Enigma
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 164 
Age: 25 or 987
Physical Description: Human: Enigma appears to be a human male around the age of 25. He has jet black hair which falls just past his jawline. He has one light blue eye and one dark brown eye. He stands at 6'1'' with an average build, not as well muscled as a warrior or fighter would be.
Dragon: Enigma is a black dragon of imposing size in his full dragon form, which is around the size of a dragon approaching over one thousand years old. Enigma's eye colors are the same while in this form as they are in human form.
Dragon Species: European Dragon
Size: length - 70 ft height - 37 ft
Clothes and Equipment: In his human form Enigma wears whatever clothes is available to him. Whether these be simply rags or perhaps a nice set of leather it does not matter. The clothes he happens to be wearing at the time are destroyed when he enters dragon form either way.
Player's online availability : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dQw4w9WgXcQ
Registered: Aug 25, 2015 19:17:01 GMT -8
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Post by Enigma on Aug 28, 2015 12:42:36 GMT -8
 TamberLong ago abandoned and forgotten are the ruins of a once thriving mining outpost and stronghold of the dwarves, Tamber. For hundreds of years it has been completely vacant, the nearby Black Lion Tribe not finding any interest in it. Despite its age giant stone statues of dwarven warriors still stand proudly, albeit weathered and the fortifications that made Tamber such an impenetrable stronghold built into the side of the mountain remain. In recent times however, there seems to have been new occupants of the old Stronghold of Tamber, a group of mages that go by the name of the Draconic Circle. Seen as fanatics among the Black Lion Tribe many are former mages of the tribe who were shunned for their radical practices, such as their dangerous magical experiments. Many of the Circle's members are well versed in dark arts such as necromancy and soul magic. Since they have sealed themselves within Tamber many residents of the nearby Black Lion Tribe fear what they may be doing within, completely unhindered by local Black Lion Tribe law. |
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Enigma
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 164
Age: 25 or 987
Physical Description: Human: Enigma appears to be a human male around the age of 25. He has jet black hair which falls just past his jawline. He has one light blue eye and one dark brown eye. He stands at 6'1'' with an average build, not as well muscled as a warrior or fighter would be.
Dragon: Enigma is a black dragon of imposing size in his full dragon form, which is around the size of a dragon approaching over one thousand years old. Enigma's eye colors are the same while in this form as they are in human form.
Dragon Species: European Dragon
Size: length - 70 ft height - 37 ft
Clothes and Equipment: In his human form Enigma wears whatever clothes is available to him. Whether these be simply rags or perhaps a nice set of leather it does not matter. The clothes he happens to be wearing at the time are destroyed when he enters dragon form either way.
Player's online availability : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dQw4w9WgXcQ
Registered: Aug 25, 2015 19:17:01 GMT -8
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Post by Enigma on Aug 30, 2015 15:53:46 GMT -8
Darkness was all that Enigma knew their whole life, but yet they still asked themselves the simple question, what exactly was darkness? With no light in their lives, did darkness really exist? The only memories Engima retained were of this very chamber which they were confined to for their whole existence, everything prior gone, shattered with their creation. Every now and then Enigma could hear them, those that held him captive here release their food into the chamber, mainly livestock. How delicious these animals were, yet so helpless, Enigma enjoyed chasing them around for a bit before eating them usually. In this form, their human form, Enigma did not remember much of what happened while they were a dragon, much of their current identity took a backseat then, almost like they were being smothered. This did not happen often however and for the most time Enigma could remain in control and human if they kept their emotions under control.
Sometimes the loneliness and anguish was just to much for Enigma to handle though; Giant claw marks on the floors and walls as well as scorch marks around the chamber attested to that. If there were one thing that they longed for, it was freedom from this place.
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Pietro Mantel
New
Roleplay posts: 1
Age: 24
Physical Description: Smaller than a usual man of his age, standing at about 5'10". Thin and wiry, with short cut black hair swept from his eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically wearing a dark shirt and pants, with minimal leather covering over it, including a chestpiece,small shinguards and boots.. A stiletto in a sheath hangs from his hip on the right side, and a small pouch on the other.
Player's online availability : Every day
Registered: Aug 30, 2015 18:57:50 GMT -8
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Post by Pietro Mantel on Aug 30, 2015 19:23:38 GMT -8
Pietro had been wandering the area near the Black Lion encampment for a few days now, desperate for something to bring home. His supplies were dwindling slowly, and he was deep in the forest. Today seemed different however, as Pietro had just passed by three great waterfalls, hundreds of feet high, with water thundering down them. He was not sure what he was looking for anymore, but was grateful to find water, and some edible foliage. As he continued on, he saw a rough patch of dirt, greatly unlike the green grass he had been used to staring at. It was a trail of some sort, and Pietro thought he could see some hewn stone up ahead a ways.
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Post by Brock the Forge Master on Aug 30, 2015 20:01:20 GMT -8
Brock was one of the best blacksmiths and siege engineers in The Phoenix State. He came to these ruins once a month to trade for precious stones and ores. Very few knew of the beings here, Brock one of them. He never asked what they done with the goods he traded.
This time, on his path, he niticed Piedro, "What are you doing here? Are you looking for something?"
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Enigma
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 164
Age: 25 or 987
Physical Description: Human: Enigma appears to be a human male around the age of 25. He has jet black hair which falls just past his jawline. He has one light blue eye and one dark brown eye. He stands at 6'1'' with an average build, not as well muscled as a warrior or fighter would be.
Dragon: Enigma is a black dragon of imposing size in his full dragon form, which is around the size of a dragon approaching over one thousand years old. Enigma's eye colors are the same while in this form as they are in human form.
Dragon Species: European Dragon
Size: length - 70 ft height - 37 ft
Clothes and Equipment: In his human form Enigma wears whatever clothes is available to him. Whether these be simply rags or perhaps a nice set of leather it does not matter. The clothes he happens to be wearing at the time are destroyed when he enters dragon form either way.
Player's online availability : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dQw4w9WgXcQ
Registered: Aug 25, 2015 19:17:01 GMT -8
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Post by Enigma on Aug 31, 2015 17:58:29 GMT -8
Enigma lay on their back staring up into the void of the cavernous ceiling of the old chamber within which they were sealed, still brooding. Another emotion Enigma had to fight to not be overwhelmed with here was boredom, nothing interesting ever happened in their short existence here. The only sound Enigma had heard for most of their day were the sounds of trickling water of a nearby pool which sustained them, the only sensation they have felt was cold, hard, and unforgiving stone.
Sometimes for days at a time Enigma would lie down as they did now staring at nothing, their eyes open but not seeing anything. Sometimes Enigma could of sworn he heard footsteps nearby or see figures in the dark, but Enigma knew they would soon disappear once again. Other times Enigma could hear screaming for what seemed like hours on end, only to feel their throat tighten up in pain and realize it was themselves all along screaming.
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Richard Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 47
Age: 31
Physical Description: Richard is tall and strongly built, with white hair (like all his other cousins).
Clothes and Equipment: A military officer's dress uniform, along with a saber and heavy jackboots to match. Richard has a fair amount of money, but not enough to be extravagant.
Registered: Aug 31, 2015 11:49:24 GMT -8
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Post by Richard Fletcher on Sept 1, 2015 17:45:23 GMT -8
Richard walks in approaches the runes, bouncing his saber idly against his shoulder.
"Hello? Is there anybody in here? I'm just a traveler, and would appreciate it if you could spare some water. Hello?"
He's a bit sunburned, and looks distinctly different from the residents of the area.
[Edited for my inability to read]
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Rictzin Vauc'Druhr
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Registered: Jun 18, 2015 18:02:04 GMT -8
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Post by Rictzin Vauc'Druhr on Sept 1, 2015 21:37:47 GMT -8
Rictzin was inside the ruins when he heard the beings outside. He had company, but from unexpected guests. He needed to see who these people were that were outside.
In a red flash, Ricztin moved outside and behind those the neared the entrance. He knew Brock, but the others he wasn't sure. After realizing there was no threat he'd show his face.
"Don't go on there alone." He spoke to Fletcher.
"What brings you here, Brock?"
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Richard Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 47
Age: 31
Physical Description: Richard is tall and strongly built, with white hair (like all his other cousins).
Clothes and Equipment: A military officer's dress uniform, along with a saber and heavy jackboots to match. Richard has a fair amount of money, but not enough to be extravagant.
Registered: Aug 31, 2015 11:49:24 GMT -8
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Post by Richard Fletcher on Sept 1, 2015 21:57:41 GMT -8
Richard is somewhat startled, but regains his composure quickly enough.
"Hello. I'm Richard Fletcher, and I'm looking for work for somebody with a sword. Er...got any water?"
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Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui
Dedicated
The mountaintop guardian shadows his lands...
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 1023 Years
Physical Description: Size (At standing pose): Height: 39 feet at the shoulder, Length: 104 feet
Eye color: Yellowish-White
Scale color: Light Blue, reflects a dull White in direct light
Dragon Species: European Dragon
Dragon Type: Chromatic
Dragon Color: Blue
http://i.imgur.com/Ba7kzgX.jpg
As a storm dragon, his hide and flesh can generate an electric charge passively when threatened, much like an eel, and can naturally and instantly release it upon being touched by a foreign organism or object.
As a human he takes the appearance of a man in the age range of forties to fifties, averagely built besides being a few inches taller than the average Joe and dressed in clean leather armor and worn blue cloths.
Clothes and Equipment: Two small leather pouches tucked under wings
He owns his father's ancestral unique magical scale mail. It is enchanted to break on impact and the shards return his body and reform into a different piece of armor until it is struck, then it repeats the steps.
A set of personal shoulder pads forged by Brock the forge master. It focuses the passive electricity in his hide into a beam of magic energy which blasts away targets.
Weaponry: Claws, Breath Attack (Lightning), and Bite
Treasure Hoarding: Minimal, mainly gems sometimes gold.
While as a human, he wields a magical long-sword, not much is known about his weapon, as he rarely uses it.
Allegiances: Isra (Loosely)
Player's online availability : US Central Time, Weekends: 8 AM to 11 PM, Weekdays: 6 AM to 9 PM
Registered: Mar 24, 2015 12:41:54 GMT -8
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Post by Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui on Sept 2, 2015 9:09:14 GMT -8
Seeing as all the humans were finishing up their nonsense the massive blue dragon had found the closest clearing to the group and landed on all four feet, cold yellow eyes beaming down at them.
"You are all trespassing on the account of my dragonkin. I suggest you all stand aside and allow me to find him."
He'd heard some rumors from various people around the Free City that cultists had captured a dragon and stored it within an abandoned ruin in the Phoenix State.
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Rictzin Vauc'Druhr
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Registered: Jun 18, 2015 18:02:04 GMT -8
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Post by Rictzin Vauc'Druhr on Sept 2, 2015 12:09:24 GMT -8
"Godkin or not, you are in The Phoenix State and interfering with matters of which you have no idea. So unless you're willing to cooperate, I suggest you leave." Rictzin spoke to Jarkoopi, knowing the dragon would remain to help.
"So the rest of you know, the people here are aggressive and some are even powerful. To contain what they have takes great power, so please, be careful if you go along."
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Richard Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 47
Age: 31
Physical Description: Richard is tall and strongly built, with white hair (like all his other cousins).
Clothes and Equipment: A military officer's dress uniform, along with a saber and heavy jackboots to match. Richard has a fair amount of money, but not enough to be extravagant.
Registered: Aug 31, 2015 11:49:24 GMT -8
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Post by Richard Fletcher on Sept 2, 2015 19:55:13 GMT -8
Richard nearly jumps out of his boots, drawing his saber and looking over the dragon with awe.
"A dragon! I've never seen a live one...you're not going to eat us, are you? And could I get some water? My throat is parched.
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Post by Brock the Forge Master on Sept 2, 2015 21:55:53 GMT -8
"Do you think a sword will kill him?" He asked fletcher, laughing a bit.
"Rictzin the Red Storm! Long time no see. I was coming out here to mine some ores for armor. This place is loaded with good, valuable, ore.
Lately i've noticed shady figures in the area. Maybe they have to do with the Roaring Rock. It's a giant runestone that roars like a demon every so often.
As for you mighty dragon, i'm going to leave and return shortly! I've got a magnificent set of armor that i've been working on for about two years! You are thr perfect size and the colors woukd match! Armor fit for a god!" Brock spoke.
"You sir, if you are thirsty, there is a small spring beneath that bush behind you. Move the rock and it will come out like a fountain." Brock spoke to Fletxher before taking off in a full elfin sprint.
The night elf vanished within seconds, his speed matching a horses. He was going to let them find out how to get in while he went for supplies. He also needed armor, he knew if Rictzin was sent, it might get hectic.
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Richard Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 47
Age: 31
Physical Description: Richard is tall and strongly built, with white hair (like all his other cousins).
Clothes and Equipment: A military officer's dress uniform, along with a saber and heavy jackboots to match. Richard has a fair amount of money, but not enough to be extravagant.
Registered: Aug 31, 2015 11:49:24 GMT -8
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Post by Richard Fletcher on Sept 3, 2015 4:58:47 GMT -8
"Um...ok. Thanks."
Richard stares at the empty space that previously contained a night elf for a moment, then goes off to look for the spring.
"Glub glub glub...ahh. That's good. So...um...are you real, dragon? Or a hallucination?"
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Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui
Dedicated
The mountaintop guardian shadows his lands...
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 1023 Years
Physical Description: Size (At standing pose): Height: 39 feet at the shoulder, Length: 104 feet
Eye color: Yellowish-White
Scale color: Light Blue, reflects a dull White in direct light
Dragon Species: European Dragon
Dragon Type: Chromatic
Dragon Color: Blue
http://i.imgur.com/Ba7kzgX.jpg
As a storm dragon, his hide and flesh can generate an electric charge passively when threatened, much like an eel, and can naturally and instantly release it upon being touched by a foreign organism or object.
As a human he takes the appearance of a man in the age range of forties to fifties, averagely built besides being a few inches taller than the average Joe and dressed in clean leather armor and worn blue cloths.
Clothes and Equipment: Two small leather pouches tucked under wings
He owns his father's ancestral unique magical scale mail. It is enchanted to break on impact and the shards return his body and reform into a different piece of armor until it is struck, then it repeats the steps.
A set of personal shoulder pads forged by Brock the forge master. It focuses the passive electricity in his hide into a beam of magic energy which blasts away targets.
Weaponry: Claws, Breath Attack (Lightning), and Bite
Treasure Hoarding: Minimal, mainly gems sometimes gold.
While as a human, he wields a magical long-sword, not much is known about his weapon, as he rarely uses it.
Allegiances: Isra (Loosely)
Player's online availability : US Central Time, Weekends: 8 AM to 11 PM, Weekdays: 6 AM to 9 PM
Registered: Mar 24, 2015 12:41:54 GMT -8
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Post by Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui on Sept 3, 2015 9:12:33 GMT -8
"Hmph." Jarkoopi did not like this Rictzin and his immediate sense of leadership, although he figured keeping his thoughts to himself is a good idea for the time being.
"Bwahaha," the dragon laughed, "if I wanted to eat you I would've already."
"Armor? I already have my own special family set, but since it is not with me I will accept your gift." The armor he has was passed on throughout his family, it was designed as an flexible quicksilver scale armor designed to resize to the user. A smaller dragon would be protected more, and larger ones less.
"I could be a very hallucination or illusion, it is up to your mind to decide."
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Richard Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 47
Age: 31
Physical Description: Richard is tall and strongly built, with white hair (like all his other cousins).
Clothes and Equipment: A military officer's dress uniform, along with a saber and heavy jackboots to match. Richard has a fair amount of money, but not enough to be extravagant.
Registered: Aug 31, 2015 11:49:24 GMT -8
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Post by Richard Fletcher on Sept 3, 2015 12:11:21 GMT -8
"Aww...you're real then. My mind doesn't do riddles like that. I know that. And I've seen some illusions in my time. No, you're real alright. And you haven't tried to eat me yet, which I appreciate. So...um...is there a human settlement around here? I thought there was one here, but they don't seem friendly. Have you seen any from up above?"
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Rictzin Vauc'Druhr
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Registered: Jun 18, 2015 18:02:04 GMT -8
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Post by Rictzin Vauc'Druhr on Sept 3, 2015 20:59:10 GMT -8
Rictzin laughed at Fletcher, "If he doesn't eat you, there's usually something nearby that will. The settlement is the Black Lion Tribe, and no, they're assholes, at least the soldiers."
He'd then turned to Jarkoopi, "Hmph your damn self. I need your help since there's a magic barrier involved. And since your kind talks telepathically, is there anyone outside we need to worry about? If not, we start messing their party up and get whatever they're holding."
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Richard Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 47
Age: 31
Physical Description: Richard is tall and strongly built, with white hair (like all his other cousins).
Clothes and Equipment: A military officer's dress uniform, along with a saber and heavy jackboots to match. Richard has a fair amount of money, but not enough to be extravagant.
Registered: Aug 31, 2015 11:49:24 GMT -8
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Post by Richard Fletcher on Sept 3, 2015 21:41:48 GMT -8
Richard looks disappointed, but gets over it quickly.
"Wait, before you run off and do magic stuff...where's the nearest friendly people? I'm looking for work. I'm skilled with a sword and good with kids."
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Purge
Dedicated
King of Wisps
Roleplay posts: 124
Registered: Jul 23, 2015 11:40:07 GMT -8
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Post by Purge on Sept 4, 2015 13:03:19 GMT -8
From unstable magic in the area, a rip in the space between realms opens and sucks Richard Fletcher in. He will have disappeared with little trace as the passage closes back up. <Richard Fletcher is relocated to The Ethereal Realm !!!> |
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Enigma
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 164
Age: 25 or 987
Physical Description: Human: Enigma appears to be a human male around the age of 25. He has jet black hair which falls just past his jawline. He has one light blue eye and one dark brown eye. He stands at 6'1'' with an average build, not as well muscled as a warrior or fighter would be.
Dragon: Enigma is a black dragon of imposing size in his full dragon form, which is around the size of a dragon approaching over one thousand years old. Enigma's eye colors are the same while in this form as they are in human form.
Dragon Species: European Dragon
Size: length - 70 ft height - 37 ft
Clothes and Equipment: In his human form Enigma wears whatever clothes is available to him. Whether these be simply rags or perhaps a nice set of leather it does not matter. The clothes he happens to be wearing at the time are destroyed when he enters dragon form either way.
Player's online availability : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dQw4w9WgXcQ
Registered: Aug 25, 2015 19:17:01 GMT -8
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Post by Enigma on Sept 4, 2015 19:58:55 GMT -8
All seemed quiet in the clearing in front of Tamber Ruins as the sound of oscillating magical energies ceased, a flash of light lighting the clearing and then fading away in the spot where Richard once stood, not replaced with empty air. In the next few moments, before the two standing in the clearing had a time to react a ring of runes appeared in a circle around their feet, glowing in the stone floor. The ground seemed to rumble as the runes linked together, forming a circle of energy, sparks of purple magical energy leaping across the stone floors. The stone ring formed by the magical energy outline then shifted abruptly a couple of inches clockwise, a huge locking mechanism like sound could be heard as the hinges of the elevator moved, the floor below them sinking. As the floor sank, the sparks of energy arced over the dragon and human, forming a dome which trapped them as they sank into the dark chambers below.
The stone elevator sank for over a minute before reaching the bottom. Long before they reached the bottom however, the hole left in the ceiling above closed up once again, their only source of sunlight disappearing. Once the elevator reached the bottom, the magical energies seemed to dissipate, the purple glow of the runes and energy fading and casting a complete darkness on the duo.
((this is not the same chamber Enigma is in))
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Post by Brock the Forge Master on Sept 4, 2015 20:49:51 GMT -8
"Damn it! I've got to get that armor to hin!" Brock shouted at himself.
He had returned on a Galigan Lizard with Jarkoopi's armor. As he seen the others he noticed them sinking. He knew he couldn't make it down, but he could drop the armor.
With a quick toss as the lizard lept over the opening, Brock shouted below, "Enjoy the armor and have fun Rictzin."
He'd simply return to mining his ores and wait around for the others.
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