Varan Hordes
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Roleplay posts: 3 
Registered: Dec 10, 2015 13:47:54 GMT -8
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Post by Varan Hordes on Dec 19, 2015 6:09:07 GMT -8
Some Varan refugees arrive in the farmlands, looking for food to eat and seeds to acquire. They tried to leave something, however. Where once a carrot great, or an apply upon a tree hung, the Varan left swords, helmets, armor, and shields scattered across the farmlands. It was all they had to give, despite not asking the farmers first.
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Healer Julane Gael
Committed
Roleplay posts: 58 
Age: 27
Physical Description: Healer Julane is a tall, slender woman with soft glacial blue inquisitive eyes and long, silky smooth white hair, falling straight down to about halfway down her back, prim and well taken care of. Her eyebrows are almost always slightly furrowed, and her soft pink lips always turned up into a smile, giving her a gentle, kindly face, despite its slender and otherwise sharp features. Her figure is slim and somewhat muted, with a rather unimpressive bust and legs meant less for outdoorsy physical activity and more for long strides across a library. Her fingers are long and slender, like a pianist's, and although they tend to be utilised more for flipping pages and casting spells, she does "dabble" in the citole, as she puts it, though in reality she's a very proficient musician. Her voice is soft, clear, and crisp, wonderfully suited for calming down patients or ordering nurses around without so much as a raised tone.
Clothes and Equipment: ===========================================
Healer Julane is almost always dressed in her white, plain and yet elegant flowing silken robes, the upper half of which is split to show a long tract of flesh down the centre of her torso, the reason behind this stated to be to disarm patients upon the battlefield by showing them that she is unarmed and not an enemy, although it has the side-effect of looking somewhat unnecessarily immodest. The lower half, however, is slightly thicker, the skirt overlapping on itself once in the front, falling down to right below her ankles to cover her booted feet without making her trip over herself.
She almost always wears a storage belt with phials and small satchels hanging off of it, making a musical clinking as she walks along. A small, ornate and yet primitive round charm with two eagle feathers hanging from leather cords is always on her person, usually latched to her belt, and she has been known to risk her own life to retrieve it if lost. No one knows the purpose of the object, but all know it is sacred to her.
Unlike her mentor, Andraste, Julane doesn't carry about a hefty tome full of spells. Instead, she carries about a compact booklet full of all the incantations, evocations, and charms a healer must know in order to be proficient. In addition to this, her staff is made of solid redwood, straight and well-carved with swirling Elven runes etched into its length, the tip widening and spiralling about to caress a large opal the size of a fist, quite an unusual channelling stone to be upon a mage's staff. Its utility is singular: light, defence, and healing spells, and the stone excels at enhancing those magics, but one will find it difficult if not impossible or extremely dangerous to cast offensive, dark, or blood magic spells using the stone. Luckily, it's perfect for Julane. Although she doesn't know it, Healer Julane is also very good at passive magical suggestion, her words seeming to carry a tone of authority no matter how they're spoken, causing those undefended hearts and minds to be drawn to her ideals.
Registered: Sept 27, 2015 19:17:19 GMT -8
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Post by Healer Julane Gael on Dec 23, 2015 17:23:37 GMT -8
"Oh, now now, my dear. He may live yet. More surprising miracles have occured, and your people are tenacious. Either way, one day you will see him again, of this I am certain," responds Julane with a smile, pulling the troll into a hug and wiping her tears away with her fingertips.
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Rani
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 252
Age: 20
Physical Description: Light blue skin, Long red hair, blue eyes, has two small tusks
5'11"
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a sexy genie/belly dancer-like outfit with a veil and harem pants with slits on the thighs and such.
Flameburst Gauntlet: A mithril gauntlet that enhances fire magic.
Band of Nati: A shred of cloth colored vivid green with the blood of the infant nature god. Has healing properties and glows in the dark.
In her bag she carries lots of random objects that she uses as reagents, or they're junk.
Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: Jun 19, 2015 14:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Rani on Dec 23, 2015 17:38:24 GMT -8
"No, he is dead. He went up to the stars to join my ancestors." Rani sniffles and gets hugged by Julane. She appreciates her gentle removal of her tears. "I've made peace with it long ago, I just haven't thought of him in a long long time."
Rani leans into the nape of Julane's neck and would keep the hug going as long as Julane was willing. "My Uncle Rasta took care of me best he could, but I could tell he didn't really know what he was doing. He had no children of his own so he had no experience. He taught me all I know about healing though."
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Healer Julane Gael
Committed
Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 27
Physical Description: Healer Julane is a tall, slender woman with soft glacial blue inquisitive eyes and long, silky smooth white hair, falling straight down to about halfway down her back, prim and well taken care of. Her eyebrows are almost always slightly furrowed, and her soft pink lips always turned up into a smile, giving her a gentle, kindly face, despite its slender and otherwise sharp features. Her figure is slim and somewhat muted, with a rather unimpressive bust and legs meant less for outdoorsy physical activity and more for long strides across a library. Her fingers are long and slender, like a pianist's, and although they tend to be utilised more for flipping pages and casting spells, she does "dabble" in the citole, as she puts it, though in reality she's a very proficient musician. Her voice is soft, clear, and crisp, wonderfully suited for calming down patients or ordering nurses around without so much as a raised tone.
Clothes and Equipment: ===========================================
Healer Julane is almost always dressed in her white, plain and yet elegant flowing silken robes, the upper half of which is split to show a long tract of flesh down the centre of her torso, the reason behind this stated to be to disarm patients upon the battlefield by showing them that she is unarmed and not an enemy, although it has the side-effect of looking somewhat unnecessarily immodest. The lower half, however, is slightly thicker, the skirt overlapping on itself once in the front, falling down to right below her ankles to cover her booted feet without making her trip over herself.
She almost always wears a storage belt with phials and small satchels hanging off of it, making a musical clinking as she walks along. A small, ornate and yet primitive round charm with two eagle feathers hanging from leather cords is always on her person, usually latched to her belt, and she has been known to risk her own life to retrieve it if lost. No one knows the purpose of the object, but all know it is sacred to her.
Unlike her mentor, Andraste, Julane doesn't carry about a hefty tome full of spells. Instead, she carries about a compact booklet full of all the incantations, evocations, and charms a healer must know in order to be proficient. In addition to this, her staff is made of solid redwood, straight and well-carved with swirling Elven runes etched into its length, the tip widening and spiralling about to caress a large opal the size of a fist, quite an unusual channelling stone to be upon a mage's staff. Its utility is singular: light, defence, and healing spells, and the stone excels at enhancing those magics, but one will find it difficult if not impossible or extremely dangerous to cast offensive, dark, or blood magic spells using the stone. Luckily, it's perfect for Julane. Although she doesn't know it, Healer Julane is also very good at passive magical suggestion, her words seeming to carry a tone of authority no matter how they're spoken, causing those undefended hearts and minds to be drawn to her ideals.
Registered: Sept 27, 2015 19:17:19 GMT -8
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Post by Healer Julane Gael on Dec 24, 2015 20:28:58 GMT -8
Julane pulls Rani's head closer to her and gives a gentle smile. Today was a busy today, and the warmth of this troll combined with that of the fire was more than enough to make her sleepy. She lets out a small, squeaky yawn, covering her mouth as she does. "Ah...I am beginning to feel a bit...tired," she says, her head resting upon Rani's
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Rani
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 252
Age: 20
Physical Description: Light blue skin, Long red hair, blue eyes, has two small tusks
5'11"
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a sexy genie/belly dancer-like outfit with a veil and harem pants with slits on the thighs and such.
Flameburst Gauntlet: A mithril gauntlet that enhances fire magic.
Band of Nati: A shred of cloth colored vivid green with the blood of the infant nature god. Has healing properties and glows in the dark.
In her bag she carries lots of random objects that she uses as reagents, or they're junk.
Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: Jun 19, 2015 14:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Rani on Dec 24, 2015 20:46:58 GMT -8
Julane would just hear quiet breathing from Rani as she had drifted to sleep.
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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 10, 2016 18:19:58 GMT -8
<some time after> Arya Shieldheart strolled along the dirt roads of the Free Plains farmlands, not a care in the world. With the Nokari mountains as a backdrop, the verdant fields were quite beautiful to her, and despite her current condition, she still enjoyed the scenery as she moved along. Indeed, Arya was quite travel weary at the moment, having departed her home and her first master months ago, she meant to travel the wide and expansive overworld, using her talents to help any that were in need. As she walked along on the earth with her bare feet however, she felt quite weak. She had not had something to eat for quite a while now, and even though she had already used her holy magics to heal some farmers near the border of farmlands, she denied their rewards for her... she could not take anything from those people, they were in need more than she. Arya did not have any sort of currency on her at the moment either, for this very reason. She would not accept any payments for her services... Perhaps this was a bit foolish on her part, for if she starved to death, how could she help any more people? Groaning, she moved to rest on the side of the road for a moment. This countryside seemed quite peaceful at the moment, with no other signs of people around the secluded dirt road except for a small farm house that stood nearby. No doubt, the farmers had taken shelter for the time being, with the noon sun blistering down on the fields. Thankfully, her cloak protected her from the heat of the sun, or else Arya knew she would probably be much more dehydrated than she currently already was. Closing her eyes, she laid down on a soft patch of grass for a moment, maybe if she rested she could have enough energy to continue on... Just then, she heard it, the flap of wings. How big those wings sounded is what worried Arya however, as it sounded way too big to be any bird. Somewhat startled she sat up, opening her previously closed ruby eyes just in time to see it swoop over her, heading straight to the farm house, a wyvern.  The dark beast seemed to have swooped in from nowhere, and Arya was instantly filled with dread at what she saw next. Two children, a boy and a girl, perhaps brother and sister seemed to round around the corner of the farmhouse at the worst time possible, and the Wyvern roared as he spotted his potential prey, and angled towards the farmhouse now, where the children stood frozen in fear for a moment before they beat a hasty retreat, but it was clearly to slow of a retreat.
"Oh no no no NO!" Arya got up, unsheathing her golden sword as she did, she couldn't get there in time, she had to catch the attention of the Wyvern somehow. With Arya's sword now glowing with holy energy, the golden blade gleaming with power, she swung it, slicing through the air in front of her and sending an arc of light magic at the wyvern's eyes, the attack was not very strong, as Arya did not have very effective long range spells but it blinded the beast and gave the children just enough time to run inside.
Growling viciously, the beast twisted away from the house, swooping down and landing near Arya, whom it perceived as another easy prey. Arya narrowed her eyes, glaring at the beast, it obviously was not capable of reasoning as it was a wild animal, but she still hoped she could perhaps scare it away...
Closing her eyes, she began to channel her holy magic, and the sword, which she held upright in front of her body, flat of the blade exposed, seemed to glow even brighter, blinding the wyvern. The moment the beast made it's move, Arya's eyes flew open, now glowing with the holy energy that flowed through her. The giant beast snapped it's giant maw at where she once stood, but she had already moved, darting below the beast's legs as nimble as a deer on her bare feet as she slashed viciously with her holy energy imbued sword across it's underbelly. She was just able to slip out from underneath the beast before it slammed itself into the ground in an attempt to squash her.
Now positioned just outside it's back left leg, she was in a somewhat safe position as long as she stayed close, out of reach of it's maw and tail. This was only in theory however, and Arya had to retreat as the creature seemed to be much faster than she had anticipated for an lizard that was over 40 ft long. Narrowing her eyes, she readied her sword again, holding it above her head with both arms in what would seem like a roof guard, but as she was getting ready to slash downwards and send an arc of holy magic at the beast, hoping to calm it, she heard it, a second set of wings were flapping in the air above her.
Arya did not have time to react to the unexpected extra combatant, another wyvern of equal size that swooped down from the clouds to help it's partner in crime. Arya was slammed from behind by the tail of the beast that it lashed out at her, catching her full in the back. She went airborne for twenty feet, before landing in a heap on the ground, just outside the front door of the farm house. Her enchantments on her armor had protected her somewhat, but she still sustained some injuries from the powerful blow.
She had even lost grip of her sword at some point, and lay completely disoriented for a few long moments. Seeing stars, she fought her way to her hands and knees at least, her vision spinning as she saw the two wyverns closing in on her. She had been bruised pretty badly, perhaps even broken something as her midsection blazed in pain. Her weakened state from not eating in so long had also not helped in this situation. Despite her current predicament, which seemed like certain death, she turned towards the farm house behind her, where the family within could be seen peering out of the windows nervously. A man, perhaps the father of the children moved to the door, opening it as if he meant to help Arya.
Falling back to the ground in pain when she tried to stand she screamed, "N-no! Go back inside! T-they will tear the house a-apart if they know you and your family a-are there!"
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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 10, 2016 18:32:08 GMT -8
After the ordeal at The Black Tower Lum'Valia decided to stretch her wings and her body with a leisurely flight. The holy dragon hummed a happy song as she drifted high on thermal winds, that was when she heard something roar. Looking down she could spot two wyverns the lesser dragon kin appeared to be menacing a farm and a young girl, alight with holy magics was attempting to ward them off. Tucking her wings close to her body Lum dived down toward the scene gathering power as she goes. Perhaps 50 feet from the ground, Lum opens her wings and with a powerful beat lands behind the girl. As she does this she releases the spell she had prepared and a wall of light appears around the farm house as Lum pronounces.
"Kun kuz buld."
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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 10, 2016 18:46:45 GMT -8
Arya rolled onto her side, coughing up some blood, and leaving a spray of red near her head. She can't give up now, she had to do something. Steeling herself, she fought through the pain and stood up now, holding her side as she stood slightly hunched over. The holy energy from before had faded from her eyes for now, leaving only her ruby gaze, which looked ragged and tired now. Reaching out with her other hand, she drew her golden blade to her, the sword flying through the air into her hand as if it was attracted to her. Clutching the sword in both hands she turned towards the Wyverns who were now approaching.
"I-I can still fight, I will help you." she said through gritted teeth at the dragon. The two wyverns would now approach Lum'valia in an attempt to attack, with the first attacking her from the front while the second one attempt to circle around her and take the holy dragon by surprise. Arya was able to keep the second somewhat occupied however, letting out a battle cry as she slashed her sword, sending an arc of light magic that would hit the wyvern and explode. The creature would fall back for now, heavily injured from the looks of it, with a bunch of it's scaly hide quite singed. That had been a good portion of whatever energy remained in Arya however, and she stumbled a bit shortly after letting loose the spell, her head spinning ever faster. She fell back to her knees shortly after, coughing up more blood.
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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 10, 2016 18:54:53 GMT -8
Lum'Valia felt the girl expend the last of her energy to knock back one of the wyverns, and the dragons heart broke a litte. The girl had fought very bravely, and Lum would put her to right as soon as this was over, for the moment though. The dragoness reared back opened her mouth and unleashed a torrent of holy dragon fire, she was easily twice the size of the wyvern and it was completely engulfed in flame. At the same time she began gathering energy for another spell.
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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 10, 2016 19:26:55 GMT -8
Arya used the very last of her strength to retreat behind the magic ward that Lum'valia had placed around the farm house before falling to the ground clutching her side. It seemed she was hurt worse than she thought, no doubt one or more of her ribs broke and was causing her to bleed from the inside. As he adrenaline faded, even breathing started to become painful.
Meanwhile, the second Wyvern, now wounded seemed to be making a retreat, and as soon as Lum'valia unleashed her blast of holy fire, the other soon followed, running away in the face of the bigger dragon's power. Wyverns were mostly scavengers and opportunistic hunters after all, and if a strong opponent presented itself, they more often than not run away.
Arya, now crumpled on the floor in a fetal position coughs up some more blood before looking up at the holy dragon who saved her. Never before had she seen such a beautiful creature. Lum'valia was so beautiful to Arya she could not help but shed a tear as the holy aura of divine love from Lum'valia washed over her, "T-thank you for s-saving me..." Arya said gratefully. She fell silent quickly however, because as she spoke the movements her words produced in her chest and lungs sent even more arcs of pain through her.
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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 10, 2016 19:33:40 GMT -8
Lum'Valia watches the wyverns flee and once she is sure they are gone she approaches the house. With a small expenditure of power she shrinks down to her angelic form, hopefully putting the farmers at ease. Now human sized she rushes over to the girl and falls to her knees, she says lovingly.
"Oh my poor child, just a moment."
Lum'Valia rest a gentle hand on Arya's forehead and closes her eyes finding all the girls pain, and then the dragon begins to pour in energy. Light and holy magics, mix to sooth away bruises, mend broken bones, restore flesh, and replenish lost blood, the holy magic soothes the girls soul and makes the whole thing painless. Once she is done Lum lifts her hand and smiles radiantly at the paladin.
"There you should be all better now."
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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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Post by Arya Shieldheart on Jan 10, 2016 20:25:05 GMT -8
Arya sighs in relief as she feels all the pain go away, and she is fully healed. Touching her ribs lightly, she is somewhat awed, she gets up then, turning to Lum'valia, "Who are you? Your aura, the energy you give off, it is calming, and your holy magic is very strong, it would normally take me much longer to heal wounds of the likes I had... Thank you."
Arya would smile brightly, sheathing her sword, she seemed to be happier than normal around Lum'valia. A worried look would come over her features then as she turned towards the farm house. "Excuse me for a moment." The white haired paladin said quickly before she ran over to the farm house. She would knock on the door lightly, waiting a few moments before the farmers opened their door.
"Hello! Sorry about what happened before, I am fine now, but is anyone here hurt?" If any of the farmers were hurt in the events, Arya would be happy to heal them, she felt somewhat revitalized. It seemed, that as long as the paladin had enough energy to stand she would continue to try and help people.
The man from before who wanted to help Arya had answered the door, and he shook his head, "No, we are all fine, thanks to you are you eh, dragon friend. I do not think words are enough to describe how grateful I am of you for saving my children from those things. They usually don't come down from the mountains at this time of day... Would you like something to eat perhaps for what you've done for us? Maybe your friend would like something as well?"
Arya shook her head slightly, even as her stomach rumbled, the ache of her famined body didn't seem to have been healed completely, "No... I can not take any food for you. I can not speak for my friend however." Arya turned to Lum'valia then, smiling for a moment before a look of worry came over her face,
"Oh! I did not introduce myself, I am Arya Shieldheart."
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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 10, 2016 20:38:10 GMT -8
Lum'Valia watches bemused as Arya immediately checks on the safety of the farmers and turns down their offer of food. It was always refreshing and somewhat fun to see a human act the same way she acts, she remembers how she almost killed herself rebuilding Medan. Shaking her head and smiling she comes to her feet and says serenely.
"It is a pleasure to meet you Arya, my name is Lum'Valia. Now I know why you refused the meal offered you, but I must insist you take the man up on his offer. My healing has done you much good, but you still need a good meal to fully recover. While you eat I will go rustle up a deer for the family so they don't have to go without on your account all right?"
Lum'Valia's voice has a kind, matronly tone, but it is also a tone that offers no room for argument. She would wait long enough to see Arya nod in agreement before taking wing and dragon form once more, returning shortly with a freshly caught deer.
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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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Post by Arya Shieldheart on Jan 10, 2016 21:17:41 GMT -8
Arya frowns slightly at Lum'valia's insistence, but is reassured when she says she will catch a deer, after which she nods slightly in agreement, "Fine... if you wish," Turning back towards the farmer and his family, she would smile again, shrugging, "It seems I have no choice, are you sure you don't mind?" The farmer would shake his head chuckling slightly, "You act as though you just stole me crops. No! It's no problem at all, you saved my children's lives!" It warmed Arya's heart to see how eager they were to help her in return, and she would bow her head slightly in respect, "Thank you so much... I am so hungry..." Her golden sword sheathed behind her back she would follow the man into their humble little farmhouse, inside which she would find the two children from before, they both looked to be no older than ten years old. They stared up at the paladin wide-eyed but otherwise said nothing. Arya smiled and nodded at the mother who offered her thanks to her, "I would do so again in a heartbeat." Once Arya was given some food she would thank them again, and chow down, eating somewhat voraciously due to her hunger. The food was some bread and cheese, but it tasted like the most delicious meal she had ever eaten, and the glass of water she drank was also heaven. As she was eating one of the children, the older boy who seemed to be about ten would look at Arya curiously before asking, "Why do you wear no shoes?" At this Arya would sit back and laughing slightly, "It seems ridiculous doesn't it? Well, to be honest I don't remember why I started going without shoes, it was before I was given this armor that I decided to start doing it." Her armor seemed to be designed around the fact that she wore no shoes and actually had some enchantments that protected her feet. "I just feel like I am closer to nature, and the world around me when I do not wear shoes, and it gives me a sense of humility I suppose. As a paladin I live only to help those in need, and if I do not need shoes to do that then I have no use for them. Also it helps me in a fight to be quicker on my feet." -Arya Shieldheart in her armor- |
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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 10, 2016 21:34:42 GMT -8
Lum'Valia knocks on the door of the house and wait to be let in, she is once again in her angelic form. When she is let in she smiles at the family please to see them all well. She is also pleased to see Arya did as she was told, and put some food into herself the girl had been starving herself and had been dangerously dehydrated. She sits down at the table joining the family, and she begins to hum her favorite tune. |
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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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Post by Arya Shieldheart on Jan 10, 2016 21:49:57 GMT -8
The boy seemed satisfied with the answer Arya had given him, and smiled before walking away, going to do whatever he was up to previously, which appeared to be a game of hide and seek with his little sister. Arya was happy to see them playing together, happy to see the family all happy together. It reminded her of... no she can not think back to those times...
Arya seemed to be somewhat disturbed then, a small frown creeping upon her features, she seemed alarmed all of the sudden, and sad. This was only for a moment, however, and barely noticeable. Drawing a shaky breath, she smiled again, everything was okay. "Uhm... I will be outside for a moment, just want to catch some fresh air." And with that she would hurry out of the farm house, something seemed to be troubling her.
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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 10, 2016 22:08:28 GMT -8
Lum'Valia watched Arya as she exited the cottage, the dragoness could sense the trouble brewing in the young paladin's heart. She wait for a few minutes to allow the girl time for silent contemplation, before rising to join her outside. The dragoness approaches the young woman and says gently.
"It may not be my place to pry, but I have often found burdens are easier to carry when shared. I can offer an empathetic ear if you wish to get something off of your chest."
Her smile is warm, loving, and gentle and she sits down patting the space next to her indicating Arya should join her, before adding.
"Even if you do not wish to speak of what troubles you, why not sit and tell me about yourself. I am curious to know who you are, it is not often I meet a human who can wield holy magics."
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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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Post by Arya Shieldheart on Jan 10, 2016 22:44:39 GMT -8
Arya seems somewhat startled when Lum'valia speaks, she did not notice her approaching. Arya's face held a somber look, but otherwise her emotions were guarded. She offered Lum'valia a sad smile however, "Thank you for your concern... But I do not wish to have others worry about me... I am sure there are plenty of other people worse off than me..." When offered to sit, Arya did gladly, this Lum'valia seemed nice to be around, Arya liked her.
She seemed to contemplate the question she was posed before answering, "Well, I don't know... I am a wandering paladin. I learned holy magic from another paladin who was very talented. I do not belong to any order of paladins like he did though, I chose to instead venture out into the over-world, helping any I may come across who are in need. I guess I like the adventure, and meeting new people... I haven't really grown attached to anyone however." She shrugged slightly, looking down at the ground, she didn't really feel comfortable talking about any of it in more detail.
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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 11, 2016 8:49:07 GMT -8
Lum wasn't one to pry into other people's problems, as she often noted she could only help those who wished to be helped. Forcing aid on someone rarely ended well, Lum believed the best way was to let the person know you were there for them, and let them come to you in their own time. The dragoness thought on where to lead the conversation next, and decided to share something about herself.
"I am not so dissimilar from yourself, I serve no particular order I simply do what my heart tells should be done. Though occasionally I go too far, it is very tempting to give everything I have and never take anything in return. It took me a while to realize I was doing those I helped a disservice, by denying them the opportunity to help me in turn."
Lum'Valia's voice carries a hint of gentle self reproach as she speaks. She is clearly remembering a lesson she learned, that took her too long to understand.
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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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Post by Arya Shieldheart on Jan 11, 2016 11:57:41 GMT -8
Arya nodded slightly as Lum'valia spoke, her red eyes on her as she did so in recognition, she seemed to grow thoughtful. That did sound a lot like her. Ever since she started her journey she always felt like she had to take on all the troubles of this world by herself, without accepting help from others in turn.
"Maybe all this time I have been wrong... I thought It was the best way to help them... To not accept their payments or help in return. I would of felt bad because I felt I did not need any help..." Arya shook her head as she thought over her foolishness, she had never thought of it the way Lum'valia had put it. She would feel terrible if someone helped her and she didn't have to opportunity to pay them back. Even now she began to feel bad about herself, she did still owe Lum'valia.
"You saved my life today... Those wyverns would have killed me, and even now you offer me you guidance when I haven't given anything in return yet... I feel like I at least owe you my story."
Arya would reach behind her back, slowly and soundlessly drawing the golden blade that was her only weapon. The sword seemed to hum with the holy power that always seemed to pour through it. "This is my sword, I named it light-bringer... it is as much a part of me as anything else."
Arya Shieldheart's sword was very precious to the girl, the blade holding a direct link to her pure soul, which gave it it's holy power. The blade, if held by another would seem to sing every detail of it's owner's life, every thought they had ever had, everything of their being. It was not something Arya offered lightly, but she felt Lum'valia was worthy, "I offer you my sword, and with it my life that I owe you... I don't think I could trust anyone else with it..." If Lum'valia accepted the offer and held the sword for just a moment, everything would be revealed to her clear as day.
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