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 Posted: Sun Jul 18, 2010 8:52 pm
Calypso let a few tendrils of smoke escape his nostrils.
Well... I suppose when you put it that way.
He said with a haughty tone and strode towards a large, dead tree.
This'll be perfect!
He said and began to break the wood apart to more manageable pieces.
Lura cracked an eye open and saw Eclipse was up, his shape blurry. She yawned before closing her eye and shifted, getting comfortable again.
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2010 5:39 pm
Professor Yuran continued tending to the stew for a few moments before he looked back towards Lura. It kind of pained him to know that there was something wrong with her, and yet he couldn't do anything to help her at this time. He looked down towards the ground, muttering to himself. "I'll return to this island... Maybe that will be what I do in all of this... Heal those who need it..." He thought about it for a few more moments before turning back to the large pot, then back to everyone else. "If those two don't get back soon with the firewood, everyone's stomachs are gonna hurt too much to eat..." He joked quietly.
((... And I guess this makes him a perminent character...))
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 6:07 pm
Alright. To anyone who is still lurking about here, I guess we're going to officially call this place dead. Pretty soon, if there's no signs of returning life, we're going to pull life support and Maxeon and Jacior will give this place a nice little funeral they have cooked up. After that, I will try to restart again (more details on when/where to follow) and if you are SERIOUSLY interested in making a go if it, you are welcome to join there. Thank you all for the good run we did have. It was lots of fun and I wish it could have kept going.
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Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2010 6:28 pm
8 years have passed since the events depicted on these pages. Battles were fought, lost and won. Some dragons have died and more were born to take their places. People have left and joined, died and been born, rejoiced and despaired. And in the end, those who remain are scarred. Worn, torn and shaped by conflict.
In time, the island grew quiet. What dragons there were went back into hiding. The humans, now lacking the dragons to study have left, finding nothing but a few scattered towns among the beaches that are still inhabited.
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It has been 2 years since Korin was last on the island, his wounds great and terrible.
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Korin stepped onto the empty dock, his boots resounding with an echoing thud. He slowly makes his way down the dock, the people cower as he passes. His appearance is as a foretelling of doom. His face is scarred now. Running over his left eye and curving past his jawline and merging with a myriad of other scars that start at his neck and are covered by his armor.
He does not stop to look or see, at the sights of the island. He has been here before, he has seen all he needs or wants to. His daggers, now numbering 13, clatter against the armor that covers his legs. One rests on a band that leaves it dangling on his chest. His armor is now a myriad of dragonscales, leaving a impression of shifting colors and patterns as he moves.
He strikes off the beaten path, into woods he knows just as well as the halls of his own home, if not better. He strolls into the meadow, just now starting to heal its scars and gazes at the battlefield where he first encountered Ecplise and his band of "Dragon Warriors." Why they ever decided to call themselves that, in their fight against Korin, still escaped him. It was idiotic and corny on top of that.
He sighed and stretched in the afternoon light, taking in the sights and smells of times past.
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Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2010 9:25 pm
"Two years..." A voice, aged with the time of eight long years. A lone figure watched as a form made its way throught the forest, exiting out into a clearing, a meadow that had seen many better days before this time. The wounds the land bore were just beginning to heal, but this day it would be unlikely they would have that chance...
As the hunter, Korin, came into clear view within this battle scarred area, the figure shifted it position where it was, before jumping down from the boulder it had been sitting on. With a faint clatter it hit the ground, standing up fully erect with the sounds of servos and machinery. The man's gaze never left the hunters form.
This was at one time the boy Maximillion Yura, though he'd aged now. Through the eight years since the second time he'd visited the island, the majority of his limbs had to be replaced with similar mechanical replacements as the one that took the place of his right arm. Both of his legs, and his left arm from the elbow down were replaced, and his torso had been scarred all over. His left cheek has a scar that trailed off the tip of his nose from where this hunter's blade had nearly killed him.
Through the years Max had been fighting along side the other Dragon Warriors against the hunters, and now there was only one left who dared to return to the island. And that was this particular hunter. The one that just would not stay down. The one who'd slain more dragons in these years than anyone has in their entire lifetime...
After the hunter had finished stretching, the man spoke loud enough that Korin could hear. "It's been a long time, Korin. Seems I dinged you up pretty good last time, after all, it's been two years..." He said, stretching himself. "But I guess I cannot say much... After all, you've taken more from me than most would deem possible..." Max relaxed after his stretching, staring right at the hunter. "You've killed nine dragons while I've been here on this island. And now that I know I can beat you, you'll slay no more of them..." His words were as serious as his stare, his stance shifting, getting ready once again to protect the creatures of this island...
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Posted: Mon Sep 20, 2010 8:22 pm
Korin took his head in his hands and cracked his neck in both directions. The sound of the popping disturbs the afternoon air, leaving it tainted foul. "Maximillion, how little you know... She's died, my sister. That is why I have not graced the island these past years."
Korin pulled his sword from its clasps, a twisted mockery of what it once was. Reforged twice now, it was a twisted blade, carved from the rage of Korin's soul and tempered by his unearthly strength. "This time you will not break my blade. And I intend to collect the debt you owe for the last two as well."
Fingering the edge of the claw-dagger around his neck, Korin smiled. If the twisted mockery of sanity the crossed his face could be called a smile. "The dragons have been eager to come back. They were getting antsy hanging around the castle."
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 12:05 pm
The cybernetic man tilted his head to the side at what the hunter had told him. "You had a sister? Interesting... I just thought that you were spawned from some hell-hole and had the hatred from dragons since then... Spawned bad, as they would say..." He rolled his neck and shoulders, popping them before returning to his original stance.
Maximillion smiled as he pulled the blade from its place, seeing the twisted and mamed sight. "Each encounter you make with me ruins that blade more and more. I don't think it will be much more before that sword, and your skull, will shatter perminently..." The words were not a treat, but rather a statement to see how the hunter would react to them.
However, the Warrior's smile faded at his last words as he stroked the blade around his neck. "I know they have... And as soon as you are out of the picture, they will be free to do so... Ever since we started protecting the dragons, you have been the only one to continue hunting them..." He leaned back, popping his spine in a few places before entering a combative stance. "Let's end this..."
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 11:39 am
"Poor, naive, little Maximillion. When I stepped on the island docks, it was already over. When I have my way, the only living thing on this island shall be me, the plants, and the animals." Korin says, grinning in the way only those who have lost everything can.
Korin streched again in the afternoon sunlight. "Little travesty against nature," He began. "It shall be my pleasure to end the horrid reality of your life." He started laughing. A disturbing sound that harkened back to the first time anyone had been to the ruinous "meadow." "And of course take a trophy for myself."
Korin took his stance, two hands on his powerful blade and smiled. For once, an honest and innocent smile. "Soon she will be avenged." He whispered, before setting his face in a determined rage.
"Now, Yura. IT ENDS!" He bellowed, the sound echoing through the trees and launching hundreds of birds into the air. With a single step, he launched himself at the boy with metal limbs, screaming his rage and pain for the world to hear.
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Posted: Sat Sep 25, 2010 3:02 pm
Maximillion shook his head side to side at what the hunter, whom was clearly sick in the head at this point, had just said to him. "Or things will go the pure way, and only one thing will die today. You."
Max too streched, twisting his upper body side to side, popping his back in several places. He sighed after the strech, feeling better than he had been a few moments before. However, he now turned a serious glare to Korin. "You will take no more prizes. This day or any other. I will make sure of that!"
The cybernetic human took his own stance now, not needing to draw any weapon at all, all of the weapons he needed built into his extremities.
"Bring it, Altmina!" Shouted the Dragon Warrior in return, his own voice projected just as loud as his. He charged at Korin with flame in his eyes and his own brand of anger in him.
But that is where our tale will come to an end... Some say that the mighty hunter, Korin Altmina, whose strength rivalled that of the mightiest dragons, won in this epic clash. Other theorize that it was the pure-hearted, mangled dragon-lover known as Maximillion Yura who won out over the hunter. But the knowledge has faded from the tomes of time... We thank you for reading this tale. So long, fare well, and remember, you never know what you will find out there where you would least expect it...
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Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2010 5:42 pm
Wow. Thanks for that great ending, you two. Alright, so I said that if there was anyone lurking around here still, that I was going to make a redo of this RP. I've done it, and I'm going to open it for applications as soon as I post this. Check it out: Ange of Dragons ReduxThank you all, and hope to see you there!
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