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It took me 10 years to finally fill one of these out, but I finally did it. Welcome, stranger.
I'm Drache. I'm a millenial leftist living in the US deep south. I'm a queer polyamorous kinkster. You can find me at PRIDE, at Ren Fair, at the local farmer's market, and the monthly dark party. I play D&D, I play Skyrim, and I play with gags and blindfolds. I'm your elder femdom, even though my bones hurt.
During the day I'm an emergency animal medical professional with 20 years in the field. On my off time I'm a dog show enthusiast, a karaoke singer, a baker, and a volunteer wildlife rehabilitator. I'm a collector of rare houseplants, of rescued exotic birds, of books, of tattoos. I'm the most feral spouse with the most domestic skills. I'm perpetually exhausted but endlessly impulsive.
If you're looking for a partner to share in your high fantasy, in your dark themes, in your deranged kinky monsterfucking, send me a PM.
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The tall broad-shouldered Darfellan glanced up from the scrolled charter with an eyebrow lifting on his black and white face. In the space of a few mere moments the somewhat shabby-looking human youth standing before him had managed to spew out more words than he himself had uttered all morning. There was a large crowd gathered on the docks, and more than one set of eyes was curiously watching Par try to barter passage on the magnificent vessel.
Attention in Azure Strand was not a good thing. The gatekeeper Par had spoken to some hours ago, upon noticing that Par had called the city 'Azure Watch', had grown suspicious. And now Par was being followed.
"E'en if ye 'ad the money we're not taking on just any passengers, little fish. This'n 'ere's a trading vessel..." His tone was stern and he was shaking his head, the ponytail wagging at the back of his skull.
But Par's desperate prattling kept the frowning Darfallen from further elaborating on why the young human should move along. He was in no way moved by Par's sad story. Not because he didn't believe it, he did, but everyone in Azure Strand had a sad story, expecially these days.
Upon over-hearing Par's desperate pleas to be allowed on-board, a young Aenshi stepped out of the crowd. The fox-faced man was tall and thin and wore a pair of grubby pants and a vest with no shirt. "If you're interested in selling your horse I can buy him from you for thirty gold pieces." He didn't seem desperate, but did seem hurried, as though hoping Par would readily sell the animal for less than half of what it was worth.
Sighing, mighty Darshane found that he was pursuaded to help Par in spite of himself. "Loo' kid, I'll let you sign on as a passenger with the rest 'o the merchants. You'll have to stow your spices down in the 'old with the rest o' the cargo, and you'll 'ave to get rid 'o that 'orse. We're already stock wit' livestock. And I'll 'ave no trouble wit'choo during this trip or I'll t'row you in the brig mysel'. Aye?"
Both the Darfallen and the Aenshi looked at Par expectantly as the beautiful ship bobbed invitingly in the background. Gulls wheeled overhead, calling excitedly, as though they knew that the launch was imminent. There wasn't much time.
--
When the bosun was finished speaking to Par, he turned and almost put his hand down right on top of Dain before the diminutive voice made him pause. He added the name "Alexander Skye" on the scroll, shaking his head a little.
"Nay, Captain Blaine's up on deck. You mus' be Dain Cres'. Only got one fairy on my list. Your passage 'as already been paid for. Welcome aboard."
The darfellan eyed the tiny trunk, as well as the tiny winged man next to it, and frowned with displeasure. He preferred it when things went smoothly, and taking landlubbers never went smoothly.
"You'll know 'im when you see 'im," Darshane added unhelpfully, crossing one more name off his list.
As the fairy and his trunk made their way up to the main deck, a pair of wide yellow eyes set in the face of a sleek gray tabbycat followed closely behind. There were always cats on ships. Mainly because there were always rats on ships, because like thieves, they always managed to find their way in. But this cat was enthralled by the colourful flutter of Dain's wings and slinked after him like a shadow. But just as it was about to pounce, a white raven swooped down from nowhere and pecked a clump of silver hair from the tip of its tail. Humoured by its own joke, the bird cackled like a mad old washerwoman. "Ha ha haaaaw!" The cat, swearing vengeance, disappeared.
Donovan Blaine lounged on a pile of crates and barrels, one booted foot swinging free as he waited for the passengers to finish boarding. He trusted Darshane to keep the bulk of the troublemakers off of his new boat, because even though he didn't own it, he was her Captain now, but was still waiting for his First Mate. A woman, apparently. Old Cavendish had insisted on hiring his own crew.
The flying being who would eventually approach him was met with sparkling blue eyes and a curious grin. He didn't stand or bow or any of that nonsense, but moved his arm so that Dain could alight at head height on a crate.
"Good morrow, Mr. Crest. Usually any crewman who dared attack a passenger on my ship would win ten stripes and a bunk in the brig for the entire voyage, but I doubt even I could catch that cat."
He was grinning amusedly. "Is there some'mat I can do for you? We've set aside a cabin for you."
Captain Blaine seemed a cheerful sort and tossed some of his long blonde hair back while waiting for the fairy to speak. Even so, there was someting even in his apparent laziness that suggested the rapier on hip wasn't just for show.
Attention in Azure Strand was not a good thing. The gatekeeper Par had spoken to some hours ago, upon noticing that Par had called the city 'Azure Watch', had grown suspicious. And now Par was being followed.
"E'en if ye 'ad the money we're not taking on just any passengers, little fish. This'n 'ere's a trading vessel..." His tone was stern and he was shaking his head, the ponytail wagging at the back of his skull.
But Par's desperate prattling kept the frowning Darfallen from further elaborating on why the young human should move along. He was in no way moved by Par's sad story. Not because he didn't believe it, he did, but everyone in Azure Strand had a sad story, expecially these days.
Upon over-hearing Par's desperate pleas to be allowed on-board, a young Aenshi stepped out of the crowd. The fox-faced man was tall and thin and wore a pair of grubby pants and a vest with no shirt. "If you're interested in selling your horse I can buy him from you for thirty gold pieces." He didn't seem desperate, but did seem hurried, as though hoping Par would readily sell the animal for less than half of what it was worth.
Sighing, mighty Darshane found that he was pursuaded to help Par in spite of himself. "Loo' kid, I'll let you sign on as a passenger with the rest 'o the merchants. You'll have to stow your spices down in the 'old with the rest o' the cargo, and you'll 'ave to get rid 'o that 'orse. We're already stock wit' livestock. And I'll 'ave no trouble wit'choo during this trip or I'll t'row you in the brig mysel'. Aye?"
Both the Darfallen and the Aenshi looked at Par expectantly as the beautiful ship bobbed invitingly in the background. Gulls wheeled overhead, calling excitedly, as though they knew that the launch was imminent. There wasn't much time.
--
When the bosun was finished speaking to Par, he turned and almost put his hand down right on top of Dain before the diminutive voice made him pause. He added the name "Alexander Skye" on the scroll, shaking his head a little.
"Nay, Captain Blaine's up on deck. You mus' be Dain Cres'. Only got one fairy on my list. Your passage 'as already been paid for. Welcome aboard."
The darfellan eyed the tiny trunk, as well as the tiny winged man next to it, and frowned with displeasure. He preferred it when things went smoothly, and taking landlubbers never went smoothly.
"You'll know 'im when you see 'im," Darshane added unhelpfully, crossing one more name off his list.
As the fairy and his trunk made their way up to the main deck, a pair of wide yellow eyes set in the face of a sleek gray tabbycat followed closely behind. There were always cats on ships. Mainly because there were always rats on ships, because like thieves, they always managed to find their way in. But this cat was enthralled by the colourful flutter of Dain's wings and slinked after him like a shadow. But just as it was about to pounce, a white raven swooped down from nowhere and pecked a clump of silver hair from the tip of its tail. Humoured by its own joke, the bird cackled like a mad old washerwoman. "Ha ha haaaaw!" The cat, swearing vengeance, disappeared.
Donovan Blaine lounged on a pile of crates and barrels, one booted foot swinging free as he waited for the passengers to finish boarding. He trusted Darshane to keep the bulk of the troublemakers off of his new boat, because even though he didn't own it, he was her Captain now, but was still waiting for his First Mate. A woman, apparently. Old Cavendish had insisted on hiring his own crew.
The flying being who would eventually approach him was met with sparkling blue eyes and a curious grin. He didn't stand or bow or any of that nonsense, but moved his arm so that Dain could alight at head height on a crate.
"Good morrow, Mr. Crest. Usually any crewman who dared attack a passenger on my ship would win ten stripes and a bunk in the brig for the entire voyage, but I doubt even I could catch that cat."
He was grinning amusedly. "Is there some'mat I can do for you? We've set aside a cabin for you."
Captain Blaine seemed a cheerful sort and tossed some of his long blonde hair back while waiting for the fairy to speak. Even so, there was someting even in his apparent laziness that suggested the rapier on hip wasn't just for show.
Yes, if anyone needs any information about events in Pyresia, please feel free to contact me. I am happy to GM for you to get your character introduced to the world.
Also, welcome @Visionaryness :)
Also, welcome @Visionaryness :)
The white heat of the elemental fire was blinding, even to Drache. She felt the way it seemed to suck the moisture out of the air, turning her hair crisp and brittle. She poured everything she had into it, sure that at this point, with death oozing towards her and Raffey, that she had nothing to lose.
She was wrong.
"...what?" The fury of her magic fizzled out and her eyes widened with terror as the catastrophic damage was healed in the blink of an eye. "A true dragon...?"
The maw opened to exude the toxic miasma into the room and Drache stepped back, finding Raffey's fingers in her hand. She squeezed hard, the sensation of his scaleless skin keeping her grounded in reality. A gesture of shared doom. And then the implied offer came. A true dragon? What did it mean? Desperation made her guts sguirm. It had to be lying. It had to be some trick.
It was offering her the one thing she wanted most in the world.
Tilting her face down, she opened her mouth to say something to Raffey, perhaps her last words, and the barrier shattered. "Kraven?!" It couldn'd be. And then Sirik too? Hope flared bright and hot. The grip on Raffey's hand became a fierce tug as the half-dragon dragged him up to his feet, her eyes on Kraven and Sirik as she watched the human's shield go up and keep the foul fog at bay.
Drache hesitated, glancing from Kraven's straining back as he held the shield up against the full force of the God's breath to the awesome monstrosity. He'd never be able to hold out against it! Kraven glanced at Sirik next to her and she saw the resolute look on his face.
"No!"
Before she could do anything, however, Sirik's strong arm hooked around her waist and she could do little but cooperate with the drow as he rescued her and Raffey from the arena. Twisting back, clawing desperately at Sirik, she needed to see...
She would remember it for the rest of her life, however long that might be. Like the flay winds that supposedly swept lethal and unchecked through the desert, the half-dragon watched Kraven, a man she knew, crumble into nothingness, standing less than a single stride from where she had been moments before.
Something hot and vile twisted inside her. A hatred that was deeper than anything she'd ever felt before. Something that buried deep rather than blazing hot only to fizzle out shortly. And still...a dragon? Her?
"It's getting closer. We have to run." Her voice was harsh, dry. She tore her amber eyes from the monster and glanced at Sirik, seeing the devastation in his face. She knew that to the men her own face would look as it usually did, beastly and impassive. Good. No one needed to know what she was thinking.
Drache dragged her pack around to the front to settle over her belly and then beckoned to Raffey, her wings loosing from her back so that he could climb up piggy-back. "My magic is spent but I have strength enough to carry you. Please, I can't see another fr-... person die today." Her voice was an urgent hiss. And she hoped that the keremis would let her, if only in the interest of getting as far away from Coria as fast as they could.
She was wrong.
"...what?" The fury of her magic fizzled out and her eyes widened with terror as the catastrophic damage was healed in the blink of an eye. "A true dragon...?"
The maw opened to exude the toxic miasma into the room and Drache stepped back, finding Raffey's fingers in her hand. She squeezed hard, the sensation of his scaleless skin keeping her grounded in reality. A gesture of shared doom. And then the implied offer came. A true dragon? What did it mean? Desperation made her guts sguirm. It had to be lying. It had to be some trick.
It was offering her the one thing she wanted most in the world.
Tilting her face down, she opened her mouth to say something to Raffey, perhaps her last words, and the barrier shattered. "Kraven?!" It couldn'd be. And then Sirik too? Hope flared bright and hot. The grip on Raffey's hand became a fierce tug as the half-dragon dragged him up to his feet, her eyes on Kraven and Sirik as she watched the human's shield go up and keep the foul fog at bay.
Drache hesitated, glancing from Kraven's straining back as he held the shield up against the full force of the God's breath to the awesome monstrosity. He'd never be able to hold out against it! Kraven glanced at Sirik next to her and she saw the resolute look on his face.
"No!"
Before she could do anything, however, Sirik's strong arm hooked around her waist and she could do little but cooperate with the drow as he rescued her and Raffey from the arena. Twisting back, clawing desperately at Sirik, she needed to see...
She would remember it for the rest of her life, however long that might be. Like the flay winds that supposedly swept lethal and unchecked through the desert, the half-dragon watched Kraven, a man she knew, crumble into nothingness, standing less than a single stride from where she had been moments before.
Something hot and vile twisted inside her. A hatred that was deeper than anything she'd ever felt before. Something that buried deep rather than blazing hot only to fizzle out shortly. And still...a dragon? Her?
"It's getting closer. We have to run." Her voice was harsh, dry. She tore her amber eyes from the monster and glanced at Sirik, seeing the devastation in his face. She knew that to the men her own face would look as it usually did, beastly and impassive. Good. No one needed to know what she was thinking.
Drache dragged her pack around to the front to settle over her belly and then beckoned to Raffey, her wings loosing from her back so that he could climb up piggy-back. "My magic is spent but I have strength enough to carry you. Please, I can't see another fr-... person die today." Her voice was an urgent hiss. And she hoped that the keremis would let her, if only in the interest of getting as far away from Coria as fast as they could.
@Mag Lev
Please add alufiend racial powers to race sheet. Otherwise looks good to me.
Please add alufiend racial powers to race sheet. Otherwise looks good to me.
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Gaulirax
Skills
Intimidation: 5
Endurance: 5
Weapon (Hammer): 4
Body-Building: 4
Unarmed Combat: 2
Socialization: 1
Teaching: 1
Tactics: 2
Knowledge:
Knowledge: My Mistress bets on me to lose
Knowledge: I can beat a minotaur
Knowledge: Training never freaking ends
Other
Reputation: Having survived his first mainstream pit fight, Gaulirax's name is beginning to spread in Pyresia as a brutal up-and-coming gladiator.
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Amber eyes flitted around the room, taking in the rows of benches above. She didn't like this place at all. It reminded her too much of the Meteorena in Pyresia. Part of the year, the meteor crater was used as a training ground for fighters, dragons or otherwise. But it was also used for entertainment as gladiators fought each other or other kinds of beasts for money. Or to earn money for their owners. None of this made sense to her. She could easily fly out.
Getting Raffey out would be tougher, though Drache knew her wings were just strong enough to carry a human. Or a keremis. Whatever.
Everything got quiet for a moment and the half-dragon turned back to her companion, "What is it?" Her snout panned slowly as she followed his gaze, watching the trickle of blood work its serpentine way towards the portal.
"Oh, fuck me sidewa--..."
Not knowing what to expect, as soon as the surface of the portal change hue, the dragoness cringed back. One of her wings even swept in front of her, instinctively protective as she squinted. The hellish dome passed through them and rose towards the ceiling, and Drache didn't even bother testing it to see if she could get through. Whatever this was, a mere archaeologist wasn't going to be able to stop it.
The sickly sweet smell washed over her nostrils, almost cloying in its strength as it banished the sour odour from before. They'd never even discovered what was causing it. It was almost fresh, reminding Drache of the rainforest after a rain. Or the inside of one of the gemstone-glass greenhouses. Someone had told her once that the plants purified the air inside.
She began cursing herself under her breath, admonishing her own lack of care and heedlessness. Her draconic words flowed quick and harsh before she turned to Raffey and said in Common. "Yeah, sure didn't want to miss this. I don't know if my magic is strong enough to break through."
Luckily, she didn't have to worry about it. The light in the room shifted as the weird blobby things on the ceiling started to move, and then IT appeared. "Oh. Well now. That is just fantastic."
A growl ripped from her throat as the nasty-looking creature arrived, and she could simply feel that whatever it was, it was infinitely worse than it looked, which was saying a lot. It's name burned across her brain and the dragoness clawed at her temples, a shrill scream hissing through her teeth as she tried to fight the loathsome presence. She wasn't even sure if she was breathing anymore and staggered back, leaning haphazardly against the stone wall over where Raffey had fallen to his knees.
The voice was huge. Far too big. It made Laurel's sweet voice seem like nothing more than a tiny ember in a volcano. It took time just for her to realize what it was saying, let alone retaliate.
The intent to eat them was clear. And not just eat, but devour them, soul and all. Drache was far from religious, but this more-than-just-death threat was panic-inducing on a level she'd never known before. A half-dragon generally had more to worry about in this life rather than the next one. The fact that the creature called her "corrupted" meant little. Just another insult hurled in her direction, nothing she hadn't been told before. Had she realized the full implication of what the monster was suggesting...well...it was well that she did not.
The fear curdled like something cold and foul in her belly. The creature's presence didn't improve, but after the first wave of horror she found it somewhat more bearable. Glancing down at Raffey, she watched him put his foot down and brace his javelin. It seemed almost laughably ineffectual.
The impulse to fly was almost overwhelming. Her wings were lifted high and she couldn't seem to shut them. But the last thing she wanted to do was die fluttering around like a moth trapped in a lantern that was slowly cooking it alive. If death was certain, she'd rather fly directly into the flame.
Briefly, her mind flitted down the list of things she had in her pack. She wasn't terribly organized, be she had a dragon's knack for knowing what was hers. And none of it would help.
Her clawed hand lifted to touch the bump in her pocket that was Cinder in his orb. "I wish you were awake, little one." She felt protective of it. Almost more angry that the little elemental could be in danger from Coria than herself. She supposed it was the most maternal feeling she'd ever had, or ever would have, since she'd never have children of her own.
Then her hand dropped to touch Raffey's shoulder before she started walking towards the monster. She'd faced a water serpent not that long ago and it had been one of the closest brushes with death in her life. And it hadn't prepared her at all for this. "Funny to hear promises of purity from something that looks like a turd cooking on hot lava. Hungry? Eat this."
She inhaled, possibly for the last time ever, and let the fire in her heart surge out in a ferocious roar. It was like holding a matchstick up against a charging tiger, but Drache didn't stop there. The swirling cone began to grow as she focused on it, trying to repeat what she had seen Cinder do in the dilapidated temple. It lengthened but grew narrower, finer, whiter, hotter. No longer a simple gout of smoke-belching orange, it was a fine line of white-hot that hurt her eyes. When her chest ran out of breath she kept the flame alive with her power, blasting it at the oozing thing. Heat. Glorious heat. It was inside her and all around, her scales corruscating with tiny flickers that seemed to erupt from between her scales and feed up into the magical ray. She kept it up as long as she could, pouring more and more into it. All her strength. What else could she do? Die?
Getting Raffey out would be tougher, though Drache knew her wings were just strong enough to carry a human. Or a keremis. Whatever.
Everything got quiet for a moment and the half-dragon turned back to her companion, "What is it?" Her snout panned slowly as she followed his gaze, watching the trickle of blood work its serpentine way towards the portal.
"Oh, fuck me sidewa--..."
Not knowing what to expect, as soon as the surface of the portal change hue, the dragoness cringed back. One of her wings even swept in front of her, instinctively protective as she squinted. The hellish dome passed through them and rose towards the ceiling, and Drache didn't even bother testing it to see if she could get through. Whatever this was, a mere archaeologist wasn't going to be able to stop it.
The sickly sweet smell washed over her nostrils, almost cloying in its strength as it banished the sour odour from before. They'd never even discovered what was causing it. It was almost fresh, reminding Drache of the rainforest after a rain. Or the inside of one of the gemstone-glass greenhouses. Someone had told her once that the plants purified the air inside.
She began cursing herself under her breath, admonishing her own lack of care and heedlessness. Her draconic words flowed quick and harsh before she turned to Raffey and said in Common. "Yeah, sure didn't want to miss this. I don't know if my magic is strong enough to break through."
Luckily, she didn't have to worry about it. The light in the room shifted as the weird blobby things on the ceiling started to move, and then IT appeared. "Oh. Well now. That is just fantastic."
A growl ripped from her throat as the nasty-looking creature arrived, and she could simply feel that whatever it was, it was infinitely worse than it looked, which was saying a lot. It's name burned across her brain and the dragoness clawed at her temples, a shrill scream hissing through her teeth as she tried to fight the loathsome presence. She wasn't even sure if she was breathing anymore and staggered back, leaning haphazardly against the stone wall over where Raffey had fallen to his knees.
The voice was huge. Far too big. It made Laurel's sweet voice seem like nothing more than a tiny ember in a volcano. It took time just for her to realize what it was saying, let alone retaliate.
The intent to eat them was clear. And not just eat, but devour them, soul and all. Drache was far from religious, but this more-than-just-death threat was panic-inducing on a level she'd never known before. A half-dragon generally had more to worry about in this life rather than the next one. The fact that the creature called her "corrupted" meant little. Just another insult hurled in her direction, nothing she hadn't been told before. Had she realized the full implication of what the monster was suggesting...well...it was well that she did not.
The fear curdled like something cold and foul in her belly. The creature's presence didn't improve, but after the first wave of horror she found it somewhat more bearable. Glancing down at Raffey, she watched him put his foot down and brace his javelin. It seemed almost laughably ineffectual.
The impulse to fly was almost overwhelming. Her wings were lifted high and she couldn't seem to shut them. But the last thing she wanted to do was die fluttering around like a moth trapped in a lantern that was slowly cooking it alive. If death was certain, she'd rather fly directly into the flame.
Briefly, her mind flitted down the list of things she had in her pack. She wasn't terribly organized, be she had a dragon's knack for knowing what was hers. And none of it would help.
Her clawed hand lifted to touch the bump in her pocket that was Cinder in his orb. "I wish you were awake, little one." She felt protective of it. Almost more angry that the little elemental could be in danger from Coria than herself. She supposed it was the most maternal feeling she'd ever had, or ever would have, since she'd never have children of her own.
Then her hand dropped to touch Raffey's shoulder before she started walking towards the monster. She'd faced a water serpent not that long ago and it had been one of the closest brushes with death in her life. And it hadn't prepared her at all for this. "Funny to hear promises of purity from something that looks like a turd cooking on hot lava. Hungry? Eat this."
She inhaled, possibly for the last time ever, and let the fire in her heart surge out in a ferocious roar. It was like holding a matchstick up against a charging tiger, but Drache didn't stop there. The swirling cone began to grow as she focused on it, trying to repeat what she had seen Cinder do in the dilapidated temple. It lengthened but grew narrower, finer, whiter, hotter. No longer a simple gout of smoke-belching orange, it was a fine line of white-hot that hurt her eyes. When her chest ran out of breath she kept the flame alive with her power, blasting it at the oozing thing. Heat. Glorious heat. It was inside her and all around, her scales corruscating with tiny flickers that seemed to erupt from between her scales and feed up into the magical ray. She kept it up as long as she could, pouring more and more into it. All her strength. What else could she do? Die?
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