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Posted: Sat Apr 19, 2008 9:29 pm
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Flint
(Starter #4 has arrived! Enjoy, guys)!
Plot:
As any educated Lyndrian knows, each Dragon clan is named after a specific gemstone which corresponds to the coloration of their scales, as well as their behaviour. However, the Dragons themselves see these gems as sacred vessels capable of containing even the greatest of magics within their shining surfaces. Perhaps, it is for this reason that even the most dimwitted of Dragon species are so attracted to these majestic rocks. However, what happens when one of these gems strikes another is an incredibly terrifying spectacle that I would have hoped to go my entire life without witnessing. Unfortunately, that is not the case. I have just received word from a friend of mine in the Opaline clan that they are at war with my brethren, the Diamond clan. Apparently, our leader's thirst for dominance has finally pushed him over the edge and forced him North to war with the Opalines. Every Dragon clan knows full and well that the Opalines are in charge, and for good reason: they are the wisest, filled to the brim with every secret of every tribe and clan within Lyndria. I do not wish for my brothers to fall victim to their flame, nor do I wish for us to be triumphant. My only hope is for this battle to come to an end, as every clan betwixt us has been pulled into this deadly current. Every day, I hear them and watch them clashing within these mountains, but with every clan taking part in this war, I must wonder.. Who will return peace and stillness to this land..?
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Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2008 9:03 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 08, 2008 6:32 pm
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(I'm actually going to be jumping from another thread to this one, so to avoid confusion on my part, and on the parts of others. Sorry if this is an incovienience.) Salem was forced to walk after the forest suddenly gave way to barren lands and flatland. He then promptly smacked his hand to his forehead as he reached into his side pocket and took out his gem, recently stolen from a museum. He focused on the capitol of the Dragonlands and was instantly transported. After a good shaking of his balance he appeared on the outside of the great city. He dusted himself off and proceded to the gates.
Before he could get within ten feet of the gate one of the guards shot a firebolt at his feet. 'Wow, he's a lousy shot...' He thought to himself. Almost as if in response the guard said, "Next time I won't miss. State your purpose or you will be killed." Salem was taken aback. 'Some people have no manners. Well, I'll have to handle this one delicately or I'm dead, literally.' Salem quickly cleared his throat and prepared to weave his usual web of lies. "I'm here to deliver a message to your leader. I just hope that I can get to him before the information is worthless."
The guard didn't miss a beat in replying with, "What is the information? If you tell us then we'll tell you if it is important enough for you to deliver." Salem laughed mentally as he thought, 'These guys don't know who they're dealing with.' He looked the guard right in the eye and said, "It's about the assassination attempt that is about to happen." The guards both instantly went pale. After a few moments one of them managed to say, "Go. Quickly."
Salem's face was stoic but his emotion's inside were laughing really hard. 'Honestly these people are so articulate that it never ceaces to amaze me...' And with that thought, he ran into the city. As soon as the gates shut behind him he thought, 'Now to foil a fake assassination...' Running into the city he found a place to hide and waited for the right person to walk by.
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Posted: Fri Aug 08, 2008 8:07 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 08, 2008 10:21 pm
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Salem rifled through his bag looking for something to use. He eventually came across his most deadly weapon, his disguise kit. He quickly put on the guise of a corrupt merchant. 'This should do.' he thought to himself as he shuffled out of the alley.
He suddenly spotted a shadey peasant walking by. Salem instantly took the opportunity. "Hello good sir, may I interest you in some wares that I have?" The man looked at Salem, then looked around, and finally after thoroughly scanning the crowd he looked back at Salem and said, "Yes... I think that I could use your wares. What have you got?" Salem just grinned and said, "Come step into my office please..." he said, gesturing the alleyway.
As soon as the shadows enveloped them Salem knocked the poor man over the head. 'That should keep him asleep for a while.' Salem could have just put the man to sleep with a spell but he didn't like doing spells. They made him nauseous. He then promptly disrobed and put his peasant boy outfit on, storing his other outfit in his bag of holding. Another 'gift' from an unsuspecting mage. Using his Gate Gem, he teleported to another alley more in the middle of the city, to drop off the 'assassin'.
Again, as with the main gates to the city, he was fired at then questioned about his motives. All he had to do was show the man to the guards and say the word, "Assassin" and he was let into the main chamber room of the palace. Almost immedeately he was searched. Fortunately the King arrived before they could get to any of the really incriminating stuff.
Salem spoke, "Good King, I have a message for you. This man," Salem indicated the sleeping man next to him, "Was going to attempt an assassination on you." The king just sat and took the news quite well. He then motioned to the guards and they left the room. 'Wow is this a dumb king...' Salem thought. As the king approached Salem he was quickly held at knifepoint. "Tell me where you store the gem and there will be no bloodshed."
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Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2008 6:27 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2008 7:39 pm
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(Umm, I teleported here. I didn't walk. Also the gem transports the user and any others that he/she chooses, sorry no hitchhikers.)
Surprised, Salem focused on the new target. He quickly started to form a spell in his mind. He may get nauseous when he does do spells but that doesn't mean that he completely avoids them. With a spell ready just in case he cautiously approached his dagger only to be threatened even more with her sword.
Seeing that he wouldn't get past her by normal means he activated his spell, it was an influence spell, making everyone in the room compulsively do whatever it took to please him. At will he could highten the spell, making it harder to resist.
(For now I'll describe the strength on a scale of one to ten, ten being the best.)
He set the level of the spell at a five, which could take down even the most strong willed non-magical person, and could even influence novice to adept magic users. He carefully worded his next sentence. "I'm sorry to bother you, but could you hand me that knife over there?" His voice was covered in layers of treble and baritone, making it sound like there was a chorus sining his commands.
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2008 6:27 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2008 7:43 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2008 5:14 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 1:48 pm
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Drazkiel didn't like sunlight. It irritated his skin and restricted his form. Although, having Human blood, he could survive prolonged sunlight, his Shadowed blood despised it and longed for shade.
He had traveled for about a day when he arrived at the town. He scanned it, to see if there were any beings inside worth fighting, and was delighted to find there were four different beings with a level 5 essence, as well as about a dozen level 4s and numerous level 3s. He categorized essences to make it easier to compare people; he had only ever encountered three level 5s before, and he'd never managed to consume one. He only ever encountered one level 6...
Arriving at the gate, he was greeted with numerous expletives and the sounds of crossbows being drawn. The sun was hidden behind the castle. Perfect. As a fireball flew towards him, he easily dispersed his chest and dodged the attack. He drifted through one of the arrows slots and made short work of the guards. He searched the bodies casually; only the mage had had a powerful essence. He lifted the body by the throat and drew the mage's power into his own body. Flicking his hand, a matchlight of a flame appeared in the palm of his hand. Nothing like it had been in life - he'd have to collect more mage essences for it to rival a true fireball. He clenched his fist and smothered the mini-flame.
He strode into the town as if he'd been welcome all along. A nearby sign said "Welcome to Flint".
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 10:18 am
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 11:24 am
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 7:48 am
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2008 10:53 pm
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