Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént
Dedicated
Time and Space.
Roleplay posts: 426 
Age: Yesterday.
Physical Description: Edward Laurént stands at 5'10. He has midlength black hair, and a clean shaven face. Previously his facial features were hard to remember, since he has begun wearing glasses they have become easier to recall. He looks to be in his late twenties, with a strong jaw, mid set cheek bones, straight narrow nose, and full lips. He appears to be in decent physical condition, though he is a bit pale.
Edwards eyes are an odd shade of blue, and they quite literally glow. With his glasses on, the glowing is the only remarkable thing about them. When you stare into his eyes when his glasses off though... it can be an odd experience. Staring into his eyes gives the impression that time has ceased to flow. Then you become aware of just how fast you are moving through the void of space. Most students avoid looking into his eyes.
OG Echoes: http://pre03.deviantart.net/a4ce/th/pre/i/2013/298/4/d/space_mage_by_axl99-d6ru3ej.jpg
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Clothes and Equipment: Previously Edward only owned one suit of clothing. He retains these clothes, as a sort of work uniform. His style of dress when working is odd. He wears: sturdy blue cotton pants, an over sized coat of some unknown material, a sweater with a hood sewn onto it, and a large scarf. Each piece of clothing fluctuates in state of repair, and cleanliness through the day. If these clothes were not so eccentric, he could easily be considered a beggar while wearing them.
Edward has begun to expand his wardrobe in recent months. His first new accessory is a pair of glasses. Unlike other time mages, Edward struggled with turning off his time sight, rather than turning it on. His glasses are enchanted to suppress it. When not working he tends to wear casual clothing. Loose white shirts, and simple leather leggings. He also has a handful of stylish, if simple mage robes for special occasions.
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Registered: Jan 27, 2016 14:17:35 GMT -8
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Post by Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént on Apr 6, 2016 16:31:06 GMT -8
The journal provides no obvious clues. None of the drawings seem to have been drawn on the island itself. It appears as though they would have to investigate. Edward who is reading over her shoulder looks around and says.
"Well seeing as it's the only structure on the island... Shall we head up to the temple?"
He offers her his arm and together they head up to the temple. The walking is difficult but it is also pleasant. The island is beautiful and the birds are singing. There is a pleasant floral scent in the air. Everything is going rather well till they get to the edge of the mountain. The steep slope looks rather hard to climb.
"Should we look for any easy way up? There are probably stairs somewhere."
Edward begins to look in either direction for a stairway.
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Reuna Laurént
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 361 
Age: 51
Physical Description: Reuna is a striking study in contrasts. She is just slightly above female average, height-wise, standing at 5'8", and is slender, with a fragile bone structure that makes her look weak; this is, of course, balanced out by her strength and skill in magic. Her hair is long, descending to her waist, and is purely black, which is a sharp opposition to her pale-skinned features. Her eyes are the color of amethyst, dark and intense, and are usually the only method from which one can derive her mood, as she very rarely displays her emotions via facial expressions. She appears young, in her mid-thirties, although if one looks closely enough, they can see the beginnings of fine lines around her eyes and mouth. Although few have ever seen them, due to her tendency to keep herself fully covered from neck to toes, she has whip-mark scars covering most of her back, and scars from long periods spent in manacles around both of her wrists, remnants from her days as a slave.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Reuna wears one of five sets of identical robes, with high collars and long slightly-loose sleeves, in black, dark grey, purple, dark green, and dark blue. Commonly-carried equipment consists of her personal grimoire, a traveling writing kit (with ink well, quills, and writing desk), and a belt with pouches that contain various items (both magical and non); though perhaps not considered equipment, her raven companion Karrik always accompanies her.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Jan 25, 2016 16:56:44 GMT -8
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Post by Reuna Laurént on Apr 6, 2016 16:38:33 GMT -8
Hm. No clues. Then again, Edward had a point. Closing the journal and tucking it into her pocket again, she smiled up at Edward and took his arm. "I suppose so. Nothing quite like a stroll with the man I love while on an adventure for a fantastical book." Walking with him, she admired their surroundings in content silence, only stopping when they encountered the edge of the mountain. Peering uncertainly at the steep slope, she turned and ventured in another direction. Hidden just past a protruding portion of stone was a set of winding stairs.
"Ahh, here we are, love. Crafty, they hid them with natural camouflage." From any other angle, it looked like a seamless rock face. Grasping his hand, she tugged Edward toward the stairs. They weren't terribly narrow, but it would still be somewhere treacherous to attempt ascending them side-by-side. So she took the lead, lifting the skirts of her robes out of the way as they climbed.
..And climbed. And climbed some more. Reuna looked quite young for her age, and she was in fairly good shape, but even she was red-faced and struggling to breathe properly by the time they finally reached the top. Flopping down on the ground near the top of the stairs, she took a few moments to catch her breath and looked up at the temple. Was the book in there, she wondered? She'd find out.. as soon as she could feel her legs again. That had been utterly exhausting.
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Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént
Dedicated
Time and Space.
Roleplay posts: 426
Age: Yesterday.
Physical Description: Edward Laurént stands at 5'10. He has midlength black hair, and a clean shaven face. Previously his facial features were hard to remember, since he has begun wearing glasses they have become easier to recall. He looks to be in his late twenties, with a strong jaw, mid set cheek bones, straight narrow nose, and full lips. He appears to be in decent physical condition, though he is a bit pale.
Edwards eyes are an odd shade of blue, and they quite literally glow. With his glasses on, the glowing is the only remarkable thing about them. When you stare into his eyes when his glasses off though... it can be an odd experience. Staring into his eyes gives the impression that time has ceased to flow. Then you become aware of just how fast you are moving through the void of space. Most students avoid looking into his eyes.
OG Echoes: http://pre03.deviantart.net/a4ce/th/pre/i/2013/298/4/d/space_mage_by_axl99-d6ru3ej.jpg
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Clothes and Equipment: Previously Edward only owned one suit of clothing. He retains these clothes, as a sort of work uniform. His style of dress when working is odd. He wears: sturdy blue cotton pants, an over sized coat of some unknown material, a sweater with a hood sewn onto it, and a large scarf. Each piece of clothing fluctuates in state of repair, and cleanliness through the day. If these clothes were not so eccentric, he could easily be considered a beggar while wearing them.
Edward has begun to expand his wardrobe in recent months. His first new accessory is a pair of glasses. Unlike other time mages, Edward struggled with turning off his time sight, rather than turning it on. His glasses are enchanted to suppress it. When not working he tends to wear casual clothing. Loose white shirts, and simple leather leggings. He also has a handful of stylish, if simple mage robes for special occasions.
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Registered: Jan 27, 2016 14:17:35 GMT -8
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Post by Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént on Apr 6, 2016 20:08:17 GMT -8
Edward is also huffing and puffing by the time they get to the top. Though he isn't sweating, indeed the time mage never seemed to sweat. He flops down next to her and smiles. Between panting breaths he speaks.
"Okay... So that... got... a lot... less... romantic..."
He takes in a deep breath and then tears open a hole in space. He pulls out a skin of water and passes it to Reu. He grabs another one for himself and guzzles some water. Once his thirst is slacked and he has his breath he tries again.
"Okay yes a lot less romantic. I suppose this is an adventure not a date, but still."
Eventually he gets to his feet and heads in time. They begin to explore and eventually Reuna would find a room with a large map. The reason it catches her eye is because the boarder is intricate. Very intricate. It matches perfectly with one of the drawings in the book.
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Reuna Laurént
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 361
Age: 51
Physical Description: Reuna is a striking study in contrasts. She is just slightly above female average, height-wise, standing at 5'8", and is slender, with a fragile bone structure that makes her look weak; this is, of course, balanced out by her strength and skill in magic. Her hair is long, descending to her waist, and is purely black, which is a sharp opposition to her pale-skinned features. Her eyes are the color of amethyst, dark and intense, and are usually the only method from which one can derive her mood, as she very rarely displays her emotions via facial expressions. She appears young, in her mid-thirties, although if one looks closely enough, they can see the beginnings of fine lines around her eyes and mouth. Although few have ever seen them, due to her tendency to keep herself fully covered from neck to toes, she has whip-mark scars covering most of her back, and scars from long periods spent in manacles around both of her wrists, remnants from her days as a slave.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Reuna wears one of five sets of identical robes, with high collars and long slightly-loose sleeves, in black, dark grey, purple, dark green, and dark blue. Commonly-carried equipment consists of her personal grimoire, a traveling writing kit (with ink well, quills, and writing desk), and a belt with pouches that contain various items (both magical and non); though perhaps not considered equipment, her raven companion Karrik always accompanies her.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Jan 25, 2016 16:56:44 GMT -8
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Post by Reuna Laurént on Apr 6, 2016 20:15:03 GMT -8
"Thank you." The words were muttered tiredly as she took the skin and drank swiftly, doing her best not to spill any of it even as she gulped it almost desperately. Once she was finally no longer dying of thirst, Reuna sighed and stood, then glanced at Edward, laughing softly. "I think our whole relationship has been one adventure after another, regardless of size.. why shouldn't our dates be adventures, too?" Giving him a playful wink, she started into the temple with him.
It was several minutes of exploring before she stumbled across the room with the map. At first she only gave it a cursory glance.. then she really looked at the border. It was so.. finely wrought, and intricate. And it seemed.. familiar. Ah, the journal! Eagerness bubbled in her veins as she pulled the little book out of her pocket and began flipping through it, until she found the page with a drawing that matched. "Edward, I think I found something!" The words were hushed, but filled with excitement, as she began to read the page in question.
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Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént
Dedicated
Time and Space.
Roleplay posts: 426
Age: Yesterday.
Physical Description: Edward Laurént stands at 5'10. He has midlength black hair, and a clean shaven face. Previously his facial features were hard to remember, since he has begun wearing glasses they have become easier to recall. He looks to be in his late twenties, with a strong jaw, mid set cheek bones, straight narrow nose, and full lips. He appears to be in decent physical condition, though he is a bit pale.
Edwards eyes are an odd shade of blue, and they quite literally glow. With his glasses on, the glowing is the only remarkable thing about them. When you stare into his eyes when his glasses off though... it can be an odd experience. Staring into his eyes gives the impression that time has ceased to flow. Then you become aware of just how fast you are moving through the void of space. Most students avoid looking into his eyes.
OG Echoes: http://pre03.deviantart.net/a4ce/th/pre/i/2013/298/4/d/space_mage_by_axl99-d6ru3ej.jpg
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Clothes and Equipment: Previously Edward only owned one suit of clothing. He retains these clothes, as a sort of work uniform. His style of dress when working is odd. He wears: sturdy blue cotton pants, an over sized coat of some unknown material, a sweater with a hood sewn onto it, and a large scarf. Each piece of clothing fluctuates in state of repair, and cleanliness through the day. If these clothes were not so eccentric, he could easily be considered a beggar while wearing them.
Edward has begun to expand his wardrobe in recent months. His first new accessory is a pair of glasses. Unlike other time mages, Edward struggled with turning off his time sight, rather than turning it on. His glasses are enchanted to suppress it. When not working he tends to wear casual clothing. Loose white shirts, and simple leather leggings. He also has a handful of stylish, if simple mage robes for special occasions.
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Post by Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént on Apr 7, 2016 13:31:26 GMT -8
Though the boarder of the two images matched the actual pictures varied. As noted the image on the wall is a map of the world. The image within the book though is of a starry sky, a handful of constellations high lighted. The archer, the twins, the fish, the warrior, and the goddess. The accompanying journal entry is not immediately helpful. It appears to be a poem of some description.
Edward walks in the room and looks at the mural. He then peers over her shoulder at the journal.
"It's not very good is it? You think it's a clue?"
He looks between the journal and the mural trying to piece it together.
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Reuna Laurént
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 361
Age: 51
Physical Description: Reuna is a striking study in contrasts. She is just slightly above female average, height-wise, standing at 5'8", and is slender, with a fragile bone structure that makes her look weak; this is, of course, balanced out by her strength and skill in magic. Her hair is long, descending to her waist, and is purely black, which is a sharp opposition to her pale-skinned features. Her eyes are the color of amethyst, dark and intense, and are usually the only method from which one can derive her mood, as she very rarely displays her emotions via facial expressions. She appears young, in her mid-thirties, although if one looks closely enough, they can see the beginnings of fine lines around her eyes and mouth. Although few have ever seen them, due to her tendency to keep herself fully covered from neck to toes, she has whip-mark scars covering most of her back, and scars from long periods spent in manacles around both of her wrists, remnants from her days as a slave.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Reuna wears one of five sets of identical robes, with high collars and long slightly-loose sleeves, in black, dark grey, purple, dark green, and dark blue. Commonly-carried equipment consists of her personal grimoire, a traveling writing kit (with ink well, quills, and writing desk), and a belt with pouches that contain various items (both magical and non); though perhaps not considered equipment, her raven companion Karrik always accompanies her.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Jan 25, 2016 16:56:44 GMT -8
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Post by Reuna Laurént on Apr 7, 2016 13:52:14 GMT -8
"It must be.. the constellations have to match up with the map, somehow..." Muttered to herself, she then summoned a bit of magic to her fingertips and swiped them across the drawing in the book. A shimmering purplish copy popped up, and this she dragged up into the air in front of the map. Stepping back a bit, she drew runes in the air, causing the image to grow larger, until it laid perfectly over that of the map. More runes, and the five constellations glowed in different colors: Yellow for the archer, red for the warrior, blue for the twins, green for the fish, and white for the goddess.
"Maybe they form a pattern..." Glancing back down at the poem in the book, she inscribed more runes, causing a silvery line to be drawn between the various constellations, going from archer, to warrior, to twins, to fish, to goddess. Planting her hand on her hip, she glanced back and forth from the constellations and the pattern drawn between them, to the map behind them. What was it pointing toward? Was she just missing it? "Perhaps we just need to go to the first place indicated. That would be some sort of river, I suspect. It's likely in this vicinity." She pointed toward the area that was indicated by, very simply, the intersection of the glowing silver lines. "Maybe we'll figure out the rest once we're there."
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Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént
Dedicated
Time and Space.
Roleplay posts: 426
Age: Yesterday.
Physical Description: Edward Laurént stands at 5'10. He has midlength black hair, and a clean shaven face. Previously his facial features were hard to remember, since he has begun wearing glasses they have become easier to recall. He looks to be in his late twenties, with a strong jaw, mid set cheek bones, straight narrow nose, and full lips. He appears to be in decent physical condition, though he is a bit pale.
Edwards eyes are an odd shade of blue, and they quite literally glow. With his glasses on, the glowing is the only remarkable thing about them. When you stare into his eyes when his glasses off though... it can be an odd experience. Staring into his eyes gives the impression that time has ceased to flow. Then you become aware of just how fast you are moving through the void of space. Most students avoid looking into his eyes.
OG Echoes: http://pre03.deviantart.net/a4ce/th/pre/i/2013/298/4/d/space_mage_by_axl99-d6ru3ej.jpg
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Clothes and Equipment: Previously Edward only owned one suit of clothing. He retains these clothes, as a sort of work uniform. His style of dress when working is odd. He wears: sturdy blue cotton pants, an over sized coat of some unknown material, a sweater with a hood sewn onto it, and a large scarf. Each piece of clothing fluctuates in state of repair, and cleanliness through the day. If these clothes were not so eccentric, he could easily be considered a beggar while wearing them.
Edward has begun to expand his wardrobe in recent months. His first new accessory is a pair of glasses. Unlike other time mages, Edward struggled with turning off his time sight, rather than turning it on. His glasses are enchanted to suppress it. When not working he tends to wear casual clothing. Loose white shirts, and simple leather leggings. He also has a handful of stylish, if simple mage robes for special occasions.
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Post by Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént on Apr 7, 2016 14:49:36 GMT -8
The lines form a swirling spiral pattern and encircles a spot on the map. The spot in question is an island. An island filled with lush jungles, mighty waterfalls, and numerous rivers. Including one may recall a certain waterfall known as the Silver Back. Which island is it? Why Carmela Island the vacation capital of the Overworld. Edward grins when he realizes where they are going. He wraps and arm around Reuna and says with a little laugh.
"So we are going from an adventure, to a vacation? You should have booked some time off, we could have enjoyed the sights well we were there. So shall we get going?"
With that Edward pops them out of existence and to Carmella Island.
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Reuna Laurént
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 361
Age: 51
Physical Description: Reuna is a striking study in contrasts. She is just slightly above female average, height-wise, standing at 5'8", and is slender, with a fragile bone structure that makes her look weak; this is, of course, balanced out by her strength and skill in magic. Her hair is long, descending to her waist, and is purely black, which is a sharp opposition to her pale-skinned features. Her eyes are the color of amethyst, dark and intense, and are usually the only method from which one can derive her mood, as she very rarely displays her emotions via facial expressions. She appears young, in her mid-thirties, although if one looks closely enough, they can see the beginnings of fine lines around her eyes and mouth. Although few have ever seen them, due to her tendency to keep herself fully covered from neck to toes, she has whip-mark scars covering most of her back, and scars from long periods spent in manacles around both of her wrists, remnants from her days as a slave.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Reuna wears one of five sets of identical robes, with high collars and long slightly-loose sleeves, in black, dark grey, purple, dark green, and dark blue. Commonly-carried equipment consists of her personal grimoire, a traveling writing kit (with ink well, quills, and writing desk), and a belt with pouches that contain various items (both magical and non); though perhaps not considered equipment, her raven companion Karrik always accompanies her.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Jan 25, 2016 16:56:44 GMT -8
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Post by Reuna Laurént on Apr 7, 2016 14:53:24 GMT -8
Reuna hadn't realized the island was Carmela Island. She'd read about it in the books, of course, but somehow hadn't matched up the location on the map with the one she'd seen in said books. Her nose crinkled, and then she looked at Edward when his arm came around her, smiling widely. "Perhaps we can go back for a vacation at another time. We'll take a couple of weeks and enjoy the.. sights." It was clear she wasn't just talking about the scenery; the thought of spending two whole weeks on a pristine beach with her lover, preferably as unclothed as possible... It made her shiver. But she nodded and held onto him. "Yes. The sooner we find this book, the sooner we can plan that vacation."
And then they were gone.
<Exit to Carmela Island>
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Countess Camilla Blake
Dedicated
Princess of Medan
Roleplay posts: 496
Age: 29
Physical Description: Race: Human
Hair: Red-gold
Eyes: Gold
Build: Athletic-slender
Clothes and Equipment: Hand crafted leather armor
Fur lined, brown cloak
Fur lined boots
Soft, white tunic and leggings
Compound Bow
Deer Antler Bow
Hand crafted arrows in a quiver
Two daggers
Formal described by post
Player's online availability : Unsure for now
Registered: Jan 13, 2015 13:21:30 GMT -8
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Post by Countess Camilla Blake on Oct 8, 2016 11:14:16 GMT -8
She lay there at the steps for the longest time. How long? The sun drew her from the darkness, a warm and gentle caress on her face as she came around. As she opened her eyes, all she could see was a buttery soft off white of the sunlight. She tried to make sense of what was going on, but eventually she was able to focus. She sat up with a start as the familiar sight of the surroundings hit her... Or... at least they felt familiar. A memory throbbed dully against the back of her skull, and she squinted. Camilla stood, bracing herself on the door frame behind her, for her knees buckled and nausea stabbed at her. She waited for several moments before stumbling to the still functioning fountain nearby, splashing water over her face. The crimson that freely dripped from her nose still, clouded the water in a smoke like plume. The tendrils of red faded with the next dipping of hands, only to return again by more blood. She tilted her head back in hopes of stopping this odd nose bleed. Once that finally ended, she dipped her head under the spray to clean the sweat away. Maybe this would jolt her awake and she would see her husband's face. It was just a dream, right? She did feel refreshed enough to go inside, then found herself climbing up to the tower stairs, her vision wavering as the walls went from unkempt to pristine before her eyes. A lightness filled her, she felt boueyed.. It was like time slowed, for the seconds dragged on between each step. A door opened for her and she entered what she saw looked like this: ![]() 
But in reality, it was broken down and as shabby as any ancient room.
She walked to the bed, which wasn't there, and crawled onto what was really a stone slab. She curled up and rested on what felt like warmth to her, and it was, indeed, radiating some kind of heat. For there in that very spot was one of the hidden gems, and some force had led her to 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 Oct 11, 2016 14:27:25 GMT -8
She lay there at the steps for the longest time. How long? The sun drew her from the darkness, a warm and gentle caress on her face as she came around. As she opened her eyes, all she could see was a buttery soft off white of the sunlight. She tried to make sense of what was going on, but eventually she was able to focus. She sat up with a start as the familiar sight of the surroundings hit her... Or... at least they felt familiar. A memory throbbed dully against the back of her skull, and she squinted. Camilla stood, bracing herself on the door frame behind her, for her knees buckled and nausea stabbed at her. She waited for several moments before stumbling to the still functioning fountain nearby, splashing water over her face. The crimson that freely dripped from her nose still, clouded the water in a smoke like plume. The tendrils of red faded with the next dipping of hands, only to return again by more blood. She tilted her head back in hopes of stopping this odd nose bleed. Once that finally ended, she dipped her head under the spray to clean the sweat away. Maybe this would jolt her awake and she would see her husband's face. It was just a dream, right? She did feel refreshed enough to go inside, then found herself climbing up to the tower stairs, her vision wavering as the walls went from unkempt to pristine before her eyes. A lightness filled her, she felt boueyed.. It was like time slowed, for the seconds dragged on between each step. A door opened for her and she entered what she saw looked like this: ![]()
But in reality, it was broken down and as shabby as any ancient room.
She walked to the bed, which wasn't there, and crawled onto what was really a stone slab. She curled up and rested on what felt like warmth to her, and it was, indeed, radiating some kind of heat. For there in that very spot was one of the hidden gems, and some force had led her to it.
And for an odd moment from her hallucinogenic dream, there were three knocks at her lavish door. (Her lavish door that wasn't actually lavish.) Thunk-thunk. Thump. The door went as it hopefully broke through to her senses and eventually her disoriented mind. |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2016 14:38:16 GMT -8
"She can't hear you..." said a disembodied voice near the dragon's ear. He might also see a barrier shimmer across the doorway. "I hurt her, but I didn't mean to... So I put her to sleep. Why are you here, Dragon?" The voice was possibly familiar to him if he had been around in her time.
The transparent form appeared before his eyes. She looked like an older version of the princess. It was obviously Croeria.
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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 12, 2016 5:08:34 GMT -8
"She can't hear you..." said a disembodied voice near the dragon's ear. He might also see a barrier shimmer across the doorway. "I hurt her, but I didn't mean to... So I put her to sleep. Why are you here, Dragon?" The voice was possibly familiar to him if he had been around in her time. The transparent form appeared before his eyes. She looked like an older version of the princess. It was obviously Croeria. That voice was oddly familiar to Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui, he hadn't heard it ever since around the time his own family lived. The old lost mama of Countess Camilla Blake, why'd it seem like everyone had a parent who just doesn't want to die. Like his own Father, Soreth, whom never had reached the Twilight and still roams the physical plane of existence. "Begone spirit, you've walked this world too long. I'm here to speak to your child, a lot of time has passed ever since she ran."He wasn't very much in the mood to try and argue with a dead grandma. As expected, his tone also reflected some of his patience that was slowly wearing away. |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2016 6:49:34 GMT -8
"I cannot wake her, it would kill her babe if I wake her. I told you, Dragon, I hurt her. I cannot leave yet, either. Someone desecrated my final resting place to make me into a puppet. I am stuck until this sordid business is taken care of. You... you are with her enemies, aren't you? I've seen from her mind enough to know you have one of my gems and that you do not stand with her. Another reason to leave her to sleep." She seemed to feed off of the electricity in him, the energy made her more and more solid over time until she was almost like living flesh.
Her head tilted and she eyed him, looking every bit the crone because that is how she wished to be seen at the moment. She had certainly died before she had a full head of gray, and her death state was just gruesome, being that she had been drawn and quartered alive. "I once made a pact with a family of dragons not to let any of my soldiers kill any dragon, for they weren't our enemy. I had hoped that they would protect us as we tried to protect them. Dragons are too precious to be slaughtered."
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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 12, 2016 7:50:05 GMT -8
"I cannot wake her, it would kill her babe if I wake her. I told you, Dragon, I hurt her. I cannot leave yet, either. Someone desecrated my final resting place to make me into a puppet. I am stuck until this sordid business is taken care of. You... you are with her enemies, aren't you? I've seen from her mind enough to know you have one of my gems and that you do not stand with her. Another reason to leave her to sleep." She seemed to feed off of the electricity in him, the energy made her more and more solid over time until she was almost like living flesh. Her head tilted and she eyed him, looking every bit the crone because that is how she wished to be seen at the moment. She had certainly died before she had a full head of gray, and her death state was just gruesome, being that she had been drawn and quartered alive. "I once made a pact with a family of dragons not to let any of my soldiers kill any dragon, for they weren't our enemy. I had hoped that they would protect us as we tried to protect them. Dragons are too precious to be slaughtered." hadn't been aware that it would be this complicated, although he was willing to do something about it. Until this dead hag started to get on his nerves. "Enemies only by affiliation, I am not against her, she is not my enemy. At least, not yet." He noted her form, old but slowly materializing in front of him. He tensed up in spite and listened for only a moment. "You lie. Even in death you still lie to my face. You knew nothing but ignorance and selfishness. Thousands of my kind, fathers, mothers, cousins, children, even the unborn wouldn't have died if you spoke the truth. It was a massacre. Do not say such wrong tales if you value your ghoulish rotting life and your daughter's. Stand aside." Jarkoopi was genuinely angered, he'd seen the murders in front of his eyes. They weren't to be trusted. |
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Registered: Nov 21, 2024 16:38:01 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2016 8:08:17 GMT -8
"If I lie, Dragon... Why were you allowed to roost in my mountains? I was a queen that had hundreds of thousands to protect. " She snorted, "I would rather have a wise old dragon who could slay the enemy when my army might be weak. Don't you see? I would see your kind thrive so those who are evil could be kept at bay, for your kind are precious and theirs are parasitic!" She was angry and honesty spewed from her being. "She would have gone back to her kingdom and been slain after those two who took the scepter let her go. She would never have had a chance to give birth to her children that my bloodline carry on, had I not intervened the first time. My kind and your kind have always walked together, for we are protectors of the Usque and all within, a bloodline that goes back to the dawn of humanity. I could not allow her to die. If you are not her enemy, you have to help keep her safe and her unborn daughter."
She paused and sighed, "I will leave now but I cannot lift the spell." With that, she turned to walk into the closed door if he didn't stop her.
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Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui
Dedicated
The mountaintop guardian shadows his lands...
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 1023 Years
Physical Description: Size (At standing pose): Height: 39 feet at the shoulder, Length: 104 feet
Eye color: Yellowish-White
Scale color: Light Blue, reflects a dull White in direct light
Dragon Species: European Dragon
Dragon Type: Chromatic
Dragon Color: Blue
http://i.imgur.com/Ba7kzgX.jpg
As a storm dragon, his hide and flesh can generate an electric charge passively when threatened, much like an eel, and can naturally and instantly release it upon being touched by a foreign organism or object.
As a human he takes the appearance of a man in the age range of forties to fifties, averagely built besides being a few inches taller than the average Joe and dressed in clean leather armor and worn blue cloths.
Clothes and Equipment: Two small leather pouches tucked under wings
He owns his father's ancestral unique magical scale mail. It is enchanted to break on impact and the shards return his body and reform into a different piece of armor until it is struck, then it repeats the steps.
A set of personal shoulder pads forged by Brock the forge master. It focuses the passive electricity in his hide into a beam of magic energy which blasts away targets.
Weaponry: Claws, Breath Attack (Lightning), and Bite
Treasure Hoarding: Minimal, mainly gems sometimes gold.
While as a human, he wields a magical long-sword, not much is known about his weapon, as he rarely uses it.
Allegiances: Isra (Loosely)
Player's online availability : US Central Time, Weekends: 8 AM to 11 PM, Weekdays: 6 AM to 9 PM
Registered: Mar 24, 2015 12:41:54 GMT -8
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Post by Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui on Oct 12, 2016 8:54:09 GMT -8
"If I lie, Dragon... Why were you allowed to roost in my mountains? I was a queen that had hundreds of thousands to protect. " She snorted, "I would rather have a wise old dragon who could slay the enemy when my army might be weak. Don't you see? I would see your kind thrive so those who are evil could be kept at bay, for your kind are precious and theirs are parasitic!" She was angry and honesty spewed from her being. "She would have gone back to her kingdom and been slain after those two who took the scepter let her go. She would never have had a chance to give birth to her children that my bloodline carry on, had I not intervened the first time. My kind and your kind have always walked together, for we are protectors of the Usque and all within, a bloodline that goes back to the dawn of humanity. I could not allow her to die. If you are not her enemy, you have to help keep her safe and her unborn daughter." She paused and sighed, "I will leave now but I cannot lift the spell." With that, she turned to walk into the closed door if he didn't stop her. He listened quietly, looking down at the floor. Was he truly an ally? Or was just another tool to be shattered in the fields? He stood in silence, waiting for the woman to leave first. "At least," he sighed sadly, "One of our kind's children were able to see the light of day. Mine were not as fortunate." Mianth... If Countess Camilla Blake was resting now, he wouldn't disturb her. He probably needed to sleep more than her after the emotional ride and the long flight. He shaped back into his natural massive dragon form. He laid around the old ruined shack, curling his tail and neck around the building. He'd protect it if need be, but for now, his chest heaved up and down with every huff of air through his nostrils. |
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Registered: Nov 21, 2024 16:38:01 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2016 12:07:31 GMT -8
She wasn't completely gone, she would, of course, watch to make sure he didn't try anything stupid. "No, but I died for them. And for you." She said very softly after he went to a spot he could rest. She looked in on the prone Camilla, then, and stroked her cheek. The woman was cold still, and pale. She hated how it backfired again, hated knowing she caused suffering... But Camilla needed to get those gems and she needed help.
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Countess Camilla Blake
Dedicated
Princess of Medan
Roleplay posts: 496
Age: 29
Physical Description: Race: Human
Hair: Red-gold
Eyes: Gold
Build: Athletic-slender
Clothes and Equipment: Hand crafted leather armor
Fur lined, brown cloak
Fur lined boots
Soft, white tunic and leggings
Compound Bow
Deer Antler Bow
Hand crafted arrows in a quiver
Two daggers
Formal described by post
Player's online availability : Unsure for now
Registered: Jan 13, 2015 13:21:30 GMT -8
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Post by Countess Camilla Blake on Oct 13, 2016 4:47:41 GMT -8
Time was a fleeting thing when you are in a place like the castle on a floating island that seems to be under the spell of a dead woman. But neither time nor enchantment had very much sway when the power flickered sporadically as it did in that moment. Camilla sat up with a low pitched scream, heart pounding as her wide eyes darted about the murky interior of the room. Her hand went to her belly as a cramp tore through her, and an immediate sweat began to pour.
No, no, no... Oh no... Where was she? How did she get there? Where was Blake?! Oh, gods, don't let the baby be hurt! She rolled from the stone slab and onto the floor, barely able to brace herself on her hands and knees as the pain caused her to shake all over. She gave another yell in her fear in confusion, and could be heard through the whole building. "Blake!" She yelled until she could yell no more and then curled up on the floor. She could not move any further, for movement caused agony.
"Blake..." she sobbed softy.
She felt the sudden sensation of warm fingers on her cheek and heard a hushing noise. Her eyes felt heavy again, she blinked a few times as if to fight it... The room flickered back to her dream state, she felt as if she lay on a soft, fur throw in front of a warm hearth. Calm swept over her, and she slept once more.
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Count Devrin Blake
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 269
Age: 28
Physical Description: Standing a little over 6 feet tall, Blake is tall for an air marine. He has rugged features, a light stubble, and straight brown hair. His single remaining eye is brown in color. He is in excellent shape being a military man.
Clothes and Equipment: Standard air marine captain's uniform, and a cutlass.
Registered: Mar 9, 2016 15:41:30 GMT -8
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Post by Count Devrin Blake on Oct 13, 2016 12:40:16 GMT -8
A shimmering portal appears in the sky perhaps a kilometer from the floating island. From this portal emerges the G.R.A. Intrepid and on board is Emahra Untyrid, Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént , and of course her Captain Count Blake. They had gotten less than three hours out from the Nireal when Echoes had appeared from thin air upon the deck. Shortly after that, the man had torn a hole between two points in space cutting a full day off their travel time. Blake urged the ship to move faster he could see the island and it just made him more anxious, Echoes's aid having done nothing to relieve his fear for his wife's safety. |
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Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént
Dedicated
Time and Space.
Roleplay posts: 426
Age: Yesterday.
Physical Description: Edward Laurént stands at 5'10. He has midlength black hair, and a clean shaven face. Previously his facial features were hard to remember, since he has begun wearing glasses they have become easier to recall. He looks to be in his late twenties, with a strong jaw, mid set cheek bones, straight narrow nose, and full lips. He appears to be in decent physical condition, though he is a bit pale.
Edwards eyes are an odd shade of blue, and they quite literally glow. With his glasses on, the glowing is the only remarkable thing about them. When you stare into his eyes when his glasses off though... it can be an odd experience. Staring into his eyes gives the impression that time has ceased to flow. Then you become aware of just how fast you are moving through the void of space. Most students avoid looking into his eyes.
OG Echoes: http://pre03.deviantart.net/a4ce/th/pre/i/2013/298/4/d/space_mage_by_axl99-d6ru3ej.jpg
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Clothes and Equipment: Previously Edward only owned one suit of clothing. He retains these clothes, as a sort of work uniform. His style of dress when working is odd. He wears: sturdy blue cotton pants, an over sized coat of some unknown material, a sweater with a hood sewn onto it, and a large scarf. Each piece of clothing fluctuates in state of repair, and cleanliness through the day. If these clothes were not so eccentric, he could easily be considered a beggar while wearing them.
Edward has begun to expand his wardrobe in recent months. His first new accessory is a pair of glasses. Unlike other time mages, Edward struggled with turning off his time sight, rather than turning it on. His glasses are enchanted to suppress it. When not working he tends to wear casual clothing. Loose white shirts, and simple leather leggings. He also has a handful of stylish, if simple mage robes for special occasions.
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Registered: Jan 27, 2016 14:17:35 GMT -8
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Post by Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént on Oct 13, 2016 12:44:45 GMT -8
Edward stood calmly upon the deck of the Intrepid his glasses tucked away in his breast pocket. He could see the branching futures in their infinite multitude, including the ones that end with violence from the dragon currently guarding Lady Camilla. The time mage was not a fighter by nature and had very little in the way of offensive capabilities, so the most prudent course of action was to plan ahead. The time mage begins gathering in energies plotting various stratagems to use in the event things became messy.
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