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- Please no god-modding, Mary Sues, Gary Stus. We want everyone to have fun here and it is never fun when one person is overpowering everyone else.
- Please try your best to use appropriate grammar/spelling/punctuation. It helps everyone read posts better and understand the plot.
- Do not be rude to other players.
- Only one dragon per person.
- No gear outside of what is dictated within the RP.
- If there are any uncertainties, please ping the mods!
- As the mods, our word is the final say.
- Have fun!
- Every time you post, you will get one point. Spam posts (posts that do not include other dragons or do not further interactions) will not count.
- Every time you make a post that significantly moves the plot forward, you will get 5 points.
- The person with the greatest amount of points wins at the end of the month.
- All your points will be converted into tickets for the Out of Flight Raffle at the end of the month.
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[url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/1580007/10#14628327]Nieve[/url] - Liljanlaulu
[url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/1580007/8#14601834]Marburg[/url] - Draconequis
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Polemos peered down at those that chose the [b][i]healing potion[/i].[/b]
"[b]You think ahead,[/b]" he said calmly, "[b]though it may prove too little too late. The world is crawling with terrible things that it will need a healing potion. But how long it will last and how well it will work is a whole different story.[/b]"
He blinked at the group for a moment before nodding and turning slightly to the side, his wing exposing a piece of dusty trail. It seemed clearer than the other ones lined with skulls and roots. "[b]Follow this one,[/b]" he commanded, "[b]and perhaps it will be a more peaceful journey.[/b]"
With that, he spread open his wings and took to the air.
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@SoulEmber@SporkLord@Liljanlaulu@Draconequis
Polemos peered down at those that chose the
healing potion.
"
You think ahead," he said calmly, "
though it may prove too little too late. The world is crawling with terrible things that it will need a healing potion. But how long it will last and how well it will work is a whole different story."
He blinked at the group for a moment before nodding and turning slightly to the side, his wing exposing a piece of dusty trail. It seemed clearer than the other ones lined with skulls and roots. "
Follow this one," he commanded, "
and perhaps it will be a more peaceful journey."
With that, he spread open his wings and took to the air.
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"Vell, vee had better get going. Don't get too far ahead of yourselves zough, zat Fae is right, zee diseases here are zee vorst, good luk shaking one ven you get it. But, don't vorry too much, I am a doctor and native to zese lands, feel free to ask me about any medikal koncerns." Doctor Krova turns toward the trail and begins walking along it with caution. There are new surprises in the Wasteland everyday, unfortunately these surprises are rarely fun and/ or friendly.
[i]OOC note: Let me know if you find his accent difficult to read.[/i]
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"Vell, vee had better get going. Don't get too far ahead of yourselves zough, zat Fae is right, zee diseases here are zee vorst, good luk shaking one ven you get it. But, don't vorry too much, I am a doctor and native to zese lands, feel free to ask me about any medikal koncerns." Doctor Krova turns toward the trail and begins walking along it with caution. There are new surprises in the Wasteland everyday, unfortunately these surprises are rarely fun and/ or friendly.
OOC note: Let me know if you find his accent difficult to read.
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Nieve, who had kept her distance from the others, now stepped towards her group while eyeing each of them. She tried to make an estimate at their chances of survival, should it come to fighting; The wildclaws appeared to be capable enough, if a bit eccentric. The fae, however, might be a liability. She recalled all she had learned of faes; So far from his homeland, his magic could possibly be weakened. Nieve made note to keep an eye on the fae, should he need protection.
"...But, don't vorry too much, I am a doctor and native to zese lands, feel free to ask me about any medikal koncerns."
She cast a suspicious glance at the wildclaw doctor. Something about him made her wary of approaching, with or without medical concerns.
Then she turned to the path ahead. It seemed somewhat easier to get along than the other paths around. Now that the groups and routes were decided, she was anxious to get going.
"I agree with the doctor," she said calmly after he had finished speaking.
"Let us waste no time."
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Nieve, who had kept her distance from the others, now stepped towards her group while eyeing each of them. She tried to make an estimate at their chances of survival, should it come to fighting; The wildclaws appeared to be capable enough, if a bit eccentric. The fae, however, might be a liability. She recalled all she had learned of faes; So far from his homeland, his magic could possibly be weakened. Nieve made note to keep an eye on the fae, should he need protection.
"...But, don't vorry too much, I am a doctor and native to zese lands, feel free to ask me about any medikal koncerns."
She cast a suspicious glance at the wildclaw doctor. Something about him made her wary of approaching, with or without medical concerns.
Then she turned to the path ahead. It seemed somewhat easier to get along than the other paths around. Now that the groups and routes were decided, she was anxious to get going.
"I agree with the doctor," she said calmly after he had finished speaking.
"Let us waste no time."
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Pondering what Polemos said regarding the potion, Yetunth has a brief moment of doubt in his decision. Focusing his thoughts back to why he chose the healing potion in the first place, he still agrees with himself it was the most useful path for him to take. He observes the other dragons who have been separated out into a group with him. [i]So we're being separated into groups of the same item? Not what I expected. Hopefully we won't have too many run ins with the beastclans,[/i] he thinks to himself.
The more he listens to the doctor, the warier he becomes. Typically doctors and healers help to prevent or remove all traces of illness. He somehow doubts this is the way things work here. Of the group he's been placed in, he feels the Guardian and the Tundra might be more tolerant of his presence. He knows he's the least physical of the group, but he can feel the leylines here are pulsating with Plague magic. It may not be the strongest element for him, but at least he can tap into it to help bolster his magical reserves. So long as he can cast magic, he will have value within this newly formed group.
He gives Polemos a genteel nod. "Thank you for your help, Polemos," he states as he follows along behind the Wildclaw doctor and the Guardian. "Since we'll be traveling together, we should at the very least learn one another's names. You may call me Yetunth," the fae states as he flits along.
@SporkLord @Liljanlaulu @Draconequis @PurplePanda
Pondering what Polemos said regarding the potion, Yetunth has a brief moment of doubt in his decision. Focusing his thoughts back to why he chose the healing potion in the first place, he still agrees with himself it was the most useful path for him to take. He observes the other dragons who have been separated out into a group with him.
So we're being separated into groups of the same item? Not what I expected. Hopefully we won't have too many run ins with the beastclans, he thinks to himself.
The more he listens to the doctor, the warier he becomes. Typically doctors and healers help to prevent or remove all traces of illness. He somehow doubts this is the way things work here. Of the group he's been placed in, he feels the Guardian and the Tundra might be more tolerant of his presence. He knows he's the least physical of the group, but he can feel the leylines here are pulsating with Plague magic. It may not be the strongest element for him, but at least he can tap into it to help bolster his magical reserves. So long as he can cast magic, he will have value within this newly formed group.
He gives Polemos a genteel nod. "Thank you for your help, Polemos," he states as he follows along behind the Wildclaw doctor and the Guardian. "Since we'll be traveling together, we should at the very least learn one another's names. You may call me Yetunth," the fae states as he flits along.
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Krova turns his neck to regard Yetunth. "Ah, hello zere, you may kall me Krova." He gently waves to the small dragon with a grin, though impossible to see through his mask. He turns back around and keeps walking.
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Krova turns his neck to regard Yetunth. "Ah, hello zere, you may kall me Krova." He gently waves to the small dragon with a grin, though impossible to see through his mask. He turns back around and keeps walking.
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Marburg surveyed the other dragons with a heavy sigh, shaking his head. [b] "I guess i would be more of the warrior type. Maybe i should have picked up that sword."[/b] he tilted his head slightly at the Wildclaw's thick accent.. an accent he himself recognized, being raised in a plague clan himself. It was the accent of a nearby tribe of dragons. Marburg adjusted his armor smoothly, his rotclaw reaching for the female Guardian. He slapped it with a claw, causing it to recoil with a faint whimpering sound. [b]"Well, if you weren't misbehaving i wouldn't have to slap you, Carl."[/b] The rotclaw shrank into his body, letting out a strange grumbling noise.
Marburg then took a close glance at their team. Not really the most.. ideal group. Another wildclaw, a guardian, a tundra, and a fae. One thing was sure. The Guardian would be a powerful asset. Why.. his very own lair founder and superior was a Guardian.. a bit bigger and more seasoned than this one. Guardians were natural born tanks. And then his fellow wildclaw with the strange face mask. One thing was for sure.. the way wilclaws were raised, the dragon should know how to fight. And the Tundra.. honestly.. he wasn't sure. The dragon certainly looked experienced judging by the thick coat which only came from passing a certain age. Then again, Marburg had seen tundra who act like ferocious beasts... with other tundra acting as if they were giant kittens. And then the Fae. If there was one thing Marburg knew more than anything in the world, it was not to underestimate the tiny balls of flesh. Known more for magic...and becoming rogues.. their speed was not something to be laughed at. And their size meant they were less of a target.. less of a threat. Not to mention, the most evil creature in his lair was currently taking the form of a fae. So.. he was a bit.. honestly.. suspicious of the creature.
Marburg just gave a slight nod to the doctor before starting off. [b]"I am Marburg. I was once a plague warrior.. so i know a thing or two about the land here.. what is safe and not safe to eat.. where it is safe to tread. More or less."[/b]
He glanced to the others, wings flicking. [b]"By the way.. water isn't safe to drink unless you go up into the clouds and get out of the atmosphere. Everything below six thousand feet could end up killing you."[/b]
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Marburg surveyed the other dragons with a heavy sigh, shaking his head.
"I guess i would be more of the warrior type. Maybe i should have picked up that sword." he tilted his head slightly at the Wildclaw's thick accent.. an accent he himself recognized, being raised in a plague clan himself. It was the accent of a nearby tribe of dragons. Marburg adjusted his armor smoothly, his rotclaw reaching for the female Guardian. He slapped it with a claw, causing it to recoil with a faint whimpering sound.
"Well, if you weren't misbehaving i wouldn't have to slap you, Carl." The rotclaw shrank into his body, letting out a strange grumbling noise.
Marburg then took a close glance at their team. Not really the most.. ideal group. Another wildclaw, a guardian, a tundra, and a fae. One thing was sure. The Guardian would be a powerful asset. Why.. his very own lair founder and superior was a Guardian.. a bit bigger and more seasoned than this one. Guardians were natural born tanks. And then his fellow wildclaw with the strange face mask. One thing was for sure.. the way wilclaws were raised, the dragon should know how to fight. And the Tundra.. honestly.. he wasn't sure. The dragon certainly looked experienced judging by the thick coat which only came from passing a certain age. Then again, Marburg had seen tundra who act like ferocious beasts... with other tundra acting as if they were giant kittens. And then the Fae. If there was one thing Marburg knew more than anything in the world, it was not to underestimate the tiny balls of flesh. Known more for magic...and becoming rogues.. their speed was not something to be laughed at. And their size meant they were less of a target.. less of a threat. Not to mention, the most evil creature in his lair was currently taking the form of a fae. So.. he was a bit.. honestly.. suspicious of the creature.
Marburg just gave a slight nod to the doctor before starting off.
"I am Marburg. I was once a plague warrior.. so i know a thing or two about the land here.. what is safe and not safe to eat.. where it is safe to tread. More or less."
He glanced to the others, wings flicking.
"By the way.. water isn't safe to drink unless you go up into the clouds and get out of the atmosphere. Everything below six thousand feet could end up killing you."
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The worn path the group was directed to follow reaches a grove of sorts, where barren trees are strangled by ivy, and among twisted vines and contorted roots the ground yields a surprising variety of plants including mushrooms, flowers, and shrubs. Some flourish, bright colors entrancing insects and rodents; strong limbs and straight stalks reach towards the sky. In this place, though, even the life which appears beautiful and innocent often proves to be deadly. Sweet flowers fold in on themselves to swallow naive visiting flies; bright berries coax a rat near enough for hungry purple tendrils to lash suddenly out. Others seem to have lost their virility, barely clinging to life. Their adaptations have failed to prevent the attachment of a parasitic fungus; the tables turn when prey oozes corrosive slime.
The path breaks into three forks a short ways into the forest. The first path winds tightly, edges lined with brambles. The second is defined by a rickety bridge above what appears to be a muddy bog, which emits foul smelling gas. The last curves gently and seems relatively unencumbered, but is overgrown with swollen mushrooms. One pops quietly, letting a geyser of spores fly up, then settle slowly to the ground.
None of the paths are without danger, and there is no hint as to which Polemos meant for the group to follow. A choice must be made- sneak gingerly through the thorns, rush over the noxious bog and hope the bridge holds, or find a way through the mushroom minefield.
[i]OOC note: Once again, sorry for failing to put this up yesterday. I got completely side tracked and forgot. You may use the dragons as NPCs within reason. This means that you should not expect them to surrender or cooperate very easily and should expect a fight[/i]
@SoulEmber @SporkLord @Liljanlaulu @Draconequis
The worn path the group was directed to follow reaches a grove of sorts, where barren trees are strangled by ivy, and among twisted vines and contorted roots the ground yields a surprising variety of plants including mushrooms, flowers, and shrubs. Some flourish, bright colors entrancing insects and rodents; strong limbs and straight stalks reach towards the sky. In this place, though, even the life which appears beautiful and innocent often proves to be deadly. Sweet flowers fold in on themselves to swallow naive visiting flies; bright berries coax a rat near enough for hungry purple tendrils to lash suddenly out. Others seem to have lost their virility, barely clinging to life. Their adaptations have failed to prevent the attachment of a parasitic fungus; the tables turn when prey oozes corrosive slime.
The path breaks into three forks a short ways into the forest. The first path winds tightly, edges lined with brambles. The second is defined by a rickety bridge above what appears to be a muddy bog, which emits foul smelling gas. The last curves gently and seems relatively unencumbered, but is overgrown with swollen mushrooms. One pops quietly, letting a geyser of spores fly up, then settle slowly to the ground.
None of the paths are without danger, and there is no hint as to which Polemos meant for the group to follow. A choice must be made- sneak gingerly through the thorns, rush over the noxious bog and hope the bridge holds, or find a way through the mushroom minefield.
OOC note: Once again, sorry for failing to put this up yesterday. I got completely side tracked and forgot. You may use the dragons as NPCs within reason. This means that you should not expect them to surrender or cooperate very easily and should expect a fight
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