Karath Durson
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Roleplay posts: 168 
Age: 27
Registered: Oct 27, 2015 20:59:28 GMT -8
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Post by Karath Durson on Nov 12, 2015 16:38:38 GMT -8
Karath led the angelic girl and Alden out of town. He had purchased a ride from a carriage down the mudsoaked road to the border of Medan, and disembarked before the wooded expanse that divided the two nations. Cold, humid air still clung from recent rains, grass glistening in dull light and puddles dotting the land. A forest loomed ahead, towards which he strode. He seemed to know exactly what he was doing, moving without pause, into the depths of the woods.
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Reyna Dyre
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Roleplay posts: 61 
Age: 21
Physical Description: Reyna Dyre is tall, with a slender ivory figure. She has long white locks that flow down her back and bangs that cover her eyes, thus her eye color is undetermined. Her limbs are long and slender, feet and hands small and dainty.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears a simple white gown, that was given to her upon entering Eden. She carries nothing with her, having had everything taken by Castiel, an angel with the desire to dominate his fellow angels.
Player's online availability : All the time
Registered: Nov 12, 2015 10:18:15 GMT -8
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Post by Reyna Dyre on Nov 12, 2015 16:53:08 GMT -8
During the ride, Reyna would remain oddly silent and still, eyes fixated upon something lurking within the shadows. Her thoughts, however, were fixated upon an entirely different being altogether, and as they disembarked she gazed up at the looming forest. The air was cold, humid, the grass glistening. As soon as Karath begin to walk into the depths, Reyna followed him silently.
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Karath Durson
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Roleplay posts: 168
Age: 27
Registered: Oct 27, 2015 20:59:28 GMT -8
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Post by Karath Durson on Nov 12, 2015 16:59:13 GMT -8
"Shouldn't be too much farther now..."
The dim lighting of the afterstorm diminished further under the canopy of rainsoaked leaves still dripping on them as though it still rained. The forest got darker and darker, thicker and thicker, until heavy mists began to swirl above the ground and linger in the air.
The fog got thicker and thicker. Karath possessed one lantern but no others. He lit it with a flick, magical flame illuminating its glass frame. It was still light enough to see, but nightfall was around the corner.
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Alden Marshal
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Roleplay posts: 1,420
Age: 30
Physical Description: Alden is 6 even, with shoulder length messy black hair, and several days worth of beard stubble. He is handsome, with a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a perpetual grin that makes him seem younger than he really is. His bright green eyes, constantly sparkle with barely contained mirth. He has the lithe well muscled body of a swordsmen, and he moves with considerable grace and dexterity.
If one where to take more thorough examination of Alden's eyes they may notice a further detail. Around the outside edge of his iris's there's an intricate series of minuscule grey runes.
Alden rarely removes his shirt, but should someone see him with it off, they would find his body to be covered in scar tissue. Starting from just below his neckline, there is very little space that does not sport some relic of a past injury. A particularly observant person may also note that among these scars, some are a bright scarlet. These scarlet scars form an intricate series of runes hiding among the others.
Those of a more magical bent may be able to decipher the runes in his eyes and on his skin. Identifying them as sigils more commonly found on magical items. The most obvious effect of the runes on his body, are increased speed, strength, and durability.
The runes on his eyes give him the ability to detect magical auras and residue, as well as allowing him to see through low level illusions and glamours. They also maintain his vision regardless of the current light level, and even if there is a sudden shift. His eyes are also capable of dropping into the infrared spectrum in complete darkness.
The rune work on his body enhances his natural strength, speed, endurance, durability, and reflexes to almost super human levels. The effects make him a formidable opponent for most magical creatures though only because they are supplemented by exceptional skill.
This means that all though he is almost super human in a straight contest of strength or speed he would most likely loose to most other magically enhanced humanoids such as vampires or were wolves.
Alden's runes also greatly increase his healing rate allowing him to recover from injuries that would normally take a few months for a person to recover from in a few short weeks. Not only do Alden's runes accelerate healing they also enhance it. A normal persons body will repair itself until it is functioning again then stop, thanks to the runes Alden's body will continues to fix itself until it is in near perfect condition. His healing abilities enhance his already prodigious stamina as it repairs muscle damage and lactic build up and it also increases longevity as he does not accumulate long term damage as most people do.
Finally his body runes provide protection from people attempts to find him magically. Detection spells will be obfuscated their readings on his location being off by about 20 meters. Long distance scrying and tracking spells are only able to narrow down his area to somewhere within a mile radius. It should be noted that these protections can be overcome by someone with sufficient power or ingenuity.
His runes cannot be removed unless they are cut off of his body using an appropriate ritual knife and magic. If the runes are disrupted in any other way they will simply grow back in a few weeks time.
The final thing that only someone versed in rune craft and enchanting would be able to tell is this: The process of these runes being carved into his bodies would have been unbelievably painful. A normal person would have been driven insane or to suicide if they had this happen to them. During the carving process un-directed magical energies would begin to take hold and tear apart your soul. The pain this would not cease until the rune pattern was completed. This means the pain caused would be on a spiritual and physical level of incredible magnitude.
Clothes and Equipment: Read this post for equipment update: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/27933
A re-paired and enchanted grey cloak, leather armor, twin short swords, bag of candy, full water skin, a few days worth of travel rations, enchanted leather boots, and a brace of throwing knives.
Player's online availability : On and off during the day, more active during evenings (EST)
Registered: Oct 30, 2015 14:59:43 GMT -8
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Post by Alden Marshal on Nov 12, 2015 17:15:07 GMT -8
Alden seemingly oblivious to both the mood of his companions and of the surrounding forest is smiling while looking around at everything. Alden starts violently then says.
"Oh right! Before we go further what can you guys actually do. I can see magic in you both but can either of you actually fight? Have either of you killed before? Just so I know what I should do if we have to fight."
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Reyna Dyre
Committed
Roleplay posts: 61
Age: 21
Physical Description: Reyna Dyre is tall, with a slender ivory figure. She has long white locks that flow down her back and bangs that cover her eyes, thus her eye color is undetermined. Her limbs are long and slender, feet and hands small and dainty.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears a simple white gown, that was given to her upon entering Eden. She carries nothing with her, having had everything taken by Castiel, an angel with the desire to dominate his fellow angels.
Player's online availability : All the time
Registered: Nov 12, 2015 10:18:15 GMT -8
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Post by Reyna Dyre on Nov 12, 2015 17:17:05 GMT -8
"I don't like darkness..." Reyna muttered, staying as close as she could to Karath without making him uncomfortable. To any angel, even a fallen, the darkness was something terrible that was never spoken about. Through the lingering mist, she swore she could see shifting shapes emerge and fade within.
Her eyes widened as he lit the lantern, staring into the flame before looking away. "Are you sure?"
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Karath Durson
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 168
Age: 27
Registered: Oct 27, 2015 20:59:28 GMT -8
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Post by Karath Durson on Nov 12, 2015 17:20:42 GMT -8
"I can handle myself just fine, but we shouldn't encounter anything where we're going... the place is unfit for life," he said with a firm aftertone, though kept on trudging along. Reyna hung close. Her presence was soothing to him in a distant way, and he knew she would begin to get somewhat scared. "We'll be fine." They had passed into the Misty Woods. |
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Ashani
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Roleplay posts: 130
Age: 16
Registered: Nov 8, 2015 12:38:13 GMT -8
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Post by Ashani on Nov 16, 2015 0:06:53 GMT -8
----------------- Should Smertas follow her this far, they would indeed get much closer to their destination... it was here that field slowly turned into woods, and where good boots and determination were a necessity due to the mud. Their walk had been brisk but lengthy. She explained how she was orphaned, liked to travel and study abroad in search of education, and used to live in Medan. The girl had a high degree of confidence and was socially well-practiced. "Here it is. The forest's edge. It's not far now..." The air was getting cold. Her breath could be seen as she spoke, and she pulled over her hood once more. |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 16, 2015 15:19:20 GMT -8
Smertas follows, mildly interested. It was for the people that he fought, and hearing their individual stories inspired him. Some initiative and overcoming adversity could be seen in this young lady already: orphaned, seeking education, traveling... and then to find him. Not only that, but seek him out for employment from a wanted notice put out by his relative.
Then the entrance to the spooky forest. Smertas had been in a forest rather recently; he entered with his sometimes-partner, Edyrian Talgan, to massacre witches and creatures of evil, and then went to the Free City of Isra whilst Edyrian made for Atlanticus.
It needs be said no more that he has experience with forests of evil.
"Now, ah, you said that you could feel something wrong with the place? What did you mean by that...?
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Ashani
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Roleplay posts: 130
Age: 16
Registered: Nov 8, 2015 12:38:13 GMT -8
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Post by Ashani on Nov 16, 2015 15:23:35 GMT -8
"Just..."
She shivered, but it was probably the cold breeze that dispersed the steam of her breath as she walked.
"More of an intuition, really... like you look at something and you just know... something's not right. And it's not always magical," she said.
Leaves crunched underfoot as daylight grew dim, both from a setting sun and a thickening canopy of twisted and knotted branches going bare for the winter.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 16, 2015 15:41:21 GMT -8
"Right... I know the feeling." As he walks, Smertas examines the area for anything out of the ordinary... or even too suspiciously in the ordinary.
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Ashani
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Roleplay posts: 130
Age: 16
Registered: Nov 8, 2015 12:38:13 GMT -8
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Post by Ashani on Nov 16, 2015 16:46:19 GMT -8
He'd be on his guard at least a good twenty minutes during the sunset. The world darkened and chilled, the lack of lighting growing ominous but also giving way to an observation: a tiny pinprick of light and a purple glow. Upon closer analysis it'd be revealed to be a small cottage, alone in the woods, a single candle upon its steps and an eerie glow from the shuttered window. Small but imposing, quaint but suspicious, it was no wonder Ashani had felt somewhat alarmed by who--or what--lived so isolated here...and why it just felt sort of... off. ----------------------------- |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2015 9:22:28 GMT -8
The silver dragon glided downwards from the sky and towards the thick edge, little ones trailing after her. While the children played and tumbled on each other, Efyriax's elegant head was lifted, looking... searching to see if anyone, or any dragon, had followed them.
I'm the large lava one! Roared Fyredor, spreading his little grey and silver wings wide. Lava is killing you both!
Oh yeah? Well I'm the white one in the dust cloud and I'm about to destroy you! Retorted Tyranor, pouncing on his brother.
You're both stupid. The one with the lightning was surely going to win, said their sister, Neytiri.
The brothers looked at each other, and immediately darted towards her. She gave a small shriek and took off, flying around their mother and landing on her back.
Mama! Mama! She cried.
The brothers scowled, and lifted their tails at her. She shot a small fireball back at them, and that caught Efyriax's attention.
Neytiri, the mother dragon scolded.
The brothers laughed between themselves.
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Lum'Valia
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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 Dec 1, 2015 19:04:37 GMT -8
Though still a bit shaky as she flies Lum'Valia manages to find the dragoness and her brood. It was fortunate they had not varied to greatly in their course during their flight Lum'Valia did not have the energy to find them by magical means. She lands a respectful distance away from the mother dragon and her kin and she says voice tired but still sounding like a beautiful lullaby.
"Greetings I am Lum'Valia I was involved in the fight you and your young ones saw earlier and I just wanted to make sure you were all okay."
Lum'Valia gives them all a tired draconic smile and fights very hard not to simply collapse again. She is however unable to stifle the grumbling of her stomach and her smile turn sheepish.
"My apologies I was quite drained after the fight I will have to find sustenance soon."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2015 19:11:44 GMT -8
Efyriax was teaching her children how to hunt birds, the sparrows within the forest when she saw in the distance that Lum'Valia was approaching. Her keen eyesight let her see the exhausted holy dragon miles away, and she was able to herd her children into the forest.
Neytiri, Tyranor and Fyredor were quiet but avidly watching as the other female dragon dropped to the Earth. She was clearly tired, but that meant nothing to Efyriax. As a mother, Efyriax knew that she'd be able to fight until her last dying breath if it was needed, and she didn't put it past any other dragon to be the same.
"We're fine," Efyriax answers, a little clipped, but polite enough. "That was quite a battle. Who started it?" she asked, having a feeling that it was the disgusting red dragon. Her children were too young for Efyriax to have taught them how Red Dragons were the Bane of the World, but now that they had witnessed the in action and Fyredor seemed to be idolizing Fundor, Efyriax would have to correct that.
Lum'Valia spoke about how she was hungry, and a small voice piped up from the thicket of the woods.
"She can have my sparrows!"
"And mine!"
".... I ate all mine...."
Efyriax turned to the darkness where her children were supposed to be hiding and hissed. They immediately fell quiet, and Efyriax turned her regal head back to Lum'Valia, awaiting an answer.
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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 Dec 1, 2015 19:22:27 GMT -8
"That is alright dears you can keep your sparrows, though I am very grateful that you would offer."
Lum'Valia says to the children her voice fills with endless compassion and love. Though she can not see the young ones she does look in the direction of their voices and does not turn her attention back to Efyraix immediately.
"They are very sweet children aren't they?"
Her voice turns slightly dreamy as she continues her fatigue starting to get the better of her.
"Who started it? I suppose that all depends on how you view such things the red dragon was the primary aggressor. I had asked nice farmer family if I could dine on some of their live stock when he approached me and accused me and the humans of being pest on his territory. I told him he should not be so rude and he took offense and tried to kill the family. I saved them of course and told him to depart, at which point he began to cast a spell. The first blow of the battle though was struck by Jarkoopi the blue dragon who struck the red with lightning."
Lum'Valia finds she no longer has the strength to stand and she lays down on her stomach. The cool forest floor feels nice on her scales and she can smell dear near by but cannot summon the strength to pursue just yet.
"I hope that answers your question. May I know your name please?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2015 19:58:04 GMT -8
Efyriax could sense that Lum'Valia was a kind and compassionate dragon, but it never hurt to be careful. Perhaps Efyriax was almost too careful, but given that she'd just witnessed Lum'Valia in a fight that had destroyed a large portion of farmland, Efyriax preferred to be on the cautious side.
"Yes, they are," Efyriax said with pride and maternal love, turning her head to look where her children were. She couldn't see them either, but she knew they were watching and itching to come out and meet the large dragon.
It would be the first dragon they ever met, aside from their mother.
Efyriax turned and watched Lum'Valia and how tired she was. For a moment, the silver dragon felt guilty. Perhaps she should get food FOR the holy dragon? But then, she didn't know if it was safe to leave Lum'Valia with her children.
"Yes, that sounds accurate for a stupid red," Efyriax stated. Then she bowed her head. "I am Efyriax, but the humans of my domain call me Silverstrike." She paused, and then spoke. "Have any of the other dragons followed you?"
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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 Dec 1, 2015 20:06:55 GMT -8
Lum'Valia very much wants to meet the children but knows it would be rude to ask. Besides she is so tired she was unsure if she would be able to provide the small ones much entertainment. Lum'Valia shakes her head slowly at Efyriax and murmurs.
"No I think two of them thought about it but I asked them not to. They were inside my sigil so they were inclined to comply, it overlays the celestial plane with the material one you know. It is so very pleasent inside it but it is so tiring to cast... oh my apologies I appear to be rambling."
Lum'Valia blinks in surprise at herself at takes a moment to gather her thoughts.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2015 12:02:11 GMT -8
"Hm," Efyriax said after Lum'Valia cut herself off. The cautious and distant air around the regal silver dragon was palpable, but there was also a distinct lack of fear, at least coming from Efyriax towards Lum'Valia. Perhaps it was that Lum'Valia was a holy dragon, and perhaps it was that Efyriax never feared for her life around other dragons.
It was always about the children.
"Stay here," Efyriax said. "I will take the children hunting and return with something for you." She didn't pause long enough for Lum'Valia to say anything back, and the silver dragon struck into the sky like a shooting star, leaving a blast of cool wind in her wake. The little cat-sized dragons that had been hiding in the dark woods also took off like bullets for their mother and they drifted over the forest.
A bit later, two large billy goats dropped to the ground in front of Lum'Valia, and Efyriax lowered on the other side of them, tucking her sharp, silver wings to her body. Her children slowly drifted down around her until they were sitting, their heads perked up and their eyes wide and staring at Lum'Valia. Efyriax, naturally, was more composed.
"Most things in the forest have gone to sleep, but for rabbits and foxes. These I took from a settlement." Efyriax told Lum'Valia. Then she bent her head down and nudged at her children. They stepped forward a little, awkward and entrapped by the vision of Lum'Valia. "These are my children; Fyredor, Tyranor, and Neytiri."
"How do you do?" They asked in unison.
The middle one cocked its head to the side. "Why are you so tired?"
The one to the left shoved him. "Don't ask that question!" Pause. "But why ARE you so tired?"
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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 Dec 6, 2015 12:54:21 GMT -8
Lum'Valia took the time in which Efyriax and her children left to rest and recuperate. She awoke when the goats where dropped in front of her and she says voice rich with gratitude.
"Oh my thank you very much."
When the children start asking questions she smiles indulgently and says kindly.
"Just a moment while I eat children and then I will answer your questions."
The goats are quickly consumed and with rest and food Lum'Valia has regained much of her faculties. She then says her voice once again strong a beautiful.
"I am much improved thanks to the assistance of you and your mother. And might I say it is a pleasure to meet you Fyredor, Tyanor, and Neytiri."
She bobs her head to each in turn impressively seemingly already able to tell each apart.
"As to why I am so tired, if you remember the fight you saw earlier I took an extreme measure to end it peacefully. I exhausted all of my energy to over lay the celestial plane from which I draw my strength over the material plane. Or if you prefer I turned the entire field into a little slice of heaven. As you might imagine children it is very hard to find the will to fight in heaven and the other dragons ceased there fighting after I was done."
She then says her voice still kind but with a tone of parental authority.
"I hope you know that such fights should be avoided, your mother was very wise to remove you as quickly as she did."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2015 14:44:08 GMT -8
"Look how much she eats in one gulp," whispered Tyranor.
He was quickly nudged by his mother, and Tyranor had the grace to look bashful for his words. Once she was finished eating, the children paid rapt attention to her. At the explanation of her spell, all three of their little heads tipped to the side, much like a confused cat.
"You made Heaven on Earth?" asked Neytiri, and then she tipped her head way back to look at Efyriax. "Mama, can you do that?"
Efyriax shook her head. "No."
They paid attention to Lum'Valia again, and they all enthusiastically nodded their heads.
And then.... Fyredor exploded outwards. "But I'll be the big red dragon! No one will fight me!" He gave a little roar as he stomped around menacingly, doing his best to re-enact as Fundor.
"Red dragons are generally very stupid and vile, Fyredor," Efyriax said, making the other two children snicker at their brother.
"I'd rather be a holy dragon," said Neytiri, waddling closer to Lum'Valia.
"Suck up," accused Fyredor.
"Am not!" answered Neytiri, sticking out her tongue.
"Are, too!" Fyredor said again, also sticking his tongue out.
"Children," warned Efyriax.
"But what about that other white dragon? Was it a holy dragon, too?" Tyranor asked, pouncing on his brother and gnawing on his ear.
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