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Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2017 10:32:16 GMT -8
A large farm town just over the Padstow river, situated in an expanse of rich lands cultivated for crops and feeding livestock. The place has more common folk than bandits or thieves, yet it becomes the most paranoid place when the sun goes down. Lamps go out, doors are barred, and not a soul can be found on the roads after dark. |
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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 Aug 29, 2017 4:13:33 GMT -8
A large farm town just over the Padstow river, situated in an expanse of rich lands cultivated for crops and feeding livestock. The place has more common folk than bandits or thieves, yet it becomes the most paranoid place when the sun goes down. Lamps go out, doors are barred, and not a soul can be found on the roads after dark. As swift a thunderstorm, a massive creature and the following rain of fire approached during the night. The beating wings rather flew low, as the dragon dived to try and swoop up any helpless farm animals left in the open, which would presumably send the rest of them scrambling into any shelter they could get into. Just as fast as they rose into the sky, any of the eaten out corpses would plummeted back to the hard ground, leaving the stench of raw meat in the air. After the mighty dragon had consumed his quick meals, dragonfire rained down from the beast’s maw on any crop fields, trying to set any dry fields ablaze, and the green fields with smoldering lines through them. None of building were directly targeted, but the dragon would not care if a building were to be in flames. The flaming breath eventually stopped, as the now raging flames on the landscape either roared on, or began to dwindle down. The presence of the giant creature disappeared back into the horizon, regardless of whether or not he was successful, along with the deep thumping of wings on air. (Edit: <Exit>) |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2017 4:47:04 GMT -8
Fortunately, a damp night was coming to pass and helped keep the fires from blazing completely out of control as the fields were set alight. Villagers were screaming and yelling, running about in mayhem to try and find means to gather their livestock and heard them inside to barns and stables to protect them - as well as try to assemble manpower and dirt and sand to put out the fires outside their homes. Such chaos, yet the few young men armed with a few old swords and a bit of rustic armor that acted as some defense for the place could not fight the source. They weren't even sure they wanted to try or would be able to - was this another ploy of the monsters from the north?!
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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 Sept 2, 2017 16:19:12 GMT -8
Eventually after a few days, the dragon returned to the town, just before dusk. Luckily, this time, he did not strafe the town with flames. Instead he flew over to the town center, and hovered less than 50 meters above, rapidly beating his wings that were larger than one of these houses. He was surprised the houses weren't blowing away.
The dragon spoke with mighty force, his voice bellowing in the distant landscape.
“I demand I speak with your village elder, or whomever represents the people of this town. Bring them forth, or I shall bring down my fury upon this village.”
He waited for the leader to appear, eyeing the outskirts of the town for any foes. Should anyone try to nock an arrow or ready a spear, they and the nearest building would be incinerated by dragonfire.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2017 18:38:43 GMT -8
A dragon! The sight of the terrible beast sent mothers and children scrambling for some pitiful means of shelter inside their homes. The men were poised outside, terrified but guarding of their homes - despite the fact most of them had nothing more than their farm tools for weapons.
At the beast's demand, two of the volunteered soldiers scurried off to find the one the creature demanded for - an aged man hobbling out of a smaller house, a whispy white beard trailing down from his chin to where it almost scraped the earth as he hunched over with frail hands clutching a walking staff. His eyes were creased almost shut, though he bore an expression of a man that spent a many years smiling. He would appear and tip his frail head up to the dragon that hovered overhead.
A rasped cough would sound from him as he cleared his throat. "Say, say - you summon me?" he tried to speak as loudly as he could, though it was poor compared to the sound of those massive wings on the wind.
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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 Sept 3, 2017 18:01:22 GMT -8
A dragon! The sight of the terrible beast sent mothers and children scrambling for some pitiful means of shelter inside their homes. The men were poised outside, terrified but guarding of their homes - despite the fact most of them had nothing more than their farm tools for weapons. At the beast's demand, two of the volunteered soldiers scurried off to find the one the creature demanded for - an aged man hobbling out of a smaller house, a whispy white beard trailing down from his chin to where it almost scraped the earth as he hunched over with frail hands clutching a walking staff. His eyes were creased almost shut, though he bore an expression of a man that spent a many years smiling. He would appear and tip his frail head up to the dragon that hovered overhead. A rasped cough would sound from him as he cleared his throat. "Say, say - you summon me?" he tried to speak as loudly as he could, though it was poor compared to the sound of those massive wings on the wind. The dragon hovered where he was, his ears just barely picking up the elderly man’s voice. Over a thousand years the dragon had toned his ears to mostly cancel out the sound of his own beating wings. “First, you shall tell me whom is the Lord or Lady who owns these lands, and where I might find them. Then secondly, you and the rest of the townsfolk here shall give me a tribute. Gold, art, magical objects, your children, your animals, whatever you deem appropriate. However, should this group offering prove meager or sub-par, I will have no hesitation turning this pathetic infestation of humans and the like into ash. You and your people will have half an hour to prepare my gift.”His voice shook buildings, and could certainly be heard by everyone nearby. He remained where he was over the town, waiting for what the older man would say. |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2017 6:09:52 GMT -8
The poor old man, in addition to those around, were reduced to their knees at the booming power of the winged creature overhead. When he ceased to speak, the elder was aided to his feet, and he tipped his frail head up as well as he could managed to try and speak aloud towards Jarkoopi.
"W-We have no lord here," he would call, his voice still weak but straining to be heard. "We, we take care of our own. We have no gold or artifacts here!"
A nearby village soldier would begin to bark orders to those around, calling for a small gathering of sheep and cattle and pigs and a variety of crops - fruits and vegetables - to be prepared for offering outside the edge of the city.
"I-I do not know what we can do to ask you not to destroy what little we have - it's terrible enough when the Warden of Airedale raids the south for prisoners! Please, mighty dragon - have some mercy!"
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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 Sept 6, 2017 9:47:05 GMT -8
The poor old man, in addition to those around, were reduced to their knees at the booming power of the winged creature overhead. When he ceased to speak, the elder was aided to his feet, and he tipped his frail head up as well as he could managed to try and speak aloud towards Jarkoopi. "W-We have no lord here," he would call, his voice still weak but straining to be heard. "We, we take care of our own. We have no gold or artifacts here!" A nearby village soldier would begin to bark orders to those around, calling for a small gathering of sheep and cattle and pigs and a variety of crops - fruits and vegetables - to be prepared for offering outside the edge of the city. "I-I do not know what we can do to ask you not to destroy what little we have - it's terrible enough when the Warden of Airedale raids the south for prisoners! Please, mighty dragon - have some mercy!" Right after the elderly man finished speaking his last line, the dragon let out a short deafening roar that shook the trees and foundations, surely stopping most of the inhabitants in their tracks. “I do not care! I will crush the Warden, and you will obey my demands. Tell where this ‘warden’ is or when they come to this village, and they'll be eliminated. If I see this offer is puny I'll just have to destroy everything and leave the warden alone. Give me what you are willing to sacrifice for the rest of your people's lives and I may show mercy.” The dragon would set himself down near the center of town, crushing fences and other smaller constructs as he landed. The blue beast settled in, taking a sit among the buildings. He was surprisingly clean and well-decorated for a dragon. The dragon bared his teeth and his maw flew towards the village leader. Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui's stopped just before the man, showing off rows of dagger sized teeth while watching him closely with a single yellow eye. His voice lowered to a dragon whisper, but it was still loud to the smaller humans. “Where is the Warden of Airedale?” |
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Riley Fletcher and Cheesecake
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 121
Age: 25
Physical Description: Riley Fletcher is a red-haired human standing 6 feet in height, with the body of a trained soldier. His hair has been described as "red and floppy" and his clothes always seem to be their cleanest. Cheesecake is a fairy standing 6 inches in height, wearing a pink skirt. She has short blonde hair with a tiny cowlick that never seems to go away no matter what.
Clothes and Equipment: Riley's normal attire includes his red armor and green-tinted plate pieces and his green scythe with an amber blade. The scythe was a gift from the archfey themselves. Riley will be the first to admit a scythe isn't actually a viable weapon but the archfey, living in another plane of existence and having no idea what humans consider weapons, gifted him one thinking that because "it's super awesome-looking" it must be a proper weapon.
He keeps a longsword and shield as a backup for when the archfey are proven wrong. Along with his weapon, Riley carries with him standard adventuring gear as well as healing potions for when they're traveling. Cheesecake's small size means she's not able to carry much more than her rapier (essentially a metal toothpick).
Registered: Aug 23, 2017 9:00:03 GMT -8
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Post by Riley Fletcher and Cheesecake on Sept 6, 2017 11:59:46 GMT -8
As the dragon interrogated the poor man, his voice echoing off the landscape for a mile around, Riley watched from a hilltop silently. He observed the town being harassed with a somber look on his face.
"Blue dragon....possibly ice breath? Or lightning...." He muttered to himself. On his head Cheesecake sat with an intense look, gazing over to the beast. Riley plucked her off her head and placed her in the air where she began to hover naturally. He started to walk towards hte village.
"I don't want to take chances. I'll distract him, you whip something up." He said as he pulled his scythe off his back. Cheesecake chirped to him, looking nervous and worried. He turned back and smiled.
" 'Course you can. You can do anything you put your mind to. I'm sure you can save these people." He said with sincerity. Cheesecake hesitated for a moment before puffing her cheeks up and nodding. Riley nodded back and started to walk again.
How was he going to do it? The dragon's smart, he's not going to just charge a grounded enemy. He'd fly over and blast him. What's worse is he didn't know the element of the creature so either he'll be tasered or frozen. Possibly both. Riley continued to think as his walk turned into a jog. He attempted to sneak into the city without being seen, a single person amongst a crowd of many. The dragon didn't think highly of humans, maybe he wouldn't be able to notice.
Well, he would have to get him to. Riley continued his jog just as the dragon leaned in to grumble something to the mayor but pulled his rucksack forward to dig through it for something. Eventually he pulled out some sort of ancient relic, brimming with magical energy. Its radiation made Riley's hairs stand up on end. With the object in hand he started to move through the city streets to get closer to the dragon.
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Post by Cheesecake The Fairy on Sept 6, 2017 12:03:43 GMT -8
After Riley left, Cheesecake deflated her cheeks and stared at the scene. She was stumped on what to do. She was just a little fairy, what could she possible to do a creature so large it can't even see her? She started to doubt herself as she tried a few incantations, holding her hands up and making symbols in the air. It failed. She stopped and sighed, looking to the ground. Was Riley wrong?
No, he couldn't be. Riley has always had faith in her. Even in the darkest moments Riley would trust her to do the right thing. She thought back to her first moment meeting him, right after she was attacked by a wolf and left for dead. She remember his gigantic form bursting through the forest and collapsing on the same stump as her. She remembers trying to escape but was too crippled to get away. She remembered Riley trying to calm her emotions and assure her he meant no harm. Him healing her wounds, taking care of her, always being there for her....it was enough. She didn't want to let Riley down.
With more determination, Cheesecake put her hands up again and began to make symbols with her hand. She had an idea of what to do to save the town and she was going to do it no matter what.
[Charge 1]
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2017 0:05:37 GMT -8
The animals and food for offering were still being gathered up in a small pile of sorts outside the village's edge - the cattle and sheep and such being lashed to a post staked to keep them from running. The poor old man nearly topped over as the beast lowered it's head towards him, and he looked up to the great eye staring down at him with pure fear in his little old heart.
All he could do was point towards the forest when the question was presented, as he had no idea where the cruel mistress resided - save for the fact that she and her hordes would come tear from the peaceful trees at random intervals over the weeks and months. That was all he could tell.
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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 Sept 12, 2017 5:16:52 GMT -8
As the dragon interrogated the poor man, his voice echoing off the landscape for a mile around, Riley watched from a hilltop silently. He observed the town being harassed with a somber look on his face. "Blue dragon....possibly ice breath? Or lightning...." He muttered to himself. On his head Cheesecake sat with an intense look, gazing over to the beast. Riley plucked her off her head and placed her in the air where she began to hover naturally. He started to walk towards hte village. "I don't want to take chances. I'll distract him, you whip something up." He said as he pulled his scythe off his back. Cheesecake chirped to him, looking nervous and worried. He turned back and smiled. " 'Course you can. You can do anything you put your mind to. I'm sure you can save these people." He said with sincerity. Cheesecake hesitated for a moment before puffing her cheeks up and nodding. Riley nodded back and started to walk again. How was he going to do it? The dragon's smart, he's not going to just charge a grounded enemy. He'd fly over and blast him. What's worse is he didn't know the element of the creature so either he'll be tasered or frozen. Possibly both. Riley continued to think as his walk turned into a jog. He attempted to sneak into the city without being seen, a single person amongst a crowd of many. The dragon didn't think highly of humans, maybe he wouldn't be able to notice. Well, he would have to get him to. Riley continued his jog just as the dragon leaned in to grumble something to the mayor but pulled his rucksack forward to dig through it for something. Eventually he pulled out some sort of ancient relic, brimming with magical energy. Its radiation made Riley's hairs stand up on end. With the object in hand he started to move through the city streets to get closer to the dragon. After Riley left, Cheesecake deflated her cheeks and stared at the scene. She was stumped on what to do. She was just a little fairy, what could she possible to do a creature so large it can't even see her? She started to doubt herself as she tried a few incantations, holding her hands up and making symbols in the air. It failed. She stopped and sighed, looking to the ground. Was Riley wrong? No, he couldn't be. Riley has always had faith in her. Even in the darkest moments Riley would trust her to do the right thing. She thought back to her first moment meeting him, right after she was attacked by a wolf and left for dead. She remember his gigantic form bursting through the forest and collapsing on the same stump as her. She remembers trying to escape but was too crippled to get away. She remembered Riley trying to calm her emotions and assure her he meant no harm. Him healing her wounds, taking care of her, always being there for her....it was enough. She didn't want to let Riley down. With more determination, Cheesecake put her hands up again and began to make symbols with her hand. She had an idea of what to do to save the town and she was going to do it no matter what. [Charge 1] For the time that Riley Fletcher and Cheesecake approached the town, the dragon was unaware of their presence as he interrogated the elderly gentleman. The man pointed off into forest, and at first the dragon was confused as what to that was supposed to mean, until he realized he was giving a direction. “I see.”But before the dragon could make another move, a sharp disturbance in the local mana of the area shifted. A magic user. Alarmed at the presence of a competent magic user, the dragon leaped up into the air, taking flight above the village once again. Could this be the Warden? The dragon doubted it, but perhaps this whole thing was a trap, it was a possibly, an unlikely one. Regardless, he sought to stop whomever may have been trying to use magic upon him. For now he'd gain altitude as he scanned the town for what might be trying to challenge. The electric charge on his hide drastically started to ramp up, as the blue beast charged his magic for a defense or perhaps a preemptive strike. The dragon called out whomever was preparing to attack him. “Dare to strike at me and I will reduce this puny village to ruins, unless you are the Warden, then come out and announce your presence you coward!”[Charge 1] |
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Riley Fletcher and Cheesecake
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 121
Age: 25
Physical Description: Riley Fletcher is a red-haired human standing 6 feet in height, with the body of a trained soldier. His hair has been described as "red and floppy" and his clothes always seem to be their cleanest. Cheesecake is a fairy standing 6 inches in height, wearing a pink skirt. She has short blonde hair with a tiny cowlick that never seems to go away no matter what.
Clothes and Equipment: Riley's normal attire includes his red armor and green-tinted plate pieces and his green scythe with an amber blade. The scythe was a gift from the archfey themselves. Riley will be the first to admit a scythe isn't actually a viable weapon but the archfey, living in another plane of existence and having no idea what humans consider weapons, gifted him one thinking that because "it's super awesome-looking" it must be a proper weapon.
He keeps a longsword and shield as a backup for when the archfey are proven wrong. Along with his weapon, Riley carries with him standard adventuring gear as well as healing potions for when they're traveling. Cheesecake's small size means she's not able to carry much more than her rapier (essentially a metal toothpick).
Registered: Aug 23, 2017 9:00:03 GMT -8
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Post by Riley Fletcher and Cheesecake on Sept 12, 2017 9:10:07 GMT -8
"Ah, so it was electrical...." Riley said to himself. He didn't bother to address the dragon directly, it wouldn't care enough. Rather he just needed to stall for time.
With the dragon aware of the magical energy but not of Riley's presence he was halfway through his plan. Suddenly Riley dashed to the side of the crowd, furiously running towards the opposite edge of the city he came from with the magic artifact in hand. He began to poke and prod it with his free hand, as if trying to activate something on the device itself.
"How the hell does this thing work..." He muttered to himself as he continued to push buttons. Eventually the gentle glow of the artifact became a bright red as it made a strange whirring sound.
"Oh, that isn't good!" Riley cried out as the whirring sped up. By the time he was on the edge of the city the device glowed brightly enough to be seen in darkness a mile away.
[Charge 1]
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Post by Cheesecake The Fairy on Sept 12, 2017 9:16:49 GMT -8
While Riley was barely getting a handle on the artifact they had found, Cheesecake was having her own problems. Each hand sign she attempted only left her confused as to what she was trying to do. She chirped in frustration as she attempted something new in order to improve the output of her spell, only to be left without a boost in energy. She had no clue what she was trying to do, what was Riley thinking?
No, she thought, he trusts me and I need to trust him. Suddenly on her third attempt a sigil appeared in front of her. She chirped in shock. This was new....
Cheesecake attempted the same hand signal again but nothing happened. The sigil remained in the air, floating in a circle around her hands slowly as if magical energy had been properly charged. Perhaps a different sign would work? Cheesecake tried one of her other hand signs but this time reminded herself that Riley believed in her and that she could do anything. Sure enough, another sigil appeared.
This was progress. She grinned with pride at figuring something out, only magnifying her drive to cast something amazing to save Acrine. She continued her hand signs, hoping to get more sigils to appear, more determined than ever before.
[Charge 2]
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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 Sept 14, 2017 5:54:15 GMT -8
"Ah, so it was electrical...." Riley said to himself. He didn't bother to address the dragon directly, it wouldn't care enough. Rather he just needed to stall for time. With the dragon aware of the magical energy but not of Riley's presence he was halfway through his plan. Suddenly Riley dashed to the side of the crowd, furiously running towards the opposite edge of the city he came from with the magic artifact in hand. He began to poke and prod it with his free hand, as if trying to activate something on the device itself. "How the hell does this thing work..." He muttered to himself as he continued to push buttons. Eventually the gentle glow of the artifact became a bright red as it made a strange whirring sound. "Oh, that isn't good!" Riley cried out as the whirring sped up. By the time he was on the edge of the city the device glowed brightly enough to be seen in darkness a mile away. [Charge 1] While Riley was barely getting a handle on the artifact they had found, Cheesecake was having her own problems. Each hand sign she attempted only left her confused as to what she was trying to do. She chirped in frustration as she attempted something new in order to improve the output of her spell, only to be left without a boost in energy. She had no clue what she was trying to do, what was Riley thinking? No, she thought, he trusts me and I need to trust him. Suddenly on her third attempt a sigil appeared in front of her. She chirped in shock. This was new.... Cheesecake attempted the same hand signal again but nothing happened. The sigil remained in the air, floating in a circle around her hands slowly as if magical energy had been properly charged. Perhaps a different sign would work? Cheesecake tried one of her other hand signs but this time reminded herself that Riley believed in her and that she could do anything. Sure enough, another sigil appeared. This was progress. She grinned with pride at figuring something out, only magnifying her drive to cast something amazing to save Acrine. She continued her hand signs, hoping to get more sigils to appear, more determined than ever before. [Charge 2] As the dragon searched the town with his beady yellow eyes, Riley Fletcher and Cheesecake’s dash gave away his position and the blue beast spotted him. Rather than continuing to gain altitude, he’d dive with what little altitude he gained towards a house in between him and Riley. The dragons outstretched his rear legs to grab as he closed in on the house’s roof. As he came down, he would snatch up the house by the roof, taking multiple chunks of wood, hay, and other construction materials off of the top and into his claws, only to shortly drop it on Riley. Quickly after picking up bits of the building, he quickly aligned his course to place Riley directly under his path, with the right timing, the dragon aimed to drop the lumber, mud and other debris right into Riley before flying off in the same distance past him to gain some range and height. The mana continued to pulse within the dragon as he kept focusing on charging for a magical strike on his go-around. For now he’d watch his behind as he distanced himself from the human. [Charge 2] |
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Riley Fletcher and Cheesecake
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 121
Age: 25
Physical Description: Riley Fletcher is a red-haired human standing 6 feet in height, with the body of a trained soldier. His hair has been described as "red and floppy" and his clothes always seem to be their cleanest. Cheesecake is a fairy standing 6 inches in height, wearing a pink skirt. She has short blonde hair with a tiny cowlick that never seems to go away no matter what.
Clothes and Equipment: Riley's normal attire includes his red armor and green-tinted plate pieces and his green scythe with an amber blade. The scythe was a gift from the archfey themselves. Riley will be the first to admit a scythe isn't actually a viable weapon but the archfey, living in another plane of existence and having no idea what humans consider weapons, gifted him one thinking that because "it's super awesome-looking" it must be a proper weapon.
He keeps a longsword and shield as a backup for when the archfey are proven wrong. Along with his weapon, Riley carries with him standard adventuring gear as well as healing potions for when they're traveling. Cheesecake's small size means she's not able to carry much more than her rapier (essentially a metal toothpick).
Registered: Aug 23, 2017 9:00:03 GMT -8
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Post by Riley Fletcher and Cheesecake on Sept 14, 2017 8:21:32 GMT -8
Riley spun in place as soon as he heard the smashing of buildings only to be met with a dragon flying directly at him with a literal ton of debris in its claws. Wasting no time, Riley pulled his scythe free and sliced upwards just as Jark dropped it onto him. The amber blade glowed slightly as a crescent wave of wind launched from the weapon's arc, slicing the debris in half just as it was about to hit him. Save for minor clouds of dust and hay, the majority of the hazards slammed into the ground on either side of Riley, leaving him safe from harm. The artifact continued to whir and vibrate in the air, pieces of its rectangle body separating from the main body and shifting around like a child's puzzle come to life.
"Well, at least she knows I'm here." Riley sighed as he readied his weapon for another attack. Moving slower, however, he continued to the edge of the city as well as moving towards Jark's current location, ready for another attack.
[Charge 2]
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Post by Cheesecake The Fairy on Sept 14, 2017 8:25:06 GMT -8
Cheesecake chirped excited as the dragon ripped part of a building off and hurled it at Riley, then chirped in a panicked fright upon realizing it was targeting Riley. She sighed when Riley managed to part the debris but was too unfocused to get a good handle on what her spell would be. By now she had charged a tremendous amount of energy for something but she was still unsure as to what. Because of her species' chaotic nature it was impossible, even for her, to tell what she could do. It could shoot harmless bubbles or turn the dragon into a turkey for all she knew. Nevertheless, she had to do something and continued making hand signs. Every once in a while a hand sign would cause another sigil to appear in a ring. She didn't know w hat they meant or what they were for but, hey, it's progress. Cheesecake deduced once there were enough sigils to form a full circle the spell would be completed. 3 Sigils completed, 4 more to go, was what she guessed. By now the magical energy she had compiled was starting to affect the area around her- grass began to bend away from the pressure, winds kicked up and swirled around her.
[Charge 3]
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 18, 2024 18:18:25 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2017 5:16:49 GMT -8
As the world came to chaos with the dragon taking flight and setting to destroy, and the stranger coming to aid - the villagers scrambled and scattered to their homes, locking themselves away as well as they could to try and feel something close to safe. Cellars were packed with what food and belongings could be taken and neighbors and residents alike before the doors slammed shut, the barns and stables shut up tight with their owners cowering with the animals. There was little they could do with the offering already having been made - and the dragon still looking to rip their poor village apart.
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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 Sept 19, 2017 5:30:01 GMT -8
Riley spun in place as soon as he heard the smashing of buildings only to be met with a dragon flying directly at him with a literal ton of debris in its claws. Wasting no time, Riley pulled his scythe free and sliced upwards just as Jark dropped it onto him. The amber blade glowed slightly as a crescent wave of wind launched from the weapon's arc, slicing the debris in half just as it was about to hit him. Save for minor clouds of dust and hay, the majority of the hazards slammed into the ground on either side of Riley, leaving him safe from harm. The artifact continued to whir and vibrate in the air, pieces of its rectangle body separating from the main body and shifting around like a child's puzzle come to life. "Well, at least she knows I'm here." Riley sighed as he readied his weapon for another attack. Moving slower, however, he continued to the edge of the city as well as moving towards Jark's current location, ready for another attack. [Charge 2] He kept the human at a far distance and stayed airborne as he lined up a lightning bolt with his foe’s head. The dragon's maw opened, crackling with energy jumping between his teeth. Before the dragon let forth his burst of electricity towards his enemy, it appeared that the dragon had begun to strike the air in front of him with his claws. But before he could complete his swipe, the arcing bolt of energy was let loose, and the dragon faded away into the background, just completely gone from sight. Should Riley continue his current course, the magical lightning would hit him in the face, most certainly enough to incapacitate him or perhaps kill him. It could be felt that the dragon's magical aura was still nearby, but the slightly more immediate danger was the incoming magical projectile. [2 Charges spent] |
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Riley Fletcher and Cheesecake
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 121
Age: 25
Physical Description: Riley Fletcher is a red-haired human standing 6 feet in height, with the body of a trained soldier. His hair has been described as "red and floppy" and his clothes always seem to be their cleanest. Cheesecake is a fairy standing 6 inches in height, wearing a pink skirt. She has short blonde hair with a tiny cowlick that never seems to go away no matter what.
Clothes and Equipment: Riley's normal attire includes his red armor and green-tinted plate pieces and his green scythe with an amber blade. The scythe was a gift from the archfey themselves. Riley will be the first to admit a scythe isn't actually a viable weapon but the archfey, living in another plane of existence and having no idea what humans consider weapons, gifted him one thinking that because "it's super awesome-looking" it must be a proper weapon.
He keeps a longsword and shield as a backup for when the archfey are proven wrong. Along with his weapon, Riley carries with him standard adventuring gear as well as healing potions for when they're traveling. Cheesecake's small size means she's not able to carry much more than her rapier (essentially a metal toothpick).
Registered: Aug 23, 2017 9:00:03 GMT -8
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Post by Riley Fletcher and Cheesecake on Sept 25, 2017 13:10:07 GMT -8
Riley panicked. A massive lightning bolt was on a direct path with him, someone completely incapable of dodging it in time. Even if he were to attempt to cut the lightning apart, it was moving too quickly for him to dodge in time.
[2 charges spent]
The artifact, however, had its own agenda. Pieces of the floating blocks rapidly began to form and multiple in front of Riley, creating a giant wall. Doubly so, the 50 foot square wall was covered even more by translucent hexagons, tightly connected together like a honey comb to form a massive dome around Riley. The lightning would ram against the wall, attempting to drill through the hexagons and blocks but coming up decisively short. The impact of an unstoppable force versus an immovable object cracked the ground around the point of collision, sending a dust cloud up that covered the field and blinded Riley. Appropriately enough, the dust never entered the dome. Riley stared in shock at the dome, confused by what he was looking at.
"Oh shit, it makes barriers?!" He yelled out to no one in particular. "I thought it was a bomb!"
The moment the lightning would dissipate so would the barriers. The artifact and all its pieces would crumble to the ground, the glow of its magical energy now completely gone. Riley grabbed his scythe and shifted into a defensive stance for whatever forces the unseen dragon had planned.
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