Lady Nyx "The Kingslayer" Mann
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 178 
Age: 20
Physical Description: Like all Aaedanian natives she is muscularly built but very lean; mostly her shoulders, hips and legs are built up however. Long wavy black hair adorns her upper chest and shoulders.
Her blue eyes seem to glow in low light. When heightened emotions are in play here eyes glow brilliantly and if her pressed with desperation or rage a smoke like aura flows from them.
She stands 5' 9"
Clothes and Equipment: _______________
Out of battle she usually wears a black dress of light material.
In battle she wears a full suite of full black plate. Gold adorns the armor and it is enchanted to be as light as cloth allowing her quick easy movements and high stamina dispite the armor's weight.
Registered: Aug 10, 2015 14:27:03 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Nyx "The Kingslayer" Mann on Jun 4, 2016 17:48:53 GMT -8
Nyx was suddenly tackled by Nishida as a massive rock slams into the ground where they were standing. "Get up!" She got up and held out her hand to Nishida, dragging the man up. She turned to face the now ruined palace. And she saw what she feared most.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 21, 2024 8:54:33 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2016 17:59:36 GMT -8
From the rubble he strode. His form had been affect by the magics unleashed upon the city. His armor was now black, his skin pale like ice. A cape still its royal blue billowed behind him as he walked. Hit crown morphed and shaped by the magics into a battle crown. His eyes were aglow with magic, whatever power was locked in his bloodline had been release, his hair white as snow. The beast of a man walked toward the plaza. His warmaul, still aglow with runes and enchantments pulsed with the raw power flowing into it from its wielder.
The Dead King Jorech stands before you, a silent indomitable figure; an aura of wrath, hate, and evil swirling about him. Woe unto those that challenge him!.
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Jun 4, 2016 20:27:53 GMT -8
"Ah!" She flinched and ducked just as the boulder went flying by them. She was relieved to see that Nyx was saved by Nishida, but that was way too close. And the real fight hadn't even begun!
"Blackbean, get my dad somewhere safe!" Jun said as she glared at the menacing figure before their group. The large stone fragment had come out of nowhere , and immediately informed her that this being was incredibly strong. Still somewhat shaken, she drew out the sword Resonance, which was already glowing subtly in a white light. She raised her shield up and positioned herself with her party. The jewel in her helm shined a bright green to signify a minor amount of magic protection, and sparks began to fly from the chains attached to the rig on her back (charge 1). Still, for all her armor and weapons, the dark being's aura made her feel strangely vulnerable.
Meanwhile, Blackbean would invite Raynor to ride on his back and carry him to a safe distance. (Aegon's puppy was welcome to come too.)
Her heart was pounding, her palms were sweating. She took a deep breath and tried to be brave.
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Post by Ralakor Overlord of Belrow on Jun 4, 2016 20:33:38 GMT -8
Ralakor watched the small get together by the family members from a distance. It was not his place to intervene with the conversations of the living. Although the sudden teleportation was not unwelcome it was most definitely uncomfortable, he had never teleported with his vessel before. It was a extremely strange experience. So he was the first to sense the presense of the dark energy. He was ready to face it. It was the real reason he was here. Nothing could control so much undead except for a shard of the beast. The creature he and six other members of the council had broken to free themselves thousands of years ago. It must be captured before it could do further harm.
But what emerged from the ruins wasn't a unstoppable eldritch creature. It was a man, or at least use to be. At first Ralakor thought that the beast was using the King to hide its agenda, but it was not so. The king really was the source of it all. Extremely disappointed and angry that it was not a shard Ralakor howled, his head arched to the sky. All the living could hear it as it rung through their brains. This man had done evil on a such a scale that Ralakor had thought it was the beast. He had used the souls of the dead as puppets to kill their fellow country men. It will not stand. Not again. This man embodied all the sins of his people.
And so Ralakor launched himself at the undead King, black shadowy scythe held parallel to the ground in a sideways sweep. Ralakor shall wipe away the sins of his people and their great and terrible act. Undead king against undead king.
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Sariandi Osoria
Established
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: You're better off not knowing.
Physical Description: A buxom and curvaceous Elven beauty, Sariandi is lightly muscled and of average height. She has fair skin and the lightly pointed ears of her race, with golden hair that falls to mid-thigh, framing delicate features. At least, that's how she looks most of the the time; sometimes she becomes a four-foot-long sword with a rune-inscribed blade and a sweeping winged crossguard.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Sariandi wears revealing clothing that enhances her assets in various shades of blue, gold, green, and brown (with the occasional red or purple, it really depends on her mood). She carries no equipment or weaponry.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 5, 2016 0:04:06 GMT -8
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Post by Sariandi Osoria on Jun 4, 2016 20:39:31 GMT -8
Sariandi had been watching the scene of the family reunion in silence, but she was on high alert. The dead king was still unaccounted for, and she sincerely doubted it had all been taken care of so easily; that unholy storm still brewed above their heads, after all. And of course, her concerns turned out to be warranted. There was a stirring within the rubble, and she immediately jumped between the pile of rock and Ildesias, pushing her psionic shield to full strength. Moments later, a giant stone came soaring past, almost hitting the man with the eyepatch and the young queen. Her eyes narrowed as she gazed at the lich, and she spat a curse in a long-dead language that only Ildesias would understand. By the gods, but she hated the undead.. and liches were the worst of the bunch. Keeping herself between the Elven man at her back and the monster before them, she maintained her shield as she began gathering mana. She would need to break out all her tricks to help them face down this abomination.. and she still might not make it out alive. Her soul, her consciousness, briefly brushed against that of Ildesias, a silent farewell, should she fall. At least then he would be free of the soul bond, she mused sadly.
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Levi Thunderstruck
Committed
Dead
Roleplay posts: 50 
Age: 49
Physical Description: Blonde hair that is usually untidy unless he has to clean up for a special appearance;which then he combs back,
He's slightly overweight from his lazy habits,
Despite his poor habits he's in good health for a man his age,
Clothes and Equipment: Mage Robes
Sandals (with socks)?
(more to come)
Player's online availability : Every Day
Registered: Aug 6, 2015 21:49:09 GMT -8
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Post by Levi Thunderstruck on Jun 4, 2016 20:54:01 GMT -8
Levi arrived from the front lines in a bolt of lightning to see the new form of Jorech Mann. This battle against the undead was the most activity the mage had in years, by the end of the day all his extra weight may be burned off. "Jorech, my old friend... how could this have happened to you..."
Electricity crackled through his fingers as Levi charged a Lightning Bolt spell to attack his former friend.
(Charge 1)
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 21, 2024 8:54:33 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2016 21:59:48 GMT -8
Jorech a silent figure still, raised his weapon and blocked the scythe of Ralakor with the shaft of weapon, a solid one handed block. His glowing eyes glared at the undead as the weapon enchanted to absorb magic began to absorb the very magic that kept Ralakor alive.
The aura around him grew stronger. (c2)
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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on Jun 5, 2016 1:31:20 GMT -8
Ildesias lightly touched Sariandi on the shoulder, then stepped out of the psionic shield she had created to stare down The Dead King, Jorech with narrowed eyes that pierced through him with resentment. "So you are the cause of all of this," he assumed, holding his sword firmly in both hands and bringing the blade up by his side as a white-blue glow took over the colour in his eyes and a magic aura that caused the air around him to shimmer began to grow in power.
"You have caused enough death, evil and hurt here today. You will now be stopped here, before your corruption can spread to further lands and endanger the lives of yet more innocents," he called, instinctively tightening the grip around the hilt of his blade. "Even if you manage to best me in battle, you will not best all of us."
<Charge turn 1.>
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 21, 2024 8:54:33 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jun 5, 2016 11:48:01 GMT -8
Jorech released a powerful blast from his form, a massive force of energy like a wall slamming into everyon in area. With Ralakor pushed away he moved forward to the group, most of which would be knocked away, maybe even to the ground.
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Jun 5, 2016 12:33:12 GMT -8
Jun thrust her buckler forward and bent her knees. She grimaced as she braced for impact. WHOOSH! The thud of force energy slammed against her. Her shield arm flailed out and she staggered a couple of steps back. However, she was not knocked down, nor did she lose the mana in her sword or gauntlets. A portion of the blast was mitigated by the one time defense against a spell that her helm provided. The green gem's little light would fade. Jun's narrow eyes, however would light up a bright green.
She raised her sword into the air as soon as she stopped staggering and started to swing it over her head in a large circle. Some of the debris and rocks around her began to shutter and shake (charge 2). A few of the smaller ones rose up into the air and began to whip about the party in a large circle.
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Elizabeth Finch
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 512
Age: 29
Physical Description: Elizabeth, or Liz, stands at about 5'9", weighing in at about 160lbs, most of it muscle from years of riding and fighting. She has platinum blonde hair, usually tied in a ponytail to fit inside her helmet. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green that contrasts well with her tanned skin. She would be considered attractive if she ever removed her armor, otherwise her face is the only indication that underneath the iron discipline and plate armor is an attractive woman.
Clothes and Equipment: Liz wears a normal looking set of plate armor that is custom fitted for her specifically, and does not hide her gender. She wields a lance when mounted. Javelins are carried in her mounts saddle. Her mount is a young Griffin by the name of St. George, he is full grown in height, but does not yet have the full mass of a adult griffin. She wears plain clothes when not in armor and her shield bears the symbol of the Dawn Riders on it, and her breastplate bears the symbol of Isra on it. She wears a small necklace with a purple gemstone on it underneath her breastplate, only visible when she she is unarmored. Her sword has the insignia of the midnight sun engraved in the hilt, as it is relatively out of sight and does not violate the military dress code. Her primary weapon is her sword, an ancient Elven artifact passed down by her bloodline. It is wreathed in green lightning when unsheathed and wielded by her, and she has a sunmetal shield that complements it with magical abilities of its own.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights EST
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 12:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Elizabeth Finch on Jun 5, 2016 13:30:54 GMT -8
Liz crouched behind a large chunk of stone that had been dislodged, using her shield to block anything that flowed around it, and she was barely moved at all by the blast. Once it was over, she stood in one fluid motion, leveling her sabre at the form of the Undead King as her voice echoed around the Plaza.
"Dawn Riders! Take aim!"
The Riders, most of them having taken cover behind the massive armored forms of their griffins, mounted or stood up, pointing approximately 160 javelins, crossbows, and bows at King Jorech. They were not expert marksman, but generally speaking, they were certainly good enough to not hit any allies in the Central Plaza. Moments later, Liz's would shout her next command.
"Fire!"
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Warlord Shintaro Nishida
Dedicated
Marquis of Aozora
Roleplay posts: 312
Age: 25
Clothes and Equipment: Eye Patch, Katana and Wakizashi, Odachi
Registered: Sept 3, 2015 22:12:26 GMT -8
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Post by Warlord Shintaro Nishida on Jun 5, 2016 14:51:49 GMT -8
Shintaro was relieved he had succeeded in saving Nyx, but it wasn't over. He got up on his feet and whipped out his katana, holding it with both hands. He would be knocked back by Jorech's blast but would keep hold of his sword. He got back up to see casters charging their magic, he'd stay out of the way for now.
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Levi Thunderstruck
Committed
Dead
Roleplay posts: 50
Age: 49
Physical Description: Blonde hair that is usually untidy unless he has to clean up for a special appearance;which then he combs back,
He's slightly overweight from his lazy habits,
Despite his poor habits he's in good health for a man his age,
Clothes and Equipment: Mage Robes
Sandals (with socks)?
(more to come)
Player's online availability : Every Day
Registered: Aug 6, 2015 21:49:09 GMT -8
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Post by Levi Thunderstruck on Jun 5, 2016 14:56:21 GMT -8
Levi rode the energy released by Jorech and levitated into the air so that his channel wouldn't be interrupted. Once finished charging, the Grand Magus released the Lightning Bolt, white hot plasma exploding through the air to strike Jorech.
-THUNDER-
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Sariandi Osoria
Established
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: You're better off not knowing.
Physical Description: A buxom and curvaceous Elven beauty, Sariandi is lightly muscled and of average height. She has fair skin and the lightly pointed ears of her race, with golden hair that falls to mid-thigh, framing delicate features. At least, that's how she looks most of the the time; sometimes she becomes a four-foot-long sword with a rune-inscribed blade and a sweeping winged crossguard.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Sariandi wears revealing clothing that enhances her assets in various shades of blue, gold, green, and brown (with the occasional red or purple, it really depends on her mood). She carries no equipment or weaponry.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 5, 2016 0:04:06 GMT -8
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Post by Sariandi Osoria on Jun 5, 2016 15:02:05 GMT -8
Bracing herself with a surge of psionic energy, Sariandi leaned forward into the pulse of magic from the lich, which kept her from being pushed back too far. Only a few feet. She grunted with the effort of withstanding it, but hurried back to Ildesias' side once the pulse had faded. She took a defensive stance and resumed building her psionic power, waiting until Ildesias was ready to strike. They worked well as a team, and hopefully combining their attacks would be effective.
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Post by Ralakor Overlord of Belrow on Jun 5, 2016 18:14:47 GMT -8
Ralakor was blown back by the force of the blast. Landing several meters away on his back, his ribcage scraping on the pavestones. This was a harder fight then he thought it was going to be. So be it. If he could not stop it alone then with others he will fight.
Along with the others who had built up energy and magic to counter the lich so did Ralakor. Delving deep into the Arch he pulled from its depths the spirits of thousands of his people. Bakers, farmers and fishermen all lent their will to Ralakor. His mind filled with the voices of thousands. He began to rise from the earth slowly, like being pulled by a giant invisible hand. If this creature could not die then it will live forever more.
Pulling slowly out of his rib cage a polished black orb, the size of a large fist, Ralakor extended it outwards towards the lich. His very spirit will be contained in this orb, like an endless prison. The ball began to glow and flicker from within with an otherworldly light. Suddenly from it hundreds of wispy tendrils, made of green energy they barreled towards the litch. Wrapping themselves around him. Slowly extracting his very soul from its body.
(Two turns remaining until soul steal)
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Knight-Captain Calgary
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 138
Age: 24
Physical Description: A fitting description is tall, dark, and handsome. He is tall, coming in at about 6'4" and weighing 225lbs, he is one if the largest Dawn Riders. He has brown eyes, and keeps his black hair close to his scalp.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears a full set of heavy plate armor, as does his Griffin. He wields a large shield and a larger maul. No ranged weapons of any sort, though he does have an Isran banner flying off the back of his Griffin
Registered: May 12, 2016 9:42:25 GMT -8
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Post by Knight-Captain Calgary on Jun 6, 2016 4:35:22 GMT -8
The massive form of Skye and her armor saved Calgary from being sent flying backwards, and he quickly drew the heavy crossbow from its sheath on Skye's saddle. He braced it on the mount on her pommel, pointing it at the King as his General commanded. He saw his Platoon doing the same, and they fired in near unison when given the command by General Finch.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 21, 2024 8:54:33 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2016 9:46:49 GMT -8
Jorech waved his hammer in an arc at the dawn riders' weapons, a kinetic wave was unleashed from it knocking them back at their troops. The aerial attack proved more successful, the arrows and bolts coming straight down on him hitting his plate armor, sinking hit or glancing off. The ones that sunk in didn't seem to bother him. He didn't even react.
Jorech saw what Levi was doing, their friendship allowed him to know the mage's moves almost before Levi. He held his hammer out as Levi cast his lightning. The lightning would hit the hammer and the hammer would absorb it like any other magic. Jorech turned around, a full 360, and brought his hammer forward, the same lightning that rode in to his hammer sparked out aiming for Levi.
The maul in Jorech's hand would be like a black hole for the magic used on him by Ralakor. The tendrils of magic being sucked to the massive war maul and absorbed into it.
(The first kinetic wave earlier was from his armor, charged by the building coming down on him. The one at the start of this post was from his weapon, charged by Ralakor's energy in the previous post. His weapon is charged again by Ralakor and his soulsteal spell, which will work if Jorech is disarmed first.)
(Jorech's warmaul is a magic absorbing weapon that uses the energy taken to unleash one of two attacks, a kinetic wave or a lightning blast)
He then charged at Nyx his weapon raised as he did so. The strange aura around him growing even more. (c3)
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Aegon
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 238
Age: ??
Physical Description: Six and a half feet tall, lean and fit, his black hair still long now has a braid that comes down the right side of his chest. dark and steely. A full beard now adorns his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: He now wears simple clothes. A sleeveless black tunic, dark brown cloth trousers, leather sandals, often a leather cuirass. A green hald cloak adorns his shoulders and can be used as a hood if he needs one.
He still has several magical orbs in his possession that float around his person invisible unless used. Those that glimpse them see golden orbs etched with various geometric patterns and studded with gems. Each with a secret.
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Registered: Jul 16, 2015 21:33:03 GMT -8
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Post by Aegon on Jun 6, 2016 9:49:41 GMT -8
Aegon moved infront of Jorech, his magical shield up and ready in his left hand. His dagger in the other.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 21, 2024 8:54:33 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2016 10:02:41 GMT -8
Jorech brought his maul up as the man stepped into his path and brought it down viciously. The magical shield on the travelers arm would shatter as he tried to block, the war maul breaking his forearm. Jorech would press the attack, moving with unnatural speed for a man in full plate bringing the war-maul up and catching the chin of the traveler sending him flying back onto his back.
Jorech pressed even harder rushing the now downed man and bring the hammer down upon his torso. The war-maul would strike the enchanted armor and not give. Jorech grimaced and put all his might into a second blow, bringing the hammer down with an angry grunt. The ground around the Traveler would crack and people around would feel the blow through the ground.
The traveler could feel the blows through the armor, it would not give but the force of the blows could be felt through his armor. He charged magic in his left hand this whole time. In a desperate bid of agony he thrust a ball of pure magical fire energy into Jorech's face.
The Dead King jumped back in pain. He scowled angrily at the man, his armor singed and his face burnt. He walked back up to the traveler and raised his hammer high, then he brought it down on his left arm, below the shoulder. The ground cracked where the hammer hit. Flesh and bone would give way.
(Just FYI I am the traveler so the cross control in the post is ok, and loosing the arm was planned so please don't try to stop it ^^')
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Aegon
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 238
Age: ??
Physical Description: Six and a half feet tall, lean and fit, his black hair still long now has a braid that comes down the right side of his chest. dark and steely. A full beard now adorns his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: He now wears simple clothes. A sleeveless black tunic, dark brown cloth trousers, leather sandals, often a leather cuirass. A green hald cloak adorns his shoulders and can be used as a hood if he needs one.
He still has several magical orbs in his possession that float around his person invisible unless used. Those that glimpse them see golden orbs etched with various geometric patterns and studded with gems. Each with a secret.
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Registered: Jul 16, 2015 21:33:03 GMT -8
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Post by Aegon on Jun 6, 2016 10:06:45 GMT -8
The Traveler screamed when the hammer came down on his upper arm, the might of which crushed bone to dust, muscle to pulp, and split skin like someone stepping on an orange.
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