USQUE AR HARA
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Roleplay posts: 43
Registered: Mar 9, 2015 23:20:49 GMT -8
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Post by USQUE AR HARA on Apr 11, 2015 8:18:16 GMT -8
 This is a place for Medan Military. It protects part of the eastern border. The fort houses some of the military population as well as trains new troops. |
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Ka of Gravlor
Established
Roleplay posts: 35 
Physical Description: Gravlor is a mighty dragon of a light blue, almost white, scale plates. His body naturally formed into an armor like structure. Neon ice blue lines and squares pulse on his wings, and under certain circumstances, all over his form. It has been many years since this Wraith form has revealed itself, more or less, himself to begin with.
414' in length
When standing on hind legs, 340'
Wingspan is 360'
Clothes and Equipment: Gravlor uses pure energy, and lots of it. Where others breathe fire and lightning, Gravlor releases a powerful beam of raw energy. Not to mention it's high defense of his dense scaling and his razor sharp claws and teeth.
Registered: Sept 5, 2015 18:42:21 GMT -8
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Post by Ka of Gravlor on Sept 7, 2015 18:24:17 GMT -8
Flying many miles above ground, Gravlor was scouting for his next strike. He would spot a fort that was easily destroyable. Gravlor would reign down upon this fort with destruction as the soldiers had never seen.
Gravlor folded his wings in and dove straight towards the ground. He'd move like a bullet, cutting through the wind and using gravity to his benefit.
As Gravlor would barrel downwards, the blueish white energy would begin forming in his mouth. When Gravlor reached 1,300 yards above the ground he would unleash the beam of raw energy.
The blast itself was enough to cause serious damage to the fort. To make it worse, Gravlor would continue to plummit towards the ground.
The exlosion of rock, dirt, debris, and whatever else was in the beasts direct path would cause the fort to quake with what it had left to quake. Dead center of the cloud of debris, in a decent sized crater stood Gravlor.
When the dust settled, Gravlor's wing were fully extended and his body stood on all four. What was left of the fort he would thrash. Whether the soldiers decided to fight Gravlor under the curse of Trogdor's Anger or not was unknown, nor did Gravlor care. He was going to destroy as much as he could and spread his chaos across the globe.
For now, he would simply destroy this fort.
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Billy the Swamp Elf
Established
Roleplay posts: 42
Age: 87
Physical Description: Very tall, very lean, and very dirty. Bill stands at 6'7" with a slim build and is very toned despite the thin frame. He is bald, his pasty body adorned in scars from various bites, claws, punctures and burns, and his tapered ears are mangled. His nose is crooked from being broken more than a couple times. While beady, his eyes are a bright blue. Despite the poor care, his basic facial structure still holds the classic "pretty" elf look, and while blown out, he doesn't look that old at all.
Clothes and Equipment: Is always seen in a pair of rugged brown denim Overalls and nothing else. He does not wear footwear, and thus his feet have long since become leathery and rugged. With his nomadic lifestyle, he travels relatively light. He has a cold iron kukri he keeps handy, a large, deconstructable, composite heavy crossbow he has built and maintains himself, and a hide rucksack that holds waterskins, rope, and basic outdoor survival gear.
Player's online availability : Hella
Registered: Aug 31, 2015 20:23:13 GMT -8
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Post by Billy the Swamp Elf on Sept 7, 2015 19:05:49 GMT -8
"Jiminy Crickets! That fucker is HUGE!"
Billy points out the obvious as the trio see the beast land just in the horizon. Still quite a ways off, they were. But they were gaining.
"Shit, buddy, whats'yer name?" He yells to the skunk thing behind him.
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Renalt Fletcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 248
Age: 65
Physical Description: Renalt is an aging, heavily muscled man. He wears brightly striped clothing, and has white hair and a magnificent beard. He smells of candy.
Clothes and Equipment: Renalt wears a striped apron and suit, and uses a walking stick with a sword in it. He also carries a large bag of candy wherever he goes.
Registered: Sept 5, 2015 13:59:20 GMT -8
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Post by Renalt Fletcher on Sept 7, 2015 19:08:54 GMT -8
Renalt rides up alongside Billy and his smelly companion.
"Hey there, fellas. Looks like the dragon's dropped down. How far away can you shoot it from, Billy?"
He turns to Kate, still riding behind him.
"Are you alright back there?"
He turns then to Raena riding alongside him.
"And you, Rae? You good?"
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theskunk
Established
Roleplay posts: 23 
Registered: Sept 6, 2015 17:37:12 GMT -8
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Post by theskunk on Sept 7, 2015 19:09:04 GMT -8
"my name is (i havent figured out a good name yet, ill fill this in later. just call me jack or something.). it is a pleasure to meet you"
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theskunk
Established
Roleplay posts: 23
Registered: Sept 6, 2015 17:37:12 GMT -8
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Post by theskunk on Sept 7, 2015 19:14:25 GMT -8
"anyways, buttercup is a nice name for a horse..." he sighs deeply, as if remembering something saddening to him
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Ulfang von Haren
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 181
Age: 82
Physical Description: -------------------------------
Ulfang is a bear of a man. He towers over most he meets, and his figure is muscular and powerful, wonderfully preserved despite his age. He has been the head of House Von Haren for over sixty years. While he lacks the immortality of a vampire, he has been able to sustain his health and vitality seemingly indefinitely through his study of the black arts. His hair is snow white and grown long, complemented by a short white beard curved about his jaw. He has a strong jawline and intensely arched eyebrows, as well as one deep, piercing pale yellow right eye. His other eye is milky white, presumably blind, but this only adds to his intimidating visage. His body is covered with scars, material evidence of an existence filled with battle and hardship. He has a deep, strong voice, the sound of which is enough to scare the life out of the living.
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Clothes and Equipment: When in battle, he wears heavy, ornate black plate armour, the shoulders of which are sculpted into the shape of ravens with bizarrely glowing green eyes. The fingertips of the gauntlets have been forged and sharpened into bladed points, to be used as tertiary weaponry should he lose both of his blades. His primary weapon is a cursed, broad greatsword named "Fang", which draws the very life from the enemies it fells and feeds their souls to its master. His secondary weapon is a mundane steel arming sword, used primarily in close quarters. Outside of battle, he generally wears a heavy hide-and-fur overcoat over a thick leather jerkin, complimented by black trousers and heavy black boots.
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Registered: Jun 27, 2015 11:08:07 GMT -8
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Post by Ulfang von Haren on Sept 7, 2015 19:19:47 GMT -8
It just so happens that a rather well-known businessman is currently taking a trip to the fortress in order to partake in some good old fashioned bribery when an explosion shakes the walls and nearly knocks the massive man off his feet. The soldier who he's currently trying to bribe is startled, and runs off in the direction of the explosion, with Ulfang having no choice but to tail him. "This fortress is damned," he surmises grimly, "every time I try to do business here something gets in my way."
Nevertheless, he follows the soldier out to the walls, where he spies a large dragon perched before the fortress gate, rearing back to strike. He lets out a pained sigh. "A dragon. Well, isn't this lovely?" he asks the soldier next to him. The other man doesn't seem to think so, as he quickly retreats back into the halls of the fortress. Ulfang looks down at the dragon and waves a clawed gauntlet at him. "Oi, you there, dragon! I'm trying to carry out a business deal here, and you are not making that very easy. Might you be so kind as to leave?"
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Raena Fletcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 152
Age: 26
Physical Description: Standing at a height of six feet one inch, Raena Fletcher is a tall, very well-built young woman. Her skin is fairly pale, yet has a slight lively glow, and she has pale blue eyes that speak of a world weariness far beyond her age. Her snow white hair is always cut at about shoulder-length, silky and flowing and always well-kept despite her otherwise Spartan nature. She has full, though never painted lips, hardly ever seeming to turn up in a smile anymore. She has a long, deep scar running up from the bottom of her left jawline to the middle of her left cheek, marring her otherwise unblemished skin. Beneath her right eye, a tattoo in the shape of a fleur de lis has been inked. It looks almost ritual in nature, but its origins are as yet unknown.
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Clothes and Equipment: Over her travels, Raena has collected many pieces of heavy armour from her fallen foes and allies alike, melting it down and reforging it into a suit of plate maille unique to her and incredibly sturdy and heavy. The suit is stained forest green with bronze trim, a design embezzled in bronze on both pauldrons, one of a fleur de lis and the other a diving raven. Her bronze gorget has been shaped into the shape of a skull. In addition, a tattered orange-brown cloak wraps around her figure, obscuring her form in battle as well as adding an element of humility to her otherwise splendid armour. She does not tend to wear a helmet into battle, preferring the widest field of view as she can get.
As for armament, she tends to use a heavy enchanted two-handed flamberge sheathed upon her back as her primary weapon, with a short gladius and buckler as a backup. Finally, she carries a set of throwing knives within her cloak, and she's fairly proficient at aiming with them.
Outside of battle, she tends to wear simple linen clothing, preferring function and comfort over form. She hardly ever wears shoes outside her armour, either, having developed well-callused and strong feet to match her hands as a result.
Registered: Sept 7, 2015 16:22:46 GMT -8
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Post by Raena Fletcher on Sept 7, 2015 19:24:23 GMT -8
Raena nods to her father, her expression even more grim than usual. "Aye, I'm ready to fight if you are. Let's mount this dragon's scales above our hearth and deliver its head for a pretty bounty," she growls, dangerously. She's clearly a farcry from the fiery yet sweet girl she was when she left home.
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Renalt Fletcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 248
Age: 65
Physical Description: Renalt is an aging, heavily muscled man. He wears brightly striped clothing, and has white hair and a magnificent beard. He smells of candy.
Clothes and Equipment: Renalt wears a striped apron and suit, and uses a walking stick with a sword in it. He also carries a large bag of candy wherever he goes.
Registered: Sept 5, 2015 13:59:20 GMT -8
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Post by Renalt Fletcher on Sept 7, 2015 19:35:08 GMT -8
Renalt nods.
"Alright, here's the plan. As soon as we approach, Billy and fur ball, put some holes in its wings. Kate, Raena, and I will ride in close and bring it down, but we can't do that unless it's grounded hard. So aim well and destroy the wings, got it? Once we're near, we need covering fire. Don't hit us. Everyone good with the plan?"
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Goraia
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Roleplay posts: 316
Registered: Mar 3, 2015 12:43:36 GMT -8
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Post by Goraia on Sept 7, 2015 19:43:35 GMT -8
The fort had been equipped with heavy ballistae defenses and archers, the former designed to pierce heavy armor scaling. These armaments were in response to the Trogdor scare, and to some extent were used in response to the beast. Most ran, however--the arrival was simply too sudden, and the fort too small a locale, for the men to hold their ground. Each became concerned first and foremost with survival, and so while the troops filed out and fled from the fort, Gravlor would receive little initial resistance as the dragonslayers rode in.
With the gravitational amplification, the beast may magnify any damage from oncoming ballistae..but for the most part, it'd serve to smash the fort into splinters.
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theskunk
Established
Roleplay posts: 23
Registered: Sept 6, 2015 17:37:12 GMT -8
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Post by theskunk on Sept 7, 2015 19:46:09 GMT -8
"yes, that seems good. but if i may suggest something, i think it would wise to aim for the eyes first. if its blind, it cant see us, which means it cant really dodge our attacks..."
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Andraste Ruana
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 244
Age: 25
Physical Description: =====================================
Although she is quite young, Andraste's very being resonates with magical power. She has long, dark red hair that falls down around her face, framing her soft, kindly features nicely. She has soft, unnaturally coloured orange eyes, striking against her pale skin. Andraste's hands speak to a lowborn life of peasant work, rough and callused. However, her skin is fair and her figure elegant, her musculature long and lean, lending itself to swiftness rather than powerful. Heat emanates from her body, able to be felt from almost a foot away.
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Clothes and Equipment: Since her adoption into a magic collegium, Andraste has taken to wearing ornate crimson great robes, flowing about her figure, complete with gold filigree and a roomy hood that shadows her face when worn, although she tends to keep it down outside of whatever court she happens to be serving. Her only offensive equipment is a dirk imbued with a haste enchantment, allowing for almost unnaturally quick strikes. However, she tends to favour her magic-imbued twisted oak staff which enhances her casting ability, the large black onyx stone at the tip of the staff holding a particular affinity to her favoured school of magic: Pyromancy. She also holds a book of various incantations in her other hand when in battle, reading them off with extreme speed and accuracy. She possesses a natural resistance to heat, but is much less resistant to cold.
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Registered: May 31, 2015 20:33:14 GMT -8
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Post by Andraste Ruana on Sept 7, 2015 20:15:40 GMT -8
<Enter from The Conjunction> Andraste, Ashley, Levi, and Ashley's faerie companion all appear within one of the guardhouses in the Fort, coalescing out of apparently thin air. Those who have not taken that form of travel inevitably look a bit queasy, but Andraste and her two black-garbed magi seem to be unaffected by the translocation. "Quickly, we haven't much time," says Andraste, barely audible over the sounds of a mad dragon. |
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Ka of Gravlor
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Physical Description: Gravlor is a mighty dragon of a light blue, almost white, scale plates. His body naturally formed into an armor like structure. Neon ice blue lines and squares pulse on his wings, and under certain circumstances, all over his form. It has been many years since this Wraith form has revealed itself, more or less, himself to begin with.
414' in length
When standing on hind legs, 340'
Wingspan is 360'
Clothes and Equipment: Gravlor uses pure energy, and lots of it. Where others breathe fire and lightning, Gravlor releases a powerful beam of raw energy. Not to mention it's high defense of his dense scaling and his razor sharp claws and teeth.
Registered: Sept 5, 2015 18:42:21 GMT -8
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Post by Ka of Gravlor on Sept 7, 2015 20:17:10 GMT -8
What remained from thrashing was little. Gravlor left nothing but two towers standing before he took a breathe and looked around.
Inside the two towerlike remnants stood Ulfgang in one and Adraste's group. Gravlor would stretch his head outwards, gathering energy as he roared. With a blast at the ground, he would attempt to bring where Ulgang down.
While the debris flew up from the blast, Gravlor would turn his head around towards the other.. He stretched his head forward and used his tail like a bat to hit debris. His tail would send large chunks of wood and metal, as well as bodies out into the tower.
As soldiers tried to run, Gravlor pushed off the ground and flapped his wings, using his tail and hide feet to carve trenches in the ground. As he moved across the ground in low flight, he stretched his neck and opened his mouth to grab the three from behind in one snap.
Once this strike was finished, Gravlor would beat his wings again, launching into the air. He left Ulfgang and the others with enough to worry about, being blasted towards by a dragon and being inside a falling buiding.
Nothing stood, not even the walls. The world would soon see destruction beyond what Trogdor had done. For now, he soared back in the direction he came from. He was still unaware he was being followed.
"dask gaia, si geou rechan l'gra sari wer hearts di dout daari! wer scorn di sia itov geou plague dout itov." Gravlor roared, both sadness and anger carrying a tone in it.
Back at the fort blue birds of the same look, just different sizes flocked the fort. They had sapphire eyes, letting everyone know they were cursed. What dead bodies were there would be pecked apart and eaten by these blue birds. They would start with the eyes, mouth, and any open wounds. The older birds would peck through the temple, going straight for nutrients before the younger birds or something ran them off.
One bird would perch on a log pointed in the air. It would stare Ulgang down, chirping a little bit and turning it's head. The blue bird never dropped it's stare into Ulfgang.
Another would go to Andraste and do the same. Birds would attempt to land on her as if she was dead like them. A peck here and there was attempted by random birds there, but not many.
"Tweet, tweet!" The birds chimed together now, as if laughing at everything going on.
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Levi Thunderstruck
Committed
Dead
Roleplay posts: 50
Age: 49
Physical Description: Blonde hair that is usually untidy unless he has to clean up for a special appearance;which then he combs back,
He's slightly overweight from his lazy habits,
Despite his poor habits he's in good health for a man his age,
Clothes and Equipment: Mage Robes
Sandals (with socks)?
(more to come)
Player's online availability : Every Day
Registered: Aug 6, 2015 21:49:09 GMT -8
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Post by Levi Thunderstruck on Sept 7, 2015 20:18:54 GMT -8
Levi had experience with translocation and teleportation, though he did feel a little dizzy once he arrived. "Eh ya, what's the plan?"
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Oct 31, 2024 17:08:24 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2015 20:20:41 GMT -8
"I guess have Andraste try and talk to it. And when th- if that fails, we nuke it."
The fairy came out from under Ashley's cloak and sat on her shoulder. The two seemed to be having a conversation silently. As they enter, Ka spoke its departing words before flying away. Ashley looked at him go quizzically before turning to the fairy.
"Hey guys? Who here can also speak Draconic?" She asked.
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Billy the Swamp Elf
Established
Roleplay posts: 42
Age: 87
Physical Description: Very tall, very lean, and very dirty. Bill stands at 6'7" with a slim build and is very toned despite the thin frame. He is bald, his pasty body adorned in scars from various bites, claws, punctures and burns, and his tapered ears are mangled. His nose is crooked from being broken more than a couple times. While beady, his eyes are a bright blue. Despite the poor care, his basic facial structure still holds the classic "pretty" elf look, and while blown out, he doesn't look that old at all.
Clothes and Equipment: Is always seen in a pair of rugged brown denim Overalls and nothing else. He does not wear footwear, and thus his feet have long since become leathery and rugged. With his nomadic lifestyle, he travels relatively light. He has a cold iron kukri he keeps handy, a large, deconstructable, composite heavy crossbow he has built and maintains himself, and a hide rucksack that holds waterskins, rope, and basic outdoor survival gear.
Player's online availability : Hella
Registered: Aug 31, 2015 20:23:13 GMT -8
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Post by Billy the Swamp Elf on Sept 7, 2015 20:36:27 GMT -8
"PIPE IT, JACK!" Billy barks, "OI REN, AH HEAR YA! If this is it for us, I HOPE YOU GO SCREAMING! HIYAH!!"
And with that, Bill curves off leftward from the other two, Jack the Skunk still in tow. In a ballsy maneuver, he stands up in the stirrups and swings his artillery piece to the front of him. "JACK, I'M GONNA NEED YOU TO FEED ME IN A MINUTE HERE. SEE THAT BAG BOUNCING ALONG THE SADDLE? ALL MY SHiT IN THERE. YOU'LL FIND THE BOLTS IN THERE. I TELL YOU, PASS ME ONE- Dammit Jack..."
He continues to ride until he is a good 1500 meters west of the fort, and in view of the Dragon. It's afternoon, and the sun is behind him. He raises his crossbow at the beast, waiting for the moment...
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Ulfang von Haren
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 181
Age: 82
Physical Description: -------------------------------
Ulfang is a bear of a man. He towers over most he meets, and his figure is muscular and powerful, wonderfully preserved despite his age. He has been the head of House Von Haren for over sixty years. While he lacks the immortality of a vampire, he has been able to sustain his health and vitality seemingly indefinitely through his study of the black arts. His hair is snow white and grown long, complemented by a short white beard curved about his jaw. He has a strong jawline and intensely arched eyebrows, as well as one deep, piercing pale yellow right eye. His other eye is milky white, presumably blind, but this only adds to his intimidating visage. His body is covered with scars, material evidence of an existence filled with battle and hardship. He has a deep, strong voice, the sound of which is enough to scare the life out of the living.
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Clothes and Equipment: When in battle, he wears heavy, ornate black plate armour, the shoulders of which are sculpted into the shape of ravens with bizarrely glowing green eyes. The fingertips of the gauntlets have been forged and sharpened into bladed points, to be used as tertiary weaponry should he lose both of his blades. His primary weapon is a cursed, broad greatsword named "Fang", which draws the very life from the enemies it fells and feeds their souls to its master. His secondary weapon is a mundane steel arming sword, used primarily in close quarters. Outside of battle, he generally wears a heavy hide-and-fur overcoat over a thick leather jerkin, complimented by black trousers and heavy black boots.
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Registered: Jun 27, 2015 11:08:07 GMT -8
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Post by Ulfang von Haren on Sept 7, 2015 20:37:03 GMT -8
Ulfang jumps out of the falling tower before it hits the ground and miraculously survives the fall, likely partially due to his thick suit of armour. He looks at the death and destruction around him and strokes his stubble lightly with a clawed hand, before letting out a short, yet boisterous laugh. "This will do wonderfully! No more army messing with my business /and/ I didn't have to pay!" he says, cheerily.
"Now, shoo, birds, I have business to conduct," he says as he draws his greatsword and raises it into the air, chanting something in a language that makes one's skin crawl, the life force leaving the bodies of the soldiers redirected, manifesting as a misty green smoke that spirals around the blade, disappearing into the hand of Ulfang. When it dissipates, Ulfang looks healthier than ever, and he smiles at the birds dangerously. "Well, normally, I would use these husks for my own goals, but since I have no safe way to transport them all the way back to the Hunter's Rest without anyone seeing me, you may have them this time. You got lucky," he says as he strolls out of the fortress, sheathing his sword and wrapping his heavy fur overcoat about himself. He has no idea that he's in plain sight of the party of magi that's just arrived.
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theskunk
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Roleplay posts: 23
Registered: Sept 6, 2015 17:37:12 GMT -8
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Post by theskunk on Sept 7, 2015 20:37:10 GMT -8
as we approach the dragon, i hop off the horse and pull out my bow and arrow, and aim for the dragon's upper wing, hoping to tear the wing
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theskunk
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Roleplay posts: 23
Registered: Sept 6, 2015 17:37:12 GMT -8
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Post by theskunk on Sept 7, 2015 20:45:22 GMT -8
he pauses for a second, then takes out a different arrow, with a much longer than usually blade. he takes out a small bottle and pours the liquid contained in it onto the arrow. he then wraps the shaft of the arrow in a special sheet of paper and sets it aside, before shooting a normal arrow at the dragon's lower wing
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Oct 31, 2024 17:08:24 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2015 20:47:19 GMT -8
"Did....that guy just suck up his ally's life energy?" Ashley asked, pointing to Ulfang.
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