Demonlady Zuu of The Fallen
Committed
Roleplay posts: 72 
Age: Uncalculable
Physical Description: ===============================================
She stands at about four feet, eleven inches tall, a bit shorter than average. She has long, silky, brilliantly red and wavy hair that cascades down her back. Her eyes are a deep, fiery orange, and are filled with a tons of energy and cheeriness, though there is a great madness and danger deep, deep inside, if one looks hard enough. Her skin, while smooth and without a single blemish, is deathly pale, clashing greatly with her brilliantly coloured hair and eyes. Her teeth are clean and white, and her two canines are quite a bit longer and much sharper than the average, looking very dangerous. She has long, elegant fingers tipped by short, blood red-painted nails, the glossy polish shimmering in the slightest light, which extend into claws for battle. Perhaps the most eye-drawing feature on her, however, is her wings. Comparatively huge and coloured a beautifully iridescent crimson as brilliant as her hair, they stretch out wide when opened, and the tips drag on the ground when they’re not. She doesn’t appear to mind, however, having learned long ago how to cope. While she certainly is not the curviest of females, she still has a pleasant body, with an underwhelming, yet somehow elegant-seeming bosom, very slight hourglass figure, and an effeminate waistline and tone backside. Her arms and legs are both slim but well-toned, speaking of a life of activity and healthy -- if not extremely frequent -- eating. On the side of her neck is a long, slim tattoo of an angry-looking black serpent, curving with the contours of her throat.
Clothes and Equipment: ========================================
Zuu wears no armour and wields no weaponry. Instead, she uses her charming aura left over from when she was an angel to fool her victims into complacency before rabidly tearing them apart. She is much faster than your average vampire due to her slight figure and light weight. She tends toward quick, overwhelming strikes when battling rather than heavy one-hit destruction. She doesn't use weaponry, instead preferring to stick to shapeshifting and her natural nail-claws and fangs for battle. She is able to employ illusions and glamours to fool those who would hunt her down into thinking she is a simple farm girl, or a true angel, or whatever it is she feels she needs. She is known as the "Red Death" for her tendency to seek out and eliminate any survivors of her battles, even if they're on the run.
Registered: Sept 22, 2015 10:11:12 GMT -8
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Post by Demonlady Zuu of The Fallen on Jan 28, 2016 17:51:06 GMT -8
Zuu is about to charge at Maelik again, repeating her seemingly endless string of attacks, when a bright, holy light sears her flesh, causing her to hiss with pain. She turns to the new aggravation, an angellic-looking creature clearly of holy origib and bears her fangs.
"Who are you? An angel? I don't remember seeing you in the heavens before," says Zuu, her voice still tinged with hate, but tempered by curiosity.
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Maelik The Fellblade
Dedicated
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6l6vqPUM_FE
Roleplay posts: 390 
Age: Several eons.
Physical Description: Standing at 14' tall with an equal length for his tail and a 28 foot wingspan. Charcoal black scales with glowing crimson eyes and a maw full of needle sharp fangs. Muscular build though clearly draconian in nature.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a suit of spiked black armor with red trim, a silver helmet that covers the topside of his face and a little skull shaped necklace made of wood though it never seems to burn. His weapons of choice are dual greatswords made from a strange blackened hellish material that crackles with dark lightning and gives off a dangerous feeling.
Player's online availability : I check in almost daily although it may take about an hour or two to post back unless I'm busy. (This is my homepage so checking is easy :P)
Registered: Feb 20, 2015 23:09:59 GMT -8
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Post by Maelik The Fellblade on Jan 28, 2016 19:01:35 GMT -8
Maelik was as venomous as three dozen snakes as Lum came crashing into the area, dropping onto all fours and slinking back like a wild animal. One could swear that he was murmuring streams of curses under his breath but in what language or if they even made sense was unknown. Eventually even those merely dissolved into growls and snarls.
His remaining crimson eye rapidly moved from Zuu to Lum and back again endlessly, its slit pupil examining each of them as if he were sizing up a meal. Another small gout of black fire burst a short distance from his maw, in fact every exhalation was punctuated with a fiery period.
He hissed and bounded to the side, keeping his distance from Zuu but seeming to edge towards the trees, his wings trailing uselessly behind him. For Maelik everything seemed to be heavily distorted, as if a thick red lens was put over his eye and made everything look nightmarish and threatening.
His posture suggested that he not only on guard, he was on the knife's edge and about to attack.
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Xel'rath
Committed
Roleplay posts: 83
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: If Xel'rath has a true form, it is unknown as to what it really looks like. It can take on the appearance of anything or anyone with complete perfection.
Clothes and Equipment: None, Xel'rath can conjure anything it needs along with it's many forms.
Player's online availability : Unknown
Registered: Nov 3, 2015 18:47:56 GMT -8
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Post by Xel'rath on Jan 28, 2016 21:07:26 GMT -8
The young man's demeanor seemed to have a shadow grow upon it as he took in the scene, his face losing all emotion, all semblance of humanity. Even as he seemed to change so too did the surroundings, the very environment around him gaining a new sense of emptiness.
The pure rage that filled the air, the hostility, suddenly seemed to have a grown new darker undertone, a chilling and empty aura that permeated the air as Xel'rath let his previous inhibitions go, and made his presence all the more apparent. The aura was ever present, yet almost completely indiscernible, like a high pitch whine that is barely audible, yet still unsettling. Soon, the unsettling feeling seemed to grow even more, the call of the void growing ever stronger until one could almost swear they were standing on the edge of it, staring into an empty space that stretched on indefinitely. It would almost make one wonder as to the purpose of their very existence, and how little anything mattered in such a world, how useless any action would be with nothing to react to it.
Soon, it seemed the very essence of reality surrounding Xel'rath seemed to be warping. The scene would flash between the ground beneath Xel'rath as well as the trees surrounding him disintegrating into nothingness, leaving gaping voids of black in their stead, to just him standing there as he had always been a moment later. One could swear they felt the winds blowing towards the epicenter of the chaotic event only to then realize it had been blowing in the other direction all along. Soon, where Xel'rath had originally been standing seemed to become a point that could be contended. One tree in particular looked familiar to the one he was standing next to, one would think, only to realize all of the trees looked the same, and then moments later see those trees gone once again, as the empty black overtook them, only to seemingly be replaced once again. Where they really being re-materialized however, or were they simply viewing the scene through the distorted sense of time? Was the surrounding landscape already disintegrated? Was it still there? Or would it be there if they tried to run outside of this increasingly alien world?
Eventually, if Xel'rath was successful in his attempt at leading them astray each one of them would soon find themselves suddenly alone, separated yet still somehow together within the same space. In this way he hoped to control this conflict and end it.
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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 28, 2016 21:41:33 GMT -8
Lum gives Zuu a strained smile, but does not answer her question. Her focus seems to be on Maelik. When the demon lord leaps away, she changes her stride, walking toward him. She is almost reaches him, when Xel'Rath makes his presence known. She remembers the aura of this creature, from when she met it in Merrimill. It was doing something, warping space within, or her perception, of the forest. Faced with the creatures darkness, Lum does what she always does, when someone tries to frighten her or lead her astray: She sings. Infusing her song with her faith, her hope, her love, her power. She does not know if it can pierce what is happening. She hopes Maelik, and Zuu can hear it. She hopes that it can help them find their own strength. She prays that regardless they can both stand against the darkness, and find their way to safety. She wonders what the strange empty creature wants, what it is trying to accomplish. |
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Demonlady Zuu of The Fallen
Committed
Roleplay posts: 72
Age: Uncalculable
Physical Description: ===============================================
She stands at about four feet, eleven inches tall, a bit shorter than average. She has long, silky, brilliantly red and wavy hair that cascades down her back. Her eyes are a deep, fiery orange, and are filled with a tons of energy and cheeriness, though there is a great madness and danger deep, deep inside, if one looks hard enough. Her skin, while smooth and without a single blemish, is deathly pale, clashing greatly with her brilliantly coloured hair and eyes. Her teeth are clean and white, and her two canines are quite a bit longer and much sharper than the average, looking very dangerous. She has long, elegant fingers tipped by short, blood red-painted nails, the glossy polish shimmering in the slightest light, which extend into claws for battle. Perhaps the most eye-drawing feature on her, however, is her wings. Comparatively huge and coloured a beautifully iridescent crimson as brilliant as her hair, they stretch out wide when opened, and the tips drag on the ground when they’re not. She doesn’t appear to mind, however, having learned long ago how to cope. While she certainly is not the curviest of females, she still has a pleasant body, with an underwhelming, yet somehow elegant-seeming bosom, very slight hourglass figure, and an effeminate waistline and tone backside. Her arms and legs are both slim but well-toned, speaking of a life of activity and healthy -- if not extremely frequent -- eating. On the side of her neck is a long, slim tattoo of an angry-looking black serpent, curving with the contours of her throat.
Clothes and Equipment: ========================================
Zuu wears no armour and wields no weaponry. Instead, she uses her charming aura left over from when she was an angel to fool her victims into complacency before rabidly tearing them apart. She is much faster than your average vampire due to her slight figure and light weight. She tends toward quick, overwhelming strikes when battling rather than heavy one-hit destruction. She doesn't use weaponry, instead preferring to stick to shapeshifting and her natural nail-claws and fangs for battle. She is able to employ illusions and glamours to fool those who would hunt her down into thinking she is a simple farm girl, or a true angel, or whatever it is she feels she needs. She is known as the "Red Death" for her tendency to seek out and eliminate any survivors of her battles, even if they're on the run.
Registered: Sept 22, 2015 10:11:12 GMT -8
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Post by Demonlady Zuu of The Fallen on Jan 29, 2016 11:59:43 GMT -8
"What is this trickery?" snarls Zuu, looking about her surroundings to find the source and hopefully ultimately kill it. The one thing that remains constant in thus strange illusion is Xel'rath, and so she growls animalistically and leaps at him, her disproportionately large wings giving her a major boost in speed and distance.
"Stop this at once!" she demands.
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Maelik The Fellblade
Dedicated
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6l6vqPUM_FE
Roleplay posts: 390
Age: Several eons.
Physical Description: Standing at 14' tall with an equal length for his tail and a 28 foot wingspan. Charcoal black scales with glowing crimson eyes and a maw full of needle sharp fangs. Muscular build though clearly draconian in nature.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a suit of spiked black armor with red trim, a silver helmet that covers the topside of his face and a little skull shaped necklace made of wood though it never seems to burn. His weapons of choice are dual greatswords made from a strange blackened hellish material that crackles with dark lightning and gives off a dangerous feeling.
Player's online availability : I check in almost daily although it may take about an hour or two to post back unless I'm busy. (This is my homepage so checking is easy :P)
Registered: Feb 20, 2015 23:09:59 GMT -8
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Post by Maelik The Fellblade on Jan 29, 2016 12:21:19 GMT -8
Maelik seemed to have lost any sense of rationality as he aimlessly growled and and clawed at the ground that seemed to be quickly disappearing beneath him. Under normal circumstances the Lord would know enough to not move at all and instead teleport away from the madness that was enveloping the world around him.
But these were not normal circumstances and his pain and hate invoked bestial subconscious couldn't comprehend such complicated ideas as magic. So instead he opted to hunker down and blast weak shots of warning fire at anything that got too close, usually the trees that appeared, cloned themselves and then disappeared once again.
His words were lost to him and his savagely torn wings and tail seemed just barely able to hold their forms as he wildly pivoted about to address each verdant threat with a blast of hellfire. He couldn't hope to understand what was going on around him and that made him scared. That fear quickly became frustration, and that in turn only fed into his endless vortex of hate and rage.
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Xel'rath
Committed
Roleplay posts: 83
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: If Xel'rath has a true form, it is unknown as to what it really looks like. It can take on the appearance of anything or anyone with complete perfection.
Clothes and Equipment: None, Xel'rath can conjure anything it needs along with it's many forms.
Player's online availability : Unknown
Registered: Nov 3, 2015 18:47:56 GMT -8
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Post by Xel'rath on Jan 29, 2016 15:13:18 GMT -8
The angelic singing of Lum'valia did not seem to have much of an effect on the powerful illusion magics warping the reality around her, much like the void itself it remained indifferent. Eventually however, Lum'valia would find herself free of the dark consuming void that surrounded her, back once again in the woods. A short distance away however, she would see Xel'rath or rather the form that he had been using at the time standing on the edge of the distorted space. It seemed she was now outside of it, along with him.
For every Xel'rath Zuu would attempt to strike down, it seemed another would pop up nearby. Whether she was actually attacking Xel'rath, albeit ineffectively, or if she was just chasing shadows would be indiscernible. It would not be long before she was covered in the blood of the these false forms. Demonlord Maelik's attacks seemed to have about as much effect as Lum'valia's singing had previously had. His attacks seemed to be just flying out into empty space rather than hitting anything.
Xel'rath would continue distracting both of them, while keeping them separate while he continued to gather more energy from the environment as it was disintegrated.
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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 29, 2016 15:32:12 GMT -8
Lum'Valia, stumbles slightly in her song when she is released from the illusion. She continues to sing though, adding more and more power. She hopes to pierce whatever veil Xel'Rath has made. Her song gains in strength, it is meant to sooth and guide Maelik and Zuu. She hopes to restore their senses, and lead them out of the illusion.
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Demonlady Zuu of The Fallen
Committed
Roleplay posts: 72
Age: Uncalculable
Physical Description: ===============================================
She stands at about four feet, eleven inches tall, a bit shorter than average. She has long, silky, brilliantly red and wavy hair that cascades down her back. Her eyes are a deep, fiery orange, and are filled with a tons of energy and cheeriness, though there is a great madness and danger deep, deep inside, if one looks hard enough. Her skin, while smooth and without a single blemish, is deathly pale, clashing greatly with her brilliantly coloured hair and eyes. Her teeth are clean and white, and her two canines are quite a bit longer and much sharper than the average, looking very dangerous. She has long, elegant fingers tipped by short, blood red-painted nails, the glossy polish shimmering in the slightest light, which extend into claws for battle. Perhaps the most eye-drawing feature on her, however, is her wings. Comparatively huge and coloured a beautifully iridescent crimson as brilliant as her hair, they stretch out wide when opened, and the tips drag on the ground when they’re not. She doesn’t appear to mind, however, having learned long ago how to cope. While she certainly is not the curviest of females, she still has a pleasant body, with an underwhelming, yet somehow elegant-seeming bosom, very slight hourglass figure, and an effeminate waistline and tone backside. Her arms and legs are both slim but well-toned, speaking of a life of activity and healthy -- if not extremely frequent -- eating. On the side of her neck is a long, slim tattoo of an angry-looking black serpent, curving with the contours of her throat.
Clothes and Equipment: ========================================
Zuu wears no armour and wields no weaponry. Instead, she uses her charming aura left over from when she was an angel to fool her victims into complacency before rabidly tearing them apart. She is much faster than your average vampire due to her slight figure and light weight. She tends toward quick, overwhelming strikes when battling rather than heavy one-hit destruction. She doesn't use weaponry, instead preferring to stick to shapeshifting and her natural nail-claws and fangs for battle. She is able to employ illusions and glamours to fool those who would hunt her down into thinking she is a simple farm girl, or a true angel, or whatever it is she feels she needs. She is known as the "Red Death" for her tendency to seek out and eliminate any survivors of her battles, even if they're on the run.
Registered: Sept 22, 2015 10:11:12 GMT -8
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Post by Demonlady Zuu of The Fallen on Jan 30, 2016 16:47:00 GMT -8
Zuu stops for a moment, calming slightly as she takes stock of her situation. Illusions. She, herself is a master of illusions, by her very nature. Perhaps she can out maneuver this creature with her own innate abilities.
Then, an annoyingly serene voice pierces the veil of darkness, the language familiar to her, bringing back memories of a time when her mind was not such a tumultuous inferno of rage and vengeful thought. When she was still a beautiful angel, with wings and hair of gold, and skin unblemished, kissed by the sun, rat her than scorned by it. She was glorious, once. Now what was she? Naught but a monster.
Anyone who's watching will see the internal strife play across her features, her face, for a fleeting moment, turning into the innocent, beautiful, doe-eyed face of an angel, despite her burning red-orange eyes and fangs. Then, it's gone as the rage takes hold once again, and she screams out at the darkness, rushing toward the voice with unnatural speed. She must stifle this trickery at once!
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Maelik The Fellblade
Dedicated
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6l6vqPUM_FE
Roleplay posts: 390
Age: Several eons.
Physical Description: Standing at 14' tall with an equal length for his tail and a 28 foot wingspan. Charcoal black scales with glowing crimson eyes and a maw full of needle sharp fangs. Muscular build though clearly draconian in nature.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a suit of spiked black armor with red trim, a silver helmet that covers the topside of his face and a little skull shaped necklace made of wood though it never seems to burn. His weapons of choice are dual greatswords made from a strange blackened hellish material that crackles with dark lightning and gives off a dangerous feeling.
Player's online availability : I check in almost daily although it may take about an hour or two to post back unless I'm busy. (This is my homepage so checking is easy :P)
Registered: Feb 20, 2015 23:09:59 GMT -8
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Post by Maelik The Fellblade on Jan 30, 2016 17:03:34 GMT -8
The song pounded away at Maelik like a gavel, slamming him over and over again with its serenity. He hissed and spat but he couldn't force it to go away, eventually his sudden jerking motions caused whatever sinew was holding his wings and tail together to rip apart. But the far gone monster didn't seem to notice even as massive amounts of thick black ichor seeping out onto the ground.
He thrashed about for a while longer, his actions probably not hitting anything although if he did manage to slap a tree or something it work almost certainly be demolished. After some time his movements became more sluggish, his eye drooped and his black hide seemed to get a few shades lighter. He still saw the world in a hateful haze but now everything was coming to him in duplicates, sometimes even triplicates.
With a weak growl he'd let loose another blast of hellfire, this one aimed for where he perceived the music was coming from before his arms gave out and he fell to the ground, still snapping his jaws from time to time.
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Xel'rath
Committed
Roleplay posts: 83
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: If Xel'rath has a true form, it is unknown as to what it really looks like. It can take on the appearance of anything or anyone with complete perfection.
Clothes and Equipment: None, Xel'rath can conjure anything it needs along with it's many forms.
Player's online availability : Unknown
Registered: Nov 3, 2015 18:47:56 GMT -8
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Post by Xel'rath on Feb 1, 2016 11:29:21 GMT -8
If Xel'rath had the need to display human emotions at the moment, he would appear to be pleased, but otherwise his form seemed to remain emotionless, the visage of Delmar Laurent not moving an inch as he continued to channel the illusion without pause as he spoke,
"Good, it seems your friend has tired out now, and won't be a danger, or perhaps less of a danger," Xel'rath said, his tone even throughout, and sounding somewhat detached from the situaiton. A moment later, Maelik's form would materialize near Lum'valia, still in a daze.
"As for the remaining one, she is still a danger, I would rather neutralize her before she figures out a way out of the illusion, it seems this one has some knowledge of the magic I use against her for now."
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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 Feb 1, 2016 11:39:40 GMT -8
Lum'Valia does not cease her song, but she does smile gratefully at Xel'Rath. She is a little surprised that it is helping, but she isn't one to question motives. She moves toward the deranged Maelik, her song changing to a soothing lullaby. She as she gets closer, she crouches down, extending a healing hand. |
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Maelik The Fellblade
Dedicated
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6l6vqPUM_FE
Roleplay posts: 390
Age: Several eons.
Physical Description: Standing at 14' tall with an equal length for his tail and a 28 foot wingspan. Charcoal black scales with glowing crimson eyes and a maw full of needle sharp fangs. Muscular build though clearly draconian in nature.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a suit of spiked black armor with red trim, a silver helmet that covers the topside of his face and a little skull shaped necklace made of wood though it never seems to burn. His weapons of choice are dual greatswords made from a strange blackened hellish material that crackles with dark lightning and gives off a dangerous feeling.
Player's online availability : I check in almost daily although it may take about an hour or two to post back unless I'm busy. (This is my homepage so checking is easy :P)
Registered: Feb 20, 2015 23:09:59 GMT -8
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Post by Maelik The Fellblade on Feb 1, 2016 11:49:40 GMT -8
Maelik would feel a strange sensation as he was transported about the place until he found himself near the source of the earlier singing. Something deep in him found the voice to be comforting but that 'something' was beaten down by the overwhelming urge to strike out at her.
His arms may have been basically useless and his body was just in general weak from loss of blood but his neck still had the strength to allow him to dig his chin into the dirt and slowly pull himself closer to her. Once he was near enough to her to physically touch her he'd try to wrap his jaws around her leg, although even if he managed it there would be barely any power in the bite at all. He may as well have been gumming her for all the damage he was capable of outputting.
Still he persisted though, quiet growls and diluted snarls accompanying the occasional leg spasm. His aura however was another story, it was still holding strong and even though he wasn't able to focus it in any useful way (like regeneration) but its sheer evil pressure was something to be careful around.
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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 Feb 1, 2016 12:20:04 GMT -8
Lum's aura fights against the demonlords. It is a struggle, their aura’s are polar opposites, but she pushes through. She gets closer to Maelik, when he tries to bite her she gently stops him. She moves his head out of the way; then using her draconic strength and speed, she wraps him in a hug. With his arms effectively pinned, Lum’Valia tears streaming down her face, tightens her grip. Still singing her sweet lullaby, she floods Maelik with light magic closing his wounds, fixing his eye, replenishing his blood.
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Maelik The Fellblade
Dedicated
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6l6vqPUM_FE
Roleplay posts: 390
Age: Several eons.
Physical Description: Standing at 14' tall with an equal length for his tail and a 28 foot wingspan. Charcoal black scales with glowing crimson eyes and a maw full of needle sharp fangs. Muscular build though clearly draconian in nature.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a suit of spiked black armor with red trim, a silver helmet that covers the topside of his face and a little skull shaped necklace made of wood though it never seems to burn. His weapons of choice are dual greatswords made from a strange blackened hellish material that crackles with dark lightning and gives off a dangerous feeling.
Player's online availability : I check in almost daily although it may take about an hour or two to post back unless I'm busy. (This is my homepage so checking is easy :P)
Registered: Feb 20, 2015 23:09:59 GMT -8
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Post by Maelik The Fellblade on Feb 1, 2016 12:31:24 GMT -8
Lum's healing quickly closed his wounds and the strength was just as quick to return to his limbs, soon his pathetic struggle became a great deal more vicious. He had only been able to regain a small measure of his former power but already Lum may feel some strain as he tried to wiggle his arms loose.
Like a cornered viper he spat and snapped up, his head unable to turn down enough to get anywhere near Lum. So instead he recklessly shot fireballs up into the sky, his eyes shooting around wildly. If her healing magic continued to heal him the Lord would get progressively stronger and stronger until he arrived to a point in which he was dangerously close to out-muscling the dragoness. And then, out of nowhere he went completely limp, his head lolling to the side. If she took the time to look Lum would notice that he was frothing at the maw and his long forked tongue was hanging out from the side, and while his eyes were shut they were obviously going wild under the lids.
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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 Feb 1, 2016 12:42:33 GMT -8
Lum's unshakable faith in others, meant that even as Maelik's strength returned, she refused to let him go. When he went limp she continued to restore him until, finally, he was completely healed physically. However he was now unconscious, and he appeared to be sick. Sickness normally posed no issue to her, light magics made healing wound simple, and holy magics could cleanse any malady. Maelik was a demon though, and while she could heal his body with light magic, she couldn't heal him with holy magics. She releases him from her embrace, leading him gently to the ground. Cupping his head in her hands, she stops singing.
"Maelik, it's Lum. I need you to wake up, and talk to me."
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Maelik The Fellblade
Dedicated
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6l6vqPUM_FE
Roleplay posts: 390
Age: Several eons.
Physical Description: Standing at 14' tall with an equal length for his tail and a 28 foot wingspan. Charcoal black scales with glowing crimson eyes and a maw full of needle sharp fangs. Muscular build though clearly draconian in nature.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a suit of spiked black armor with red trim, a silver helmet that covers the topside of his face and a little skull shaped necklace made of wood though it never seems to burn. His weapons of choice are dual greatswords made from a strange blackened hellish material that crackles with dark lightning and gives off a dangerous feeling.
Player's online availability : I check in almost daily although it may take about an hour or two to post back unless I'm busy. (This is my homepage so checking is easy :P)
Registered: Feb 20, 2015 23:09:59 GMT -8
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Post by Maelik The Fellblade on Feb 1, 2016 12:56:18 GMT -8
The Lord seemed quite unresponsive to Lum's request, although he did sputter and cough out some more foam when he was laid down. His eyes still darted about under closed lids and now his fingers and toes started to twitch about as his heart beat increased in frequency from once a minute to twice a second.
Eventually hellfire would amass in the back of his throat, drying the froth up and casting an ominous glow out of his open maw like an evil flashlight. Another cough and this time instead of foam there came smoke, and drifting upwards with it came the indistinct sound of thousands of people screaming.
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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 Feb 1, 2016 13:04:12 GMT -8
Lum practical knowledge of medicine was limited. Her knowledge of demon physiology was nonexistent. However, she was pretty sure she didn't like what was happening. At a lose, she tries slapping the demonlord. She rears back her hand, and taps him lightly on the cheek.
"Maelik, please wake up."
She is pretty sure when mortals try this, they slap harder. So she tries hitting him harder. Unfortunately she can't sum up the will to hurt him, so she taps him lightly on the cheek again.
"Wake up. Pretty please?"
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Maelik The Fellblade
Dedicated
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6l6vqPUM_FE
Roleplay posts: 390
Age: Several eons.
Physical Description: Standing at 14' tall with an equal length for his tail and a 28 foot wingspan. Charcoal black scales with glowing crimson eyes and a maw full of needle sharp fangs. Muscular build though clearly draconian in nature.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a suit of spiked black armor with red trim, a silver helmet that covers the topside of his face and a little skull shaped necklace made of wood though it never seems to burn. His weapons of choice are dual greatswords made from a strange blackened hellish material that crackles with dark lightning and gives off a dangerous feeling.
Player's online availability : I check in almost daily although it may take about an hour or two to post back unless I'm busy. (This is my homepage so checking is easy :P)
Registered: Feb 20, 2015 23:09:59 GMT -8
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Post by Maelik The Fellblade on Feb 1, 2016 13:16:12 GMT -8
Light taps weren't going to cut it for the comatose demon, although by now he was also muttering something in addition to his other symptoms. If Lum were to judge based on the few scattered slurs coming from him then she'd assume that he was reliving some memories from his past, although the horrible sounding cough interrupted him at times.
"... Not the spear please... Nooo..." he half whispered as his body convulsed violently, and it would continue on for some time until the substance of his mutterings took a far darker turn.
"Let's see... how you like the... fire..."
Another spasm and then he fell both deathly silent and gravely still, the fire slowly receding back into his being.
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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 Feb 1, 2016 13:27:04 GMT -8
Not used to dealing with a sickness she couldn't heal, Lum begins to get anxious. Tears begin welling in the corner of her eyes, and she tries to think. After a moment an idea occurs. She rushes off into the woods, and returns a few minutes later with buckets of water. She splashes one into Maeliks face.
"Maelik if you don't wake up now I'll... I'll cry."
It wasn't much of a threat, but she wasn't very good at threats.
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