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 May 19, 2016 11:23:30 GMT -8
Mariah had left the city briefly to cry out in agony from her mutations. Today she had become even closer to becoming a draconic monster, new scales and spines had grown on her body and it hurt like hell. She knew her time as a Norkari would be coming to an end, it would not be long. Once her transformation is complete she will lose her mind and become a rampaging beast, her people will kill her. She likely would have been killed already if it wasn't for Enlidil sheltering her. As long as she was some use to him, she was safe.
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Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 259
Age: 850
Physical Description: Neva's form is as fluid as the rivers she protects. Her usual form is approximately forty meters, armored with an incredibly thick, scaly hide. Her head is a armored as well, with long horns or fins, depending on whether she is moving through water or land. In her human form she tends to take the shape of a young, tanned, attractive woman, with long dark hair. Finally, she can take the form of any animal that spends the majority of its life in any watery area of the world.
Clothes and Equipment: In her human form, she is wearing thick leather armor of a similar substance to her dragon hide. The only weapons she wields are a pair of javelins and a long spear. The weapons are magical as she sees fit, variously imbuing them with her own magical powers.
Registered: May 17, 2016 15:08:26 GMT -8
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Post by Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden on Jun 1, 2016 12:03:23 GMT -8
Neva and the Lone Warrior had made good time as the treacherous snow and frost-covered cliffs of the Northern Mountains gave way to the rocky outcropping and griffin nests of the Southern part. She remained in her human form, assuming that it would be more comfortable for her travelling companion if she did so. In spite of her lack of shoes and small size, she had had no trouble traversing the rocky terrain, in some cases assisting the wounded Warrior with a strength that did not match her stature. Her tattoos flowed to and fro about her body as they walked, and no matter the weather she was always in a cheery mood. The one time it rained was the only time her mood changed, and when that happened she had become ecstatic, dancing and skipping theough the rain as though it were a field of flowers, which to her, it was.
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Rickard, the Lone Warrior
Committed
Roleplay posts: 78 
Age: 20
Physical Description: The lone warrior stands about 5'10'' in height. He has short black hair, usually at least somewhat well kept. Along with this he has icy blue eyes, which seem to always be keen on every detail around him. His eyes also are very expressive at times.
His build is that of a swordsman, lean for speed while consisting of mostly muscle to give a deceptive strength the to man.
Clothes and Equipment: Generally wears fur-lined plate armor and carries a bow and quiver of arrows. He carries a long-sword, sheathed at his hip. Though when he is not he wears clothing of leather lined with fur to fight off the cold air of the Winterlands. He often will also be wearing a dark grey cloak adorned with the black fur of a wolf about the shoulders.
Registered: May 29, 2016 20:00:21 GMT -8
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Post by Rickard, the Lone Warrior on Jun 1, 2016 13:54:00 GMT -8
The Lone Warrior named Rickard would follow behind the River Watcher, his pace having slowed after a while, yet still steady. While he had felt somewhat better back at the camp due to the healing, he now knew he was not fully recovered yet. Thankfully, Neva had helped him along at some points, and he had noticed her great strength, which was perplexing to him because of her small stature.
That couple with the tattoos and all finally piqued his interest enough to ask, "Neva, what exactly are you? The tattoos... when you went swimming in the river... the healing... a lot of things, they seem abnormal, unnatural. Are you some sort of mage or wizard? I know you can use magic," he said. Those were the only words he knew for those who practiced magic, and it was at least less derogatory than using 'witch'. His people were somewhat suspicious of magic of all kinds, although some they viewed as nothing but evil. Neva seemed trust-worthy though.
However, he had a growing suspicion that Neva was not simply a mage or wizard, as his mind flashed back to images he barely remembered of huge teeth grabbing a hold of him on the banks of an icy river. She also called herself the river watcher at one point.
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Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 259
Age: 850
Physical Description: Neva's form is as fluid as the rivers she protects. Her usual form is approximately forty meters, armored with an incredibly thick, scaly hide. Her head is a armored as well, with long horns or fins, depending on whether she is moving through water or land. In her human form she tends to take the shape of a young, tanned, attractive woman, with long dark hair. Finally, she can take the form of any animal that spends the majority of its life in any watery area of the world.
Clothes and Equipment: In her human form, she is wearing thick leather armor of a similar substance to her dragon hide. The only weapons she wields are a pair of javelins and a long spear. The weapons are magical as she sees fit, variously imbuing them with her own magical powers.
Registered: May 17, 2016 15:08:26 GMT -8
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Post by Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden on Jun 1, 2016 17:35:46 GMT -8
She smiled and laughed at the Warrior, not in a mean way, more so at the situation in general. Had she not actually told him what she was? Not surprising, she was still a little frazzled from previous events.
"Have you not figured it out yet? I suppose you were pretty much dead when I healed you, and it is not like I look like a standard one in my true form anyway. Nor do I exactly breath fire, and I am a bit smaller than most of the ones still alive, probably because rivers aren't quite as big as the sky or storms or nature. Oh, I am rambling again, anyway. I am a dragon, Guardian and embodiment of all that is freshwater in the world."
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Rickard, the Lone Warrior
Committed
Roleplay posts: 78
Age: 20
Physical Description: The lone warrior stands about 5'10'' in height. He has short black hair, usually at least somewhat well kept. Along with this he has icy blue eyes, which seem to always be keen on every detail around him. His eyes also are very expressive at times.
His build is that of a swordsman, lean for speed while consisting of mostly muscle to give a deceptive strength the to man.
Clothes and Equipment: Generally wears fur-lined plate armor and carries a bow and quiver of arrows. He carries a long-sword, sheathed at his hip. Though when he is not he wears clothing of leather lined with fur to fight off the cold air of the Winterlands. He often will also be wearing a dark grey cloak adorned with the black fur of a wolf about the shoulders.
Registered: May 29, 2016 20:00:21 GMT -8
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Post by Rickard, the Lone Warrior on Jun 1, 2016 19:03:48 GMT -8
A dragon? She certainly did not look like a dragon. So that meant dragons could change forms. It made sense to the Lone Warrior, as in various myths and folktales he had heard dragons were always said to be creatures of magic. His eyes widened slightly in new found awe when she revealed herself. Not only was she a dragon, but also apparently some sort of god of fresh water. That was quite surprising. Perhaps that was how she had found him in the first place, since he was thrown into the river, which was her domain.
The Lone Warrior would not return her laugh however, understandably, and would instead look out to the surrounding mountains to survey the area. He did not see much other than bare rocky outcroppings around them, and a small herd of mountain goats a few miles down grazing in the valley. When he looked up to check the position of the sun he saw it was just past mid-day. They were at least making good time. The Lone Warrior had not the slightest idea how he was going to obtain the equipment needed to go on an expedition to slay the frost witch that had killed his family once he got to Isra. He after all had no money, and was now a refugee given that his home had been taken over. He sighed, something he did often now. That would just have to be dealt with when it came to it.
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Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 259
Age: 850
Physical Description: Neva's form is as fluid as the rivers she protects. Her usual form is approximately forty meters, armored with an incredibly thick, scaly hide. Her head is a armored as well, with long horns or fins, depending on whether she is moving through water or land. In her human form she tends to take the shape of a young, tanned, attractive woman, with long dark hair. Finally, she can take the form of any animal that spends the majority of its life in any watery area of the world.
Clothes and Equipment: In her human form, she is wearing thick leather armor of a similar substance to her dragon hide. The only weapons she wields are a pair of javelins and a long spear. The weapons are magical as she sees fit, variously imbuing them with her own magical powers.
Registered: May 17, 2016 15:08:26 GMT -8
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Post by Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden on Jun 1, 2016 19:24:01 GMT -8
She noted the sudden change in his attitude, wondering if it bothered him that she was a dragon. She certainly hoped not, she had saved his life after all and not all dragons were evil!
"Is something troubling you my friend?"
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Rickard, the Lone Warrior
Committed
Roleplay posts: 78
Age: 20
Physical Description: The lone warrior stands about 5'10'' in height. He has short black hair, usually at least somewhat well kept. Along with this he has icy blue eyes, which seem to always be keen on every detail around him. His eyes also are very expressive at times.
His build is that of a swordsman, lean for speed while consisting of mostly muscle to give a deceptive strength the to man.
Clothes and Equipment: Generally wears fur-lined plate armor and carries a bow and quiver of arrows. He carries a long-sword, sheathed at his hip. Though when he is not he wears clothing of leather lined with fur to fight off the cold air of the Winterlands. He often will also be wearing a dark grey cloak adorned with the black fur of a wolf about the shoulders.
Registered: May 29, 2016 20:00:21 GMT -8
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Post by Rickard, the Lone Warrior on Jun 2, 2016 8:47:20 GMT -8
The Lone Warrior shook his head, "No, nothing is bothering me... beyond the obvious things that is," he said, his tone somewhat lightened although still overall distraught. He would realize then he was quite tired and would sit on a nearby rock to take a break. It was quite tiring to walk through these mountains in the armor her wore.
"Hopefully we can at least get to the plains before nightfall..." he said.
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Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 259
Age: 850
Physical Description: Neva's form is as fluid as the rivers she protects. Her usual form is approximately forty meters, armored with an incredibly thick, scaly hide. Her head is a armored as well, with long horns or fins, depending on whether she is moving through water or land. In her human form she tends to take the shape of a young, tanned, attractive woman, with long dark hair. Finally, she can take the form of any animal that spends the majority of its life in any watery area of the world.
Clothes and Equipment: In her human form, she is wearing thick leather armor of a similar substance to her dragon hide. The only weapons she wields are a pair of javelins and a long spear. The weapons are magical as she sees fit, variously imbuing them with her own magical powers.
Registered: May 17, 2016 15:08:26 GMT -8
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Post by Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden on Jun 2, 2016 9:01:41 GMT -8
"That is good to know I guess."
She had no experience with loss, her family had never been particularly close, and as soon as she was old enough she had left. She say down cross-legged near him, picking up a few rocks and seeing how far she could throw them.
"I think we can. Even with your injuries we have made good time."
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Rickard, the Lone Warrior
Committed
Roleplay posts: 78
Age: 20
Physical Description: The lone warrior stands about 5'10'' in height. He has short black hair, usually at least somewhat well kept. Along with this he has icy blue eyes, which seem to always be keen on every detail around him. His eyes also are very expressive at times.
His build is that of a swordsman, lean for speed while consisting of mostly muscle to give a deceptive strength the to man.
Clothes and Equipment: Generally wears fur-lined plate armor and carries a bow and quiver of arrows. He carries a long-sword, sheathed at his hip. Though when he is not he wears clothing of leather lined with fur to fight off the cold air of the Winterlands. He often will also be wearing a dark grey cloak adorned with the black fur of a wolf about the shoulders.
Registered: May 29, 2016 20:00:21 GMT -8
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Post by Rickard, the Lone Warrior on Jun 2, 2016 10:03:08 GMT -8
The Lone Warrior would watch Neva throw some of the rocks, she was able to throw them quite far.
After a while the Lone Warrior would stand again, ready to continue the journey. It seemed Neva was right about them being able to reach the plains, as he noted the rocky terrain begun to ever so slightly slant downwards. At this sight his mood would improve slightly. They could perhaps even make it to the free city itself today. He was also curious to see who might be Neva's friend who could help him.
After a while of walking they would soon begin to approach the plains, now walking in rolling hills. The Lone Warrior seemed to have returned to his previous brooding self in that time, but would eventually speak, "Once I am done in Isra, I want to return to my home first before going after the ice witch... I need to bury my wife and daughter or they will not rest. I need to be the one to do this, I could die when I go after the ice witch," he said. He could only hope the Ice Queen left the bodies there, and that he would be able to get into Aramoor again without being captured or killed.
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Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 259
Age: 850
Physical Description: Neva's form is as fluid as the rivers she protects. Her usual form is approximately forty meters, armored with an incredibly thick, scaly hide. Her head is a armored as well, with long horns or fins, depending on whether she is moving through water or land. In her human form she tends to take the shape of a young, tanned, attractive woman, with long dark hair. Finally, she can take the form of any animal that spends the majority of its life in any watery area of the world.
Clothes and Equipment: In her human form, she is wearing thick leather armor of a similar substance to her dragon hide. The only weapons she wields are a pair of javelins and a long spear. The weapons are magical as she sees fit, variously imbuing them with her own magical powers.
Registered: May 17, 2016 15:08:26 GMT -8
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Post by Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden on Jun 2, 2016 10:52:28 GMT -8
"That is a brave undertaking Warrior, ot may very well ruin your quest. She may be forewarned of your coming...perhaps I can assist with that. It would be no trouble for me to get the bodies and bring them to you down river where it would be safer. I doubt any of her minions are a match for me."
She did think it was a noble sentiment, and very sweet. Why couldn't Vain be like that? Because he is a demon, thats why. She sighed and continued to walk, the walls of the Free Plains now barely visible on the horizon.
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Rickard, the Lone Warrior
Committed
Roleplay posts: 78
Age: 20
Physical Description: The lone warrior stands about 5'10'' in height. He has short black hair, usually at least somewhat well kept. Along with this he has icy blue eyes, which seem to always be keen on every detail around him. His eyes also are very expressive at times.
His build is that of a swordsman, lean for speed while consisting of mostly muscle to give a deceptive strength the to man.
Clothes and Equipment: Generally wears fur-lined plate armor and carries a bow and quiver of arrows. He carries a long-sword, sheathed at his hip. Though when he is not he wears clothing of leather lined with fur to fight off the cold air of the Winterlands. He often will also be wearing a dark grey cloak adorned with the black fur of a wolf about the shoulders.
Registered: May 29, 2016 20:00:21 GMT -8
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Post by Rickard, the Lone Warrior on Jun 2, 2016 15:20:43 GMT -8
"If it is truly no trouble, then I would be glad if you assisted me in that. As for the Ice Queen being forewarned of my coming... I had a plan for that that should work. So it should be fine if I went myself as well," he said. He didn't want to seem so useless compared to the dragon that she would think she had to help him. He did not want anyone to feel like they had to help him. If anyone wanted to help him they should want to, in his mind. To be honest, he didn't even really want help when he went to kill the Ice Queen in the end.
He would soon spot the walls in the distance as well and would quicken his pace a bit.
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Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 259
Age: 850
Physical Description: Neva's form is as fluid as the rivers she protects. Her usual form is approximately forty meters, armored with an incredibly thick, scaly hide. Her head is a armored as well, with long horns or fins, depending on whether she is moving through water or land. In her human form she tends to take the shape of a young, tanned, attractive woman, with long dark hair. Finally, she can take the form of any animal that spends the majority of its life in any watery area of the world.
Clothes and Equipment: In her human form, she is wearing thick leather armor of a similar substance to her dragon hide. The only weapons she wields are a pair of javelins and a long spear. The weapons are magical as she sees fit, variously imbuing them with her own magical powers.
Registered: May 17, 2016 15:08:26 GMT -8
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Post by Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden on Jun 2, 2016 17:42:34 GMT -8
"I saved your life Warrior, I am not about to let you die because of some Ice Queen. I will do what I can to assist you, including purchasing whatever equipment you desire in Isra. I support your ultimate goal, and do what I can to help you. There should be people in Isra who desire something in exchange for being willing to help you."
Her voice was calm and collected as they got closer to the walls, now able to make out the scurrying forms of guards along the battlements.
<Exit to Northern Border Pass>
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Registered: Nov 22, 2024 9:27:41 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2016 6:48:43 GMT -8
Here the Enlightened Knight would trek along with @keyes for they were seeking.... something. They generally tried to avoid locals, as both parties did not like each other and bloodshed was not needed for now. Here they would have their center-point, from which they would go to the various areas around the Norkari Mountains. The nearby villages, towns, and eventually.... The white Mountain. The Knight rode with his shield ready but no weapon in his hand, his helmeted head turning left and right on rarely before felt curiosity.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2016 11:36:11 GMT -8
Bishop Odilon Keyes was with the Enlightened One. He wore a warm, white fur coat to protect himself from the cold of the mountains. He did his best to put up illusions when they were needed but he couldn't do it too often before exhausting his energy. "Enlightened One, do you know anything about this boy we are searching for or the village he is from?"
What he said earlier about a legendary artifact was a lie to hide their true quest from the locals. Odilon knew his Atlatl and Dart would not be here.
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Registered: Nov 22, 2024 9:27:41 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2016 13:02:58 GMT -8
The Knight did not wish to admit that he knew little more than "funny looking boy girl." What worried him was that a despicable power was going in the same way as the youth. Worse yet, it seemed to be a separate one from the already sordid trail of the kid, and it seemed to be partially responsible for all the chill. "I merely know he is in the Norkari Mountains. Although I believe I can find his village. Few humans live in such a hostile place. He is either in a nearby village, or alternatively a town south west of here though we would have to cross a river to get there. In the end we will most likely have to travel to both. Still, the choice is yours." |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2016 13:24:22 GMT -8
"Let's head to the village first. It will be night soon and making a campfire out here in the open would attract the attention of Norkari Patrols. We wouldn't want that, since we've entered their territory without permission. Lead on, sir knight." Odilon made the decision. They would benefit from finding some sort of shelter in the nearby village and their horses would be tired from traveling. If they had to cross a river they could catch their death.
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Grenzhilkaxic
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Roleplay posts: 6
Registered: Jun 12, 2016 13:44:41 GMT -8
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Post by Grenzhilkaxic on Jun 12, 2016 14:38:28 GMT -8
From high in the sky, Grenzhilkaxic observed the various encampments and activities of the people who called this mountain range home. Some of them should be easy to destroy or force into servitude. Others, like the well-hidden Draxis fortress, would present more of a challenge. Still, when the time came, he would force them to pledge loyalty or die. These mountains would be his soon, and his alone.
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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 Jun 12, 2016 20:10:19 GMT -8
The blizzard had raged on for just under two days since Arya had left the Chalet perched high on one of the mountain tops. Within that wintry white storm she felt lost, but that was not due to her not being able to see more than four feet in front of her within the blowing snows with only the sound of gusting winds and the steady crunch crunch of the already accumulated snow beneath her as she walked. No, her emotions, her thoughts, and what she felt are what made her feel lost.
She had felt so ready that faithful night when Artemis had invited her to that room. She knew it herself, Artemis knew it, yet Arya had been wrong. The paladin could not bring herself to blame the blonde-haired bodyguard for her own foolish expectations, but she could not help but feel crushed. In truth Arya had never loved anyone, nor knew what it felt like to love someone. That opportunity had been taken from her when she was very young still. Perhaps she didn't actually love Artemis yet, but she had wanted to at least try. Arya thought she had a chance, but in the end Artemis was only interested in one aspect of many relationships, the carnal pleasure. Perhaps she couldn't ever find someone else to be with, to be in a relationship that was closer than just mere friends as she had with Jun and Maelik, or an apprentice as she was to Lum'valia.
Arya cleared away some snow from a nearby boulder and sat upon it, looking around her at the snowy landscape of rolling mountains from the mountainside which she sat upon. She was about halfway up the mountain, with a deep valley below her just down the steep slope, and a towering mountain at her back. Perhaps she couldn't ever find someone else to be with, to be in a relationship that was closer than just mere friends as she had with Jun and Maelik, or an apprentice as she was to Lum'valia. What did she do wrong? She was sure Jun had a boyfriend, how could she not? And Lum'valia had Maelik. A holy dragon and a demon, the most unlikely of pairs became closer than Arya had ever been with anyone. The thought of her frustrated her, and she would kick one of the loose rocks near her feet, sending it tumbling down the snow covered slope.
Arya would watch it for some time before it finally came to a rest near the bottom of the valley next to a frozen stream. Perhaps she should just stick to her original vows as a paladin, even though she had already broken many of them. She was not to lie with anyone else anymore, or ever become married or otherwise be in any intimate relationship. Arya sighed, that thought depressed her.
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Jayce Istilix
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 147
Age: 146
Physical Description: Jayce stands at an imposing six foot three with broad shoulders and a powerful frame. His features are striking and powerful, a square jaw, commanding silver eyes, and short white hair. His expression is usually one of grim determination, though he can be encouraged to smile or laugh under the right circumstances. Though he is human and incredible old his clean shaven face is smooth and unlined.
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Clothes and Equipment: His primary weapon is a great sword dubbed The Covenant of Faith. It is a holy weapon that is bane to evil and it is said it will only break if it's wielder does. He usually dresses in ordained steel plate armor. This armor is resistant to magical attack as well as evil energies.
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Registered: Apr 29, 2016 21:27:45 GMT -8
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Post by Jayce Istilix on Jun 12, 2016 20:23:35 GMT -8
Jayce made his way through the snow storm. It was unpleasant, but he weathered it without complaint. Most people confused his stoicism for a lack of emotion or a lack of feeling. That was not a foolish notion, even if it was an inaccurate one. He was simply old and used to dealing with things. It took much to truly get under his skin these days and the blizzard simply didn't bother him, much. His teeth would still chatter if he didn't keep up a bit of light holy magic to warm himself.
The massive paladin was beginning to think perhaps this had not been a good day for a walk. He wondered why he had felt so compelled to take one given he knew the storm was coming. Still he didn't complain he would be home and warm soon enough, even if he wished he had headed down the slopes instead of up them. Just when he thought he should turn back he felt a tingle. It was the presence of holy magic, the same kind he wielded. That was odd, what was another virtue wielder doing out here. The paladin veered of course and toward the source of holy magic. He lumbered through the snow until eventually he was upon Arya. His low voice rumbles out to the young woman.
"Greetings, paladin. Do you mind if I join you?"
Assuming she answered in the positive he would sit on the boulder next to her. He would wait for her to talk first. It was clear that this girl needed some guidance and that he had been sent here to give it. The question was what kind of guidance did she need?
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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 Jun 12, 2016 20:37:46 GMT -8
The blizzard would seem to be concluding at least when Jayce approached Arya. The blowing winds had calmed a bit and the flakes of snow now fell softly upon the ground rather than being blown violently all about.
Whatever the weather was, Arya was not effected by it all that much. The cloak she wore was enchanted to ward herself from the elements so she stayed relatively warm. When the older paladin drew closer Arya would turn her ruby gaze to watch him approach, the sound of his armored boots crunching on the snow easily audible from a distance away. What did he want? Arya guessed she would just have to find out. He was definently not threatening in the least, however as she could feel the holy magic about him, perhaps he was another paladin as she was?
When he asked if she minded him joining her, she simply shook her head, and would turn to look out again towards the setting sun across the valley behind one of the mountains, or rather where it should be behind the overcast skies. Arya did not have much to say at the moment as she was not in a particularly good mood. Eventually however she would speak if he didn't do so himself, "You use holy magic too, what is your name?" she asked lowly.
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