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 Jan 14, 2018 22:14:51 GMT -8
Mordred walks up to the blue dragon's layer, idly poking around and stopping just short of the entrance. He deftly avoids and traps that he encounters up to that point. "Hello, Blue dragon? Jarkoo, or what ever your name is?" Up the mountain side, little traps were present, and those that were, are either weak, or poorly placed. Upon reaching the dark entrance of the cave, Mordred would get feel the magical presence of a great beast as it grew stronger. A single word from a deep voice echoed towards the person outside. “Svabol?”Whatever was in there didn't seem pleased to hear a humanoid outside. |
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Mordred
Committed
Roleplay posts: 64
Physical Description: Tall, dark haired, unnaturally slim. Long fingers, blue eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment: Bright and flamboyant golden robes.
Registered: Jan 11, 2018 17:50:04 GMT -8
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Post by Mordred on Jan 15, 2018 4:51:16 GMT -8
Mordred walks up to the blue dragon's layer, idly poking around and stopping just short of the entrance. He deftly avoids and traps that he encounters up to that point. "Hello, Blue dragon? Jarkoo, or what ever your name is?" Up the mountain side, little traps were present, and those that were, are either weak, or poorly placed. Upon reaching the dark entrance of the cave, Mordred would get feel the magical presence of a great beast as it grew stronger. A single word from a deep voice echoed towards the person outside. “Svabol?”Whatever was in there didn't seem pleased to hear a humanoid outside. Mordred heaves an exaggerated sigh. "Yes, finally, there you are. You are Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui, yes? I come with a messege from the red dragon Trogdor." |
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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 Jan 16, 2018 5:15:00 GMT -8
Up the mountain side, little traps were present, and those that were, are either weak, or poorly placed. Upon reaching the dark entrance of the cave, Mordred would get feel the magical presence of a great beast as it grew stronger. A single word from a deep voice echoed towards the person outside. “Svabol?”Whatever was in there didn't seem pleased to hear a humanoid outside. Mordred heaves an exaggerated sigh. "Yes, finally, there you are. You are Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui, yes? I come with a messege from the red dragon Trogdor." A message? This kept him from expelling any anger for the moment, he wanted to know what “message” he’d brought. “Speak your message, so I may be left alone.” |
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Mordred
Committed
Roleplay posts: 64
Physical Description: Tall, dark haired, unnaturally slim. Long fingers, blue eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment: Bright and flamboyant golden robes.
Registered: Jan 11, 2018 17:50:04 GMT -8
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Post by Mordred on Jan 16, 2018 9:16:11 GMT -8
Mordred heaves an exaggerated sigh. "Yes, finally, there you are. You are Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui, yes? I come with a messege from the red dragon Trogdor." A message? This kept him from expelling any anger for the moment, he wanted to know what “message” he’d brought. “Speak your message, so I may be left alone.”Mordred sets down a chest full of various gems. "Trogdor says that the city of Stonevale will be his, and he asks me to remind you of your agreement to aid him. He says that he will try to be an ally to Isra, at least at first, but should that alliance crumble you must take his side. He says that this move will give you an opportunity to expand your power and influence. There are other details, such as division of war spoils and the like, but that's the gist of 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 Jan 16, 2018 12:15:23 GMT -8
A message? This kept him from expelling any anger for the moment, he wanted to know what “message” he’d brought. “Speak your message, so I may be left alone.”Mordred sets down a chest full of various gems. "Trogdor says that the city of Stonevale will be his, and he asks me to remind you of your agreement to aid him. He says that he will try to be an ally to Isra, at least at first, but should that alliance crumble you must take his side. He says that this move will give you an opportunity to expand your power and influence. There are other details, such as division of war spoils and the like, but that's the gist of it." As most dragons were, his attention was caught by the rattling of of gems in a old wooden chest. Of course Trogdor would seek out Stonevale once again, normally Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui would not care, but Stonevale was Isra’s, and as of now, he was trying to strengthen his bonds with Isra, not destroy them. He would likely be required to work some diplomatic magic on both ends here, if they wanted to succeed. The dragon grumbled, frustrated with the current situation. “Tell him, I have his side for now, but I can only go so far to assist him. Leave that chest there, and return my message. Do not tell anyone but Trogdor. Go.”The dragon would allow Mordred to leave without being incinerated. The dragon’s soft puffs of breath would eventually fade away when Mordred decided to leave. |
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Mordred
Committed
Roleplay posts: 64
Physical Description: Tall, dark haired, unnaturally slim. Long fingers, blue eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment: Bright and flamboyant golden robes.
Registered: Jan 11, 2018 17:50:04 GMT -8
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Post by Mordred on Jan 16, 2018 12:26:30 GMT -8
Mordred sets down a chest full of various gems. "Trogdor says that the city of Stonevale will be his, and he asks me to remind you of your agreement to aid him. He says that he will try to be an ally to Isra, at least at first, but should that alliance crumble you must take his side. He says that this move will give you an opportunity to expand your power and influence. There are other details, such as division of war spoils and the like, but that's the gist of it." As most dragons were, his attention was caught by the rattling of of gems in a old wooden chest. Of course Trogdor would seek out Stonevale once again, normally Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui would not care, but Stonevale was Isra’s, and as of now, he was trying to strengthen his bonds with Isra, not destroy them. He would likely be required to work some diplomatic magic on both ends here, if they wanted to succeed. The dragon grumbled, frustrated with the current situation. “Tell him, I have his side for now, but I can only go so far to assist him. Leave that chest there, and return my message. Do not tell anyone but Trogdor. Go.”The dragon would allow Mordred to leave without being incinerated. The dragon’s soft puffs of breath would eventually fade away when Mordred decided to leave. "Aye, I'll do that. But before I go... Trogdor would have me ask if you have any artifact that could aid in communication between you two, as he can't rely on me to play messenger forever." |
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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 Jan 17, 2018 5:15:47 GMT -8
As most dragons were, his attention was caught by the rattling of of gems in a old wooden chest. Of course Trogdor would seek out Stonevale once again, normally Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui would not care, but Stonevale was Isra’s, and as of now, he was trying to strengthen his bonds with Isra, not destroy them. He would likely be required to work some diplomatic magic on both ends here, if they wanted to succeed. The dragon grumbled, frustrated with the current situation. “Tell him, I have his side for now, but I can only go so far to assist him. Leave that chest there, and return my message. Do not tell anyone but Trogdor. Go.”The dragon would allow Mordred to leave without being incinerated. The dragon’s soft puffs of breath would eventually fade away when Mordred decided to leave. "Aye, I'll do that. But before I go... Trogdor would have me ask if you have any artifact that could aid in communication between you two, as he can't rely on me to play messenger forever." There would be a long pause, before a single large square emerald soared from the cave entrance towards Mordred’s hands. “He can use that to communicate with me, I suggest forging it into a wearable accessory for ease of use, but that’s his decision to do what he wants with it.”The dragon thought to himself once more. “That’s it I suppose?” |
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Mordred
Committed
Roleplay posts: 64
Physical Description: Tall, dark haired, unnaturally slim. Long fingers, blue eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment: Bright and flamboyant golden robes.
Registered: Jan 11, 2018 17:50:04 GMT -8
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Post by Mordred on Jan 17, 2018 12:02:06 GMT -8
"Aye, I'll do that. But before I go... Trogdor would have me ask if you have any artifact that could aid in communication between you two, as he can't rely on me to play messenger forever." There would be a long pause, before a single large square emerald soared from the cave entrance towards Mordred ’s hands. “He can use that to communicate with me, I suggest forging it into a wearable accessory for ease of use, but that’s his decision to do what he wants with it.”The dragon thought to himself once more. “That’s it I suppose?”"Indeed it is. I'll be heading out now." [Exit] |
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Annan Ap Owen
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: 35
Physical Description: At a distance, it would be difficult to discern if Annan is in fact a giant. Close up, it becomes even harder. Standing at 7' even, not a single ounce of fat resides on his muscular frame. For battle, he paints his body in blue woad, accentuating his frame, and cutting a terrifying picture on the battlefield.
He doesn't cut his hair or mustache, leaving the blonde locks free falling when he doesn't braid them into more manageable plaits. He does trim his beard, keeping it somewhat close to his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: Annan does not wear armor, as he finds it difficult to find anything that fits him without having to be custom made. His day to day wear consists of a linen shirt, discolored from the usual white by the elements, and a blue plaid kilt. A thick leather belt, patterned with swirling designs offers the only protection of his midriff. He has a green, hood-less cloak for wet weather, secured at the collar by a gold chain. Long woolen socks and brown brogues are the only cover for his lower legs and feet.
For battle, he strips off his shirt, and jumps into the fray wielding an axe the same size as him, with a head that looks like a backwards "D". The head has inlaid gold of geometric patterns of slanted lines and swirls engraved in the steel. He also carries a compound bow about 4' in length.
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Registered: May 3, 2018 11:43:49 GMT -8
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Post by Annan Ap Owen on Sept 27, 2018 18:55:31 GMT -8
Even from the peaks of the highest mountains, one could tell the approaching party was in bad shape. The green banner with a red dragon on the field at the train was tattered and barely flapping in the strong winds. The column was staggered and staggering, having lost its discipline some days ago when the last of the stag bones they had hunted had been made into an all too thin broth.
Half were walking, the other half mounted on emaciated horses who appeared like they could not continue much further. Their worn cloaks could barely keep out the cold, if one was lucky enough to have one.
All except the leader of the pack. His great grey steed was well fed, almost fat. He didn't even bother wearing his cloak, he was well used to the cold due to his heritage. He rode well ahead of the pack, followed closely by his lieutenant. They were discussing back and forth rather furiously about some topic that they wanted to make sure the rest of the party did not hear. Still, their destination loomed large above them, and they kept moving forward.
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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 Oct 9, 2018 7:13:22 GMT -8
Even from the peaks of the highest mountains, one could tell the approaching party was in bad shape. The green banner with a red dragon on the field at the train was tattered and barely flapping in the strong winds. The column was staggered and staggering, having lost its discipline some days ago when the last of the stag bones they had hunted had been made into an all too thin broth. Half were walking, the other half mounted on emaciated horses who appeared like they could not continue much further. Their worn cloaks could barely keep out the cold, if one was lucky enough to have one. All except the leader of the pack. His great grey steed was well fed, almost fat. He didn't even bother wearing his cloak, he was well used to the cold due to his heritage. He rode well ahead of the pack, followed closely by his lieutenant. They were discussing back and forth rather furiously about some topic that they wanted to make sure the rest of the party did not hear. Still, their destination loomed large above them, and they kept moving forward. As this party trudged their way through the mountainside towards the dragon's lair, their main enemy for now would be the howling freezing winds and the dangerous paths. The cold would shoot freezing daggers through the mens' bodies, wearing away what little warmth they have left, and putting them at danger to freezing or perhaps dissuading them from continuing on. Any of them may have caught sight of an owl out of the corner of their eye, but as soon as they laid eyes directly on it, it would've already disappeared or have flown off. Nothing of the dragon's intent was opposing them, yet. |
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William, John, and Paul
Committed
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: ?
Physical Description: An old blind man. Always flanked by two men. One carrying the Staff of the First Tree, the other carrying a book titled: The Way of the Seven Paths.
Clothes and Equipment: Ring of Onyx
Tarot Deck
Rough brown robe
Registered: Dec 2, 2015 9:38:38 GMT -8
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Post by William, John, and Paul on Oct 9, 2018 19:50:17 GMT -8
The three priests huddled together at the back of the column. Their thick rough-spun robes did well to insulate them, but they were far from warm. While, the head priest did not let the cold effect him, the two acolytes did not have such will power.
"I hope we stop soon and make a fire."
"Yeah! I don't see why we have to endure this. There are simple heating spells." Paul indicated to John's tome.
"Sure, but master says this is just one more path we must learn to endure."
"That may be, yet - There it is again!" The shivering priest pointed to the sky with his staff, but there was nothing to be seen, "Master, can you sense anything?"
"I sense many things," The old blind priest said cryptically, "Foremost is the coldness of these mountains. I will permit you channel a small warming spell. It seems that we draw close and it is best to be prepared."
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Adnes the Vampire
New
Doer of Odd Jobs
Roleplay posts: 2 
Age: Really doesn't matter at this point. Maturity wise young.
Physical Description: Tall and gangly, skin is incredibly pale. Eyes are a dim pink color. Her hair is white and curly.
Clothes and Equipment: Her black dress is simple and plain and can be folded up at the bottom for combat. Leggings are metal armor. Her dress has under armor metal. She has a satchel made of a black leather. Her shoes are plain black, and hold lock picks and knives are hidden in them. She wears a hood that can cover her neck and a mask for her face. She also uses gloves.
Her weapons include lots of knives hidden within her clothing and satchel.
Allegiances: Her self, she's been careful to ignore pretty much all people since her turning.
Player's online availability : Daily.
Registered: Oct 12, 2018 18:35:27 GMT -8
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Post by Adnes the Vampire on Oct 13, 2018 18:01:25 GMT -8
A small, black figure walks up a slowly up one of the mountain's paths. She's clearly looking for a cave of sorts as she looks from side to side her mask obscuring her face from vision. In fact it should be noted that none of her skin is showing. She appears to be wearing an odd dress that's been folded up, revealing metal armor on her legs. She blends into the late night well enough being mostly black and a dull silver. The mask that covers her face looks like it came from a laketown of some sort. She progresses closer and closer to the entrance, then she sighs and stops for a bit, looking up, and grumbling something. She rolls up her sleeves revealing more metal armor, and starts her climb, slinging her bag over her shoulder and onto her back as she does so. Slowly making her way up to the cave she reaches the top. Giving a sigh of relief she says something in a calm voice, "Well...this is it, I guess. Caves always have something in them...maybe some wolf...ok...gotta go in.."
She takes out two knives and slowly enters the cave, her stomach clearly grumbling some complaints.
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Annan Ap Owen
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: 35
Physical Description: At a distance, it would be difficult to discern if Annan is in fact a giant. Close up, it becomes even harder. Standing at 7' even, not a single ounce of fat resides on his muscular frame. For battle, he paints his body in blue woad, accentuating his frame, and cutting a terrifying picture on the battlefield.
He doesn't cut his hair or mustache, leaving the blonde locks free falling when he doesn't braid them into more manageable plaits. He does trim his beard, keeping it somewhat close to his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: Annan does not wear armor, as he finds it difficult to find anything that fits him without having to be custom made. His day to day wear consists of a linen shirt, discolored from the usual white by the elements, and a blue plaid kilt. A thick leather belt, patterned with swirling designs offers the only protection of his midriff. He has a green, hood-less cloak for wet weather, secured at the collar by a gold chain. Long woolen socks and brown brogues are the only cover for his lower legs and feet.
For battle, he strips off his shirt, and jumps into the fray wielding an axe the same size as him, with a head that looks like a backwards "D". The head has inlaid gold of geometric patterns of slanted lines and swirls engraved in the steel. He also carries a compound bow about 4' in length.
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Registered: May 3, 2018 11:43:49 GMT -8
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Post by Annan Ap Owen on Oct 25, 2018 14:49:45 GMT -8
If the giant of a man heard the complaining of his party or the three mystics accompanying them, he gave no indication of it. Or even if the cold bothered him, or if his stomach rumbled as it tried to keep his body heat above hypothermia. All in all, there seemed to be an air of... otherworldly superiority as he trudged onward, as if the cold were simply an extension of his being.
Soon, they reached the mouth of a cave, and Annan called for a stop with a throwing up of his fist. Half of the party seemed to lean on each other at the command, simply trying to stay upright. Annan turned to the three mystics, asking, "What do your signs say. Is this the cave?"
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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 Dec 1, 2018 13:21:23 GMT -8
A small, black figure walks up a slowly up one of the mountain's paths. She's clearly looking for a cave of sorts as she looks from side to side her mask obscuring her face from vision. In fact it should be noted that none of her skin is showing. She appears to be wearing an odd dress that's been folded up, revealing metal armor on her legs. She blends into the late night well enough being mostly black and a dull silver. The mask that covers her face looks like it came from a laketown of some sort. She progresses closer and closer to the entrance, then she sighs and stops for a bit, looking up, and grumbling something. She rolls up her sleeves revealing more metal armor, and starts her climb, slinging her bag over her shoulder and onto her back as she does so. Slowly making her way up to the cave she reaches the top. Giving a sigh of relief she says something in a calm voice, "Well...this is it, I guess. Caves always have something in them...maybe some wolf...ok...gotta go in.." She takes out two knives and slowly enters the cave, her stomach clearly grumbling some complaints. As she progressed, she’d find it harder to move higher as the winds and icy gusts blew at her figure, threatening to toss her down the mountainside. Besides these winds, the only obstacle between her and the lair was the steep incline. To someone of magical arts or of magical birth, they might detect faint residue of magic all around the dark cave, something or someone of extreme magical power is in there... |
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Adnes the Vampire
New
Doer of Odd Jobs
Roleplay posts: 2
Age: Really doesn't matter at this point. Maturity wise young.
Physical Description: Tall and gangly, skin is incredibly pale. Eyes are a dim pink color. Her hair is white and curly.
Clothes and Equipment: Her black dress is simple and plain and can be folded up at the bottom for combat. Leggings are metal armor. Her dress has under armor metal. She has a satchel made of a black leather. Her shoes are plain black, and hold lock picks and knives are hidden in them. She wears a hood that can cover her neck and a mask for her face. She also uses gloves.
Her weapons include lots of knives hidden within her clothing and satchel.
Allegiances: Her self, she's been careful to ignore pretty much all people since her turning.
Player's online availability : Daily.
Registered: Oct 12, 2018 18:35:27 GMT -8
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Post by Adnes the Vampire on Dec 1, 2018 15:14:20 GMT -8
A small, black figure walks up a slowly up one of the mountain's paths. She's clearly looking for a cave of sorts as she looks from side to side her mask obscuring her face from vision. In fact it should be noted that none of her skin is showing. She appears to be wearing an odd dress that's been folded up, revealing metal armor on her legs. She blends into the late night well enough being mostly black and a dull silver. The mask that covers her face looks like it came from a laketown of some sort. She progresses closer and closer to the entrance, then she sighs and stops for a bit, looking up, and grumbling something. She rolls up her sleeves revealing more metal armor, and starts her climb, slinging her bag over her shoulder and onto her back as she does so. Slowly making her way up to the cave she reaches the top. Giving a sigh of relief she says something in a calm voice, "Well...this is it, I guess. Caves always have something in them...maybe some wolf...ok...gotta go in.." She takes out two knives and slowly enters the cave, her stomach clearly grumbling some complaints. As she progressed, she’d find it harder to move higher as the winds and icy gusts blew at her figure, threatening to toss her down the mountainside. Besides these winds, the only obstacle between her and the lair was the steep incline. To someone of magical arts or of magical birth, they might detect faint residue of magic all around the dark cave, something or someone of extreme magical power is in there... Shivering she climbs up her blades outstretched, she could detect faintly the magic coursing from the cavern's entrance, but the cold and numbing of her senses left out the magnitude of it. After reaching the mouth of the cave she stifles a cough, and moves in with a growling stomach. She thinks to herself, "I...don't think I'm going to make it up here. Took to long to get up...no food...if I do get something to eat I'm going to have to stay here till it...resides..." |
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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 5, 2019 7:00:54 GMT -8
As she progressed, she’d find it harder to move higher as the winds and icy gusts blew at her figure, threatening to toss her down the mountainside. Besides these winds, the only obstacle between her and the lair was the steep incline. To someone of magical arts or of magical birth, they might detect faint residue of magic all around the dark cave, something or someone of extreme magical power is in there... Shivering she climbs up her blades outstretched, she could detect faintly the magic coursing from the cavern's entrance, but the cold and numbing of her senses left out the magnitude of it. After reaching the mouth of the cave she stifles a cough, and moves in with a growling stomach. She thinks to herself, "I...don't think I'm going to make it up here. Took to long to get up...no food...if I do get something to eat I'm going to have to stay here till it...resides..."While the mouth of the cave did shelter her directly from the winds, the cavern itself still resonated a presence of magic and more noticeably, an sense of insecurity, as if be watched. The mouth of the cave was undoubtedly large (and decorated with the skeletons of humanoids and large prey; mammoths, cows etc), and because of this Adnes the Vampire could easily just walk in if she wanted. The stone floor is seemingly smooth and cold the center area is completely cleared out of stalagmites and stalactites, however off to the sides of the entrance area they were still present. The darkness of the cavern seemed to entice her inwards, away from the howling icy winds.... |
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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 5, 2020 10:57:43 GMT -8
The icy winds howled through the cavern, muffling the noise of the slumbering behemoth within for months on end. This wasn't even considered a long nap for the dragon, he's slept through years before, and the length of dragon-naps only increased as they got older. This time however, a gust of wind brushed over the blue dragon's noise the wrong way, waking the dragon enough to have him consider getting up. In the pitch black; the yellow eyes opened, time catching up with the beast's senses. For a moment it seemed as if it was years prior, when the Free City was merely a group of traveler's in search of a home; the more mortal friends of his, young and spry. But the times of old were nothing but a memory now.
The dragon slowly raised his head from the smoothed stone floor, taking in the time of day and then climbing onto all fours. He'd poke around the old lair, seeing everything where it was before. Jeffrey the skeleton was still around here still, he could sense the undead, so it was safe.
Needing to stretch, the dragon bounds towards the exit and leaps into the air, flying away.
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