Yigros [OOC, Fantasy, Always OPEN!]

[The Cyberiad Council]

i guess i can go ahead and transport margaret and josephine as well to Rummel.

yes, I have used my magic OP powers and booped you all there together. (except for Three and Zad)

[Dragonarya]

i guess i can go ahead and transport margaret and josephine as well to Rummel.

yes, I have used my magic OP powers and booped you all there together. (except for Three and Zad)

I used my magic Co-OP powers to get them there. Your argument is invalid

[The Cyberiad Council]

I approve, except, Drakons are more like big snakes. Not really the feet type.

[Dragonarya]

I approve, except, Drakons are more like big snakes. Not really the feet type.

Crap, will fix that (doesn't the pic have feet?)

[Dragonarya]

Hey, would you look at that! Someone besides myself and Cy has posted! Good for you, White Bluff!

[White Bluff]

Thanks

[The Cyberiad Council]

I approve, except, Drakons are more like big snakes. Not really the feet type.

Crap, will fix that (doesn't the pic have feet?)

Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

[Tundra Terra]

Now im a heavily armed golem...any want to interact?

[Nuridia]

I'll be posting soon so we can interact. Plus I'll have Lyssa slide over, she's not doing anything.

[Turkducken]

What sounds like a better idea, the melancholy last of his kind Giant, or a mysterious wandering Undead who is trying to discover the purpose of his undeath?

[Tundra Terra]

Undead....much more conflict and drama involved...plus there's all sorts of people who will shove him on one side or another.

[Darksworth]

Jesus, I only slept for a couple hours and now the IC thread is infested with a dragon?

I'll be getting a post up since this is hella' interesting.

[The Unhallowed City]

Name: Tallith
Appearence: Tallith is a lithe, pale little creature swaddled in feathers and silk. She stands at 5 feet and 8 inches, sports a head of red hair tied back into a short, high ponytail, and a set of black horns that curl around their jawline like mandibles. Nearly every inch of her is covered in black garb, from boots to feathered cloak and silk gloves. Her face is covered by a simple wooden mask that, rather than having eyeholes, simply has six eyes painted onto it in vertical sets of threes. From the top of her head sprout twin antennae, and from her posterior is a red fox's tail.
Age: 43
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Occupation: Mage, Thaumaturge
Faction: Independent
Personality: Independent, quiet, logical. She gives the impression of someone who would rather begin working their way through a problem and make it up as they go than formulate a plan, and generally relies heavily upon the ability to react quickly and remain fluid. Tallith has no particular allegiances beyond to her friends, of which she has few, if only because of being so nomadic. She endeavors to be open-minded in all things, but is quick to react when her thoughts are made on a matter. For better or worse, Tallith is just as swift to lash out as she is to laugh something off.
Bio: Tallith adopted a dangerously neutral policy on matters of office and politics, offering her services as magical advisor and capable huntress to any lordling who could afford her. She drew no difference between virtuous nobles and warmongering tyrants, and gravitated from house to house with the same esoteric manners which urged lesser lords and ladies to call upon her in the first place. The Magus has been seen in a dozen courts and countrysides across the realm, either bending the knee before a new throne and offering advise to it, or marching through the wilderness to take care of troublesome beasts and monsters.
Weapons: At her hip and back are a silver longsword and steel claymor, respectively, and her cloak's feathers are capable of cutting, like a sheet of razor blades.
Powers/Weaknesses: She carries a variety of arcane powers, from short range faux-teleportation to summoning and manipulation of iridescent cosmic flames. Her history with magic has infused her with an extended life, too, ensuring Tallith to remain youthful long into her years, granting more time to continue studying. This has extended somewhat into her physical endurance-- She is particularly durable when compared to more mundane members of her race, and can continue dealing with physical exertion or injuries long after she ought to have succumbed to either.

-For both her martial prowess and intelligence, she is merely human, and does not possess strength or swiftness beyond the means of her species.
-She can only burn through so much of her internal reserves of power in a day before requiring eat, drink, and rest to restore her spiritual vitality.
-Tallith possesses an aversion to angelic power, apparently a result of the magical augmentations her body has undergone.

[Dragonarya]

Jesus, I only slept for a couple hours and now the IC thread is infested with a dragon?

*cough* drakon, the dragons are dead *cough* *cough*

[The Cyberiad Council]

Jesus, I only slept for a couple hours and now the IC thread is infested with a dragon?

*cough* drakon, the dragons are dead *cough* *cough*

*Cough* well the big "Greater Dragons are dead, but they deliniated into smaller ones that do typical dragon stuff*cough*

[The Cyberiad Council]

Name: Tallith
Appearence: Tallith is a lithe, pale little creature swaddled in feathers and silk. She stands at 5 feet and 8 inches, sports a head of red hair tied back into a short, high ponytail, and a set of black horns that curl around their jawline like mandibles. Nearly every inch of her is covered in black garb, from boots to feathered cloak and silk gloves. Her face is covered by a simple wooden mask that, rather than having eyeholes, simply has six eyes painted onto it in vertical sets of threes. From the top of her head sprout twin antennae, and from her posterior is a red fox's tail.
Age: 43
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Occupation: Mage, Thaumaturge
Faction: Independent
Personality: Independent, quiet, logical. She gives the impression of someone who would rather begin working their way through a problem and make it up as they go than formulate a plan, and generally relies heavily upon the ability to react quickly and remain fluid. Tallith has no particular allegiances beyond to her friends, of which she has few, if only because of being so nomadic. She endeavors to be open-minded in all things, but is quick to react when her thoughts are made on a matter. For better or worse, Tallith is just as swift to lash out as she is to laugh something off.
Bio: Tallith adopted a dangerously neutral policy on matters of office and politics, offering her services as magical advisor and capable huntress to any lordling who could afford her. She drew no difference between virtuous nobles and warmongering tyrants, and gravitated from house to house with the same esoteric manners which urged lesser lords and ladies to call upon her in the first place. The Magus has been seen in a dozen courts and countrysides across the realm, either bending the knee before a new throne and offering advise to it, or marching through the wilderness to take care of troublesome beasts and monsters.
Weapons: At her hip and back are a silver longsword and steel claymor, respectively, and her cloak's feathers are capable of cutting, like a sheet of razor blades.
Powers/Weaknesses: She carries a variety of arcane powers, from short range faux-teleportation to summoning and manipulation of iridescent cosmic flames. Her history with magic has infused her with an extended life, too, ensuring Tallith to remain youthful long into her years, granting more time to continue studying. This has extended somewhat into her physical endurance-- She is particularly durable when compared to more mundane members of her race, and can continue dealing with physical exertion or injuries long after she ought to have succumbed to either.

-For both her martial prowess and intelligence, she is merely human, and does not possess strength or swiftness beyond the means of her species.
-She can only burn through so much of her internal reserves of power in a day before requiring eat, drink, and rest to restore her spiritual vitality.
-Tallith possesses an aversion to angelic power, apparently a result of the magical augmentations her body has undergone.

Accepted

[The Cyberiad Council]

"...we come from before death; form the other side of the scar, from the outside of the universe where things are still infinite. Gods, Angels, Dragons, Eldermen; Even with all of them working together they couldn't strike us down. The best they managed was to lock us away. We are... incapable of death. In fact, only one drakon has ever died. He was fascinated by this world's concept of Death; he became what your tongue calls a necromancer. Arrogance and Ignorance bred together and he granted himself the ability to die. For hundreds of thousands of years, we have been bound in our prisons, but we are preparing to rise. As we speak one of my brethren is stirring in his slumber, soon to be freed.[/b]"

-Vülgate

For any of you that want to try and kill it

Don't worry, he's not going to eat anyone. (anyone important at least). The Wanderer brought you there to see what you are going to have to face. He is looking for the prophecised one that would seal the scar during the end of days, and all of your characters could possibly fit the bill. (don't ask me how)

[Higher Japan]

"...we come from before death; form the other side of the scar, from the outside of the universe where things are still infinite. Gods, Angels, Dragons, Eldermen; Even with all of them working together they couldn't strike us down. The best they managed was to lock us away. We are... incapable of death. In fact, only one drakon has ever died. He was fascinated by this world's concept of Death; he became what your tongue calls a necromancer. Arrogance and Ignorance bred together and he granted himself the ability to die. For hundreds of thousands of years, we have been bound in our prisons, but we are preparing to rise. As we speak one of my brethren is stirring in his slumber, soon to be freed.[/b]"

-Vülgate

For any of you that want to try and kill it

Don't worry, he's not going to eat anyone. (anyone important at least). The Wanderer brought you there to see what you are going to have to face. He is looking for the prophecised one that would seal the scar during the end of days, and all of your characters could possibly fit the bill. (don't ask me how)

Victoria: Nope nope not this shit screw that i tender my resignation.

[The Cyberiad Council]

picking up the amulet was agreeing to the terms and conditions

[Higher Japan]

picking up the amulet was agreeing to the terms and conditions

So can i keep it as a memento to the day i rue being an angel.

[Darksworth]

"...we come from before death; form the other side of the scar, from the outside of the universe where things are still infinite. Gods, Angels, Dragons, Eldermen; Even with all of them working together they couldn't strike us down. The best they managed was to lock us away. We are... incapable of death. In fact, only one drakon has ever died. He was fascinated by this world's concept of Death; he became what your tongue calls a necromancer. Arrogance and Ignorance bred together and he granted himself the ability to die. For hundreds of thousands of years, we have been bound in our prisons, but we are preparing to rise. As we speak one of my brethren is stirring in his slumber, soon to be freed.[/b]"

-Vülgate

For any of you that want to try and kill it

Don't worry, he's not going to eat anyone. (anyone important at least). The Wanderer brought you there to see what you are going to have to face. He is looking for the prophecised one that would seal the scar during the end of days, and all of your characters could possibly fit the bill. (don't ask me how)

Is there any "side effects" of eating the dragon? >:D

[Nuridia]

-Vülgate

For any of you that want to try and kill it

Don't worry, he's not going to eat anyone. (anyone important at least). The Wanderer brought you there to see what you are going to have to face. He is looking for the prophecised one that would seal the scar during the end of days, and all of your characters could possibly fit the bill. (don't ask me how)

Is there any "side effects" of eating the dragon? >:D

Well Margaret plans on getting some blood from it so I guess we’ll both find out.

[The Cyberiad Council]

Is there any "side effects" of eating the dragon? >:D

Well Margaret plans on getting some blood from it so I guess we’ll both find out.

Probably just cause extreme indigestion when the flesh never digested.

[Ruskland-Preuben]

Name: An’darak
Appearance:

Age: Was around during the demonic incursion in the 1st Era/Eon/Something, so very very old.
Gender: Male
Species: Demon
Occupation: General of an invasion force, then to wanderer, then to leader of a mercenary army that has some demons in it.
Faction: The Dark Kin, a group of criminals, outcasts, thrills seekers, and a demon or elf now and then that decided, “Hey, why don’t we beat the crap out of enemy armies for money and favors?”, and that they did. Currently numbering at 1000 personnel, with about 7 demons, him included.
Personality:[/b] Short of temper and aggressive to non-demons, seeing them as lesser beings and cannon fodder, although he never treats anyone in the Dark Kin that way, preferring a neutral-agressive stance to them. He craves the excitement of battle, and his blade gets empowered for all things that he turns into a bleeding mass, their blood being siphoned by his dark greatsword.
Bio: We begin at his brutal defeat at the hands of the angels, and his shameful retreat into the hidden areas of this world. Yet every time he hid, it took either a few centuries to days, he was found, and so he continued his exodus throughout the world and its hiding places, learning of its secrets. Eventually did the angels give up on their search for the demon general, and when word of that reached him, he came out, and wandered more.

He spent his time in the Second Era fighting the armies of the Drakons. He relished in every single moment of that era, relishing those moments of him diving into the enemy ranks and decimating them once his blade was filled with the blood of the enemy. He remembers fondly his duels with their weaker second in commands, seeing them as worthy opponents to be felled by his blade, not just fuel. Although once again he was felled instead, and he hid once more to lick his wounds and exact revenge upon them.

Although it was not to be, as by the time he rose up from the depths, the Third Era was in full swing, and the Drakons were already gone. Enraged at the fact that he could no longer exact his revenge upon his enemies, he turned his rage upon what he could encounter in his marauding. Dragons or Protomen, it mattered not, they banished his enemies when they could be ended by him.

The Fourth and Fifth era was just a time of joining battles and turning their tides, it was a fun time, though not as fun as the Second Era. At these eras was he able to locate some of his demon colleagues, and he united them, forming what would be the forerunner of the Dark Kin. He would then slowly expand it throughout the years, and it plateaued at the start of the Sixth Era at a thousand men at arms.

He was marching his army to a village when a peculiar stone amulet was found on a stone. He grabbed it, and it began pointing somewhere. He felt that this was the explosive beginning of the real deal of the Sixth Era.

Postponing his other march, he marched to the direction the amulet was pointing at.
Weapons:

Powers/Weaknesses:
Powers: He can fly! Master swordsman, can slice and dice. Brilliant strategist. Knowledge of blood magic.
Weakness: If contained properly, and is kept a reasonable distance from blood and his sword, he begins to rot and decay. Heck, he’s become addicted to blood that he is weakened if he can’t kill at least 10 people.
Likes/Dislikes: Likes blood.

[Arkeyana]

Cyberiad, can you add my character to the roster?