wrong. But perhaps that was a good thing." She had now opened the jar and was rubbing an antiseptic balm on the wound. The cloth bandaged had been taken out of the water and left to dry slightly over the pot. "With the Pharoh and his dragon gone, we were able to live free of their rule. Many had thought that their return to power would mean war for our people. There was tension with Isra then, and Medan...or was it Goraia? It seemed that the Pharoh wanted to go to war with anyone. But he is gone now." Chasiha now began to wrap the bandage around the wound. This would stop it from bleeding and protect from infection. "When I saw you coming, and heard that troll talk of this place I thought that you were coming to subject us again...That's not the case, is it? You really will just take whatever's in there and leave?" Chasiha looked towards the cave. The wound was completely bandaged. It would heal fast and likely wouldn't cause Mordane any problems.
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Oobie Doobie
Committed
Roleplay posts: 64
Age: 6 years
Physical Description: Kobold with green scales
Clothes and Equipment: His ability is physically manifested as a golden claw around his righthand index finger. He wears a shroud of darkness which can allow him to hide in the shadows.
Registered: Mar 29, 2017 14:39:15 GMT -8
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Post by Oobie Doobie on Dec 14, 2017 6:48:02 GMT -8
"We're only here for the loot we were told of, or at least that's the motive of my band and I." Oobie had just entered after collecting the Little Lizard and chimed in on the conversation with Chasiha . The Kobold boss approached the entrance, wondering what the holdup was. "Why haven't we gone inside yet?" "Boss! That bird wuz talkin'! Said we can't go in, and some other stuff..." This minion couldn't quite remember the riddle. She turns and asks the others if they remembered. "Duh, I forget. What black bird say?"
Oobie scowled with disappointment, SOMEONE had better tell him what was said, and it better be correct.
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A raven
Established
Roleplay posts: 11
Physical Description: A large black bird.
Registered: Jan 11, 2016 22:09:27 GMT -8
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Post by A raven on Dec 15, 2017 13:51:06 GMT -8
"You may not enter!" Quoth the raven. It seemed happy to repeat it's riddle. “Danger lies ahead, Danger lies behind, But not if you first, Speak the backwards five.” Still standing in front of the cave the bird ruffled its feathers and cocked its head at the newcomer. Its eyes were strange with piercing red pupils. It's voice was strangely deep and calming. Not the croak that one might expect from a bird.
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Little Lizard
New
Roleplay posts: 2
Age: 6 months
Physical Description: A small lizard known as a trael from the Valheecius Desert. Trael grow very quickly if fed enough and can reach a size of up to 8 feet. They have very sharp claws and teeth but are harmless at a young age.
Registered: Dec 11, 2017 1:04:30 GMT -8
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Post by Little Lizard on Dec 15, 2017 13:59:21 GMT -8
The little lizard scuttled behind Oobie. It had been impressed and now believe Oobie to be its mother and the rest of the caravan to be its family. The bird though, that looked tasty. The little lizard started prowling closer to its prey.
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Oobie Doobie
Committed
Roleplay posts: 64
Age: 6 years
Physical Description: Kobold with green scales
Clothes and Equipment: His ability is physically manifested as a golden claw around his righthand index finger. He wears a shroud of darkness which can allow him to hide in the shadows.
Registered: Mar 29, 2017 14:39:15 GMT -8
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Post by Oobie Doobie on Dec 15, 2017 20:36:33 GMT -8
"Hmmmm..." Oobie turns to face the bird when it starts to speak again. While it spoke the riddle Oobie began to analyze what was being said. Danger lies ahead, that's foreboding. What a pain...
"How many guesses do I get?" He asked while thinking of the riddle, unsure if he'd be granted that answer. Five what? Oobie looks around for any clues that might be nearby. He needed to say something backwards too. He decides to try out spelling first backwards since it has five letters. "T-S-R-I-F"
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Sollix
Established
Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 25
Physical Description: Sollix is 8 feet when standing tall, but usually, his legs are bowed and back hunched putting him more at 6'5"
Registered: Nov 15, 2017 23:10:11 GMT -8
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Post by Sollix on Dec 16, 2017 16:40:03 GMT -8
Sollix passed back and forth muttering under his breath. He seemed to be counting something on his fingers. The sun was past noon and there was much more shade now. If they got into the cave soon there would be time to make it out of the desert a little after nightfall. But taking another long trek across the desert so soon did not seem like a good idea. Also, something large had been following them.
"Bahh, what is the backwards five? What is the danger behind us? How does riddle help?" Sollix threw down his hands and walked to the edge of the crag. He wondered if they were still being followed.
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A raven
Established
Roleplay posts: 11
Physical Description: A large black bird.
Registered: Jan 11, 2016 22:09:27 GMT -8
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Post by A raven on Dec 16, 2017 21:24:59 GMT -8
He decides to try out spelling first backwards since it has five letters. "T-S-R-I-F" "You may not enter!" The bird eyed the approaching lizard and hopped away. “Danger lies ahead, Danger lies behind, But not if you speak, The first five backwards.” The riddle was changed this time. A rumbling was coming from the desert below them. An ominous scraping sound could be heard from the cave as well. It seemed that the travelers were running out of time.
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Sollix
Established
Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 25
Physical Description: Sollix is 8 feet when standing tall, but usually, his legs are bowed and back hunched putting him more at 6'5"
Registered: Nov 15, 2017 23:10:11 GMT -8
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Post by Sollix on Dec 20, 2017 21:46:17 GMT -8
"You may not enter!" Sollix said with excitement as he counted out five fingers, "Five lines, five parts.'Enter' is password. En-ter. Ter, ret-ne." He slammed one fist into his palm with satisfaction. Standing in front of the raven he spoke the password once more, "Retne!"
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A raven
Established
Roleplay posts: 11
Physical Description: A large black bird.
Registered: Jan 11, 2016 22:09:27 GMT -8
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Post by A raven on Dec 20, 2017 22:01:20 GMT -8
All of a sudden the sounds issuing from the cave stopped. The rumbling beneath the crag ceased as well. "You may enter." Said the raven before flying away.
Inside however, there would be little in the way of actual treasure. The large cave was sparsely populated with an assortment of common items. A figure stood towards the back of the cave, unmoving. As the treasure hunters neared it they would realize it was just a mannequin with an ornate and feminine coat hanging from it. In one corner stood a standing mirror. There was a pile of chain and a heap of metal. Lastly, there was a stone ring, a staff, a deck of tarot cards, and a book titled "The Way of the Seven Paths." Scanning the book would reveal it to be a spell tome. Most of these items were magical artifacts. Some more useful than others.
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Oobie Doobie
Committed
Roleplay posts: 64
Age: 6 years
Physical Description: Kobold with green scales
Clothes and Equipment: His ability is physically manifested as a golden claw around his righthand index finger. He wears a shroud of darkness which can allow him to hide in the shadows.
Registered: Mar 29, 2017 14:39:15 GMT -8
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Post by Oobie Doobie on Dec 21, 2017 9:56:15 GMT -8
"Gah! Dangit!" Oobie was disappointed he had the riddle wrong. He begins thinking about the new riddle and luckily Sollix solves it. Oobie sighed with relief and thanked the troll. "Good job, Sollix."
Continuing in, Oobie wondered where the treasure he'd heard about was. He was expecting more things of monetary value, something Nat'ia would be pleased they lost men over. Oobie takes a look at the tome, since he is literate, and flips through the pages skimming a few lines to figure out what the book was about. While reading he speaks to Sollix, "Is this all the treasure you spoke of? This isn't as much as I thought it was going to be... The boss may be disappointed."
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The Kobolds who weren't attending to the wounded looked around the cave in pairs. One of the pairs was shuffling through the deck of cards, "Dese ain't playin' cards I ever seen."
"Oi! I think I found Joker!"The other Kobold shows her partner the Fool card.
Some of the others were looking at a pile of metal, or what they assumed was metal. Another pair took a look at the coat on the mannequin, it looked nice if you ignored the parts that looked a little sticky from being in a dragon's throat. They weren't as tall as the mannequin so it was hard to take the coat off, they worried they might rip it, Oobie would not be happy if any of these items were damaged. Working together they tilt the mannequin over so they can gently remove the coat. One of them tries the coat on in front of the mirror, admiring how glamorous they looked now.
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