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Post by Fiddle on Nov 4, 2017 17:03:29 GMT -5
(No I don't mind who you choose.)
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Post by zero on Nov 4, 2017 17:50:09 GMT -5
Zafer hummed as the horse trotted down the ride. Cart rides were one of his favorite parts of the jobs. Not because of the calming part. Sometimes the silence and the swaying of the cart made him sick. He loved to see the town. The humans and stares made him nervous, but he liked all of the new things. Humans came up with the best stuff, even if their kingdom was cold. He pulled up his grey, wool scarf to cover his face. His leather jacket and thick, cloth pants weren't doing enough to block the chill of the beginning of winter. His shivering froze when he saw a human walking beside the road. He tugged on the horse's reins for the creatures to slow down and move around. For a second, he considered not talking to the human. The cold made him reconsider. "Do you need a ride?" He asked.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2017 17:51:58 GMT -5
I’m open to RP! Also: Aleithea goes by Thea or Al) Dragon: Sarayu/ 10 years old/ Eastern Sarayu is a powerfully built dragon with promise of becoming one of the largest dragons of his species. He is a dark navy blue, so dark it’s almost black. In the light, his scales glimmer into an almost cobalt blue. He has slanted, cat-like silver eyes. He has trouble with his newly-acquired size, and has huge feet. The undersides of his wings are the same silver as his eyes, and he has silver talons. He is built for speed./ Sarayu is naturally inquisitive, and he loves to explore. He is still a bit childish and is very sincere and talkative. He loves everything shiny. He is very sensitive to other’s emotions, and cares for them. He is loyal to the bone, and easily loves. He is a bit insecure, and feels he is still a gawky, tiny dragonette. He can be a bit clumsy due to his recent growth spurt, but loves to race in the wind. He is very competitive and loves to challenge and dare other people./ @pinacolada Part of the Guild? Yes!
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Post by zero on Nov 4, 2017 17:57:39 GMT -5
Great! Do you have an idea on what to do with characters? I'm thinking about a small mission or maybe my character comes in with a wound. )
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Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2017 18:01:11 GMT -5
Both of those would work! I like one of your characters coming in with a wound! Do you want to start, or shall I?)
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Post by zero on Nov 4, 2017 18:03:04 GMT -5
Wound it is. Can you start?)
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Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2017 18:14:12 GMT -5
Aleithea slid her dagger into her worn leather boot. After splashing some water on her face, she secured her braid, and walked out of the dorm compound. Outside, she could see a few fighters training, and some of her healer friends practicing with their runes in the courtyard. Further down, she could spot dragons eating and doing whatever they did. All in all, nothing seemed amiss. She hummed tunelessly to herself, carefully placing her healing runes in the palm of her hand. Maybe she could practice some before the next mission.
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Post by Fiddle on Nov 4, 2017 18:52:24 GMT -5
Joseph stopped dead in his track and peered over his shoulder. "Why would an elf want to help me?" he said harshly. But he thought for a moment when he looked at the elf that perhaps he would make a good vessel for his fathers soul. Oh what am I kidding! He's missing an arm! Father would deserve better! Joseph thought bitterly. Or perhaps...this elf could suffice as simple practice. He took a deep breath, he needed all the practice he could get. "Oh my greatest apologies," he said flatly, "I suppose I could use some...assistance."
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Post by zero on Nov 4, 2017 18:54:24 GMT -5
Bjorn pressed a cloth against his skin. Steady pressure should mean the wound will stop bleeding. Should being the keyword here. The white cloth was slowly turning a darker shade of crimson. Then again, he had never gotten a scratch from a dragon. Perhaps their scratches did not stop. He glanced around the courtyard for a healer. Hopefully one alone. He did not want people to mob him or for too many questions to be asked. Lucky for him, an elf seemed to be alone and practicing something. It looked magical. A stopped a couple of feet away from the women. "Hello. Can you help?" He asked, holding up his arm to show the red rag.
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Post by zero on Nov 4, 2017 19:06:55 GMT -5
Zafer flinched at the man's bark. Something made his skin crawl when the man took a glance over him. Then he reminded himself that most humans were odd. Not to mention, the man was probably looking at his missing arm. Zafer had forgotten to put up an illusion. He forced himself to smile. After all, he couldn't back down now. "Where are you going?" He asked, scooting over so the man could sit next to him.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2017 19:21:20 GMT -5
Aleithea looked disinterestedly over when she heard someone approach her. Her amber eyes widened as she took in the man’s wound, if you could call it that. She grabbed his arm gently, gingerly peeling back what the man had been covering the cut with. “Dragon scratch?” She asked sympathetically. She had been victim to a few of those when she was a lot younger and a lot more naive. Not waiting for a response, she dragged him to the nearest water spout in the courtyard. This was her way with most things: reacting first and not talking. She carefully reached into one of her pockets and took out dried marigold petals and goldenrod. She took out a poultice rune, and tossed it onto the herbs. Not the most graceful way to apply magic, but it worked. Finally having created a successful anti-bacterial ointment, she worked gently around the cut. She rubbed the poultice on the scratch. The surface wound was just starting to swell. As she worked, she looked up at the man. He had nice eyes. She noticed, but quickly pushed the thought away. Now was not the time for that. “How’d you get this?”
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Post by Fiddle on Nov 4, 2017 19:25:41 GMT -5
He thought for a moment, trying to come up with a false location. "I have a small shack just west of here. It's a little bit off the road, but I know the area like the back of my hand," he said with an unsettling grin. Joseph retrieved a book from his satchel and began reading, this way he'd may just seem like a simple mage studying a new spell. That is, if Zafer didn't bother to place at what he was reading.
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Post by zero on Nov 4, 2017 19:55:58 GMT -5
Bjorn could feel himself wincing as the ointment was applied. It wasn't just because of the pain. He was still a bit weirded out by the flower thing. He didn't really grow up around magic. He never really went to the healer's unless he was really worried about a wound or was deadly sick. "Umm...it's a bit embarrassing." He gave a short, breathy laugh. He saw no reason to keep this a secret. It was a little embarrassing, but he wasn't the one who did the embarrassing thing. "My dragon, Crow, was trying to make friends with a mouse. The mouse made an unexpected move and crow decided to crawl up my arm to safety." he explained with a sigh at the end.
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Zafer glanced over at the man a couple of times. The print on his book was too small to read, so he stopped trying after a while. He tried to focus on the road and secretly make the horses go a little faster. "Is this the road?" he asked, stopping the horses at the fork off the road. He silently wished the man would just nod and get off of the cart.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2017 20:10:18 GMT -5
Aleithea laughed at the circumstances under which he’d gotten the cut. If his dragon was small enough to crawl up his arm, that meant the dragon was probably young. She remembered seeing a scrawny, black Eastern dragon. That was probably his. “Is your bonded dragon black and terribly mischievous by any chance?” She looked up at the man through her eyelashes, a small smirk on her lips. If it was, the man’s bonded dragon was the one that stole some of her herbs. The herbs weren’t that important. It was just that she had to go out and collect more. The elf finished wrapping up the scratch with woven bandages.
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Post by Fiddle on Nov 4, 2017 20:14:35 GMT -5
Joseph lifted his head, peering around at their surroundings. They were fairly far out onto the ride and no one else seemed to be around. He placed his book back into his satchel but then reached for something at his side; he had a dull, lead dagger strapped to his side underneath his satchel. "Yes. You have brought me far enough," he said with an unsettling chuckle, "as has your life!" He quickly transmuted the dull, lead dagger into a shiny, sharp gold one before plunging towards the elf.
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Post by zero on Nov 4, 2017 20:51:24 GMT -5
Bjorn sighed. How he got stuck with such a troublesome dragon was beyond him. All the drake did was get into trouble. This inadvertently reminded the man of him just a few years ago. Something he did not want for his dragon to become. Of course, every time he tried to speak with the creature, the drake would either pout under the bed or knock something off the table. "First, let me say, I'm sorry." He said, with his best apologetic smile. It was practiced and perfected by now. "What happened this time and how can I fix it?" He would not let another debt go unpaid. He wanted things to be clean when he left.
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Zafer would be embarrassed to admit earlier that some foul words came out of this mouth as he tumbled out of the carriage. He scrambled to his feet, kicking up a large amount of dirt in the process. He struck a defensive pose. He could run. He really should run. However, there was valuable things in the back of that carriage. Things he couldn't leave behind. So, he did his best to summon illusions. A dragon was easy, as long as he kept it in the shadows. A large shadow appeared behind the elf with gleaming, golden eyes. "Sir. I know you didn't know, But I'm a dragon rider. My dragon does not like when people attack me." It was a bit choppy, but the words came out without a stutter. Zafer considered it a win.
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Post by zero on Nov 5, 2017 7:35:25 GMT -5
little bump. )
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Post by Fiddle on Nov 5, 2017 9:11:08 GMT -5
Normally, Joseph figure someone without an arm would be simple practice, but this was a surprise indeed. He knew he wouldn't be able to take on a dragon all alone. I'll have to but myself some time to run. He conjured four skeletons to hold off the dragon; skeletons are rather fragile and easy to topple over, so it wouldn't Joseph buy much time to escape. "You're safe. For now." he said coldly. "We shall meet again." He transmuted his gold dagger back into a lead one and made a dash for it in the other direction, grumbling something under his breath.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2017 9:36:01 GMT -5
Aleithea dismissed his apology with a wave of her hand. “It’s really fine,” she shrugged, standing up from her crouched position. “All he did was steal some hushflower and poppyseed.” Her eyes sparkled with amusement as she remembered her encounter with the tiny drake. “It was quite funny, to be honest. Definitely served as a conversation piece.” The whole group of her healing friends had laughed about it on multiple accounts. With a start, she realized she didn’t even know the man’s name. “My name is Aleithea, by the way. But you can call me Thea or Al.” She held out her hand.
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Post by zero on Nov 5, 2017 9:40:21 GMT -5
Zafer braced himself when the skeletons rose up. Now, his heart was filled with dread and disgust. Raising the dead was forbidden in all kingdoms. Worse, it was unnatural. Completely wrong. The shadow behind him rippled, threatening to break. He clenched and unclenched his fists. Thankfully, the man seemed to give up. Zafer let the illusion fade as the man ran and leaped back on the cart. The skeletons lurched forward. Their bones clanked as they reached for him. He whistled sharply. The horse, already nervous, took no spare time. Zafer looked back. The monsters couldn't keep up and the man still looked to be retreating. He let himself relax a fraction.
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Post by zero on Nov 5, 2017 10:25:48 GMT -5
Bjorn held back a sigh. At least the healer wasn't mad or upset. She sounded happy so Bjorn tried to keep a smile on his face. He would still try to talk to Crow. After all, he doubted the hatchling would do anything with the herbs. Maybe he could get them back. He wouldn't be opposed to talking to Thea again. The introduction and offered hand reminded him of all the evening parties. He didn't like it. He sucked it up and smiled. He shook Aleithea's hand once. "Bjorn. Have fun trying to come up with a nickname." He said with a small smile.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2017 11:22:12 GMT -5
Aleithea noticed for not the first time the multiple little scars that ran the length of his arms as she firmly shook his hand. She thought nothing of it, reminding herself that it wasn’t her business at all. The healer cleared her throat. This had become slightly awkward. Knowing she had to do this anyway and it’d be a great way to diffuse the tension, she took out an empty vial and tapped the ointment in. She handed him the glass, now closed with a cork lid, and smiled tightly at the fighter. “Put this on daily, and don’t do anything that’ll make this bleed again. And, uh, if anything bothers you about it, see me. My dorm room number is 23, in the Healer section.” She felt somewhat uncomfortable giving a man she just met her room number, but he seemed pretty trustworthy. “Oh!” Her eyes widened as she realized she’d forgot something. “If your drake feels more drowsy and tired than usual, it’s because hushflower and poppy are good sleep inducers.”
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Post by zero on Nov 5, 2017 13:55:05 GMT -5
Bjorn examined the vial while the elf spoke. Sure, he could remember to apply it daily. That wasn't an issue. He just wasn't sure he fully trusted the liquid. The yellow hue to it seemed odd. Still, he deposited the jar into his pocket wearing a small smile. He nodded when she gave him her room number. It was a bit odd but maybe not for healers. He started to turn to leave when she spoke up. This time, his smile was genuine. The idea of the drake being loopy was hilarious. "Well, it will keep him out of trouble for once." He said with a shrug.
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Post by Fiddle on Nov 5, 2017 16:36:27 GMT -5
Joseph hid behind a bush, watching the elf leave. He thought about following him for a moment, and decided that it would be a bad time to do so. He'd be to easy to detect right now. He called over his skeletons and sat down by the Bush and retrieved his journal, quill, and ink well. Day 4,723. I had a run in with a one armed elf. Turned out he's a dragon rider. I conjured my skeletons to by myself time, but next time I'll be prepared.
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Post by zero on Nov 5, 2017 19:42:00 GMT -5
How do you want to continue? )
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Post by Fiddle on Nov 5, 2017 21:30:55 GMT -5
I'm not sure where to pick up at?))
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Post by Deleted on Nov 6, 2017 7:41:16 GMT -5
( zero how do you want this to continue?)
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Post by zero on Nov 7, 2017 7:31:48 GMT -5
Sorry for disappearing. Are you guys asking for the big plan? Or just how to continue the separate rps? )
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2017 18:20:55 GMT -5
(That’s totally okay! I was just wondering how we should continue our separate RP because they’ve already kind of ended their convo..)
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Post by zero on Nov 7, 2017 18:27:09 GMT -5
Do you want them to do out collecting or on a small mission? )
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