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Re: Dragon Stone (Dragon/Human/Cataclysm RP) ACCEPTING EVERY
by ~Supernatural Life~ » Thu Dec 09, 2010 9:20 am
(( Mala-Shae is one, not many dragons. ))
"At the foot of Mount Tibor, surrounded and outnumbered,
the Order's only chance lay in this sword - the Runeblade.
The weapon was borne by the warrior Heron, and the dragon, Arokh.
As the armies clashed, Navaros entered a mystic trance,
drawing power for a massive spell of destruction.
With the stolen strength of his dragon's soul,
Navaros had grown far mightier than any mage before him.
As the words of destruction rose to his lips,
a lone dragon came shrieking from the clouds,
weaving amidst the streams of lightning and fire that flooded the sky.
On Arokh's back, Heron gripped the Runeblade in both hands,
and with one final cry,
drove it deep into Navaros' blackened heart.
All sound went silent somehow, in the moment of the act.
The tremendous forces Navaros had summoned were unleashed without direction.
The clash of swords was heard no longer, and blackness hung over the field.
When at last the smoke cleared, the two great armies lay decimated.
Where Navaros had stood, a wound-like rip had been torn in the very fabric of space.
In the smouldering crater below, Heron lay dead, the Runeblade broken in two at his side.
In that blackened pit, only the dragon Arokh still clung to life..."
the Order's only chance lay in this sword - the Runeblade.
The weapon was borne by the warrior Heron, and the dragon, Arokh.
As the armies clashed, Navaros entered a mystic trance,
drawing power for a massive spell of destruction.
With the stolen strength of his dragon's soul,
Navaros had grown far mightier than any mage before him.
As the words of destruction rose to his lips,
a lone dragon came shrieking from the clouds,
weaving amidst the streams of lightning and fire that flooded the sky.
On Arokh's back, Heron gripped the Runeblade in both hands,
and with one final cry,
drove it deep into Navaros' blackened heart.
All sound went silent somehow, in the moment of the act.
The tremendous forces Navaros had summoned were unleashed without direction.
The clash of swords was heard no longer, and blackness hung over the field.
When at last the smoke cleared, the two great armies lay decimated.
Where Navaros had stood, a wound-like rip had been torn in the very fabric of space.
In the smouldering crater below, Heron lay dead, the Runeblade broken in two at his side.
In that blackened pit, only the dragon Arokh still clung to life..."
Legend of the Order of the Flame,
of Arokh the Hero
and Heron the Mighty Rider
of how they saved the world of Drakan...
of Arokh the Hero
and Heron the Mighty Rider
of how they saved the world of Drakan...
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Re: Dragon Stone (Dragon/Human/Cataclysm RP) ACCEPTING EVERY
by ʞ ɔ ǝ ɹ ʍ d ı ʞ s » Thu Dec 09, 2010 9:21 am
((Yeah but didnt the other two come over as well?))
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Re: Dragon Stone (Dragon/Human/Cataclysm RP) ACCEPTING EVERY
by ~Supernatural Life~ » Thu Dec 09, 2010 9:25 am
(( Nope ^-^ ))
"At the foot of Mount Tibor, surrounded and outnumbered,
the Order's only chance lay in this sword - the Runeblade.
The weapon was borne by the warrior Heron, and the dragon, Arokh.
As the armies clashed, Navaros entered a mystic trance,
drawing power for a massive spell of destruction.
With the stolen strength of his dragon's soul,
Navaros had grown far mightier than any mage before him.
As the words of destruction rose to his lips,
a lone dragon came shrieking from the clouds,
weaving amidst the streams of lightning and fire that flooded the sky.
On Arokh's back, Heron gripped the Runeblade in both hands,
and with one final cry,
drove it deep into Navaros' blackened heart.
All sound went silent somehow, in the moment of the act.
The tremendous forces Navaros had summoned were unleashed without direction.
The clash of swords was heard no longer, and blackness hung over the field.
When at last the smoke cleared, the two great armies lay decimated.
Where Navaros had stood, a wound-like rip had been torn in the very fabric of space.
In the smouldering crater below, Heron lay dead, the Runeblade broken in two at his side.
In that blackened pit, only the dragon Arokh still clung to life..."
the Order's only chance lay in this sword - the Runeblade.
The weapon was borne by the warrior Heron, and the dragon, Arokh.
As the armies clashed, Navaros entered a mystic trance,
drawing power for a massive spell of destruction.
With the stolen strength of his dragon's soul,
Navaros had grown far mightier than any mage before him.
As the words of destruction rose to his lips,
a lone dragon came shrieking from the clouds,
weaving amidst the streams of lightning and fire that flooded the sky.
On Arokh's back, Heron gripped the Runeblade in both hands,
and with one final cry,
drove it deep into Navaros' blackened heart.
All sound went silent somehow, in the moment of the act.
The tremendous forces Navaros had summoned were unleashed without direction.
The clash of swords was heard no longer, and blackness hung over the field.
When at last the smoke cleared, the two great armies lay decimated.
Where Navaros had stood, a wound-like rip had been torn in the very fabric of space.
In the smouldering crater below, Heron lay dead, the Runeblade broken in two at his side.
In that blackened pit, only the dragon Arokh still clung to life..."
Legend of the Order of the Flame,
of Arokh the Hero
and Heron the Mighty Rider
of how they saved the world of Drakan...
of Arokh the Hero
and Heron the Mighty Rider
of how they saved the world of Drakan...
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Re: Dragon Stone (Dragon/Human/Cataclysm RP) ACCEPTING EVERY
by ʞ ɔ ǝ ɹ ʍ d ı ʞ s » Thu Dec 09, 2010 9:26 am
((Oh... Sorry guess I read it wrong Im having a bad day lol so Im actin weird but just pretend I said the dragon instead of the dragons xD))
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Re: Dragon Stone (Dragon/Human/Cataclysm RP) ACCEPTING EVERY
by ~Supernatural Life~ » Thu Dec 09, 2010 9:32 am
(( My bad day will be tomorrow, because we had 5 days off school and tomorrow will SUCK. ))
"At the foot of Mount Tibor, surrounded and outnumbered,
the Order's only chance lay in this sword - the Runeblade.
The weapon was borne by the warrior Heron, and the dragon, Arokh.
As the armies clashed, Navaros entered a mystic trance,
drawing power for a massive spell of destruction.
With the stolen strength of his dragon's soul,
Navaros had grown far mightier than any mage before him.
As the words of destruction rose to his lips,
a lone dragon came shrieking from the clouds,
weaving amidst the streams of lightning and fire that flooded the sky.
On Arokh's back, Heron gripped the Runeblade in both hands,
and with one final cry,
drove it deep into Navaros' blackened heart.
All sound went silent somehow, in the moment of the act.
The tremendous forces Navaros had summoned were unleashed without direction.
The clash of swords was heard no longer, and blackness hung over the field.
When at last the smoke cleared, the two great armies lay decimated.
Where Navaros had stood, a wound-like rip had been torn in the very fabric of space.
In the smouldering crater below, Heron lay dead, the Runeblade broken in two at his side.
In that blackened pit, only the dragon Arokh still clung to life..."
the Order's only chance lay in this sword - the Runeblade.
The weapon was borne by the warrior Heron, and the dragon, Arokh.
As the armies clashed, Navaros entered a mystic trance,
drawing power for a massive spell of destruction.
With the stolen strength of his dragon's soul,
Navaros had grown far mightier than any mage before him.
As the words of destruction rose to his lips,
a lone dragon came shrieking from the clouds,
weaving amidst the streams of lightning and fire that flooded the sky.
On Arokh's back, Heron gripped the Runeblade in both hands,
and with one final cry,
drove it deep into Navaros' blackened heart.
All sound went silent somehow, in the moment of the act.
The tremendous forces Navaros had summoned were unleashed without direction.
The clash of swords was heard no longer, and blackness hung over the field.
When at last the smoke cleared, the two great armies lay decimated.
Where Navaros had stood, a wound-like rip had been torn in the very fabric of space.
In the smouldering crater below, Heron lay dead, the Runeblade broken in two at his side.
In that blackened pit, only the dragon Arokh still clung to life..."
Legend of the Order of the Flame,
of Arokh the Hero
and Heron the Mighty Rider
of how they saved the world of Drakan...
of Arokh the Hero
and Heron the Mighty Rider
of how they saved the world of Drakan...
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Re: Dragon Stone (Dragon/Human/Cataclysm RP) ACCEPTING EVERY
by asexual pirate;; » Thu Dec 09, 2010 10:27 am
Asteria glided into the air, twisting like a snake. Her motion was fluid and graceful, beautiful... And deadly. Lightning flickered on her scales, gradually growing larger and larger until it stretched across the whole sky, blue lightning flashed higher up, and she was coiled in the center of it.
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Re: Dragon Stone (Dragon/Human/Cataclysm RP) ACCEPTING EVERY
by NopesaurusRexx » Thu Dec 09, 2010 11:35 am
Pen snarled at nothing in particular. He watched as the fox limped back towards him. It growled before slipping under Pen's legs and running away. Pen snarled and let out a stream of ice after the fox. The fox soon disappeared and Pen flet lonely. His still open wings quivered in the sunlight.
"You wanna make yourself useful?"
"Not particularly."
"Not particularly."
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Re: Dragon Stone (Dragon/Human/Cataclysm RP) ACCEPTING EVERY
by ~Supernatural Life~ » Fri Dec 10, 2010 1:02 am
-Shadedflame- wrote:Asteria glided into the air, twisting like a snake. Her motion was fluid and graceful, beautiful... And deadly. Lightning flickered on her scales, gradually growing larger and larger until it stretched across the whole sky, blue lightning flashed higher up, and she was coiled in the center of it.
Mala-Shae
As she crawled silently on the wide opened meadows, her size of a mountain, the mighty Dragon Mother lifted her massive snake head to the lightning sky, her cowl wide opened, her jaw opened and large poisonus fangs showing, a loud hiss on her snake tongue, her large, amber and beautiful, but deadly eyes looking at the small Chineese Dragon.
"At the foot of Mount Tibor, surrounded and outnumbered,
the Order's only chance lay in this sword - the Runeblade.
The weapon was borne by the warrior Heron, and the dragon, Arokh.
As the armies clashed, Navaros entered a mystic trance,
drawing power for a massive spell of destruction.
With the stolen strength of his dragon's soul,
Navaros had grown far mightier than any mage before him.
As the words of destruction rose to his lips,
a lone dragon came shrieking from the clouds,
weaving amidst the streams of lightning and fire that flooded the sky.
On Arokh's back, Heron gripped the Runeblade in both hands,
and with one final cry,
drove it deep into Navaros' blackened heart.
All sound went silent somehow, in the moment of the act.
The tremendous forces Navaros had summoned were unleashed without direction.
The clash of swords was heard no longer, and blackness hung over the field.
When at last the smoke cleared, the two great armies lay decimated.
Where Navaros had stood, a wound-like rip had been torn in the very fabric of space.
In the smouldering crater below, Heron lay dead, the Runeblade broken in two at his side.
In that blackened pit, only the dragon Arokh still clung to life..."
the Order's only chance lay in this sword - the Runeblade.
The weapon was borne by the warrior Heron, and the dragon, Arokh.
As the armies clashed, Navaros entered a mystic trance,
drawing power for a massive spell of destruction.
With the stolen strength of his dragon's soul,
Navaros had grown far mightier than any mage before him.
As the words of destruction rose to his lips,
a lone dragon came shrieking from the clouds,
weaving amidst the streams of lightning and fire that flooded the sky.
On Arokh's back, Heron gripped the Runeblade in both hands,
and with one final cry,
drove it deep into Navaros' blackened heart.
All sound went silent somehow, in the moment of the act.
The tremendous forces Navaros had summoned were unleashed without direction.
The clash of swords was heard no longer, and blackness hung over the field.
When at last the smoke cleared, the two great armies lay decimated.
Where Navaros had stood, a wound-like rip had been torn in the very fabric of space.
In the smouldering crater below, Heron lay dead, the Runeblade broken in two at his side.
In that blackened pit, only the dragon Arokh still clung to life..."
Legend of the Order of the Flame,
of Arokh the Hero
and Heron the Mighty Rider
of how they saved the world of Drakan...
of Arokh the Hero
and Heron the Mighty Rider
of how they saved the world of Drakan...
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Re: Dragon Stone (Dragon/Human/Cataclysm RP) ACCEPTING EVERY
by NopesaurusRexx » Fri Dec 10, 2010 4:25 am
Pen looked around for someone else to keep him occupied. When he didn't see anyone he tucked in his legs and dropped to the ground with a loud thud. Pen rested his head on his front feet and sighed. As he was drifting to sleep the fox came back. Pen just snorted and looked away from it. As his eyes were closing he saw the fox curl up underneath his wing and fall asleep beside him.
"You wanna make yourself useful?"
"Not particularly."
"Not particularly."
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Re: Dragon Stone (Dragon/Human/Cataclysm RP) ACCEPTING EVERY
by ~Supernatural Life~ » Fri Dec 10, 2010 9:06 am
Dragon Form:
Name: Spirit
Age: Immortal (few thousand years old)
Gender: Male
Breed: Wyvern
Destruction Level: Really deadly
Persionality: Dangerous, playful and a bit shy. He can often not be that communacative, and is shy around his crush(es). He often spends times on his own, but when there are other Wyverns around he is always there with his Breed.
Crush/Mate: Hein(crush)
Rider or free?: Free
Invincible or not?(Are you one of those who had never been touched by humans? That wont count for dragons! You are vincible for them.): Mostly invincible.
Any breath attacks?(Ice, Fire, Poison...? Max. 4 powers):
Looks/Pic(required pic, please):
Other: Sitka :3
Name: Spirit
Age: Immortal (few thousand years old)
Gender: Male
Breed: Wyvern
Destruction Level: Really deadly
Persionality: Dangerous, playful and a bit shy. He can often not be that communacative, and is shy around his crush(es). He often spends times on his own, but when there are other Wyverns around he is always there with his Breed.
Crush/Mate: Hein(crush)
Rider or free?: Free
Invincible or not?(Are you one of those who had never been touched by humans? That wont count for dragons! You are vincible for them.): Mostly invincible.
Any breath attacks?(Ice, Fire, Poison...? Max. 4 powers):
Looks/Pic(required pic, please):
Other: Sitka :3
"At the foot of Mount Tibor, surrounded and outnumbered,
the Order's only chance lay in this sword - the Runeblade.
The weapon was borne by the warrior Heron, and the dragon, Arokh.
As the armies clashed, Navaros entered a mystic trance,
drawing power for a massive spell of destruction.
With the stolen strength of his dragon's soul,
Navaros had grown far mightier than any mage before him.
As the words of destruction rose to his lips,
a lone dragon came shrieking from the clouds,
weaving amidst the streams of lightning and fire that flooded the sky.
On Arokh's back, Heron gripped the Runeblade in both hands,
and with one final cry,
drove it deep into Navaros' blackened heart.
All sound went silent somehow, in the moment of the act.
The tremendous forces Navaros had summoned were unleashed without direction.
The clash of swords was heard no longer, and blackness hung over the field.
When at last the smoke cleared, the two great armies lay decimated.
Where Navaros had stood, a wound-like rip had been torn in the very fabric of space.
In the smouldering crater below, Heron lay dead, the Runeblade broken in two at his side.
In that blackened pit, only the dragon Arokh still clung to life..."
the Order's only chance lay in this sword - the Runeblade.
The weapon was borne by the warrior Heron, and the dragon, Arokh.
As the armies clashed, Navaros entered a mystic trance,
drawing power for a massive spell of destruction.
With the stolen strength of his dragon's soul,
Navaros had grown far mightier than any mage before him.
As the words of destruction rose to his lips,
a lone dragon came shrieking from the clouds,
weaving amidst the streams of lightning and fire that flooded the sky.
On Arokh's back, Heron gripped the Runeblade in both hands,
and with one final cry,
drove it deep into Navaros' blackened heart.
All sound went silent somehow, in the moment of the act.
The tremendous forces Navaros had summoned were unleashed without direction.
The clash of swords was heard no longer, and blackness hung over the field.
When at last the smoke cleared, the two great armies lay decimated.
Where Navaros had stood, a wound-like rip had been torn in the very fabric of space.
In the smouldering crater below, Heron lay dead, the Runeblade broken in two at his side.
In that blackened pit, only the dragon Arokh still clung to life..."
Legend of the Order of the Flame,
of Arokh the Hero
and Heron the Mighty Rider
of how they saved the world of Drakan...
of Arokh the Hero
and Heron the Mighty Rider
of how they saved the world of Drakan...
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