Syros
Established
Roleplay posts: 35 
Physical Description: With white hair, an athletic frame and silver eyes, the man looks young and beautiful as many of the ancient heroes of old. He wears whatever he can afford, whatever suits him and whatever is practical. He carries with him his Titan Spear at all times, despite how impractical it can sometimes be.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapon: The Titan Spear is a legendary weapon, unbreakable, more than twice as long as a man... And crafted from the God's own forge. Its blade can cut through a mountain, if the right man wields it... And it harnesses the element of wind to increase its cutting power to the very edge. It is complimented at its blunt end by a chain that can be clipped to his left arm. It also has a second special property, one that allows it to be stored in a sub-space of The Precursor's being so that its size does not constantly cause issues. He can also of course, 'bring it out' at will.
Registered: Feb 18, 2016 19:07:00 GMT -8
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Post by Syros on Feb 20, 2016 21:43:16 GMT -8
Syros's plan ultimately became unneeded, yet for the duration of the large dragon's rampant flying he still had to operate under the assumption that it was. So thus, hidden upon the scales on the dragon's back, he would thrust his spear downwards between the stones to pierce the dragon's hide (which, being held on to, also meant he was able to avoid falling) and then swing it to cleave through the rock and open comparatively small wounds.
However, the wounds would hurt. They would burn. They would have been an piercing, stinging pain that reverberated through the body much like a paper-cut on a human and Syros hoped that doing this would aid in distracting the dragon for long enough for the female holy dragon's charging spell to be fired.
And then of course it was, a holy spear that shot down toward's the dragon's massive, stone body. Syros recognized it's coming, leaping down towards the dragon's lower back in a single great bound in order to avoid it. Luckily, it was a concentrated strike, leaving him completely unharmed and capable of continuing to fight and now that the dragon had surely been stunned, he rushed into action again. He turned, back towards the dragon's head, then began to sprint up along the dragon's back even as sure footing failed him and the dragon began to curl up into a ball from sheer agony. His reaction was to swing wildly, to cut and smash with his titan spear through any part of the body he could reach until finally the shell exploded - sending pieces of the colossal dragon out across the nearby mountains.
Again, the warrior from the sky was lucky. The piece upon which Syros had been standing was so large that as it was forced through the air towards a mountainside, it was a simply matter for him to simply lower himself into a crouch and then jump from it down towards the ground, once again escaping without injury. He hit the floor on an angled position, with smaller stones that made up his ground rolling out from under him and causing him to fall against his back and slide with crumbling debris down towards a rocky outwatch and as he did so, he watched the titanic pieces of Rag'Novok's body crash into the surrounding area with deafening sound.
Yet something still felt dangerous to him, as though the threat, while diminished, was still very much real. He narrowed his eyes, piercing through the accumulating dust and scanning the horizons in order to try and find it's source. It wasn't long until Rag'Novok revealed himself again without a need for this, for the rocks began to shift inwards towards his position through a magical attraction that defied common physics and made Syros alarmed of fact that he was not only alive, but attempting to regenerate himself. He had to get in there! He had to put a stop to it before it could escape, before it could do more harm! He had to kill it! Suddenly, his train of thought was cut short as a large boulder shot towards the dragon's core from behind him, resulting in it hitting him in the back and throwing him from the mountain as a limp and unconscious body.
He fell to the valley floor below, blood trickling down the sides of his head and seeping into the cream clothing that covered him. Seriously injured? Perhaps not, considering the prowess he had so far displayed, but certainly now out of action.. At least for a few minutes. As he slept, Rag'Novok's defeated form escaped from the scene of battle, retreating to no doubt show himself another day and re-launch his attack upon the mountains and the world. Syros, for all effects and purposes, had failed in his mission despite the success that Lum'valia had brought him.
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Syros opened his eyes and groaned, hand spreading out over the soft grass while a drum was pounded inside his head. He found it strange how the grass had woken him, yet not the final roars of the great dragon that he had heard even in his sleep. The soft feeling of the long forgotten pleasure of fresh grass against his skin, yet not the defeated cry of his foe as he made his great escape.
He pushed himself up into a seated position, watching as the final blooms of new-found plant-life stretched over the distance; how pretty. The landscape was now significantly altered, not just the green that now covered the once desolate grey and white of rock and snow, but the large pieces of the dragon's remains that had fallen over the passes and the ruined mountains that surrounded them. Syros could not tell whether the mountains were better for this fact, yet had a feeling in his heart that they were.
What now? He asked himself, reaching down for the spear that had stuck itself into the ground besides him during his fall and pulling it from the ground as he stood. Should he meet those who had fought the beast from beginning to end? Those who had been his allies in the endeavour? He sighed at the idea, knowing it was something he ought to do despite how he craved nothing more than solitude; except perhaps the end of his headache.
Eventually he turned, deciding that it was against his best interests to introduce himself. He would let them initiate any interaction if they so desired, at which point he would greet and converse with them as friends. However if not, he would silently wander south and leave the scene of battle.
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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on Feb 21, 2016 9:02:45 GMT -8
The battle had ended by the time Ildesias arrived, but arrive he did upon the back of a flying and armoured griffon. Had he intended to fight on this companion? Likely not, but it was the fastest means of travel to reach The Norkari Mountains from Isra, which would otherwise have meant spending hours at the very least traversing roads and dangerous paths through hills and ice-covered ravines. Yet even with the advantage of air, Ildesias had not been able to join the battle in time - it was well then that the dragon seemed to have disappeared, while those who were clearly non-hostiles remained unharmed and apparently victorious.
Yet he was confused. Grass, vines, trees and other such greenery had grown over the battlefield, yet he had visited this location before and knew it to be one of cold rock where life struggled to grow. How had such plantlife come to be?
He blinked, his griffon flying down towards the area, at which point he slid from his mount's back and landed with a soft thud on cold yet fresh grass. It seemed he was looking for something, or someone, to explain what had happened.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238 
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
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Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Feb 21, 2016 9:05:19 GMT -8
From the carriage, Naoki watches in her mind's eye as the bright presence representing Lum'Valia fades and becomes unresponsive. Unconsciousness.
Fortunately enough, the scrying functions of the ring aren't linked to the wearer's consent or consciousness, so Naoki is able to watch as Lum collapses, transforms, and falls to the ground.
However, unfortunately, the ring Lum was given wasn't prepared to have the capability to project audible words, so Naoki cannot speak to the paladin- Ayra. She opts to have the ring glimmer and glow in a silent signaling attempt. Communication would become possible if Ayra reaches out to touch the ring.
Instead, she reaches out to Maelik once more, and attempts to calm him from his battle rage.
Maelik. The battle is over; we won, the creature is running scared. Don't bother chasing it, there's powerful residual magic still in effect around the thing- you'd get ripped to shreds. I'm having some of my agents track it, and we can return to finish it off another day. The more pressing matter at the moment is your well being, and that of Ms. Lum. She seems to have fallen unconscious, and physically changed following the casting of that spell. She seems unharmed as nearly as I can tell from here, but I imagine casting that took a lot out of her. We're coming back to pick you all up in the carriage. I would suggest- if you're able to move, that you either wait where you are, or make your way over to where Ms. Lum and the paladin are, and wait for us there. Good job.
As stated, the carriage wheels around, and begins to trundle in the opposite direction, making its way across the shattered, get green landscape back to the area where Lum and Ayra sit.
As they travel, Jax retakes his lookout position behind the mounted weapon on the roof of the mighty carriage. As Ildesias approaches on griffon-back, he is spotted, and the information is relayed inside, prompting Naoki to peek again out the top hatch, and wave to him.
She attempts to indicate, through a small series of hand motions, that the battle is complete, they won, but her agents were incapacitated in the fight, and they are moving to exfiltrate them. Ildesias, not having been instructed on the nuances of Naoki's unique brand of sign language, probably won't 't pick up on all that, but she realizes this, and repeats the message in simplified, universal gestures. She points ahead to the area where Lum and Ayra are sitting, and motions to indicate that the carriage is going there. She suggests that Ildesias either land atop the carriage, or meet them over there.
The carriage should easily be large enough to accommodate a regularly sized griffon landing atop it, and if he opts to, Naoki will order the carriage be momentarily stopped to facilitate the landing.
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Maelik The Fellblade
Dedicated
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6l6vqPUM_FE
Roleplay posts: 390
Age: Several eons.
Physical Description: Standing at 14' tall with an equal length for his tail and a 28 foot wingspan. Charcoal black scales with glowing crimson eyes and a maw full of needle sharp fangs. Muscular build though clearly draconian in nature.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a suit of spiked black armor with red trim, a silver helmet that covers the topside of his face and a little skull shaped necklace made of wood though it never seems to burn. His weapons of choice are dual greatswords made from a strange blackened hellish material that crackles with dark lightning and gives off a dangerous feeling.
Player's online availability : I check in almost daily although it may take about an hour or two to post back unless I'm busy. (This is my homepage so checking is easy :P)
Registered: Feb 20, 2015 23:09:59 GMT -8
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Post by Maelik The Fellblade on Feb 21, 2016 10:18:50 GMT -8
Maelik clung to the great beast's underbelly throughout most of the turmoil, feeling every rocking motion in his mad dash to attempt to break through the barrier. When the dragon was pierced by the holy ray the demon felt the residue magic, when the titanic lizard's chest exploded Maelik himself was sent hurdling to the ground, his many spikes and horns along with an iron grip keeping him steady against the gravitational pull.
However that death grip worked against him as Rag'Novoth's body began its descent and fell upon him with like a sack of wet hammers. That was bad enough as is and Maelik was already fuming, trying to get himself out from under the weight when it started to slide down the cliff side, and seeing as the demonic dragon couldn't removing himself in time to not get dragged along.
"Wait wait wait wait! Shiiiiiiiiit!" he cursed, each violent jostle eliciting yet another foul mouthed utterance.
By the time his bumpy ride had ran its course Maelik lay stuck beneath the corpse's bulk at the bottom of the mountains. Naoki's message of their victory reached him shortly after he managed to pry everything but his left leg free from the fleshy prison, the part about Lum causing the demon more than a little distress.
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Without hesitation Maelik turned to his pinned leg and tore it off, the bone snapping loudly in the silence and the sound of sinew ripping apart filling whatever void remained. The mere mental image of Lum being hurt was enough to bring him out of his rage and force him into action. There was no time to take things slow and steady here, Lum needed him!
Still in draconic form he took once more to the skies and made a beeline for his little angel, getting there in no time flat. He curled around both Lum and Arya, encircling them with his girth as he cradled them close, his aura of light deprivation making most of the area a few meters around him pitch black.
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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 Feb 21, 2016 17:27:17 GMT -8
Arya for the most part was out of the fight after her initial injury. Everything seemed to happen so quickly, and when Lum'valia unleashed her final attack, Arya could only watch in awe as the pure beam of holy energy pierced the air, flying at incredible speed to obliterate the giant dragon. Moments afterwards, Arya could feel Lum'valia weaken, her body slumping towards the ground. Growing slightly alarmed, Arya forgot about the rest of the battle for now, as she witnessed Lum'valia's hair darkening and her feathered wings disappearing,
"Lummie! Are you okay?" Arya was slightly worried now, but after closer inspection she only seemed to be tired out, that spell had spent every last bit of energy that Lum'valia had left. As Arya slowly lowered her to the ground instead of letting her fall and potentially hit her head, Lum'valia's clothes seemed to begin disappearing too. Arya was slightly startled by this but was able to think quickly, and unclasp her slightly singed but overall in tact cape and drape it over Lum'valia.
"There we go," she said, before turning to Maelik who seemed to have rushed over during this time, "She seems to be okay... She will just need to rest for a bit. I'm not as good as her at restoring energy with holy magic, she will need to recharge naturally..." she stated.
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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 Feb 21, 2016 18:43:17 GMT -8
Lum stirs to wakefulness when she hears her name. She half opens her eyes, staring at Arya in a daze. Reaching out to cup her face, she smiles. It is the same smile she always has, a radiant happy smile.
"Arya, my sweet child you're okay."
Lum's arm goes limp, and she passes out again.
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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on Feb 22, 2016 6:26:19 GMT -8
Ildesias did not understand the majority of what Naoki was trying to imply with her strange, likely custom language of hand signals. He did, however, understand that everything was now over and the location of her carriage destination. He swooped down towards it on his griffon, opting instead to go straight to the carriage's goal rather than the carriage itself. When he got there, the griffon landed with a loud thud upon the grass and the elf-lord climbed down from his mount's back with a sigh.
"I'm sorry I couldn't get here on time. Still, it seemed you all handled yourselves well and I will be absolutely sure to reward you for your diligence in fighting whatever this creature was. There'll be honours, medals, gold and perhaps even more if what I've heard about this dragon is true and I have no reason to believe that it isn't. You've done the people who live in these mountains and perhaps the whole world a great service," he told the gathered individuals.
"Did anyone fall? Is everyone involved in the battle here?"
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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 Feb 22, 2016 10:46:43 GMT -8
Arya frowns as Lum'valia passed out again, she seemed to be very weak... there must have been something Arya could do. Furrowing her brow, Arya began to concentrate as she gathered up a small amount of holy energy and concentrated on channeling it into Lum'valia. She could not channel large amounts of holy energy into the unconscious holy dragon without losing focus but this small amount might have been able to help at least a bit.
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Maelik The Fellblade
Dedicated
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6l6vqPUM_FE
Roleplay posts: 390
Age: Several eons.
Physical Description: Standing at 14' tall with an equal length for his tail and a 28 foot wingspan. Charcoal black scales with glowing crimson eyes and a maw full of needle sharp fangs. Muscular build though clearly draconian in nature.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a suit of spiked black armor with red trim, a silver helmet that covers the topside of his face and a little skull shaped necklace made of wood though it never seems to burn. His weapons of choice are dual greatswords made from a strange blackened hellish material that crackles with dark lightning and gives off a dangerous feeling.
Player's online availability : I check in almost daily although it may take about an hour or two to post back unless I'm busy. (This is my homepage so checking is easy :P)
Registered: Feb 20, 2015 23:09:59 GMT -8
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Post by Maelik The Fellblade on Feb 22, 2016 12:18:05 GMT -8
The demonic dragon felt small twinges of some sort of irritating sensation crawl across his skin whilst Arya performed her little holy magic channel business. He heard Lum's voice earlier and that was a good enough sign in Maelik's eyes, although he would hardly say no to any further help and just sucked up his discomfort for his beloved's sake.
"Just do your best Arya, you've been through a great deal today so nobody expects you to push yourself just yet... Although if you could do me a big favor and not waft your scent around to much I'd be really appreciative, you're making me hungry for chicken."
Well at least Maelik still possessed a sense of humor even in these dire times.
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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 Feb 22, 2016 12:37:41 GMT -8
The small amount of holy energy Arya provides, is sucked up rapidly. Lum stires and moans, eventually opening her eyes and sitting up. She blows the hair out of her face, then frowns at it, grabbing a handful and holding it up for inspection.
"Oh. Well that is certainly new, or old depending on how you look at it."
She cranes her neck looking over her shoulder.
"My wings are gone. Oh dear, I used much more energy than I thought. Hopefully this isn't permanent."
Lum gets shakily to her feet, spotting Maelik.
"Wonderful you are here, I don't think I have the energy to walk or fly. Please take me to Klur, I need to make sure he's okay."
She takes a step towards Maelik, and her legs give out. She lands heavily on her side.
"Ouch. Well we already knew you had to carry me."
She gives a little laugh, it is still a beautiful sound, but it is missing something.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Feb 22, 2016 15:03:32 GMT -8
With a great clattering of hooves and crunching of pebbles under wheels, the great iron carriage approaches and comes to a halt a short ways away from the assembled party. Leaping down from the top of the carriage, and likely followed by Artemis, comes Madame Naoki, earring still glimmering furiously. She approaches the group, and raises a hand in greeting. She is still wearing the well made and simplistic traveling outfit: gray sweater and black trousers. An appraising gaze sweeps the each of the combatants as she visually confirms and assesses their statuses. She notices Maelik's missing appendage, but tactfully decides not to mention it aloud. He's doubtless already aware of it, and mentioning it would just serve to trouble Lum. However, beyond Maelik's injury, everyone is apparently unharmed, and that's cause enough for a cheery smile on Naoki's part. As she comes closer, she nods to everyone, gives Ayra a thumbs up, and addressees Lum, who is now apparently conscious, "Excellent work. Jax is coming over with a stretcher, hang in there for a moment longer." Finished with that, she approaches Ildesias, and with a slight curtsy, begins to speak. "Lord Ildesias. As you can see, the battle between the dragon my messengers informed you and these heroes of mine is complete, and resulted in a victory for us. The dragon in question was reduced in size drastically, and is as we speak flying..." She pauses to obtain the information from her scouts. "...away to the west, currently about ten kilometers from our position in that direction," she points, "and moving about as quickly as a common bird. It seemed, while it was here, to be some manner of stone dragon, capable of absorbing the mountains to add to its own mass. Hence the extensive damage to the landscape; there used to be a mountain where we're standing, I believe. I have a pair of my agents trailing the beast as it flees, such that someone might be dispatched to finish the job. I managed to collect a great deal of information about it as it fought, and have a transcript of everything it said. As soon as I'm able, I'll prepare and have delivered to you a full written after-action report containing all of my collected knowledge of the beast and the events that transpired here." Here, finished with that primary point, she pauses, and takes a deep breath. Dust of pulverized rock is still in the air, tainting the otherwise fresh mountain air. She coughs a bit on the particulate matter, but recovers quickly and continues. "I should also mention. In addition to the actions of my friends here, there was another individual who assisted us in battle against the titanic dragon. He was male... tall, with... it seemed like silver hair. He carried a massive spear, which must have been ten meters long at the very least. He moved with superhuman strength and speed, entering the battle from the sky, descending from above to deal a crushing blow to the dragon's midsection. We lost sight of him in the lightshow following the titan's defeat, but I imagine he's around here somewhere." She pauses again, gesturing around to the shattered landscape. An individual could be easily obscured behind any one of the innumerable boulders and debris that litter the ground. "Also, the stone dragon seemed to know the fellow. It referred to him as... ' Syrossss,'" she does a comical impression of the dragon- though she cannot quite replicate the immensely deep tone of voice that comes with having lungs the size of city blocks. "Regardless, Syros' assistance was invaluable, I doubt the monster could have been defeated without his help. Personally, I hadn't heard of Syros before today, and I make a point of knowing about anyone that strong. His identity beyond that name, allegiance, and motivations for assisting us today are completely unknown to me. Also, seeing as how it seemed to recognize him, it is mt assumption that Syros might know more than we do about the origins of the titanic dragon, so it might be worth asking him about; if he can be located and engaged in discussion." At this point, Jax approaches with a large stretcher under one arm, and the carriage's medical kit in the other hand. He whispers to Arya, Maelik and Lum in introduction, greeting, and praise, and suggests that Ayra, if she's feeling up to it, help him get Lum onto the stretcher and into the carriage, and that Maelik go ahead and bandage up that stump, so it doesn't bleed everywhere. Back over with Ildesias, Naoki remembers her manners. "Oh! I'm sorry; please excuse me. I failed to introduce you all, or explain any of the context as to why we're all bumming around in the boonies out here." With a great deal of waving and pointing, she begins introductions. "Everyone, this is Lord Ildesias Xen Torsal , of Isra. This is Mr. Maelik The Fellblade , formerly Demonlord of Wrath. This is Ms. Lum'Valia , a holy dragon of some note, and... Miss? Miss Ayra. Who I've not yet had the pleasure of meeting until just now. We'll have to shake later. I believe she functions as a paladin of some description, but I'm afraid I don't know more than that." "This is Jax, one of my carriage attendants, and back in the carriage, we should have Miss Green, Miss Skarlet, Mr. d'Artusio, young Lorelei, Lucia, and Klur, as well as an as of yet unnamed fairy, and Stan, my fine carriage driver, and all of them friends of mine." "We were, with the exception of Ayra, who was already doing battle with the dragon when we arrived, driving up to a house I've had built up here in the mountains..." She turns, and gestures off in a direction behind her. "...roughly thirty kilometers in that direction, with the intention to relax. However we were, as you can see, rather rudely interrupted by that titanic dragon. Once we are all finished here, I intend to continue our journey there, and would like to extend the invitation to both yourself and Ayra, if you'd care to come." Realizing that she's been talking for far too long than is probably polite, and that she should probably allow Ildesias to get a word in, Naoki stops here, and stands silently, hands clasped behind her back. |
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Maelik The Fellblade
Dedicated
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6l6vqPUM_FE
Roleplay posts: 390
Age: Several eons.
Physical Description: Standing at 14' tall with an equal length for his tail and a 28 foot wingspan. Charcoal black scales with glowing crimson eyes and a maw full of needle sharp fangs. Muscular build though clearly draconian in nature.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a suit of spiked black armor with red trim, a silver helmet that covers the topside of his face and a little skull shaped necklace made of wood though it never seems to burn. His weapons of choice are dual greatswords made from a strange blackened hellish material that crackles with dark lightning and gives off a dangerous feeling.
Player's online availability : I check in almost daily although it may take about an hour or two to post back unless I'm busy. (This is my homepage so checking is easy :P)
Registered: Feb 20, 2015 23:09:59 GMT -8
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Post by Maelik The Fellblade on Feb 22, 2016 15:53:39 GMT -8
Maelik lifted his head up high as Naoki and her carriage arrived but despite appearances he was listening to Lum intently.
"Of course dear," he pandered, his deep voice magnified by his even larger than normal size. "I'll be glad to."
By the time the carriage had come to a halt before them Maelik was already shakily trying to regain his footing, primarily through the means of supplanting the function of his missing leg with his tail. However he didn't want Lum to worry and as such he'd block her line of sight with one of his wings and put on the most stoic expression his draconic visage could do. With the utmost care he scooped Lum and Arya up in his right claw and began his hobble.
"Klur will be so pleased to see his 'mommy' again. I bet you a cookie he'll giggle and gurgle with glee..."
He stumbled a bit on the first step but managed to recover by thrusting his head down into the ground to steady himself before attempting to move on, briefly interrupted by Naoki's introduction of the group to Ildesias. In response he dipped his head down in a bow and soldiered on with one more short (relatively) step towards the buggy entrance.
This time when he tripped he couldn't position himself well enough to prevent a tumbling fall but nonetheless he made sure to lift Lum and Arya up and out of the way of the fall zone before gingerly putting them back on the ground for him to regain his footing. During this break Jax had come with medical supplies in hand and even though he almost certainly only had good intentions in mind Maelik's great clawed hand slashed down between the man and Lum.
"Back away. Now," he growled as he used his one remaining hand to unsuccessfully right himself back up, silently regretting his decision to remain in this quadruped form. It made carrying people a real pain.
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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 Feb 22, 2016 18:24:02 GMT -8
Perhaps unsurprisingly, a sure fire way to draw someone attention to something, is to try and hide it. Lum craned her neck, until finally she caught a glimpse of Maeliks missing leg. She once again, tries to get up but fails spectacularly.
"Maelik! Your leg! You shouldn't be walking, let alone carrying me. I should fix it, I can fix it."
She lays a hand on Maelik side, and tries to summon some energy. The act of doing so in her addled state, makes her dizzy.
"Oh dear, I can't fix it."
This realization hits, the delirious Lum quite hard. The dragoness begins to cry.
"I'm sorry Maelik, I can't fix your leg."
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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 Feb 22, 2016 20:45:27 GMT -8
"Uh what do you mean Maelik's le-OH MY GOD!" Arya could not finish her previous sentence when she saw the extent of Maelik's injury. Jumping from his arms and landing on the ground, Arya turned on Maelik, she had energy now thanks to getting her last virtue, and did not need to be carried anywhere anyways. Upon seeing Lum'valia saddened that she could not fix Maelik Arya grew even more determined now to heal Maelik.
Even before she had gotten her virtues, Arya had been the most practiced at healing magic, and now with her new virtues to give her more power she figured she could fix Maelik. She would have to use light magic to heal him though, which would be somewhat more difficult. "Don't worry Lummie, I can heal him. I got a second wind of energy thanks to you and the new virtue I got, I have the virtue of charity now."
Furrowing her brow Arya began to channel light magic, the gems in the sword upon her back dulling, two of the ruby gems now emptying once again as she began to heal Maelik's leg. Immediately as the light magic began to regenerate the flesh Arya could feel the energy of healing the massive wound taking it's toll on her reserves. She had to heal everything, bone, muscle, tendons, and scaly flesh. It took Arya longer to heal Maelik's leg than Lum'valia would have taken, all in all she was healing the demon's leg for 20 minutes. When finally his leg was in tact Arya let go of the link between her sword that she channeled the light magic from. She was sweating slightly and out of breath after healing Maelik's leg, but all in all she was fine.
"Phew... that was more tiring than I thought. Your leg is better now though." she said cheerily, before turning to Naoki, "I'd be glad to join you guys, gods know I need a break now anyways." Arya felt like she could sleep for a whole three days at this point, she was beat.
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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on Feb 22, 2016 20:48:47 GMT -8
"I see. Thank you, Madame Naoki," Ildesias replied to her after she finished speaking, at which point he took a small pocket-sized book and a magic quill from his belt-pouch and flipped it open to the latest empty page. Almost immediately, he began to scribble and scrawl down words and sentences that were written in incredibly messy and near-unintelligible handwriting. It was fine though, for only he needed to read it.
"It seems I have quite a lot to do now. I thank you for your invitation, but I hope you understand that I cannot simply take an unscheduled vacation. First, I must go south to Enlidil's hold and let our garrison there know of what has transpired while organizing a relief, search and rescue effort to this area. Luckily for us, settlements in these mountains are few and far between thus a large scale effort is not needed, but we must still look for anyone who could be injured or trapped under these rocks."
He whistled, at which point his Griffon pounced over to him in a quick leap. He put one foot in a stirrup, then climbed up over onto it's back. He looked down at Naoki again, then nodded. "I have never heard of this individual you mentioned, but if it is truly possible that he might know of this beast and why it came here, I will make sure to have agents and scouts look for him and bring him back to Isra for questioning. We must prepare for another attack like this one, so that such wide-spread destruction cannot occur again," he told her, following it up with a sigh. "If only I could be in more than one place at once. Still, I urge you to enjoy your holiday and thank you all for the parts you played. I must go now, but we shall likely meet again when you return to Isra."
"Is there anything else you'd like to say?" He asked, before waiting for any possible reply.
If there was none, he would bow his head with respect, then tap his griffon's back. The beast would then flap it's mighty wings and thrust off into the sky.
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Maelik The Fellblade
Dedicated
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6l6vqPUM_FE
Roleplay posts: 390
Age: Several eons.
Physical Description: Standing at 14' tall with an equal length for his tail and a 28 foot wingspan. Charcoal black scales with glowing crimson eyes and a maw full of needle sharp fangs. Muscular build though clearly draconian in nature.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a suit of spiked black armor with red trim, a silver helmet that covers the topside of his face and a little skull shaped necklace made of wood though it never seems to burn. His weapons of choice are dual greatswords made from a strange blackened hellish material that crackles with dark lightning and gives off a dangerous feeling.
Player's online availability : I check in almost daily although it may take about an hour or two to post back unless I'm busy. (This is my homepage so checking is easy :P)
Registered: Feb 20, 2015 23:09:59 GMT -8
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Post by Maelik The Fellblade on Feb 22, 2016 21:10:36 GMT -8
Uttering a thunderous growl at Jax Maelik kept his claw rooted knuckle deep into the dirt as a clear warning but the tone he addressed Lum with was as sweet as candy.
"Shush now, you don't need to fix everything my darling. I've suffered worse and lived through it, physical pain is only temporary and given time it will regrow. Until that time I will simply bear it and move on, just as I told Arya earlier, you've done enough."
Maelik heard Arya's exclamation and tried to calm her as well but it would seem that she had the energy to actually attempt to heal his wounds and he was fine with allowing it, within reason of course.
He scooped them both up once more, urging Arya to wait until they could sit down in peace before trying to heal him. Light magic may not harm him but it did have a draining effect and he didn't want to fall over and crush anyone by accident. He turned to Jax again and removed his claws from the earth, needing the free hand to keep his balance.
"If something comes up or you need anything we'll be in our room, do feel free to come and get me but you leave Lum alone. She'll need her rest."
With that he took another few wobbly steps but due to his huge gait he could cover a vast distance. Once he indeed got close enough to the door that he could gently place the two women inside the threshold Maelik would do so and shrink back down to his normal size.
He was still missing his leg and going was pretty hard, apparently it was actually harder to get anywhere as a biped then as a quadruped. He fell down the few steps a couple of times and ate dirt more than once, even slamming his head against the side of the wagon but eventually he managed to join the girls inside.
He took it upon himself to saddle Lum onto him and crawl to their compartment from there, and he refused to take no for an answer, even willing to tie her to him if need be. Once inside he'd put Lum on her spot and say hello to the twins, noticing the mess that their experiments made.
But the demon had practically bled a pond by now and he couldn't work up the motivation to chastise them, instead opting to plop himself down in his half and motion that it was safe for Arya to do what she wished.
The light magic would certainly a healing force, but it lacked the sheer strength of Lum's and the Maelik's demonic aura put up quite a fight against it. Her healing was actively being forced away by the searing touch of his own horrid power and the demon found himself needing to focus his blood drained mind to suppress it from lashing out to try to harm the paladin. Eventually Arya's magic wore down his defenses and drained away the aura, allowing for the healing to advance from a mostly ineffective crawl to what Arya was used to experiencing. Almost immediately after that Maelik passed out, his quiet snores muffled by the cushions of the seat. Being a demon who regularly saw non demonic healing was rough... Whenever the healing was finished Arya was of course free to do as she wished, as for Klur, well Lum and the twins would simply have to see to his needs for a short time.
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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 Feb 23, 2016 8:39:59 GMT -8
Lum'Valia didn't really have the strength to argue. She allowed herself to placed within the wagon. When Arya, healed Maelik she smiled happily, and dried her tears.
"How wonderful."
Still a bit dazed, she located Klur. Concerned that he might not recognize her, she shuffles over, and boops him on the nose.
"Hello sweet pea."
Hoping that would be enough to assure him of her identity, she falls onto her side. Within moments she is asleep again.
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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 Feb 23, 2016 10:09:35 GMT -8
Once Arya is done healing Maelik's leg she sits back on one of the comfy couches that are in the compartment of the carriage, removing her sword from her back and placing it on the floor near her feet. Immediately she begins to doze off, her ruby eyes flickering before snapping awake and then flickering closed again.
Now that the fight with the dragon was over and everyone was okay, Arya figured the best course of action was to take a nap. Almost as soon as she laid down on the couch she was out.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Feb 23, 2016 20:58:44 GMT -8
“I understand completely- it was hard enough for me to find this time, and your schedule is even more packed than my own. However, I thought it polite to offer. Perhaps you could drop by another time.” As Ildesias mounts his griffin, Naoki takes a moment to gaze around at the landscape. Indeed, there had been a mountain where they are standing. The ground underfoot is rough, untouched by erosion. Layers of rock are clearly visible in a sort of cross section brought about by the violent tearing of the dragon’s appropriation of the mountain. Lying just a few meters away, an uprooted tree lies splintered on the ground. The powers that participated in that battle were likely among the most powerful in the world. She’s surrounded by individuals that are capable of moving mountains and massive feats of magic. It’s almost humbling. But then she remembers that they all fight with her, and the last idiot that tried to screw with them got obliterated by a holy laser. So it is humbling, in that she knows the extremely limited extent that she is capable of personally defending herself, but also inspires feelings of accomplishment, in having made such excellent and powerful allies, and pride, in that her friends did such an excellent job of removing the latest threat with such extreme force. Her musings are interrupted as Ildesias inquires as to if she has anything else to say. She looks up at him on his griffin, shielding her eyes from the sun as it rises behind him, making a dark silhouette of his form. “I don’t believe so. You can expect my full report to reach you by the end of today. Have a safe ride back, and I look forward to speaking with you at a greater length later.” She nods her head, mimicking his display of respect, and watches silently as he takes to the sky and departs, soon losing sight of him behind one of the remaining mountain peaks. She takes another moment to gaze around, and reflects on how incredibly fortunate it was that they happened across the titanic stone dragon before it reached any major settlements, how incredibly fortunate it was that she had opted to invite Maelik and Lum, and how Syros had decided to drop in and assist them all. She imagines what might have happened if the thing had reached Isra. It would have been dealt with- and a victory would have been reached all the same by the combined and concentrated forces of The Black Tower, The Conjunction, and Isra’s military (including the specialised dragon slaying Seraph), but to think of how many would have died. It would have been the first national disaster of any significant magnitude, and it had been so narrowly avoided by her choice in house guests, the intervention of a stranger, and the scheduling nuances that placed their trip on this particular day. Perhaps the thing, when spotted by one of Reese’s observational outposts around Isra, could have been dealt with in a similar manner away from the city without great loss of life. But still. Far too many fortunate coincidences for Naoki to feel safe. She resolves to order increased regional surveillance, and after doing so, returns to the carriage. Stepping up the ladder silently, she enters the primary compartment of the carriage to find Lum, Maelik and Arya all asleep. She smiles, again overcome with pride. All of that fighting must have been quite tiring. Maelik’s leg is back, and not bleeding on the rug; good. The lot of them seem to be breathing, also good. Approaching the bench, she moves quietly to fasten the restraint belts around Lum and Arya, careful not to wake them. A simple hook into ring, they would both find the restraints simple to unfasten when they wake, and until then, the belts should keep them from falling off the bench as they sleep. She doesn’t bother to belt Maelik in. He’s tough. If he bumps his head, the worst that would happen is that he might get aggravated and use fire magic to roast the carriage from the inside. Realizing this, she moves as if to attempt to secure him, but stops when she realizes that he’s three times her size, and altogether too large to make proper use of the restraining belts. How does he even fit in here? Maybe he could do that thing where large individuals assume human form again.That would be both convenient, and decidedly more cuddly, she muses. But until then, he’ll have to deal with it. Trusting the twins and Klur not to do anything they’ll regret, Madame Naoki excuses herself with silent steps to her cabin in the front of the carriage, where Kate and the fairy presumably still wait. As she shuts the door behind her, the great horses pull the carriage into motion once more. [Exit to Chalet Du Sommet Minuit with Kate Green, Artemis, a fairy, Skarlet, Francesco d'Artusio, Maelik The Fellblade, Lum'Valia, @klur, Lorelei & Lucia, and Arya Shieldheart] |
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Va'nei Dha'zhi, Earthwarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 323
Age: Way too old for any shenanigans.
Physical Description: In her natural form, Va'nei is a dragon. A very very large dragon. She stands 90' tall at the shoulder, and her wingspan is 480'; her body is long and slender, for a dragon, at 230' long. Her tail is longer than that of the average dragon, longer even than the rest of her body at a total 270', and dwindles to a long, thin, prehensile point capable of great dexterity and precision. She is ancient and colossal, an earth dragon of great wisdom, and appears to be covered in leaves, moss, and vines. Her eyes are a vibrant shining gold in both forms. In her human shape, she is humorously small compared to her dragon form. An average 5'6" and slender, she has long green hair and lightly-tanned skin; her skin retains a faint iridescent scale pattern, seen in certain angles of light.
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Clothes and Equipment: When in her dragon shape, Va'nei carries no equipment. As a human, she wears layered green robes and a pair of thigh-high green heeled boots. She also wears a headband with a small feathered adornment just above her left ear, and a necklace comprised of carved crystal beads.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 11:13:10 GMT -8
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Post by Va'nei Dha'zhi, Earthwarden on Feb 24, 2016 10:59:05 GMT -8
Watching the arrival, loitering, and subsequent departure of a figure on a griffin, Va'nei maintained her distance. Apparently none of these people were at all concerned by her presence. That suited her just fine; she meant them no harm. It clearly wasn't their fault that the mountains had been harmed. No, the blame for that rested solely on the shoulders of the creature that had fled. Something about that stony beast had seemed familiar, although she couldn't quite place why... She felt much the same about the pale-haired individual who was roaming away to the south, and his giant spear. It had been so long since she'd been awake. She really should know these things, she suspected.
As she watched the small figures in the near distance pile into their conveyance and depart, she spread her wings once more and took to the air, veering briefly south to cast her large shadow across the wandering Syros, then tilted her wings and took to the higher atmosphere, hiding her shape behind the clouds as much as possible. There were still things to do, after all.
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