Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui
Dedicated
The mountaintop guardian shadows his lands...
Roleplay posts: 380 
Age: 1023 Years
Physical Description: Size (At standing pose): Height: 39 feet at the shoulder, Length: 104 feet
Eye color: Yellowish-White
Scale color: Light Blue, reflects a dull White in direct light
Dragon Species: European Dragon
Dragon Type: Chromatic
Dragon Color: Blue
http://i.imgur.com/Ba7kzgX.jpg
As a storm dragon, his hide and flesh can generate an electric charge passively when threatened, much like an eel, and can naturally and instantly release it upon being touched by a foreign organism or object.
As a human he takes the appearance of a man in the age range of forties to fifties, averagely built besides being a few inches taller than the average Joe and dressed in clean leather armor and worn blue cloths.
Clothes and Equipment: Two small leather pouches tucked under wings
He owns his father's ancestral unique magical scale mail. It is enchanted to break on impact and the shards return his body and reform into a different piece of armor until it is struck, then it repeats the steps.
A set of personal shoulder pads forged by Brock the forge master. It focuses the passive electricity in his hide into a beam of magic energy which blasts away targets.
Weaponry: Claws, Breath Attack (Lightning), and Bite
Treasure Hoarding: Minimal, mainly gems sometimes gold.
While as a human, he wields a magical long-sword, not much is known about his weapon, as he rarely uses it.
Allegiances: Isra (Loosely)
Player's online availability : US Central Time, Weekends: 8 AM to 11 PM, Weekdays: 6 AM to 9 PM
Registered: Mar 24, 2015 12:41:54 GMT -8
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Post by Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui on Feb 24, 2016 21:48:55 GMT -8
This centralized stone construct lays relatively low and wide compared to other towers nearby, but for good reason. The tower is extra reinforced internally to support the castle's Lord, Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui , when he rests atop it. Because of such reinforcement, the interior is cramped and only designed to only allow humanoids to access the top or bottom floor. On a marble pedestal off to the side of the tower is a magical Orb, granting the dragon access to it's scrying powers. The Dragon tower stands slightly higher than it's sister, the Speech tower. The Speech tower, while similar in design, is built very low and flat, acting more as a platform or a stage rather than an actual tower. The platform is made of hard stone with a staircase around the back leading to the top floor which only is about 7 meters high. It faces it's bigger sister, because the Speech tower designed to be a stage in which messengers, notable commanders, important prisoners, and generally anyone who wishes to make an appearance to the dragon, stand on. The tower address reads: 228, Dragon Spire((looking for accurate picture)) |
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Dee Emmecks
Established
Roleplay posts: 36
Age: 38
Physical Description: Darkskinned, shaved head, black moustache and a short beard on his chin. He has a tear tattooed near his left eye.
Clothes and Equipment: His signature outfit is a long black jacket with no shirt underneath. He wears a spiked dog collar around his neck with a metal tag brandishing the letter "D".
He wears burlap trousers and black leather boots.
Registered: Jan 26, 2016 21:02:27 GMT -8
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Post by Dee Emmecks on Feb 25, 2016 14:25:37 GMT -8
Dee Emmecks enters the Castle seeking the one called Jarkoopi. "EYO, I'M LOOKIN' FOR JARKOOPI! GENERAL ZAGARUS SENT ME!"
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Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui
Dedicated
The mountaintop guardian shadows his lands...
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 1023 Years
Physical Description: Size (At standing pose): Height: 39 feet at the shoulder, Length: 104 feet
Eye color: Yellowish-White
Scale color: Light Blue, reflects a dull White in direct light
Dragon Species: European Dragon
Dragon Type: Chromatic
Dragon Color: Blue
http://i.imgur.com/Ba7kzgX.jpg
As a storm dragon, his hide and flesh can generate an electric charge passively when threatened, much like an eel, and can naturally and instantly release it upon being touched by a foreign organism or object.
As a human he takes the appearance of a man in the age range of forties to fifties, averagely built besides being a few inches taller than the average Joe and dressed in clean leather armor and worn blue cloths.
Clothes and Equipment: Two small leather pouches tucked under wings
He owns his father's ancestral unique magical scale mail. It is enchanted to break on impact and the shards return his body and reform into a different piece of armor until it is struck, then it repeats the steps.
A set of personal shoulder pads forged by Brock the forge master. It focuses the passive electricity in his hide into a beam of magic energy which blasts away targets.
Weaponry: Claws, Breath Attack (Lightning), and Bite
Treasure Hoarding: Minimal, mainly gems sometimes gold.
While as a human, he wields a magical long-sword, not much is known about his weapon, as he rarely uses it.
Allegiances: Isra (Loosely)
Player's online availability : US Central Time, Weekends: 8 AM to 11 PM, Weekdays: 6 AM to 9 PM
Registered: Mar 24, 2015 12:41:54 GMT -8
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Post by Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui on Feb 26, 2016 11:58:28 GMT -8
Dee Emmecks enters the Castle seeking the one called Jarkoopi. "EYO, I'M LOOKIN' FOR JARKOOPI! GENERAL ZAGARUS SENT ME!" The dragon rests atop his tower as Dee Emmecks enters the compound and begins to speak about looking for Jarkoopi. "You have found me, why are you here?" He inquired before he started to assume it was someone below him in rank. |
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Dee Emmecks
Established
Roleplay posts: 36
Age: 38
Physical Description: Darkskinned, shaved head, black moustache and a short beard on his chin. He has a tear tattooed near his left eye.
Clothes and Equipment: His signature outfit is a long black jacket with no shirt underneath. He wears a spiked dog collar around his neck with a metal tag brandishing the letter "D".
He wears burlap trousers and black leather boots.
Registered: Jan 26, 2016 21:02:27 GMT -8
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Post by Dee Emmecks on Feb 26, 2016 13:57:19 GMT -8
"Aw hell, I wasn't told you was a dragon! Sheeeeeee..." Dee was surprised, but he'd continue, luckily Jarkoopi's voice was loud enough he didn't have to scream 'WHAT?!' at him. "General Zagarus told me to come here, to Lumbek and report to my intermediate master, you. And you'd set up my livin' situation and what-not. The new government released me from prison so that I could be utilized for my unique talents. I'm a killa, ya hear?"
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Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui
Dedicated
The mountaintop guardian shadows his lands...
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 1023 Years
Physical Description: Size (At standing pose): Height: 39 feet at the shoulder, Length: 104 feet
Eye color: Yellowish-White
Scale color: Light Blue, reflects a dull White in direct light
Dragon Species: European Dragon
Dragon Type: Chromatic
Dragon Color: Blue
http://i.imgur.com/Ba7kzgX.jpg
As a storm dragon, his hide and flesh can generate an electric charge passively when threatened, much like an eel, and can naturally and instantly release it upon being touched by a foreign organism or object.
As a human he takes the appearance of a man in the age range of forties to fifties, averagely built besides being a few inches taller than the average Joe and dressed in clean leather armor and worn blue cloths.
Clothes and Equipment: Two small leather pouches tucked under wings
He owns his father's ancestral unique magical scale mail. It is enchanted to break on impact and the shards return his body and reform into a different piece of armor until it is struck, then it repeats the steps.
A set of personal shoulder pads forged by Brock the forge master. It focuses the passive electricity in his hide into a beam of magic energy which blasts away targets.
Weaponry: Claws, Breath Attack (Lightning), and Bite
Treasure Hoarding: Minimal, mainly gems sometimes gold.
While as a human, he wields a magical long-sword, not much is known about his weapon, as he rarely uses it.
Allegiances: Isra (Loosely)
Player's online availability : US Central Time, Weekends: 8 AM to 11 PM, Weekdays: 6 AM to 9 PM
Registered: Mar 24, 2015 12:41:54 GMT -8
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Post by Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui on Feb 29, 2016 7:18:46 GMT -8
"Aw hell, I wasn't told you was a dragon! Sheeeeeee..." Dee was surprised, but he'd continue, luckily Jarkoopi's voice was loud enough he didn't have to scream 'WHAT?!' at him. "General Zagarus told me to come here, to Lumbek and report to my intermediate master, you. And you'd set up my livin' situation and what-not. The new government released me from prison so that I could be utilized for my unique talents. I'm a killa, ya hear?" The dragon gazed down upon Dee Emmecks. "Very well, you will be of much use, there are unoccupied rooms throughout the castle, feel free to make one of them your living quarters."With that, he was dissmissed to go get his room. ((Feel free to make it within the castle.)) |
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Dee Emmecks
Established
Roleplay posts: 36
Age: 38
Physical Description: Darkskinned, shaved head, black moustache and a short beard on his chin. He has a tear tattooed near his left eye.
Clothes and Equipment: His signature outfit is a long black jacket with no shirt underneath. He wears a spiked dog collar around his neck with a metal tag brandishing the letter "D".
He wears burlap trousers and black leather boots.
Registered: Jan 26, 2016 21:02:27 GMT -8
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Post by Dee Emmecks on Feb 29, 2016 21:34:46 GMT -8
"Aight, Holla if you need me. Peace." Dee put his hands in his pockets and would find a room in a location he liked.
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Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui
Dedicated
The mountaintop guardian shadows his lands...
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 1023 Years
Physical Description: Size (At standing pose): Height: 39 feet at the shoulder, Length: 104 feet
Eye color: Yellowish-White
Scale color: Light Blue, reflects a dull White in direct light
Dragon Species: European Dragon
Dragon Type: Chromatic
Dragon Color: Blue
http://i.imgur.com/Ba7kzgX.jpg
As a storm dragon, his hide and flesh can generate an electric charge passively when threatened, much like an eel, and can naturally and instantly release it upon being touched by a foreign organism or object.
As a human he takes the appearance of a man in the age range of forties to fifties, averagely built besides being a few inches taller than the average Joe and dressed in clean leather armor and worn blue cloths.
Clothes and Equipment: Two small leather pouches tucked under wings
He owns his father's ancestral unique magical scale mail. It is enchanted to break on impact and the shards return his body and reform into a different piece of armor until it is struck, then it repeats the steps.
A set of personal shoulder pads forged by Brock the forge master. It focuses the passive electricity in his hide into a beam of magic energy which blasts away targets.
Weaponry: Claws, Breath Attack (Lightning), and Bite
Treasure Hoarding: Minimal, mainly gems sometimes gold.
While as a human, he wields a magical long-sword, not much is known about his weapon, as he rarely uses it.
Allegiances: Isra (Loosely)
Player's online availability : US Central Time, Weekends: 8 AM to 11 PM, Weekdays: 6 AM to 9 PM
Registered: Mar 24, 2015 12:41:54 GMT -8
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Post by Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui on Mar 24, 2016 13:54:41 GMT -8
Several days later she wrote back again. "I can help you or Goraia. I am a healer. Please, let me out and I have decided I will give the state my services." A message was returned to the girl. I can make no promises, but I can try. The guards then moved her from her cell to where the dragon was ready to see her...(I apologize for the small post, I'll have the other half up tomorrow.) She was moved under cautious (but non intrusive) care, with about half a dozen guards. The dragon saw her before she even reached the tower, his beady yellow eyes glaring down.... As she was lead up the stairs to the top of the lead guard gave her some instructions. "Alright, all Lord Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui wants only you to heal him, but he might have something else to command of you."The guards hung behind as Keizhi was pushed up onto the top floor of the tower, she was a good 5 meters away from the side of the blue dragon, whose eyes were closed but he was fully awake. ((Gosh, my posts have been shit recently. I hope this is understandable)) |
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Keizhi
Established
Roleplay posts: 43 
Age: 19
Physical Description: Blue eyes, long purple hair, and an average sized body.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears a wide assortment of enchanted dresses, though often seen in plain black or frilly whites.
Registered: Feb 27, 2016 22:51:27 GMT -8
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Post by Keizhi on Mar 24, 2016 16:30:25 GMT -8
(Oh I don't care about that stuff its ok)
Keizhi is brought before the dragon. She makes no attempt to escape or rash movements - it was with a sort of slow and solemn grace that she walked with the guards, the hem of her long dress trailing behind her in the heavy draft that permeated the stone tower that stood tall above the small town of Lumbek.
"To heal..?"
A dragon was no easy matter. It was much work for a healer, mending the giant wounds of a magnificent creature. The one thing offsetting any hesitation to beginning such a monumental task was the fact that there really, in all reality, was no alternative. To refuse was to be tossed back into the madness of entrapment, or worse.
"This will take some time..." she says, her soft voice in and of itself soothing. "Please, I hope you don't mind... patience is needed."
It didn't bother her to begin channeling energy, drawing potential from the local leylines; even healing her captor provided her an opportunity to engage and interact with the world using other than a quill, and the removal from anti-magic was like a tremendous burden that had just been lifted from her shoulders. To have the opportunity to practice her craft again not only made her feel just slightly more human... but also provided the opportunity to show that she was not useless and had something of consequence to offer, hopefully in return for some measure of fair employment or freedom from imprisonment.
She gracefully sat upon the cool stone floor before the dragon, both legs to one side, smoothing her dress over her knees as she continued to channel. Her slender hands hovered before her midsection, fingertips inches from touching though otherwise poised as though caressing an invisible sphere. Given minutes of patient silence, a bluish white aura began to glow from the space between her palms, visible flecks of energy growing dense at its spherical peripheral and gravitating into sparkles that would fall impossibly slow and unaffected by the currents of air, fading as they descended into her lap.
Where the channeling stopped and the spell began would be difficult to tell, as while the visible effects of her spell began to grow in intensity, a feeling would also begin to flow through Jarkoopi's body and soul... provided the dragon was not in some way warded against his own request, a sort of positive flow, like the cleanest water imaginable summoned to wash every bit of toxin, pain, and doubt from his draconic veins, began to run its course... It would take even more time before Jarkoopi's wounds began to seal, blue auras of light emitting from each tear and scratch in his scales, and from there, it was a waiting game.
Keizhi seemed completely lost in a trance. If roused from her intensive concentration, particularly involving such a massive endeavor after at least a week's lack of practice and psychological trauma, failure or even disaster was likely. The guards would do well to remain solemn and silent, or leave as quietly as possible.
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Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui
Dedicated
The mountaintop guardian shadows his lands...
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 1023 Years
Physical Description: Size (At standing pose): Height: 39 feet at the shoulder, Length: 104 feet
Eye color: Yellowish-White
Scale color: Light Blue, reflects a dull White in direct light
Dragon Species: European Dragon
Dragon Type: Chromatic
Dragon Color: Blue
http://i.imgur.com/Ba7kzgX.jpg
As a storm dragon, his hide and flesh can generate an electric charge passively when threatened, much like an eel, and can naturally and instantly release it upon being touched by a foreign organism or object.
As a human he takes the appearance of a man in the age range of forties to fifties, averagely built besides being a few inches taller than the average Joe and dressed in clean leather armor and worn blue cloths.
Clothes and Equipment: Two small leather pouches tucked under wings
He owns his father's ancestral unique magical scale mail. It is enchanted to break on impact and the shards return his body and reform into a different piece of armor until it is struck, then it repeats the steps.
A set of personal shoulder pads forged by Brock the forge master. It focuses the passive electricity in his hide into a beam of magic energy which blasts away targets.
Weaponry: Claws, Breath Attack (Lightning), and Bite
Treasure Hoarding: Minimal, mainly gems sometimes gold.
While as a human, he wields a magical long-sword, not much is known about his weapon, as he rarely uses it.
Allegiances: Isra (Loosely)
Player's online availability : US Central Time, Weekends: 8 AM to 11 PM, Weekdays: 6 AM to 9 PM
Registered: Mar 24, 2015 12:41:54 GMT -8
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Post by Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui on Mar 29, 2016 6:17:12 GMT -8
(Oh I don't care about that stuff its ok)
Keizhi is brought before the dragon. She makes no attempt to escape or rash movements - it was with a sort of slow and solemn grace that she walked with the guards, the hem of her long dress trailing behind her in the heavy draft that permeated the stone tower that stood tall above the small town of Lumbek.
"To heal..?"
A dragon was no easy matter. It was much work for a healer, mending the giant wounds of a magnificent creature. The one thing offsetting any hesitation to beginning such a monumental task was the fact that there really, in all reality, was no alternative. To refuse was to be tossed back into the madness of entrapment, or worse.
"This will take some time..." she says, her soft voice in and of itself soothing. "Please, I hope you don't mind... patience is needed."
It didn't bother her to begin channeling energy, drawing potential from the local leylines; even healing her captor provided her an opportunity to engage and interact with the world using other than a quill, and the removal from anti-magic was like a tremendous burden that had just been lifted from her shoulders. To have the opportunity to practice her craft again not only made her feel just slightly more human... but also provided the opportunity to show that she was not useless and had something of consequence to offer, hopefully in return for some measure of fair employment or freedom from imprisonment.
She gracefully sat upon the cool stone floor before the dragon, both legs to one side, smoothing her dress over her knees as she continued to channel. Her slender hands hovered before her midsection, fingertips inches from touching though otherwise poised as though caressing an invisible sphere. Given minutes of patient silence, a bluish white aura began to glow from the space between her palms, visible flecks of energy growing dense at its spherical peripheral and gravitating into sparkles that would fall impossibly slow and unaffected by the currents of air, fading as they descended into her lap.
Where the channeling stopped and the spell began would be difficult to tell, as while the visible effects of her spell began to grow in intensity, a feeling would also begin to flow through Jarkoopi's body and soul... provided the dragon was not in some way warded against his own request, a sort of positive flow, like the cleanest water imaginable summoned to wash every bit of toxin, pain, and doubt from his draconic veins, began to run its course... It would take even more time before Jarkoopi's wounds began to seal, blue auras of light emitting from each tear and scratch in his scales, and from there, it was a waiting game.
Keizhi seemed completely lost in a trance. If roused from her intensive concentration, particularly involving such a massive endeavor after at least a week's lack of practice and psychological trauma, failure or even disaster was likely. The guards would do well to remain solemn and silent, or leave as quietly as possible. The guards were smart enough to quietly dissipate, they would still be within range of earshot if anything bad happened anyways. Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui simply rested on the stone floor as Keizhi did her work. The dragon's chest slowly heaved in and out with every breath. He too felt the peacefulness in the air as the healing magic spread throughout his flesh. The burns on his face healed, the gash in his forearm mended together, his charred back gained it's scales again. The process took at least a few hours or more, but it seemed only like minutes, the dragon was pleased. "You are very wise for someone of your age and kind."His chest calmly rumbled as he spoke. "I shall uphold my part of the deal, I will ask for you to be released on good terms, and for a carriage to be prepared to return you to your homeland, Sakand. For now, I would be most pleased if you would tend to any of the wounded in Lumbek. You are no longer confined to your cell, you may freely roam within the town's borders. Unless you wish to stay upon my tower, I can gift you the knowledge and wisdom of balance. However, it is permanent. It can never be forgotten. I will leave you with the choice."The dragon meant it, she would deserve the freedom and be able to gain his smarts. His orders were to keep Keizhi prisoner, but he was not specified 'where' or 'how' to do so. Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui rested his head down onto the floor and awaited Keizhi 's response. |
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Keizhi
Established
Roleplay posts: 43
Age: 19
Physical Description: Blue eyes, long purple hair, and an average sized body.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears a wide assortment of enchanted dresses, though often seen in plain black or frilly whites.
Registered: Feb 27, 2016 22:51:27 GMT -8
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Post by Keizhi on Mar 31, 2016 8:19:48 GMT -8
Slowly, she stood with a gentle grace.
"Knowledge and wisdom of balance...? What do you mean?"
Her heart pounded. She felt an overwhelming sense of joy that crashed upon the walls of her depression like seawater on a sandcastle, now whittling away her sorrows. It was all too good to be true... the short few weeks she had suffered imprisonment was by far the most horrid time of her life, and felt more like years. She now felt tired, exhausted and drained of her energy, to where she had to move slowly so as to maintain her balance. The healing spell had taken everything out of her.
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Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui
Dedicated
The mountaintop guardian shadows his lands...
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 1023 Years
Physical Description: Size (At standing pose): Height: 39 feet at the shoulder, Length: 104 feet
Eye color: Yellowish-White
Scale color: Light Blue, reflects a dull White in direct light
Dragon Species: European Dragon
Dragon Type: Chromatic
Dragon Color: Blue
http://i.imgur.com/Ba7kzgX.jpg
As a storm dragon, his hide and flesh can generate an electric charge passively when threatened, much like an eel, and can naturally and instantly release it upon being touched by a foreign organism or object.
As a human he takes the appearance of a man in the age range of forties to fifties, averagely built besides being a few inches taller than the average Joe and dressed in clean leather armor and worn blue cloths.
Clothes and Equipment: Two small leather pouches tucked under wings
He owns his father's ancestral unique magical scale mail. It is enchanted to break on impact and the shards return his body and reform into a different piece of armor until it is struck, then it repeats the steps.
A set of personal shoulder pads forged by Brock the forge master. It focuses the passive electricity in his hide into a beam of magic energy which blasts away targets.
Weaponry: Claws, Breath Attack (Lightning), and Bite
Treasure Hoarding: Minimal, mainly gems sometimes gold.
While as a human, he wields a magical long-sword, not much is known about his weapon, as he rarely uses it.
Allegiances: Isra (Loosely)
Player's online availability : US Central Time, Weekends: 8 AM to 11 PM, Weekdays: 6 AM to 9 PM
Registered: Mar 24, 2015 12:41:54 GMT -8
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Post by Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui on Mar 31, 2016 9:08:53 GMT -8
Slowly, she stood with a gentle grace.
"Knowledge and wisdom of balance...? What do you mean?" sat up from his laying position, revealing his true height, he was now fully awake. "The old tales from long ago, even when I was still a hatchling, before the cataclysm...." It appeared as I'd he started to doze off and daydream, but quickly snapped back to focus. "Our minds become entwined and bonded. Our knowledge is shared between us, you learn all I know and I learn what you have ever known via telepathy. You will also learn Vs'shtak, the tongue of the ancient dragons. We can communicate infinite ranges using our link. Our senses are shared, you gain the lifespan and eyesight of a dragon, and I gain your senses."He paused and looked down at her. "But... As much as this is a blessing, it is also a curse. Our life forces are connected, were one of us to die, the other would surely perish or worse, be driven mad til death. Both of us can feel eachother's major pains or feelings, they reflect us both. Lastly, we will both be rendered infertile, neither of us will ever be able to create a child."His gaze shifted up and down, eventually staring at Keizhi directly. "Wer zezhuanth livaij di darastrixi. Vi darastrix vur asta urthalre... Do you accept?" |
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Keizhi
Established
Roleplay posts: 43
Age: 19
Physical Description: Blue eyes, long purple hair, and an average sized body.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears a wide assortment of enchanted dresses, though often seen in plain black or frilly whites.
Registered: Feb 27, 2016 22:51:27 GMT -8
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Post by Keizhi on Mar 31, 2016 18:53:43 GMT -8
"But why... why me? I don't know if I can do that..."
Keizhi looked very unsure. It was an awfully huge responsibility, tying her soul to a dragon.
"To what goal do you need someone like me for.. you are powerful, respected, and feared on your lonesome," she said. She weighed her options. On one hand, she might be able to leverage her power towards helping reignite the energy of Sakand. On the other, she was being handed a responsibility that was far beyond the scope of living peacefully among her people without risk or discomfort...
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Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui
Dedicated
The mountaintop guardian shadows his lands...
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 1023 Years
Physical Description: Size (At standing pose): Height: 39 feet at the shoulder, Length: 104 feet
Eye color: Yellowish-White
Scale color: Light Blue, reflects a dull White in direct light
Dragon Species: European Dragon
Dragon Type: Chromatic
Dragon Color: Blue
http://i.imgur.com/Ba7kzgX.jpg
As a storm dragon, his hide and flesh can generate an electric charge passively when threatened, much like an eel, and can naturally and instantly release it upon being touched by a foreign organism or object.
As a human he takes the appearance of a man in the age range of forties to fifties, averagely built besides being a few inches taller than the average Joe and dressed in clean leather armor and worn blue cloths.
Clothes and Equipment: Two small leather pouches tucked under wings
He owns his father's ancestral unique magical scale mail. It is enchanted to break on impact and the shards return his body and reform into a different piece of armor until it is struck, then it repeats the steps.
A set of personal shoulder pads forged by Brock the forge master. It focuses the passive electricity in his hide into a beam of magic energy which blasts away targets.
Weaponry: Claws, Breath Attack (Lightning), and Bite
Treasure Hoarding: Minimal, mainly gems sometimes gold.
While as a human, he wields a magical long-sword, not much is known about his weapon, as he rarely uses it.
Allegiances: Isra (Loosely)
Player's online availability : US Central Time, Weekends: 8 AM to 11 PM, Weekdays: 6 AM to 9 PM
Registered: Mar 24, 2015 12:41:54 GMT -8
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Post by Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui on Mar 31, 2016 19:09:56 GMT -8
"But why... why me? I don't know if I can do that..."
Keizhi looked very unsure. It was an awfully huge responsibility, tying her soul to a dragon.
"To what goal do you need someone like me for.. you are powerful, respected, and feared on your lonesome." The dragon's voice started to slowly grow in volume. "I have seen lesser beings than yourself do this."He lowered his head and neck down to Keizhi 's level and spoke softer this time. "You. You are capable and worthy of it that is why You. What goal? Perhaps I am pitiful, perhaps I have plans to break off, perhaps I feel this bond would help us both in the long run, likely all three apply, but definitely the last one." |
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Keizhi
Established
Roleplay posts: 43
Age: 19
Physical Description: Blue eyes, long purple hair, and an average sized body.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears a wide assortment of enchanted dresses, though often seen in plain black or frilly whites.
Registered: Feb 27, 2016 22:51:27 GMT -8
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Post by Keizhi on Apr 6, 2016 15:40:51 GMT -8
She thought about this for a moment... what seemed like a very long moment. Though by the end of it she had come to a conclusion.
"I would like to consider this... though I must ask, to what extent does this bond go? Can either of us intrude or scry upon the other?"
Keizhi had heard stories of dragonriders in the north and east, though she knew little of its actual implications. Having little to lose that she hadn't already lost, the prospect of anything that would give her more power or leverage to help her family and her homeland was alluring.
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Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui
Dedicated
The mountaintop guardian shadows his lands...
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 1023 Years
Physical Description: Size (At standing pose): Height: 39 feet at the shoulder, Length: 104 feet
Eye color: Yellowish-White
Scale color: Light Blue, reflects a dull White in direct light
Dragon Species: European Dragon
Dragon Type: Chromatic
Dragon Color: Blue
http://i.imgur.com/Ba7kzgX.jpg
As a storm dragon, his hide and flesh can generate an electric charge passively when threatened, much like an eel, and can naturally and instantly release it upon being touched by a foreign organism or object.
As a human he takes the appearance of a man in the age range of forties to fifties, averagely built besides being a few inches taller than the average Joe and dressed in clean leather armor and worn blue cloths.
Clothes and Equipment: Two small leather pouches tucked under wings
He owns his father's ancestral unique magical scale mail. It is enchanted to break on impact and the shards return his body and reform into a different piece of armor until it is struck, then it repeats the steps.
A set of personal shoulder pads forged by Brock the forge master. It focuses the passive electricity in his hide into a beam of magic energy which blasts away targets.
Weaponry: Claws, Breath Attack (Lightning), and Bite
Treasure Hoarding: Minimal, mainly gems sometimes gold.
While as a human, he wields a magical long-sword, not much is known about his weapon, as he rarely uses it.
Allegiances: Isra (Loosely)
Player's online availability : US Central Time, Weekends: 8 AM to 11 PM, Weekdays: 6 AM to 9 PM
Registered: Mar 24, 2015 12:41:54 GMT -8
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Post by Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui on Apr 6, 2016 15:50:49 GMT -8
"I would like to consider this... though I must ask, to what extent does this bond go? Can either of us intrude or scry upon the other?"
Keizhi had heard stories of dragonriders in the north and east, though she knew little of its actual implications. Having little to lose that she hadn't already lost, the prospect of anything that would give her more power or leverage to help her family and her homeland was alluring. The dragon patiently waited as Keizhi thought, he knew it would be a unique in which she was given, it was not always easy to understand and accept. "Very well, I will give you time. The bond allows us to see each other's true feelings, we can only scry upon each other if the other allows it, but as said, we cannot hide our emotions but we can hide our thoughts and reasons."While the dragon had meant everything he said, he had a plan in which Keizhi was needed, but it'd only work if he had a trustworthy outside contact... |
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Keizhi
Established
Roleplay posts: 43
Age: 19
Physical Description: Blue eyes, long purple hair, and an average sized body.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears a wide assortment of enchanted dresses, though often seen in plain black or frilly whites.
Registered: Feb 27, 2016 22:51:27 GMT -8
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Post by Keizhi on Apr 6, 2016 16:00:37 GMT -8
"How does one initiate this bond?"
She saw in Jarkoopi a sympathizer, someone who was more a friend to her than the cruel process in which she had been humiliated and ruined. She knew that not all members of the Goraian state could possibly harbor such disregard for human life and dignity, and felt fortunate she had finally come into contact with such an empathetic being...
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Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui
Dedicated
The mountaintop guardian shadows his lands...
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 1023 Years
Physical Description: Size (At standing pose): Height: 39 feet at the shoulder, Length: 104 feet
Eye color: Yellowish-White
Scale color: Light Blue, reflects a dull White in direct light
Dragon Species: European Dragon
Dragon Type: Chromatic
Dragon Color: Blue
http://i.imgur.com/Ba7kzgX.jpg
As a storm dragon, his hide and flesh can generate an electric charge passively when threatened, much like an eel, and can naturally and instantly release it upon being touched by a foreign organism or object.
As a human he takes the appearance of a man in the age range of forties to fifties, averagely built besides being a few inches taller than the average Joe and dressed in clean leather armor and worn blue cloths.
Clothes and Equipment: Two small leather pouches tucked under wings
He owns his father's ancestral unique magical scale mail. It is enchanted to break on impact and the shards return his body and reform into a different piece of armor until it is struck, then it repeats the steps.
A set of personal shoulder pads forged by Brock the forge master. It focuses the passive electricity in his hide into a beam of magic energy which blasts away targets.
Weaponry: Claws, Breath Attack (Lightning), and Bite
Treasure Hoarding: Minimal, mainly gems sometimes gold.
While as a human, he wields a magical long-sword, not much is known about his weapon, as he rarely uses it.
Allegiances: Isra (Loosely)
Player's online availability : US Central Time, Weekends: 8 AM to 11 PM, Weekdays: 6 AM to 9 PM
Registered: Mar 24, 2015 12:41:54 GMT -8
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Post by Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui on Apr 6, 2016 16:17:03 GMT -8
"How does one initiate this bond?" He held out the palm of his right hand, it's aura was glowing dimly a tint of orange. "Whenever you are ready."Jarkoopi was never fond of humans, especially when they killed his mother, but he was smart enough to know when one was not like the others... |
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Keizhi
Established
Roleplay posts: 43
Age: 19
Physical Description: Blue eyes, long purple hair, and an average sized body.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears a wide assortment of enchanted dresses, though often seen in plain black or frilly whites.
Registered: Feb 27, 2016 22:51:27 GMT -8
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Post by Keizhi on Apr 7, 2016 10:43:17 GMT -8
"...I am ready."
(Rushing scene..)
The next morning, she awoke in the comfortable bed in her tower. It was late, some time in the early afternoon, before she arose. She had been exhausted by both the healing spell and the new link between them. Skilled with the arcane due to her culture and upbringing, the notion of a communicative bond was not foreign to her, nor was sending messages to him without words. What she had never done yet, however, was life-long commitment to another being... nor ridden in a dragon saddle.
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Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui
Dedicated
The mountaintop guardian shadows his lands...
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 1023 Years
Physical Description: Size (At standing pose): Height: 39 feet at the shoulder, Length: 104 feet
Eye color: Yellowish-White
Scale color: Light Blue, reflects a dull White in direct light
Dragon Species: European Dragon
Dragon Type: Chromatic
Dragon Color: Blue
http://i.imgur.com/Ba7kzgX.jpg
As a storm dragon, his hide and flesh can generate an electric charge passively when threatened, much like an eel, and can naturally and instantly release it upon being touched by a foreign organism or object.
As a human he takes the appearance of a man in the age range of forties to fifties, averagely built besides being a few inches taller than the average Joe and dressed in clean leather armor and worn blue cloths.
Clothes and Equipment: Two small leather pouches tucked under wings
He owns his father's ancestral unique magical scale mail. It is enchanted to break on impact and the shards return his body and reform into a different piece of armor until it is struck, then it repeats the steps.
A set of personal shoulder pads forged by Brock the forge master. It focuses the passive electricity in his hide into a beam of magic energy which blasts away targets.
Weaponry: Claws, Breath Attack (Lightning), and Bite
Treasure Hoarding: Minimal, mainly gems sometimes gold.
While as a human, he wields a magical long-sword, not much is known about his weapon, as he rarely uses it.
Allegiances: Isra (Loosely)
Player's online availability : US Central Time, Weekends: 8 AM to 11 PM, Weekdays: 6 AM to 9 PM
Registered: Mar 24, 2015 12:41:54 GMT -8
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Post by Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui on Apr 7, 2016 11:49:49 GMT -8
"...I am ready."
(Rushing scene..)
The next morning, she awoke in the comfortable bed in her tower. It was late, some time in the early afternoon, before she arose. She had been exhausted by both the healing spell and the new link between them. Skilled with the arcane due to her culture and upbringing, the notion of a communicative bond was not foreign to her, nor was sending messages to him without words. What she had never done yet, however, was life-long commitment to another being... nor ridden in a dragon saddle. The dragon was already prepared when Keizhi woke. The local magical forest was on fire from another dragon's flame breath. He was clad in his armors of steel infused with magic. There was a lustrous shine off his ancestral scale mail from the glow of his shoulder pads. Oddly enough, there was a saddle mounted upon his back but on closer inspection it was obvious it was simply a horse saddle refitted to his back, next to it was his pouch a magical runes, each possessing an effect when broken in half. He tested their link, Come quickly, the Usque Ar Ñalma is ablaze, I fear it is being attacked. I have a lance prepared for you incase we must fight.For Jarkoopi it'd be something he'd have to get used to, having a second person in your mind. I'll need your help to extinguish the inferno, wind water, ice, any of those will help.A basic lance was waiting for Keizhi outside. The guard with the lance also offered Keizhi a set of light leather armor incase she wanted it. Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui 's back was lowered, ready for her to climb aboard. (With a little effort and strength to hoist up.) |
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Keizhi
Established
Roleplay posts: 43
Age: 19
Physical Description: Blue eyes, long purple hair, and an average sized body.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears a wide assortment of enchanted dresses, though often seen in plain black or frilly whites.
Registered: Feb 27, 2016 22:51:27 GMT -8
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Post by Keizhi on Apr 7, 2016 12:00:52 GMT -8
She took the lance and got onto his back. She hadn't even had much experience with riding horses, much less dragons, but she made herself as comfortable as could be. If the saddle came fitted with straps that could help secure her to his back, she'd use those.
"A little... practice flight, before we go? I'm scared... but excited," she said, knowing he could hear her words even though they were spoken softly. |
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