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Post by Deleted on Apr 10, 2016 6:33:06 GMT -8
She watched him work in mostly silence for a time, listening to him ramble and complain. Behind her cover a smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. She would watch the drake as it fled into a nearby bone structure and out of sight, chirping after her even when it was no longer within her vision.
Her attention returned to Sidarin for a moment, and he would easily be able to hear the humor in her tone - and note the taunting manner in which she spoke. "I did not ruin your attack - it's not my fault you're terrible at an ambush.
Certain that he would have a retort, she didn't stick around to listen. She was quick to turn and leap from the tree, in the direction that the little drake had disappeared to. She wasn't sure that it wanted a follower, but she wanted to try and make some headway with the creature again. After all... it came back, and tried to help her in the thick of things. That accounted for something.
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Sidarin Ves
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Roleplay posts: 151 
Age: 26
Physical Description: A bit on the short side at 5'9 Sidarin is a lean man. He possesses the wirey muscle of one who gets their exercise through travel and through fighting. He has a pointed jaw, mid set check bones, and fierce brown eyes. He is clean shaven though it is best not to remind him. His brown hair is kept long perhaps to make up for the lack of a beard.
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Clothes and Equipment: Leather armor, heavy cloak, long sword, long bow, quiver of arrows, hunting knife, knapsack with standard traveling fair.
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Post by Sidarin Ves on Apr 10, 2016 7:17:23 GMT -8
Sidarin was almost finished binding wounds and limbs, when he hears the woman's teasing words. He snaps his gaze up her and indeed he starts a retort.
"I'll have you know that... HEY!"
Before he could finish she dropped out the tree and out of sight. He stares at where he lost track of her indignantly. His mouth still open the words long dead on his lips. Oh that... DAMN IT! His mood which had already been shot got even worse. One of the scavengers snickered at him and the ranger whacked the mans wound. As the scavenger howls in pain Sid tethers the line of criminals to his horse. It was a short march to the nearest Land Tiller camp where he could collect his bounty. After that he didn't know what he would do. Maybe track down a certain rude woman and show her he did know how to ambush people.
"You got her scent?"
Sidarin kneels next to Specter whispering to the wolf. The great beast nods his head once and Sidarin pats his head. He then mounts his courser and takes off. Images of petty revenge floating through his mind.
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Post by Small Green-Wing Drake on Apr 10, 2016 12:13:26 GMT -8
The drake watched as Catriona clambered down into the hollowed rib cage. So unmajestic, these humans. It was a wonder they didn't fall over when they stood up on those two legs of theirs. Nevertheless, this one seemed equipped to communicate and he had grown fond of it in the short time they had shared.
He waited for the human to settle itself and make its own attempt at parlay.
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Post by Land Tillers' State on Apr 10, 2016 12:19:32 GMT -8
Sidarin would find the closest camp a few miles east from his current location. It would be fairly easy to spot. A stone tower would rise high above the nearby trees. All he had to do was keep riding in the direction of the tower and he'd come across the camp. There some mages were scouting out the ecology of the land in the hopes of creating a new farm field without harming the natural environment.
As Sidarin approached, he might occasionally hear an occasional strange flutter in the air above him. He was being followed by a friendly hawk, one of the trained animals of the Chaos Falconers. They were a branch of the Land-Tiller's new military and were most likely the ones who hired him.
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Sidarin Ves
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Roleplay posts: 151
Age: 26
Physical Description: A bit on the short side at 5'9 Sidarin is a lean man. He possesses the wirey muscle of one who gets their exercise through travel and through fighting. He has a pointed jaw, mid set check bones, and fierce brown eyes. He is clean shaven though it is best not to remind him. His brown hair is kept long perhaps to make up for the lack of a beard.
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Clothes and Equipment: Leather armor, heavy cloak, long sword, long bow, quiver of arrows, hunting knife, knapsack with standard traveling fair.
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Post by Sidarin Ves on Apr 10, 2016 14:08:45 GMT -8
Sidarin does notice the hawk flying above. Mostly because the raven shit on his shoulders. He glares up at the cursed bird and sees the trained animal. Well that was good the Falconers had hired him and the hawk meant there would be a group in the camp. He could collect his bounty and then... Find his next bounty he guessed? He wasn't quite sure yet. Part of him really wanted to pay that blasted woman back. He knew such petty revenge was stupid, but he was still seething. He hadn't been expecting her to drop to her knees in praise or anything. A thank you though! Was that too much to ask? Scowling he enters the camp and looks around for the Falconers sections of it.
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Post by Land Tillers' State on Apr 10, 2016 14:59:58 GMT -8
"Oi, Sidarin!" A handsome young man comes out to greet him on top of a black horse. His name is Roarik of the Dittany, and he is one of the higher ranking officers in the Falcon Corps. His falcon comes swooping down on top of his shoulder. "You crazy old bastard. You brought them all in by yourself?!" He's already holding a bag of precious stones and various medicinal elixirs, along with some gold coins. Flanking him are several mages, also on horse back, spells already charged and ready to take the prisoners in. "Alright you bastards, you're coming with us." One of the guards waved his hand, and as such chains of psionic energy appeared around the Bone Scavangers so they could be led away safely. "As reliable as always. So what now? Gonna go try to pick up some Ivy women?" Roarik was referring to women of the Ivy clan, who were known for being somewhat promiscuous. That was typically what mercenaries did. But then again Roarik didn't know Sidarin that well. |
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Sidarin Ves
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 151
Age: 26
Physical Description: A bit on the short side at 5'9 Sidarin is a lean man. He possesses the wirey muscle of one who gets their exercise through travel and through fighting. He has a pointed jaw, mid set check bones, and fierce brown eyes. He is clean shaven though it is best not to remind him. His brown hair is kept long perhaps to make up for the lack of a beard.
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Clothes and Equipment: Leather armor, heavy cloak, long sword, long bow, quiver of arrows, hunting knife, knapsack with standard traveling fair.
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Post by Sidarin Ves on Apr 10, 2016 15:40:51 GMT -8
Sidarin tenses slightly at being called old. His youthful appearance was a sore spot and for a moment he thought someone was taking a shot. It takes him a moment to bite back a scathing retort. Roarik probably didn't know about it he had only met the man a few times. Instead he turns to the man with something approaching a smile. Not exactly friendly but not hostile. The merc does however manage a real smile when the gold is produced. That was how the world should work! You do the job you get paid, or at the very least thanked. Gaia, he was way to bitter about that. Specter growls a bit at the by yourself line, the wolf was far too smart to be normal.
"Not completely by myself. Had some help from Specter of course. There was also a woman though she was more hindrance than aid. Woman fired off an arrow just as I was about to start my ambush. Put the group out of position, still she provided a distraction which worked out. At least until she decided to threaten me for doing my job."
Sidarin says the last part bitterly. Trying to shake off the lingering anger and indignation he says a little harsher than he means to.
"No I am probably just going to turn in. I've had my fill of women for the day."
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Post by Land Tillers' State on Apr 10, 2016 15:51:39 GMT -8
Roarik nodded. "Huh, you mean young Cat. Yah, she likes to go out there and, well I don't know what she does. Contemplate her own existence I suppose." @darkanaarez was half Celadine, half Acacia. This was normally not a big deal. In fact it would make her not all that different from Jun of the Celadine. However, rumor had it that the circumstances of her birth made her see things, a little differently. Roarik reaches out and, very carefully pets Spectre. His hawk screeches at Sidarin's raven. "Oh, before you go, remember to stay away from the old ruins at night. Some weird stuff has been going on there. And umm, one more thing. If you ever wanna join the Falcon Corps, you know who to talk to." He winked. Roarik returned to his camp. |
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Sidarin Ves
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 151
Age: 26
Physical Description: A bit on the short side at 5'9 Sidarin is a lean man. He possesses the wirey muscle of one who gets their exercise through travel and through fighting. He has a pointed jaw, mid set check bones, and fierce brown eyes. He is clean shaven though it is best not to remind him. His brown hair is kept long perhaps to make up for the lack of a beard.
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Clothes and Equipment: Leather armor, heavy cloak, long sword, long bow, quiver of arrows, hunting knife, knapsack with standard traveling fair.
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Post by Sidarin Ves on Apr 10, 2016 17:46:40 GMT -8
Cat huh? Sidarin had a name for his nemesis. He glares at the raven as it gets screeched at, just it ignore it. He weighs the heft pouch of gold in his hands and thinks about what to do next. Mostly it is anything but joining Falcon Corps. He had been asked many time to join up and he had refused each time. Mostly because his clan forbade it. Too many questions could be asked, questions they didn't want to answer. Like they might ask about the Raven. Shaking his head Sidarin heads off to find somewhere to bed down for the night.
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Post by Small Green-Wing Drake on Apr 19, 2016 16:30:45 GMT -8
It seemed that the human he had been training had decided to leave the graveyard. Well, that wasn't terribly unexpected, humans were unpredictable. At least it hadn't tried to stab him like the ones before. Still, the whole mess of them were gone now and it was far too interesting having dealt with a partially friendly one to leave the idea alone. In the remaining daylight, he slunk back to his small pile of shiny things and buried it. He placed a few rocks on top of the loose dirt and then carefully took some detritus from the surround area and camouflaged them. Only another drake would be able to root it out now, and he was confident that he was the only one in the area. He crept out then, under the cover of twilight, and took to the air. exit to places unknown. |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2016 6:33:16 GMT -8
The moon was well overhead, but the light struggled to pierce through the marshy fog that settled over the graveyard. It was not a place to be at this time of night - visibility was poor, and the woods around the area were eerily alive with owl hoots and a wolf howl, whispers of insects that were nowhere near as friendly as crickets in song. Deep shadows were cast in the dark, creepy and unnerving - easily bringing a new haunting vision of the fallen dragon bones to light.
Yet, someone was there. A cloaked figure was shuffling along the damp brush and sucking mud, trudging along against the pull against their boots. They moved to one of the fallen structures of bone and stabbed the staff in hand into the mud so it stood erect - the unsightly head of said staff constructed of an animal's skull and adorning feathers and bits. The eyes flashed with an evil, neon green glow before the light flickered within the open maw like dragon fire - offering a little better light for the work. The individual set to work, carefully harvesting the bones in solid pieces - essentially, disassembling it despite the size.
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Daedalus
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Roleplay posts: 86
Age: Unknown - Appears to be in his 20's
Physical Description: The golden haired man is tall, standing at about 6 feet 2 inches. He appears to be built quite normally for a healthy and active adult human male. The only thing off about the man is his eyes, which are golden in color and glow faintly.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears clothes, usually. He doesn't really carry anything interesting with him, though.
Player's online availability : Fairly often
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Post by Daedalus on Dec 6, 2016 21:56:16 GMT -8
Daedalus would arrive in the dead of night at the Draconic Graveyard. The mage arrived upon a floating slab of rock summoned by his own earth magic, though he would now land upon the ground as he reached the western edge of the boneyard. Conditions seemed to be poor for any investigation, as the visibility was low and it was quite dark. Daedalus wasn't here simply to investigate, though, he hoped to perhaps find this mysterious figure rumored to be scavenging bones here, and what better time to do that than in the dead of night?
Daedalus would begin trudging through the muddy graveyard, the low visibility made him unable to notice Meredith's location right away, and in fact he wasn't even sure she was there. This caused him to fumble about a bit, and possibly give his approach away, but Daedalus remained vigilant either way, as he suspected he could be dealing with some sort of individual that practiced the dark arts, such as necromancy. It was quite common for necromancers to dig up graves and such, as was reported.
He would soon spot a faint green glow that he could just barely make out in the distant fog. He was not confident in just walking up to this light however, so instead the mage would pause, gathering a small font of mana before casting a simple spell that would allow him to scry the area ahead of him. This would come in the form of a faintly glowing blue wisp that flew from his hand and danced through the fog towards the green light.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2016 5:06:04 GMT -8
The presence of another was felt, and heard stumbling around in the dark. She was NOT about to be interfered with - not when she was so close. She just needed a few more bones, just a few more.
"Reka su ka, kae kemeum, omd daav sra vordar os boae..." Her words are a very gentle whisper as a single hand comes up to flick her bony fingers at the staff standing erect at her side. The eyes light up a little more and there is a pulse of the light - from the mouth of the skull, a plume of smoke carrying the very same eerie color wafts out to curl upon itself before taking a flickering shape of a small monster of its own right with hollows for eyes and bearing a mouth with tiny teeth.
It warped and twisted about as it sought out after the light coming near, aiming to catch it - to eat and consume it, and snuff them both out.
As the one took off, something poured from the mouth of the skull upon the staff - a slime or goo at a glance, but it, too, was much like smoke. It billowed out and touched the ground, fading into the mud and dirt as if absorbed.
She, however, returned her attention to the task at hand.
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Daedalus
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Roleplay posts: 86
Age: Unknown - Appears to be in his 20's
Physical Description: The golden haired man is tall, standing at about 6 feet 2 inches. He appears to be built quite normally for a healthy and active adult human male. The only thing off about the man is his eyes, which are golden in color and glow faintly.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears clothes, usually. He doesn't really carry anything interesting with him, though.
Player's online availability : Fairly often
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Post by Daedalus on Dec 7, 2016 12:26:07 GMT -8
Daedalus wisp would be snuffed out by the creature easily enough, but not before he was able to see all he had to see to know of the necromancer's presence ahead. This would embolden him to move forward towards the green light, despite the monster he had spotted before his connection with the wisp was cut off.
As he approached he would gather his own mana up around him to form a protective barrier, invisible to the eye yet capable of stopping attacks both physical and magical up to a certain threshold.
Once he thought he could spot the figure with his own eyes, he would call out to it, "Hey! What're you doing?" he called out.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2016 7:11:53 GMT -8
The female grumbled within her cloak as she heard the voice - interference. That was bothersome. She had work to do. She didn't even bother to move from her place so low to the ground, simply waving her hand again over near the staff. And the earth began to stir - the mud shifting about as if something was moving beneath it. The shifting began to move along away from where she was crouched and her staff, clearing both before the small writhing thing beneath the mud grew bigger - a pile of wet grass and damp earth rising from a small mound to a large, bestial hill. As the environment disturbed fell away, something became visible... what it was or had been was questionable. But it easily stood taller than either of them, and was just a little larger than a heavy horse.  The long, hollow muzzle turned to the individual's general direction, maw opening just a little with murky grass and mud dripping from the pointed teeth still lined within the mouth. |
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Daedalus
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Roleplay posts: 86
Age: Unknown - Appears to be in his 20's
Physical Description: The golden haired man is tall, standing at about 6 feet 2 inches. He appears to be built quite normally for a healthy and active adult human male. The only thing off about the man is his eyes, which are golden in color and glow faintly.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears clothes, usually. He doesn't really carry anything interesting with him, though.
Player's online availability : Fairly often
Registered: Oct 25, 2016 16:35:39 GMT -8
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Post by Daedalus on Dec 10, 2016 23:00:24 GMT -8
Daedalus would immediately notice the large creature being raised, and he didn't like it one bit. Immediately he would begin casting a spell to attack the creature with, as it seemed to be clearly hostile.
"Istalrí!"
As the word was shouted five fireballs began to form around Daedalus' form, small at first but quickly growing in size as the rotated around him. Soon they would be ready to launch in an attack against the undead creature and the necromancer.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2016 23:05:34 GMT -8
The undead beast of unknown origins wasn't particularly fast or flashy. But it was clear it had power in it's size and additions - claws and teeth and pointed bones of the tail. The maw opened further, and it wheezed and hacked once. Twice. The third time, a mass of something expelled from the mouth, as if it vomited almost violently. What it launched? It was a combination of mud and earth, the dead grass, and some mix of decaying flesh... potentially it's own? Whatever it was, it smelled horrendous, and it would aim to smother the man to bury him, stop him in his tracks, and potentially snuff out the fires.
The shadowy figure continued to work, finally working a large rib bone free. Now it was a matter of preparing it for transport.
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Daedalus
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Roleplay posts: 86
Age: Unknown - Appears to be in his 20's
Physical Description: The golden haired man is tall, standing at about 6 feet 2 inches. He appears to be built quite normally for a healthy and active adult human male. The only thing off about the man is his eyes, which are golden in color and glow faintly.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears clothes, usually. He doesn't really carry anything interesting with him, though.
Player's online availability : Fairly often
Registered: Oct 25, 2016 16:35:39 GMT -8
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Post by Daedalus on Dec 10, 2016 23:18:14 GMT -8
Daedalus had a bit of time to prepare for the projectile the beast launched, due to it's hacking. During this time, he had decided to change up his strategy to possibly account for an incoming attack. Flames were not very ideal for defending oneself, and he had to take down his mana barrier to conjure the fireballs.
"Istalrí eom svell," he chanted quickly, under his breath as he swept his hands inwards gathering the five fireballs in front of them.
Moisture from the surrounding air and swampy waters seemed to attract themselves to the fireballs as they were snuffed out, and the mana used to cast them recycled to form a growing barrier of ice in front of the mage, though the ice did not stop at the barrier, even as the smelly projectile impacted against it. The ice would quickly spread through the ground, freezing the muddy waters as it went along spreading quickly towards the undead beast.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2016 23:32:37 GMT -8
The beast couldn't move to avoid the ice, and so it would find itself with bony feet and legs iced over and immobile in mere moments. The heavy head dipped down to look at the predicament, and then it yanked over to one side. Hard. The loud crack of ice splitting echoed out. A second yank freed the legs on the left side.
Now it just needed to free the right.
The figure knelt low beside the loose rib, and began a soft string of whispered words of unknown dialect - hovering one thin hand over the length of the large bone.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2016 0:34:30 GMT -8
The figured finished up her task at hand, the bone fading into a cloud of sparkling mineral dust and whirling about to disappear into a single earring along the ridge of one ear - one of many gems she used to transport. With that done, she left the intruder to deal with the beast she had summoned - and with a single gesture of her hand while the other snatched up her scepter, several gnarled roots lashed up from the earth and wrapped around her to drag her into the ground. Moments later, she was gone.
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