Ira, Demonlord of Wrath
Committed
Roleplay posts: 62 
Age: Ancient
Physical Description: He stands upwards of 20ft tall with bright red, angry skin. Massive muscles dominate his large frame. Unlike many of his fellow demon lords, Ira has no human form, instead, he shrinks down if he needs to interact with the lesser immortals or mortals, or fit through a door without destroying it.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears demonic plate mail (not shown in pic) all the time. It is black in color, with silver highlights. Dried blood is a frequent feature on it as well, the blood of those who make him angry, an easy task to accomplish. He wields a flaming sword, matched by a barbed whip used to retrieve those who attempt to flee after incurring his ire.
Registered: Oct 15, 2016 11:02:32 GMT -8
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Post by Ira, Demonlord of Wrath on Apr 7, 2017 9:20:40 GMT -8
The next blow would be blocked by the Herald, who brought its sword up effortlessly to catch the other warrior's sword. It spun about, letting the blades slide apart as it aimed to bisected Gatts at the hip.
All the while, Ira's voice echoed in his head: "Come now, that won'the win you the fight. My warriors have been fighting for almost as long as your race has existed. Use the rage inside you, give in to the power."
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 22, 2024 12:09:15 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Apr 7, 2017 11:04:40 GMT -8
... what a mess. She'd only managed to completely destroy a single building from the inside out and all this madness ensued whilst she was busy having fun. Demons. A witch. Warriors coming out of the wood-works. And now another dragon, that Enigma was descending upon to attack.
What in the world was going on here, she thought as she flapped her wings a time or two to shake off the excess water from the freak storm that left as quickly as it came.
Her neck moved to bring her head about, looking down on the ground to the engagement between a human warrior and one of the demons, while they were circled for this fight by more critters. She huffed and shook her head, dismissing it, and turned her attention about for more damage to be done... or perhaps to determine whether this was worth staying around to continue.
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Enigma
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 164
Age: 25 or 987
Physical Description: Human: Enigma appears to be a human male around the age of 25. He has jet black hair which falls just past his jawline. He has one light blue eye and one dark brown eye. He stands at 6'1'' with an average build, not as well muscled as a warrior or fighter would be.
Dragon: Enigma is a black dragon of imposing size in his full dragon form, which is around the size of a dragon approaching over one thousand years old. Enigma's eye colors are the same while in this form as they are in human form.
Dragon Species: European Dragon
Size: length - 70 ft height - 37 ft
Clothes and Equipment: In his human form Enigma wears whatever clothes is available to him. Whether these be simply rags or perhaps a nice set of leather it does not matter. The clothes he happens to be wearing at the time are destroyed when he enters dragon form either way.
Player's online availability : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dQw4w9WgXcQ
Registered: Aug 25, 2015 19:17:01 GMT -8
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Post by Enigma on Apr 7, 2017 11:27:30 GMT -8
Enigma decided against attacking the other dragon and would instead fly away with his wings because he was a dragon, and dragons could fly.
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Gatts
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 26
Physical Description: Gatts stands 6'7", his muscled and scarred body towering over most people. His hair is short, black, and messy as he never gets it cut proper, usually just hacking it off with a knife whenever it gets long. His right eye is missing, lost from an injury years ago, but his left is a bright green. His face is always shaped into a grimaced, angry look despite his emotion. His left hand is missing as well, cut off just below the elbow. He lost it in the same event that lost him his eye.
Clothes and Equipment: Gatts main form of attack is his massive sword. It stands just as tall as himself, being a slab of raw steel on a handle as much as a sword. He uses it to smash and cut his way through anything that tries to stop him. To supplement his sword he also has a number of other tricks up his sleeve. A belt of small throwing knives he is surprisingly accurate with, a dagger he keeps on his thigh for utility as well as attacking, and a small crossbow for anything too far to throw a knife at. His most destructive secondary weapon is definitely his iron left hand. Besides being able to use it to club anyone near him, inside the arm itself is a small single shot canon which at close range can destroy most anything.
As for armor he usually keeps pretty light to stay mobile. He wears a plated chest piece to protect his vitals but has no armor on his arms, keeping them bare and just shin guards on his legs so he can kick things without worrying about breaking a bone. Under the armor he wears simple but well fitting clothes that just about any commoner could get their hands on. He also carries a bag which he keeps any extra supplies in such as food, water, matches, and gunpowder for his hand.
Player's online availability : Most days over the next month. Patchy on my time between semesters.
Registered: Apr 4, 2017 9:33:08 GMT -8
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Post by Gatts on Apr 7, 2017 14:14:46 GMT -8
Gatts buried his sword in the ground between himself and the oncoming blade. They smashed together hard enough to rattle the feeling out of his arm. His bones ached from the power behind these swings but he didn't let himself be intimidated. He pushed off his sword like it were a pole vault and rammed his fist into the demons face, using his other hand to pull the drawstring which set off his canon. He didn't drop his hand away first and so it blew his false hand apart, turning it into more shrapnel to add to the lethal impact of the already explosive canon shot.
He landed on his feet next to his sword. "Don't tell me what to do you ugly fucker. Get out of my head and try standing in front of my sword." He grit his teeth and clenched his muscles, yanking his sword back out of the ground with his one remaining hand and threw it over his shoulder.
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Patrick of Belltower [ dead ]
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 30s
Physical Description: 5' 2''
heavy build
dull grey eyes
strong shoulders.
patrick was born into the position of herald to an accomplished knight.
he worked his way through half the jobs in Belltower being stuck in a rut for several years as assistant to the master of hounds. till he was deemed skilled enough to be diplomate for the modestly sized and out of the way keep, thanks to his efforts an olive trade was created they would exchange cheeses for the haerto untasted exotic fruit. the new delicacy was deemed
sensational by the count. the keep burned down shortly after from an unexplained oil fire. C;
the mud of many roads is thick upon his boots as patrick of [the now destroyed] Belltower Keep, arrives in a town skirting these dark woods. Patrick begins looking around for a place that he could and his hounds could bed down in for the night. within a short while he has located a suitably cheap establishment.
Clothes and Equipment: linen trousers and a raged leather apron
using a hafted pikestaff as a walking stick, a two handed woodsman's axe slung behind his hip three large lean yellow hounds trail behind him.
a pack full of vegetables slung over strong shoulders.
Registered: Apr 5, 2017 13:43:45 GMT -8
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Post by Patrick of Belltower [ dead ] on Apr 7, 2017 15:29:08 GMT -8
two powerfuly built hounds spring from the wreckage on ether side of Gatts just as his sword slides into place one leaping to clamp down just above the shattered remains of the warriors false hand the other sidling up and leaping for his real one aiming get passed the aria in which massive great-sword could be physically used while a third and larger one rushes his legs diagonaly from behind and on his blind side aiming to pull the mans armored legs out from under him
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Lum'Valia
Dedicated
Normally a dragon, sometimes an angel, always good.
Roleplay posts: 325 
Age: 1248
Physical Description: 128 feet long from head to tail. Her eyes which are usually half lidded glow silver. Her scales are a bright white that glows with energy and her massive wings are covered in alabaster feathers. She is a dragon so of course, she is unspeakable beautiful like a work of art.
Her voice is a difficult thing to described. It is a languid thing low and sonorous. Each word she speaks seems to be set to some unheard melody and those who hear her voice often get wrapped up in it. It's almost as though everything she says is part of a comforting lullaby from your childhood wrapping you up making you feel safe.
She specializes in light and holy magics, and her breath attack is a torrent of purifying white flame. Her flame attacks not the body but the soul purging and cleansing evil on a spiritual level. Her flame can turn someone who has been led astray back to the path of good and destroy those who are truly evil. She of course also has all the fearsome physical capabilities of her kind.
In her angelic form, she is lovely. Standing at roughly 5'8 with a slim and curvaceous figure. Her skin is a glowing alabaster and she has large wings with ivory feathers. Her hair is a lustrous silver color and spills down to her mid back. Her features are delicate, with high cheek bones, a pert nose, full lips, and beautiful silver eyes. Currently, she is in her human form, which looks identical to her angelic form but with red hair, and eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Dragons don't need gear.
Registered: Nov 26, 2015 20:26:13 GMT -8
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Post by Lum'Valia on Apr 7, 2017 17:58:54 GMT -8
Lum is saved from Enigma's attack from sheer obliviousness, she'd inadvertently dodged when she wheeled off suddenly to help Wendy and apparently the black dragon decided to take his leave after that. (Sorry Enigma, I think I glossed over your post because I thought you were dealing with the humans.) The female black dragon is still around but Lum decides to leave her alone, hoping she will follow after the male.
The demons were more or less handled, the ones in the rune formation were safe for the moment but when that broke they would be burned away like the rest. With that in mind her attention turns to the victims of the demons and the dragoness begins looking for the wounded touching her nose to them to heal those who can be saved.
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Raoul Ferdinand
Dedicated
King of Prospernalia
Roleplay posts: 235
Physical Description: Tall and lean, with his dark, unkempt hair and dark blue eyes, Raul cuts a striking figure. He has strong, broad shoulders and long limbs, obviously accustomed to hard work.
Clothes and Equipment: He typically wears rough, sturdy clothing, stained with dust from the road, and several days' worth of stubble. Despite this, his equipment is immaculately maintained, the mark of a man that lives and dies by his tools. His primary weapon seems to be a large recurved bow, a composite of horn and wood so powerful that it requires extraordinary strength to string, or even pull. He also carries several harpoons, perhaps for hunting large game. His heavy, scaled armor is woven with protective wards.
Registered: Mar 28, 2017 21:15:23 GMT -8
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Post by Raoul Ferdinand on Apr 7, 2017 19:51:12 GMT -8
The fighting was calming now. Mostly because there were few fighters left. One dragon down, most of the demons wiped away. The few that remained seemed to be circling some kind of champion duel. And now the third dragon was nosing at the wounded. Damn it. The one in the circle looked like a fighter. Maybe there was still a chance to turn this thing around. Raoul began circling back, always dashing from cover to cover. He had scored a real hit on the dragon with his first shot, and it would not be too many more before it dropped whatever it was doing and started looking for him in earnest. That would leave Gatts alone out there. Ideally, the circle would be broken by then. He began targeting the demons in the circle more. It shouldn’t take much, should it? Raoul was no wizard, but breaking the circle must accomplish something, right? And through it all, he eyed Lum'Valia , lining up the next shot. When he found his angle, he leaned from behind a tree and loosed, the hollow bleeder arrow streaking to the beast’s shoulder joint, just where its wing joined its body. |
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Tandor Somerland
Established
Aepessa's Bane, Smasher of Eggs, Defiler of Lairs
Roleplay posts: 14
Age: 35
Physical Description: Tandor stands a towering 6'5, weighing a powerful 210 lbs. He is a strong, fearsome man with unyielding natural strength. He has dirty-blonde hair and blue eyes. A noticeable scar runs down his right eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Tandros wears light mail armor with red garments. A flowing red cape hangs from his shoulders.
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Dragonlance: An impressive weapon, the head of which is said to be made of reinforced dragonbone (although it's entirely theoretical). With enough force the lance can even puncture dragon scales.
Blessing of Ehros: A blessed ring of Ehros, one of the chief deities in Tandor's religion. The ring grants him enhanced strength, necessary for fighting dragons.
Baug's Bane: A special gauntlet worn on Tandor's left hand, capable of casting magical spells.
--Chainlink: A magical chain that extends from the gauntlet, whose end acts like a grappling hook. It's main intention is to grab onto a dragon's wing.
--Shield: A bubble-like shield that forms around Tandor to protect him from dragons breath.
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Firefly: Firefly is Tandor's personal mount. The great yellow-eyed, black steed unfurls dragon-like wings in times of combat, faithfully carrying his rider into combat. The mythical creature is capable of soaring through the skies very fast.
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Registered: Apr 4, 2017 15:30:25 GMT -8
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Post by Tandor Somerland on Apr 8, 2017 8:58:21 GMT -8
Tandor's winged steed continued to soar towards @aepessa. His left gauntlet, Baug's Bane, had started to hum with energy, building up its potential. In his right hand he held Dragonlance, the sun piercing off of its tip. Sweeping above Aepessa at an angle he cast his spell from the gauntlet.
A magical, light blue chain shot out towards Aepeass'a wing. The ethereal links were meant to 'grab' the wing if successful, wherein Tandor could pull with all his might. Thanks to his ring, the Blessing of Ehros, Tandor could match Aepessa's strength and hopefully pull her away from the town - or perhaps even rip a hole in her wing.
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Gatts
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 26
Physical Description: Gatts stands 6'7", his muscled and scarred body towering over most people. His hair is short, black, and messy as he never gets it cut proper, usually just hacking it off with a knife whenever it gets long. His right eye is missing, lost from an injury years ago, but his left is a bright green. His face is always shaped into a grimaced, angry look despite his emotion. His left hand is missing as well, cut off just below the elbow. He lost it in the same event that lost him his eye.
Clothes and Equipment: Gatts main form of attack is his massive sword. It stands just as tall as himself, being a slab of raw steel on a handle as much as a sword. He uses it to smash and cut his way through anything that tries to stop him. To supplement his sword he also has a number of other tricks up his sleeve. A belt of small throwing knives he is surprisingly accurate with, a dagger he keeps on his thigh for utility as well as attacking, and a small crossbow for anything too far to throw a knife at. His most destructive secondary weapon is definitely his iron left hand. Besides being able to use it to club anyone near him, inside the arm itself is a small single shot canon which at close range can destroy most anything.
As for armor he usually keeps pretty light to stay mobile. He wears a plated chest piece to protect his vitals but has no armor on his arms, keeping them bare and just shin guards on his legs so he can kick things without worrying about breaking a bone. Under the armor he wears simple but well fitting clothes that just about any commoner could get their hands on. He also carries a bag which he keeps any extra supplies in such as food, water, matches, and gunpowder for his hand.
Player's online availability : Most days over the next month. Patchy on my time between semesters.
Registered: Apr 4, 2017 9:33:08 GMT -8
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Post by Gatts on Apr 8, 2017 12:17:34 GMT -8
Gatts grunted as one of the hounds pulled his arm, yanking him off balance. He yanked his arm and the leather braces holding his false arm on snapped, freeing him. He hopped away from the dogs and pointed his sword at the three of them.
"Can't you see I'm busy you filthy mutts. Give me back my arm before I smash you three to bits." He bared his teeth and growled at them like a dog would have and swung for the nearest of the three, hoping to cleave it clean in half and scare off the other two.
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Patrick of Belltower [ dead ]
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 30s
Physical Description: 5' 2''
heavy build
dull grey eyes
strong shoulders.
patrick was born into the position of herald to an accomplished knight.
he worked his way through half the jobs in Belltower being stuck in a rut for several years as assistant to the master of hounds. till he was deemed skilled enough to be diplomate for the modestly sized and out of the way keep, thanks to his efforts an olive trade was created they would exchange cheeses for the haerto untasted exotic fruit. the new delicacy was deemed
sensational by the count. the keep burned down shortly after from an unexplained oil fire. C;
the mud of many roads is thick upon his boots as patrick of [the now destroyed] Belltower Keep, arrives in a town skirting these dark woods. Patrick begins looking around for a place that he could and his hounds could bed down in for the night. within a short while he has located a suitably cheap establishment.
Clothes and Equipment: linen trousers and a raged leather apron
using a hafted pikestaff as a walking stick, a two handed woodsman's axe slung behind his hip three large lean yellow hounds trail behind him.
a pack full of vegetables slung over strong shoulders.
Registered: Apr 5, 2017 13:43:45 GMT -8
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Post by Patrick of Belltower [ dead ] on Apr 8, 2017 19:39:09 GMT -8
the sheer size of gatts' weapon prevents proper retreat but creatures of such tightly coiled muscles are fast on their feet and it makes a pass and duck round the back of gatts' legs keeping low to the ground and close to the swordsman where the mass of steel wielded by its opponent is least practical in both its leverage and limited in its maneuverability due to its forward heavy design and great length snapping at the mans rear as it dose so. should it succeed in latching on it will haul backwards to try and pull a man down. the other of the first hounds [still holding the pilfered arm] now wary of gatts' impeccable speed at least in drawing such a weapon begins to circle loping along just within reach of the sword but still within parameters where a quick bound could take it out of reach of the now one armed swordsman. while the most massive adjusts trajectory lest there competitor make a carry-through on his swing, it rushes in from the blind side aimed for relatively unarmored ankles. furthermore it has as of yet gone unchecked and is just within its goal its goal.
as to the answer of gatts rather aggressive question it seems linguistic answered will be limited to snarls, and that these animals are going to rely on physical interactions to convey there rather aggressive response.
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Gatts
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 26
Physical Description: Gatts stands 6'7", his muscled and scarred body towering over most people. His hair is short, black, and messy as he never gets it cut proper, usually just hacking it off with a knife whenever it gets long. His right eye is missing, lost from an injury years ago, but his left is a bright green. His face is always shaped into a grimaced, angry look despite his emotion. His left hand is missing as well, cut off just below the elbow. He lost it in the same event that lost him his eye.
Clothes and Equipment: Gatts main form of attack is his massive sword. It stands just as tall as himself, being a slab of raw steel on a handle as much as a sword. He uses it to smash and cut his way through anything that tries to stop him. To supplement his sword he also has a number of other tricks up his sleeve. A belt of small throwing knives he is surprisingly accurate with, a dagger he keeps on his thigh for utility as well as attacking, and a small crossbow for anything too far to throw a knife at. His most destructive secondary weapon is definitely his iron left hand. Besides being able to use it to club anyone near him, inside the arm itself is a small single shot canon which at close range can destroy most anything.
As for armor he usually keeps pretty light to stay mobile. He wears a plated chest piece to protect his vitals but has no armor on his arms, keeping them bare and just shin guards on his legs so he can kick things without worrying about breaking a bone. Under the armor he wears simple but well fitting clothes that just about any commoner could get their hands on. He also carries a bag which he keeps any extra supplies in such as food, water, matches, and gunpowder for his hand.
Player's online availability : Most days over the next month. Patchy on my time between semesters.
Registered: Apr 4, 2017 9:33:08 GMT -8
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Post by Gatts on Apr 9, 2017 4:19:31 GMT -8
Gatts grunts as the two dogs sink their teeth into him. His sword strike misses and buries itself in the ground so instead he lets go of the handle and bites onto it, refusing to be separated from his weapon. He uses his now free hand to grab his knife from his leg and stabs it downwards towards the top of the dog that had a hold of his ankle, trying to stab through the side of it's head through the eye.
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Patrick of Belltower [ dead ]
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 30s
Physical Description: 5' 2''
heavy build
dull grey eyes
strong shoulders.
patrick was born into the position of herald to an accomplished knight.
he worked his way through half the jobs in Belltower being stuck in a rut for several years as assistant to the master of hounds. till he was deemed skilled enough to be diplomate for the modestly sized and out of the way keep, thanks to his efforts an olive trade was created they would exchange cheeses for the haerto untasted exotic fruit. the new delicacy was deemed
sensational by the count. the keep burned down shortly after from an unexplained oil fire. C;
the mud of many roads is thick upon his boots as patrick of [the now destroyed] Belltower Keep, arrives in a town skirting these dark woods. Patrick begins looking around for a place that he could and his hounds could bed down in for the night. within a short while he has located a suitably cheap establishment.
Clothes and Equipment: linen trousers and a raged leather apron
using a hafted pikestaff as a walking stick, a two handed woodsman's axe slung behind his hip three large lean yellow hounds trail behind him.
a pack full of vegetables slung over strong shoulders.
Registered: Apr 5, 2017 13:43:45 GMT -8
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Post by Patrick of Belltower [ dead ] on Apr 9, 2017 10:02:43 GMT -8
As Gatts' goes for his knife and bites down on the grip of his sword, the hound circling him lunges for his extended neck.
it does so from the side bearing his remaining arm, [ the opposite side as the hound which has a hold on his ankle ].
when gatts' makes a swipe for the hound gripping his ankle [ think a vicious version of Marmaduke ] the dog teeth still locked firmly on, twists behind the gatts' with far more than enough force to destroy the ankle of the average soldier, and likely shredding gatts' already punctured ligament.
coupled with the work of the other hound with a hold on gatts the knife misses its mark by inches its blade cleaves one of the dogs ears clean off along with a thick strip of skin and flesh from its brow.
meanwhile the one behind gatts' with a hold on his ass begins yanking and tearing attempting to rend of as much flesh as possible and keep the veritable giant off balance.
just at that moment gatts' hears a whistling sound as a mid sized pumpkin hurtles through the air aimed for his knee
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 22, 2024 12:09:15 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Apr 9, 2017 10:36:53 GMT -8
Tandor's winged steed continued to soar towards @aepessa . His left gauntlet, Baug's Bane, had started to hum with energy, building up its potential. In his right hand he held Dragonlance, the sun piercing off of its tip. Sweeping above Aepessa at an angle he cast his spell from the gauntlet. A magical, light blue chain shot out towards Aepeass'a wing. The ethereal links were meant to 'grab' the wing if successful, wherein Tandor could pull with all his might. Thanks to his ring, the Blessing of Ehros, Tandor could match Aepessa's strength and hopefully pull her away from the town - or perhaps even rip a hole in her wing.
But the momentum was enough to dislodge her from the tower and send her falling down to crash to the roads in the town - her weight perhaps a little more than he bargained for compared to a game of simple tug of war via strength. The warrior might find himself yanked from his mount, or both of them pulled down in turn. |
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Lum'Valia
Dedicated
Normally a dragon, sometimes an angel, always good.
Roleplay posts: 325
Age: 1248
Physical Description: 128 feet long from head to tail. Her eyes which are usually half lidded glow silver. Her scales are a bright white that glows with energy and her massive wings are covered in alabaster feathers. She is a dragon so of course, she is unspeakable beautiful like a work of art.
Her voice is a difficult thing to described. It is a languid thing low and sonorous. Each word she speaks seems to be set to some unheard melody and those who hear her voice often get wrapped up in it. It's almost as though everything she says is part of a comforting lullaby from your childhood wrapping you up making you feel safe.
She specializes in light and holy magics, and her breath attack is a torrent of purifying white flame. Her flame attacks not the body but the soul purging and cleansing evil on a spiritual level. Her flame can turn someone who has been led astray back to the path of good and destroy those who are truly evil. She of course also has all the fearsome physical capabilities of her kind.
In her angelic form, she is lovely. Standing at roughly 5'8 with a slim and curvaceous figure. Her skin is a glowing alabaster and she has large wings with ivory feathers. Her hair is a lustrous silver color and spills down to her mid back. Her features are delicate, with high cheek bones, a pert nose, full lips, and beautiful silver eyes. Currently, she is in her human form, which looks identical to her angelic form but with red hair, and eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Dragons don't need gear.
Registered: Nov 26, 2015 20:26:13 GMT -8
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Post by Lum'Valia on Apr 9, 2017 10:47:38 GMT -8
Trying to take down an eighty-foot dragon with unenchanted arrows was akin to trying to fill a bucket with drips of water, while technically possible it wasn't going to happen quickly. With her wings closed and folded Raoul's target was rather small and a slight shift by Lum caused it to hit just left of the target and plink harmlessly off her glowing white scales. Lum didn't even seem to notice.
From the wreckage a woman stood up after having a grievous chest wound closed by the holy dragon, she looks up at Lum with frightened but grateful eyes and the great white beast lowers her head and says in her odd sonorous voice. "I hate to be a bother, but could you pull the arrow from my eye. It's quite irritating." The woman gives a wordless nod and Lum lowers her head letting the woman yank the shaft Raul had sunk earlier free from the delicate flesh, a trickle of silvery red blood flows but she closes the wound with a sigh of relief. "Thank you, dear." She says before raising her head.
"There is still a dragon about and some demons who I can't handle just yet, find who you can and get to safety." The holy dragon orders before lumbering over to the next batch of wounded villagers. The damage wasn't that bad fortunately the two dragons had only destroyed a building or two a piece and she'd dealt with the demons before they could complete overrun the village. A lot of people were hurt and there were fires to put out, but the village should be able to recover.
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Gatts
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 26
Physical Description: Gatts stands 6'7", his muscled and scarred body towering over most people. His hair is short, black, and messy as he never gets it cut proper, usually just hacking it off with a knife whenever it gets long. His right eye is missing, lost from an injury years ago, but his left is a bright green. His face is always shaped into a grimaced, angry look despite his emotion. His left hand is missing as well, cut off just below the elbow. He lost it in the same event that lost him his eye.
Clothes and Equipment: Gatts main form of attack is his massive sword. It stands just as tall as himself, being a slab of raw steel on a handle as much as a sword. He uses it to smash and cut his way through anything that tries to stop him. To supplement his sword he also has a number of other tricks up his sleeve. A belt of small throwing knives he is surprisingly accurate with, a dagger he keeps on his thigh for utility as well as attacking, and a small crossbow for anything too far to throw a knife at. His most destructive secondary weapon is definitely his iron left hand. Besides being able to use it to club anyone near him, inside the arm itself is a small single shot canon which at close range can destroy most anything.
As for armor he usually keeps pretty light to stay mobile. He wears a plated chest piece to protect his vitals but has no armor on his arms, keeping them bare and just shin guards on his legs so he can kick things without worrying about breaking a bone. Under the armor he wears simple but well fitting clothes that just about any commoner could get their hands on. He also carries a bag which he keeps any extra supplies in such as food, water, matches, and gunpowder for his hand.
Player's online availability : Most days over the next month. Patchy on my time between semesters.
Registered: Apr 4, 2017 9:33:08 GMT -8
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Post by Gatts on Apr 9, 2017 12:15:48 GMT -8
Gatts gives up on the stabbing and instead starts just bludgeoning any of the dogs as soon as they got within arms reach of him. He kicked at the dog ripping at his ankle and elbowed the one biting him from behind. He managed to get his bad arm between his neck and the dog leaping for it. He bit hard on his sword to keep from screaming but fought with all his strength. Even weaponless he had enough strength to kill and he was enraged, pulling no hits.
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Tandor Somerland
Established
Aepessa's Bane, Smasher of Eggs, Defiler of Lairs
Roleplay posts: 14
Age: 35
Physical Description: Tandor stands a towering 6'5, weighing a powerful 210 lbs. He is a strong, fearsome man with unyielding natural strength. He has dirty-blonde hair and blue eyes. A noticeable scar runs down his right eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Tandros wears light mail armor with red garments. A flowing red cape hangs from his shoulders.
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Dragonlance: An impressive weapon, the head of which is said to be made of reinforced dragonbone (although it's entirely theoretical). With enough force the lance can even puncture dragon scales.
Blessing of Ehros: A blessed ring of Ehros, one of the chief deities in Tandor's religion. The ring grants him enhanced strength, necessary for fighting dragons.
Baug's Bane: A special gauntlet worn on Tandor's left hand, capable of casting magical spells.
--Chainlink: A magical chain that extends from the gauntlet, whose end acts like a grappling hook. It's main intention is to grab onto a dragon's wing.
--Shield: A bubble-like shield that forms around Tandor to protect him from dragons breath.
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Firefly: Firefly is Tandor's personal mount. The great yellow-eyed, black steed unfurls dragon-like wings in times of combat, faithfully carrying his rider into combat. The mythical creature is capable of soaring through the skies very fast.
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Registered: Apr 4, 2017 15:30:25 GMT -8
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Post by Tandor Somerland on Apr 9, 2017 14:41:20 GMT -8
@aepessa reacted quickly to Tandor's attack, which was to be expected. At least he got her attention. She fell off of the tower and into the roads of the town. As her maw reached around to bite and yank the chain, Tandor released his magical hold and the ethereal chain faded away. Firefly cut a sharp turn and came around to start his descent upon the ground. As they started to do so Tandor started to recharge his gauntlet, and drew his Dragonlance. He would ride full speed towards Aepessa, with couched lance and channeled magic.
Dragonlance would not break against dragon scale or flesh. With enough force it could crack, pierce, or lodge itself into Aepessa's scales, and this was all possible thanks to his ring, the Blessing of Ehros.
"Leave this town," Tandor cried out in the chaos, "flee here and live, or stay and die!" The Dragonslayer offered the great beast a chance to flee.
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Ira, Demonlord of Wrath
Committed
Roleplay posts: 62
Age: Ancient
Physical Description: He stands upwards of 20ft tall with bright red, angry skin. Massive muscles dominate his large frame. Unlike many of his fellow demon lords, Ira has no human form, instead, he shrinks down if he needs to interact with the lesser immortals or mortals, or fit through a door without destroying it.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears demonic plate mail (not shown in pic) all the time. It is black in color, with silver highlights. Dried blood is a frequent feature on it as well, the blood of those who make him angry, an easy task to accomplish. He wields a flaming sword, matched by a barbed whip used to retrieve those who attempt to flee after incurring his ire.
Registered: Oct 15, 2016 11:02:32 GMT -8
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Post by Ira, Demonlord of Wrath on Apr 10, 2017 5:01:41 GMT -8
The Herald was blown apart by the cannon, the rest of the daemons disappearing as soon as it did, the rune disintegrating and allowing the Hounds to spring up.
(OOC: Daemons gone. Would have had the fight go longer but since the stuff with the Hounds occurred I had to make the rune disappear. The rune prevented anyone from interfering as the Hounds did. They should not have been able to jump in. But they did, so I am rolling with it.)
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Patrick of Belltower [ dead ]
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 30s
Physical Description: 5' 2''
heavy build
dull grey eyes
strong shoulders.
patrick was born into the position of herald to an accomplished knight.
he worked his way through half the jobs in Belltower being stuck in a rut for several years as assistant to the master of hounds. till he was deemed skilled enough to be diplomate for the modestly sized and out of the way keep, thanks to his efforts an olive trade was created they would exchange cheeses for the haerto untasted exotic fruit. the new delicacy was deemed
sensational by the count. the keep burned down shortly after from an unexplained oil fire. C;
the mud of many roads is thick upon his boots as patrick of [the now destroyed] Belltower Keep, arrives in a town skirting these dark woods. Patrick begins looking around for a place that he could and his hounds could bed down in for the night. within a short while he has located a suitably cheap establishment.
Clothes and Equipment: linen trousers and a raged leather apron
using a hafted pikestaff as a walking stick, a two handed woodsman's axe slung behind his hip three large lean yellow hounds trail behind him.
a pack full of vegetables slung over strong shoulders.
Registered: Apr 5, 2017 13:43:45 GMT -8
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Post by Patrick of Belltower [ dead ] on Apr 10, 2017 10:15:00 GMT -8
ooc: sorry ira. figured they could have just been laying low in the rubble till the fight ended and they could pick off the winner.
and i thought the daemons had just used themselves as a physical protective circle, i did not realize it was magic
i should have asked if you where cool with it
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Patrick of Belltower [ dead ]
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 30s
Physical Description: 5' 2''
heavy build
dull grey eyes
strong shoulders.
patrick was born into the position of herald to an accomplished knight.
he worked his way through half the jobs in Belltower being stuck in a rut for several years as assistant to the master of hounds. till he was deemed skilled enough to be diplomate for the modestly sized and out of the way keep, thanks to his efforts an olive trade was created they would exchange cheeses for the haerto untasted exotic fruit. the new delicacy was deemed
sensational by the count. the keep burned down shortly after from an unexplained oil fire. C;
the mud of many roads is thick upon his boots as patrick of [the now destroyed] Belltower Keep, arrives in a town skirting these dark woods. Patrick begins looking around for a place that he could and his hounds could bed down in for the night. within a short while he has located a suitably cheap establishment.
Clothes and Equipment: linen trousers and a raged leather apron
using a hafted pikestaff as a walking stick, a two handed woodsman's axe slung behind his hip three large lean yellow hounds trail behind him.
a pack full of vegetables slung over strong shoulders.
Registered: Apr 5, 2017 13:43:45 GMT -8
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Post by Patrick of Belltower [ dead ] on Apr 10, 2017 21:07:24 GMT -8
kicking with the force of a pack mule gatts manages to take the monstrous beast which had a hold on his leg by surprise and shakes himself from its grasp. the highly trained attacker with the blood from gatts' leg pouring from its mouth along with some of its own from any teeth that where wrenched out from gatts' retaliation, hops over gatts' leg, to stand by its companion [still tearing away at there enemies hind quarters] and bounds up on gatts' back where it makes a bone crushing snap at the back of the worriers neck trying to sever his spinal column.
Gatts' jerks his elbow back into the forehead of the dog munching its way into his rump, putting a bloody split in the meat between its eyes and a deep crack in the skull beneath. unfortunately for gatts the dog does not let go and the sheer power of his strike pushes the animal backwards serving to further strip apart his own flesh. when gatts slams his elbow into the dog behind him the one with its mouth around his arm uses the closed proximity to scrabble at the ground, giving repeated mid air yanks on gatts' arm. Its' goal is to gain enough grip on the ground to get a proper pull on the limb between its jaws, fighting to not simply be flung about it maintains focusing mainly on keeping traction that allows it to stop from being slammed against the planted sword blade.
blood and meat from gatts and the heavily bleeding head wounds of the hounds lends further decoration to the already blood soaked battlefield.
ooc: [ ya didnt respond about it so i guess the pumpkin just breaks apart and does not accomplish much then? ]
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Registered: Nov 22, 2024 12:09:15 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2017 14:32:18 GMT -8
A very peeved dragon would scramble for a moment to roll back over onto her claws and fix her flopping wings to stretch them well overhead in a threatening display as she bared her teeth at the slayer - stubborn as expected of her kind, she wasn't one to stand down from the threat of a human. No way.
"The only one dying will be you if you don't leave!" she screeches before roaring in his direction - making the purple glow of her potential crystalline breath clear to see. She was preparing to attack - waiting for an opportune moment for the man upon his flying steed to come within range.
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