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Shur'turgal a eragon roleplay

Silently, Ivaran watches the half-elf.
Korrevene adjusts herself, dark green head emerging from under the blanket. One studying her closely might notice the clear, glass-like spines along the sagittal crest of her spine and skull. Merely glancing at her, though, would be distracted by the way the edges of her scales seem to shimmer as light hits them.
Because I am small, and busy. As such, I needed sleep. The little reptile says this gracefully, matter-of-factly.
She swam in the water and tired herself out, Ivaran translates. Korrevene glares at him.
Sharp green eyes follow the key, then make steady contact with Bellamy's own gaze. His expression is amused, almost, if not slightly quizzical.

Shur'turgal a eragon roleplay

first? how so?

Shur'turgal a eragon roleplay

Ignoring the fuss from the half-elf, Ivaran smiles – if such an expression could be called a “smile” rather than a “smirk”. He blinks slowly, assuredly, body language communicating ease and relaxedness to the other feline as he scans the others in the room. He looks back at Bellamy, unhurried. “Ah,– yes. I believe so. You are all to be fellow students, I take it?” In his bag, Korrevene shifts.

Shur'turgal a eragon roleplay

I don’t know if it’s geographically accurate, but I didn’t have a map to go off of for the island, so I went with what first came to mind. Here’s a visual for the first paragraph.

Shur'turgal a eragon roleplay

Ivaran steps out of the boat, tying it to a cypress tree on the edge of the water. Sure of the waterproofness of his boots, he walks decisively through the thin patch of trees, long coat sweeping through the shallow water. A deep green dragon follows him, excitedly splashing and stirring up mud. She snaps at a fleeing salamander. As the water slopes up and loses depth, he picks her up out of the water and tucks her into his bag. A moment later, they break through the tree line.
The man shades his eyes and sighs. Here we are. He grimaces, just a little. All’s well that ends well. We made better time than I had expected. I just would have hoped to come under the cover of night.
And I, the cover of palm leaves. The little dragon might have rolled her eyes, had they functioned like a humanoid’s. We are here. No point complaining. She curls up, worming herself under a blanket, and chirps lightly.
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He given directions to a room and begins his way up a staircase. As he nears the room, his nose, although dulled by taking human form, picks up the scent of another werecat. He knocks on the worn oak door, and waits.

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Do I want to? Sorta. But it wouldn't really be fair. I don't know why he's offline, and it's none of my business, but it might as well be a very valid reason.

Shur'turgal a eragon roleplay

Aran

Rider

Name: Ivaran Qirona
Race: Werecat
Appearance:

Humanoid Form

Cat Form

At first glance, his cat form is a black leopard. Further examination shows that he is no larger than a bobcat or a maine coon cat. As a human, he wears dark, layered pirate-esque clothing with tall black boots. He keeps his black hair slicked back, though some escaped wisps frame his face. His argetlam is on the tips of the index, middle, and ring fingers of his left hand. It manifests as swirls, almost like cartoonish fingerprints.
About: Sly and carefully well-groomed, Ivaran is an extremely charismatic diplomat and negotiator. He speaks many languages. Uses darts, knifes (dual-wielded or thrown), and poisons to fight, hunt, and kill. He makes the toxins himself.

Dragon

Name: Korrevene
Appearance:

Dragon

Shimmering, pearlescent green scales distract from nearly transparent razor-sharp claws and venomous retractable spines. Quite the opposite of a snake, however, as a hatchling, her venom is almost insignificant (if not a little itchy) when administered. Nonetheless, handling her without her cooperation is very difficult. The underside of her broad wings is a satiny aqua, the color of a shaded cove.
Scale Color: Green
About: She seems to be very calm and kind. Prone to make chittering noises. She prefers fish to red meat, a characteristic she shares with her rider.

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There's mine. [redacted bc oh sike you already did]

Camp Half Blood II

Llewelyn Baines, son of Hades, god of death, had not expected to drop everything in his grasp when a sudden vision overcame him.
Though if he had, he wouldn’t have been holding a priceless paleontological artifact, he supposed.
Ah, well. If fifty-eight million years of weathering and climate hadn’t been able to destroy this fossilized dorsal vertebra of Titanoboa, how could a little gravity hope to measure up? He came to his senses on the ground by the projector screen, head in his hands. He looked over at the vertebra, up at the concerned faces of thirty established and publicized scientists, and said, “Uh. . . It’s fine?”
From behind him, his boyfriend scoffed. “Forget the rock, genius. You don’t normally black out in the middle of a lecture, even if you are hopelessly excited. What happened?”
Llewellyn frowned, curling onto his side and pulling himself up with Joshua’s help. “It’s a fossil, not a rock, and no, I’m not going to “forget it,”” He knelt down, carefully picking the backbone up, and dusted it off. “I’m fine. I just have to go make a call.”
“To your doctor? Cool. Excellent idea.”
He turned around and made a face. “No, not to my – to a friend. Something’s going on.”
Joshua’s face lit up with understanding, or some semblance of it. “Go. I’ll wrap things up and chase these old losers out.”
Llewellyn shook his head violently, immediately regretting it as a wave of dizziness crashed into him. “Shit. Whatever. I’ll let you know what’s going on as soon as I do.”
Outside of the conference room, he pulled his hair up and out of his face. From the bottom of his bag, he pulled out an old flip phone. He pressed a number, triggering speed dial, and held it up to his ear.
“Ivy? Ivy? It’s Lyn. I think something bad just happened.”

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Camp Half Blood II

There's no way of changing the link color, so I put it below the pictures bc it bothered me. I might just take out the link and have it just be the song title and artist with each chara's color. If I do, i'll put it above the picture.