Baerm Zephey
GOLD
Posts: 41
Registered: Sept 10, 2023 18:28:04 GMT
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Post by Baerm Zephey on Sept 24, 2023 23:17:53 GMT
The Southern Slopes of Oathia
Baerm sat in his office in the back of the ship as a sudden floating sensation made him levitate out of his chair before crashing back down toward his desk. With a look of utter fury in his eye, the half orc duke charged out of the room in a huff took the stairs up to steering, two guards following closely behind.
He intended to give the captain a piece of his mind and promptly fire the man before yet again the airship made a sudden dive and he found himself helplessly floating in the air, using the walls as leverage he landed back on his feet before shouting out loud, "Somebody better be fighting a dragon up there!"
He quickly made his way to steering before ducking down as a sudden burst of boiling white salt blasted the door behind him. Encrusting over it and blocking any escape. Raising his head the dukes eyes widened in a rare moment of shock as a brilliant orange dragon was circling the airship. "Well shit... That wasn't part of the plan."
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Post by Grimone on Sept 24, 2023 23:44:49 GMT
Species - Half Elf Gender - Male Age - 630 yrs
Prophet of The Dark
Grimone held his staff in his hand and muttered a few words under his breath. The runic markings upon the Elementum shaft glowing a bright white. As he stood on the bow of the ship the black wizard watched the dragon rise up from below the ship before turning back to blast another stream of boiling salt in his direction.
Holding the staff sideways in both hands the salt almost seemed to vanish as it struck him. Absorbed into the staff itself as he pulled back and in a great throwing motion returned the salt breath attack right back to the dragon who seemed to lift a brow on its head in confusion before flapping it's wings and rising higher into the air. Easily dodging the black wizards counter attack.
With a look of frustration he muttered to one of the archers next to him. "It's practically toying with us, it's too fast for us to hit. We need to somehow catch it by surprise." In a look of exasperation he turned to see the Duke finally arriving above deck before another line of salt struck the door behind him. He ran up to the man in haste and shouted in a clearly respectful but impatient tone.
We need to land this thing NOW, before it takes us out of the sky itself!" The cloaked half dark elf ran back to the bow of the ship, preparing to repel another attack. Looking up at the noon day cloudless sky he roared in anger at his dark patron. "I knew I was cursed... But seriously?!? A dragon!"
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Post by Grimone on Sept 30, 2023 16:10:35 GMT
Species - Half Elf Gender - Male Age - 630 yrs
Prophet of The Dark
In a flash of movement Grimone once again absorbed another breath attack from the dragon. Tossing the energy of its breath back at the dragon with a mighty throw. The orange dragon quickly ducked below the ship dodging the repelled attack once again before rising up from the side, knocking the ship with its wing.
"Bring us down NOW before IT brings us down!" Having no way of hitting the creature due to it's absurd speed and agility, the black wizard rummaged through his hex bag. Until finally his hands came up on an enchanted onyx stone, polished to perfection.
Muttering a drawn out incantation and channeling soul energy into the stone he tossed the seemingly harmless black rock over the side of the ship. But not before an immense black cloud of smoke erupted from the stone. Clinging to the ship and obscuring it from the dragons view. "There's our chance, now dive!"
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Post by Grimone on Oct 2, 2023 17:54:23 GMT
Species - Half Elf Gender - Male Age - 630 yrs
Prophet of The Dark
Grim stumbled backwards for a moment as the ship lurched downward sharply and spiraled lower and lower to the ground. The thick cloud of black smog following them down but slowly dissipating after a minute or so. Not a very long lasting spell, but useful if in need of a quick escape.
The Black Wizard finally caught a glimpse of the moss covered, rocky highlands as they passed beneath the clouds. The roar of the orange dragon still audible, but clearly distracted by the sudden burst of smoke and their rapid descent.
Perhaps the plan would of worked too... if the young, inexperienced powder monkey below deck hadn't dropped a lit match during the dive in an attempt to fire off one of the cannons. Grim thought he understood the stupidity of mortals, oh how wrong he was.
He stood witness witness at the very front of the ship to an explosion at the back, bottom deck and a blazing fire that proceeded afterward. Spreading across the interior of the ship and threatening to end his immortal life. Without a second thought, he raced for the duke and prepared another gem from his hex bag.
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Baerm Zephey
GOLD
Posts: 41
Registered: Sept 10, 2023 18:28:04 GMT
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Post by Baerm Zephey on Oct 4, 2023 16:23:59 GMT
The Southern Slopes of Oathia
Baerm fell backwards onto the railing as the sudden burst of flame began to consume the now quickly descending airship. A sudden rush of adrenaline flowing through him as the half orc Duke gazed over the port side to see a furious orange dragon emerge from the now fading smokescreen.
His eyes widened and without a second thought, Baerm grabbed the Grim by his cloak and shouted in an angry tone. "GET US OUT OF HERE WIZARD!" He then grabbed a loaded crossbow from one of the guards standing beside him. Taking his time to aim carefully for the dragons wings which were devoid of scales.
With a deep breath and a bellowing roar he fired off one shot, reload, another shot, reload, last arrow... and THUNK. An arrow finally struck the left wing of the beast, causing it to shriek in pain. Only a few thousand meters from the ground now, he hoped this damned sorcerer had a plan.
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Post by Grimone on Oct 5, 2023 17:14:46 GMT
Species - Half Elf Gender - Male Age - 630 yrs
Prophet of The Dark
The black wizard screamed in desperation as he tried to remember the incantation to activate the enchanted gem. His eyes shut as he cared his mind before lifting a glimmering red ruby to the sky. A muttering of celestial words that sounded like a melody. A flickering of the eyes and with a single thrust he smashed the ruby onto the deck of the ship and crushed it under his feet.
A burst of white light extended outward in a ring to encircle the entire ship. As the dragon dived and blasted it's salt breath once again, Grim was prepared. Catching the breath attack with the tip of his staff and expelling it back towards the dragon, striking it directly in the eyes. A roar followed and a sudden scream of the soldiers on board. The feet of the hundred or so people aboard the ship began to glow silver.
Grimone looked back at the Duke and smiled as if it was all part of his master plan... it wasn't, but he was more then willing to take the glory in this case. "Its a slow falling spell! Jump and glide down, but do be sure to land on your feet!" And with that, he gripped his staff tightly and effortlessly leaped overboard into the air, several hundred meters still left before they crashed to the ground.
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Baerm Zephey
GOLD
Posts: 41
Registered: Sept 10, 2023 18:28:04 GMT
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Post by Baerm Zephey on Oct 6, 2023 18:48:20 GMT
The Southern Slopes of Oathia
The Dukes eyes opened wide at the sheer audacity of the sorcerers plan. His mind raced as the silvered glow enveloped his feet. Racing over to the edge of the now rapidly falling airship he turned to see dozens of soldiers leaping off the edge and into the air. Floating gently down to the surface.
He wanted to test this spell and see it's limitations but as he contemplated how trustworthy the wizards magic was, the ground raced to meet them. Only a hundred meters from the ground, Baerm leaped upward and off the starboard side. Several guards leaping with him.
It seemed all was saved before he looked down and watched the now flaming airship utterly engulfed in flame crash with a fierce explosion into a large collection of boulders. The ship itself shattered to pieces as the gently falling soldiers closest to the crash site were peppered with smoking projectiles.
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Post by Grimone on Oct 7, 2023 13:46:15 GMT
Species - Half Elf Gender - Male Age - 630 yrs
Prophet of The Dark
Grim took a deep breath to calm his nerves as he gently floated down to the rocky hills below. The burning visage of the airship with a pillar of smoke so thick and so high it practically announced their exact location to every enemy for miles around. An unfortunate ending to their little joy ride to the capitol... but with him as a passenger, he wasn't surprised.
It seems the curse of The Dark was just as troublesome as ever. The black wizard climbed atop a jagged boulder to get a better view of his surroundings. Studying the landscape he was able to spot dozens of soldiers safely descend. With dozens more not so lucky, majority with broken bones or near fatal injuries.
Rushing over to the nearest guard he pulled out a collection of herbal remedies and small viles of a greenish elixir that tastes like tree sap. One by one he made his way to all that needed his healing knowledge. If only he wasn't there... this probably wouldn't have happened, he thought to himself, a depressed look in his eyes.
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Baerm Zephey
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Posts: 41
Registered: Sept 10, 2023 18:28:04 GMT
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Post by Baerm Zephey on Oct 8, 2023 15:03:56 GMT
The Southern Slopes of Oathia
The Duke stumbled to the ground as he slowly floated downward. Catching the ground with his hands before standing tall. A look of shock and anger visible for all to see. As he glanced over to the wizard healing the injured, Baerm shouted for his guards near him to assemble. A seriousness to his gaze that made each of them fall in line without question.
"Help the wounded, gather what weapons we can, if you have your crossbows, I want archers on ever hill with an eye in the sky. That dragon ain't dead yet." Turning to the elderly satyr captain who had miraculously survived his eyes narrowed. "Old man you and I are gonna have a few words when this is all over. But for now, gather what crewman you can and help the soldiers create a safe perimeter. Who knows what that explosion might of attracted."
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Cadeus Durosh
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Posts: 28
Registered: Sept 15, 2023 1:08:33 GMT
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Post by Cadeus Durosh on Oct 9, 2023 15:37:00 GMT
![]() SPECIES: Satyr
| LOCATION: S. Oathian Mnts.
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Cadeus slowly climbed the rocky slopes south of the goran marsh. He had spent the past five days tracking a werewolf that had slaughtered a small family home near the outskirts of Dourn. Poor bastards never stood a chance. With the three day full moon cycle completed two days earlier, cade knew the cursed beast was in its human form.
Using his towering boar spear as a walking stick, the hunter made his way further up into the highlands. Tracking a set of footprints and the overwhelming stench of wet dog. But something caught his attention. A flash of orange light in the corner of his eye. Focusing on the faint glow and pillar of smoke in the distance he realized it was a fire. Clearly not naturally, giant wild fires don't just spontaneously combust into existence without cause.
Especially when there wasn't a single tree in sight. He lifted his hood and cautiously started walking in that direction. With any luck he might find that the werewolf was the cause of it. Though why exactly it would so brazenly announce it's location was beyond cades understanding. As he slowly drew closer he noticed the bodies on the ground, screaming voices and shouts of pain.
Examining the scene from behind a large collection of boulders he saw the wreckage of an air ship. Were these idiots stupid enough to fly over the mountains? Standing to his full height the satyr waved at what appeared to be a group of soldiers and promptly revealed himself. "Howdy! So we're you lot trying to crash on purpose? Or do you just not value your own lives?"
Cade The Ichorborne
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Post by Grimone on Oct 10, 2023 13:18:11 GMT
Species - Half Elf Gender - Male Age - 630 yrs
Prophet of The Dark
Grim helped a soldier to her feet as she struggled to walk before turning to the sound of the newcomer. "Didn't expect to see another satyr this far west. But since you're asking, we lost a fight with a dragon and made an emergency landing... or tried to at least."
Taking a moment to glance in Baerms direction he noticed the dozen or so guards by his side setting up positions on the surrounding hills, crossbows in hand. The half orc Duke seemed to be in control of the situation but Grim couldn't help but feel as if the worst was yet to come.
An ominous shiver down his spine that told him to be watchful. "Roughly twenty five dead, thirty wounded, crew of a hundred or so, we were lucky I had a spell on hand to get these morons safely to the ground." Examining the satyr he noticed the massive spear and short sword strapped to his side. A runic sigil seemed upon his arm.
"Am I right to assume you're an Ichorborne? Been a long time since I've meet a professional monster hunter. What exactly brings you out to the middle of nowhere? Not another dragon I hope..."
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Baerm Zephey
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Registered: Sept 10, 2023 18:28:04 GMT
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Post by Baerm Zephey on Oct 11, 2023 17:24:12 GMT
The Southern Slopes of Oathia
Baerm marched toward the newcomer with two elite guards on each side. His brow furrowed and an aura of confusion and frustration exuding from him. Standing before the satyr hunter he looked him up and down before speaking. "Civilian? I assume you witnessed the crash... by your mark I can tell you're a hunter, but unless you can kill an orange dragon I suggest you head to the nearest village and bring us the transportation we need."
Suddenly a deafening roar echoed across the cloudy sky. A flash of bright, deep orange scales glinted in the sunlight as the dragon finally discovered the crash sight, it's vision no longer obscured. "Shit... on second thought, we need every hand we can get." Running in the direction of the captain of the guard he pointed upward and shouted for all to hear. "Eyes up and arrows knocked! We got incoming!"
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Cadeus Durosh
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Registered: Sept 15, 2023 1:08:33 GMT
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Post by Cadeus Durosh on Oct 12, 2023 18:52:18 GMT
![]() SPECIES: Satyr
| LOCATION: S. Oathian Mnts.
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Cadeus chuckled at the half orcs remark before looking up to see an adult orange dragon diving towards the survivors. "Oh, so you weren't joking about a dragon!" The satyr hunt quickly pulled out a vile of swirling green liquid as white as snow. Downing it in a single gulp before gripping his boar spear.
With an intense grunt he hopped into the air, as a silvery cloud like substance manifested beneath his feet midair. Climbing higher and higher he finally came within range and tossed the spear directly toward the dragons open jaws.
As the beast drew closer he dived backwards, falling thirty meters before landing on solid ground with a graceful stance. The dragon seemed to cough historically as it quickly dropped in altitude. Spitting out the spear onto the ground as it half hazardly landed on all fours, choking on its on bile.
Cadeus casually walked closer to the dragon, lifting his spear high and slashing at its already damaged wing. The others seemed bewildered, but cade simply shrugged. "What? I poisoned the blade of the spear, causes an allergic reaction."
Cade The Ichorborne
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