Rictzin Vauc'Druhr
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Roleplay posts: 26
Registered: Jun 18, 2015 18:02:04 GMT -8
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Post by Rictzin Vauc'Druhr on Sept 4, 2015 21:00:48 GMT -8
The darkness would not last long. Rictzin raised his left index finger. A red energy formed a small ball that was a crimson energy. The crimson color gave a dark look to the two there.
He'd look up to see dragon armor falling. When it was near, it drew the crimson energy like lightning. What was surprising was what would happen.
It was as if the armor came to life, shaping itself around an invisible dragon. It would surge for a moment.
When the surge ended, the armor shut down and fell infront of Jarkoopi and Rictzin. With a loud thud, the armor waited for it's vessel.
"Dragon, this armor must be yours. It rejected my energy quickly. Wonder what it does?"
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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 8, 2015 9:07:28 GMT -8
The whole Richard teleporting and energy dome descending into darkness wasn't much of a surprise to Jarkoopi. When the armor had fallen and Rictzin had shaped the armor to his size it was clear it would only fit him.
"Let us see this armor's capabilities." With that the dragon stretched over to grab the head piece whilest his claws had electricity arcing between them, that energy would power the armor to fit his size.
((PC is fixed now, and can I have the armor described a little more?))
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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 9, 2015 13:18:07 GMT -8
As Rictzin cast his spell, lighting the surrounding area in a red light the pair would find themselves in a gigantic cavernous room. The walls, floor, and even ceiling were all sculpted marble, with many engravings on the walls of various scenes depicting dwarven heroes fighting off vast monsters, among other scenes, some depicting dwarven gods. Some of these scenes were completely gilded in gold, and many had various gems accenting the works of art as well. The elevator had plopped them down right in the center of the perfectly circular room, facing a raise platform near the edge, seemingly carved out of the pure marble walls as well, with ivory steps leading up to an altar. From the center one would have to walk 50 yards to reach the nearest wall, the room was truly huge. Opposite of the raised platform and altar were huge gilded doors, large enough for a dragon to fit through but sealed shut. Along the perimeter wall there were doorways evenly spaced around the perimeter, and another doorway behind the altar. It was from this doorway behind the altar that a figure in crimson robes would shuffle out of almost silently. The duo could not tell the man's race as he had a mask on shaped to the likeness of a dragon's head. Even in the dull red light the golden mask shined brilliantly. The cultist carried with him a gilded staff as well, about as tall as him. The dark holes in the mask where his eyes would be looked over at the pair before a voice could be heard from the man, "Fos drun hi het, lot gein?" the man rasped from behind his mask, his words clearly draconic as he seemed only interested in speaking with the blue dragon that stood below. ((Use this for figuring out what they are saying in Draconic/writing your own draconic for now www.thuum.org/translate.php))
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Rictzin Vauc'Druhr
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Roleplay posts: 26
Registered: Jun 18, 2015 18:02:04 GMT -8
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Post by Rictzin Vauc'Druhr on Sept 10, 2015 19:18:38 GMT -8
The armor would forcibly draw blue lightning out of the form of Jarkoopi. It was as if the armor came alive when it took to him. The armor covered certain points of the beasts body to prevent any vital strike to him due to it's two inch iron plate. To make up for the weight, the armor wasn't full armor, allowing Jarkoopi full movement without restriction.
The armor was purple and gold. Sparks of blue energy occurred here and there on the armor plates while actual bolts of the blue energy linked the armor together and held it in place. If it wasn't being worn. it would almost be stackable.
The rune effects were very efficient. The armor conducts any form of electricity and boosts Jarkoopi's strength. The second one allowed Jarkoopi to use the armor like a super conductor allowing him to release a full bodied lightning blast. This would draw a lot out of Jarkoopi, but it would be able to put a huge hurting on whatever gets hit. What the armor lacks in defense, it makes up greatly for in attack, doubling the users attack instantly.
Rictzin looked at the guy with the dragon head and smirked behind his white mask. His body was garbed in burgundy cloths and his arms and legs covered in a golden, elfin, spandex like armor. He looked through his red light at his surroundings for a moment, taking in the area.
"Thing with the lizard mask, where are we?" Rictzin spoke in a forceful tone.
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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 Oct 23, 2015 17:43:29 GMT -8
Rictzin, after the mission was over, waited outside. Enimga had some things to do inside before he left. Rictzin took a seat on the ledge of the elevator on the surface. He didn't know where or what happened to Jarkoopi, but hey, he didn't really care.
He'd reach inside his garbs and pull out a herbal smoking substance and light it with an ancient type of match. He'd puff on this for awhile and enjoy the break. A tasking mission had been completed and he was simply tuckered out more than he had been in awhile.
"Whenever ever you're ready, buddy! I hope what ever you're doing down there makes you feel better." He shouted down the elevator opening into the ruins to Enigma.
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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 Oct 25, 2015 20:03:57 GMT -8
The whole ordeal was utterly confusing for Enigma, having never experienced much in his short life, constantly dominated by darkness and loneliness. When Rictzin and Jarkoopi first broke into his chamber, he thought that those who kept him trapped in the dark hall were releasing another animal to feed him. Enigma did not remember what happened after that, as undoubtedly he changed into his dragon form at the prospect of prey, his instincts having taken over. When he returned to his human form he was alone again, but something was different.
There were many new claw and scorch marks around the room and something else that seemed completely foreign to Enigma. A shaft of sunlight pieced through the darkness, illuminating the exit of the chamber. At first Enigma could not look at the light very long, even the brightness of this little sunlight blinding. After a long while though he managed to adjust to the light, and it utterly puzzled him, as much as it would puzzle someone who was blind their whole lives but could suddenly see once more. All at once he was introduced to tons of new dynamics of this world he hadn't ever experienced before. He could see colors, shapes, shadows, and of course, the light, which seemed the complete opposite to his old friend darkness.
It was then he saw his own hands in the light, and he sat there and looked at them for a long time, as well as the rest of himself. Enigma spent so much time marveling at his now brightened surroundings in fact Rictzin might have wondered if he would ever come up, but eventually he started to make his way towards the entrance. He had also found a cult member laying nearby, who was quite dead, but this did not seem to bother Enigma, and he needed new clothes since his previous garb was torn to shreds from his changing of forms. So, as Enigma slowly inched out towards the main chamber which had the opening in the ceiling to the open sky, he pulled the hood of the crimson robes he now wore over his head to block his eyes from the light.
The opening to the sky was equally as marvelous as his first sight of light had been, and he couldn't help but steal a few glances straight up towards the bright blue sky before he would have to avert his gaze due to the brightness. As Enigma walked into the center of the room the elevator would begin to hum as it came back to life, seemingly triggered by Enigma's touch. He was so startled when he began to be lifted up towards the sky, he almost made to jump off of it before it raised him too high. He did not want to leave this place, this was has been his home his whole life, this place was familiar, outside was foreign. Rictzin's voice almost startled Enigma as much as the elevator's activation, but oddly he understood the words he said, yes... words, that is what they were called. It was similar to the sounds the lambs made when he caught them, but they were different, they had meaning.
When Enigma emerged outside the ruins, he did not say a word to Rictzin, but instead peered around somewhat startled by his surroundings again, careful not to let the light get directly into his eyes past the hood pulled over his head. He saw trees, rocks, the outside of the ruins, Rictzin, and many others things. Rictzin seemed sort of familiar, his body was shaped like his but he was able to also see the parts of his body which he himself was not able to, albeit he had his face obscured. Enigma stared at Rictzin until he said something, his mismatched eye colors boring into the man. Did the voice he heard come from him or something else? This was one of many questions Enigma had running through his mind at the moment.
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