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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Post by Tandor Somerland on Apr 12, 2017 14:58:14 GMT -8
Tandor continued to charge his gauntlet as his steed pushed ever onward towards @aepessa . As they started to close in Firefly spread his dragon-like wings outward and the duo bolted up into the sky, as if to soar straight over Aepessa. The Dragonslayer could feel the magic charging in Baug's Bane and gripped Dragonlance with profound determination. The Blessing of Ehros gave him all the strength he needed to fight this great beast.
"It pains me to see such majestic creatures like yourself stoop this low!" There was compassion in Tandor's battle-frenzied dialogue, and he may have wished to see the dragon leave and change her ways. He hoped that somewhere inside of her she could see the chance to redeem herself...
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Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2017 15:29:43 GMT -8
Aepessa would make a snap at the tail of the animal as it went over her head, just missing it as it took to the skies again. She let out a snarl as it took the air, and a strong leap with the downward pull of her massive wings would bring her to chase after Tandor Somerland and his mount. Now this became a sky battle for the moment.
"You're the one interfering with my fun, stupid human!" she snaps, looking to try and take another bite of the mount once she managed to get close.
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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 12, 2017 16:29:06 GMT -8
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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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Post by Tandor Somerland on Apr 13, 2017 17:07:19 GMT -8
Firefly's eyes widened as it felt the hot breath coming from @aepessa. She did manage to snip a few hairs from the tail; it was more than enough to startle her. But as Aepessa came back to snap at Firefly, Tandor made his next move. He slid off of his mount with well-trained ease, coming down on Aepessa's upper back. He used all of his force to drive Dragonlance down between two scales, combined with gravity and the Blessing of Ehros. Without the combined charging speed of Firefly, he would not have enough effort to drive the lance straight through the scales, but he at least had enough downward momentum to do some damage, or so he hoped.
Regardless of the success or failure, he also released the charge on Baug's Bane to send an ethereal chain on Aepessa's neck. Obviously, the scales on her neck were much more resilient than the softer tissue found on her wings, so there was no damage to be done here. The spell was simply intended to 'grab' onto Aepessa so that Tandor would not fall off.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2017 21:07:16 GMT -8
Feeling the man slip along her neck to her shoulders made her wings flap madly to stop her mid flight and keep her hovering - head looking to swivel about and get a better view of the filthy human. She felt the weapon lodge between her scales and let out a very loud roar to clearly vocalize her anger.
A simple aerial roll should dislodge him - or at least, it would have if the chain hadn't been created. But she made the barrel roll anyways, neck curling to bring her head around as she tried to take a snap whenever she righted herself in mid flight. She WAS going to dislodge this pesky thing one way or another.
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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 15, 2017 10:38:56 GMT -8
Tandor gritted his teeth as the lance chocked itself between the scales. @aepessa began to barrel roll afterwards, throwing Tandor off balance and 'falling' from the dragon's back. He would have plummeted to the earth and died an embarrassing death were it not for Baug's Bane. The sickness of the motion kicked in and Tandor grunted as he tried to fight it, but to no avail; nevertheless he held on for a few more seconds...
He released his ethereal chain; gravity and the motion of Aepessa dislodged the lance and the Dragonslayer fell several feet before finding himself sliding into the saddle of Firefly, then rapidly zipping in a diagonal-downward fashion to flee from Aepessa. Baug's Bane hummed once more with magical energy as Tandor looked back to see if Aepessa would follow.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2017 20:04:04 GMT -8
Aepessa took a moment to right herself in the air, a little unbalanced as the sudden weight on her shoulders disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. Her head whipped around to try and find the pesky human - once again, upon the flying mount and headed for the ground.
Her orange eyes would meet those of Tandor Somerland for a brief moment before her maw opened again - this time, a powerful surge of energy screeched upon launch. The beam of purple crystal creation would blast directly for the ground, hoping to catch the mount as it turned in the pattern of flight it took and completely obliterate the pair to leave nothing but a monument of crystal on the ground.
IF she managed to shoot them out of the sky, of course.
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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 21, 2017 16:47:15 GMT -8
Aepessa surely followed, and when Tandor discovered this he pulled hard on Fireflys reins and turned about, heading full speed towards the dragon. Baug's Bane hummed with magical energy and then Aepessa let forth a spectacular surge of energy. It was beautiful: dragon's breath; Tandor always thought so. He unleashed the secondary spell Baug's Bane was capabale of, creating an invisible shield - almost like a force field in the shape of a sphere - around his person and that of Firefly. Aepessa's energy hit the transparent sphere and was redirected elsewhere. All the while Firefly continued heading for Aepessa's maw, and Tandor held his lance at the ready...
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Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2017 16:59:35 GMT -8
Due to the nature of the breath, it wouldn't redirect or bounce - but it certainly crystallized only to shatter into fine mineral dust to shower to the streets below. It would be a beautiful sight if it wasn't for the situation. Her jaw clamped shut, cutting off the beam and revealing the fact that Tandor was nearly upon her - completely unharmed.
"Out of the sky, human!" she shrieks, prepared to lash her head forward in an attempt to take a bite of the rider should he get close enough. Risky, indeed, with the weapon of his at the ready but she was confident she could rip him from his saddle.
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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 21, 2017 17:09:59 GMT -8
Aepessa's breath attack, as beautiful as it was, disappeared and Tandor came face to face with the winged creature. What could a dragon do but bite now? It was the only obvious action, presenting Tandor with the chance he had been waiting for. As she opened her great maw and came to take a bite out of the rider, Firefly quickly launched Tandor off of him with great force, sending him into Aepessa's maw quicker than she might have expected. And spearheading this motion was none other than Dragonlance, aimed at an angle that would penetrate the upper-inside of her mouth and push its way to her brain. The Blessing of Ehros would drive the mythical lance as far as it could.
Dragonlance had already proved capable of puncturing Aepessa's scales, so it should have no problem puncturing and penetrating far into soft tissue.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2017 17:52:06 GMT -8
She hadn't expected the sudden lunge from the human, and paid for it. Her voice cut in a strangled sound before utter silence - the spear piercing through the soft tissue of her mouth and up into her head.
Her wings went limp, and she was sent plummeting to the ground - crashing hard in a lifeless pile of limbs and wings and scales with her eyes wide open and completely unfocused.
Seems the young dragon had been killed.
(Peace.)
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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 21, 2017 17:56:27 GMT -8
patrick makes note of the new potential found in a dragons corpse
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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 24, 2017 12:56:07 GMT -8
Tandor was instantly drenched in warm blood as Dragonlance pierced Aepessa's brain. The winged beast started to fall with Tandor still inside the mouth. The Dragonslayer grimaced, trying to steady himself. He grabbed the dragon's jaws and gums, pulling himself out of her mouth. Wind smacked into him as he started to free-fall, but fortunately Firefly was nearby. He reached out and grabbed the saddle of the winged steed, who in turn struggled to pull him up and break his fall. Down below Aepessa's lifeless corpse crashed unceremoniously into the earth. Tandor looked away, ashamed that such a thing occurred. If she had only listened to reason. Firefly carried Tandor down to the ground, where he retrieved Dragonlance from Aepessa's mouth. He started to wipe the blood and tissue from the lance. When he was finished he placed one hand on Aepessa's nose, closed his eyes and said a prayer to Ehros. He shed a tear and asked for forgiveness. Surely the gods would understand. The bones, scales, blood, horns, and talons could be used. Such things were rare materials... materials that Tandor wanted. If Patrick of Belltower [ dead ] looked his way he would cast him a defensive glare, warding him away from the corpse. |
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
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She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Apr 25, 2017 11:59:36 GMT -8
Several hundred feet above the now smoldering ruins that had previously been Sugar Hollow, the outline of Grandma materialized. Her deeply colored purple robes fluttered as she directed her gaze down on what was left of the quaint little town. Although she had expected destruction, she had assumed it to have been caused by a fight between Xel’rath and the strange Imp she had met here…
Instead, she found destruction caused by a variety of other causes. Both holy and unholy energies had been a part of the battle in this town. What had been the catalyst for such a large fight in such a secluded village? Aepessa’s lifeless body and the man cleaning his lance beside it peaked Grandma’s curiosity. Her first thought was that the man was a dragon slayer, but she didn’t see anyone else near him who could have assisted him in bringing down the beast.
Even for a dragon slayer, bringing down a dragon was best done with help. If he had truly brought down the dragon with no outside assistance… That was certainly an impressive display of strength. Although it was unlikely for anyone to have noticed Grandma when she was so high up in the air, Tandor would most likely notice her as she smoothly floated down to land about thirty feet in front of him.
“Did you bring down this beast all on your own, dragon slayer?”
Grandma’s voice was warm and inviting sounding, her face wearing a look of curiosity as she regarding Tandor. She seemed to pay no mind to the carnage that surrounded them, simply leaning in toward Tandor on her cane as she waited for his response. The dragon slayer might find the whole situation a bit bizarre.
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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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Post by Tandor Somerland on Apr 25, 2017 16:01:00 GMT -8
Tandor glared at Grandma as she hovered down to the ground. Baug's Bane crackled with energy and he gripped Dragonlance tightly. Firefly dug into the ground with his hoof and snorted defensively. The Dragonslayer squinted his eyes and slowly walked forward to meet Grandma from a safe distance. She spoke first, inquiring about his effort to bring down the winged beast. "On my own?" he repeated her question then shook his head. "No. I had help," Tandor nodded upwards, as if to indicate the heavens. "The gods favor me. I am but a tool for their work here on earth." Tandor knew this elderly lady was not interested in his ramblings. Nevertheless, he had to give thanks to his gods - especially Ehros, who had granted him the strength to kill Aepessa. Firefly snorted again, this time annoyed. Tandor laughed and ran his fingers through the winged horse's mane, thaking him for his loyalty in the previous battle. Grinning, Tandor looked back at Grandma. "What's your business here? Something I can help you with?" Before she could say anything he thumbed in the direction of the dead dragon. "My kill, my loot" he said rather bluntly, then shrugged and spoke in a friendlier tone: "Just gotta find someone who can haul it for me." |
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Apr 25, 2017 17:20:39 GMT -8
Grandma glanced at Baug’s Bane with a raised eyebrow. The man seemed rather defensive. She supposed it only made sense considering he had just been in a fight for his life and her method of arrival was far from typical. Still, she didn’t appear to be offended by the fact the man brandished the weapons towards her. At his mention of receiving help from the gods, Grandma was barely able to force down a chuckle. What a humble man.
“You received aid from the gods you say? That is rather interesting… I didn’t expect to find a religious dragon slayer of all things out in this town. You must be quite pious to have been blessed enough to bring down a beast as impressive as this.”
She motioned to the corpse of the fallen dragon at her last statement. The horse that he had with him was also quite the unique specimen. Were those dragon wings on its back? The very fact it had survived the fight spoke to the speed the creature must possess. Judging by the man’s words, he was a bit worried she was here after the dragon corpse. Best to dissuade such fears.
“My business here? I was coming back to check back up on the state of the town. A brief confrontation was brewing when I left, so I expected some damage, but not this. It looks as if a full-fledged battle took place here. If you wouldn’t mind, what exactly was the catalyst for this catastrophe? Moving that body is a bit of a problem for you, I doubt you can very well simply plop it on a cart to carry away.”
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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 Apr 26, 2017 14:18:57 GMT -8
As Trogdor flew he wondered briefly what Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui needed to talk about. The thoughts faded as more important matters took the foreground, "You say you already know of our fallen kin. Do you know anything about this Pegasus Knight?" It seemed that the storm dragon new more about this situation then Trogdor did. For now the red dragon would keep the existence of the egg secret not wanting any unnecessary attention to be drawn before the hatching emerged. Discovering The Black One had awakened a paternal instinct in Trogdor. This more then anything was the reason he was acting more rationally than he had in the last millennia. The blue dragon was high in the air flying near the clouds, bits of the armor on him reflecting the sun into a silver light. He turned to look back at Trogdor while they flapped their wings, creating a rhythmic beat. “Yes, I have been using scrying magic more often, it is useful. I only know that the knight is equipped with magical gear. I do not know any of their exact properties. I could only imagine that they'd be enchanted to kill us more efficiently.”It had been a while since Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui was able to get out of his lair. He was no fool however, he left behind notable traps and other deterrents, all while bringing a rune with him that would allow him to quickly return to his lair, should himself or his lair be threatened. Soon enough, Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui could make out the rough outlines of the terrain below, he could see the town and the very faint speck that was poor @aepessa. However he was nowhere close being able to squeeze the life out of the one who’d killed her, thus, he’d have to get closer. “Nishka yth tlush? wiilirk ve.”The dragon nosed down and to his right, now quickly accelerating into a rapid and steep dive pointed at the town. Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui did not go into a full speed dive, because he wanted to still be able to control his course and also let Trogdor keep on his tail. The clouds above him would grow further and further away his his altitude dropped steadily and swiftly. As the air zoomed past his aerodynamic figure, the dragon started to channel his energy from the skies, slowly gaining his power to create a strengthened, large barrier of anti-magic to neutralize any dangerous enchantments the knight might have. Any humanoid figures down below were still simply specks, their details could not yet be made out, but Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui assumed the one next to the steed was Tandor Somerland. |
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Trogdor
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 220
Physical Description: Red scales on the back with a white stomach. Spiked head and ridge.
Age: 1042
Length: 60ft
Color: Red scales with a lighter stomach.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: claws, fire, and jaws.
Registered: Apr 21, 2015 9:34:10 GMT -8
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Post by Trogdor on Apr 26, 2017 15:09:55 GMT -8
Smoke began billowing from Trogdor's mouth in anticipation of the coming fight. Though they were too high to notice any details, the dragon could sense two powerful aura's on the land below. A tinge of teleportation magic remained in the air that made the red dragon wrinkle his noes.
Being told to follow added to red beasts slight uncertainty about working with Jarkoopi, with whom Trogdor had often quarreled with in the past. Unease was wiped away by the seriousness of this venture. At last Trogdor felt that he was working towards what he had originally come to this continent to accomplish. This day might mark the beginning of a new era; the age of the dragon.
With such thoughts, Trogdor descended towards the doomed Kinslayer, a fire burning hot within his core.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
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She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Apr 26, 2017 18:11:29 GMT -8
(OOC: Tandor gave me the okay to flip our posting order due to this one making more sense chronologically.)
Whatever response Tandor had been about to give to Grandma’s question was cut off as Grandma hurriedly motioned for him to be silent. Eyes narrowing, Grandma directed her gaze to the skies, unperturbed by the fact there was nothing to be seen in them presently. Although she couldn’t tell what exactly was approaching Sugar Hollow, two creatures of such strength didn’t go fully unnoticed by her despite the distance between them. What truly tipped her off to their presence was when Jarkoopi began to channel his energy.
Immediately, Grandma began to gather her own mana in response while running away from the corpse of the dragon. The speed at which she moved was certainly faster than an old woman of her appearance had any business moving at.
“While I would like to talk to you more Tandor, I fear some troublemakers are on there way here. I suggest you make yourself scarce.”
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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 27, 2017 5:12:11 GMT -8
Lum'Valia who hadn't actually left and indeed had been busy repairing the damage to both the town and its people while she let the others quibble talk and fight comes lumbering over to the two smaller figures. Once she recognizes as Grandma the agent of The Blacktower she'd helped once so long ago and the other had slain that young black dragon from earlier. Lum hadn't exactly been thrilled that this had ended in loss of life but she couldn't fault the human for defending other humans from her kin.
The holy dragon's eyes flick up to the sky towards the shape of the two smaller dragons coming towards the town her eyes easily letting her make out their details and she sighs, before turning her attention to Grandma. "Greetings Grandma of The Black Tower." She intones and then moves her head to eye the man. "And to you dragonslayer." She says flicking her tail. "It is hard to believe that there will be another battle here so soon after the first I am not so sure this town can withstand it. I think it best we try and corral those two out of the town if they attempt to attack instead of seeing reason." The dragoness then begins to hum drawing in magical energy to combat the two other dragons if it should come to that.
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