Alden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 266
Age: 53(?)
Appearance: The reference image is a commissioned piece and is accurate.
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 cheekbones, 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 swordsman, and he moves with considerable grace and dexterity.
If one were to do a more thorough examination of Alden's eyes they may notice a further detail. Around the outside edge of his iris, there's an intricate series of minuscule grey runes.
Underneath his shirt, Alden's skin is a mass of 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 amidst the rest of the scars.
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Equipment: Alden's general loadout when he goes fighting consists of the following:
A twin set of enchanted shortswords. The simple straight blades are unnatural dark, absorbing rather than reflecting light. Giving the enchanted steel an appearance closer to cold iron. The guard has the Isran sun emblem emblazoned in a medallion shape just above the guard, which is wrapped in simple leather. The enchantments increase their sharpness and durability, as well as being able to ignite the blood of anything that he has pierced with either blade.
Numerous braces and hidden throwing knives all over his body. At one point, these were also enchanted but when the calamity struck he didn't have time to grab his original set. So these are all well-made but ultimately mundane weapons. Still, with his strength and skill, they can be quite deadly.
Unfortunately, at present, he is also missing his armour. His preferred armour is leather dyed in mottled black and greys, with strike plates sewn between layers for added protection. His old set was also enchanted for increased protection from physical and magical attacks.
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Skills and Abilities: Alden is, for lack of a better term, a weapon master. He has been trained to use almost any weapon you can think to name. Relentless daily training with each, with extraordinarily demanding expectations on performance and harsh incentives for failure giving a level of skill with most of them that make him formidable.
However, his preferred style involves twin short swords. While he is skilled with all of his weapons thanks to training, he discovered a natural talent with the blade. His level of skill when wielding his short swords is on another level entirely, nearly transcendent in his skill.
On top of that, he is a living magical enchantment. Carved into his body are a variety of runes that grant him numerous innate abilities. He is inhumanly strong, around three to four times stronger than a man in a similar state of physical fitness would be. This also applies to his endurance, speed, reflexes, and other physical traits. He also has regenerative abilities exceeding human normal, able to heal from even broken bones in a matter of days rather than weeks.
In addition, he is immune to most poisons and resistant to the rest. The runes etched into his eyes ensure he can see the same no matter the level of light and reveal magical auras to him. Runes along his back make him impossible to scry on directly and provide him a measure of resistance to magical attack. This, combined with training, also makes him immune to magical mental influence. Finally, runes on his feet dampen any sound he might make taking his already considerable stealth abilities to another level entirely.
Speaking of his training also included all of the skills one would think an Assassin should have. He knows how to mix poisons, move without being seen or making noise, scale walls, lie or disguise himself, pick locks, pick pockets, just for starters. He is also quite skilled at clerical work and he has some diplomacy ability after thirty years leading the Sun Marshals.
Beyond all of this, Alden also possesses an incredible amount of willpower. If Alden decides that he will do something, there is very little that can stop him from doing it. In fact, at present, the only thing that could deter him from a course of action is Captain Naoki. The former Empress is the only person he has any loyalty to and he often values her judgement on matters above his own.
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Biography: Alden was born to a small farming family in an out-of-the-way village. His parents named him Toan and until he was five his destiny was most likely to live and die on the same farm he was born. However, that all changed when Pride arrived.
The leader of a criminal group known as The Set, Pride offered his parents a sum of money that would make any poor farmer's heart stop. Enough money to change their lives forever and all he wanted was Alden, one of nearly a dozen children. A child that wasn't even old enough to help with chores around the farm yet. And the man as so nice, he wanted a ward that he could train to be a retainer how bad of a life could that be?
The answer to that question was basically Hell. Pride was a potent alchemist, enchanter, and scholar and he had but one goal in mind. To create a superior warrior. Alden was subjected to hellish daily training along with six other children. Forced to learn to fight with every weapon, against any foe, in any condition. His limbs were broken deliberately and he was forced to continue to fight and train in constant agony. And this was among the mildest of the ways he was trained.
The culmination of the training came when he was twelve. When he and the six other children were locked in a room and told that the only one who got to leave... was the only one to survive. Of course, surviving was hardly a reward.
Once Pride had only the strongest of the children left he proceeded to the next step of his plan. Alden's memories and identity were seared away as Pride carved runes into his flesh and his very soul. Transforming the young man into a living magical artifact and keeping him on a drug that suppressed all of his emotions.
From there Alden became the new Wrath of the set, a weapon meant only to slay those he was told to. That may have been all he would be but Pride made a miscalculation, Alden's runes helped him to build an immunity to the dosage meant to keep his emotions in check, a weakness made worse by Pride having let him keep his anger thinking it would make him a better weapon. Eventually, events conspired and Alden snapped when the only member of The Set to be kind to him, Sloth, was killed for threatening to expose Pride.
Alden, driven into a deeper rage than ever before killed Envy, Lust, Gluttony, and even disembowelled Pride. Greed manage to escape and Alden slaughtered everything in his path trying to catch the man. Eventually succeeding in his goal. Bereft of a target for his rage and the chase having left him in the middle of nowhere Alden finally collapsed the trauma and coming off of the dosage causing him to bury most of his memories.
He wound up in Isra where his talents and skill soon earned him the eye of the then, criminal Madam Naoki. She recruited him as one of her enforcers a role he continued as her power expanded and grew until she finally became Empress. His reward for his loyalty? Appointment to the head of The Sun Marshals her special police force, effectively making him her right-hand man.
During this time he also uncovered his own past and learned that Pride had survived, the man had made preparations for such an eventuality and his death only saw his soul moving to a phylactery as he became a lich.
Pride created a new Set, this time making each member just as he made Alden. Eventually, this culminated in Pride attacking Isra and his eventual, final defeat.
Decades have passed since that time and Alden, whose power kept him at his prime for years continued to serve Isra until the new calamity took him to The Island of Mists, his empress reduced to a captain and he now serving as her first mate.
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Allegiances: Naoki and Port Argentum
Place of Residence: Port Argentum
Registered: Mar 21, 2021 13:21:25 GMT -5
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Post by Alden on Nov 23, 2021 20:03:24 GMT -5
What Grandma was doing caught Alden's attention at the corner of his eyes but his focus was on the fight for the moment. Thus far he was... Not hopefully about the twos chances of success. Rune was certainly showing a level of tactical thinking. Biding his time before striking and aiming for the dragon's injured limb, trying to capitalize on the beasts weakness. However, that was to Alden's mind was the wrong move to make early on.
Dragon's were dangerous, intelligent, beasts and it would know that the wound would make the most tempting target and if your enemy knew which direction you planned to strike they could plan for it. Which the creature proved as it reared back and prepared to unleash its fire breath. Alden's eyes went wide and he darted forward worried he'd be too late and he damn near was but instead of flame it belched out only smoke.
One of the two combatants stumbled out of the smoke and Alden grabbed him and hauled him backward out of the way of the swing of the tail. "Run." He instructed turning Norman toward the group not currently in combat and urging him on, keeping a hand on him to make sure he doesn't stumble. Rune would have to handle himself, hopefully the mercenary proved more capable than it first seemed. For now he rejoined the group of Grandman and Naoki as he let someone else help Norman clear the smoke from his nose, eyes, and mouth.
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Elizabeth Finch
Established
Roleplay posts: 13
Appearance: Elizabeth, or Liz, stands at about 5'9", weighing in at about 160lbs, most of it muscle from years of riding and fighting. She has platinum blonde hair, usually tied in a ponytail to fit inside her helmet. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green that contrasts well with her tanned skin. She would be considered attractive if she ever removed her armor, otherwise, her face is the only indication that underneath the iron discipline and plate armor is an attractive woman.
Equipment: Liz wears a normal looking set of plate armor that is custom fitted for her specifically, and does not hide her gender. She wields a lance when mounted. Javelins are carried in her mounts saddle. Her mount is a young Griffin by the name of St. George, he is full grown in height, but does not yet have the full mass of a adult griffin. She wears plain clothes when not in armor and her shield bears the symbol of the Dawn Riders on it, and her breastplate bears the symbol of Isra on it. She wears a small necklace with a purple gemstone on it underneath her breastplate, only visible when she is unarmored. Her sword has the insignia of the midnight sun engraved in the hilt, as it is relatively out of sight and does not violate the military dress code. Her sword, a previously powerful and ancient Elven Blade, is now merely ancient, its abilities constrained to the occasional spark of electricity and its ability to shapeshift into a wrist band.
Skills and Abilities: She is a consummate swordswoman and rider, having trained from a very young age to not only fight mounted, but to lead mounted forces in battle. She can ride almost any creature and fight while mounted on it with minimal issues. On the ground she is a good soldier, but mounted she is exceptional.
Biography: She is incredibly strong-willed and stubborn, unlikely to change her course without very good reason. She has a good heart and does what she believes is best, but is not afraid of sacrifice. She is very aggressivee, even reckless, and has little concern for her own safety. She can be cold, distant, and arrogant when around people she doesn't know.
Registered: Mar 17, 2021 10:35:29 GMT -5
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Post by Elizabeth Finch on Nov 24, 2021 12:22:53 GMT -5
Liz saw Naoki's hand signal and offered a slight nod of her head in agreement. She made the same hand signal to the five riders that had joined her, maintaining a steady position in front of the Dragon's direction of movement. Another hand signal sent two circling to cover the dragon's flanks while she held her position in front, keeping out of reach unless the dragon were to take to the skies.
She would not risk any of her Riders to save someone foolish enough to attempt to fight a dragon on foot, though she was glad to see that Alden removed that one man from the fight. Wrong place, wrong time she hoped, unless there was two people stupid enough to attempt a dragon. Everything was ready for the Riders to engage, they only awaited a signal to swoop in and remove this threat.
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Rune Naimon IV
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Age: 22
Appearance: Rune is an androgynous young man. He is 164cm (5'4") tall and weighs 56kg (123lbs). His hair and eyes are noteworthy features, a bright pink and violet respectively. His hair is very long, reaching to his thin waist. He commonly wears his hair in an elaborate braid with various ribbons.
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Equipment: Rune usually wears an elaborate set of ornate armor that seems to be rather lacking as far as pure protection goes, foregoing such elements for more aesthetic purposes; Over his armor he wears a white furry cloak. A faint glimmer can be seen emanating from the armor in the lowest of lights, betryaing its magical properties. In combat, this glimmer grows to a quite noticeable glow.
At his belt, he wears a one-handed arming sword with a sleek silver blade that tapers to a point. The blade's cross guard and pommel are gold with intricate engravings of crosses.
Images of equipment: https://imgur.com/bJvBzot, https://imgur.com/U4FABuH
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Allegiances: New Isra
Registered: Mar 23, 2021 23:36:43 GMT -5
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Post by Rune Naimon IV on Nov 24, 2021 20:05:36 GMT -5
Rune had previously thought the dragon was too injured or otherwise unaware to have noticed his approach, as his previous yelling seemed to not elicit a response. Even so, Rune had some warning signs to pick up on as far as the dragon’s new found awareness came, namely the roar, but Rune’s keen eyes picked up the more subtle details as well as they appeared earlier. Not only was Rune’s hearing superhuman, but all of his senses were. Rune had already built up a lot of momentum with his hammer, spinning it around his body as he performed several acrobatic twists with his whole body, feet landing perfectly to roll into the next twist, each one building more power as he swung his huge hammer beneath around and over his body ( butterfly twists). Remarkably, he was closing the distance pretty quickly even while doing this, and he was mid acrobatic-charge when the dragon roared, but he had some time to adjust his target of attack now as the dragon lowered his head and retracted his injured leg. As the dragon’s smoke billowed out across the sand, Rune had planted upon the ground for the last time, landing upon the balls of his feet and rolling through into his next maneuver. Most likely much to Valignat’s surprise, Rune didn’t retreat from the smoke as it began billowing out and instead, Rune lept much further up in the air, and forward, twisting into more of a front-flip now as he pulled the hammer closer to his body, head of the weapon raised above his head as he his chin down into his chest and tucked his legs closer to his stomach. He had successfully transferred the massive amounts of momentum he had built up into a deadly aerial front spin led by his massive hammer ( Visual Guide), the speed of rotation increasing as he brought his mass closer to his own center of gravity. Rune narrowly avoided the smoke by flying above it. He had judged himself close enough to the dragon’s mouth by the time he had begun to shoot out a cloud of smoke so as to leap above the attack. The closer one was to the origin of the attack, Valignant’s mouth, the less time the smoke had to expand into the air after leaving his maw. This close to the source the smoke was more of a directed jet with lots of velocity as it shot out of the dragon’s mouth. With his trajectory, Rune’s was likely to connect with some part of the dragon as he focused on attacking with billowing black smoke, and then a tail-swipe, exposing his injured leg during the second attack.
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Lady Naoki
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 345
Appearance: Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed.
Allegiances: New Isra
Place of Residence: Port Argentium
Registered: Mar 16, 2021 22:31:18 GMT -5
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Post by Lady Naoki on Nov 25, 2021 17:20:54 GMT -5
Naoki looks on silently as the dragon lashes out and Rune starts flipping around every which damn way, arms crossed under her chest. She glances over as Grandma pulls something out of her robe, and does a small double-take. That’s not just Grandma’s pipe, that’s the good stuff.
Alden takes off, Naoki sighs, and shakes her head.
“Thank you, allow me,” she says, taking the ‘beaker’ from Grandma. After partaking of a small inhale, Naoki returns the ‘beaker’ and sighs again, a touch more relaxed than before.
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Valignat
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Appearance: Valignat is a 85 foot red dragon.
His wings are patchy with decaying holes. Wounds ooze with blood amidst a scattered hide of broken scales. The left leg is broken in multiple spots, barely attached.
Gold and red mana seep out of the wounds, slowly healing them. It seems like most of the magic is dissipating into mist.
Equipment: A wooden coffin bound with large gold and iron bands, held in one claw.
Skills and Abilities: Fire breath
Decay - Old wounds once healed by magic are now open. The remaining magic is enough to stop Valignat from bleeding to death if nothing else.
Registered: Nov 19, 2021 22:04:25 GMT -5
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Post by Valignat on Nov 26, 2021 18:55:06 GMT -5
CLANG! Pounded the hammer as it smashed into Valignat’s head. The dragon had seen the attack coming, direct as it was, but was already committed to a course of action and was too tired and injured to react very quickly. The best he could manage was to tilt his head and take the blow on one of his horns. The strike snapped the horn, connected with his skull, and sent a spike of pain through his head that almost made him lose consciousness. He reeled away from the strike and went into a somewhat controlled roll inorder to lessen successive hits that were more than likely coming. Smoke still billowed out of the dragon’s mouth as he spun away, but now a ball of fire could be seen emanating from within the dragon’s mouth. The jaws stayed clenched, holding the devastating attack back for just a little bit longer. Tendrils of fire licked out from behind the barred teeth. As Valignat rolled a coffin could be seen clutched in one of the dragon’s rear claws. It was made of dark wood and bound with gold and iron bands. Coming out of the roll in a crouch Valignat scanned for his foe ready to unleash fire and destruction.
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Coatl of the Imilla
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 143
Appearance: Skin just a skosh darker than an old clay pot. The shade of his hat occludes black, sun-beaten eyes, wavy, matted hair, and just enough beard to protect his chin. His hands are coarse and leathery, with wiry tendons. His height isn't quite imposing, it's but enough to lend credence to a purposeful stride and posture.
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Equipment: An old duster, scarf, and cotton shirt and slacks. A thin brigandine with copper plates and a military-grade pitchfork.
A single candle, a reagent of now forbidden degrees of power.
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Skills and Abilities: On his home turf, Coatl could manifest formidable elemental magic. Here the magic is suppressed down to more subtle manipulations. However, the spirit of Cuaté, the "Witch", is still with him.
Coatl is, at his core, a simple farmhand. His experience working on ranches and plantations has earned him a strong physique and a way with animals. When he was a teenager, he also spent some time as a city guard and militiaman, giving him basic competence with a variety of weapons.
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Biography: The Imilla Clan were migrant farmers and laborers, selling themselves to wealthier kingdoms. They were a people bound by working shanties, and stories of an Eden from whence their ancestors came. As a youth, Coatl felt they were naive. They possessed the most basic of martial skills and required the aid of capricious spirits with weak magic to protect them.
His suspicions were half true, for when they encountered a malevolent kingdom, they were very nearly enslaved. However, his parent's commitment to peace earned him, and him in particular, the loyalty of an ancestral spirit that was far more dependable.
Using the power of this spirit, Coatl and a few other "chosen ones" helped bring prosperity and safety to their clan, ensuring that no one else would try to enslave them. The golden years of their people came to an abrupt end, however, when the flood waters came...
Registered: Mar 20, 2021 23:42:08 GMT -5
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Post by Coatl of the Imilla on Nov 27, 2021 2:35:27 GMT -5
It was the first time Coatl had really seen Alden's speed in action. It was something to behold.
His hand had moved to within inches of his macuahuitl. But with Norman out of the way, the tension in his arm fell and he folded his arms and went back to observing. Rune was a skilled fighter, and Coatl had no doubt that in his own world, magic unmuted, he had been a superhuman terror on the battlefield.
Just as important, however, was the dragon's tactics. Despite being injured and frenzied, the dragon seemed to be making strategic decisions. Rolling with the punches (so to speak), reserving its flame, carrying an artifact with-
What in the goddamn?
The mystery of the coffin would surely reveal itself in due time. But if anything it only served as further proof of what Coatl had suspected and was afraid of. The creature was sapient. So naturally came the question of whether or not they were justified in killing it. It was a clear and present threat to their community. But then who had actually attacked first?
Coatl didn't advance, but once again his hand went for his weapon, its aura flaring with a silvery light. He felt he needed to be ready to intervene in case one of the two sides would land a fatal blow.
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Rune Naimon IV
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Age: 22
Appearance: Rune is an androgynous young man. He is 164cm (5'4") tall and weighs 56kg (123lbs). His hair and eyes are noteworthy features, a bright pink and violet respectively. His hair is very long, reaching to his thin waist. He commonly wears his hair in an elaborate braid with various ribbons.
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Equipment: Rune usually wears an elaborate set of ornate armor that seems to be rather lacking as far as pure protection goes, foregoing such elements for more aesthetic purposes; Over his armor he wears a white furry cloak. A faint glimmer can be seen emanating from the armor in the lowest of lights, betryaing its magical properties. In combat, this glimmer grows to a quite noticeable glow.
At his belt, he wears a one-handed arming sword with a sleek silver blade that tapers to a point. The blade's cross guard and pommel are gold with intricate engravings of crosses.
Images of equipment: https://imgur.com/bJvBzot, https://imgur.com/U4FABuH
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Allegiances: New Isra
Registered: Mar 23, 2021 23:36:43 GMT -5
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Post by Rune Naimon IV on Nov 28, 2021 1:19:10 GMT -5
Rune could feel the blow as it connected, the slightest triumphant grin spreading across his face as he felt the force of the impact reverberate through his hammer. Rune flipped one more time as he fell back to the ground, much of the momentum gone as he landed on his feet. Seeing as the dragon went reeling, Rune decided to press the attack, running after the tumbling dragon.
As he approached, he remained vigilant - A cornered monster was the most dangerous, and Rune felt like he had the dragon in a precarious position currently as it was clearly off balance from his last strike. His keen eyes then would see the ominous glow of fire between the dragon's teeth that had been absent previously. Perhaps this was the dragon preparing a fire breath, he thought.
Either way, Rune did not take much time at all to close the distance, his speed not allowing Valignat much time to recover from his first strike before Rune was upon him again. The hammer clutched in Rune's right hand would glow with a magical aura again - this time shifting into a great-sword with a very broad and long blade about the height of Rune himself.
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Valignat
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Appearance: Valignat is a 85 foot red dragon.
His wings are patchy with decaying holes. Wounds ooze with blood amidst a scattered hide of broken scales. The left leg is broken in multiple spots, barely attached.
Gold and red mana seep out of the wounds, slowly healing them. It seems like most of the magic is dissipating into mist.
Equipment: A wooden coffin bound with large gold and iron bands, held in one claw.
Skills and Abilities: Fire breath
Decay - Old wounds once healed by magic are now open. The remaining magic is enough to stop Valignat from bleeding to death if nothing else.
Registered: Nov 19, 2021 22:04:25 GMT -5
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Post by Valignat on Nov 28, 2021 2:09:04 GMT -5
As Rune charged the dragon’s eyes crossed while attempting to focus on the assailant. The beast’s head swayed in a daze, one horn smashed and blood slowly gushing from old wounds in the neck. A cry, soft but defiant in its effort, came from the dragon before a jet of fire exploded from its maw.
Valignat's head whipped back and the beam of fire went high, passing over Rune’s head as he rushed in. Flames of death burned indiscriminately behind the charging warrior, coming ever closer as the dragon brought its head down to find it’s target.
Sprawled on the ground and in great pain the dragon still managed to find joy in the sight of fiery destruction. The light of the fire, the smell of burning grass, the glorious ripping noise of the all consuming flames, all these things brought a sense of nostalgia and revelry. The joy of the moment brought with it a shot of adrenaline. Valignat focused through the pain, a plan springing into mind.
With a lurch the dragon attempted to shift its weight to get a better angle, but the pain in his left leg caused him to fall back with a roar. The flames suddenly ceased and Rune was upon him.
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Rune Naimon IV
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Age: 22
Appearance: Rune is an androgynous young man. He is 164cm (5'4") tall and weighs 56kg (123lbs). His hair and eyes are noteworthy features, a bright pink and violet respectively. His hair is very long, reaching to his thin waist. He commonly wears his hair in an elaborate braid with various ribbons.
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Equipment: Rune usually wears an elaborate set of ornate armor that seems to be rather lacking as far as pure protection goes, foregoing such elements for more aesthetic purposes; Over his armor he wears a white furry cloak. A faint glimmer can be seen emanating from the armor in the lowest of lights, betryaing its magical properties. In combat, this glimmer grows to a quite noticeable glow.
At his belt, he wears a one-handed arming sword with a sleek silver blade that tapers to a point. The blade's cross guard and pommel are gold with intricate engravings of crosses.
Images of equipment: https://imgur.com/bJvBzot, https://imgur.com/U4FABuH
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Allegiances: New Isra
Registered: Mar 23, 2021 23:36:43 GMT -5
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Post by Rune Naimon IV on Nov 28, 2021 16:38:49 GMT -5
Giant sword trailing behind him in a one handed grip, Rune rushed forward as the torrent of fire ripped through the air overhead, drowning out all sound with a veritable blast of fire. Even being in proximity of it nearly singed Rune, but he did not flinch or otherwise seem fazed. This was the type of action he was looking for, and now he could smell blood in the water.
Determination in his eyes, Rune attacked as the dragon tumbled back with one last step sending him leaping into the air and hefting his great sword overhead. The blade shimmered with a purple light and Rune let out a war cry as he slashed downward with all the strength he could muster. The blade lengthened even more as Rune swung at Valignat's leg - the monster hunter seeking to sever the limb in one powerful slash with the huge blade.
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Valignat
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Appearance: Valignat is a 85 foot red dragon.
His wings are patchy with decaying holes. Wounds ooze with blood amidst a scattered hide of broken scales. The left leg is broken in multiple spots, barely attached.
Gold and red mana seep out of the wounds, slowly healing them. It seems like most of the magic is dissipating into mist.
Equipment: A wooden coffin bound with large gold and iron bands, held in one claw.
Skills and Abilities: Fire breath
Decay - Old wounds once healed by magic are now open. The remaining magic is enough to stop Valignat from bleeding to death if nothing else.
Registered: Nov 19, 2021 22:04:25 GMT -5
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Post by Valignat on Nov 28, 2021 18:39:39 GMT -5
The dragon snapped out of its tumbling ruse. Without the need to control the flames he could now move much faster and he knew his opponent would be right beneath him. In one motion he found purchase with his back legs (one still clutching the coffin), and swung his head with a speed undisplayed so far. Menacing eyes locked with the determined ones of Rune as the dragon let loose another stream of flames.
There was no saving his leg, but it had been a necessary sacrifice in order to anticipate his target. Fire blasted the ground around Valignat, the flames licking at the dragon’s exposed flesh where scales had fallen away. Blood began to sizzle as wounds began to cauterize. Valignat continued torching the landscape, this time without stop. He began where Rune was then continued to wrap the flames around himself, engulfing himself in fire that both burned and protected him.
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Coatl of the Imilla
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 143
Appearance: Skin just a skosh darker than an old clay pot. The shade of his hat occludes black, sun-beaten eyes, wavy, matted hair, and just enough beard to protect his chin. His hands are coarse and leathery, with wiry tendons. His height isn't quite imposing, it's but enough to lend credence to a purposeful stride and posture.
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Equipment: An old duster, scarf, and cotton shirt and slacks. A thin brigandine with copper plates and a military-grade pitchfork.
A single candle, a reagent of now forbidden degrees of power.
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Skills and Abilities: On his home turf, Coatl could manifest formidable elemental magic. Here the magic is suppressed down to more subtle manipulations. However, the spirit of Cuaté, the "Witch", is still with him.
Coatl is, at his core, a simple farmhand. His experience working on ranches and plantations has earned him a strong physique and a way with animals. When he was a teenager, he also spent some time as a city guard and militiaman, giving him basic competence with a variety of weapons.
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Biography: The Imilla Clan were migrant farmers and laborers, selling themselves to wealthier kingdoms. They were a people bound by working shanties, and stories of an Eden from whence their ancestors came. As a youth, Coatl felt they were naive. They possessed the most basic of martial skills and required the aid of capricious spirits with weak magic to protect them.
His suspicions were half true, for when they encountered a malevolent kingdom, they were very nearly enslaved. However, his parent's commitment to peace earned him, and him in particular, the loyalty of an ancestral spirit that was far more dependable.
Using the power of this spirit, Coatl and a few other "chosen ones" helped bring prosperity and safety to their clan, ensuring that no one else would try to enslave them. The golden years of their people came to an abrupt end, however, when the flood waters came...
Registered: Mar 20, 2021 23:42:08 GMT -5
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Post by Coatl of the Imilla on Nov 28, 2021 19:14:17 GMT -5
The flow of battle was reaching a head, and the gloves were off. The dragon had unleashed fire, and Rune went from bludgeoneer to human guillotine. It was now or never. Coatl rushed in, wrenching his macuahuitl from the sand with enough speed to kick up a cloud. His magically-empowered frame closed the distance in seconds. Cuate had given him enough magic to make exactly one attempt at this. (He really missed the old world sometimes.) He leaped into the air. ENOUGH! ENOUGH! Both combatants would hear a woman's voice cry out in their minds simultaneously. And then both their fields of vision would erupt with sunlight. The flames would temporarily part, and the space in between Rune and Valignat would grow as cold as morning. Coatl landed in between them, his blade's aura muting the heat of the fire. His boots carved a trail in the melted sand, which instantly hardened like ice. Once the aura faded, the bearded roughneck's frame became visible. Coatl stood up straight and, without looking straight at him, held a hand up to Rune. His head and blade hand facing Valignat, he bellowed, "I can save your life, if you surrender and shut your flame-gouting trap for a second!" Not that there was much he could do if either combatant said no, but Coatl had a bull-stopping poker face, and Cuate was gracious enough to keep his eyes glowy and ominous-looking for good measure.
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Rune Naimon IV
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Age: 22
Appearance: Rune is an androgynous young man. He is 164cm (5'4") tall and weighs 56kg (123lbs). His hair and eyes are noteworthy features, a bright pink and violet respectively. His hair is very long, reaching to his thin waist. He commonly wears his hair in an elaborate braid with various ribbons.
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Equipment: Rune usually wears an elaborate set of ornate armor that seems to be rather lacking as far as pure protection goes, foregoing such elements for more aesthetic purposes; Over his armor he wears a white furry cloak. A faint glimmer can be seen emanating from the armor in the lowest of lights, betryaing its magical properties. In combat, this glimmer grows to a quite noticeable glow.
At his belt, he wears a one-handed arming sword with a sleek silver blade that tapers to a point. The blade's cross guard and pommel are gold with intricate engravings of crosses.
Images of equipment: https://imgur.com/bJvBzot, https://imgur.com/U4FABuH
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Allegiances: New Isra
Registered: Mar 23, 2021 23:36:43 GMT -5
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Post by Rune Naimon IV on Nov 30, 2021 20:21:58 GMT -5
Rune was somewhat surprised by the dragon's sly maneuver. He hadn't expected him to sacrifice his leg in order to get an attack in. There had been some indication of the dragon's plan, though Rune wouldn't have been able to react to it at all if not for his superhuman speed and reflexes.
In a shower of blood Rune cleaved straight through the dragon's leg, huge blade still coated in blood it shifted form again, its edges expanding outward as it formed a tower shield big enough for Rune to completely hide behind. A moment later the shower of blood was joined by a wave of fire, as Rune fell to the ground, he hunkered down behind his shield, it's face still glittering with magic ever so slightly. As he braced for the fire, though, he soon realized it wasn't coming at all, what had happened?
Getting up, Rune noticed someone else had stepped in. He was quite surprised, and then a bit angry. He didn't need help!
With a slightly pouty look on his face, Rune got up, dusting himself off with one hand while he propped the giant golden shield that was previously his weapon with the other.
Whoever this guy was, Rune didn't stay mad at him long as he got a better look at him. How had he not noticed this guy around before? He had a picturesque sort of... ruggedness about him that made Rune blush slightly.
"Here to save the day, eh?" Rune teased light-heartedly, perhaps mockingly. He didn't seem too focused on continuing the fight as of now, it seemed he was more so interested in Coatl.
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Valignat
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Appearance: Valignat is a 85 foot red dragon.
His wings are patchy with decaying holes. Wounds ooze with blood amidst a scattered hide of broken scales. The left leg is broken in multiple spots, barely attached.
Gold and red mana seep out of the wounds, slowly healing them. It seems like most of the magic is dissipating into mist.
Equipment: A wooden coffin bound with large gold and iron bands, held in one claw.
Skills and Abilities: Fire breath
Decay - Old wounds once healed by magic are now open. The remaining magic is enough to stop Valignat from bleeding to death if nothing else.
Registered: Nov 19, 2021 22:04:25 GMT -5
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Post by Valignat on Dec 2, 2021 4:29:56 GMT -5
"Surrender now, when I have just arrived?" Growled the dragon as he reared back, charging, one more gout of flames. He would test how powerful this mage was, then burn this pathetic settlement to the ground.
But as the dragon stood and unfolded its tattered wings for balance a woozy feeling swam though his head. Although fires still danced around them his body was cold. The world began to fuzz out. It seems he had lost too much blood.
The dragon toppled to the ground with barely a noise and lay there, breathing softly.
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Coatl of the Imilla
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 143
Appearance: Skin just a skosh darker than an old clay pot. The shade of his hat occludes black, sun-beaten eyes, wavy, matted hair, and just enough beard to protect his chin. His hands are coarse and leathery, with wiry tendons. His height isn't quite imposing, it's but enough to lend credence to a purposeful stride and posture.
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Equipment: An old duster, scarf, and cotton shirt and slacks. A thin brigandine with copper plates and a military-grade pitchfork.
A single candle, a reagent of now forbidden degrees of power.
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Skills and Abilities: On his home turf, Coatl could manifest formidable elemental magic. Here the magic is suppressed down to more subtle manipulations. However, the spirit of Cuaté, the "Witch", is still with him.
Coatl is, at his core, a simple farmhand. His experience working on ranches and plantations has earned him a strong physique and a way with animals. When he was a teenager, he also spent some time as a city guard and militiaman, giving him basic competence with a variety of weapons.
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Biography: The Imilla Clan were migrant farmers and laborers, selling themselves to wealthier kingdoms. They were a people bound by working shanties, and stories of an Eden from whence their ancestors came. As a youth, Coatl felt they were naive. They possessed the most basic of martial skills and required the aid of capricious spirits with weak magic to protect them.
His suspicions were half true, for when they encountered a malevolent kingdom, they were very nearly enslaved. However, his parent's commitment to peace earned him, and him in particular, the loyalty of an ancestral spirit that was far more dependable.
Using the power of this spirit, Coatl and a few other "chosen ones" helped bring prosperity and safety to their clan, ensuring that no one else would try to enslave them. The golden years of their people came to an abrupt end, however, when the flood waters came...
Registered: Mar 20, 2021 23:42:08 GMT -5
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Post by Coatl of the Imilla on Dec 2, 2021 12:43:51 GMT -5
Coatl tisk'd at the dragon's final display of bravado. He hated fighting dirty, but it wouldn't take much magic to guide wads of half-molten sand into the creature's eye sockets.
But, fortunately for both of them, the problem took care of itself. Or rather the blood loss took care of it.
Coatl relaxed a bit and carefully stepped over to the dragon's side. "The heart says no, but sometimes pain is the wisest friend you have." He examined the dragon's injuries. Having watched the battle closely, he noticed some of the wounds couldn't have been caused by Rune.
"How's it look, Cuate?" He asked flatly.
That's when the spirit revealed itself, a translucent, softly glowing golden sylph. The female form hovered several inches off the ground. She drifted through the air as if she were underwater, her hair trailing unnaturally around her scalp. The being radiated comforting warmth as a show of compassion. But her presence alone also represented a show of force.
We can stop the bleeding. Healing the wounds will take several treatments over a few weeks. Sorry big guy. Magic isn't what it used to be in this world. You probably shouldn't have tossed your leg away so frivolously.
There was something oddly familiar to the sylph about the dragon. And she wondered if the dragon would feel the same way about her telepathic voice.
Sand began to crawl up from the beach and towards the creature's wounds. It was glowing, but not with molten heat. Rather it was as if had been transformed into white quartz and had a little light source inside each grain.
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Rune Naimon IV
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Age: 22
Appearance: Rune is an androgynous young man. He is 164cm (5'4") tall and weighs 56kg (123lbs). His hair and eyes are noteworthy features, a bright pink and violet respectively. His hair is very long, reaching to his thin waist. He commonly wears his hair in an elaborate braid with various ribbons.
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Equipment: Rune usually wears an elaborate set of ornate armor that seems to be rather lacking as far as pure protection goes, foregoing such elements for more aesthetic purposes; Over his armor he wears a white furry cloak. A faint glimmer can be seen emanating from the armor in the lowest of lights, betryaing its magical properties. In combat, this glimmer grows to a quite noticeable glow.
At his belt, he wears a one-handed arming sword with a sleek silver blade that tapers to a point. The blade's cross guard and pommel are gold with intricate engravings of crosses.
Images of equipment: https://imgur.com/bJvBzot, https://imgur.com/U4FABuH
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Allegiances: New Isra
Registered: Mar 23, 2021 23:36:43 GMT -5
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Post by Rune Naimon IV on Dec 7, 2021 21:27:38 GMT -5
Rune watched the dragon get up for one last attempt at a fight, not reacting much at all as he shortly thereafter toppled over. The dragon was clearly done fighting, for now. Rune almost began to gloat until he noticed a peculiar smell... burnt hair.
It was then he noticed, the tail end of his long and glorious braid was charred to a crisp! Dismay, denial, and then anger crossed Rune's visage before he cried out, "No! My hair! It's... BURNT!"
Rune dropped his shield, kneeling down and cradling the woven braid, half of it was gone. How did he not notice that? It had to have been sticking out in the path of the flames at some point. He was so caught up in the mourning of his lucious locks that he didn't even notice the ghostly form healing the dragon.
Finally deciding that it was beyond salvaging, he turned his anger towards the dragon, picking up his great-shield and morphing it into a great lance, his teeth gritted angrily as he stared daggers at Valignat's fallen form.
"You're lucky dragon... I would waste no time shoving this lance somewhere the light doesn't shine, but..."
He finally sheathed his weapon, huge imposing lance shifting quickly back into an arming sword that easily slid back into it's sheath, "Maybe some other time... I don't know who you are, Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome, or who this friendly ghost is, but I won't fight you just for the opportunity to get back at this stinking lizard. I will surely get the opportunity once he goes on rage-driven rampage once you finish healing him. I've never known a dragon to take such a blow to his pride and not seek vengeance..."
Rune already relished the opportunity.
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