Indeed we did.
We weren't very far into it though.
We weren't very far into it though.
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@yoshua171 I must withdraw. You are the winner.
The Dragon Riders of Aethier are a mythic group of men and women that have bonded with a dragon. They are a seperate power that answer to no King. Their numbers are smal with no more than a fifty existing at a time, their numbers are usually in the thirties and as one might guess they are a secluded lot, living high in the mountains away from the rest of the world.
A dragon chooses its rider while it is still in its egg. It does this by sending visions to other dragons and the one it chooses. It is then the responsibility of the Dragon Riders to find this individual and take him to be trained. This has given Dragon Riders a bad reputation and they are greeted with a mixture of fear and awe by the common folk. Be you a commoner or prince the Dragon Riders will take you.
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So, though the information above is incredibly brief it sets up the basis for what the RP will evolve around; You and your dragon. Your characters will be between the ages of 14 and 16 and be within their first few weeks of training. This is a coming of age story for exceptionally gifted young men and women.
Your dragons will start of small and over-time grow. The RP will focus on the bond between you and the dragon and other Riders. Your charactrers will learn and develope all of the strengths and weaknesses that come with being a rider, they will need to cope with being pulled from their family.
Ideally, I would like the story to progress to the point where the characters are a true force to be reckoened with and go about the world engaging in political intrigue and wars.
I would like 2 to 3 people, as I already have 1 person interested. If I gather enough interest I will post the IC with more information on the world and specifically the Dragons of Aethier and how they differ from other dragons.
Allow me to clarify the tone of this RP. While your characters are learning this is NOT a Harry Potter or Highschool RP. I value realism and character development. Bad things will happen, adult themes will be present within the rules of this forum. This RP will have a similiar tone to the Witcher series of games.
A dragon chooses its rider while it is still in its egg. It does this by sending visions to other dragons and the one it chooses. It is then the responsibility of the Dragon Riders to find this individual and take him to be trained. This has given Dragon Riders a bad reputation and they are greeted with a mixture of fear and awe by the common folk. Be you a commoner or prince the Dragon Riders will take you.
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So, though the information above is incredibly brief it sets up the basis for what the RP will evolve around; You and your dragon. Your characters will be between the ages of 14 and 16 and be within their first few weeks of training. This is a coming of age story for exceptionally gifted young men and women.
Your dragons will start of small and over-time grow. The RP will focus on the bond between you and the dragon and other Riders. Your charactrers will learn and develope all of the strengths and weaknesses that come with being a rider, they will need to cope with being pulled from their family.
Ideally, I would like the story to progress to the point where the characters are a true force to be reckoened with and go about the world engaging in political intrigue and wars.
I would like 2 to 3 people, as I already have 1 person interested. If I gather enough interest I will post the IC with more information on the world and specifically the Dragons of Aethier and how they differ from other dragons.
Allow me to clarify the tone of this RP. While your characters are learning this is NOT a Harry Potter or Highschool RP. I value realism and character development. Bad things will happen, adult themes will be present within the rules of this forum. This RP will have a similiar tone to the Witcher series of games.
Every movement with person, every action needed to either gain an advantage or remove a disadvantage, this was the core of Nicoli’s fighting style. Any sort of mage was a dangerous foe, they brought forth the unknown and the unexpected, were incredibly dangerous, resourceful and intelligent. While Sirena might not have been a mage in the classical sense it was the category in which Nicoli placed her.
There was a reason why he slid on his knees and didn’t attempt to dive forward, it was the same reason he went under the sword rather than attempt some other maneuver. He was still gathering information, still thinking and planning. His head snapping back briefly had allowed him to see two of the three swords continue on their path. The third and largest of the sword had not continued on, which provided Nicoli with another piece of information.
His right hand would sweep above and behind him, throwing the red dust into the air at the same moment he flexed his toes and pressed the top of his feet into the ground, slowing him a fraction of a second. He’d also tilt his head to the left and rise his right shoulder to attempt to avoid the blow.
The result would be the pommel of the claymore striking him on the right shoulder and turning his neat slide into a lop-sided skid. The move was a calculated one. The red dust he threw into the air came from the gullet of a rust monster, it would eat through any non-magical metal in a matter of a few seconds. It did nothing against magically enchanted metals, however, the blue tinted lens that Nicoli wore showed such auras to him and his opponent’s swords seemed to lack such auras.
Nicoli would recover from his side-long skid by turning it into a roll and then coming up to his feet, long-sword be drawn in his right hand and the ceramic ball back in his left, which was thrown to the ground and in front of him. It was a smoke-bomb. The dark grey smoke that spilled forth would stretch out 30 feet in all directions rather quickly, putting his opponent on the very edge of its reach.
There was a reason why he slid on his knees and didn’t attempt to dive forward, it was the same reason he went under the sword rather than attempt some other maneuver. He was still gathering information, still thinking and planning. His head snapping back briefly had allowed him to see two of the three swords continue on their path. The third and largest of the sword had not continued on, which provided Nicoli with another piece of information.
His right hand would sweep above and behind him, throwing the red dust into the air at the same moment he flexed his toes and pressed the top of his feet into the ground, slowing him a fraction of a second. He’d also tilt his head to the left and rise his right shoulder to attempt to avoid the blow.
The result would be the pommel of the claymore striking him on the right shoulder and turning his neat slide into a lop-sided skid. The move was a calculated one. The red dust he threw into the air came from the gullet of a rust monster, it would eat through any non-magical metal in a matter of a few seconds. It did nothing against magically enchanted metals, however, the blue tinted lens that Nicoli wore showed such auras to him and his opponent’s swords seemed to lack such auras.
Nicoli would recover from his side-long skid by turning it into a roll and then coming up to his feet, long-sword be drawn in his right hand and the ceramic ball back in his left, which was thrown to the ground and in front of him. It was a smoke-bomb. The dark grey smoke that spilled forth would stretch out 30 feet in all directions rather quickly, putting his opponent on the very edge of its reach.
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Nicoli got his answer, which was solidified as the three of Imogens swords shot forth as if they were fired from a bow. Nicoli immediately identified which of three weapons were headed at him, their trajectories obvious as they oriented on specific places on his body. Questions were being answered quickly as he tried to determine the limits of the girl’s technique.
He resisted the urge to pull out his own weapons, it would be a fruitless gesture. Battling animated swords would only serve to tire him out. What he needed was a way past that defense, to get within striking distance. It was settled, Nicoli acted quickly.
He sprinted forward at the weapons as they came towards him. His body surged, adrenaline coursing through his body, pushing him to his limits instantly. The ceramic ball he had held in his left hand was tucked away with the roll of his wrist, a little sleight of hand, his right hand dipped into another pouch and came forth with a healthy pinch of a rusty red colored dust.
When the three weapons were within a foot of striking their mark Nicoli dropped to his knees, throwing his body back in an impressive display of agility to let the three steel arrows shoot over the top of him. The speed at which things happened were fast, impressively so, to the onlooker it would appear Nicoli had simply dropped to his knees for but a moment and then snapped back forward and on to his feet where he would run forward to continue and try to close what had been a forty food gap between the two.
During his sliding movement he had taken the moment when he was bent over backwards to watch the swords and see if any quickly turned themselves about, it would provide a good indication on how quickly his opponent could react if he saw anything. Regardless, his goal was a rather obvious one. Get close.
He resisted the urge to pull out his own weapons, it would be a fruitless gesture. Battling animated swords would only serve to tire him out. What he needed was a way past that defense, to get within striking distance. It was settled, Nicoli acted quickly.
He sprinted forward at the weapons as they came towards him. His body surged, adrenaline coursing through his body, pushing him to his limits instantly. The ceramic ball he had held in his left hand was tucked away with the roll of his wrist, a little sleight of hand, his right hand dipped into another pouch and came forth with a healthy pinch of a rusty red colored dust.
When the three weapons were within a foot of striking their mark Nicoli dropped to his knees, throwing his body back in an impressive display of agility to let the three steel arrows shoot over the top of him. The speed at which things happened were fast, impressively so, to the onlooker it would appear Nicoli had simply dropped to his knees for but a moment and then snapped back forward and on to his feet where he would run forward to continue and try to close what had been a forty food gap between the two.
During his sliding movement he had taken the moment when he was bent over backwards to watch the swords and see if any quickly turned themselves about, it would provide a good indication on how quickly his opponent could react if he saw anything. Regardless, his goal was a rather obvious one. Get close.
Perfect. Thanks!
@Drifting Pollen Question about your character.
You state in her powers that she controls them telepathically but in your history you state its Arcane power she has. Can you please clarify for me, I've always seperated the two powers.
You state in her powers that she controls them telepathically but in your history you state its Arcane power she has. Can you please clarify for me, I've always seperated the two powers.
Nah. It's got nothing to do with tight-spaces.
He's better in urban environments where the terrain can be used to his advantage. It probably stems from my love of moving around while fighting instead of just standind around like in a boxing ring.
He's better in urban environments where the terrain can be used to his advantage. It probably stems from my love of moving around while fighting instead of just standind around like in a boxing ring.
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