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Post by Isra - The Free City on Nov 29, 2015 6:52:11 GMT -8
As the battle raged over a section of the vast countryside of Isra, news of the ongoing event travelled fast and civilians evacuated the surrounding area. Nearby patrols, in addition, went to all roads and pathways surrounding the battlefield in an attempt to stop any locals from venturing too close.
In the distance, messengers had been sent to the huge City of Isra.
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Ka of Gravlor
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Physical Description: Gravlor is a mighty dragon of a light blue, almost white, scale plates. His body naturally formed into an armor like structure. Neon ice blue lines and squares pulse on his wings, and under certain circumstances, all over his form. It has been many years since this Wraith form has revealed itself, more or less, himself to begin with.
414' in length
When standing on hind legs, 340'
Wingspan is 360'
Clothes and Equipment: Gravlor uses pure energy, and lots of it. Where others breathe fire and lightning, Gravlor releases a powerful beam of raw energy. Not to mention it's high defense of his dense scaling and his razor sharp claws and teeth.
Registered: Sept 5, 2015 18:42:21 GMT -8
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Post by Ka of Gravlor on Nov 29, 2015 16:22:21 GMT -8
And the attack was released. A massive ball of blue and white energy took formation that was visible to the dragons outside the cloud. A massive roar was let off and the dust cloud exploded. All that remained visible was Gravlor's body glowing.
His scaling was highly reflective, appearing like thousands of diamonds for scales. The blue markings on his body and wings were pulsing a neon blue that stood out from the reflective scales in the sun. His eyes were a solid blue color and glowed just like the markings.
Gravlor's mouth was wide open, summoning and focusing the energy directly in front of his face.The blase was as large as his head. The blue markings would let off an extremely bright pulse and Gravlor fully extended his wings before releasing the massive blast at Fundor. This blast screamed through the air, aiming for his mid body.
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Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui
Dedicated
The mountaintop guardian shadows his lands...
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 1023 Years
Physical Description: Size (At standing pose): Height: 39 feet at the shoulder, Length: 104 feet
Eye color: Yellowish-White
Scale color: Light Blue, reflects a dull White in direct light
Dragon Species: European Dragon
Dragon Type: Chromatic
Dragon Color: Blue
http://i.imgur.com/Ba7kzgX.jpg
As a storm dragon, his hide and flesh can generate an electric charge passively when threatened, much like an eel, and can naturally and instantly release it upon being touched by a foreign organism or object.
As a human he takes the appearance of a man in the age range of forties to fifties, averagely built besides being a few inches taller than the average Joe and dressed in clean leather armor and worn blue cloths.
Clothes and Equipment: Two small leather pouches tucked under wings
He owns his father's ancestral unique magical scale mail. It is enchanted to break on impact and the shards return his body and reform into a different piece of armor until it is struck, then it repeats the steps.
A set of personal shoulder pads forged by Brock the forge master. It focuses the passive electricity in his hide into a beam of magic energy which blasts away targets.
Weaponry: Claws, Breath Attack (Lightning), and Bite
Treasure Hoarding: Minimal, mainly gems sometimes gold.
While as a human, he wields a magical long-sword, not much is known about his weapon, as he rarely uses it.
Allegiances: Isra (Loosely)
Player's online availability : US Central Time, Weekends: 8 AM to 11 PM, Weekdays: 6 AM to 9 PM
Registered: Mar 24, 2015 12:41:54 GMT -8
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Post by Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui on Nov 29, 2015 16:46:05 GMT -8
Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui decided to stay attached longer than he probably should've, tearing out chunks of armor, scales and flesh as the temperature increased. Once he could smell his own scales burning did he decide to push off and gain as much distance as possible as Ka of Gravlor's attack came in. He took cover out of Fundor Eater of Sheep's melee range by using his force of impact as he landed to tear the grounds up and dig himself into his own personal trench. By this time, most of his lower body was black as ash or brown as the dirt. His scales no longer shined.
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Fundor Eater of Sheep
Committed
Mutton... human, what's the difference?
Roleplay posts: 67
Age: 2000 years
Physical Description: Dragon: A truly massive ancient red wyrm, Fundor's scales have darkened with age to take on a blood red hue. Atop his head he has two massive black horns, which are swept back towards his neck, along with many more black horns all along his spine and covering his back. These spikes are not only intimidating but they serve as protection for the back of his neck.
Length: 375 ft (114.3m)
Wingspan: 937 ft (286m)
Height: 83 ft (25m)
Mortal Forms: lol
Clothes and Equipment: Dragon: Don't need any equipment.
Registered: Nov 27, 2015 13:29:55 GMT -8
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Post by Fundor Eater of Sheep on Nov 29, 2015 18:46:37 GMT -8
The other smaller dragons scampered away now in the face of this new dragon's incoming attack just as he thought. Fundor did not have this option however, the rock plates upon his body made him quite immobile, but very resilient. Even still the power of the attack that was unleashed was very powerful. As the giant ball of energy flew towards the dragon he growled, gritting his huge teeth as he braced for impact. In the few seconds before the attack would hit Fundor would drain whatever last bit of energy in his surroundings into his powerful ward, and his armor gleamed red as bright as the ball of neon blue energy just moments before the impact happened.
For a moment the whole of the farmlands was bathed in a neon blue and red light as the ward and massive explosion impacted. Any who looked on would have but a few moments of complete serenity as they witnessed the huge explosion before the sound of the blast reached them as well as the shock-wave. The blast would be large enough to even be noticed from The Free City. Even bits of earth and other debris from the attack would go flying for miles. The shock-wave itself would be quite fatal to any creatures in the direct vicinity, even if they were outside the blast range.
In the moments after the explosion faded the winds would rush out of it's epicenter, where dirt, rock, gravel, dust, and ash filled the air. The cloud of debris obscured any vision to where the red dragon once stood. As the dust and debris settled however, the others would be able to catch a glimpse of his form.
A large crater had formed where the blast had landed, and it was soon revealed that the mighty red dragon's form was lying in the middle of it. Most of the rock armor had been stripped away by the blast where it hit him dead center in the chest, the plates were also missing all along his neck and lower face. He had huge burns along his chest in neck which seemed to ooze blood freely now. These were not the most worrying wounds however, as one looked closer they would be able to see one of the dragon's massive wings had also broken in the blast, and rested at an odd angle to his side.
Even so if one looked closely they could still see the rise and fall of Fundor's chest, he was still alive.
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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 Nov 29, 2015 19:04:39 GMT -8
Lum'Valia feels the impact of the Gavlors blast high above but this does not deter her. This entire thing had gone on long enough and she was going to end it with her most powerful holy spell. It was an exemplary display of light magic really was and as she finishes the last line she fly's into the middle of the design she has made a roars her voice a resounding knell of pure angelic beauty. "KOGROSO JOKAAR VOKRII!" The glowing sigil was 10 kilometers wide and it begins to spin as it spirals down toward the ground. When it hits the ground the effects are instantaneous every offensive spell is wiped away, all feelings of anger vanish and are replaced by divine love or at the very least a calmness, the ground begins to knit together again, and the wounds everyone incurred slowly begin to close. The lines of the sigil will shine brightly for a full day across the ground and eventually fade away. While a creature is within the bounds of the sigil they will be unable to cause harm directly or indirectly and no outside force can harm those within the sigil. Unfortunately you can still harm yourself and Lum'Valia had used all of her energy to stop the fight. Completely drained she lapses into unconsciousness and plummets toward the earth.
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Asaph, Dream Hunter
Committed
Roleplay posts: 82
Age: 700
Physical Description: A hybrid Orium and Blue dragon, about 20 meters long, 15 meters standing, and a 20 meter wingspan, mostly blue scales, but with a red underbelly and wings. He is covered in battle scars.
Clothes and Equipment: A gauntlet that gives resistance to the elements, and a ring on one of its horns that enhances its mana pool. An experimental set of armor to help him fight enemy dragons, a more recent addition.
Registered: Oct 25, 2015 11:40:24 GMT -8
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Post by Asaph, Dream Hunter on Nov 29, 2015 19:24:53 GMT -8
Asaph lets out a thundering roar as the shockwave reached him. Since he had the sense to back off earlier, he didn't need to use all of his mana to deflect the blast. A purple-tinted shield formed around him, his large head not even recoiling at the air blast, which flowed around him harmlessly like water.
Afterwards the massive sigil appeared. "Such a powerful spell. How could she... oh... duh."
Yes, one is capable of astonishing feats if they push themselves into unconsciousness. Asaph leaped into the air and rushed towards Lum'Valia. Unfortunately he overestimated his physical strength, his relatively thin frame straining to carry the creature who was slightly bigger than him. "Ok, easy, easy, EASY!" He, very clumsily, managed to get the bulk of her in his relatively thin forearms like an oversized piece of furniture.
"Grr, Zii do hah, frey dii mul!" He took some of his remaining mana and channeled it into psionic energy to aid his upper-body strength, and together they gracefully landed next to Jarkoopi.
Ugh, how embarrassing. He thought to himself.
He looked towards everyone else. "What incited this violence anyways? I must admit, I assumed the red dragon was seeking to end his life by challenging other dragons, as is typical of those in twilight. But he seemed far too powerful to be in decline. Also, nice melee moves, blue one. You remind me of my father." He grinned with admiration, feeling somewhat like the skinny nerd of the group.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 22, 2024 23:46:09 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2015 20:20:01 GMT -8
A hole opens in space, a gaping maw of blackness. From it, black rot begins to pour out at an ever increasing pace, interspersed with the occasional bone, or bit of more solid flesh.
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Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui
Dedicated
The mountaintop guardian shadows his lands...
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 1023 Years
Physical Description: Size (At standing pose): Height: 39 feet at the shoulder, Length: 104 feet
Eye color: Yellowish-White
Scale color: Light Blue, reflects a dull White in direct light
Dragon Species: European Dragon
Dragon Type: Chromatic
Dragon Color: Blue
http://i.imgur.com/Ba7kzgX.jpg
As a storm dragon, his hide and flesh can generate an electric charge passively when threatened, much like an eel, and can naturally and instantly release it upon being touched by a foreign organism or object.
As a human he takes the appearance of a man in the age range of forties to fifties, averagely built besides being a few inches taller than the average Joe and dressed in clean leather armor and worn blue cloths.
Clothes and Equipment: Two small leather pouches tucked under wings
He owns his father's ancestral unique magical scale mail. It is enchanted to break on impact and the shards return his body and reform into a different piece of armor until it is struck, then it repeats the steps.
A set of personal shoulder pads forged by Brock the forge master. It focuses the passive electricity in his hide into a beam of magic energy which blasts away targets.
Weaponry: Claws, Breath Attack (Lightning), and Bite
Treasure Hoarding: Minimal, mainly gems sometimes gold.
While as a human, he wields a magical long-sword, not much is known about his weapon, as he rarely uses it.
Allegiances: Isra (Loosely)
Player's online availability : US Central Time, Weekends: 8 AM to 11 PM, Weekdays: 6 AM to 9 PM
Registered: Mar 24, 2015 12:41:54 GMT -8
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Post by Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui on Nov 29, 2015 20:40:56 GMT -8
Out of physical energy and internally cooked, beaten, and thrown, Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui cannot do much besides lay there and breathe heavily as Asaph, Dream Hunter lands with Lum'Valia. "And great use of magic to you as well. Now, is she hurt or does she just need rest?" He panted and put his head down out in front of him. Blood began to stop oozing from his scarred underbelly, he was being healed from the Holy Dragon's massive spell.
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Asaph, Dream Hunter
Committed
Roleplay posts: 82
Age: 700
Physical Description: A hybrid Orium and Blue dragon, about 20 meters long, 15 meters standing, and a 20 meter wingspan, mostly blue scales, but with a red underbelly and wings. He is covered in battle scars.
Clothes and Equipment: A gauntlet that gives resistance to the elements, and a ring on one of its horns that enhances its mana pool. An experimental set of armor to help him fight enemy dragons, a more recent addition.
Registered: Oct 25, 2015 11:40:24 GMT -8
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Post by Asaph, Dream Hunter on Nov 29, 2015 21:00:51 GMT -8
Asaph lowered her head on Lum's body, feeling for a heartbeat. "I believe that spell pushed her past her limit. She is out cold. A formidable caster she is, but she will need rest." Asaph stretched his wings. He then suddenly remembered what he was doing before.
"Ah, blast, I was so obsessed with this battle I neglected my latest treasure!" He looked around to see if his sack of ancient texts survived by some miracle. The way he frantically searched around, sniffing and turning his head, made him seem oddly dog-like. "Ah, there we are!" His old sack was lying on the field. It was pretty badly singed, but magically enchanted to withstand the abuse of a possible ambushed. That's when he noticed... a thing.
"Uh, hello... thing." He kept his distance and circled it cautiously, trying not to look too threatening. "Are you... lost?"
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Fundor Eater of Sheep
Committed
Mutton... human, what's the difference?
Roleplay posts: 67
Age: 2000 years
Physical Description: Dragon: A truly massive ancient red wyrm, Fundor's scales have darkened with age to take on a blood red hue. Atop his head he has two massive black horns, which are swept back towards his neck, along with many more black horns all along his spine and covering his back. These spikes are not only intimidating but they serve as protection for the back of his neck.
Length: 375 ft (114.3m)
Wingspan: 937 ft (286m)
Height: 83 ft (25m)
Mortal Forms: lol
Clothes and Equipment: Dragon: Don't need any equipment.
Registered: Nov 27, 2015 13:29:55 GMT -8
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Post by Fundor Eater of Sheep on Nov 29, 2015 21:17:24 GMT -8
The large red dragon growled as he started to come to, his wounds were taking longer to heal than the others as they were much more extensive and therefore he was still in a state of unconciousness as well, not waking for now as the bones in his wing began to straighten themselves and mend. It seemed he would soon wake however.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 22, 2024 23:46:09 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2015 21:36:30 GMT -8
sludge continues to pour forth. At this point, a few arms are forming, each almost two feet in diameter. It gurgles, and starts to drag itself toward Asaph.
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Asaph, Dream Hunter
Committed
Roleplay posts: 82
Age: 700
Physical Description: A hybrid Orium and Blue dragon, about 20 meters long, 15 meters standing, and a 20 meter wingspan, mostly blue scales, but with a red underbelly and wings. He is covered in battle scars.
Clothes and Equipment: A gauntlet that gives resistance to the elements, and a ring on one of its horns that enhances its mana pool. An experimental set of armor to help him fight enemy dragons, a more recent addition.
Registered: Oct 25, 2015 11:40:24 GMT -8
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Post by Asaph, Dream Hunter on Nov 29, 2015 22:00:40 GMT -8
Asaph stares at the thing awkwardly... and it took a lot to make a dragon behave awkwardly.
"Well, as long as the holy one's sigil is in place, none of us can harm each other so..."
Asaph flapped his wings and withdrew back to Jarkoopi, sack in hand. He was some distance away from the thing now.
Typically telepathic communication was reserved for between dragons, but he figured it might be worth a shot. "Umm, are you lost... friend?"
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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 Nov 30, 2015 7:16:23 GMT -8
Lum'Valias eyes open and she get wearily to her feet looking around she says her voice tired but no less lovely.
"Oh good everyone stopped fightning. What happened to the farmers?"
Searching around she sees the humans sitting huddled together still stunned by what had happened. Her spell was setting their minds to rest but still it was all a bit much for them they had lost everything afterall.
"The poor dears."
Lum'Valia says dreamily and she ambles over to them stiffly. She speaks soothing words to them and before long they seem to recover. Once they are at ease she pulls a single scale from her hide and hands it to the father. She explains thay the scale is quite valuable even more so than normal dragon scales. The scales of a holy dragon have natural resoritive properties and purifying properties as well as providing protection against evil.
"That should get you enough gold to rebuild."
She finishes serenly before turning her attention to the other dragons.
"Who caught me?"
She asks and then she spots the portal.
"And why is their a mound of dead flesh spilling out of a portal?"
She blinks at this and then remembers that she had seen a silver dragon with her children during the battle.
"Oh no."
She thinks when she sees no sign of them.
"I need to find them see if they are okay."
Is her next thought. She tries to take flight but finds she can only get a few feet off the ground before exhaustion pulls her down. She was terribly hungry and all the cows were burnt to ash this was turning into a very bad day for the dragoness.
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Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui
Dedicated
The mountaintop guardian shadows his lands...
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 1023 Years
Physical Description: Size (At standing pose): Height: 39 feet at the shoulder, Length: 104 feet
Eye color: Yellowish-White
Scale color: Light Blue, reflects a dull White in direct light
Dragon Species: European Dragon
Dragon Type: Chromatic
Dragon Color: Blue
http://i.imgur.com/Ba7kzgX.jpg
As a storm dragon, his hide and flesh can generate an electric charge passively when threatened, much like an eel, and can naturally and instantly release it upon being touched by a foreign organism or object.
As a human he takes the appearance of a man in the age range of forties to fifties, averagely built besides being a few inches taller than the average Joe and dressed in clean leather armor and worn blue cloths.
Clothes and Equipment: Two small leather pouches tucked under wings
He owns his father's ancestral unique magical scale mail. It is enchanted to break on impact and the shards return his body and reform into a different piece of armor until it is struck, then it repeats the steps.
A set of personal shoulder pads forged by Brock the forge master. It focuses the passive electricity in his hide into a beam of magic energy which blasts away targets.
Weaponry: Claws, Breath Attack (Lightning), and Bite
Treasure Hoarding: Minimal, mainly gems sometimes gold.
While as a human, he wields a magical long-sword, not much is known about his weapon, as he rarely uses it.
Allegiances: Isra (Loosely)
Player's online availability : US Central Time, Weekends: 8 AM to 11 PM, Weekdays: 6 AM to 9 PM
Registered: Mar 24, 2015 12:41:54 GMT -8
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Post by Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui on Nov 30, 2015 10:01:08 GMT -8
He acknowledged hearing Asaph, Dream Hunter's words. One did not need to die over something as small as such a meal and territory dispute. When he began to notice @lewis and saw Lum'Valia had awoken, worrying about, he decided raise himself back into a standing pose and move to Lum'Valia's side. "I can go find the mother and her children, if it keeps you from straining yourself further. You've done plenty." Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui tried to get her calmed down then turned his attention to the organic blob. "What in the spirit's name is that? It is an abomination, it must be destroyed." He growled deeply, he didn't want another fight to erupt when it was at full strength.
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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 Nov 30, 2015 10:29:11 GMT -8
Lum'Valia blinks dazeidly when Jarkoopi speaks to her her thoughts scattering like gossamer in the wind. Had she been thinking out loud? Who was this dragon? Where did the babies go? What was spilling out of the portal? She was so hungry. These and a hundred other thoughts swirl through her head and she stares at Jarkoopi stupified for a long moment as she gathers them into something semi coherent.
"You are the dragon who jumped in to assist me first, yes? You have my thanks I am Lum'Valia if you ever need anything of me you have but to ask it. May I know your name?"
It is clear that she did not register what Jarkoopi said previously and by the way she is swaying on her feet it is equally clear she should be resting. It was a testament to both her character and will power that she was standing and concerned only with the well being of others.
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Asaph, Dream Hunter
Committed
Roleplay posts: 82
Age: 700
Physical Description: A hybrid Orium and Blue dragon, about 20 meters long, 15 meters standing, and a 20 meter wingspan, mostly blue scales, but with a red underbelly and wings. He is covered in battle scars.
Clothes and Equipment: A gauntlet that gives resistance to the elements, and a ring on one of its horns that enhances its mana pool. An experimental set of armor to help him fight enemy dragons, a more recent addition.
Registered: Oct 25, 2015 11:40:24 GMT -8
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Post by Asaph, Dream Hunter on Nov 30, 2015 15:04:09 GMT -8
"I was the one that caught you. My name is Asaph. There are those who call me dream hunter because of my tendency to wander the world for historical items." He held up the bag proudly. "Both of you are admirable fighters. I wouldn't mind a friendly sparring match with either of you."
He turned to the flesh monster. "The creature seems unable to communicate. It has said nothing. I think it would be hasty to try to slay it, and thanks to Lum's circle it should be incapable of harming us, right?" He sniffed the air, sensing necrotic flesh. "It may be an undead abomination, but it could also be... something cursed, and therefore in dire need of assistance."
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 22, 2024 23:46:09 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2015 15:14:58 GMT -8
The sludge is, at this point, almost thirty meters long. It continues to expand in size, at this point beginning to shamble forward on mismatched legs. It spreads three wings, one of which is little more than a stump, and begins to charge the dragons.
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Asaph, Dream Hunter
Committed
Roleplay posts: 82
Age: 700
Physical Description: A hybrid Orium and Blue dragon, about 20 meters long, 15 meters standing, and a 20 meter wingspan, mostly blue scales, but with a red underbelly and wings. He is covered in battle scars.
Clothes and Equipment: A gauntlet that gives resistance to the elements, and a ring on one of its horns that enhances its mana pool. An experimental set of armor to help him fight enemy dragons, a more recent addition.
Registered: Oct 25, 2015 11:40:24 GMT -8
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Post by Asaph, Dream Hunter on Nov 30, 2015 16:06:55 GMT -8
"Then again I could be wrong!" Asaph, still having some strength left, got in front of the party and attempted to unleash his fire breath at the abomination. However, thanks to Lum's sigil, the flame breath would fail to cause any harm. Instead a magical barrier would immediate erupt around the creature and protect it, and also prevent it from moving, leading to an odd standstill. However, this gave Asaph an idea.
"Gravlor!" He telepathically called out. "My breath keeps the creature contained. We need your help. Grab the barrier itself and throw it out of the sigil, then use your mighty breath to slay this foul beast!"
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Fundor Eater of Sheep
Committed
Mutton... human, what's the difference?
Roleplay posts: 67
Age: 2000 years
Physical Description: Dragon: A truly massive ancient red wyrm, Fundor's scales have darkened with age to take on a blood red hue. Atop his head he has two massive black horns, which are swept back towards his neck, along with many more black horns all along his spine and covering his back. These spikes are not only intimidating but they serve as protection for the back of his neck.
Length: 375 ft (114.3m)
Wingspan: 937 ft (286m)
Height: 83 ft (25m)
Mortal Forms: lol
Clothes and Equipment: Dragon: Don't need any equipment.
Registered: Nov 27, 2015 13:29:55 GMT -8
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Post by Fundor Eater of Sheep on Nov 30, 2015 16:13:04 GMT -8
Fundor awakens just then, his massive form rising from the ground like a giant blood red hill. He would of growled just in that moment, but he seemed to feel no anger. Even with his recent defeat he did not feel any anger or bad feelings towards the other dragons, he only saw the positives. The younglings DID show quite a bit of skill during their fight, and the other dragon's attack was the most powerful he had seen. Fundor could respect things such as strength and skill.
He soon spots the mass of undead flesh however, which was quickly closing in on the other dragons he had been fighting. When he heard of Asaph's plan however he growled, the anger was too much for even the spell to contain. That other dragon was a coward in Fundor's eyes. For the whole fight he stood by charging his attack while the others fought him bitterly the whole way. It was no true victory, but a cheap tactic. If Fundor was fighting Gravlor only he would have never let him charge an attack like that to such an extent.
For this reason, he sprung into action, not giving Gravlor the chance to act first. "I will carry it." he said, his telepathic voice booming as his giant form flew over. As his huge claws wrapped around the form of Lewis the barrier protecting it would shimmer but hold, containing all the fluids and other parts that made up its body while making it's attacks on Fundor useless. As easily as one of the smaller dragons would lift a cow, Fundor would take off with the 30 meter form of amorphous flesh and start flying towards the edge of the sigil.
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Asaph, Dream Hunter
Committed
Roleplay posts: 82
Age: 700
Physical Description: A hybrid Orium and Blue dragon, about 20 meters long, 15 meters standing, and a 20 meter wingspan, mostly blue scales, but with a red underbelly and wings. He is covered in battle scars.
Clothes and Equipment: A gauntlet that gives resistance to the elements, and a ring on one of its horns that enhances its mana pool. An experimental set of armor to help him fight enemy dragons, a more recent addition.
Registered: Oct 25, 2015 11:40:24 GMT -8
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Post by Asaph, Dream Hunter on Nov 30, 2015 16:43:37 GMT -8
Asaph flies up with Fundor to maintain the barrier by continuing to breath fire on Lewis. "Sorry if I singe your fingers," he would say telepathically.
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