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 14, 2016 10:26:59 GMT -8
Similar to all the other buildings and towers, this one is designed to hold the town's criminals and traitors, occasionally higher wealth nobles and prisoners. The top 4 floors are solely dedicated as the highest class cells, for those of respect, the lower ones, are standard and cold. Luckily that aren't many rats...
The structure is reinforced and at almost every turn is some sort of anti magic device or ward.
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Goraia
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 316
Registered: Mar 3, 2015 12:43:36 GMT -8
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Post by Goraia on Mar 14, 2016 12:21:02 GMT -8
After her humiliating ordeal through the entire aftermath of New Brimiarde and then a few days at Mazorana, Keizhi would be transferred here, to the tallest room in the prisoner tower. She'd be kept under the tightest of security for reasons unknown, still kept only in the rags she had been reduced to over the days.
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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 14, 2016 16:25:15 GMT -8
Keizhi ends up here. After the most degrading and miserable week of her life she is finally left at the top of a tower far from where she was captured in New Brimiarde. The flower had long sense wilted from her hair, and her once exquisite dress hung like rags, torn and worn while nobody had ever bothered to replace it. Teary eyed with her spirits crushed, all she hoped for was to not disappear, to not be forgotten...
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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 14, 2016 16:56:22 GMT -8
Keizhi ends up here. After the most degrading and miserable week of her life she is finally left at the top of a tower far from where she was captured in New Brimiarde. The flower had long sense wilted from her hair, and her once exquisite dress hung like rags, torn and worn while nobody had ever bothered to replace it. Teary eyed with her spirits crushed, all she hoped for was to not disappear, to not be forgotten... Unlike whoever had been previously in charge of Keizhi , Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui still had a mild sense of chivalry and modesty. He had sent a pair of guards to her room to deliver a few items, which included, a new dress (which was of a Goraia design, but was none the less well made), some older more worn down working clothing (better than her current clothing however), a large jug of fresh water, a vase of roses and day-lilies, numerous amount of papers (with an ink and quill of course) should she fancy writing a message or piece of art, and a special scroll which was labeled "Needs" where she could write down anything she needed for the time being. (Granted, not everything would be delivered.) On the back it read, "Do not judge me harshly, I am not the same as your own race. You may open the eastern window shutters when you are ready to talk.
- Storm-Wing"Looking around Keizhi 's room, she'd find it much more luxurious and comfortable than the previous prison. There was an actual cloth bed, rather than a stone slab which had previously been her bed, the floor was made of treated wood and had multiple rugs scattered around. There was a simple but study constructed closet (which held all her clothes that were delivered), a desk and chair up against the wall next to one of the windows, covered by a room divider was a wood bathtub, the center piece was a round table which had two plain chairs around it. |
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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 16, 2016 8:56:50 GMT -8
The mighty dragon Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui had brought back the incapacitated Umbra the Dragonling from Stonevale and had decided to have him kept in the tower's cell, the floor below Keizhi's. The guard's had moved him while he was still asleep into one of the large cells, but this one was plain compared to the others. There were no proper pieces of furniture, instead the walls and floor were bare stone. The only significant objects inside was small tub of gold and other precious items that were underneath a bear skin in which Umbra the Dragonling could sleep on. A rack of stone tablets rested to the other side, neatly stacked adjacent to eachother. Umbra the Dragonling was laid down in the middle of the room so he could be seen through the open window which allowed Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui to look in upon him while he was scrying. Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui waited for his new son to awake... |
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Umbra the Dragonling
Committed
Roleplay posts: 66
Age: 20
Physical Description: In his Dragon form, Umbra takes the form of a soot-black young dragon, whose eyes shimmer green like mad emeralds. His wings were broken long ago, but any external injuries have healed. Nevertheless, his wings are extremely sensitive and he winces at the touch.
Human form Umbra looks like a young adult boy, with dark hair and similarly green eyes.
Source for human-form Umbra:
http://imgur.com/a/twqX9
Source for dragon-form Umbra:
https://i.imgur.com/WhWVbxP
Clothes and Equipment: Human-form umbra wears dark leather pants and trendy dark shoes. He leaves his upper body bare, save for elaborate tattoos.
Registered: Nov 27, 2015 0:04:11 GMT -8
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Post by Umbra the Dragonling on Mar 16, 2016 10:46:51 GMT -8
The consciousness returned to Umbra the Dragonling, bit by bit. This stone feels coarse. Unfamiliar. I don't like this one bit. The green eyes opened to meet an unfamiliar sight. The room was small, unlike the chapel.
Someone has a weird idea of decorating... He straightened himself and stretched out his limbs and wings. Jumping down the pile of gold, he winced as the wound on his side made itself known on the landing. "Gah! God dammit!" Umbra the Dragonling arched his neck to assess the damage. His scales were partially scorched below his left wing, but the wound didn't seem deep. He'd live. "That son of a... Hey!" Umbra the Dragonling slammed into the window holding him in. Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui, he realised, was outside and Umbra the Dragonling was dying to exchange some words with him. "Hey tough guy! What kinda sick game is this? Lemme out!" Umbra would bang his head against the window in an effort to gain emancipation. |
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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 16, 2016 14:34:07 GMT -8
In her own cell atop the tower, she was given new clothing. She bathed when able and donned the new dress, at this point caring little about its style or from who it came. Finally, she didn't have to wear rags, and she could wash her hair. She replaced the wilted flower she had kept in her hair, symbolic of her will, with one of the new ones provided. Yet in this miserable reality, she could hardly feel proud for keeping it despite its dry and unsightly appearance.
She could hear something on the floor below, but the thick stone and barred windows made escape or coordination difficult.
Provided two scrolls, she first wrote on the one called "Needs." Feeling the tiniest glimmer of hope, it had technically been the first form of her captors deciding to listen to her voice. For the first time, she could make an official plea. While not entirely optimistic, it was worth the attempt with the time and supplies given. Hopefully, she could simply establish a line of communication with someone, somewhere...
Please let me go! I played no part in the battle of New Brimiarde, and harbor no ill will towards the state. I am a traveler from the City of Magic and have suffered in unspeakable ways since my capture. I wish to be reunited with my people, as I believe there has been a mistake.
~ KeizhiShe began crying as she recalled the past several days and the state of her condition, and while she tried to maintain composure, her quill seemed frenzied and scribbled, the parchment dotted with the moisture of her tears.
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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 16, 2016 16:56:07 GMT -8
The consciousness returned to Umbra the Dragonling , bit by bit. This stone feels coarse. Unfamiliar. I don't like this one bit. The green eyes opened to meet an unfamiliar sight. The room was small, unlike the chapel.
Someone has a weird idea of decorating... He straightened himself and stretched out his limbs and wings. Jumping down the pile of gold, he winced as the wound on his side made itself known on the landing. "Gah! God dammit!" Umbra the Dragonling arched his neck to assess the damage. His scales were partially scorched below his left wing, but the wound didn't seem deep. He'd live. "That son of a... Hey!" Umbra the Dragonling slammed into the window holding him in. Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui , he realised, was outside and Umbra the Dragonling was dying to exchange some words with him. "Hey tough guy! What kinda sick game is this? Lemme out!" Umbra would bang his head against the window in an effort to gain emancipation. From Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui 's own tower he looked down at the barred windows where Umbra the Dragonling was violently bashing against the bars, but as expected, it would be of no use. He scolded at the childish Umbra the Dragonling , "Now, now, I know you may or may not appreciate the circumstances you've been placed under, but in the end it is to help you. Since you seem to be quite uneducated and influenced by these mortals, I have taken the responsibility to teach you and raise you properly, you may refer to me as father, master, teacher, or Storm-Wing while we are together."Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui began to ignore Umbra the Dragonling for the time being and went back to his scrying ball... In her own cell atop the tower, she was given new clothing. She bathed when able and donned the new dress, at this point caring little about its style or from who it came. Finally, she didn't have to wear rags, and she could wash her hair. She replaced the wilted flower she had kept in her hair, symbolic of her will, with one of the new ones provided. Yet in this miserable reality, she could hardly feel proud for keeping it despite its dry and unsightly appearance.
She could hear something on the floor below, but the thick stone and barred windows made escape or coordination difficult.
Provided two scrolls, she first wrote on the one called "Needs." Feeling the tiniest glimmer of hope, it had technically been the first form of her captors deciding to listen to her voice. For the first time, she could make an official plea. While not entirely optimistic, it was worth the attempt with the time and supplies given. Hopefully, she could simply establish a line of communication with someone, somewhere...
Please let me go! I played no part in the battle of New Brimiarde, and harbor no ill will towards the state. I am a traveler from the City of Magic and have suffered in unspeakable ways since my capture. I wish to be reunited with my people, as I believe there has been a mistake.
~ KeizhiShe began crying as she recalled the past several days and the state of her condition, and while she tried to maintain composure, her quill seemed frenzied and scribbled, the parchment dotted with the moisture of her tears. A guard had taken the note in which she had crafted and quickly forwarded it up the line of command until Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui saw it. Although Keizhi 's plea did manage to get to him and spark a reaction, she would not be let go that easily. My dear Keizhi ,
I am not the one who is to decide what you have done and when you should be released. I am however the supervisor who is to decide how you are punished, and as you can see, I have made some of the dearest accommodations for your cell and have yet to even consider some sort of punishment or torture for someone as yourself who's journey and capture was already humiliating enough.
However, if you appear to offer me or the state some sort of use I can assure you that your release will be much quicker and pleasant than it would be if you were unruly.
- Storm-Wing P.S. Do not abuse the 'Needs' sheet, otherwise it will simply be taken away and the guards will judge and observe what you 'need,' trust me, you'd rather have the request system.The note was then moved by guard back to Keizhi's cell door and was slipped under. |
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Umbra the Dragonling
Committed
Roleplay posts: 66
Age: 20
Physical Description: In his Dragon form, Umbra takes the form of a soot-black young dragon, whose eyes shimmer green like mad emeralds. His wings were broken long ago, but any external injuries have healed. Nevertheless, his wings are extremely sensitive and he winces at the touch.
Human form Umbra looks like a young adult boy, with dark hair and similarly green eyes.
Source for human-form Umbra:
http://imgur.com/a/twqX9
Source for dragon-form Umbra:
https://i.imgur.com/WhWVbxP
Clothes and Equipment: Human-form umbra wears dark leather pants and trendy dark shoes. He leaves his upper body bare, save for elaborate tattoos.
Registered: Nov 27, 2015 0:04:11 GMT -8
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Post by Umbra the Dragonling on Mar 17, 2016 4:34:02 GMT -8
Taking in Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui 's information about his situation, Umbra the Dragonling's eyelid twitched. If one had superhuman hearing, he'd be able to hear a faint ping sound.
"Oh yeah? OH YEAH?! Well how about I just call you a Blue Flying Fuck! A BFF! Hey BFF! Your taste in cell-making sucks! Like, what even is this? Were you gonna bribe me with this crap! And what are those slabs? The eleven commandments of being an asshat?! Ow! Besides, my side aches really bad... Who even uses lightning these days? How am I supposed to jer..."
Umbra the Dragonling went on until he was out of breath. Grudgingly, he returned to the bearskin to catch his breath.
I'll, *huff* I, *huff* I'll get you next time... *huff*. The soft pull of the dead animal was too strong, and Umbra the Dragonling was asleep before he could finish enacting his revenge fantasy in his mind. |
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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 17, 2016 5:47:40 GMT -8
Taking in Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui 's information about his situation, Umbra the Dragonling 's eyelid twitched. If one had superhuman hearing, he'd be able to hear a faint ping sound.
"Oh yeah? OH YEAH?! Well how about I just call you a Blue Flying Fuck! A BFF! Hey BFF! Your taste in cell-making sucks! Like, what even is this? Were you gonna bribe me with this crap! And what are those slabs? The eleven commandments of being an asshat?! Ow! Besides, my side aches really bad... Who even uses lightning these days? How am I supposed to jer..."
Umbra the Dragonling went on until he was out of breath. Grudgingly, he returned to the bearskin to catch his breath.
I'll, *huff* I, *huff* I'll get you next time... *huff*. The soft pull of the dead animal was too strong, and Umbra the Dragonling was asleep before he could finish enacting his revenge fantasy in his mind. If Umbra the Dragonling kept this up, he'd be dead within the week. Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui 's patience would run dry and he'd probably ended up snapping the welp's neck and freezing his corpse atop a mountain in hopes that his soul does not get out of Twilight and is forever doomed to be trapped upon this world. For now, Umbra the Dragonling would be safe from the storm dragon's harsh discipline. The next time Umbra the Dragonling woke his door would be left open leading to downstairs which eventually lead to an open door into the open air. Everything else would still normally be locked or barricaded. |
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Umbra the Dragonling
Committed
Roleplay posts: 66
Age: 20
Physical Description: In his Dragon form, Umbra takes the form of a soot-black young dragon, whose eyes shimmer green like mad emeralds. His wings were broken long ago, but any external injuries have healed. Nevertheless, his wings are extremely sensitive and he winces at the touch.
Human form Umbra looks like a young adult boy, with dark hair and similarly green eyes.
Source for human-form Umbra:
http://imgur.com/a/twqX9
Source for dragon-form Umbra:
https://i.imgur.com/WhWVbxP
Clothes and Equipment: Human-form umbra wears dark leather pants and trendy dark shoes. He leaves his upper body bare, save for elaborate tattoos.
Registered: Nov 27, 2015 0:04:11 GMT -8
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Post by Umbra the Dragonling on Mar 18, 2016 4:42:09 GMT -8
The thing about dragons is, that when they wake up on the wrong foot, they wake up on the wrong two feet.
Upon waking, Umbra jumped down from his pile of metal, ready to start his morning with an exercise of scraming, but noticing the absence of his BFF, this plan was indefinitely suspended. Darn, I thought of such a good one too...
The open door caused a draft, which drew Umra's attention. Oh. We're playing this game now... He changed into his human form (If the anti-magic wouldn't hinder it) and headed out the door, down the stairs, and into the fresh outside air.
"Hoy!" He shouted to the seeming absence of any and all intelligent life, tucking his human hands into his pockets. "I know you're in there. I can see your issues."
Umbra groaned audibly and visibly. He had been trapped, and there was very little he could do about it. "You got me, I'm not going anywhere. Just get your parenting done and let's get this over with!" |
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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 18, 2016 5:46:01 GMT -8
The thing about dragons is, that when they wake up on the wrong foot, they wake up on the wrong two feet.
Upon waking, Umbra jumped down from his pile of metal, ready to start his morning with an exercise of scraming, but noticing the absence of his BFF, this plan was indefinitely suspended. Darn, I thought of such a good one too...
The open door caused a draft, which drew Umra's attention. Oh. We're playing this game now... He changed into his human form (If the anti-magic wouldn't hinder it) and headed out the door, down the stairs, and into the fresh outside air.
"Hoy!" He shouted to the seeming absence of any and all intelligent life, tucking his human hands into his pockets. "I know you're in there. I can see your issues."
Umbra groaned audibly and visibly. He had been trapped, and there was very little he could do about it. "You got me, I'm not going anywhere. Just get your parenting done and let's get this over with!" The anti-magic would stop Umbra the Dragonling from shapeshifting, but once he reached outside he'd be free to change form. The sheer amount of ignorance radiating from this child started to boil the pot of rage inside Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui . As expected, the clouds rolled away and Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui descended from the sky and swooped down low to grasp Umbra the Dragonling in one claw and then landed. He stared angrily at this... scum, outcast, imbecile! "Thirku spical, leor wer arcaniss rionib!"Umbra the Dragonling would revert back, and not to his favor. "WHY ARE YOU, SO, ARROGANT!?!?! How about if you like being with humans or being a human so much, I help you become one!?!?" The dragon took his other claw and brought it upon Umbra the Dragonling 's wing. He closed his hand and crushed his wings until they were a mangled mess and far from usable. The bone underneath would shatter, and the wing tissue would surely tear. "How does it feel, you ungrateful insignificant abomination?" He smiled at the youngster's pain. "HAHAHA!" |
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Umbra the Dragonling
Committed
Roleplay posts: 66
Age: 20
Physical Description: In his Dragon form, Umbra takes the form of a soot-black young dragon, whose eyes shimmer green like mad emeralds. His wings were broken long ago, but any external injuries have healed. Nevertheless, his wings are extremely sensitive and he winces at the touch.
Human form Umbra looks like a young adult boy, with dark hair and similarly green eyes.
Source for human-form Umbra:
http://imgur.com/a/twqX9
Source for dragon-form Umbra:
https://i.imgur.com/WhWVbxP
Clothes and Equipment: Human-form umbra wears dark leather pants and trendy dark shoes. He leaves his upper body bare, save for elaborate tattoos.
Registered: Nov 27, 2015 0:04:11 GMT -8
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Post by Umbra the Dragonling on Mar 18, 2016 6:08:22 GMT -8
Oh crap.
That was a misappropriation on Umbra's part. He reverted back, and struggled in vain, clawing and biting as Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui picked him up like a doll. For a moment, when he realised what was about to happen, his pupils dilated in pure terror. "Don't you do this to me! Stop it! Please don't! No! Nooooo- *Crunch*
And then they were gone. Umbra felt the pain stealing all the air from his lungs. His entire body was in searing, all-consuming agony. He couldn't stop the tears. |
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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 18, 2016 6:23:26 GMT -8
Oh crap.
That was a misappropriation on Umbra's part. He reverted back, and struggled in vain, clawing and biting as Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui picked him up like a doll. For a moment, when he realised what was about to happen, his pupils dilated in pure terror. "Don't you do this to me! Stop it! Please don't! No! Nooooo- *Crunch*
And then they were gone. Umbra felt the pain stealing all the air from his lungs. His entire body was in searing, all-consuming agony. He couldn't stop the tears. He gave a toothy smirk at Umbra the Dragonling 's beg to stop. His wings were still in on piece, but it'll take years for it to properly heal. "Oh please, if you going to cry for help or beg for mercy then do it right." He forced Umbra the Dragonling onto the ground, pinning his neck down with one claw, he pressured hard enough to cause discomfort but not choke him. "Go ahead, cry for mercy, do it!" |
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Umbra the Dragonling
Committed
Roleplay posts: 66
Age: 20
Physical Description: In his Dragon form, Umbra takes the form of a soot-black young dragon, whose eyes shimmer green like mad emeralds. His wings were broken long ago, but any external injuries have healed. Nevertheless, his wings are extremely sensitive and he winces at the touch.
Human form Umbra looks like a young adult boy, with dark hair and similarly green eyes.
Source for human-form Umbra:
http://imgur.com/a/twqX9
Source for dragon-form Umbra:
https://i.imgur.com/WhWVbxP
Clothes and Equipment: Human-form umbra wears dark leather pants and trendy dark shoes. He leaves his upper body bare, save for elaborate tattoos.
Registered: Nov 27, 2015 0:04:11 GMT -8
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Post by Umbra the Dragonling on Mar 18, 2016 12:11:30 GMT -8
"Hrrrgh!" The pain was intolerable. It completely blinded Umbra's mind, and as he was pinned down, it was all he could think about.
"I'm S- I'm sorry! Please, stop! I'll do anything!" His voice was croaking, like a jackdaw being suffocated. Tears were flowing like torrent, his entire body was shaking in fear. "Have mercy, please!" What was is what was it he said oh please I don't want to die what can I say what can I do...
"M- M-a-s-t-e-r..." Umbra swallowed his tears as they rolled down his face. "P- Please. Master... Have mercy..."
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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 21, 2016 7:51:03 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." |
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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 22, 2016 14:40:03 GMT -8
" Hrrrgh!" The pain was intolerable. It completely blinded Umbra's mind, and as he was pinned down, it was all he could think about. "I'm S- I'm sorry! Please, stop! I'll do anything!" His voice was croaking, like a jackdaw being suffocated. Tears were flowing like torrent, his entire body was shaking in fear. " Have mercy, please!" What was is what was it he said oh please I don't want to die what can I say what can I do..."M- M-a-s-t-e-r..." Umbra swallowed his tears as they rolled down his face. "P- Please. Master... Have mercy..." relaesed his pin from Umbra the Dragonling 's neck. "Pathetic, you curse plagues and evil fates upon others, but give in as soon as you feel your own pain."The guards went to start moving Umbra the Dragonling back into the cell. "I do hope you have at least learned something."((Sorry for short post)) |
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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 22, 2016 20:08:45 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.) |
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Umbra the Dragonling
Committed
Roleplay posts: 66
Age: 20
Physical Description: In his Dragon form, Umbra takes the form of a soot-black young dragon, whose eyes shimmer green like mad emeralds. His wings were broken long ago, but any external injuries have healed. Nevertheless, his wings are extremely sensitive and he winces at the touch.
Human form Umbra looks like a young adult boy, with dark hair and similarly green eyes.
Source for human-form Umbra:
http://imgur.com/a/twqX9
Source for dragon-form Umbra:
https://i.imgur.com/WhWVbxP
Clothes and Equipment: Human-form umbra wears dark leather pants and trendy dark shoes. He leaves his upper body bare, save for elaborate tattoos.
Registered: Nov 27, 2015 0:04:11 GMT -8
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Post by Umbra the Dragonling on Mar 23, 2016 1:26:41 GMT -8
The guards had to drag the small dragon along the ground to move him. There was no feeling to his hind legs, his wings lay crooked, dragging around the floor. A trickle of dark red blood drooped from his mouth and coloured the trail to his cell.
When the door slammed close behind him, Umbra struggled to pull himself closer to the window. He tried moving his wings, to no avail. The hollow bones were snapped like a bundle of reeds. He wasn't going to be able to fly for a long, long time. Umbra watched the vista opening through the bars. The town far below wasn't Stonevale. He was a long way from the place he called home.
A claw could not grab a steel bar with the ease of human hand, but Umbra did his best to pull himself to view the spread of land. It's kind of pretty. He thought. Anything that could make him forget the pain was good enough ointment for now.
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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 May 26, 2016 20:07:22 GMT -8
At last, a single guard would throw a pebble at the sleeping Umbra the Dragonling. "Oi, you get up. You're getting another chance." |
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