Bru'hoho
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Roleplay posts: 8 
Registered: Jul 8, 2015 18:31:58 GMT -8
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Post by Bru'hoho on Jul 20, 2015 15:02:39 GMT -8
Bru'hoho was not satisfied. His anger boiled within him. As his anger grew the markings on his skin begin to glow.
"You say we are to remain isolated and
yet you involve yourself in violence, which will bring more outsiders here. You have guaranteed our fate. I'll tell them our leader has failed, that our fate is up to us to decide."
With his words spoken, he'd leave. Disheartened by Enlidil that he'd have to bring bad news home, his emotions were spiraling. He had a major decision ahead of him.
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Ragnar
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 32
Physical Description: Draxis with mostly human appearance, save for his horns, patchy scales, and hard, black nails. His figure is less imposing than many of his kin, his physical strength no greater than an average human.
Clothes and Equipment:
Ragnar prefers to wear silks, as their physical beauty and fabric strength represent qualities he holds dear.
Player's online availability : Inconsistent time depending on family and work obligations.
Registered: Jul 20, 2015 10:40:10 GMT -8
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Post by Ragnar on Jul 20, 2015 15:13:43 GMT -8
"You do me great service," Ragnar gave the stewardess a half-bow. He walked with the guards with his head held high, with the ghost of a smile gracing the corners of his cheeks. He took in the great hall with reverence. He walked close to a large sculpture of a slayer's lance outstretched before open jaws of a wyvern. "Our ancestors," he spoke to any of the guards who were listening, "were mighty. Just to stand before an effigy is nearly enough to make me weep for how far we've fallen."
"Would they hate us for what we've become?"
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Mariah
Established
Fully Monsterized
Roleplay posts: 44 
Physical Description: Race: Draxis
White Hair, Amber eyes
She has now fully transformed into an insane draconic creature that kills with every chance.
Clothes and Equipment: Most of her clothes are now gone since they've been torn by her mutation, some armor though has fused with her body.
Her daggers she once wielded are now fused into her arms, one dagger is enchanted to drain mana and can channel said mana into a magic blast.
Player's online availability : Every Day
Registered: Jul 1, 2015 15:42:46 GMT -8
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Post by Mariah on Jul 20, 2015 15:22:08 GMT -8
"Yes, I am loyal, I wish to still be useful with my affliction." Mariah lowered her hood. "I could certainly fulfill that role, if you still see use in me."
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Enlidil
Established
Roleplay posts: 38
Registered: Jul 1, 2015 15:53:59 GMT -8
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Post by Enlidil on Jul 20, 2015 19:22:44 GMT -8
"The dragonfather has willed that we remain in these mountains to protect what is left of his empire. We must not lose sight of this," one of the guards spoke. "Nor must we lose faith in him or his wife; our lord's mother."
The guard bowed his head before one of the statues, then stood back up straight and turned. "We have duties to attend to. Please reflect silently until our lord joins you."
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"I am pleased with your dedication. From now on, we will be as close as lovers. I will rely on you to be my eyes, ears and hidden knife capable of the underhanded things that I cannot risk being caught doing myself. Serve me well and your rewards will be great indeed."
He reached up, stroking his hand through the woman's hair. "You are afflicted," he reminded her. "You yourself have no purpose or place remaining except me. I am your purpose from now on. My life is your life."
A guard knocked on the door suddenly. "Lord Enlidil, an important guest is waiting for you in the throne hall."
"I will be down momentarily."
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Mariah
Established
Fully Monsterized
Roleplay posts: 44
Physical Description: Race: Draxis
White Hair, Amber eyes
She has now fully transformed into an insane draconic creature that kills with every chance.
Clothes and Equipment: Most of her clothes are now gone since they've been torn by her mutation, some armor though has fused with her body.
Her daggers she once wielded are now fused into her arms, one dagger is enchanted to drain mana and can channel said mana into a magic blast.
Player's online availability : Every Day
Registered: Jul 1, 2015 15:42:46 GMT -8
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Post by Mariah on Jul 20, 2015 19:27:08 GMT -8
"Alright then, I accept. What would you have me do?"
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Ragnar
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 32
Physical Description: Draxis with mostly human appearance, save for his horns, patchy scales, and hard, black nails. His figure is less imposing than many of his kin, his physical strength no greater than an average human.
Clothes and Equipment:
Ragnar prefers to wear silks, as their physical beauty and fabric strength represent qualities he holds dear.
Player's online availability : Inconsistent time depending on family and work obligations.
Registered: Jul 20, 2015 10:40:10 GMT -8
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Post by Ragnar on Jul 20, 2015 20:14:09 GMT -8
"I could never lose faith. We are the Norkai. We are the chosen. Attend to your duties, and may the fire in your heart burn strong." He stood with his arms crossed as he waited. -The only way to protect the Empire is to grow- he contemplated to himself -We must reclaim our empire, for the glory of our ancestors-.
He touched the high collar of his silk jacket, tracing his finger along the embroidery of his own House of Kur. His family's mythology held that Kur was the first of dragons, who submitted to the far more powerful Draxenssehs during pre-history. Draxenssehs allowed Kur to live because of Kur's wisdom and advise was invaluable. Others considered his family's mythology a form of heresy, though it was tolerated because the Kur family did not proselytize, and they kept their family story close.
As he waited, he felt his kinship with Kur. Ragnar would never rule the Norkai, nor did he want to, but he could be an instrument in rebuilding their empire. "For the glory of Draxenssehs," he whispered to himself.
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Enlidil
Established
Roleplay posts: 38
Registered: Jul 1, 2015 15:53:59 GMT -8
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Post by Enlidil on Jul 22, 2015 19:01:18 GMT -8
"Keep your eyes open. I need you to see when my eyes are busy doing other things," Enlidil told her, before standing and taking a deep breath.
He said nothing else to the assassin, instead leaving the room and closing the door behind him. Now he had to focus his attention on the one who wanted to meet him, so he made his way down the winding staircase of the tower and down into the fortress keep. From there, he passed through guarded corridors and into the throne room.
He took a brief look at his subject, then began to make his way towards the throne. Seeing it only proper, he took a seat on it and made himself look official.
"So, how many I help you?"
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Ragnar
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 32
Physical Description: Draxis with mostly human appearance, save for his horns, patchy scales, and hard, black nails. His figure is less imposing than many of his kin, his physical strength no greater than an average human.
Clothes and Equipment:
Ragnar prefers to wear silks, as their physical beauty and fabric strength represent qualities he holds dear.
Player's online availability : Inconsistent time depending on family and work obligations.
Registered: Jul 20, 2015 10:40:10 GMT -8
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Post by Ragnar on Jul 22, 2015 21:06:45 GMT -8
Ragnar's face kept stoic as Enlidil walked past him. He would not betray his inner thoughts or emotions as the Draxis Lord took his seat. "The throne suits you," he claimed earnestly, "As would a crown." The Draxis kept a council of five, but a true Emperor was sorely needed as far as Ragnar was concerned. Ragnar pressed his fist to his heart in a salute and bowed, "I am Ragnar, son of Jorvik, from house Kur."
"I come to you, my lord, to praise your victory in banishing the invaders. More than that, I wish to petition you to lead our servicemen in putting our mine to work. Though it is inaccessible from the outside, we can still enter through the tunnels by which we launched our attack. Moreover, it contains iron for our soldiers, and valuable reagents for our mages. I am willing to devote the resources of my house in this venture, if you are willing to lend us the manpower."
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Enlidil
Established
Roleplay posts: 38
Registered: Jul 1, 2015 15:53:59 GMT -8
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Post by Enlidil on Jul 24, 2015 7:20:04 GMT -8
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Esphirises
Established
Roleplay posts: 22
Physical Description: Height: 6'6"
Weight: 260 pounds
Eye Color: Cerulean
Hair Color: Navy Blue
Skin Color: Silver and Blue with hints of scaling in Moonlight, pale in Sunlight.
Has a Seal on the back of his neck.
Esphireses stands like a human, but his body much resembles a shark in multiple aspects, especially in the face and gills. These gills seal up when out of water and his face can change into a sharks that is large enough to chomp off a humans head. head.
Clothes and Equipment: Generally he is found in his striped suit, black shirt, and white tie. Underneath his shirt is a light weight armor shirt crafted by a now extinct Elfin tribe. This armor shirt allows damage, but is extremely hard to pierce due to the type of woven metal they used. His shoes were snakeskin pointed dress boots that had blades in the heels. All in all, he was a well dressed man.
After coming back from the Ethereal Realm, he had been sent on a quest and was captured. When he returned, he had an iron helm helm that was locked around his head. Since then, he has searched high and low to find out how to get the helm off.
As for weapons, Esphireses has a cane that he does not need, but with it having the power it does, he took it for himself when they found it in Atlanticus. This cane turns into a magical trident. The trident is made of a blue metal and it's origins are unknown. Very magical, but not commonly used.
Smaller weapons that may be on him:
Shark Knife
1x Nightstick
2x Dagger
?x Combat Enhancing Drugs
2x Med-Potions
1x Shield Summoning Scroll
2x Med-Ethers
Registered: Jun 19, 2015 18:21:00 GMT -8
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Post by Esphirises on Aug 16, 2015 18:37:09 GMT -8
Esphireses and his militia had crossed the foothills to find themselves staring down the Norkari Mountains. He would call for a halt and turn to his men. He'd look across his two companies and smirk.
"We have cleared the Western Expanse to the North. We now must seize these mountains! The only way to secure our territory, we need this barrier! If it moves, do as the gods tell you to. Fear will cripple the enemy before we draw our swords!" Esphireses spoke.
What his companies consisted of was:
Company Aros
200 Royal Marines
400 Standard Combat Marines
15 Siege Weapons
Company Bertham:
125 Royal Marines
400 Standard Combat Marines
10 Siege Weapons
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Enlidil
Established
Roleplay posts: 38
Registered: Jul 1, 2015 15:53:59 GMT -8
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Post by Enlidil on Aug 16, 2015 21:00:54 GMT -8
The invading forces would find The Norkari Mountains a labyrinth of mountainous paths and passages, with sharp cliffs, drops and sudden rises around every corner while white peaks rose all around them that seemed to continue forever. Progression was possible, but they would need to be cautious; shelter was few and far between and beasts with a hunger for flesh lurked in the rocks. It would be especially difficult to manoeuvre siege weaponry, especially large variations, without considerable effort. Similarly, due to the unmapped nature of the region, they would need to thoroughly scout ahead or risk wasting considerable time not actually reaching any Norkari Settlements, which were comprised of mostly tribal villages, some of which were located in the cave systems underground. The five main Norkari settlements were spread considerably far apart and surprisingly easy to miss when navigating through the region, with Venead located further towards the southern end.
Meanwhile, the army was being watched. Hidden scouts and trained beasts eyed up their new foe.
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Esphirises
Established
Roleplay posts: 22
Physical Description: Height: 6'6"
Weight: 260 pounds
Eye Color: Cerulean
Hair Color: Navy Blue
Skin Color: Silver and Blue with hints of scaling in Moonlight, pale in Sunlight.
Has a Seal on the back of his neck.
Esphireses stands like a human, but his body much resembles a shark in multiple aspects, especially in the face and gills. These gills seal up when out of water and his face can change into a sharks that is large enough to chomp off a humans head. head.
Clothes and Equipment: Generally he is found in his striped suit, black shirt, and white tie. Underneath his shirt is a light weight armor shirt crafted by a now extinct Elfin tribe. This armor shirt allows damage, but is extremely hard to pierce due to the type of woven metal they used. His shoes were snakeskin pointed dress boots that had blades in the heels. All in all, he was a well dressed man.
After coming back from the Ethereal Realm, he had been sent on a quest and was captured. When he returned, he had an iron helm helm that was locked around his head. Since then, he has searched high and low to find out how to get the helm off.
As for weapons, Esphireses has a cane that he does not need, but with it having the power it does, he took it for himself when they found it in Atlanticus. This cane turns into a magical trident. The trident is made of a blue metal and it's origins are unknown. Very magical, but not commonly used.
Smaller weapons that may be on him:
Shark Knife
1x Nightstick
2x Dagger
?x Combat Enhancing Drugs
2x Med-Potions
1x Shield Summoning Scroll
2x Med-Ethers
Registered: Jun 19, 2015 18:21:00 GMT -8
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Post by Esphirises on Aug 17, 2015 18:50:01 GMT -8
Esphireses men we brought up by a large boat that seemed to travel over the ground, as if hovering. Upon it was supplies for the militants to build a quick fort for supplies to be sent to and plans to be unfolded. This would become their main point of operations.
While the ship was being unloaded and soldiers began to work, Esphireses gave some orders, "Alright, I want two pairs of scouts to go out and find us some routes to travel. These mountains are old and steeper than those of Blackfog. Make a map as far as you go until you find civilization or come to a wall. If you are found, leave a cloth and shoot a fiery arrow into the sky."
With those orders, two scout groups broke away and took off. Two were archers and two were CQC Weapon specialists. An old fashion version of a sniper and a scout. As they were trained to be a Marine, they moved into the mountains at the most impassible spot, hoping to avoid anybody see them cross into them.
With that, Esphireses would see to a patrol being set up while the fortifications were being dealt with. With such numbers, the ship was quickly unloaded. Esphireses would make his way to the superior officer over it.
"Tell the next ship to bring supply carriages. Once we can break into these mountains, we'll begin setting up bunkers. We'll need the carriages to navigate through the mountains. I don't believe they'll be much land to fight on unless there's a civilization. It's been so long since i've fought on a mountain terrain, i'm going to do whatever we need.
When you return to the Capitol, bring with you more men. Bring whatever is capable of returning, along with fresh armor and weapons, lot's of weapon supplies."
With that, the ships superior officer went back to his duties and Esphireses exited the ship. With a large cloud of dirt, the ship pushed off full sail ahead towards the oceanside colony. The way these ships could move, it wouldn't take but half a day to reach their destination.
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Strike-Fist
Established
Assassin of TPS
Roleplay posts: 15
Registered: Aug 17, 2015 17:54:52 GMT -8
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Post by Strike-Fist on Sept 21, 2015 19:23:46 GMT -8
Strike-Fist slid into the mountains like he was a beast of it. He ran on all four and was in the bare necessities. Between the hair that grew from his head and down his back like a ling mohawk, and the markings on his body, he was a beastman himself in a way.
He'd sniff the air and look around. His senses were extremely strong, so he'd use them to scout his path through the mountains without running into anyone. If he did get spotted and less than four came for him, there's a good chance they'd wind up dead. He was what he was, an assassin, and an extremely good one.
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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 Jan 25, 2016 20:33:41 GMT -8
Lum'Valia leads Jun of the Celadine , and Arya Shieldheart to the base of the mountains. At some point she acquired a bag. The dragoness points in the direction of the summit far over head. The summit so far overhead, it can't even be seen. "The first step is to climb this mountain! You have to wear these..." She produces two thin brown cotton robes from the bag. She hands one to Jun, the other to Arya. "...and nothing else. You are not allowed to use magic. You are not allowed to eat until I say so. You are allowed to help each other. You also get a rope." She pulls a rope from the bag, this is handed to Jun. "Any questions?" |
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Jan 25, 2016 21:22:49 GMT -8
Jun sighed. "Well, it wouldn't be training Jun if she didn't almost die..." Jun smirks and takes the rope and the cloth. Under her breath she muttered "I know right?" as a bit of a throw-back to her almost losing her mind via Lum'Valia's "mind split" training. She finds a secluded spot behind a rock and undresses herself. When she's done putting on the cloth she hands all her equipment to Lum'Valia, including her precious rig.
"Arya, do you know anything about climbing mountains? I'm not much of an expert."
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Arya Shieldheart
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 21
Physical Description: *Physical Description*
Arya stands at about 5'10, with an athletic build composed of lean yet strong muscle due to rigorous training in plate armor most of the time. Arya has pure white hair that tumbles down to just above the small of her back in flowing waves.
Her face holds soft features, which seem welcoming to any who look upon them. Her eyes, which are a ruby red color, always seem to hold a friendly, welcoming glint.
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Clothes and Equipment: *Clothes and Equipment*
In combat, Arya will almost always be wearing a high quality plate armor made of white plate accented in black. The armor was made to fit the user and is more form fitting than plate armor of a lower quality, which makes it hug her features a bit, while also allowing a freer range of movement. On top of this, the armor is also enchanted, which lends it additional strength in the form of various wards placed upon it. With the armor, Arya also usually has a dark navy blue cape that is enchanted to protect her from the elements that may affect a user wearing full plate normally.
Arya's sword, which she carries at all times, appears to be made out of pure gold and is ornately crafted, though in truth it is only golden in color. The blade seems to always gleam with holy energy. The source of the blade's holy energy seems to flow directly from Arya's soul, the blade and its wielder's soul linked by a powerful bond. The golden metal sword is so much a part of Arya that she can easily cast holy magic or light magic through it as she fights with it, and if one were to hold the blade, it would surrender everything of Arya's being to that person, including every memory, thought, and emotion she had ever experienced and is experiencing at the time. If the sword, which is nigh indestructible, is destroyed, however, Arya would die.
At other times, she wears more mundane clothing, though it typically consists of a cloak that is a dark navy blue, similar to her cape while she is wearing her armor that is also enchanted to protect it's wearer a bit. For the most part, she summons most of her equipment through the use of light magic, except for her sword.
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Registered: Jan 10, 2016 15:07:58 GMT -8
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Post by Arya Shieldheart on Jan 26, 2016 11:01:39 GMT -8
Arya cranes her neck to try and see the top of the mountain, but it is obscured by the clouds, it was a very tall mountain indeed, and Lum'valia wanted them to climb all the way to the top in nothing but those flimsy brown robes? Well, if anything, Arya could not say these trials were without their difficulties.
Taking a brown robe herself, she found her own secluded spot, undressing completely before slipping the brown robe over her head. Thankfully if was cotton, Arya shuddered at the thought of wearing only a wool robe. It would have been warmer though...
Even now Arya started getting goosebumps, the robe did not seem to stop the chilly mountain air from slicing through it. The temperature was only uncomfortable for now more than anything though.
Hearing Jun from behind a different rock, she replies, "Nope, this is my first time climbing a mountain this tall, although I used to live on a mountain, but it was much smaller..." her voice trailed off then as she remembered her old home from so long ago. She would take a few moments to push back those emotions and would make her way out from behind the rock, also giving Lum'valia all of her stuff, including her precious golden sword.
Standing next to Jun in her brown robe, she asked, "So can we start yet? And can we drink water or something before you say so or is that the same deal as the food?"
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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 Jan 26, 2016 11:23:17 GMT -8
Lum gathers all of the girls gear, placing it in her chest. There is still large amount of chocolate inside. The dragoness breaks of a piece of the chocolate, and starts eating it. She then remembers what she is doing, and flushes a light pink. Grinning sheepishly, she tries to hide the chocolate behind her back.
"Errrr, sorry. Yes you can start, and yes you can drink water. Don't eat snow though! That is dangerous. I will meet you at the top!"
With that Lum leaps into the air assuming her dragon form. Her luminescent scales shine brightly, but soon disappear from sight.
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Jan 26, 2016 21:09:52 GMT -8
Jun cracks her knuckles. "Ok... Well, there is a mountain close to where I live. When I was little me and my friends would try to find ourselves trilobite fossils. But... it's been a while."
Jun begins to climb up the mountain.
*Cue Rocky theme*
There was cracking of bones, gnashing of teeth. Her cotton robe was drenched in sweat. Her skin was dry and cracked. Still, she soldiered on. Her heart beat so hard that it was audible in her ears. But her determination was such that she used the very sound itself to motivate her ascent up what was her greatest foe yet.
Pretty soon her muscles felt like they were on fire. Her cloth was drenched in sweat. In her mind she could hear her other selves cheering on. She would show this mountain who was boss. She would never give in. This mountain would become her bitch. With each and every agonizing step, each rock she hooked, her passion for climbing the mountain grew. Climb it! Climb it hard! Claw and pound your ass up the mountain. Conquer it! Make love to it! Let your passion carry you to the stars!
Almost there, almost there... ALMOST THERE!
"YES, I DID IT!"
Jun had made it 17 feet up the mountain and was now catching her breath on a small overpass.
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Arya Shieldheart
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 21
Physical Description: *Physical Description*
Arya stands at about 5'10, with an athletic build composed of lean yet strong muscle due to rigorous training in plate armor most of the time. Arya has pure white hair that tumbles down to just above the small of her back in flowing waves.
Her face holds soft features, which seem welcoming to any who look upon them. Her eyes, which are a ruby red color, always seem to hold a friendly, welcoming glint.
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Clothes and Equipment: *Clothes and Equipment*
In combat, Arya will almost always be wearing a high quality plate armor made of white plate accented in black. The armor was made to fit the user and is more form fitting than plate armor of a lower quality, which makes it hug her features a bit, while also allowing a freer range of movement. On top of this, the armor is also enchanted, which lends it additional strength in the form of various wards placed upon it. With the armor, Arya also usually has a dark navy blue cape that is enchanted to protect her from the elements that may affect a user wearing full plate normally.
Arya's sword, which she carries at all times, appears to be made out of pure gold and is ornately crafted, though in truth it is only golden in color. The blade seems to always gleam with holy energy. The source of the blade's holy energy seems to flow directly from Arya's soul, the blade and its wielder's soul linked by a powerful bond. The golden metal sword is so much a part of Arya that she can easily cast holy magic or light magic through it as she fights with it, and if one were to hold the blade, it would surrender everything of Arya's being to that person, including every memory, thought, and emotion she had ever experienced and is experiencing at the time. If the sword, which is nigh indestructible, is destroyed, however, Arya would die.
At other times, she wears more mundane clothing, though it typically consists of a cloak that is a dark navy blue, similar to her cape while she is wearing her armor that is also enchanted to protect it's wearer a bit. For the most part, she summons most of her equipment through the use of light magic, except for her sword.
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Registered: Jan 10, 2016 15:07:58 GMT -8
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Post by Arya Shieldheart on Jan 27, 2016 11:30:54 GMT -8
Arya watched Jun climb up the first few handholds with a bit of amusement tinging her features as she watched the girl fight for every inch up the rocky cliff face in front of them. Arya on the other hand, found a rocky path to walk up, which, while still steep, was easily adequate enough of a path for Arya to walk up the mountain, only occasionally having to bend down to prop herself against the cold rocks so she did not lose her balance.
Now quite a bit a ways ahead of Jun on the path, she turned back, "Hey! Why don't you follow me this way? It's much easier and I bet we will have plenty of terrifying steep cliff faces to scale farther up the mountain." Not to mention, it would also be much colder farther up the mountain, Arya could only hope she would still be able to climb effectively while not being able to feel her extremities.
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Jan 27, 2016 11:38:17 GMT -8
Jun only now notices the path and smacks herself in the face.
"Coming."
Arya definitely seemed like she knew what she was doing. Jun watched her movements closely and tried to learn from her. The further they got up the mountain, the greater the difference in their physical ability would show. Not that Jun was in terrible shape, but she simply couldn't compare to someone who was used to training in heavy armor.
As her breathing became noticeably labored, she said "Sorry if I'm slowing you down."
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