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Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2015 15:48:19 GMT -8
The only road through the mountain range along the Kingdom of Aaedan's southern border large enough for armies or a major trade route. There are no conflicts currently in the region so it only has a small military garrison and a beacon tower.
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Ka of Gravlor
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Roleplay posts: 35 
Physical Description: Gravlor is a mighty dragon of a light blue, almost white, scale plates. His body naturally formed into an armor like structure. Neon ice blue lines and squares pulse on his wings, and under certain circumstances, all over his form. It has been many years since this Wraith form has revealed itself, more or less, himself to begin with.
414' in length
When standing on hind legs, 340'
Wingspan is 360'
Clothes and Equipment: Gravlor uses pure energy, and lots of it. Where others breathe fire and lightning, Gravlor releases a powerful beam of raw energy. Not to mention it's high defense of his dense scaling and his razor sharp claws and teeth.
Registered: Sept 5, 2015 18:42:21 GMT -8
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Post by Ka of Gravlor on Sept 8, 2015 17:28:46 GMT -8
The sky was empty, hosting only the stars, a few clouds, and distant galaxies. The sky, unharmed by any Light Pollution, was very colorful despite the darkness it cast upon the world. There were purples, reds, blues, and green spots in the sky. These spots of light that looked like small nets connecting small amounts of stars. It was as if there was no sky, only space.
The moon itself was yet another phenomenon, carrying a blueish silver look to it. The moon was very young, maybe 112,000 years of age. It's light was a transparent blue or white, depending on one's location.
The clouds that passed before the moon was a transparent smokey grey in color. As the moons light would pass through the clouds, some would be reflected casting a metallic look to the clouds. The clouds were not rain clouds, they just lacked the refraction to create their natural glossy white color.
The temperature below was perfect. A soft breeze came in from the south east, causing a subtle warmth upon contact. The temperature itself was low, standing around seventy one degrees. Fall was setting in on the lands, putting the world in a tranquil weather pattern.
Despite the world suffering what is becoming of it from it's creation, it still went on. Fall, like Spring, was an offering from the the spirit Mother Gaia to warn the people of hard weather, harvest their final crops or prepare to plant, and whatever else came with Summer and Winter. Fall and Spring were there to calm the world, forcing nations to stop wars to worry about their own.
This very weather on this night was an offering of peace from Mother Gaia to Gravlor. She knew what was going to happen. If she could not please the Ka of Love, Gravlor, then she would use it to please the people of the lands. This weather was here to make the two entities feel safe hoping she could make Gravlor turn from this land.
Sadly, Gravlor's decision was instantaneous. When he started to see the energies of Love in space with it's colors and light, when he seen the energies in the lands and air, it all sickened him. He loved it all, which caused his sadness. He had to destroy it to get his revenge on Mother Gaia; he would make her suffer.
Gravlor would decide it was time to find a safe place to sleep for the night. He had used a lot of energy in his first day awake. He needed to eat something and rest for a little while. He hoped that by leaving the others in the far west, he could find a sanctuary in the east. If he could find the right location, he would use the land here for his new den until he returned to the frozen lands he called home.
Maybe the world would be safe for the night...
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Renalt Fletcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 248
Age: 65
Physical Description: Renalt is an aging, heavily muscled man. He wears brightly striped clothing, and has white hair and a magnificent beard. He smells of candy.
Clothes and Equipment: Renalt wears a striped apron and suit, and uses a walking stick with a sword in it. He also carries a large bag of candy wherever he goes.
Registered: Sept 5, 2015 13:59:20 GMT -8
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Post by Renalt Fletcher on Sept 8, 2015 17:32:51 GMT -8
Renalt rides in, squinting into the darkness.
"Damn, lost him. I can't believe it. We chase the dragon all this way, then night falls and poof, it's gone. Alright everyone, change of plan."
He gets off his horse.
"Here's the plan: we'll spread out and search, ok? If you find the dragon asleep, gather the others. If it spots you, we'll follow the sounds of firebreathing and come to you. Got it?"
He looks around to his companions.
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Raena Fletcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 152 
Age: 26
Physical Description: Standing at a height of six feet one inch, Raena Fletcher is a tall, very well-built young woman. Her skin is fairly pale, yet has a slight lively glow, and she has pale blue eyes that speak of a world weariness far beyond her age. Her snow white hair is always cut at about shoulder-length, silky and flowing and always well-kept despite her otherwise Spartan nature. She has full, though never painted lips, hardly ever seeming to turn up in a smile anymore. She has a long, deep scar running up from the bottom of her left jawline to the middle of her left cheek, marring her otherwise unblemished skin. Beneath her right eye, a tattoo in the shape of a fleur de lis has been inked. It looks almost ritual in nature, but its origins are as yet unknown.
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Clothes and Equipment: Over her travels, Raena has collected many pieces of heavy armour from her fallen foes and allies alike, melting it down and reforging it into a suit of plate maille unique to her and incredibly sturdy and heavy. The suit is stained forest green with bronze trim, a design embezzled in bronze on both pauldrons, one of a fleur de lis and the other a diving raven. Her bronze gorget has been shaped into the shape of a skull. In addition, a tattered orange-brown cloak wraps around her figure, obscuring her form in battle as well as adding an element of humility to her otherwise splendid armour. She does not tend to wear a helmet into battle, preferring the widest field of view as she can get.
As for armament, she tends to use a heavy enchanted two-handed flamberge sheathed upon her back as her primary weapon, with a short gladius and buckler as a backup. Finally, she carries a set of throwing knives within her cloak, and she's fairly proficient at aiming with them.
Outside of battle, she tends to wear simple linen clothing, preferring function and comfort over form. She hardly ever wears shoes outside her armour, either, having developed well-callused and strong feet to match her hands as a result.
Registered: Sept 7, 2015 16:22:46 GMT -8
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Post by Raena Fletcher on Sept 8, 2015 17:47:04 GMT -8
(repost from Fort Windhollow thread)
Raena is wordless, yet her expression speaks louder than any words. She is apparently feeling very grim. Very, very grim. She spurs her horse into a gallop behind her father after successfully calming it down and wiping the dust from her eyes. "Let's go," she finally says, directing her words at Billy, "next time you can blow that dragon to dust."
She is able to catch up with her father quickly, as her courser is one of the fastest breeds of horses around. As she rides up to the side, she asks, inquisitively, "Father, do you actually have a plan? This could turn out very badly if we simply run in and swing. I have killed dragons before, but none like this."
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Renalt Fletcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 248
Age: 65
Physical Description: Renalt is an aging, heavily muscled man. He wears brightly striped clothing, and has white hair and a magnificent beard. He smells of candy.
Clothes and Equipment: Renalt wears a striped apron and suit, and uses a walking stick with a sword in it. He also carries a large bag of candy wherever he goes.
Registered: Sept 5, 2015 13:59:20 GMT -8
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Post by Renalt Fletcher on Sept 8, 2015 18:59:59 GMT -8
"Well, that just means you've been killing them wrong. This is the way it's done. If we had some of that dwarven blasting powder, it would be easier, but that spoils the hide. So yes, we sneak up and behead it in its sleep. Or, if it's awake, we shoot its wings and ground it, then skewer it like a rich person's party sausage."
He wipes down his sword-cane's blade.
"Now come on, we won't find it if we sit here and argue all night. We can stick together if you want."
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Billy the Swamp Elf
Established
Roleplay posts: 42
Age: 87
Physical Description: Very tall, very lean, and very dirty. Bill stands at 6'7" with a slim build and is very toned despite the thin frame. He is bald, his pasty body adorned in scars from various bites, claws, punctures and burns, and his tapered ears are mangled. His nose is crooked from being broken more than a couple times. While beady, his eyes are a bright blue. Despite the poor care, his basic facial structure still holds the classic "pretty" elf look, and while blown out, he doesn't look that old at all.
Clothes and Equipment: Is always seen in a pair of rugged brown denim Overalls and nothing else. He does not wear footwear, and thus his feet have long since become leathery and rugged. With his nomadic lifestyle, he travels relatively light. He has a cold iron kukri he keeps handy, a large, deconstructable, composite heavy crossbow he has built and maintains himself, and a hide rucksack that holds waterskins, rope, and basic outdoor survival gear.
Player's online availability : Hella
Registered: Aug 31, 2015 20:23:13 GMT -8
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Post by Billy the Swamp Elf on Sept 8, 2015 19:10:34 GMT -8
"Sir, yes sir!" Billy replies to the seasoned slayer. He is quiet for the most part of the trip, nodding to whatever the other's say to show he is listening. His skin has goosebumps from the cool climate, but he does not seem at all bothered by the decreasing temperature.
"I'll follow, hang at the back of the convoy.. Shit, didn't we have more people?"
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Andraste Ruana
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 244
Age: 25
Physical Description: =====================================
Although she is quite young, Andraste's very being resonates with magical power. She has long, dark red hair that falls down around her face, framing her soft, kindly features nicely. She has soft, unnaturally coloured orange eyes, striking against her pale skin. Andraste's hands speak to a lowborn life of peasant work, rough and callused. However, her skin is fair and her figure elegant, her musculature long and lean, lending itself to swiftness rather than powerful. Heat emanates from her body, able to be felt from almost a foot away.
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Clothes and Equipment: Since her adoption into a magic collegium, Andraste has taken to wearing ornate crimson great robes, flowing about her figure, complete with gold filigree and a roomy hood that shadows her face when worn, although she tends to keep it down outside of whatever court she happens to be serving. Her only offensive equipment is a dirk imbued with a haste enchantment, allowing for almost unnaturally quick strikes. However, she tends to favour her magic-imbued twisted oak staff which enhances her casting ability, the large black onyx stone at the tip of the staff holding a particular affinity to her favoured school of magic: Pyromancy. She also holds a book of various incantations in her other hand when in battle, reading them off with extreme speed and accuracy. She possesses a natural resistance to heat, but is much less resistant to cold.
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Registered: May 31, 2015 20:33:14 GMT -8
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Post by Andraste Ruana on Sept 8, 2015 20:42:48 GMT -8
<enter from Fort Windhollow> Andraste, @shogungari, a fairy, Levi Thunderstruck and a pair of magi garbed in black suddenly fade into view in the middle of a forest clearing, looking momentarily disoriented. Andraste quickly takes stock of their surroundings. "We are close," she says, assuredly, despite the fact that they're in the middle of a thick forest with no road nearby in the only visible clearing. They appear to be nearby a mountainside, the massive pointed rock looming over the forest like a giant looms over an army of ants.
"I think he's camped somewhere up there," continues the red sorceress, pointing up the mountainside, and beckoning for the rest to follow as she starts off through the forest toward the summit of the mountain, the obsidian stone at the tip of her staff slowly lighting up until it shines brightly through the darkness, piercing the veil of night with its white rays, casting strange shadows behind every tree. The moonlight is hardly enough to pierce the dense foliage of the forest, so Andraste's guiding light is a godsend. her two magi follow her into the forest, imitating her spell with short incantations of their own, balls of light appearing in their upturned palms, as they lack staves of their own. |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2015 21:27:58 GMT -8
"What's the first step, then? I think I see the other group going for him."
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a fairy
Established
Roleplay posts: 45
Age: ?
Physical Description: A tiny male fairy who emits a purple glow.
Clothes and Equipment: Were one to examine closely past the strong glow, the fairy would be wearing a leafy purple outfit.
Player's online availability : ?
Registered: Sept 7, 2015 12:24:02 GMT -8
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Post by a fairy on Sept 8, 2015 21:45:29 GMT -8
The fairy hovered at Ashley's right side, providing a tiny bit of illumination on his own.
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Vesta
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: Immeasurable
Physical Description: =======================
Standing at a minute height of one foot tall, this tiny nature spirit appears, on the surface, to be merely a young girl in her late teens, and her excitable demeanour would appear to support that hypothesis. She has long, flowing fire red hair which undulates like the flames she embodies, and solid orange, glowing eyes that sparkle with mirth and passion and a love of life. Upon her back, two bright red butterfly wings spread out about her, tapering up to sharp tips, their shape harsh and almost jagged, though possessed of a sort of dissonant order, speaking of her natural element. Her skin is without blemishes, perfectly golden-white, touched by the sun. What little clothing she wears is made from the element of fire itself, in constant motion as it wraps about her surprisingly voluptuous figure, although it occasionally appears to simply be a very malleable fabric, appearing as shear silk. While nothing about her would suggest she's any older than she seems on the surface, those who know the Fae and their workings know she's more than likely ages older than the first man to walk the lands.
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Clothes and Equipment: She wields no weaponry or armour, but her natural abilities are explosive and dangerous, and her short stature does nothing to reduce the destructive heat of her flames. She is also able to command the lightning, those destructive forces of the natural world at her beck and call.
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Registered: Sept 8, 2015 22:11:18 GMT -8
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Post by Vesta on Sept 9, 2015 7:45:00 GMT -8
A small orange glow darts through the trees toward the party, speeding up quickly as it dodges low-hanging branches. Leaves spark and crumble into black carbon dust as it touches them. When it finally reaches the party, it stops abruptly before Ashley, and the outline of a woman can be made out through the bright light, a red-winged red-haired fairy with sheer clothes of crimson spiraling about its body, moving like a flame as they whip about her curvaceous figure.
"Hi!" says the sprite, her voice high-pitched and feminine. "What's your name? What are you doing here? Are you the only humans out here? You're not a human, are you? Is that another sprite? How many people are with you? Where's your camp? Do you want help?" she asks, rapidly and without so much as taking a breath. She eagerly awaits a response, her scarlet lips turned up into a bright smile and her solid orange eyes focused intently upon Ashley.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2015 7:54:35 GMT -8
Taken back by the sudden appearance of another fairy, she gave Scoville a look before looking behind the new sprite at the burning destruction she left. After a pause, she cleared her throat.
"Um...hello," She said with a quick wave. "I am Ashley, we're hunting dragons, no, maybe, yes, five people, we don't have one, and yes. In that order."
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Vesta
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: Immeasurable
Physical Description: =======================
Standing at a minute height of one foot tall, this tiny nature spirit appears, on the surface, to be merely a young girl in her late teens, and her excitable demeanour would appear to support that hypothesis. She has long, flowing fire red hair which undulates like the flames she embodies, and solid orange, glowing eyes that sparkle with mirth and passion and a love of life. Upon her back, two bright red butterfly wings spread out about her, tapering up to sharp tips, their shape harsh and almost jagged, though possessed of a sort of dissonant order, speaking of her natural element. Her skin is without blemishes, perfectly golden-white, touched by the sun. What little clothing she wears is made from the element of fire itself, in constant motion as it wraps about her surprisingly voluptuous figure, although it occasionally appears to simply be a very malleable fabric, appearing as shear silk. While nothing about her would suggest she's any older than she seems on the surface, those who know the Fae and their workings know she's more than likely ages older than the first man to walk the lands.
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Clothes and Equipment: She wields no weaponry or armour, but her natural abilities are explosive and dangerous, and her short stature does nothing to reduce the destructive heat of her flames. She is also able to command the lightning, those destructive forces of the natural world at her beck and call.
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Registered: Sept 8, 2015 22:11:18 GMT -8
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Post by Vesta on Sept 9, 2015 8:12:13 GMT -8
"Dragon hunting, huh? Sounds like fun! I'm gonna come, too! How come you don't have a camp? Also, nice to meet you, Ashley! I'm Vesta," says the little fire sprite, beaming brightly at her new friend. The hole in the foliage left by her journey is winding and marked by greenery retreating from glowing orange edges. Miraculously, the forest hasn't started to burn down yet.
"We might wanna hurry, though. A fire's scheduled to start here soon!" says Vesta, sounding particularly unconcerned despite her words.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2015 8:16:20 GMT -8
"That was surprisingly easy..." Ashley said to herself, beaming with joy. She carefully pulled Scoville out to show Vesta.
"This is Scoville, my companion. I'm hopeful you two become good friends. I'm going to take a guess and say you have fire magic, yes?"
With her free hand, Ashley created a burst of fire that dissipated as quickly as it was made.
"So do I. Would it be alright if you could assist me in becoming stronger, Vesta? I can feed you, if you'd like."
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Vesta
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: Immeasurable
Physical Description: =======================
Standing at a minute height of one foot tall, this tiny nature spirit appears, on the surface, to be merely a young girl in her late teens, and her excitable demeanour would appear to support that hypothesis. She has long, flowing fire red hair which undulates like the flames she embodies, and solid orange, glowing eyes that sparkle with mirth and passion and a love of life. Upon her back, two bright red butterfly wings spread out about her, tapering up to sharp tips, their shape harsh and almost jagged, though possessed of a sort of dissonant order, speaking of her natural element. Her skin is without blemishes, perfectly golden-white, touched by the sun. What little clothing she wears is made from the element of fire itself, in constant motion as it wraps about her surprisingly voluptuous figure, although it occasionally appears to simply be a very malleable fabric, appearing as shear silk. While nothing about her would suggest she's any older than she seems on the surface, those who know the Fae and their workings know she's more than likely ages older than the first man to walk the lands.
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Clothes and Equipment: She wields no weaponry or armour, but her natural abilities are explosive and dangerous, and her short stature does nothing to reduce the destructive heat of her flames. She is also able to command the lightning, those destructive forces of the natural world at her beck and call.
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Registered: Sept 8, 2015 22:11:18 GMT -8
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Post by Vesta on Sept 9, 2015 10:33:00 GMT -8
"Well, I don't need food, really, but I could help you if you like! As long as it doesn't create imbalance. That would be bad. See, my job is to be the destructive side of the cycle! So...are you gonna cause /too/ much destruction? That would be bad too," says Vesta quickly, before her eyes dart down to Scoville, and beams brightly at the tiny faerie. "Hi there, Scoville! I'm Vesta! You're cute!"
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a fairy
Established
Roleplay posts: 45
Age: ?
Physical Description: A tiny male fairy who emits a purple glow.
Clothes and Equipment: Were one to examine closely past the strong glow, the fairy would be wearing a leafy purple outfit.
Player's online availability : ?
Registered: Sept 7, 2015 12:24:02 GMT -8
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Post by a fairy on Sept 9, 2015 10:36:41 GMT -8
He buzzed around in excitement, before he landed upon Ashley's shoulder again, glowing bright and wings extended upwards. Clearly he had some trouble containing the happiness about his complement. While not particularly talkative, the fairy was very expressive.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2015 10:45:59 GMT -8
She giggled at the two.
"I've....had enough of my share of destruction. I know my power's known for destroying things, but I'd rather use it to help people now. I would be honored to have you along on my journey." Ashley said as she bowed politely.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2015 18:32:39 GMT -8
About this time a patrol of Aaedan appeared from behind several trees surrounding them. "Hold!" In the night their eyes shined beneath their hoods. Roughly 10 men had appeared, all rangers. A patrol had heard the group before they spotted them, using their skillset to sneak up on them. The number of the group startled them as the military was on high alert. Their bows were aimed at them. "What are foreigners," He squinted his eyes in the direction of Andraste and Ashley, "and mages at that, doing so far from a border crossing?" The man's hand was on his sword's hilt, tapping impatiently.
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Raena Fletcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 152
Age: 26
Physical Description: Standing at a height of six feet one inch, Raena Fletcher is a tall, very well-built young woman. Her skin is fairly pale, yet has a slight lively glow, and she has pale blue eyes that speak of a world weariness far beyond her age. Her snow white hair is always cut at about shoulder-length, silky and flowing and always well-kept despite her otherwise Spartan nature. She has full, though never painted lips, hardly ever seeming to turn up in a smile anymore. She has a long, deep scar running up from the bottom of her left jawline to the middle of her left cheek, marring her otherwise unblemished skin. Beneath her right eye, a tattoo in the shape of a fleur de lis has been inked. It looks almost ritual in nature, but its origins are as yet unknown.
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Clothes and Equipment: Over her travels, Raena has collected many pieces of heavy armour from her fallen foes and allies alike, melting it down and reforging it into a suit of plate maille unique to her and incredibly sturdy and heavy. The suit is stained forest green with bronze trim, a design embezzled in bronze on both pauldrons, one of a fleur de lis and the other a diving raven. Her bronze gorget has been shaped into the shape of a skull. In addition, a tattered orange-brown cloak wraps around her figure, obscuring her form in battle as well as adding an element of humility to her otherwise splendid armour. She does not tend to wear a helmet into battle, preferring the widest field of view as she can get.
As for armament, she tends to use a heavy enchanted two-handed flamberge sheathed upon her back as her primary weapon, with a short gladius and buckler as a backup. Finally, she carries a set of throwing knives within her cloak, and she's fairly proficient at aiming with them.
Outside of battle, she tends to wear simple linen clothing, preferring function and comfort over form. She hardly ever wears shoes outside her armour, either, having developed well-callused and strong feet to match her hands as a result.
Registered: Sept 7, 2015 16:22:46 GMT -8
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Post by Raena Fletcher on Sept 9, 2015 19:40:42 GMT -8
Raena sighs, having been thoroughly misunderstood by her father. "I didn't mean I haven't killed them in this manner, I meant I haven't killed dragons with this particular set of abilities. In any case, I will follow you. I simply hope we don't die horrible deaths because of it," she says, fairly quietly.
Nevertheless, she follows behind her father, allowing him to lead the way. At least if she dies she won't have to confront her familial issues.
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Andraste Ruana
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 244
Age: 25
Physical Description: =====================================
Although she is quite young, Andraste's very being resonates with magical power. She has long, dark red hair that falls down around her face, framing her soft, kindly features nicely. She has soft, unnaturally coloured orange eyes, striking against her pale skin. Andraste's hands speak to a lowborn life of peasant work, rough and callused. However, her skin is fair and her figure elegant, her musculature long and lean, lending itself to swiftness rather than powerful. Heat emanates from her body, able to be felt from almost a foot away.
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Clothes and Equipment: Since her adoption into a magic collegium, Andraste has taken to wearing ornate crimson great robes, flowing about her figure, complete with gold filigree and a roomy hood that shadows her face when worn, although she tends to keep it down outside of whatever court she happens to be serving. Her only offensive equipment is a dirk imbued with a haste enchantment, allowing for almost unnaturally quick strikes. However, she tends to favour her magic-imbued twisted oak staff which enhances her casting ability, the large black onyx stone at the tip of the staff holding a particular affinity to her favoured school of magic: Pyromancy. She also holds a book of various incantations in her other hand when in battle, reading them off with extreme speed and accuracy. She possesses a natural resistance to heat, but is much less resistant to cold.
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Registered: May 31, 2015 20:33:14 GMT -8
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Post by Andraste Ruana on Sept 9, 2015 19:49:31 GMT -8
Andraste has been largely ignoring the chatter going on behind her as she treks through the woods trailing her party, but she abruptly stops and holds her hand up balled in a fist, hissing, "Silence." However, her alert comes far too late, as before she can say another word, the patrol bursts through the foliage, arrows trained upon the group. Andraste quickly takes note of the number of troops. Aaedanian rangers. Much more reasonable than bandits or raiders.
The orbs of light in the hands of the black-garbed magi suddenly burst into roiling balls of flame, before a subtle gesture by Andraste signals them to extinguish them. Andraste's staff stays brightly illuminated as she spreads her arms out in a gesture of non-violence, bowing before the patrol with her trademarked serene, enigmatic smile. "Good evening, gentleman," she says, calmly and softly, exuding an almost palpable aura of serenity, "I assure you, we are not your enemies. We are tracking a large dragon who has been causing destruction to the countryside. Most recently, he destroyed a fortress in Medan. We believe he intends to attack the Kingdom of Aaedan next. Would you be averse to the idea of assisting us in finding him?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2015 19:58:46 GMT -8
The Ranger eyes took on a sudden look of alarm. "Do you know where the beast is? I would warn the city, and I would need more intel before asking for aid from the city." While he spoke he signaled his men to lower their weapons. "I am more than willing to help you if what you say is true." The Ranger was not sure of the tale of the dragon but he could not ignore the possibilty of truth. If nothing else he would be able to keep an eye on the foreigners.
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