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| Dragonic Passions; Crappy title...Is Dragonic even a WORD?! | |
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| Topic Started: Aug 23 2005, 12:57 PM (513 Views) | |
| Éaria Corleoné | Aug 23 2005, 12:57 PM Post #1 |
Goddess of Virtue
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The large gates that stood much like a mouth of a great dragon had surprised the deity. She did not shake in fear, quiver, or even give a second thought to the odd dragon temple, although, she did mutter a curse as she drew the blade of flame, and the blade of Frost, the scimitars known as Killian and Keeshe. The curved blades rippled as they swiped across the thing metal scabbards that were buckled at her waist. She moved swiftly, her blades rippling in the air, cause small disruptions as she moved. Her black garbs of a ninja, and her padded boots as they hit the ground in a soft and almost unheard thud. She moved through the gates swiftly, jumping up, and dodging the occasional dragon who seemed to wander through the temple as a Defense of sorts. She made sure to keep her blades well positioned, and when she found the small ledge to kneel on and rest, she tied her long, black hair back in a bun. In the next moment before she made her move off of the ledge, she pulled the black ninja mask across her mouth and nose, carefully buckling it around her ear to hide her facial feautres from an onlooker until she finally decided to remove it. Her feet padded across the soft flooring as she dove through the air, and flipped, landing carefully on the ground. Her scimitars hummed a tune of battle as she stabbed a short man who was holding an axe and wandering his way towards her, much like he was a guard of some sort. She killed him instantly. As she moved again, she carefully dodged the dragons she saw in front of her, careful not to get spotted and shown the way out in a most hateful manner. In the end, she reached the chamber she was looking for...The library of the Structure of Dragons. She needed two specific books for her collection, both rumored to be housed here...And she was not leaving without them. |
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Name | Earia Corleone Age | 16 [Immortal] Race | Half Moon Elf Class | Goddess of Virtue Occupation | Witch [Prophetess]  .:l:.Character Information.:l:. Description .:l:.Inventory.:l:. Inventory l Book of Shadows l Celestial Magicks | Companions | Weaponry 
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| Drysin Zak | Aug 28 2005, 01:32 PM Post #2 |
Dragon-King Bahamut
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((OOC: Uhhh....yeah.... for future reference, the term is "Draconic" with a c. From the latin word draco. So....eh, whatever.)) Deep within the confines of a comfy armchair sat the almighty God of Dragons, dead to the world having drifted off into the realms of slumber. He had actually not intended to do so, originally planning to study and catalogue the massive collection of tomes left in the library by his predecessor Setharoth. But, no matter how powerful or determined Maleficius was, he could never hope to compete with the power an immense treatise on archaic agricultural laws, taxes and stipends. The book in question still lay in his lap, opened on a page in the middle of a chapter primarily concerned with the taxation per head of cows used for the purposes of milking in the regions on the isle of Fincayra, compared with those in Avalon. For the past few hours the library had also begun to fill with smoke, the sulfurous result of Mal's rumbling snores. Eventually, through the smoky haze of the library something reached Mal, something distinctly unusual. The sound of Mal's snores ceased, to be replaced with the sound of tentative sniffing. Mal could smell something out of place, and even asleep his brain knew enough to recognise a threat. Mal's eyes snapped open and he quickly awoke with the smell of fresh blood filling the air. Something must of happened in the corridor, for there was a slight breeze that always blew in from the entrance that carried through to most of the rooms in the temple. Mal picked up Katharos, his broadsword, from where he had placed it beside the arm chair and drew it from the hydra-skin scabbard in one fluid motion. Hurriedly he rose from the armchair, ignoring the book in his lap as it fell on the floor with a thump, turning towards the door to investigate the disturbance. Instead, he was confronted with the presence of what appeared to be a young woman dressed in ninja garb, apparently trying to sneak in to get here...and the only possible conclusion Maleficius could think of was that this was an assassin, and he was the target. " Who...?"Mal shook his head in disbelief."It does not matter. I will not be killed by the likes of you." He crouched in fighting stance, waiting for the ninja to make the next move. |
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'Steady as a mountain, attack like fire. Still as wood, swift as the wind. In Heaven and Earth I alone am to be revered.' ~Takeda Shingen~ Last came Anarchy: he rode On a white horse, splashed with blood; He was pale even to the lips, Like Death in the Apocalypse. And he wore a kingly crown, And in his grasp a sceptre shone; On his brow this mark I saw – “I AM GOD, AND KING, AND LAW!” ~The Mask of Anarchy~ Maleficius: a description ...And all of his stuff too. Enjoy your godliness.... | |
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| Éaria Corleoné | Sep 1 2005, 08:15 AM Post #3 |
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Goddess of Virtue
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The appearance of the Dragon Master known as Mal was soemthign she did not expect. She knew he would be here, of course, but besides Seth, She had not met many Dragon men, and this one was sort of odd to her. As of this moment, she found herself staring at his body and soul, wondering what to do next. Kill him? She had no such intention. She wanted a Book, two to be percise, and therefore, she would find them before she did leave, or she would kill this man in her attempts. Keeshe whispered a thought into her mind as she slipped Killian back into the scabbard it was held in. "Dearest God, Not once have I mentioned I would kill you. I Have no intention to unless you stand in my way, in which case, I shall let your crimson blood cover my blades and leave your body on the ground in a pile of nothing. Is that clear? I Have come in search of two books rumored to be held here, nothing more and nothing less. Do not make me kill, for killing is not on my agenda for tonight, and I will kill you if it is needed." Her words were harsh, and her eyes flickered about, scanning the form of the man in front of her. He seemed strong, and his broadsword posed very little threat to her twin blades, but she did not underestimate him...She didn't underestimate anyone. She would kill him if the opprotuinty was called for, but as of now, she had no intention to. Her black eyes ran over the man, and she found herself once more peaking into his aura, only to find nothing there to help her. She was not sure if it was Magicks, or the Fact that he was a dragon man -For whenever Earia looked at Seth, she could see nothing in his Aura either. Whatever it was, She was not fazed too long about it, and in a minute, moved back to searchign for her books, her hand never leaving the Hilt of her wonderful Blade of Frost, Keeshe. |
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Name | Earia Corleone Age | 16 [Immortal] Race | Half Moon Elf Class | Goddess of Virtue Occupation | Witch [Prophetess] .:l:.Character Information.:l:. Description .:l:.Inventory.:l:. Inventory l Book of Shadows l Celestial Magicks | Companions | Weaponry
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