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 22, 2016 13:14:21 GMT -8
"A duel?! Excellent entertainment for the great Doobie. Dinner and a show! Keekeekee, a fortunate night for a Stand Master!" Doobie would spectate the fight and for a short time try to secure some of Arya's share of food before Jun of the Celadine could snatch too much from him. He would say some words to the holy dragon Lum'Valia on his thoughts of fighting. "I can feel your frustration, kin, I feel it good, this feeling I'm feeling. Hm-hm. You are frustrated and disappointed, much like my mother when my many siblings would brawl over a petty disagreement. Do not fret though, it will do them well to blow off steam from exchanging blows. I've seen bitter rivals become great friends after a fierce fist fight. I believe in this, Hm." After pretending to be a wise sage, the Kobold would then return his attention to the fight. |
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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 22, 2016 13:23:46 GMT -8
Lum shifts slightly at Doobies words, but does not look up, her response is tinged with bitterness.
"If that happens, I would never be more pleased to be proven wrong."
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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 22, 2016 14:12:49 GMT -8
Arya's enchantment was complete at this point and now her speed and reflexes would seem to Maelik to be greater than before as he swung his gigantic sword at her. The Paladin ducked low to the ground this time, the massive blade swinging over her head before she followed up, closing the distance now as she ran along the length of his left arm and slashed her sword at his torso just underneath his left armpit.
As Arya slashed downwards, she would enter a lower guard as she attempted to then dash back out of Maelik's range while circling around behind him. She did this to hopefully get out of his eye-shot for a moment, and the low guard served to protect her from attacks from his tail. One of the seven rubies on her sword seemed to grow dull now, it seemed its power had been all but drained completely to cast the enchantment that gave Arya the speed to complete this maneuver.
Another one of the seven rubies seemed to glow brighter now as Arya channeled magic from it, this time Maelik would be able to notice something, the unmistakable presence of holy magic being channeled for an attack. Arya would also continue her taunting,
"You are going to have to be quicker than that to hit me." she quipped.
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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 22, 2016 14:42:16 GMT -8
The Lord of Wrath had anticipated Arya's speed this time and while he knew he couldn't get any semblance of a defense up quick enough when she was so close he did have the time to shuffle a wee bit back so that her sword's bite was just a little less vicious. As her sword slipped past one of the seams in his armor and sliced into vulnerable armpit it would cut open a two inch wound before he hopped back, his thick black blood hissing in objection as it stained her sword. By the time she had scooted back out of his range the veins in his arms were bulging and his spinning sword was practically slicing the air itself.
He was about to turn about and blast her with a sizable gout of his demonic fire but he just barely kept the presence of mind to stop himself, instead he channeled his built up power into a less destructive tool.
"Speed won't be an issue soon enough and while congratulations are in order for getting first blood, I have a secret for you..." It was then that he released his spell and as spoke the final words of his sentence a great billowing darkness quickly ushered forth from his maw. It's suffocating blackness snuffing out the moonlight and sending the area within seventy or so feet around him into complete darkness.
"... Last blood counts for more," his unnaturally deep voice threatened, echoing endlessly in the lightless void as he shifted about in the black, making sure that she would have incredible difficulty in trying to pinpoint his actual location.
The demon didn't immediately attack however, rather Arya would hear the ever looming humming sound of his right handed blade spinning about in its deadly dance emanating from everywhere at once. And while the sound itself was frightening enough Arya would surely realize how dire the implications of this truly were.
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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 22, 2016 15:21:58 GMT -8
The more Jun breathed in, the more her thoughts and personality would change. Stand firm. Resolve yourself. Don't give in to anyone or anything. Her foot muscles squirmed and twisted against her armor towards the ground. She could feel a strong connection with the rock and dirt beneath her. And thanks to Fundor's training, she became hyper alert to the energy not just with her, but around her. She almost felt like she was communing with the earth.
Help me protect my friends.
She tried to remain inconspicuous, but the mana levels in her body were beginning to spike. One might even notice a faint verdant glow in her eyes.
She continued to monitor the two combatants, still hoping she wouldn't need to interfere.
Despite the darkness, her ward let her see at least where the position of the combatants was.
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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 22, 2016 15:24:43 GMT -8
Arya cursed softly to herself as she took in her predicament. The entire area was in complete darkness, and it seemed that the spell also effected sounds as she could not pinpoint the location of the crackling lightning blade that spun in his right hand. Obviously, the holy energy she had already gathered would not be effective at hitting a target she could not see, and she knew he would not let her have enough time to cast light magics to attempt to light up her surroundings.
Concentrating intensely, she cast a different sort of holy spell than she had intended creating a barrier of crackling flames of holy energy in a circle surrounding her. The area of the holy flame barrier had a radius of about twenty feet, and was able to provide light against the darkness within the circle and about five feet outside of it's bounds. The spell took all the energy left in the second ruby gem however, and that one too seemed to dull and not glow anymore along with the last.
Arya stood in the middle of the circle now, her eyes scanning the lightened up area she had created within the black void, ready to act at a moments notice. At the same time she tapped into two more of the ruby gems, channeling light magic with one in hopes of lighting up the entire field, but if Maelik was able to detect her magic with at least some accuracy he would be able to tell holy energy was also being charged, and was surrounding her golden blade in an aura of it to make her attacks more effective.
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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 22, 2016 15:53:53 GMT -8
Maelik would be hiding in what remained of his darkness, his voice ominously still echoing about although not to the extent that it was before.
"Oh poor poor paladin, are we starting to panic? You staved off the dark for now but sooner or later I will get to you..."
"And you'll be mine."
Suddenly one of his swords burst from the darkness directly above Arya, it's evil edge shooting down with the speed of an arrow as it made it rocketed towards the paladin's prominent arm, the sheer velocity and weight of the weapon making it roar like thunder as the lighting hungrily sought out a conductor.
Almost immediately afterwards Maelik himself slipped through the void, he had no intention of allowing the holy warrior to make use of her weapon's strange capabilities and wanted to press the advantage of surprise he hoped his thrown weapon would create. Like a falcon he dove into the circle and after nose diving towards the ground he leveled out with a slightly sloped ninety degree turn to make an aerial charge at her with his spinning sword.
All the while his tail acted merely as a rudder, although if one were to look closely they would see it was curled around a clump of something, although between the chaotic situation and the constant movement it may be a bit hard to make out.
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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 22, 2016 20:09:48 GMT -8
Arya's eyes narrowed as she tried to determine from where in the dark he could emerge from. She was quite alert and ready to respond to any attack that might be launched at her from the dark, but the dark blade emerging from above her head was a surprise. Even with her enhanced reaction time and speed it was a narrow miss. The speed with which Arya moved to get out of the blade was inhuman, and if she did not previously cast the enchantment that allowed her movements she would have probably been cut in half from the top of her head to her groin.
Despite dodging the main attack however, the lightning still was dangerous, forcing Arya to use her gathered light magic to cast a protective ward and move away from the blade lest she get electrocuted. Hearing the sound of Maelik's wings Arya moved with an urgency towards the edge of the circle of holy flames, her enhanced speed allowing her to do so. She would reach the wall of holy energy before turning, ready to defend against Maelik's attack. If he did continue his attack, she would let loose a blast of holy energy to meet him, and his momentum would carry him into the wall of holy fire behind Arya.
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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 23, 2016 3:29:32 GMT -8
The demon's disappointment at his sword's failure to pierce her was not only palpable, it was practically alive. The very air around him seemed to writhe and whisper death threats with a breathless malice, but they were very much so drowned out by Maelik's roars of frustration.
He saw Arya retreat back towards the holy flame barrier and despite his almost overwhelming urge to follow through and risk a frontal assault he knew that with Arya's potential to cast holy magic it would be better to play it safe and bide his time. So as he shot by he retrieved his sword from the ground with a mighty yank, using it as a jarring pivot to turn him about. Once he corrected his course he flew back up into the inky void, his wing beats immediately multiplying once more to give off the impression they came from every which way.
"Quick on your feet aren't you? I wonder how many you can dodge before I peg you like a bug to a stump? Or maybe we'll try something a bit more interesting..."
Anyone with any ability to sense magic would be able to feel the effects of Maelik's next spell gathering in the core of his being. And if they chose to study it in more detail it would feel as if some horrid force was biting at the very edge of their soul but never quite reaching it. As if the cold grasp of the grave was calling out to them, its paralyzing grip doing its best to reach into their hearts.
For Jun, Doobie or any of the others outside of whatever remained of the black sphere it would be rather easy to see the demon flapping well above, channeling a decidedly less than friendly spell through his being. It manifested as a semi transparent skull of smoke around him, its exposed teeth already gnashing away with abandon, and with each passing second it grew more and more corporeal and foreboding.
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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 23, 2016 14:43:29 GMT -8
Once Maelik flies back up into the dark void he had created, Arya grits her teeth. This demon was stronger than she had anticipated, and undoubtedly he had retreated to prepare an even more powerful attack. Arya decided then she would have to meet his next move with her own attack. Moving a couple of steps away from the holy fire barrier, the paladin would take a knee, her golden sword piercing the ground as she closed her eyes in concentration, her head seemed to be bowed slightly in prayer.
Thankfully he had been deterred enough for Arya to not have to use her already gathered holy energy in an attack to deter him away, but still, this energy would not be enough, not now. Even now two more ruby gems dulled, out of power leaving Arya with only three of the gems left. Two of the size she had been using and the crown jewel of the blade, much larger than the other gems. Even without her tapping into the gem's power, the largest gem's energy could be felt in the air as she fought, like a massive torrent held back by only the thinnest of dams. Arya did not draw from this gem yet however, using the remaining two smaller gems she had and drawing every bit of power in them into her form.
Immediately the holy aura about Arya seemed to grow stronger and stronger by the moment, until she was glowing with holy energy in her knelt form, the mere presence of the holy energy within her already pushing back the darkness, and she had not drained the gems completely yet. Even as the malevolence of Maelik's magic gnawed at the edge of one's soul and chilled their bones with the dark foreboding presence of death, the holy energy of Arya's own power fought back, a purifying force that would burn all evil without prejudice. As the holy magic within Arya grew even more, the ground beneath her would come alight, forming an intricate maze of runes that glowed in defiance of the darkness around her. These runes would then be consumed by holy flames, as her form seemed to become engulfed by them as well, the flames arising from her sword and spreading as the energy began to escape a bit.
When the presence of holy energy would seem to be almost completely overwhelming the darkness, and a large portion of the darkness seemed to be fought back, the flames would begin to die down, and Arya's form could be seen standing up. The girl's movements seemed slow as she stood up, as if the whole ordeal was becoming a drag, boring even. As the holy flames cleared and one could get a better look at Arya's form her very armor seemed to be alight in a holy glow much as the runes that surrounded her on the ground had glowed. Her sword also seemed to be alight in the same holy light, small flickering flames popping up along it's edges occasionally. Just then, Arya's eyes opened and the holy energy in the area could be felt growing by a few degrees. Her red irises were completely gone, replaced by the same bright holy light, a bright piercing gaze that seemed to look right through anything it regarded.
Arya's purifying gaze would fixate itself on Maelik then, her sword lowered at her side and her form seemed completely open to attack, but it didn't matter, "The time for games is over," she chided, "Show me what you truly can do, if you have anything else left." The last two of the smaller rubies dulled then as Arya began her attack, launching a blast of holy energy with a lazy swipe of her sword. The bolt of energy, Maelik would find would be somewhat harder to dodge than her previous attacks as it would home in on him. The spell would explode upon impact with Maelik in a blast of holy energy, and if he dodged the attack he would find that it would swing around for another pass to try and hit 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 Jan 23, 2016 15:45:48 GMT -8
Jun began to sweat when she felt Maelik's horrible spell charging. She was familiar with dark energy, but what he was building up was tangibly malicious. She feared the attack could very well be lethal. Arya's spell was no better. She couldn't even begin to understand how light of all things could also feel malicious, but Arya's spell obviously had massive destructive potential.
Before either spell could finish charging, Jun would decide she'd had enough. After several breaths and many seconds of charging, a verdant aura erupted from her skin and engulfed her armor. The green energy was earth energy. Jun's physical steadfastness and mental stubbornness increased drastically. The air around her whirled. Her hair was practically blowing itself upright. Her rig was crackling with bolts of mana and there was a high pitched, unearthly screech emanating from her body. "ENOUGH!" She cried. She rapidly swung her hands downward. A luminescent, flame-like gush of energy appeared in the air between Arya and Maelik and bored its way into the ground. A split second later Jun swung her arms back up.
An enormous block of solid stone, about 20 meters high, 2 meters thick, and 40 meters wide would erupt from the ground right in between Arya and Maelik. The dark grey mass would rip the earth apart as it traveled, causing anyone too close to the wall to lose balance at the tremulous ground. It would be unlikely either Maelik's or Arya's spells could penetrate the wall.
Not that Jun was done. The energy going into the creation of that wall had been expended, but Jun still had plenty of mana left. She stomped towards the two combatants. The verdant aura was gone, but her gauntlet and chains were still still crackling and giving off sparks. "What happened to a friendly fist fight huh?! What happened to just letting off some steam?! Because both of those spells looked pretty fucking lethal to me!" She scolded.
She was livid, but somewhere in the back of her mind Jun was amused that she was the shortest person there besides Doobie.
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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 23, 2016 15:56:50 GMT -8
A blast of wind comes from over head, and Lum in her draconic form settles atop Jun's pillar. Then in a flash of light she returns to her angelic form. She intensifies the strength of her aura, attempting to drive the storm of negative energy away with her divine love. In the corner of her silver eyes tears have formed, they flow freely down her face. Her voice resounds across the forest, an angelic choir singing a dirge, beautiful, but filled with sorrow.
"I agree, this has gone far enough."
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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 23, 2016 17:35:07 GMT -8
Maelik's skull started to screech with an unearthly wail, tendrils of unholy energy flailing about as they erupted from its eye sockets. The demon looked upon the power that Arya had amassed and was surprised to see that she held it firmly under her control. Only a handful of the other paladin's he faced off against could have hoped to pull off such a feat and each one of them left their mark on him before he eventually slew them.
Despite his desire to see her blood spilled on the ground he had to accept the fact that he respected Arya's abilities and resolve. He found that he liked her spirit.
But even so, he was not about to back down and when he fully materialized his skull spell he immediately threw it. However, just as soon as it left his hand Jun's stone wall thrust itself up into its path. Maelik's spell, while indeed powerful could not hope to stand up to the solidness of Jun's creation, especially when his spell wasn't one of the destructive persuasion.
The demon snarled and rounded on the mage, shaking his fist down at her like a curmudgeonly old man.
"Hey! What's the meaning of this interruption!?" He was about to really lay it into Jun, having an entire rant lined up to chew her out with. But he was taken aback by her sudden ferocity and language, and the shock of it seemed to have a mollifying effect on him as his head seemed to recoil from her berating, and his voice showed it clearly.
"Well... I'll have you know that mine was most not intended to kill anything, just sap away some of her spirit, maybe paralyze her limbs a wee bit so I could beat her to within an in- I mean, end the fight."
He meant to further explain how his spell operated and how he first devised it but after Lum landed down on the rock pillar he fell silent. His ire was doused in an instant upon feeling her sincerity and seeing her distress. He tried to form words to comfort her but they couldn't make it past the lump in his throat. He could clearly see that he hurt her, if not in the physical sense then certainly in the emotional sense, and to him that was worse than death.
His tried to raise his hand to wipe away her tears but couldn't bear to bring himself to even touch her. He let his pride and anger rule him and even tried to get her and all her pureness to condone his actions. It was not only deplorable, it was insidious and he could hardy believe that he had done such a thing. But the issue lay in that he did do it and that he'd done it many times before, and if he let things remain the way they were he'd do it again.
Whatever lust for battle he had was gone, as was his wrath and even his sense of being. It was all lost in her shining eyes, his soul torn asunder like water upon rocks.
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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 23, 2016 18:46:54 GMT -8
Arya's spell collided with the wall of stone, also doing little damage compared to the energy used to cast it. Holy spells were meant to cause the most destruction to creatures of evil, yet still a large shower of rocks and pebbles exploded off the side of Jun's creation as the projectile ran into it. Arya would have wondered how Maelik would have been able to cast such a spell to defend himself, the power of it was beyond anything he had shown yet, but of course Jun's loud yell preceded the spell.
The energy Arya had gathered seemed to dissipate as quickly as she gathered it, disappearing like smoke in the wind as her eyes darkened back to their previous ruby hues and her armor again grew dull. Her sword also seemed to lose it's radiance altogether. Even the presence of the massive power still left in the crown jewel of her blade seemed to disappear as she calmed down somewhat. Arya seemed pretty ticked off at having the fight stopped, her scowl having returned now as she listened to Jun's angry words.
Upon seeing Lum'valia now however, when she wasn't completely consumed by her anger towards Maelik, did effect her. Her tears, the sadness Arya felt in her aura struck her right in the heart. She was a paladin, meant to represent only the goodness within all and protect those who needed it as a holy warrior, not use it selfishly as she did. Even Jun, who was not even a paladin upheld the values that Arya should have as a paladin better than her, she was utterly ashamed, she was useless. What good was a paladin that let her emotions control her so easily, to let her anger, her fear, her hate get the better of her so easily. Perhaps she should have burned with everyone else, why was she fated to live on, as such a miserable creature?
Arya remained silent, hanging her head now as she sheathed her sword.
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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 23, 2016 19:35:51 GMT -8
Jun breathed a sigh of relief. "Honestly... I'd call it a draw. If both your spells connected you'd both be in a world of hurt. Trust me, I know. I was watching the whole thing with the help of a ward."
Jun walked up to Maelik. "Speaking of which..." Jun waved at Maelik's face comically. "Hey, is anyone in there? Yoohoo, 'ello?" She focused a wide open eye ball deep into where she sensed the scrying spell. "If you're watching this, Hi! It's ok. Fight's over. Maelik's fine."
Not really expecting a response, Jun shrugged. "Hey, your fight was entertaining. And you're both really strong. I say you both shake hands so we can get back to dinner."
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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 23, 2016 19:57:05 GMT -8
Lum'Valia wipes the tears from her face, and says sheepishly.
"Uhm actually Jun, I may have eaten what was left of dinner. Sorry."
She approaches Maelik first, laying a hand on his chest and using light magic to mend the gash he received. Her eyes are still a bit red and puffy from her tears, but her voice is steady as she speaks.
"Well at least you seem to feel bad for what you did, that's a start. It would have been better if you had listened to me from the beginning, but baby steps I suppose. You had me so upset I didn't even taste what you made! You will just have to cook me another dinner, when I get back."
She gives Maelik a radiant smile, and a quick hug, before walking over to Arya. The young paladin receives a hug, and the dragoness says holding the girl.
"I would tell you not to be ashamed, but it is good that you are. You know you did something wrong, and you regret it. That is shame, and it is the first step to improving yourself. I can tell already, conquering your pride is what will allow to master holy magic. "
She lets the girl go, and smiles at everyone.
"I am sorry, I shouldn't have been as upset with you two as I was. I am very glad you stopped fighting though. Now even if you can't be friends, I hope you two can part on at least somewhat amicable terms."
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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 23, 2016 20:35:47 GMT -8
"Not to worry! Doobie got his fill!" Doobie would pat his full belly and grin at Lum'Valia. "I enjoyed myself!"
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The Starlight Dawn
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 116
Physical Description: This account represents the non player characters and establishments of The Midnight Sun/Starlight Dawn, all of its subsidiaries, child companies and partner organizations.
Registered: Nov 10, 2015 5:08:38 GMT -8
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Post by The Starlight Dawn on Jan 23, 2016 22:49:55 GMT -8
After having another good look around and examining each figure in turn once again, the slight glow fades from Maelik’s eye, and the spell ceases active operation.
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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 24, 2016 2:11:31 GMT -8
Maelik smiled weakly at Jun's joking demeanor and only just then realizing that the Midnight Crew were watching the proceedings of the fight he subconsciously covered it with his hand. However when Lum approached him he turned his head away, even if the dragoness' altruism allowed her to forgive him he wasn't able to forgive himself. Even her hug did little to brighten his mood, his crimson eyes still looking down at his feet.
How many skulls has he stomped on with those very same feet? How many times did they hold someone in place while he slowly drove his blade into their gut? How often have they pinned down the enemy as he watched the light fade from their eyes with a smile?
He returned Lum's hug and gave her an empty smile before she flitted away to Arya, the foe that he had every intention of maiming and making suffer for her opposition. She was right about him, he was a heartless monster and even if he could lie to others he would never be able to convince himself.
After a moment of staring past her and into the shadowed forest he stirred himself into moving over to her. Just as Jun requested he offered her his clawed hand, his gauntlet removed as a sign of respect.
"You have more promise than I would have expected from one so young," he said in a quiet, subdued tone. "Your reflexes are excellent and your adaptability and cunning were impressive. You used what strengths you had and avoided playing into my hands, and I must say your last attack was something to behold. The power behind it would have put quite the dent in me, I may have even lost a limb or two if I took it head on."
He'd close his eyes and bow to her then, sweeping his helmet off his head in the process. "You have my respect little girl, well fought."
Assuming she accepts his handshake he'd make a lackluster motion for everyone to pile in so that he could fire up a second helping for everyone, and thankfully that seemed to afford him at least a small genuine smile.
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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 24, 2016 15:08:12 GMT -8
A dark storm cloud seemed to be coming over Arya's demeanor already by the time Lum'valia approached her, she seemed almost on the verge of tears at how much of a disappointment she had been. Lum'valia had just met her and already she had done this, she thought Lum'valia would never be able to forgive her, and thus Arya would never be able to forgive herself.
It only took one simple gesture from Lum'valia to bring Arya back from the brink, one simple touch as the dragoness gave her a hug and forgave her. Arya seemed stunned, her watery eyes seemed to widen a bit, but she had just enough presence of mind to return the hug timidly. Overall Arya seemed to be an emotional mess at the moment, going from pure anger to despair to relief and hope in a matter of minutes.
Wiping her eyes a bit before any tears fell, "I'm sorry Lummie I should of listened to you..." she said quietly. When Maelik approached she did accept his handshake, but otherwise did not seem to be very talkative, only offering a few words in return,
"Thank you, I'm sorry if I offended you before." Arya said. She would then follow the others back to the gazebo once Maelik motioned for them to follow him. Overall, she did not know what to think of Maelik right now. She did respect his power, but she still didn't know him all too well, but she would give him a chance now at the least, just like Lum'valia had; She would give him a chance to change.
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