max
Committed
Roleplay posts: 71 
Registered: Jul 25, 2015 13:03:02 GMT -8
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Post by max on Aug 17, 2015 4:54:19 GMT -8
''Psht. If you want to build a shelter suit yourself, i'm not sleeping tonight''
A side effect of the magic ingrained within, the inability to rest on a contract.
Instead, he found the closest boulder ingrained within the sand, he took a seat and observed the horizon.
And it wasn't long before he noticed rumbling in the water, underneath the Salty Seadog. Something big was moving underneath, standing up he slowly approached for a better look.
What the hel-
Massive talons emerged from the water, a single swipe is all it took for the once mighty brig, to become nothing but splinters at the bottom of the sea.
As expected, most were surprised by the sneak attack and a little worried, to say the least.
"I don't want ta be trapped on an island full a dragons!" Rani sighed. "We may have to make a new one."
''You don't just build a bot out of thin air Rani, it takes time we can't afford and we don't even have the supplies necessary.''
He rubbed his hand alongside his face out of frustration.
''Nor are dragons our personal delivery system. They won't just lend you a ride at will''
Content to simply wait out the situation, he took his seat once more at the boulder, awaiting the arrival of the dragon.
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Engara
Established
Roleplay posts: 38
Age: 12
Physical Description: Height: 5'3"
Weight: 135 pounds
Pale skin with black markings on skin.
Clothes and Equipment: Currently a rhino skin coat is his only excess piece of clothing besides his pants and shoes. He has a few throwing stars, but nothing else.
Registered: May 14, 2015 20:40:34 GMT -8
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Post by Engara on Aug 17, 2015 17:26:38 GMT -8
Engara kept his gaze on the fire when he responded, "I'm far from being a kid, and my reasons are for myself to know. There's nothing anyone here can do to help me on my quest, but you can expect I will help all of you as much as I can."
In the meantime, Engara made no effort to look at the ship. He wondered how long it would take something to get it, they were on an island of dragons. He'd chuckle a little bit at the crunching of the ship. He was glad to know it was gone, these people would fight harder knowing there was no escape.
"What do you know? A giant beast has taken your ship to the depths of the sea around this dragon island. Who'd have known there'd be something in the water?" Engara spoke to the man beside him who was cleaning the fish.
Being that Engara had been on his own for awhile and his tribal upbringings, he also know how to clean fish. Sand would reach into the bucket and pull a fish out. Engara would then make a blade from the sand and clean this fish using his sand tools.
"So are we going to smoke this fish or grill it?" Engara asked.
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Leiron
Dedicated
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Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 23
Physical Description: The elf was of tanned skin, his hair was brushed back and so blonde it seemed white. He had a scar that started under his right eye and ended half way down his angular face. His cheekbones were high and his face long. His upper body was much bulkier than other elves she had known but his legs were just as gangly. Though you could hardly tell with the thickness of his grieves. Looking at his eyes, they are large like most elves. Silver with ring of blue around his pupil
Clothes and Equipment: ________________________________________________________
Leiron wears a long green sleeved tunic and faded black cloth trousers. Over them he wears bracers, a jerkin with leather scales on hte chest shoulders and arms, boot greaves, and 2 leg satchels, and 3 belts. All are dark brown leather with elvish designs pressed into them. He also has a full helm made of the same material and elvish design. They all have black fur accents except the belts. Over his armor is long, black, cloth gilet which has some elvish embroidery on the edges and black fur and leather over its shoulders. Each belt has a purpose. One belt hangs slightly to the left and holds the scabbard for his sword. Another belt hangs to the right and holds a quiver. and the last and widest (6 inches wide) belt simply holds up his pants... and provides a bit of extra armor.
He has an elvish long sword sheathed at his left hip. a longbow rests across a small shield on his back. Both of which are of elvish design. A mythril spear 6" in length
Registered: Jun 12, 2015 13:24:52 GMT -8
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Post by Leiron on Aug 17, 2015 17:31:44 GMT -8
It was nearly sundown when Leiron Returned. It had taken him a whole day to scout the Island. Asadobres landed plenty of distance from the fire. The Dragon had a large animal in her claws and landed. Leiron had several small furry creatures that looked like a cross between a squirrel and a rabbit strung together. "I brought dinner." The others seemed demoralized but Leiron was oddly excited about the Island.
Asadobres set to her large game that no one could clearly see.
Leiron set to preparing the critters he hunted for cooking, talking as he went, "The island is huge. There are deserts on the west coast, Jungle and forest through the rest of the island, lakes and rivers. Its like a smaller version of the mainland." He sighed, "The whole place was oddly quiet though. There were very few animals stirring. I was lucky to find these." He finished preparing the no longer furry creatures. "Also, there seemed to be a city on the northern part of the island. Something told me to stay away. It might be exactly where we need to go though." He held up his catch now cleaned and squired on arrows. "Whose hungry?"
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Rani
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 252 
Age: 20
Physical Description: Light blue skin, Long red hair, blue eyes, has two small tusks
5'11"
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a sexy genie/belly dancer-like outfit with a veil and harem pants with slits on the thighs and such.
Flameburst Gauntlet: A mithril gauntlet that enhances fire magic.
Band of Nati: A shred of cloth colored vivid green with the blood of the infant nature god. Has healing properties and glows in the dark.
In her bag she carries lots of random objects that she uses as reagents, or they're junk.
Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: Jun 19, 2015 14:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Rani on Aug 17, 2015 18:10:06 GMT -8
Rani took a de-boned fish and put it on a stick, then put it over the fire. She was being careful with the fire since her hands still hurt. When the fish was a little overcooked the troll removed it from the fire and waited for the fish to cool off a bit. It was difficult for her to wait, she was quite hungry, very excited to finally bite into the fish. "mmmm~"
Rani turned to see Leiron and Asadobres return, she spoke while still eating. "Ello mon. We gonna be stuck here a while."
She'd gesture back to where the Salty Seadog used to be.
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Leiron
Dedicated
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Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 23
Physical Description: The elf was of tanned skin, his hair was brushed back and so blonde it seemed white. He had a scar that started under his right eye and ended half way down his angular face. His cheekbones were high and his face long. His upper body was much bulkier than other elves she had known but his legs were just as gangly. Though you could hardly tell with the thickness of his grieves. Looking at his eyes, they are large like most elves. Silver with ring of blue around his pupil
Clothes and Equipment: ________________________________________________________
Leiron wears a long green sleeved tunic and faded black cloth trousers. Over them he wears bracers, a jerkin with leather scales on hte chest shoulders and arms, boot greaves, and 2 leg satchels, and 3 belts. All are dark brown leather with elvish designs pressed into them. He also has a full helm made of the same material and elvish design. They all have black fur accents except the belts. Over his armor is long, black, cloth gilet which has some elvish embroidery on the edges and black fur and leather over its shoulders. Each belt has a purpose. One belt hangs slightly to the left and holds the scabbard for his sword. Another belt hangs to the right and holds a quiver. and the last and widest (6 inches wide) belt simply holds up his pants... and provides a bit of extra armor.
He has an elvish long sword sheathed at his left hip. a longbow rests across a small shield on his back. Both of which are of elvish design. A mythril spear 6" in length
Registered: Jun 12, 2015 13:24:52 GMT -8
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Post by Leiron on Aug 17, 2015 18:55:16 GMT -8
"I saw. It was too late to do anything and the only survior was Sparrow." He looked over at the sailor. He was still staring glumly at the sea, hat in the sand, and clothes damp. A sad sight.
"I would almost wonder if the Sage didn't see this happening and a ship is already on the way, perfect timing to get us off the island." Leiron was oddly optimistic. The island was having an odd affect on him. He seemed at home.
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Hirhan
Dedicated
Braving the desert heat in search of ancient relics.
Roleplay posts: 107
Age: 50
Physical Description: Weathered, serious looking (though in actuality not serious at all). Tall and lanky.
Clothes and Equipment: >A well worn robe favored by lecturers.
>Several weighty tomes, filled with information on the arcane. >Heavily bookmarked and earmarked, well used.
>A journal and accompanying scribe's toolkit.
>A rod of polished rosewood wood carved with arcane sigils. This blasting rod allows fine control, and helps Hirhan to channel more energy than he normally could.
>A medallion, featuring a pair of carved hands. This trinket helps absorb incoming missiles, and is somewhat effective at blocking magical attacks. Useless in a melee.
>A pouch of coins.
>A pair of glasses covered in lenses, which allow him to see that which mortal eyes cannot view.
>A vambrace which can store a single spell of later casting.
>An athame.
Player's online availability : Lol
Registered: Jul 30, 2015 17:28:46 GMT -8
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Post by Hirhan on Aug 17, 2015 19:36:40 GMT -8
Hirhan laid a large leaf on the ground before taking a seat by the fire. As Leiron spoke, he would respond.
"Perhaps this occurrence was fated to keep us here. With a ship to flee to we might have lost our resolve. With no way out we now must find our path moving forward. "
He lit a gnarled old wooden pipe, inhaling deeply before blowing a smoke ring into the air. He blew a ring of smoke into the air. A breeze blew by, ruffling the clothing and hair of the group to sway in the breeze. The smoke dispersed into nothingness. Removing his pipe he smiled.
"I agree Leiron, it would be a rather wizardly thing to do. That said, if you got me a big enough carpet...."
He dazed off again, lost in some scheme. After a while he would speak again.
"So now we wait, for dragons. When the night comes I suggest watches of two, we have the people."
In his bag his watcher eye moved, reminding him of a third "set of eyes" he had available if necessary.
"and what of the island, Leiron? See anything of interest, any dragons? I'm itching to go off into the woods in search of reagents, but for now I will head the traveler's advice. Just imagine, a place like this... probably positively dripping with magic and lost relics. Dragons are consummate hoarders, you see. A dragon's home and territory are part of it's hoard, just like the jewels and the lost relics. Heh, to think. We are trespassing on an island full of dragons. If we survive this, the first round of drinks at the witch are on me.
He blew another smoke ring which drifted off into the darkening sky. How much longer until the night came, and with it the dragons? It was hard to tell. Regardless, Hirhan doubted he would get much sleep tonight.
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Rani
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 252
Age: 20
Physical Description: Light blue skin, Long red hair, blue eyes, has two small tusks
5'11"
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a sexy genie/belly dancer-like outfit with a veil and harem pants with slits on the thighs and such.
Flameburst Gauntlet: A mithril gauntlet that enhances fire magic.
Band of Nati: A shred of cloth colored vivid green with the blood of the infant nature god. Has healing properties and glows in the dark.
In her bag she carries lots of random objects that she uses as reagents, or they're junk.
Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: Jun 19, 2015 14:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Rani on Aug 17, 2015 20:00:19 GMT -8
Rani took another chomp out of her fish. "If ya could find a chicken runnin' around I could try and divine whether someone be commin'. But I ain't seen no birds around here."
Without her parents, Rani was brought up primarily by her village Witch Doctor, so she picked up some voodoo tricks along with learning the healing arts. She finished her fish and started healing her burns again.
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Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf
Dedicated
Varan Adventurer
Roleplay posts: 299
Age: 25
Physical Description: An athletically-built man weighing 160 lbs and standing 6 feet high. He has fierce blue eyes set into a wolfish face. His dark brown hair is usually pulled back into a braid on the back of his head. Well-groomed facial hair, for which he is proud of, covers the bottom half of his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ralf's primary possessions include his Hirhanic Shield, Mariah's Dagger, his Ancestral Sword, and his Ki'Gar.
The Hirhanic Shield is able to absorb various forms of energy: physical, magical, or otherwise. He can release this energy in the form of shockwaves on command. This item was a gift from his friend Hirhan.
Mariah's Dagger was looted from Mariah's corpse in Aozora. The dagger is able to absorb magical energy from its victims.
Ralf's ancestral sword is of exquisite make; it is an ancient weapon forged in a forgotten age using a rare material. It has the potential to channel 'the Power of the Old Gods', but Ralf is oblivious to this and the weapon is never used.
Ralf's ki'gar, or 'kin garb', is blue with white borders. A white wolf's head is emblazoned in the center, with the family name "VALGARD" written across the bottom. He usually wears the garment as a scarf or cowl.
Currently Ralf carries a a two-handed battle-axe.
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Allegiances: His Family, Himself, His People - in that order
Registered: Jul 21, 2015 14:42:16 GMT -8
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Post by Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf on Aug 18, 2015 7:28:37 GMT -8
"Pfft," Ralf scoffed. "Max doesn't rest. He can keep watch. Unless he wants help, we can all sleep. And stop worrying about the ship." Honestly, Ralf was a little disappointed the great vessel was plunged into the depths. "Good scouting though, Leiron" he said, eating his fish. "I say we wait. Unless you guys want to push further inland. I'm not afraid of any dragons." Ralf shot a grin at Asadobres.
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Chop The Dog
Established
*Bark!*
Roleplay posts: 18
Physical Description: Chop the dog
A Golden Retriever.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears a worn leathery collar that has a tin plate with a single word imprinted on it: ‘Chop'
Registered: Aug 6, 2015 14:57:04 GMT -8
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Post by Chop The Dog on Aug 18, 2015 7:56:42 GMT -8
Chop couldn't speak human, but he understood from their tone that they were concerned. He really didn't get why. They had food, there were no enemies near... Just to double check, Chop sniffed the air around them, tilting his nose upwards.
Nope, noth- Heyyyyyy wait a minute...
Chop took off like an arrow from their temporary camp and ran north along the shoreline. After a hundred or so meters he stopped, now pointing his nose down instead.
"Bark! Bark!" There was definitely something here. Chop started shovelling the warm sand away with his paws, tail wiggling excitedly as he toiled away. Something was here but it was buried deep...
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Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf
Dedicated
Varan Adventurer
Roleplay posts: 299
Age: 25
Physical Description: An athletically-built man weighing 160 lbs and standing 6 feet high. He has fierce blue eyes set into a wolfish face. His dark brown hair is usually pulled back into a braid on the back of his head. Well-groomed facial hair, for which he is proud of, covers the bottom half of his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ralf's primary possessions include his Hirhanic Shield, Mariah's Dagger, his Ancestral Sword, and his Ki'Gar.
The Hirhanic Shield is able to absorb various forms of energy: physical, magical, or otherwise. He can release this energy in the form of shockwaves on command. This item was a gift from his friend Hirhan.
Mariah's Dagger was looted from Mariah's corpse in Aozora. The dagger is able to absorb magical energy from its victims.
Ralf's ancestral sword is of exquisite make; it is an ancient weapon forged in a forgotten age using a rare material. It has the potential to channel 'the Power of the Old Gods', but Ralf is oblivious to this and the weapon is never used.
Ralf's ki'gar, or 'kin garb', is blue with white borders. A white wolf's head is emblazoned in the center, with the family name "VALGARD" written across the bottom. He usually wears the garment as a scarf or cowl.
Currently Ralf carries a a two-handed battle-axe.
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Allegiances: His Family, Himself, His People - in that order
Registered: Jul 21, 2015 14:42:16 GMT -8
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Post by Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf on Aug 18, 2015 9:15:35 GMT -8
"What the damn..." Ralf was startled at the sudden barking of Chop. He held in his hand some fish which he was gonna give the dog. Ralf got up and went to where Chop was at, trying to see what the fuss was about. "Engara, work your magic will you. Dig this up."
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Engara
Established
Roleplay posts: 38
Age: 12
Physical Description: Height: 5'3"
Weight: 135 pounds
Pale skin with black markings on skin.
Clothes and Equipment: Currently a rhino skin coat is his only excess piece of clothing besides his pants and shoes. He has a few throwing stars, but nothing else.
Registered: May 14, 2015 20:40:34 GMT -8
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Post by Engara on Aug 18, 2015 10:22:20 GMT -8
"If everyone will move away, I'll bring it the top. This means the dog also." Engara spoke as he made his way there.
When he reached there he would spread his arms out. The sand would begin stir, as if a whirlpool in the sand. Whatever it was, it was deep and probably there for good reason.
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Chop The Dog
Established
*Bark!*
Roleplay posts: 18
Physical Description: Chop the dog
A Golden Retriever.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears a worn leathery collar that has a tin plate with a single word imprinted on it: ‘Chop'
Registered: Aug 6, 2015 14:57:04 GMT -8
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Post by Chop The Dog on Aug 18, 2015 13:24:33 GMT -8
As the sands below his feet started shifting, Chop instinctively backed away. And just in time! The ground began to flow in a manner that it would bring whatever was under there back up. Intently staring, Chop noticed the smell getting more intense by the second. Finally, a sliver of gray cloth appeared just for a second, followed by a flash of brown leather. As the sands shifted, a wrinkled, flesh-stripped hand rose from beneath the ground. What they were digging up was something old, deceased long ago.
The corpse lay on the beach, arms and legs spread out, mouth agape, eyeless sockets staring into the void. There was a satchel on him, as well as simple clothes, fit for a deckhand. Chop sniffed around it, without seeming to mind the presence of a dead body. The odor didn't emanate from the corpse itself. Chop poked his head into the satchel, the worn fastenings easily giving way. From inside he pulled out a hefty piece of dried meat! The joy! He attacked the meat almost immediately upon pulling it out.
Chop did not care for anything inedible, but for him it seemed like the corpse also had a map in his satchel, which had some strange markings, as well as some pieces of bones.
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Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf
Dedicated
Varan Adventurer
Roleplay posts: 299
Age: 25
Physical Description: An athletically-built man weighing 160 lbs and standing 6 feet high. He has fierce blue eyes set into a wolfish face. His dark brown hair is usually pulled back into a braid on the back of his head. Well-groomed facial hair, for which he is proud of, covers the bottom half of his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ralf's primary possessions include his Hirhanic Shield, Mariah's Dagger, his Ancestral Sword, and his Ki'Gar.
The Hirhanic Shield is able to absorb various forms of energy: physical, magical, or otherwise. He can release this energy in the form of shockwaves on command. This item was a gift from his friend Hirhan.
Mariah's Dagger was looted from Mariah's corpse in Aozora. The dagger is able to absorb magical energy from its victims.
Ralf's ancestral sword is of exquisite make; it is an ancient weapon forged in a forgotten age using a rare material. It has the potential to channel 'the Power of the Old Gods', but Ralf is oblivious to this and the weapon is never used.
Ralf's ki'gar, or 'kin garb', is blue with white borders. A white wolf's head is emblazoned in the center, with the family name "VALGARD" written across the bottom. He usually wears the garment as a scarf or cowl.
Currently Ralf carries a a two-handed battle-axe.
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Allegiances: His Family, Himself, His People - in that order
Registered: Jul 21, 2015 14:42:16 GMT -8
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Post by Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf on Aug 18, 2015 13:38:21 GMT -8
"A map," exlcaimed Ralf, picking up the parchment. He had been curling his nose due to the smell of the corpse and walked away from the site. "Good boy," he told Chop, "Might give you some rabbit meat now, aye? Would you like that?" Ralf scruffled the fur on Chop's head, congratulating his work.
"Hirhan," he hollered over to the others, "or anyone really, can you make any sense of this map?
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Leiron
Dedicated
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Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 23
Physical Description: The elf was of tanned skin, his hair was brushed back and so blonde it seemed white. He had a scar that started under his right eye and ended half way down his angular face. His cheekbones were high and his face long. His upper body was much bulkier than other elves she had known but his legs were just as gangly. Though you could hardly tell with the thickness of his grieves. Looking at his eyes, they are large like most elves. Silver with ring of blue around his pupil
Clothes and Equipment: ________________________________________________________
Leiron wears a long green sleeved tunic and faded black cloth trousers. Over them he wears bracers, a jerkin with leather scales on hte chest shoulders and arms, boot greaves, and 2 leg satchels, and 3 belts. All are dark brown leather with elvish designs pressed into them. He also has a full helm made of the same material and elvish design. They all have black fur accents except the belts. Over his armor is long, black, cloth gilet which has some elvish embroidery on the edges and black fur and leather over its shoulders. Each belt has a purpose. One belt hangs slightly to the left and holds the scabbard for his sword. Another belt hangs to the right and holds a quiver. and the last and widest (6 inches wide) belt simply holds up his pants... and provides a bit of extra armor.
He has an elvish long sword sheathed at his left hip. a longbow rests across a small shield on his back. Both of which are of elvish design. A mythril spear 6" in length
Registered: Jun 12, 2015 13:24:52 GMT -8
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Post by Leiron on Aug 18, 2015 14:13:21 GMT -8
Leiron came over and looked at the map. "This is definately the island. The words," As he read the amrkings on the map he spoke, "Thricoposs and Ibafarshanbekilk, they mark the deserts on the western side. Ssej Oposscaesin... We are just outside this area." He pronounced the word correctly, strangly enough since he had never heard anything like except for when the Traveler spoke to Asadobres. "Taoul Di Xihuuliup, thats the city I saw."
After looking at the map for a moment Leiron had an odd moment of clarity, "What if the dragons have been sleeping during the day? Asadobres has great nightvision, so its possible other dragons do so aswell."
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Hirhan
Dedicated
Braving the desert heat in search of ancient relics.
Roleplay posts: 107
Age: 50
Physical Description: Weathered, serious looking (though in actuality not serious at all). Tall and lanky.
Clothes and Equipment: >A well worn robe favored by lecturers.
>Several weighty tomes, filled with information on the arcane. >Heavily bookmarked and earmarked, well used.
>A journal and accompanying scribe's toolkit.
>A rod of polished rosewood wood carved with arcane sigils. This blasting rod allows fine control, and helps Hirhan to channel more energy than he normally could.
>A medallion, featuring a pair of carved hands. This trinket helps absorb incoming missiles, and is somewhat effective at blocking magical attacks. Useless in a melee.
>A pouch of coins.
>A pair of glasses covered in lenses, which allow him to see that which mortal eyes cannot view.
>A vambrace which can store a single spell of later casting.
>An athame.
Player's online availability : Lol
Registered: Jul 30, 2015 17:28:46 GMT -8
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Post by Hirhan on Aug 18, 2015 14:36:09 GMT -8
Hirhan came running over in response to Ralf's shouts.
"What in the blazes did you find?", he shouted as he approached, coming to a stop beside Leiron.
"Taoul Di Xihuuliup? Sounds familiar. Was that a race of mer-people or-. Oh YES, a city. Allow me."
His hands went to his bookbag, from which he extracted a tome with a cover which appeared to be made of someone's skin.
"Here it is, deep in Histories , by the great scholar Akk IV of Nanut. My god he was well traveled, shame what happened to the poor sucker."
As Leiron spoke, Hirhan would interject.
"YES, excellent observation Leiron! Nearly all dragons exhibit incredible nightvision. You see, their eyes are huge, and very complex..."
He went off on a detailed description of the biology of dragon eyes, in particular how they differed from Great Sakkurads, which judging by his rant was presumably some sort of amphibious mammal.
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Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf
Dedicated
Varan Adventurer
Roleplay posts: 299
Age: 25
Physical Description: An athletically-built man weighing 160 lbs and standing 6 feet high. He has fierce blue eyes set into a wolfish face. His dark brown hair is usually pulled back into a braid on the back of his head. Well-groomed facial hair, for which he is proud of, covers the bottom half of his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ralf's primary possessions include his Hirhanic Shield, Mariah's Dagger, his Ancestral Sword, and his Ki'Gar.
The Hirhanic Shield is able to absorb various forms of energy: physical, magical, or otherwise. He can release this energy in the form of shockwaves on command. This item was a gift from his friend Hirhan.
Mariah's Dagger was looted from Mariah's corpse in Aozora. The dagger is able to absorb magical energy from its victims.
Ralf's ancestral sword is of exquisite make; it is an ancient weapon forged in a forgotten age using a rare material. It has the potential to channel 'the Power of the Old Gods', but Ralf is oblivious to this and the weapon is never used.
Ralf's ki'gar, or 'kin garb', is blue with white borders. A white wolf's head is emblazoned in the center, with the family name "VALGARD" written across the bottom. He usually wears the garment as a scarf or cowl.
Currently Ralf carries a a two-handed battle-axe.
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Allegiances: His Family, Himself, His People - in that order
Registered: Jul 21, 2015 14:42:16 GMT -8
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Post by Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf on Aug 18, 2015 14:45:07 GMT -8
"So... so this is a map of the island?" Ralf didn't care much in the way of explanations of translations, nor of Akk IV of Nanut. "Is it telling us where to go, or, what to do, or... anything? Or is it merely a map?"
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Hirhan
Dedicated
Braving the desert heat in search of ancient relics.
Roleplay posts: 107
Age: 50
Physical Description: Weathered, serious looking (though in actuality not serious at all). Tall and lanky.
Clothes and Equipment: >A well worn robe favored by lecturers.
>Several weighty tomes, filled with information on the arcane. >Heavily bookmarked and earmarked, well used.
>A journal and accompanying scribe's toolkit.
>A rod of polished rosewood wood carved with arcane sigils. This blasting rod allows fine control, and helps Hirhan to channel more energy than he normally could.
>A medallion, featuring a pair of carved hands. This trinket helps absorb incoming missiles, and is somewhat effective at blocking magical attacks. Useless in a melee.
>A pouch of coins.
>A pair of glasses covered in lenses, which allow him to see that which mortal eyes cannot view.
>A vambrace which can store a single spell of later casting.
>An athame.
Player's online availability : Lol
Registered: Jul 30, 2015 17:28:46 GMT -8
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Post by Hirhan on Aug 18, 2015 15:16:32 GMT -8
"I can't tell with these eyes" Hirhan said as he pointed to his eyes. He reached into his bag, retrieving his lenses.
"But with these, I can see much more."
His focused the device on the map, scouring it's surface with his gaze as he searched for any hidden magical components to the map.
"As for where to go... I have not a clue myself. The traveler did to stay by the shore, it would be unwise to try otherwise."
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 21, 2024 8:39:15 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2015 18:02:03 GMT -8
The one crew member who had become scared and ran off into the treeline had returned, but not as anyone would have thought. Instead the only part of him remaining was his chest cavity, bloody and gnawed. A plump tiny green dragon no longer than 4 feet had emerged from the forest onto the beach to presumably get a drink with his dinner which was dragged by it's mouth. Until he noticed all these weird new humaniod creatures just chilling on the sands, it stood there just staring with the rib cage hanging in it's mouth.  ((Couldn't add rib cage, sry)) |
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Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf
Dedicated
Varan Adventurer
Roleplay posts: 299
Age: 25
Physical Description: An athletically-built man weighing 160 lbs and standing 6 feet high. He has fierce blue eyes set into a wolfish face. His dark brown hair is usually pulled back into a braid on the back of his head. Well-groomed facial hair, for which he is proud of, covers the bottom half of his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ralf's primary possessions include his Hirhanic Shield, Mariah's Dagger, his Ancestral Sword, and his Ki'Gar.
The Hirhanic Shield is able to absorb various forms of energy: physical, magical, or otherwise. He can release this energy in the form of shockwaves on command. This item was a gift from his friend Hirhan.
Mariah's Dagger was looted from Mariah's corpse in Aozora. The dagger is able to absorb magical energy from its victims.
Ralf's ancestral sword is of exquisite make; it is an ancient weapon forged in a forgotten age using a rare material. It has the potential to channel 'the Power of the Old Gods', but Ralf is oblivious to this and the weapon is never used.
Ralf's ki'gar, or 'kin garb', is blue with white borders. A white wolf's head is emblazoned in the center, with the family name "VALGARD" written across the bottom. He usually wears the garment as a scarf or cowl.
Currently Ralf carries a a two-handed battle-axe.
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Allegiances: His Family, Himself, His People - in that order
Registered: Jul 21, 2015 14:42:16 GMT -8
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Post by Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf on Aug 19, 2015 1:20:23 GMT -8
Ralf quickly turned to see what it was that rustled out of the bushes. "Woah," he exclaimed, instantly running over to pick up both his sword and shield. "Watch out, it's a damn dragon! And that's one of the crew!"
Ralf was ready as ever to fight the beast should it try anything, and he knew he could count on the others help. Fortunately, his shield would come in really handy here, should the beast try to fight anyway.
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Engara
Established
Roleplay posts: 38
Age: 12
Physical Description: Height: 5'3"
Weight: 135 pounds
Pale skin with black markings on skin.
Clothes and Equipment: Currently a rhino skin coat is his only excess piece of clothing besides his pants and shoes. He has a few throwing stars, but nothing else.
Registered: May 14, 2015 20:40:34 GMT -8
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Post by Engara on Aug 19, 2015 12:23:18 GMT -8
What a great spot it was to pop it's head out. Sampson was sitting there, digging a hole to find some bugs to eat when the dragon popped out behind him. With a loud holler, Sampson would jump, spin, thump the dragon on the snout and run towards Engara for protection even though he didn't really need it.
Engara would shout to Sampson before taking control of some sand in case the dragon attacked, "Sampson, get your shiny red ass over here!"
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