Vash the Black
Established
Roleplay posts: 40 
Age: 15 (About 30 in gnoll years)
Physical Description: A seven-foot-tall, four-hundred pound ball of muscle, fur, and teeth. Vash is a gnoll, a hyena-like humanoid known for their slaving and marauding. His fur, charred by phoenix fire is now blackened. In the thick of battle his eyes have been known to shine red with an inner light of ferocity.
Due to a rather intense run-in with a phoenix, Vash's face and much of his stomach was terribly scared, leaving him with one milky white eye. To cover the melted flesh and exposed bone he wears a metal mask over his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: Vash wears plated metal armor, but little else in the way of adornments. Has been known to occasionally wear trophies of particularly fulfilling battles, but his lack of sentiment and forgetful nature means he often loses or abandons them, leaving farmers and peasants to find gruesome remains at times.
He carries with him a flail he's affectionately called Meteor, which, exposed to great heat, has unleashed new powers. Namely the ability to create a spinning wheel of fire. It also deals additional fire damage with every blow.
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Post by Vash the Black on Dec 15, 2017 23:05:29 GMT -8
The gnoll expected many things. Turning into animals? Some of the Shamans in his tribe could do that. Maybe some magical force? Sure, these things happened. Of course, what his little slave did was none of these things. What his little slave did, was not what he was expecting. He was sensitive enough to magic to sense when it was about to happen, the presence of mind giving him enough to think about grabbing her with both hands. He had expected pinning her wing to work, but could not have been more wrong. Waves of heat pealed off of the girl, and as the flames burst forth their searing heat enveloped him, his new tent, everything. With a snarl she learned that her tricks weren't as effective as they seemed, though once he realized he was now holding a bird, it was too late. With a rather unintimidating yelp, the creature he now held launched itself into the air like a firework, arcing across the sky and dragging him with it. As they both rose up and up into the air, he could hear the cries and shouts from the other bandits beneath him.
As her body began to grow, his feet found purchase against her back. Snatching his flail from his waist he whipped it out, the chains wrapping around her expanding throat as he used it to anchor himself. Pulling himself up closer to her head he leaned in, grinning wickedly with a show of brutal fangs. "Think you can get away from me, Cyggie?" he snarled in defiance, his eyes glowing red. The adrenaline pumped through him as they flew further and further from the earth and her size expanded. THIS was a battle! "Girl, bird, godsdamned dragon, I don't care, yer MINE!" with that he burrowed his fangs into the fiery feathers of the flying foe, yanking a now red-hot dagger and attempting to bury it into her side.
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The Sparrow
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 184
Physical Description: Golden-haired, silver eyes and a peach complexion, with a dancer's body (athletic, willowy, trim, long-legged). Rough calloused palms, with light scars scattered over her skin, ranging from old silver to fresh pink. Has tattoos of large swan wings on her back that seem as if they could spring from her skin at any moment.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears whatever clothes are necessary to blend in with her environment. For her nocturnal activities she wears an enchanted cloak and mask, dark boots and clothing, an enchanted dirk, and a small leather sack. She has a pendant of a green stone with gold filigree and chain that she wears around her neck, tucked into her clothes and a silver ring on her right hand.
Player's online availability : Every now and again
Registered: Sept 16, 2016 15:29:33 GMT -8
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Post by The Sparrow on Dec 16, 2017 12:27:58 GMT -8
[[ MOOD MUSIC: ]] FIIIIIIYUUUHHHH
Vash's tent was on it. And the tents that were near it were beginning to immolate as well with the high-heat of the phoenixfire that permeated even the damp of the marshland the camp was located in. It would be hard to miss the sudden burst of flames and light, not to mention the screech of the phoenix as it went vaulting into the sky with a powerful sweep of its wings.
Vash, however, had no intentions on letting his prize slave go -- she'd ruined his tent after all -- and with a powerful, bestial leap, sank into the flesh of the quickly-growing phoenix. It let out another cry, its flaming wings dragging over the tops of more tents before it swept upward and began to twist in a fiery spiral.
The gnoll whipped the flail in his hand to anchor himself, catching it around the firebird's elongated neck and pulling himself up even as he was tossed around. His distribution of weight made it easier for the phoenix to even out, and its wings began to pump for the dusk-falling sky above her in desperation.
She heard the growling promise of the gnoll in her ear, and she screamed inside, the scream turning into another powerful burst of flame, all of her burning white hot -- and directly into the mouth and throat and eyes and nose of the gnoll that sought to bury his fangs into wings that were now so brilliantly glowing that it was hard to look at her.
All around them was the smell burning ozone, the phoenix that was easily six times the size of a common man a beacon in the air, moisture sizzling with the incredible heat and flames that licked and seared at fur and flesh and clothing and iron all around her. She twisted once more, leaving a trail of flames behind her, embers falling down below onto tents and equipment as they circled high above the camp in her effort to rid herself of the gnoll determined to cage her. |
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Vash the Black
Established
Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 15 (About 30 in gnoll years)
Physical Description: A seven-foot-tall, four-hundred pound ball of muscle, fur, and teeth. Vash is a gnoll, a hyena-like humanoid known for their slaving and marauding. His fur, charred by phoenix fire is now blackened. In the thick of battle his eyes have been known to shine red with an inner light of ferocity.
Due to a rather intense run-in with a phoenix, Vash's face and much of his stomach was terribly scared, leaving him with one milky white eye. To cover the melted flesh and exposed bone he wears a metal mask over his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: Vash wears plated metal armor, but little else in the way of adornments. Has been known to occasionally wear trophies of particularly fulfilling battles, but his lack of sentiment and forgetful nature means he often loses or abandons them, leaving farmers and peasants to find gruesome remains at times.
He carries with him a flail he's affectionately called Meteor, which, exposed to great heat, has unleashed new powers. Namely the ability to create a spinning wheel of fire. It also deals additional fire damage with every blow.
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Post by Vash the Black on Dec 16, 2017 12:53:54 GMT -8
Even with his demonic blood, the heat of the blaze overwhelmed his senses, and he could smell the burning tinge of his fur as it engulfed him completely. He knew Meteor would be safe, itself forged from flames hotter than man could produce. He, however, was not. The searing man reached fingers across his body, thrilling and burning his flesh. His heart pumped, his instincts demanded he release her, yet even so his blood seemed to demand more. Burying his fangs deeper into her, despite the pain and threat of damage that tried to overwhelm him. It was a question of what would burn hotter: His rage, or her flame?
Yanking hard on the flail wrapped around her neck his dagger fell from his hand when she began the acrobatics, however he knew the sudden twists and turns likely hurt her as much as it dizzied him with his grip and with each sudden yank one way or the other, the chain gripped tighter on her slender throat. If he could cast a spell, maybe he could do something to halt her ascent, but without being able to speak it simply wasn't viable and he certainly wasn't letting her go anytime soon. Managing to position a paw under him he lurched slightly upwards on her body, balling a fist and slamming it against where her brand was placed. He wasn't sure if it even hurt or still existed in this form, but at this rate there was no way he could bring her down on his own.
Bringing his first against it a few times more he reached out, trying what he could to grab her nearest wing. As she twisted through the air though he was forced to give up his search, simply using the other arm to anchor himself.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2017 13:20:55 GMT -8
[[ MOOD MUSIC: ]] FIIIIIIYUUUHHHH
Vash's tent was on it. And the tents that were near it were beginning to immolate as well with the high-heat of the phoenixfire that permeated even the damp of the marshland the camp was located in. It would be hard to miss the sudden burst of flames and light, not to mention the screech of the phoenix as it went vaulting into the sky with a powerful sweep of its wings.
Vash, however, had no intentions on letting his prize slave go -- she'd ruined his tent after all -- and with a powerful, bestial leap, sank into the flesh of the quickly-growing phoenix. It let out another cry, its flaming wings dragging over the tops of more tents before it swept upward and began to twist in a fiery spiral.
The gnoll whipped the flail in his hand to anchor himself, catching it around the firebird's elongated neck and pulling himself up even as he was tossed around. His distribution of weight made it easier for the phoenix to even out, and its wings began to pump for the dusk-falling sky above her in desperation.
She heard the growling promise of the gnoll in her ear, and she screamed inside, the scream turning into another powerful burst of flame, all of her burning white hot -- and directly into the mouth and throat and eyes and nose of the gnoll that sought to bury his fangs into wings that were now so brilliantly glowing that it was hard to look at her.
All around them was the smell burning ozone, the phoenix that was easily six times the size of a common man a beacon in the air, moisture sizzling with the incredible heat and flames that licked and seared at fur and flesh and clothing and iron all around her. She twisted once more, leaving a trail of flames behind her, embers falling down below onto tents and equipment as they circled high above the camp in her effort to rid herself of the gnoll determined to cage her. A giant flaming bird was out of the ordinary for the bandits, and the giant winged phoenix attracted the attention of the scorpio gunners that were littered at the north, center and south part of the camp. Even though now Vash's tent, and multiple others were ablaze, they gunners stayed true to their role. Other bandits scrambled to put out the fires among one wing of the camp, while they waited for an appropriate magic user to ready their spell to douse the flames. Bolas, were commonly loaded in the mini-ballistas to take down fleeing slaves, but this time they'd be pointed to the air at a massive mythological beast. The center was unable to get an angle on the giant woman in bird form, so it was up to the north and south ends to hit their target. With the whip of the flying chain, the north end let their pair of bolas fly towards the bird, aimed ahead of her planned flight course, it's arc should whip right onto he wing. The south end fired a mere second after, sending a slightly more accurate pair of chain linked balls towards The Sparrow, this time anticipating an evasive maneuver, so it was slightly off target so if she evaded it was most likely to hit her. (Will add more about tents burning and bandits screaming in a bit. Use this for now.) |
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The Sparrow
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 184
Physical Description: Golden-haired, silver eyes and a peach complexion, with a dancer's body (athletic, willowy, trim, long-legged). Rough calloused palms, with light scars scattered over her skin, ranging from old silver to fresh pink. Has tattoos of large swan wings on her back that seem as if they could spring from her skin at any moment.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears whatever clothes are necessary to blend in with her environment. For her nocturnal activities she wears an enchanted cloak and mask, dark boots and clothing, an enchanted dirk, and a small leather sack. She has a pendant of a green stone with gold filigree and chain that she wears around her neck, tucked into her clothes and a silver ring on her right hand.
Player's online availability : Every now and again
Registered: Sept 16, 2016 15:29:33 GMT -8
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Post by The Sparrow on Jan 3, 2018 18:08:51 GMT -8
She was a bright burning light in the sky, brilliant and hard to even look at directly without leaving damage to your retina and spots in your vision. Good luck aiming.The Phoenix continued to beat her rings, the healing, restorative powers of this form rendering the pain of her brand gone -- but not the feeling of Vash the Black's fangs digging into her flesh -- even as flames burned into the tender skin of his tongue, his cheeks, down his throat with the heated brilliance of a supposedly mythological bird. These same incredible flames -- flames of phoenix fire licked and stroked at the gnoll's skin, claws, and fur, burning hotter than a furnace, enflamed by the Sparrow's own rage and desperation to escape the Hunting Legion. Embers continued to fall from her flight, the fire upon the tents not easily put out by mere water, still sizzling and hot and greedily eating anything that had any fuel to it -- any cloth, any wood, any flesh or fur or hair that would make the phoenixfire grow. The flying chains missed the Phoenix, but if the gnoll could hold on with his flail amidst the incredible flames of the mystical phoenix engulfing his body, his mouth and throat, and the oxygen he needed, then they might be able to bring the Sparrow down. |
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Vash the Black
Established
Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 15 (About 30 in gnoll years)
Physical Description: A seven-foot-tall, four-hundred pound ball of muscle, fur, and teeth. Vash is a gnoll, a hyena-like humanoid known for their slaving and marauding. His fur, charred by phoenix fire is now blackened. In the thick of battle his eyes have been known to shine red with an inner light of ferocity.
Due to a rather intense run-in with a phoenix, Vash's face and much of his stomach was terribly scared, leaving him with one milky white eye. To cover the melted flesh and exposed bone he wears a metal mask over his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: Vash wears plated metal armor, but little else in the way of adornments. Has been known to occasionally wear trophies of particularly fulfilling battles, but his lack of sentiment and forgetful nature means he often loses or abandons them, leaving farmers and peasants to find gruesome remains at times.
He carries with him a flail he's affectionately called Meteor, which, exposed to great heat, has unleashed new powers. Namely the ability to create a spinning wheel of fire. It also deals additional fire damage with every blow.
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Registered: Dec 3, 2017 22:33:06 GMT -8
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Post by Vash the Black on Jan 5, 2018 14:38:07 GMT -8
If this slave kept heading up, there was no way he could keep a grip on her. Even now the flames were searing him well and truly and any other gnoll would have likely burned to a crisp. The light, the fire, the *pain* gnawed at him and yet something kept him going. Kept him gripped tightly to the creature beneath him. Whether it was rage at being spurned, or whether it was simple awareness that a fall from this height with would him even more surely than a phoenix's fire. That was it, their height! If he could bring her lower, halt her ascent, perhaps he could get a better grip. Even better, manage to cast a spell! Either way , even in pain, he wouldn't about to let her just fly away from here. Not without a few scars to remember him by.
Then he did something unbelievable. He let go. For a moment he seemed to flat there in the air as the phoenix gained some ground- Only to get a chain wrapped around her neck tugging with several hundred pounds of force against her ascent. In the best case (For him) This would be enough to cause them both to tumble out of the sky, unless she managed to relieve some of the force.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 9, 2018 12:07:35 GMT -8
The bright light of the phoenix’s form certainly did take a toll on their accuracy, but it sure as hell wouldn’t stop them from reloading and trying again. The crews began their reloading process, as the gunners got some time not having to look at a bright sun. One of those giant projectiles had to hit it. Right?
The fire in the camp had been partially extinguished, however many more tents were still ablaze and most of the shamans and spare hands attempted to extinguish with what water and magical abilities they had at their disposal.
The remainder of the magic wielding mages of the Legion focused on trying to take down the giant fireball bird with what weak and chaotic spells they had. Before they could do anything however, they needed to collect some mana from the local area to forcefully drag that thing out of the air.
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The Sparrow
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 184
Physical Description: Golden-haired, silver eyes and a peach complexion, with a dancer's body (athletic, willowy, trim, long-legged). Rough calloused palms, with light scars scattered over her skin, ranging from old silver to fresh pink. Has tattoos of large swan wings on her back that seem as if they could spring from her skin at any moment.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears whatever clothes are necessary to blend in with her environment. For her nocturnal activities she wears an enchanted cloak and mask, dark boots and clothing, an enchanted dirk, and a small leather sack. She has a pendant of a green stone with gold filigree and chain that she wears around her neck, tucked into her clothes and a silver ring on her right hand.
Player's online availability : Every now and again
Registered: Sept 16, 2016 15:29:33 GMT -8
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Post by The Sparrow on Jan 11, 2018 12:11:48 GMT -8
In the end, it wasn't the scorpions that brought her down, but the gnoll on her back, and her own panicked mind to desperately escape.
She thought she was free and barely managed to get a breath -- when the sudden yank of the chain had her neck snapping --
-- and she was instantly unconscious. The fire faded away, blazing back into her skin, and the Sparrow's naked, female body crashed into Vash's own. Her wings melted back into the tattoo on her back, her brand gone, as well as her other aches and pains -- but now she was physically and magically exhausted.
Together, they plummeted back to the flaming camp below, and if she died now, she'd at least die with dignity.
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Vash the Black
Established
Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 15 (About 30 in gnoll years)
Physical Description: A seven-foot-tall, four-hundred pound ball of muscle, fur, and teeth. Vash is a gnoll, a hyena-like humanoid known for their slaving and marauding. His fur, charred by phoenix fire is now blackened. In the thick of battle his eyes have been known to shine red with an inner light of ferocity.
Due to a rather intense run-in with a phoenix, Vash's face and much of his stomach was terribly scared, leaving him with one milky white eye. To cover the melted flesh and exposed bone he wears a metal mask over his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: Vash wears plated metal armor, but little else in the way of adornments. Has been known to occasionally wear trophies of particularly fulfilling battles, but his lack of sentiment and forgetful nature means he often loses or abandons them, leaving farmers and peasants to find gruesome remains at times.
He carries with him a flail he's affectionately called Meteor, which, exposed to great heat, has unleashed new powers. Namely the ability to create a spinning wheel of fire. It also deals additional fire damage with every blow.
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Post by Vash the Black on Jan 11, 2018 13:03:13 GMT -8
"HA!" Vash shouted, scarred and deformed from the fire. and he could swear he saw a puff of smoke come from his maw when he spoke. As his body made contact with hers he grappled her tightly, grinning. He was on top of the world!
Then, he felt his gravity shift. His slight upward momentum had reached its peak, and now...now he was falling. Oh, right. He was on top of the world. His eyes widened in realization as he looked up, (down? Was he upside down?) at the burning carnage of the bandits camp below. Oh no. Oh nononononoooo. He was now plummeting, a freefall from the sky with nothing but a woman and a flail ironically named Meteor.
He had no knowledge of the bandit's capabilities below and he looked at Sparrow, shaking her wildly. "Wake up wake up, bird, bird, be a bird!" he shouted loudly, as being burned further sounded more pleasant than ending up as a stain on the ground.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2018 12:01:24 GMT -8
"HA!" Vash shouted, scarred and deformed from the fire. and he could swear he saw a puff of smoke come from his maw when he spoke. As his body made contact with hers he grappled her tightly, grinning. He was on top of the world! Then, he felt his gravity shift. His slight upward momentum had reached its peak, and now...now he was falling. Oh, right. He was on top of the world. His eyes widened in realization as he looked up, (down? Was he upside down?) at the burning carnage of the bandits camp below. Oh no. Oh nononononoooo. He was now plummeting, a freefall from the sky with nothing but a woman and a flail ironically named Meteor. He had no knowledge of the bandit's capabilities below and he looked at Sparrow, shaking her wildly. "Wake up wake up, bird, bird, be a bird!" he shouted loudly, as being burned further sounded more pleasant than ending up as a stain on the ground. The light died out, leaving the gunners with nothing to shoot at. It was a shame, they didn’t get to shoot their weapons very often… The two of them however were very lucky this time. As the Legion’s few capable spellcasters had been preparing magic to hold the giant bird still, their original target disappeared, but they caught eye of the falling pair before they hit the ground. Using their magic, smokey tendrils would envelope the two of them, slowing their fall greatly. Unfortunately, they both would hit the ground, at worst, they may have sprained or twisted a limb, far from fatal however due to the magic that controlled their decent. The fallen ashen figures would be surrounded by bandits, and without hesitation, both Vash and Sparrow would be showered in multiple weighted nets. After all, it was hard to tell who was who after they both were blackened from the ash that they both flew through. Most of the fires around the starting point near Vash’s tent were either burnt out or extinguished, however the blaze continued causing havoc in other areas of this half of the camp, as the magic fire consumed up more and more parts. Luckily, this meant there wasn’t much of a lasting fire, on the downside, the fire would quickly and easily consume more fragile tents, causing the unaware to panic and run, and the competent to struggle harder against increasingly difficult licks of fire. |
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Vash the Black
Established
Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 15 (About 30 in gnoll years)
Physical Description: A seven-foot-tall, four-hundred pound ball of muscle, fur, and teeth. Vash is a gnoll, a hyena-like humanoid known for their slaving and marauding. His fur, charred by phoenix fire is now blackened. In the thick of battle his eyes have been known to shine red with an inner light of ferocity.
Due to a rather intense run-in with a phoenix, Vash's face and much of his stomach was terribly scared, leaving him with one milky white eye. To cover the melted flesh and exposed bone he wears a metal mask over his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: Vash wears plated metal armor, but little else in the way of adornments. Has been known to occasionally wear trophies of particularly fulfilling battles, but his lack of sentiment and forgetful nature means he often loses or abandons them, leaving farmers and peasants to find gruesome remains at times.
He carries with him a flail he's affectionately called Meteor, which, exposed to great heat, has unleashed new powers. Namely the ability to create a spinning wheel of fire. It also deals additional fire damage with every blow.
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Post by Vash the Black on Jan 16, 2018 13:41:31 GMT -8
So this was how he died. Well, he had to admit, it would be something to brag about in hell. Then, just as he had accepted his fate, smoke curled around him. For a moment he believed it to be the results of the fire she'd started, yet he could feel his momentum slow, as if it were semi-solid. Magic! He was sav- THUDAh, shit, that hurt. Although he avoided any broken bones, he was back on solid land. He felt the soil beneath him and he breathed a sigh of relief, his vision stilled filled with white from the searing white. His moment of tranquility was short-lived though as a heavy net was cast over him, causing him to snarl viciously. "Let me out of this, NOW!" he snarled, pawing at the ropes. He tried to lift his weapon, but even the ropes, weighted as they were, were too much for his weakened body. Indeed, it wasn't hard to see why he could barely move. His body was seared, his stomach especially, patches of fur burnt off to reveal sensitive, pink patches of skin surrounded by blackened tatters of his armor which was falling away. That was nothing compared to his face, however. On one half of his face, where it had lined up with her slender neck, his upper lip had all but burnt away, giving him a constant snarl. His face was melted, revealing in several patches the white bone of his skull. In fact, even as his vision began to clear he realized it was only becoming clearer on one half of his mangled face. Indeed, the eyes, so close the the fire and brightness it was, was a solid, milky white. The adrenaline of his battle was pumping through his bloodstream, and yet soon it would wear off. He wasn't looking forward to that. It was not, however, a total loss. Near him his slave, The Sparrow, still lived and to his other side, Meteor burned hotter and brighter than he'd even seen it before, flaring up into black fire for a moment before it died down. Like the beating of a demonic heart it echoed through the metal into him. He would need to observe it in detail more intimately later. |
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The Sparrow
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 184
Physical Description: Golden-haired, silver eyes and a peach complexion, with a dancer's body (athletic, willowy, trim, long-legged). Rough calloused palms, with light scars scattered over her skin, ranging from old silver to fresh pink. Has tattoos of large swan wings on her back that seem as if they could spring from her skin at any moment.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears whatever clothes are necessary to blend in with her environment. For her nocturnal activities she wears an enchanted cloak and mask, dark boots and clothing, an enchanted dirk, and a small leather sack. She has a pendant of a green stone with gold filigree and chain that she wears around her neck, tucked into her clothes and a silver ring on her right hand.
Player's online availability : Every now and again
Registered: Sept 16, 2016 15:29:33 GMT -8
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Post by The Sparrow on Jan 18, 2018 20:23:40 GMT -8
Naked and covered in ash, she was unconscious during the fall, and when the smoke of the magic wrapped around her, she continued to be so.
It wasn't until she and Vash smacked the ground that she gave any sort of reaction, a low groan rumbling from her as for a moment, lashes fluttered with consciousness. But the energy to be such a terrifying creature of pure magic and rage had drained her, and pain still burned around her throat that was bruising beneath the ash in brilliant purples and blues, that as Vash shoved her off and into the mud, she promptly fell unconscious again, unaware of the damage around her.
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Fol-lu, Skywarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 123
Age: Pretty Dang Old
Physical Description: Fol-lu has two forms, one which is his human form. In this form, he appears as an elegant looking man standing at an even 6’0’’ with long black hair. This is only his preferred mortal form, however, and he can take others if need be.
His draconic form is is that of an enormous feathered dragon, with a gleaming golden gem (the Dragon's Tear) embedded in his forehead, just between two golden eyes. The gem radiates with magical power, granted only to the Skywarden. The Skywarden's true form is roughly 200 feet long, and it is in this form that he is most powerful. He has the ability to decrease the size of this form at will.
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Clothes and Equipment: Fol-lu wears whatever is appropriate for the situation, whether that be a garb of silken finery or a set of comfortable traveling clothes. He also wears armor in battle at times, and commonly uses a polearm of legendary qualities. The weapon’s shaft is about as long as a short spear, except it is tipped with a long single edged blade that curves upwards at the tip for increased slashing power, this weapon is commonly referred to as a glaive. His weapon and armor can be summoned at will through the use of magic, since carrying around such things are an inconvenience one with power such as Fol-lu's does not have to deal with.
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Post by Fol-lu, Skywarden on Jan 23, 2018 14:40:42 GMT -8
Unknown to those on the ground below, for now, the appearance of the Phoenix had caught someone's attention and this was the attention of the immortal dragon warden of the skies.
Fol-lu had scryed upon the scene and he was quite intrigued by what he found. He saw the form of The Sparrow, battered and broken, brought back to earth by the Kobolds.
Now, many mortals often fell victim to bandits, as he had witnessed many times before without taking action, yet this girl he saw was different. She was beautiful to him, even in her current battered state, a delicate bird which he felt he must protect. Perhaps he had grown bored of his eternal vigil over the skies, because today he would descend upon the camp, all two hundred feet of the feathered dragon's form landing softly outside The Hunting Legion's Camp.
His wrath already started to bubble to the surface as he looked upon the miscreants who would dare hurt the girl, but he would not yet unleash it upon them, instead sending a message that would reverberate telepathically throughout the minds of those within the camp,
The girl with the wings, release her to me now and I will spare you.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2018 18:13:24 GMT -8
Unknown to those on the ground below, for now, the appearance of the Phoenix had caught someone's attention and this was the attention of the immortal dragon warden of the skies. Fol-lu had scryed upon the scene and he was quite intrigued by what he found. He saw the form of The Sparrow, battered and broken, brought back to earth by the Kobolds. Now, many mortals often fell victim to bandits, as he had witnessed many times before without taking action, yet this girl he saw was different. She was beautiful to him, even in her current battered state, a delicate bird which he felt he must protect. Perhaps he had grown bored of his eternal vigil over the skies, because today he would descend upon the camp, all two hundred feet of the feathered dragon's form landing softly outside The Hunting Legion's Camp. His wrath already started to bubble to the surface as he looked upon the miscreants who would dare hurt the girl, but he would not yet unleash it upon them, instead sending a message that would reverberate telepathically throughout the minds of those within the camp, The girl with the wings, release her to me now and I will spare you.A shaken net thrower would hear Vash’s words and would rush over with a knife to cut the ropes off of the still steaming Gnoll. He then ran before he could be caught by the maddened Vash as the dragon appeared. With the appearance of such a terrifying beast, the fire raging among the camp, and that damned phoenix, the Legion members were shaken and confused amongst the chaos. Some had already started fleeing the burning camp, others in a rage towards the phoenix, the dragon, or even other Legion members. Leaderless and wavering, infighting erupted among the smoldering remains. Vash was cut free, and the dragon had just appeared as a group of rouge members rushed into the muddy pathway, attacking those who’d thrown nets. The chaotic fighting would closely surround and effectively be on top of Vash the Black and The Sparrow . Most of the bandits heard the dragon, some could try to release The Sparrow others ignored the dragon, and focused on either escaping, or attacking a rival party. Unaligned groups fled the scene, hiding amongst the terrain a ways off. |
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Vash the Black
Established
Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 15 (About 30 in gnoll years)
Physical Description: A seven-foot-tall, four-hundred pound ball of muscle, fur, and teeth. Vash is a gnoll, a hyena-like humanoid known for their slaving and marauding. His fur, charred by phoenix fire is now blackened. In the thick of battle his eyes have been known to shine red with an inner light of ferocity.
Due to a rather intense run-in with a phoenix, Vash's face and much of his stomach was terribly scared, leaving him with one milky white eye. To cover the melted flesh and exposed bone he wears a metal mask over his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: Vash wears plated metal armor, but little else in the way of adornments. Has been known to occasionally wear trophies of particularly fulfilling battles, but his lack of sentiment and forgetful nature means he often loses or abandons them, leaving farmers and peasants to find gruesome remains at times.
He carries with him a flail he's affectionately called Meteor, which, exposed to great heat, has unleashed new powers. Namely the ability to create a spinning wheel of fire. It also deals additional fire damage with every blow.
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Registered: Dec 3, 2017 22:33:06 GMT -8
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Post by Vash the Black on Jan 23, 2018 19:12:44 GMT -8
IDIOTS! The men who netted him- Idiots! The men who attacked those men- Bigger idiots! The godsdamned dragon who plotted itself outside the palisade- Biggest idiot! Not by measure of idiocy, just by virtue of size alone. Then him, Vash, covered in burns, scorched half to death with the only allies in sight fighting amoungst themselves- The most idiotic of them all!
After all, hearing the dragon's words reverberating in his head made it ache even more than the fall. No, he didn't ride that phoenix, get covered in those burns, just for a dragon of all things to come and take it away. As one of the goblins closed in on the unconscious form of the Sparrow, he smacked it aside with a swing of his flail. He was exhausted, weakened, but boiling within him was a demonic vigor that fueled him. Reaching down he plucked the Sparrow off the ground, gazing into her pretty face and scanning her with one eye.
"We'll meet again, Cyggie. Not even-a dragon'll keep ya away from me." Then, raising her for the dragon's benefit, he carefully wrapped his flail around her delicate throat. "I'll tell ya what, dragon." he addressed, striding past the conflicts and the fires until he was at the camp's walls. "Don't care how fast ya move, one thought from me'll be all it takes for her to burn. So if ya want her so bad, yer gonna be doin' it the old fashioned way: You got loot, yer a dragon. Give me somethin' good, and you walk away with your purchase. You attack, blast me, bite me, yank me, you'll find your purchase will require some assembly. We can walk away all happy, or we all lose."
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Fol-lu, Skywarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 123
Age: Pretty Dang Old
Physical Description: Fol-lu has two forms, one which is his human form. In this form, he appears as an elegant looking man standing at an even 6’0’’ with long black hair. This is only his preferred mortal form, however, and he can take others if need be.
His draconic form is is that of an enormous feathered dragon, with a gleaming golden gem (the Dragon's Tear) embedded in his forehead, just between two golden eyes. The gem radiates with magical power, granted only to the Skywarden. The Skywarden's true form is roughly 200 feet long, and it is in this form that he is most powerful. He has the ability to decrease the size of this form at will.
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Clothes and Equipment: Fol-lu wears whatever is appropriate for the situation, whether that be a garb of silken finery or a set of comfortable traveling clothes. He also wears armor in battle at times, and commonly uses a polearm of legendary qualities. The weapon’s shaft is about as long as a short spear, except it is tipped with a long single edged blade that curves upwards at the tip for increased slashing power, this weapon is commonly referred to as a glaive. His weapon and armor can be summoned at will through the use of magic, since carrying around such things are an inconvenience one with power such as Fol-lu's does not have to deal with.
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Registered: Feb 15, 2016 20:58:32 GMT -8
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Post by Fol-lu, Skywarden on Jan 23, 2018 20:25:36 GMT -8
The dragon's golden eyes would fall upon Vash, the golden gem in the set in the dragon's forehead flaring ominously with magical energy, yet he held back for now. Normally he would have killed the creature that stood before him so arrogantly without a second thought, perhaps this was a testament to how much the dragon actually valued The Sparrow staying alive.
If you value your own life you will not kill her, but very well I can give you 'something good' if you so desire...
The dragon's voice could be heard again but now only within Vash's mind. There at the gnoll's feet materialized a small chest, the vague outline of the container appearing in blue lines of mana momentarily before it filled out in between. This was much like the magic Fol-lu used to materialize his armor and other possessions he may have had. That small chest was filled to the brim with gold coin, something offered to him long ago which had no use to him until now.
The dragon watched Vash very closely now.
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Vash the Black
Established
Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 15 (About 30 in gnoll years)
Physical Description: A seven-foot-tall, four-hundred pound ball of muscle, fur, and teeth. Vash is a gnoll, a hyena-like humanoid known for their slaving and marauding. His fur, charred by phoenix fire is now blackened. In the thick of battle his eyes have been known to shine red with an inner light of ferocity.
Due to a rather intense run-in with a phoenix, Vash's face and much of his stomach was terribly scared, leaving him with one milky white eye. To cover the melted flesh and exposed bone he wears a metal mask over his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: Vash wears plated metal armor, but little else in the way of adornments. Has been known to occasionally wear trophies of particularly fulfilling battles, but his lack of sentiment and forgetful nature means he often loses or abandons them, leaving farmers and peasants to find gruesome remains at times.
He carries with him a flail he's affectionately called Meteor, which, exposed to great heat, has unleashed new powers. Namely the ability to create a spinning wheel of fire. It also deals additional fire damage with every blow.
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Registered: Dec 3, 2017 22:33:06 GMT -8
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Post by Vash the Black on Jan 23, 2018 20:36:49 GMT -8
Glancing down at the chest that appeared at his feet, for a beat the gnoll could hardly believe it. Even so, he was no fool. If this beast could materialize this chest, he could likely teleport it back just as quickly. Snapping at a nearby goblin he got the terrified creature's attention.
"Get me antimagic rope, now!" he barked. Once the goblin had returned, mercifully quick as the fighting took place, he nodded. "Tie that chest up. Put some inside, too!" with a nod the goblin followed his demands, pooling some rope inside while tying the chest up securely. Once he was satisfied with his now-subordinate's work he approached the dragon, only by a few steps. Not quite close enough to be grabbed in its mouth, but close enough that hopefully the feathered being wouldn't have to get much closer to the chaos. He'd honor their deal, the only worry is if the dragon would do the same.
"It's on yer honor now if you kill me, dragon, ain't much I can do to stop ya." he declared before unwinding the chain that bound Sparrow and setting the unconscious woman down. Stepping back he stared up at the dragon. It got what it came for. Now, hopefully it would leave him alone.
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The Sparrow
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 184
Physical Description: Golden-haired, silver eyes and a peach complexion, with a dancer's body (athletic, willowy, trim, long-legged). Rough calloused palms, with light scars scattered over her skin, ranging from old silver to fresh pink. Has tattoos of large swan wings on her back that seem as if they could spring from her skin at any moment.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears whatever clothes are necessary to blend in with her environment. For her nocturnal activities she wears an enchanted cloak and mask, dark boots and clothing, an enchanted dirk, and a small leather sack. She has a pendant of a green stone with gold filigree and chain that she wears around her neck, tucked into her clothes and a silver ring on her right hand.
Player's online availability : Every now and again
Registered: Sept 16, 2016 15:29:33 GMT -8
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Post by The Sparrow on Jan 23, 2018 21:54:08 GMT -8
There was nothing beautiful about her now. Her body was bruised and battered all over again, and covered from head to toe in soot and ash, staining even in her blonde hair.
She was unconscious, and disturbing light as Vash lifted her, wrapping chains around her neck, making threats to find her again.
The Sparrow hung as limp as a corpse, her breathing shallow, barely a rise to her blackened chest. In the mud and wet outside the palisade of the camp, the Sparrow was prone and broken...
... Heedless to her rescue, heedless to the burning, heedless to the chaos. Simply asleep.
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Fol-lu, Skywarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 123
Age: Pretty Dang Old
Physical Description: Fol-lu has two forms, one which is his human form. In this form, he appears as an elegant looking man standing at an even 6’0’’ with long black hair. This is only his preferred mortal form, however, and he can take others if need be.
His draconic form is is that of an enormous feathered dragon, with a gleaming golden gem (the Dragon's Tear) embedded in his forehead, just between two golden eyes. The gem radiates with magical power, granted only to the Skywarden. The Skywarden's true form is roughly 200 feet long, and it is in this form that he is most powerful. He has the ability to decrease the size of this form at will.
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Clothes and Equipment: Fol-lu wears whatever is appropriate for the situation, whether that be a garb of silken finery or a set of comfortable traveling clothes. He also wears armor in battle at times, and commonly uses a polearm of legendary qualities. The weapon’s shaft is about as long as a short spear, except it is tipped with a long single edged blade that curves upwards at the tip for increased slashing power, this weapon is commonly referred to as a glaive. His weapon and armor can be summoned at will through the use of magic, since carrying around such things are an inconvenience one with power such as Fol-lu's does not have to deal with.
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Registered: Feb 15, 2016 20:58:32 GMT -8
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Post by Fol-lu, Skywarden on Jan 24, 2018 14:27:32 GMT -8
The dragon said no more to Vash, instead of turning his attention towards the broken and battered Sparrow. She was in quite a bad condition, naked and covered in soot and ash with various injuries. She was also unconscious, and at this Fol-lu was not pleased.
A small cloud formed under The Sparrow then, lifting her from the muddy marsh ground. The cloud hovered over to Fol-lu's back, depositing her safely upon it. The dragon's back was covered with a feathery soft white fur, and if she woke up at some point she would find it easy to remain upon the large dragon's back without falling off, almost unnaturally so even as he moved around.
With The Sparrow safe for now, however, Fol-lu would turn his attention back to the camp.
I said I would spare you, but I made no such promises for the rest, yet I cannot guarantee that you will survive if you stay here...
The dragon's voice rung once again in Vash's mind only, his tone ominous. The gem on the dragon's forehead glowed brightly now as he began to channel magic. Spreading his wings Fol-lu took to the air gaining altitude until he was high above the camp, far beyond the range of any of their weapons, and he would circle far above the camp for now. Nothing seemed to be happening yet, no incoming attack immediately obvious.
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Vash the Black
Established
Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 15 (About 30 in gnoll years)
Physical Description: A seven-foot-tall, four-hundred pound ball of muscle, fur, and teeth. Vash is a gnoll, a hyena-like humanoid known for their slaving and marauding. His fur, charred by phoenix fire is now blackened. In the thick of battle his eyes have been known to shine red with an inner light of ferocity.
Due to a rather intense run-in with a phoenix, Vash's face and much of his stomach was terribly scared, leaving him with one milky white eye. To cover the melted flesh and exposed bone he wears a metal mask over his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: Vash wears plated metal armor, but little else in the way of adornments. Has been known to occasionally wear trophies of particularly fulfilling battles, but his lack of sentiment and forgetful nature means he often loses or abandons them, leaving farmers and peasants to find gruesome remains at times.
He carries with him a flail he's affectionately called Meteor, which, exposed to great heat, has unleashed new powers. Namely the ability to create a spinning wheel of fire. It also deals additional fire damage with every blow.
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Registered: Dec 3, 2017 22:33:06 GMT -8
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Post by Vash the Black on Jan 24, 2018 15:19:53 GMT -8
Hearing the dragon's decree, he ducked slightly for stability as it began to flap its wings, kicking up a gale that shook the ground he stood upon and threatened to sweep him off his feet. This Legion wasn't worth fighting a dragon. There was no feasible way for him to combat it, and he had what he wanted. Grabbing his chest he hoisted it with some effort. He was nearly spent, but the adrenaline was kicking through him once again. The demon in his blood wanted him to win back his wounded pride as the feathered beast whirled around in the sky above, but he was no fool.
He had to get somewhere safe! No phoenixes, no dragons, no more godsdamned FIRE! Loping out of the encampment he didn't even glance over his shoulder as he left his encampment behind. [Exit with Meteor and Loot]
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