Andraste Ruana
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 244 
Age: 25
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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 20:48:51 GMT -8
"Essentially he said he's going to keep terrorising the people. 'Mother Gaia', by which he means the spirit of the land itself, has apparently cursed him with the anger of another ancient dragon who once terrorized the land as he is now doing," responds Andraste, Velka and Renna blasting the birds out of the air with bolts of electricity as they speak. "This cannot be good," continues the red sorceress forebodingly. She's so wrapped up in her thoughts that she doesn't even notice Ulfang's entirely disturbing harvest.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2015 20:50:27 GMT -8
Ashley flinched at seeing the birds get shot out of the air.
"Dammit! Aw, Aw- c'mon!" She yelled, gesturing to them. "What the hell, they're just being mind controlled!
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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 22:26:17 GMT -8
"Ridin' in, I'd guess about 70 kilometers n' hour... Kind here hits an average of about 90 Kays a second... wind is blowing about a half Kay eastward last I checked..."
He mutters to himself, pinning 'Kindness' on his hip as he goes through the aiming ritual while Buttercup thunders across the plains west of the fort.
"PAP, GUIDE MY BOLT AND LET IT FLY TRUE!" He shouts before pressing a small, hair trigger on the contraption.
*FOOF* goes Kindness just a second or two after the arrow flys. To the keen eye, a very feint ring could be seen around the black bolt as it spirals through the air. The red rune glows and blends into solid red neon stripes as it comes towards the beast's left wing. Whether or not it made it's mark, the insidious incendiary would drill into whatever surface it found and detonated spectacularly, tearing a bloody hole into anything living, and similtaneously fragmenting and igniting whatever wasnt.
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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 8, 2015 6:50:22 GMT -8
Renalt rides towards the beast, sword held out like a lance. He rides across the fields, wind in his face and attractive women around him. Ah, this is the life. Granted, the woman to his left is his daughter and the one behind him is a screaming gardener, but still. Whatever works. He tries to stab the dragon in the leg, if he gets close enough.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2015 6:57:25 GMT -8
Ashley watches Renalt and the others follow the dragon. She sighed.
"And there they go again to fight that thing..." She summed up for herself. "Andraste, be honest, what are the odds ANY of us can even dent that thing?"
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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 8, 2015 12:55:04 GMT -8
the skunk walks up to ashley, bow and arrow in hand, having heard what she said "well, i think i might be able to take it out quite easily, if i can get a good shot at it..."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2015 12:57:06 GMT -8
"Aaaaand now there's a talking skunk...." She said, looking at the skunk awkwardly.
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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 8, 2015 13:01:07 GMT -8
he perks his ears up, confused "what do you mean by that?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2015 13:03:28 GMT -8
"Nothing. And we'll have to wait until we find the dragon again before you can get a shot at it. Though, I wonder...."
Ashley looked at the bow and arrow in the skunk's hands and scratched her chin.
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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 8, 2015 13:45:47 GMT -8
Gravlor continued on his path till he noticed arrows fall short and move many feet beneath him. The next thing he noticed was the magic from the rune. He'd do a barrel roll, the massive runed shot missing it's target by a matter of feet. It pass between Gravlor's wings and fall back to the ground.
Gravlor would roar before turning around and taking a much high elevation. Where he'd fly he knew he could easily evade any arrows that came at him.
As he turned around, he heard the loud boom of the runed arrow as it exploded upon collision with the ground. He may be mad, but he was still intelligent and camr up with a plan.
He'd begin to circle in the air above the horse riders that chased him. Due to their chase, they had separated themselves from the others by almost a mile.
"sone nomeno!" Gravlor roared to the ground.
Again, he'd begin charging a blast in his mouth. He'd charge the blast as he circled the group. After a few seconds of charging, he would release the energy.
Dirt and rock would shoot into the air as the blast hit the ground. He wouldn't directly attack the beings chase him, but instead created a ring around them in the ground.
His intention was to intimidate the humanoids and scare the horses. Such a close blast would easily scare the horses and put a kink in the humanoids plan of catching him.
He also knew that the explosive runed arrows would be hard to use here. If one was shot at him and missed, there was a good chance the energy radiating off the blast would detinate it. If the energy didn't, the arrow would return to the ground and blow them up.
By time Gravlor finished his ring, he was ready to go. He'd flap his wings and push off into the sky to escape. He would go high and fast, leaving the range of any further attacks.
As for the blue birds, they would find a liking to Ulfgang and follow him. Eventually one might try to speak, but right now they were just an aggrevating pest who was cleaning up the dead body and leaving a stench of rot as they got hotter, much as a dead body.
Exit>
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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 8, 2015 13:51:59 GMT -8
Renalt turns to Billy.
"What in seven hells kinda shooting was that? You missed, and he got away! Fancy arrows don't do anything unless you hit the dragon, you know. Hey, you know the three steps to shooting a dragon? Step one: Get a bow. Step two: Shoot the dragon. Step three: There isn't a step three. You shot the dragon already. Except you didn't. Now we have to keep chasing the bugger. Come on, let's go."
He spurs his horse onward, following the beast.
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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 8, 2015 14:11:27 GMT -8
he looks at ashley, confused. "wonder what?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2015 14:28:23 GMT -8
"It's nothing. We should get going. I need to look into fighting that thing..."
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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 8, 2015 14:54:26 GMT -8
"yes, we really should... do you have a horse or something? i dont think humans can run fast enough to catch up with that thing..."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2015 14:55:16 GMT -8
"I was teleported here by someone" She said, gesturing to Andraste.
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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 8, 2015 15:11:56 GMT -8
"oh. well can they teleport us to the dragon?"
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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 8, 2015 17:22:12 GMT -8
Billy gruffs. "Shit, Ren, I tried..." he says, "but he one quick sum'bitch!"
He let's his horse rest for a minute as he folds his massive bow-gun and throws it over his shoulder. Once ready, he and Buttercup make haste to catch up. The blast, while initially intimidating, proved to be little concern after a good breather.
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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 8, 2015 17:30:46 GMT -8
Andraste plants her staff in the rock of the crumbling tower, a white light dashing through the cracks until it engulfs the entire tower, binding the stones together for long enough for the party to exit. As soon as they're free, the tower collapses with a boom, and Andraste looks into the sky, shielding her eyes with a hand as she watches the dragon fly away. "He must be stopped," she murmurs solemnly, "no matter what the cost." The magi flanking her nod in agreement, ignoring Ashley's distressed protest of the bird zapping. "We must find out where it will head next. Ashley, can you...er...or can your faerie companion commune with the spirit of the land, and follow the link to where the dragon is headed? I figure he must be linked in some way to the land, since he speaks of it consistently during his attacks."
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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 8, 2015 17:42:11 GMT -8
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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 8, 2015 19:02:26 GMT -8
"well, since i believe we have other way to catch up with the others, i guess you could.... well, ride me. its our only chance of catching up with the dragon..."
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