Lum'Valia
Dedicated
Normally a dragon, sometimes an angel, always good.
Roleplay posts: 325 
Age: 1248
Physical Description: 128 feet long from head to tail. Her eyes which are usually half lidded glow silver. Her scales are a bright white that glows with energy and her massive wings are covered in alabaster feathers. She is a dragon so of course, she is unspeakable beautiful like a work of art.
Her voice is a difficult thing to described. It is a languid thing low and sonorous. Each word she speaks seems to be set to some unheard melody and those who hear her voice often get wrapped up in it. It's almost as though everything she says is part of a comforting lullaby from your childhood wrapping you up making you feel safe.
She specializes in light and holy magics, and her breath attack is a torrent of purifying white flame. Her flame attacks not the body but the soul purging and cleansing evil on a spiritual level. Her flame can turn someone who has been led astray back to the path of good and destroy those who are truly evil. She of course also has all the fearsome physical capabilities of her kind.
In her angelic form, she is lovely. Standing at roughly 5'8 with a slim and curvaceous figure. Her skin is a glowing alabaster and she has large wings with ivory feathers. Her hair is a lustrous silver color and spills down to her mid back. Her features are delicate, with high cheek bones, a pert nose, full lips, and beautiful silver eyes. Currently, she is in her human form, which looks identical to her angelic form but with red hair, and eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Dragons don't need gear.
Registered: Nov 26, 2015 20:26:13 GMT -8
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Post by Lum'Valia on Jan 19, 2016 11:09:23 GMT -8
Lum carrying Jeffery the entire way, leads the party through the woods. Even without the imps directions, Maelik's path of destruction was easy to follow, the demon lord had plowed a path through the trees. Lum stops to repair much of the damage, that Maelik had wrought, which slows their progress through the woods.
Eventually they reach the top of the waterfall, to find Maelik, covered in blood and face down in the fire pit. Lum sighs softly, placing Jeffery gently on the ground before moving to the demon lords side. With surprising strength she lifts him from the fire, and then she begins to hum. Soon Maelik is wrapped in the dragoness healing magics, and within moments he is restored to good health.
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Lorelei & Lucia
Dedicated
Sweet dreams
Roleplay posts: 270
Age: 12
Physical Description: Lorelei and Lucia are twins, with pink hair. They have sweet, innocent faces and identical clothing. Nobody could ever tell them apart, except for their parents. But they're long gone. They have a placid expression all the time, no matter what.
Clothes and Equipment: Lorelei and Lucia wear a selection of cute dresses and outdoor clothing, always completely identical. They both also carry matching knives. How cute. They also wear identical backpacks. Two living wooden mannequins follow them, dressed up exactly like them. They have sculpted and painted faces to look like copies of the twins. The twins also have a pet mockingbird named Eclair.
Registered: Sept 14, 2015 11:55:33 GMT -8
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Post by Lorelei & Lucia on Jan 19, 2016 11:17:59 GMT -8
As the twins pick their way through the rocks, they see Maelik lying on the ground.
Oh dear.
Do you think he's alright?
Probably...
I wonder what happened?
Looks like he slipped and hit his head.
Does this mean there's no food?
I hope not. I'm hungry.
Me too.
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Jeffery The Postal Imp
Established
Roleplay posts: 11 
Age: 670 or so years.
Physical Description: As small as a puppy, fluffy and physically unimposing Jeffery almost embodies the saying, "Nobody is scared of a 'Jeffery'."
Like most other imps he's capable of flight, only in his case he has to undergo a bit of effort in order to push his wings out from his back so that he can indeed take to the skies. Other than that there really isn't much to say, he's got an adorable squeaky voice and is as soft as an pillow made of clouds but that's about it.
Clothes and Equipment: He lugs around a bag that's comically large for such a small fellow for the express purpose of holding mail. In addition the only real article of clothing he wears is the skull mask/helmet that all demon's under the Lord of Wrath's command wear as part of their uniform.
Registered: Jan 15, 2016 20:46:25 GMT -8
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Post by Jeffery The Postal Imp on Jan 19, 2016 15:40:00 GMT -8
Jeffery stared down at the crumpled mess that was his master and he couldn't help but feel glee. The being who he feared most and had always cast an oppressive shadow over him for the entirety of his life, the meanest, most vindictive creature he had ever had the misfortune to work under. There he was, face first in the ground and sucking ash.
After being placed on the ground he'd hover over near Lum and the beast with his furry hands up against the spot on his helmet where his mouth would be. If one listened carefully it was evident that he was trying to muffle a giggle.
"Huh, normally our regeneration would have handled this sort of stuff... I guess he was running low on bad juju or negativity or whatever. Ha."
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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 Jan 19, 2016 16:14:41 GMT -8
Jun was in awe as to how Lum'Valia's healing magic could be used to heal demons. She herself wasn't capable of wielding light and dark magic at the same time, so it never occurred to her that she might be able to heal her demon crows.
But that's not what was really occupying her. She was more than a little self-absorbed with a project that she had been working on, a type of magical skill she could not for the life of her ever get the hang of.
Magically transforming her clothing.
Every time she tried to do it she expended a large amount of mana and damn near set herself on fire.
But for some reason she sensed her new outfit would help her out. (She was wearing it by the way.)
...Burr it's cold.
On the world outside of her mind she had been using wards to study her outfit's magic properties some more, all while making notes.
She breathed a little sigh of relief when Lum'Valia finished healing Maelik. "You know, it just occurred to me, Maelik must have a rather exciting... bedside manner. Does he... know your true form is the size of an apartment building?"
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Maelik The Fellblade
Dedicated
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6l6vqPUM_FE
Roleplay posts: 390
Age: Several eons.
Physical Description: Standing at 14' tall with an equal length for his tail and a 28 foot wingspan. Charcoal black scales with glowing crimson eyes and a maw full of needle sharp fangs. Muscular build though clearly draconian in nature.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a suit of spiked black armor with red trim, a silver helmet that covers the topside of his face and a little skull shaped necklace made of wood though it never seems to burn. His weapons of choice are dual greatswords made from a strange blackened hellish material that crackles with dark lightning and gives off a dangerous feeling.
Player's online availability : I check in almost daily although it may take about an hour or two to post back unless I'm busy. (This is my homepage so checking is easy :P)
Registered: Feb 20, 2015 23:09:59 GMT -8
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Post by Maelik The Fellblade on Jan 19, 2016 16:28:08 GMT -8
The world was spinning around him as he floated in the blackness, visions of the past drifting around him, tormenting him and ultimately damning him. The realm of unconsciousness was never a pleasant place for Maelik, even less so when he was sent there via 'Brutalitree.' He couldn't focus his mind enough to push away the nightmares, and he couldn't lie well enough to convince himself that he didn't regret any of it.
But then a soothing sensation rolled over him, both easing his body's physical suffering and exasperating his mind's psychological conflict. The roiling vortex of his subconscious feral instinct, malevolent intent and psychotic bloodthirstiness combating his more civilized rational mind that enforced his code of ethics and his more positive attributes.
On the outside it would seem as though his decimated body was regressing back to full health. His shattered wings regained their semblance, his indented maw pushing back out to normal, even his mangled arms and broken fingers cracking back into place. And then suddenly he convulsed before awaking with a start. Immediately his head sharply twisted towards the assembled group and he let out a snarl, his lips drawn back to reveal those same shining fangs that often sent poor Jeffery into panic attacks. He gave an especially venomous hiss towards Arya, her general garb and weaponry inciting his ire moreso than either Doobie or the twins. Jun on the other hand seemed exempt from this sudden hatred as he didn't even levy a glance her way.
He snapped his jaws and growled, black flames puffing out from his nostrils and the sides of his mouth as the Lord writhed about until he managed to put on clawed hand to the ground. At this point Jeffery was already hiding behind Jun's legs (wanting to be nowhere near Lum for obvious reasons) and was shaking hard.
Then he writhed until he managed to get on all fours to where he stared up at Lum with hostility that surpassed even that which he showed for the paladin, evident from the rigid tension in his muscles that signaled his readiness to pounce. However from here his merciless gaze softened and his body relaxed, a flash of confusion evident on his face before it was enveloped with a near instant smile.
"Lum my darling! You came! Oh how glorious!" With a bounce he was back on his feet, trying to usher her and the rest into the gazebo. He noted that the twins seemed to have gotten involved at some point and even stranger was the appearance of some strange kobold.
"Well, as they say the more the merrier so come on in, I hope that you find the place accommodating, I built it myself with the trees from the forest that I felled by accident, you could say I've got a real 'head' for it and that I'm 'branching' out into carpentry but for the most part I'm 'stumped'." He laughed a bit at his own terrible puns before stepping foot into the newly constructed structure and took note of the few things that still needed to be done before dinner could begin in earnest.
"Dinner will be on the way shortly. I'm sorry to admit it but I seemed to have fallen asleep somewhere along the line and couldn't set up the ol' grill before my dear little messenger sent you my way. But I'm sure that you can pass the time by telling stories or whatnot, I'm sure that little Jeffery here can regale you with some tidbits from his past. Oh but first I'll need his help for just a minute so please pardon the intrusion my dears."
As he spoke he ushered the imp towards him, a spot a good few dozen away from the sitting area where the others were directed to. Suffice to say Jeffery didn't have a choice in going.
"Y-yes boss?" the little guy asked shakily when he approached Maelik's side. "What w-was it you needed."
The Demon Lord crouched down with what Jeffery called 'The Hollow Eyed Smile' and whispered something in his ear, something that would have taken all the color from his face were he not covered in fur and a helmet. After that he was given some simple task to hold onto something while the Lord installed a piece of the grill before being sent back to the group.
"Oh, pardon my manners from before dear Jun, but what did you mean by my precious Lum being the size of a building?"
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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 Jan 19, 2016 17:20:20 GMT -8
Jun's face turned pale as soon as Maelik addressed her. He doesn't know. The bastard doesn't know!
Her lips then curved into a lascivious smile as the inspiration for a smart-aleck response leaped into her brain.
"Well... I wouldn't wanna ruin the surprise but let's just say you shouldn't run into any major difficulties provided you're well-endowed enough. Now, where was I?" She said this while sitting down next to the fire.
She started magically inscribing runes onto her old outfit, her purple Verri uniform, in strategic places. Her armor was packed up in a knapsack next to her, and she would work on those next. She muttered to herself, "This is gonna work. I think this is actually gonna work..."
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Lum'Valia
Dedicated
Normally a dragon, sometimes an angel, always good.
Roleplay posts: 325
Age: 1248
Physical Description: 128 feet long from head to tail. Her eyes which are usually half lidded glow silver. Her scales are a bright white that glows with energy and her massive wings are covered in alabaster feathers. She is a dragon so of course, she is unspeakable beautiful like a work of art.
Her voice is a difficult thing to described. It is a languid thing low and sonorous. Each word she speaks seems to be set to some unheard melody and those who hear her voice often get wrapped up in it. It's almost as though everything she says is part of a comforting lullaby from your childhood wrapping you up making you feel safe.
She specializes in light and holy magics, and her breath attack is a torrent of purifying white flame. Her flame attacks not the body but the soul purging and cleansing evil on a spiritual level. Her flame can turn someone who has been led astray back to the path of good and destroy those who are truly evil. She of course also has all the fearsome physical capabilities of her kind.
In her angelic form, she is lovely. Standing at roughly 5'8 with a slim and curvaceous figure. Her skin is a glowing alabaster and she has large wings with ivory feathers. Her hair is a lustrous silver color and spills down to her mid back. Her features are delicate, with high cheek bones, a pert nose, full lips, and beautiful silver eyes. Currently, she is in her human form, which looks identical to her angelic form but with red hair, and eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Dragons don't need gear.
Registered: Nov 26, 2015 20:26:13 GMT -8
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Post by Lum'Valia on Jan 19, 2016 18:32:04 GMT -8
Lum's only reaction to Maelik's outburst is to frown slightly, so far the demon lord is not impressing his date. Her attention turns to the gazebo at his insistence though, and she is impressed that he managed to build it so swiftly. At Jun's words concerning endowment, Lum let's out a little gasp and says sternly.
"Jun really! There are children present."
She glides into gazebo, and her instincts take over, she begins decorating. Within a matter of minutes she has created a variety of floral arrangements, tasteful statues of angelic beings, and she even produces some hor d'oeuvres. Smoked salmon served over brie on a cracker garnish with herbs, naan bread and hummus, and of course deviled eggs. How exactly she procures these things, is unclear, she simply seems to vanish when nobody is looking, and reappear with something new.
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Lorelei & Lucia
Dedicated
Sweet dreams
Roleplay posts: 270
Age: 12
Physical Description: Lorelei and Lucia are twins, with pink hair. They have sweet, innocent faces and identical clothing. Nobody could ever tell them apart, except for their parents. But they're long gone. They have a placid expression all the time, no matter what.
Clothes and Equipment: Lorelei and Lucia wear a selection of cute dresses and outdoor clothing, always completely identical. They both also carry matching knives. How cute. They also wear identical backpacks. Two living wooden mannequins follow them, dressed up exactly like them. They have sculpted and painted faces to look like copies of the twins. The twins also have a pet mockingbird named Eclair.
Registered: Sept 14, 2015 11:55:33 GMT -8
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Post by Lorelei & Lucia on Jan 19, 2016 21:15:06 GMT -8
The twins watch the angel produce the food out of thin air with amazement.
Wow...
That looks tasty.
I wonder if Mr. Hasdrubal could do that if we brought him her heart.
Shh! She'll hear!
Oops.
We were joking, Ms. Dragon!
I want to try those eggs.
Where's the pie? I don't see any pie.
I'm sure there'll be pie. There's always pie.
Cherry pie?
Maybe. I prefer pecan.
Pecan's too sugary and sticky.
So is cherry!
Yeah, well...it's got fruit in it. It's healthier.
No it isn't. It's soaked in syrup.
Eh.
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Arya Shieldheart
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 21
Physical Description: *Physical Description*
Arya stands at about 5'10, with an athletic build composed of lean yet strong muscle due to rigorous training in plate armor most of the time. Arya has pure white hair that tumbles down to just above the small of her back in flowing waves.
Her face holds soft features, which seem welcoming to any who look upon them. Her eyes, which are a ruby red color, always seem to hold a friendly, welcoming glint.
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Clothes and Equipment: *Clothes and Equipment*
In combat, Arya will almost always be wearing a high quality plate armor made of white plate accented in black. The armor was made to fit the user and is more form fitting than plate armor of a lower quality, which makes it hug her features a bit, while also allowing a freer range of movement. On top of this, the armor is also enchanted, which lends it additional strength in the form of various wards placed upon it. With the armor, Arya also usually has a dark navy blue cape that is enchanted to protect her from the elements that may affect a user wearing full plate normally.
Arya's sword, which she carries at all times, appears to be made out of pure gold and is ornately crafted, though in truth it is only golden in color. The blade seems to always gleam with holy energy. The source of the blade's holy energy seems to flow directly from Arya's soul, the blade and its wielder's soul linked by a powerful bond. The golden metal sword is so much a part of Arya that she can easily cast holy magic or light magic through it as she fights with it, and if one were to hold the blade, it would surrender everything of Arya's being to that person, including every memory, thought, and emotion she had ever experienced and is experiencing at the time. If the sword, which is nigh indestructible, is destroyed, however, Arya would die.
At other times, she wears more mundane clothing, though it typically consists of a cloak that is a dark navy blue, similar to her cape while she is wearing her armor that is also enchanted to protect it's wearer a bit. For the most part, she summons most of her equipment through the use of light magic, except for her sword.
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Registered: Jan 10, 2016 15:07:58 GMT -8
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Post by Arya Shieldheart on Jan 19, 2016 21:16:54 GMT -8
Arya was seemed somewhat bored of this get together already, the only real excitement it seems having passed. She could of sworn Maelik was about to attack them, the look in his eyes... Arya had never seen a rage more viscous than that, but then suddenly he returned back to normal. Arya gave a slight smirk to Jun's comments but otherwise did not say anything as she nibbled on some of the food Lum'valia seemed to pop out of nowhere with.
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Doobie du Shoobie
Dedicated
The Premier Stand Master!
Roleplay posts: 397
Age: 18
Physical Description: He's a Kobold with green scales and long hair that has recently turned platinum colour.
Clothes and Equipment: Blue Mage Robes with gold trim and the Heroes Guild cape draped over one shoulder.
Allegiances: Heroes Guild, Jun of the Celadine
Player's online availability : Every Day, noon to 2am eastern us time
Registered: May 28, 2015 14:51:50 GMT -8
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Post by Doobie du Shoobie on Jan 20, 2016 19:12:26 GMT -8
Doobie helps himself to some Hors-d’œuvres at the picnic. While munching he looks up and blows at his hair, it's beginning to get longer.
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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 Jan 20, 2016 19:53:33 GMT -8
Jun dismissed Lum'Valia's comment without a word. She thought to herself: Those things are not normal kids. The closest thing we have to a normal kid here is Doobie. Her tongue was pressed against the corner of her upper lip in concentration. She was just about done magically inscribing runes into all three of her outfits. Every few seconds she'd take some hor d'oeuvres to help fuel her brain.
She cringed, and clasped her hands together.
FLASH!
She was wearing her outfit. She blinked. Her face scrunched up once again.
FLASH!
She was wearing her armor.
FLASH!
Once again she was wearing her new dress.
"I DID IT! Ahhhhh..." Jun fell on her back and looked up at the sky with a satisfied look. She released a large, pleasurable sigh. A few seconds she sat back up. "So, what did I miss?"
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Maelik The Fellblade
Dedicated
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6l6vqPUM_FE
Roleplay posts: 390
Age: Several eons.
Physical Description: Standing at 14' tall with an equal length for his tail and a 28 foot wingspan. Charcoal black scales with glowing crimson eyes and a maw full of needle sharp fangs. Muscular build though clearly draconian in nature.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a suit of spiked black armor with red trim, a silver helmet that covers the topside of his face and a little skull shaped necklace made of wood though it never seems to burn. His weapons of choice are dual greatswords made from a strange blackened hellish material that crackles with dark lightning and gives off a dangerous feeling.
Player's online availability : I check in almost daily although it may take about an hour or two to post back unless I'm busy. (This is my homepage so checking is easy :P)
Registered: Feb 20, 2015 23:09:59 GMT -8
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Post by Maelik The Fellblade on Jan 20, 2016 20:26:05 GMT -8
Maelik peeked over his shoulder to observe Lum's creations, and was simply astounded by what her magic seemed capable of. To be able to simply manifest objects (however small) into existence was impressive and were he able to do anything similar he wouldn't have to dirty his hands and waste his time with ingredient gathering. But he lacked the knowledge necessary to even hope to attempt such sorcery so the demon chef had to work with what he had on him.
So he removed his armor, stripping down to his scarce undergarments to reveal his toned, muscular body and rifled through his bag to grab his apron that read, 'Hot surface, kiss at own risk'. Now that he was appropriately attired he was ready to begin and with a flick of his wrist he fanned life into the grill, sparking a fire that quickly roared into a satisfying blaze. While he waited for the fire to heat up the metal bars to the proper temperature Maelik went to work on some of the boars he snagged back in the open plains, washing his hands, tail, wings and tail blade clean of any dirt before laying the beast out on the counter.
Once it was in the right position he set to ripping off limbs and cleaning out its innards so that he could extract the more desirable meat without any pesky intestines or stomachs getting in the way. He did this to about three or so boars, pulling out the ribs and gingerly slicing his choice cuts from their flanks.
From there he separated the gore from what he actually wished to cook and washed away the blood so that he could better assess what he had to work with.
"I'm glad I chose to go with the beefier looking hogs, there's not much fat here to ruin things," he muttered whilst taking a wickedly sharp silver knife to the grizzle, sheering away whatever imperfections his expert eye could find.
Following that the Lord once again washed his hands vigorously in order to get the blood out of his claws and threw some potatoes in a small iron box whilst using his wings to peel ears of corn. His tail too seemed to be in a flurry of motion, dexterously handling the complex task of cutting the thin layer of pasty dough and dicing the fruit needed to make a proper pie.
With a practiced pace Maelik powered through the set up and was making startling progress with the actual cooking as well. The ribs and other cuts of meat were already sizzling on the grill with the corn (already buttered) quickly turning about beside it, the pie was in a small portable stove and the iron potato box was under a constant deluge of demonic fire, roasting the spuds within.
Within a matter of about ten or so minutes the only step remaining was the slathering of his super secret sauce of salvation, he was back at the table in no time flat, arms laden with platters that he hastily placed on the table in the most aesthetically pleasing way he could manage. Almost immediately after dumping his payload he plucked a few of Lum's hor d'eouvres and sampled them.
His discerning taste was usually the nightmare of many an aspiring chef, preceded only by the inevitable brow beating that would be sure to follow and small failure, but to Maelik's surprise these tasted better than some of the things he's had from most professional chefs.
"My word Lum, where did you learn to do this? These are superb, I hope that my humble creations can hope to match up to yours. Go ahead everyone, give it a try! But no pie until you finish your dinner... I'm looking at you girls!" the demon said with a critical glare to the twins.
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Lum'Valia
Dedicated
Normally a dragon, sometimes an angel, always good.
Roleplay posts: 325
Age: 1248
Physical Description: 128 feet long from head to tail. Her eyes which are usually half lidded glow silver. Her scales are a bright white that glows with energy and her massive wings are covered in alabaster feathers. She is a dragon so of course, she is unspeakable beautiful like a work of art.
Her voice is a difficult thing to described. It is a languid thing low and sonorous. Each word she speaks seems to be set to some unheard melody and those who hear her voice often get wrapped up in it. It's almost as though everything she says is part of a comforting lullaby from your childhood wrapping you up making you feel safe.
She specializes in light and holy magics, and her breath attack is a torrent of purifying white flame. Her flame attacks not the body but the soul purging and cleansing evil on a spiritual level. Her flame can turn someone who has been led astray back to the path of good and destroy those who are truly evil. She of course also has all the fearsome physical capabilities of her kind.
In her angelic form, she is lovely. Standing at roughly 5'8 with a slim and curvaceous figure. Her skin is a glowing alabaster and she has large wings with ivory feathers. Her hair is a lustrous silver color and spills down to her mid back. Her features are delicate, with high cheek bones, a pert nose, full lips, and beautiful silver eyes. Currently, she is in her human form, which looks identical to her angelic form but with red hair, and eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Dragons don't need gear.
Registered: Nov 26, 2015 20:26:13 GMT -8
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Post by Lum'Valia on Jan 20, 2016 20:47:45 GMT -8
Lum'Valia smiles at Jun's display of magical clothes changing, she herself simply wore light magic constructs, thus she could already change her clothing at a whim. Jun's way though allowed the mage to change into different enchanted clothing, which had its merits, so Lum could see why the mage went through the effort.
"That is very impressive Jun."
Lum says this to Jun , before sending a quick mental message to the twins.
I can appreciate your desire to get your friend a present, still I think taking my heart would put some people out. Perhaps you should consider a present that doesn't cost someone their life. Also Maelik is right, pie is a dessert and should come after your supper.
Arya seems a bit put out from the whole affair, which is not surprising. The girl had gone through a lot, not just in her life but in the last few days and hours. Absorbing so many new experiences would take time, and she still had some very reasonable prejudices to overcome. With the table set Lum sits gracefully, smiling at all of her friends, she answers Maeliks question as she waits for everyone to be seated.
"I spend a lot of time with humans, and I found that I enjoyed meals prepared well. As I am a dragon, the volume of food I require does often necessitate quantity over quality. However being a dragon has also given me many years to learn how to cook, and when I have the time I make great quantities of quality food, which has given me a lot of practice."
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Lorelei & Lucia
Dedicated
Sweet dreams
Roleplay posts: 270
Age: 12
Physical Description: Lorelei and Lucia are twins, with pink hair. They have sweet, innocent faces and identical clothing. Nobody could ever tell them apart, except for their parents. But they're long gone. They have a placid expression all the time, no matter what.
Clothes and Equipment: Lorelei and Lucia wear a selection of cute dresses and outdoor clothing, always completely identical. They both also carry matching knives. How cute. They also wear identical backpacks. Two living wooden mannequins follow them, dressed up exactly like them. They have sculpted and painted faces to look like copies of the twins. The twins also have a pet mockingbird named Eclair.
Registered: Sept 14, 2015 11:55:33 GMT -8
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Post by Lorelei & Lucia on Jan 20, 2016 21:02:07 GMT -8
"Nyeeeeeeeeh."
The twins whine, unhappy at being listened in on and bossed about. They're not used to people hearing them.
"Yes, Ms. Lum. Yes, Mr. Maelik."
They make faces at Lum behind her back, then start loading up plates with barbecue and corn. After glancing around for a moment, they decide to sit right next to Jun. On either side of her, in fact.
"Hello, Ms. Jun. We like your dress."
Their smiles are rather unsettling, as is the way they take small, delicate bites and wipe their mouths daintily. It would be unnerving to anybody who's ever seen children before.
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Doobie du Shoobie
Dedicated
The Premier Stand Master!
Roleplay posts: 397
Age: 18
Physical Description: He's a Kobold with green scales and long hair that has recently turned platinum colour.
Clothes and Equipment: Blue Mage Robes with gold trim and the Heroes Guild cape draped over one shoulder.
Allegiances: Heroes Guild, Jun of the Celadine
Player's online availability : Every Day, noon to 2am eastern us time
Registered: May 28, 2015 14:51:50 GMT -8
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Post by Doobie du Shoobie on Jan 20, 2016 21:25:48 GMT -8
Doobie is not familiar with human children, so he is not intimidated. He is however suspicious at how similar they are, what sorcery was this to have two creatures that look exactly the same!? His suspicions would have to wait as Maelik presented the precious platters. "MMMM! Meat!" Doobie was salivating with excitement and he wanted to eat the scrumptiousness now!  |
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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 Jan 20, 2016 21:28:04 GMT -8
Jun has seen children before.
"Thanks! You-your dresses are very pretty too!" She said this with a voice an octave higher than normal.
There was a bright flash. Jun unconsciously switched into her armor.
"Hehehehehe...ehehehe... eh." Jun was rapidly devouring salmon while continually glancing at Lum'Valia and Doobie.
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Arya Shieldheart
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 21
Physical Description: *Physical Description*
Arya stands at about 5'10, with an athletic build composed of lean yet strong muscle due to rigorous training in plate armor most of the time. Arya has pure white hair that tumbles down to just above the small of her back in flowing waves.
Her face holds soft features, which seem welcoming to any who look upon them. Her eyes, which are a ruby red color, always seem to hold a friendly, welcoming glint.
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Clothes and Equipment: *Clothes and Equipment*
In combat, Arya will almost always be wearing a high quality plate armor made of white plate accented in black. The armor was made to fit the user and is more form fitting than plate armor of a lower quality, which makes it hug her features a bit, while also allowing a freer range of movement. On top of this, the armor is also enchanted, which lends it additional strength in the form of various wards placed upon it. With the armor, Arya also usually has a dark navy blue cape that is enchanted to protect her from the elements that may affect a user wearing full plate normally.
Arya's sword, which she carries at all times, appears to be made out of pure gold and is ornately crafted, though in truth it is only golden in color. The blade seems to always gleam with holy energy. The source of the blade's holy energy seems to flow directly from Arya's soul, the blade and its wielder's soul linked by a powerful bond. The golden metal sword is so much a part of Arya that she can easily cast holy magic or light magic through it as she fights with it, and if one were to hold the blade, it would surrender everything of Arya's being to that person, including every memory, thought, and emotion she had ever experienced and is experiencing at the time. If the sword, which is nigh indestructible, is destroyed, however, Arya would die.
At other times, she wears more mundane clothing, though it typically consists of a cloak that is a dark navy blue, similar to her cape while she is wearing her armor that is also enchanted to protect it's wearer a bit. For the most part, she summons most of her equipment through the use of light magic, except for her sword.
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Registered: Jan 10, 2016 15:07:58 GMT -8
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Post by Arya Shieldheart on Jan 21, 2016 13:00:02 GMT -8
The reality of the situation seemed to dawn on Arya as the scent of the food being prepared wafted over to the group. She normally was reluctant to accept charity from others but now was even worse. Arya knew Maelik already disliked her and she did not like the demon either. Every look they have exchanged so far has been some form of a glare or scowl towards each other. She would never accept his charity, eat his food. The whole group would probably be better off if Arya was not present at all.
Faster than Arya ever thought however, the food was being brought out. She had hoped she could leave before the food was here, as that would not be as dramatic in her opinion, but it seemed it could not be avoided. Pushing herself up from the table, the Paladin only gave the group a short explanation, the tone of her voice was stern, and determined. It was if the decision was already made in her mind, and no one would be able to change it.
"I'm leaving. See you guys later." And with that she walked out of the gazebo and out towards the woods and then the open plains just outside the trees. Perhaps she could have been somewhat more tactful, but she was not used to such things, Arya was a paladin, a warrior at heart. Her decision to leave derived mostly from her own pride. She would never accept food from someone who was clearly her enemy.
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Doobie du Shoobie
Dedicated
The Premier Stand Master!
Roleplay posts: 397
Age: 18
Physical Description: He's a Kobold with green scales and long hair that has recently turned platinum colour.
Clothes and Equipment: Blue Mage Robes with gold trim and the Heroes Guild cape draped over one shoulder.
Allegiances: Heroes Guild, Jun of the Celadine
Player's online availability : Every Day, noon to 2am eastern us time
Registered: May 28, 2015 14:51:50 GMT -8
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Post by Doobie du Shoobie on Jan 21, 2016 14:07:35 GMT -8
"So long, stranger!" Doobie says after swallowing a mouthful of meat. He reaches over for the food that was at her place at the table. "More for Doobie! Kekeke!"
Doobie enjoyed the barbecued ribs the most, they were just right and came off the bone with ease. The sauce had him licking his fingers clean. He pauses from his eating to thank his hosts Lum'valia and Maelik, "The food is delicious! I thank thee, a warrior mage needs a healthy meal before he resumes his training."
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Maelik The Fellblade
Dedicated
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6l6vqPUM_FE
Roleplay posts: 390
Age: Several eons.
Physical Description: Standing at 14' tall with an equal length for his tail and a 28 foot wingspan. Charcoal black scales with glowing crimson eyes and a maw full of needle sharp fangs. Muscular build though clearly draconian in nature.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a suit of spiked black armor with red trim, a silver helmet that covers the topside of his face and a little skull shaped necklace made of wood though it never seems to burn. His weapons of choice are dual greatswords made from a strange blackened hellish material that crackles with dark lightning and gives off a dangerous feeling.
Player's online availability : I check in almost daily although it may take about an hour or two to post back unless I'm busy. (This is my homepage so checking is easy :P)
Registered: Feb 20, 2015 23:09:59 GMT -8
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Post by Maelik The Fellblade on Jan 21, 2016 17:13:27 GMT -8
Maelik watched as Doobie dug into his meal enthusiastically with a sense of immense pride, taking pleasure in the knowledge that his skills satisfied somebody else, even if that somebody happened to be a outrageous little kobold.
"Hmm? Dragon?" the demon said with a sliver of confusion, "oh yes that's right! I'm sorry, I just find it hard to keep it in mine that you're one of them. Especially when you don't act in that same brutish manner as they do. It makes you all the more amazing!"
He moved to help heap some food onto Lum's plate, but was interrupted by Arya's sudden decision to depart.
"Leaving?" he muttered quietly, evidently quite hurt by her choice. "You're just going to leave!?" He stood himself up from his chair, the cutlery in his hands were about as dense as wet paper plates in his fists as he bent them horribly out of shape.
"I've been doing my best here to try to make things at least a bit more amicable between us for Lum's sake and this is how you act!? I've never been more offended in my life!" he called out to the paladin as she was walking away, and his voice seemed to have a strange mixture of sadness and murderous intent mixed in with it.
"I get it! You don't like me, and I certainly don't like you or for that matter anyone of your order. For centuries upon centuries whenever I entered this world I would be hounded after and hunted down by your ilk, brandishing weapons and spells. I tried to show them I meant no harm but I was always met with the same thuggish response, I would be banished time and time again and each time I would receive another scar to show for my patience."
He removed his helmet to reveal a large cross shaped scar, it was so distinct that one could swear it might have even been a brand of some sort. "This one here, number seventy was went I drew the line... They wanted a monster and so I gave them one, to this day I've slain every hunter who's come looking for me and allowed nature to take it's course. But I went too far and until now whatever hope I had of happiness was merely an unattainable dream... Now that I finally have a chance at it again I'm not about to let you ruin it."
He pointed a clawed finger to a clearing just to the side of the gazebo, his fist shaking and tendrils of smoke rising from his maw.
"Obviously you're against my courting of your soon to be teacher and I'm fighting an uphill battle here, I can't just ignore the threat your opposition poses to me. But I have a solution I know that you'll like. We step out into that clearing there and we have a 'friendly' sparring match. Nonlethal of course as I want you mollified, not dead. You can even decide whether this is weapons free or not, what do you say?"
He knew that Lum would disapprove of his methods here but he also knew that Arya was a fighter, and there were precious few ways he could come to terms with someone who's ethics were so different from his. A fair fight was the only middle ground where he knew for certain that they could come to anything remotely resembling an agreement.
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Arya Shieldheart
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 21
Physical Description: *Physical Description*
Arya stands at about 5'10, with an athletic build composed of lean yet strong muscle due to rigorous training in plate armor most of the time. Arya has pure white hair that tumbles down to just above the small of her back in flowing waves.
Her face holds soft features, which seem welcoming to any who look upon them. Her eyes, which are a ruby red color, always seem to hold a friendly, welcoming glint.
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Clothes and Equipment: *Clothes and Equipment*
In combat, Arya will almost always be wearing a high quality plate armor made of white plate accented in black. The armor was made to fit the user and is more form fitting than plate armor of a lower quality, which makes it hug her features a bit, while also allowing a freer range of movement. On top of this, the armor is also enchanted, which lends it additional strength in the form of various wards placed upon it. With the armor, Arya also usually has a dark navy blue cape that is enchanted to protect her from the elements that may affect a user wearing full plate normally.
Arya's sword, which she carries at all times, appears to be made out of pure gold and is ornately crafted, though in truth it is only golden in color. The blade seems to always gleam with holy energy. The source of the blade's holy energy seems to flow directly from Arya's soul, the blade and its wielder's soul linked by a powerful bond. The golden metal sword is so much a part of Arya that she can easily cast holy magic or light magic through it as she fights with it, and if one were to hold the blade, it would surrender everything of Arya's being to that person, including every memory, thought, and emotion she had ever experienced and is experiencing at the time. If the sword, which is nigh indestructible, is destroyed, however, Arya would die.
At other times, she wears more mundane clothing, though it typically consists of a cloak that is a dark navy blue, similar to her cape while she is wearing her armor that is also enchanted to protect it's wearer a bit. For the most part, she summons most of her equipment through the use of light magic, except for her sword.
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Registered: Jan 10, 2016 15:07:58 GMT -8
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Post by Arya Shieldheart on Jan 21, 2016 18:24:46 GMT -8
Arya turned on her heel, red eyes not wavering as Maelik spoke, she seemed slightly annoyed actually. She was not one for words at all, so they did little to change things, the scar however did somewhat effect her. Not in a good way however, as the mark seemed to be burned onto his skin. Some others she had known in her life were not as fortunate to escape with only slight burns. His talk of happiness seemed to tick her off somewhat though, and a scowl came over her face, for all she saw was a demon, who had already admitted to murdering paladins previously, now complaining to her about the lack of happiness in his life.
"The fact that you think you should be happy or find any happiness, after admitting to murder is sickening, and only reaffirms my initial thoughts about you." her voice was shaking slightly in anger, a calm anger however that could be felt quite easily in the tension of her voice, "I will never find happiness again, and I have accepted that, but I will not turn into a murderer, turn evil, to get back at the world for being so cruel. Even if it means being happy again. I bet even now you would kill me for threatening your precious happiness, if it did not mean ruining your chances with Lum'valia."
Arya let her words sink in for a bit as she contemplated his offer, before replying, he voice seemingly even again, her tone guarded, "Fine, I will fight you, with weapons." Without another word she would stride out into the clearing, her golden sword sliding out of its scabbard across her back and sending the sound of metal sliding on carved wood through the clearing for a moment.
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