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 27, 2017 13:37:48 GMT -8
As Grandma was speaking to Tandor he casually cast his hand into a pool of blood that formed in Aepessa's mouth. He brought it up to sip the red liquid into his mouth. He entered a short bout of coughing as his body rejected the blood, splattering itself onto his chin. He looked at Grandma and shook his head, "a vile practice, but a necessary one." The reasons for this practice would remain secret for now, to be revealed at a later time. Tandor would have continued speaking to Grandma, who would have offered him great help with Aepessa's corpse. Unfortunately a strange phenomenon came upon him. The magic which was crackling around Baug's Bane diminished and then faded altogether. Tandor looked at it curiously and then realized his blood-covered ring, the Blessing of Ehros, stopped working as well. Anti-magic, he deduced. In a wild, unexpected turn, a dragon appeared in the area, Lum'Valia . She took Tandor by surprise, and he raised his weapon threateningly, but it would seem she was on their side. Tandor was relieved; there was very little stopping Lum'Valia from reaching over and chomping him in two. "Er, yeah, corral them away, I agree," he said, still startled by her appearance. Tandor heard the cacophony of more dragon wings as Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui and Trogdor came into the scene; looking up he observed their figures. He quickly mounted Firefly and as the two began to ascend into the air he casually remarked to Grandma and Lum'Valia, "cut off one head, two more shall take its place. Or is that hydras?" He chuckled at the joke and then said "no offense" to Lum'Valia. The Dragonslayer, wielding Dragonlance, skirted through the air at high speeds, maintaining a safe distance from the winged beasts. They were impressive - just like Aepessa - and Tandor beheld their spectacle from his steed. He hoped that he would not have to hurt them as well, but the smoke billowing from one and the anti-magic derived from the other told him otherwise. Five dragons in one day, Tandor thought to himself. It was the most dragons he had seen at once. But he was not overly concerned - for he had slayed one already and the other was apparently in league with him. Unfortunately, Baug's Bane and the Blessing of Ehros were disabled, so he could not fight these two - not now. He decided his only option was to talk to them and negotiate something. But this would not safe, especially here in Sugar Hollow. He sifted through a few ideas in his head before landing on one, then smiling. He zipped around and made for the northeast, maintaining a speed that would keep out of range from the dragons but also allow them to pursue him. "Come on you great arrogant bastards," he taunted, "let's find a nice spot to talk! You," he called to Lum'Valia, "I go to where the sea beckons. Follow if you must." exit to Free Plains: thefantasysandbox.boards.net/thread/1598/coastline-coastal-road-post-first?page=3&scrollTo=64065 |
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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 30, 2017 22:21:27 GMT -8
The human's goading words sent spike of anger coursing through Trogdor's psyche. His first instinct was to attack, but there was more important work at hand. Kinslayer's time would come. The dragon was more interested in how Lum'Valia would react to the human's beckoning, "Kii tir wux zahhar mishun vi munthrek? Wer iejir di hesi kin ui still qyhoa shafaer jacida neriskic!" When Tandor left the red beast landed next to @aepessa 's corpse. He lifted his head into the air and let out a roar. The scream was meant too be fearsome, but instead if trumpeted out, like a choked sob. Such feelings of sorrow were new to Trogdor, but the flavor was similar to rage. "Our kind use to thrive in these lands. Throughout history mankind has culled our race...In the past decade, hundreds of our kind have been slain. These human's fear us, but not enough to get out of the way. When it comes to fighting, we are nothing but monsters to them. We must show the human's our power, and our glory." Trogdor lowered his noes to the Aepessa and began channeling the corpse his aura. If any soul remained it would need energy to be set free and undergo environmental diffusion. |
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 22, 2024 6:06:55 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2017 23:11:26 GMT -8
Trogdor would feel something when he nudged Aepessa's fallen corpse, besides the dead weight as her body. He might actually see something akin to a ghost or perhaps a spirit - visible to his eyes only. Was he truly mad? It was anyone's guess. But Aepessa rose and seated herself before the red dragon, watching him with eyes that clearly expressed her sorrow. Her maw never parted, but he would hear her voice as a gentle echo in his head.
"I do not know you, but I feel you. I am not one to beg, but I must - please find my egg. I fear that it will die now that I am gone. Find it and protect it."
With that, the presence would return to stand over the former body and fade - and with a surge of energy would the defiled corpse of the dragon become encased in the same purple crystal she had once created with her breath, developing sharpened edges that pointed out to the sky. What was left was a monument of where the creature had laid down for the final time, in solid crystal.
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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
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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 May 1, 2017 5:19:21 GMT -8
As he descended, the shapes and figures became clearer. He made out the white giant draconic form of Lum'Valia, a man upon a flying mount, presumably Tandor Somerland, and a third, darker rapidly moving figure running across the ground away from @aepessa’s body. Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui had already had tastes of this “holy” dragon's actions before, and the fact she was here supporting the humans was not a surprise at all. The kinslayer was smart to run, if he dared let either of the dragons get ahold of him, he was surely dead. He held onto the focus of antimagic, incase trouble were to stir. At the moment, Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui cared little for the smallest black figure, but he was smart enough not to completely remove his attention from it. “Zexenuma ekik di hesi idol, usv nomeno shripomn geou xkhat vi vargach tirnlg huena tenamalo.”He landed with great force, but with precision next to Trogdor, facing the young and cold body of @aepessa. He let Trogdor do the honors of releasing her soul to the Twilight. He bowed down his head and neck to her body in respect, as his red comrade released a roar of fearsome proportions in her honor. The death of his kind was not something he'd never experienced. Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui’s life was filled with the deaths of his loved ones by the scum of this world. He was alone, the last of his bloodline. His father was torn asunder, his mother slain defending her children, his mate and children trapped and crushed by slayers. Now @aepessa had fallen. He did not know who she was, but it did not change the fact that someone out there, on this plane, or in Twilight, was suffering. Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui kept himself collected for the brief moment of silence over the female dragon. He could sense her magical presence, but was not able to see or hear her spirit. Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui assumed Trogdor had done the deed as her body turned to a solid crystal formation. His short speech was agreeable, it would be carried out, whatever the cost. He waited for him to stop speaking and for the transformation to stop before raising his head again, nodding at Trogdor and looking for their next course of action. He had an alliance with the blue dragon. "Algbo nobiouna." |
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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 May 2, 2017 13:25:51 GMT -8
Grandma was surprised to see Lum’Valia appear, it seems she had somehow overlooked the dragon when she had appeared over Sugar Hollow. She responded to the dragon’s greetings, although telepathically, as she didn’t wish to draw any attention to herself.
It has been quite some time since we last spoke, Lum’Valia. Regrettable that it must be under these circumstances. Hopefully, the other two dragons will chase after the dragonslayer as it appears their anger is directed towards him. It would be quite unfortunate if even more destruction was brought to this village.
Slowing to a stop as she reached the remains of a smoking building, Grandma positioned herself behind it and out of sight of the two dragons. Once satisfied there was nothing else of danger nearby, she leaned around the side of the building slightly, studying the two dragons in detail. One side of her mouth curled slightly as she recognized the pair of dragons. One of them she had met long ago in Isra, Trogdor. The other she hadn’t seen in person but through scrying. He had previously been a friend of Isra, but most recently had been part of the Goraian regime, Jarkoopi.
Although Grandma continued quietly gathering her energies, she wasn’t expecting the need to use them offensively. Although it wouldn’t be noticed unless someone was very near her, there appeared to be some movement in her cloak near her shoulder blades.
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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 May 5, 2017 10:30:35 GMT -8
Rest in peace. Your child is safe. A telepathic link graced Trogdor's mind and eased the tension that continually twisted the beast. As the endless migraine that plagued Trogdor lessened the red dragon found his rage dwindle as well. He watched in satisfaction as the crystalline monolith grew. An old curse fluttered into his mind, "If you do not change your ways conflict will forever follow you." With this in mind the fires within Trogdor's chest began to burn again. He walked past the crystal and surveyed the town. It was quite damaged. One building had been destroyed by an explosion of similar crystalline shards. The dragon that was slain here had been quite an exotic beast. With his newfound rationality, Trogdor pondered what was to be done. Finally he turned to Lum'Valia, who seemed very ill at ease, "I see you still live among the humans. Are you not afraid that you will be the next casualty? The humans continually spread across the land. If dragon's like yourself condone this death against our kind, then I fear another cataclysm will be upon us. I intend to change the way humans view dragons. I hope you will not get in my way." Trogdor bared his teeth in emphasis, but made no move to attack. Instead he walked past the burning buildings to more closely inspect the town and the battle that had occurred. A black stream of smoke billowed from the dragons mouth to mingle with that already in the air.
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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 May 5, 2017 19:01:17 GMT -8
Lum'Valia was sitting like a cat near the edge of the village and Trogdor's observation that she was ill at ease did not go amiss. Her duty of care was to the people of Sugar Hollow so when Tandor fled she'd not followed, oh she might have if the other two dragons had gone after the knight but they hadn't so neither had she. The smaller reds admonishment against her gets little more than a casual flick of the tail and she says in her sonorous voice. "No, I do not think you seek to change how they see us at all. I do not know you but I can guess by what you said and in your coming here, what you might plan. That young dragon's death was a tragedy but the human gave her the chance to flee. It was her arrogance that led her to stay and thus her death is on her claws no one else's, the humans have a right to defend themselves against senseless aggression." Flicking her tails those luminous silver orbs follow the red and she continues in that odd voice. "The humans already fear us if we start striking them down for defending themselves that fear will turn to hate." She'd fathomed a guess at why the two had come and she found it contemptible especially since the blue was holding up an anti-magic barrier, which to her reeked of cowardice. "Dragons may be mighty but as you can see today we can still fall to smallest of foes, even without magic sheer numbers will see the humans victorious." There is a moments pause and then she ruffles her wings, the human equivalent of a shrug. "But perhaps I make too many assumptions about you. Maybe your plan is not what I think." She cocks her head in a manner that seems to suggest doubt. "I do not know but I will say this, my duty is to protect the innocent from harm. Be they human, dragon, or anything else where I see evil I will stop it." |
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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 May 5, 2017 19:48:06 GMT -8
Trogdor approached a burning building and thought briefly about testing a new ability on it. He chose not to in such a public area. As Lum'Valia spoke Trogdor turned to fix his gaze on her. As he spun his tail smashed the burning building, helping it to its demise. The beast prowled towards the holy dragon as she spoke. He still held the furnace within his chest, but made no moves to attack. Stopped one hundred feet from Lum'Valia, Trogdor waited and replied, "And how is it that you judge evil? The instincts of dragon's are often more feral then that of humankind. Most creatures, humans included, are not so... rational as you holy dragon's. 'Are humans evil for slaughtering cattle? The comparison is not so different. But the pain and anger is deeper than that. Most of our species still remembers the Cataclysm. Perhaps, this young dragon simply wished to clear the Open Lands of any possible danger towards her hatchling." In his preaching, Trogdor let slip a piece of information. |
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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 May 7, 2017 6:45:24 GMT -8
Trogdor's rebuttal gets a snort of amusement from Lum as though the answer to his question was self-evident. Still, she provides a rebuttal in her sonorous voice her luminous eyes seeming to pierce into the beast's soul. "Beyond the fact that I can see souls you mean?" Then with a flick of her tail, she wraps it about her legs. "There exist shades of gray in this world but there is still a black and there is still a white. The young black was here to slaughter humans for nothing more than entertainment a far different act than slaughtering a cow for survival. Beyond even that, even if she was seeking to make the area safer for her egg choosing to stomp out the humans rather than treat with them is in and of itself an evil act."
She tilts her head and lets out a puff of white flame from her nostrils. "Had she been successful and lived it would have only been a matter of time before the human lords put a bounty on her head and dragonslayers like the one here came to her nest to put her down, which could well have lead to her egg being destroyed. Beyond even that your comparison of Dragons being as to Humans as they are to cattle is laughable. Tell me when was the last time you created a work of art? Constructed a building? Made a community from nothing? Discovered new laws that govern how the world works? The vast majority of our kind claim we are better than the humans yet all most of them do is steal from the humans to horde wealth in their caves and nap upon it. Yet destruction and theft are easy, especially when you are a dragon, creating that is hard. Having the vision and foresight to build monuments that won't even be completed until after you pass that is hard. From what I have seen humans are not lesser than dragons, in many respects they are more."
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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 May 7, 2017 11:58:33 GMT -8
It seemed that neither dragon would convince the other of anything. Be that as it may, Trogdor had come to better understand Lum'Valia, while the white dragon had grossly misjudged Trogdor, or so he thought, "Huk huk huk," The beast laughed at what he thought was naivety, "Do souls never change? Look into my soul tell me if it is black or white. It is not just for the immortal life of a dragon to be taken for one mistake. When one human dies three more take their place. When a dragon dies our species comes closer to extinction. But if you value humans as highly as your own kind then this conversation is meaningless for you.
'Instincts are more powerful then reason. Our glory has been forgotten as the age of humanity corrupts the land. The humans slew our ancestors and now seek to pacify the remnants. You are right that they are not cattle. The humans are more like sheep and dogs: most sheep mindlessly exist, while a few sharp toothed dogs corral the group. " Trogdor cast his gaze upon Sugar Hollow, "Contrary to what you may believe, I did not come here to burninate this village. The humans are not a foe that I can defeat. Instead I will show these humans that our kind is awesome. Perhaps, you will come to learn that our souls are redeemable."
Trogdor approached the crystal monolith as let the firers within his core fuse with his aura. Bright beams of light shone from between the dragons scales as he concentrated and shaped his aura. Power surged though the beast and he felt the familiar urge to destroy. Lum'Valia was right in one thing however, it had been far too long since Trogdor had created anything of beauty. Gradually he started feeding more of his energy to the crystal. It would take awhile, but the effort would create a more meaningful monument.
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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 May 7, 2017 14:34:14 GMT -8
It didn’t appear a fight with between Lum’Valia and the other dragons was imminent, not yet at least. Best to leave now before there was a chance of her presence being discovered. That could result in even more damage to Sugar Hollow. Grandma’s form melted away suddenly, leaving no trace that she had even been there. Although she departed Sugar Hollow, her attention was still directed towards it. From afar she watched it with the purpose to make sure Lum’Valia wasn’t assaulted by the pair of dragons.
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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 May 8, 2017 12:32:20 GMT -8
"All souls are redeemable," Lum'Valia says with a flick of her tail. "But that does not mean they shouldn't be stopped when they turn black and attempt to harm the innocent." She says with a cold detachment. "It seems you believe that I think stopping evil involves slaying it, I do not. Had I my way that black dragoness would still be alive. I regret that she died but I do not blame the humans she was given the option to flee." A slight shuffle of wings to indicate a shrug. "I'll tell you what I see in your soul, I see being doomed to conflict because of arrogance and anger. You are right you could change, you are wrong in thinking the actions you plan to take will bring that about." Then she turns from him, they'd both said more than enough and neither would convince the other of their side.
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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 May 8, 2017 19:02:45 GMT -8
"Huk, huk, huk." Trogdor chuckled again, "You may be able to see the color of my soul, but you do not know my plans." Trogdor, in his arrogance, wanted the last word, "I am sorry you could not stop this death. One day you will see that what I do is for our own good. In the future I hope you will no longer interfere with my personal vengeance." Trogdor continued to pour his enhanced aura into the crystal. Light started to emanate from within as if a flame were burning inside. The red dragon spoke to Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui, "Shilta wux assist ve mrith dout rune arcaniss? Si huven batobot wer rivek di hesi kin nomag majak tobor ekess nomenes batobot sjerit trekis." Trogdor intended to create a fountain of regeneration. Such a relic was hard to create and Trogdor would not be able to do it on his own. He could provide the energy however. The fire burned hotter in his chest as he pushed more energy into the crystal. Without taking his focus off his work Trogdor spoke for the last time to Lum'Valia, "Your magical bindings would make this shrine all the more inspiring... If you can work with ones such as ourselves." The holy dragons magic would indeed tie together Trogdor's flames and Jarkoopi's runes, but the beast sensed an animosity between the red and white dragon. Perhaps, they could work together, if not speak. |
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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 May 11, 2017 18:24:14 GMT -8
"I very much doubt that what you plan will be for anyone's good, not even your own." It was true she did not know Trogdor's plans but she knew what paths souls such as his would travel and they always ended in conflict and war. Their race could ill afford to invite such strife upon themselves for the humans had already proven that when it came down to it, they were stronger as a race than the dragons. It was not just their numbers that let them win it was their unity, their ability to band together and unify against a foe when pushed. Dragons could never do such a thing not in large enough numbers to be effective, they were simply too prideful and independent.
The request gets a quizzical snort from the dragon and she eyes the construct they are working to create. A fountain of regeneration to honor the dead apparently, quite the interesting project but harmless enough. Instead of answering with words a low steady thrum starts in her throat pulsing out slowly and adding her magics to fountain. She was uniquely suited to creating such structures as her magics were most potent when constructing or restoring something.
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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 May 16, 2017 7:56:43 GMT -8
Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui listened deeply to the two dragons of different alignments battle it out verbally as he took a seat. He was on Trogdor’s side, but he did not agree with everything the red dragon said, the holy feathered dragon did have her points. But not all souls could be redeemed, his neutral viewpoint was not swayed by either side. Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui did take notice when Trogdor first began energizing the crystal remains of @aepessa, he wondered for a moment what he was doing, until the red dragon told him. A fountain? Not that he disagreed, he just thought of a more fitting way to honor the black dragon, but he kept quiet. Nodding his head, Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui stepped forward, facing the mound of crystals. “Si geou letoclo, shar coi ui vi shame batobot yth re ti naktair jacioniv mamiss ofdio.”He closed his yellow eyes and focused on spell casting. Visible arcs of energy jumped around the blue dragon's body and between and through the pink rocks. He put his rune and lightning magic to work, letting it charge the rock with immense energy and chip away at the beautiful rock to help craft the structure with Lum'Valia and Trogdor’s help.
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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 May 18, 2017 15:08:27 GMT -8
Patrick moves as unnoticed as he can so that the monolith of spiked crystals is between him and the arguing dragons. He begins pulling up some of the larger shards that are rotted to earth, ignoring those connected to the massive lattice so that he need only the strength to pull away the dirt that the gem is attached to instead of having to actually break a pice off. Upon uprooting them he stuffs these pieces into his ruck sack all the while making sure that the mountain of gemstone is between him and the gaze of the great red.
[ it seems Gatts is no longer posting ]
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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 May 22, 2017 4:54:34 GMT -8
Patrick moves as unnoticed as he can so that the monolith of spiked crystals is between him and the arguing dragons. He begins pulling up some of the larger shards that are rotted to earth, ignoring those connected to the massive lattice so that he need only the strength to pull away the dirt that the gem is attached to instead of having to actually break a pice off. Upon uprooting them he stuffs these pieces into his ruck sack all the while making sure that the mountain of gemstone is between him and the gaze of the great red. While Patrick of Belltower [ dead ] may have avoided the gaze of Trogdor, the blue dragon could easily spot the thief as he tried running up and stealing a chunk of crystal. What low scum of the earth. However, Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui let him grab the crystal without physical retaliation, he just killed himself. “A fool.”The whole crystal statue and outlying pink stones were flowing and crackling with huge amounts electricity moving between them while it was being formed. When Patrick of Belltower [ dead ] touched the chunk he was about to pick up, the energy would conduct through his body and organs. With plenty of amps to kill larger than man creatures, like a full grown bull, Patrick of Belltower [ dead ]’s insides were certainly fried and shutdown. Killing him instantly as he reached out to grab. Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui made no notion to hesitate or spare the man, as the electricity kept coming till Patrick of Belltower [ dead ] was most guaranteed dead and boiling on the inside. (1 charge > 0 charge) |
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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 May 22, 2017 8:27:30 GMT -8
With a sound like a tire deflating Patrick's form sparks once before exploding into a cloud of black dust. Pats remains are quickly swept away on the wind, carried off to disperse among strange and far-off lands. [sad trombone] Whaa wha wawawwaawawawwa
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hounds of Belltower
New
Roleplay posts: 1
Age: largest is 4, middle is 3, and smallest is 6 years of age
Physical Description: 3 large, lean, yellow murder machines. thy resemble great danes, the largest bears mass equivalent to a old english mastiff.
Clothes and Equipment: none save paw tags small loops of leather on there left for ankle.
Registered: May 22, 2017 10:10:31 GMT -8
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Post by hounds of Belltower on May 22, 2017 10:43:04 GMT -8
with the death of there master the hounds inhale the scent of that monster, that great reptilian thing that dare look so contemptuous at there beloved leader death. they then turn and leave. war is brewing and everyone can feel it, even the dogs.
[ exit ]
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