Going to post my character sign ups
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Name:
Mortre, Mortrexia
Age:
Mid to late 20s - 23,562
Race:
Human/Worgen, Black Dragon
Appearance:
Worgen Form: looks like armory
Human Form: Bronzed skin, golden eyes, long black hair, black dragon horns off of head, slightly pointed ears.
Dragon Form: Long and lithe, ebony scales with golden underside scales. Spike tail tip instead of the pineapple tail. Golden bangles around her horns, left wrist, and right ankle. Golden chest plate wrapped around her neck. Onyx inlaid in all the gold.
Armor/Weapons:
http://pre11.deviantart.net/d941/th/pre/f/2015/109/d/3/mortre_human_colored_by_zananos-d8qdkvq.jpg
Experience in combat:
Mortre is a mix of things, though she is rarely melee based. In her human form, she can debuff enemies, boost allies, and cast an oddball spell or two using the bardic crystal system she had been working on with Kersia, utilizing music from vocal and her violin. In human and worgen form, she can manipulate the earth, lava, and fire, and can cast limited version of incinerate, conflagrate, and chaos bolt. In worgen form, she can claw and bite, though she rarely does so. In dragon form, she can also claw and bite, again rarely. She primarily uses her lava breath and earth bending abilities.
Ground Mount:
-none required-
Background:
Too long for here.
http://us.battle.net/wow/en/forum/topic/20043164120#1
Name:
Kersia, Kersiagosa
Age:
Mid 30s, 11,253
Race:
Pandaren, Blue Dragon
Appearance:
Pandaren Form: See armory.
Dragon Form: Medium sized, a little pudgier and longer than tall. Golden trimmed, arcane blue clothes with glowing runes adorn her horns, and one is also wrapped as a bow on the base of her tail. Her scales are an icy blue, her eyes are a deep blue with an arcane glow, her horn, spikes, and belly are silver.
Armor/Weapons:
She wears a long blue robe with golden accents. A thick grimoire hangs from her hip, full of magical power and wisdom. A long silver staff with an ornate blue dragon horn at the tip rests clasped to her back. A pair of spectacles rest on the bridge of her nose.
Experience in Combat:
As a mortal, Kersia has little battle mage experience. She is far more suited as a tactician and advisor over a combatant. However, when placed on the battle field, she draws on her experiences in the Nexus War to aide her. This leads to her own personal blunders, as it is hard to adapt dragon combat to mortal. As a dragon, she primarily relies on her frost breath and spells, over physical combat. Her teeth and claws are sharp, but she lacks the strength to do much with them⌠unless her opponent is fool enough to get in reach. She is somewhat versed in aerial combat, as she spent much of the Nexus War fighting in the skies.
Ground Mount:
Zaria, a cobalt talbuk that was a gift from Xinaria
Background:
Kersia was born many years before the War of the Ancients. She only ever knew her sister, Tianagosa. At least, Tiana was the only thing alive in the cave she was born in. There was blood and broken eggs strewn about. Kersia never did get to know what exactly happened. Kersia and Tiana lived in Dragonblight, where Kersia often practiced her magical studies with other blues. Tiana was older than Kersia, though she never said how far, so she often was away. Kersia never understood why Tiana would want to waste so much time with the elves, but it certainly wasnât gaining Tiana any favors amongst her flight.
Kersia worked hard, trying to gain Malygosâs favor. He was the greatest, to have his favor was an honor above all else. She nearly worshiped him in the most scientific of senses. Tiana did not. She found the mortal races far more interesting.
When the dragons met during the War of the Ancients, Kersia saw a chance to shine. Tiana was nowhere to be seen. Eager to prove her worth to Malygos, she tried her best to stay near the aspect. It was this desire that ended up saving her life. When Neltharion turned on them all, Kersia was a hairs breath within the shield Malygos put up.
The following years were dark. Tiana and Kersia remained holed away in Northrend. Occasionally Tiana would venture out to the mortal realms, and she would always return with news and books. When news came to them about blue dragons appearing around Northrend, Kersia was excited. Perhaps the flight was recovering. She began to go out and meet with her fellows once again.
Kersia followed Malygos into madness, turning on the mortal mages, killing them for what she viewed as their transgressions. However, Tiana never sided with her fellow flight members. A member of a group Kersia began to travel with began to brag about how he tracked down a mortal sympathizer within the blue flight, and was going to kill the traitor. Kersia was too blind to realize who he was talking about until it was too late.
Seeing Tianaâs bloody, elven body in the Northrend snows snapped Kersia out of her madness. She hunted down the blue that killed her and took vengeance. Even though they didnât see eye to eye, Tiana was still her sister. By killing Izaragos, Kersia saved a young red dragon, and the pair became close allies.
Over time, as the flights began to dissolve, Kersia decided to live to Tianaâs memory. She moved to Stormwind, first as a night elf, then a pandaren, and began to study the mortals and their uses of magic.
It was here, that a black dragon sought her out. The woman led her to Northrend and tried to coerce Kersia into creating an enchantment. Kersia fought back, wanting no part of any black dragonâs schemes. The pair fought and the black dragon overwhelmed Kersia. In exchange for her life, Kersia made the enchantment. She didnât think much about it for a long while after, the whole ordeal almost fading to memory.
Until the black dragon surfaced again. This time, the woman kidnapped Kersiaâs red dragon ally; Xinaria. Kersia turned to two mortals that had grown close to Xinaria, Vynianyx and Sylstyx, for help. The three of them found their way to the black dragonâs lair. Here, Kersia did battle against the black dragon once again. This time, Kersia gained the upper hand, yet chose to spare the dragon.
Kersia and Mortre have grown into a mutual respect relationship, maybe even friendship, ever since.
Kersia, Kersiagosa
Age:
Mid 30s, 11,253
Race:
Pandaren, Blue Dragon
Appearance:
Pandaren Form: See armory.
Dragon Form: Medium sized, a little pudgier and longer than tall. Golden trimmed, arcane blue clothes with glowing runes adorn her horns, and one is also wrapped as a bow on the base of her tail. Her scales are an icy blue, her eyes are a deep blue with an arcane glow, her horn, spikes, and belly are silver.
Armor/Weapons:
She wears a long blue robe with golden accents. A thick grimoire hangs from her hip, full of magical power and wisdom. A long silver staff with an ornate blue dragon horn at the tip rests clasped to her back. A pair of spectacles rest on the bridge of her nose.
Experience in Combat:
As a mortal, Kersia has little battle mage experience. She is far more suited as a tactician and advisor over a combatant. However, when placed on the battle field, she draws on her experiences in the Nexus War to aide her. This leads to her own personal blunders, as it is hard to adapt dragon combat to mortal. As a dragon, she primarily relies on her frost breath and spells, over physical combat. Her teeth and claws are sharp, but she lacks the strength to do much with them⌠unless her opponent is fool enough to get in reach. She is somewhat versed in aerial combat, as she spent much of the Nexus War fighting in the skies.
Ground Mount:
Zaria, a cobalt talbuk that was a gift from Xinaria
Background:
Kersia was born many years before the War of the Ancients. She only ever knew her sister, Tianagosa. At least, Tiana was the only thing alive in the cave she was born in. There was blood and broken eggs strewn about. Kersia never did get to know what exactly happened. Kersia and Tiana lived in Dragonblight, where Kersia often practiced her magical studies with other blues. Tiana was older than Kersia, though she never said how far, so she often was away. Kersia never understood why Tiana would want to waste so much time with the elves, but it certainly wasnât gaining Tiana any favors amongst her flight.
Kersia worked hard, trying to gain Malygosâs favor. He was the greatest, to have his favor was an honor above all else. She nearly worshiped him in the most scientific of senses. Tiana did not. She found the mortal races far more interesting.
When the dragons met during the War of the Ancients, Kersia saw a chance to shine. Tiana was nowhere to be seen. Eager to prove her worth to Malygos, she tried her best to stay near the aspect. It was this desire that ended up saving her life. When Neltharion turned on them all, Kersia was a hairs breath within the shield Malygos put up.
The following years were dark. Tiana and Kersia remained holed away in Northrend. Occasionally Tiana would venture out to the mortal realms, and she would always return with news and books. When news came to them about blue dragons appearing around Northrend, Kersia was excited. Perhaps the flight was recovering. She began to go out and meet with her fellows once again.
Kersia followed Malygos into madness, turning on the mortal mages, killing them for what she viewed as their transgressions. However, Tiana never sided with her fellow flight members. A member of a group Kersia began to travel with began to brag about how he tracked down a mortal sympathizer within the blue flight, and was going to kill the traitor. Kersia was too blind to realize who he was talking about until it was too late.
Seeing Tianaâs bloody, elven body in the Northrend snows snapped Kersia out of her madness. She hunted down the blue that killed her and took vengeance. Even though they didnât see eye to eye, Tiana was still her sister. By killing Izaragos, Kersia saved a young red dragon, and the pair became close allies.
Over time, as the flights began to dissolve, Kersia decided to live to Tianaâs memory. She moved to Stormwind, first as a night elf, then a pandaren, and began to study the mortals and their uses of magic.
It was here, that a black dragon sought her out. The woman led her to Northrend and tried to coerce Kersia into creating an enchantment. Kersia fought back, wanting no part of any black dragonâs schemes. The pair fought and the black dragon overwhelmed Kersia. In exchange for her life, Kersia made the enchantment. She didnât think much about it for a long while after, the whole ordeal almost fading to memory.
Until the black dragon surfaced again. This time, the woman kidnapped Kersiaâs red dragon ally; Xinaria. Kersia turned to two mortals that had grown close to Xinaria, Vynianyx and Sylstyx, for help. The three of them found their way to the black dragonâs lair. Here, Kersia did battle against the black dragon once again. This time, Kersia gained the upper hand, yet chose to spare the dragon.
Kersia and Mortre have grown into a mutual respect relationship, maybe even friendship, ever since.
Name:
Vynianyx Forestwalker
Age:
10,031
Race:
Night Elf
Appearance:
As armory depicts, except instead of full antlers, she has a pair of spikes coming from her forehead, and her eyes are more amber than blue.
Armor/Weapons:
Night Elf Form: As armory shows.
Feline Form: She can become a fire cat in this form. She also has titanium claws given to her from an engineer friend, that heat up based on the heat of her fire cat form.
Experience in Combat:
Vynianyx has never served in the military, but she is rather versed in combat. She has fought in many battles across her lifespan. As a druid, she is a master shapeshifter, bouncing between forms on a dime to adapt to the combat situation. However, she is not a caster, nor a healer, and doing either task requires so much focus that they are impractical in most situations.
Ground Mount:
Illuria, her cenarion hippogriff
Background:
Vynianyx was born just after the sundering ripped Azeroth into continents. Her father had a knack for druidism and joined Malfurion in the druidic lifestyle, so Vynianyx never met him. At the time of her birth, it seemed her father's knacks had seeped into her, as her eyes were not a pure blue silver. They were darker. And she seemed to have a pair of blemishes on her forehead.
Back then, it was assumed that a female kaldorei would aide her people as a priestess or a warrior, with druidism being exclusively for the males. So, when Vyn began to show signs of a gift in that tree, her mother forbade the cultivating of it. She insisted Vyn became a priestess, a huntress, anything except the foolish druid talk. But Vyn would sneak out into the wilds still. She thought maybe when her father saw her talents; he would welcome her to the order. She was wrong. When she met her father for the first time, he seemed friendly, but as she spoke of her aspirations he laughed at her.
The verbal harassment from him caused the youth to dread every time he visited and she counted the days to when he dreamed once more. To ease her mother's pain, she decided to become a huntress, although she still attempted to self-teach herself the druidism. Her mother knew still, as her eyes never lightened, as those blemishes never went away no matter how hard she scrubbed and filed.
When her parents were slaughtered in front of her during the Satyr wars, Vynianyx felt a feral snap within her core. She felt the wilds in her blood and soon found the world black. As she awoke, she found herself in a feline form, wounded and abandoned in the forests. It was then that she decided to forgo her close minded culture, with her parents now dead, and forge herself a new life on her own.
She encountered some green dragons that, after a long period, educated her in how to enter the dream. There she avoided her fellow druids, but did encounter one by mistake. That one turned out to be a female, in a sort of similar situation. Nordaria.
The pair became very close, nearly lovers. When the circle became open to women druids the pair joined. They took a mission into Outlands. When the mission was up, Vynianyx came back to Azeroth and Nordaria stayed on Outland to research the wildlife. The more Vynianyx openly practiced druidism, the more brown/amber her eyes became, and the more her 'blemishes' began to turn into antlers. This caused some ire amongst other druids, and secretly Nordaria. This is why Nordaria decided to stay behind.
The two reunited on Mt Hyjal to stop the fire druids of Fandral. Though something seemed off about Nordaria, Vynianyx ignored it. She was just glad to have her company once again. Nordaria tricked Vynianyx, tried to force her into joining Fandral. She bound Vyn's legs with burning roots and pinned her in a crevice. Vyn had to fight for her freedom, fight the woman she loved. And had to kill her. The fight exhausted her, brought Vyn to near death. If it wasn't for a nearby shaman, she would have died that day.
Vyn joined the Avengers of Hyjal, eager to aide in erasing the damage Nordaria helped cause. Here she was given a cinder kitten, with the initiation task of training it to use the force of fire for the benefit of nature, rather than its destruction. At first, it was like a slap in the face to Vyn, but over time it became her passion.
It was here that Vyn found her calling in life. Her true passion and gift. She helped the Avengers of Hyjal raise and teach the cinder cats, she helped teach fellow druids how to handle the cats, helped gather the seeds of ember that allowed them to take on a fire cat form without Ragnarosâs backing, and helped show the good of fire.
Vynianyx Forestwalker
Age:
10,031
Race:
Night Elf
Appearance:
As armory depicts, except instead of full antlers, she has a pair of spikes coming from her forehead, and her eyes are more amber than blue.
Armor/Weapons:
Night Elf Form: As armory shows.
Feline Form: She can become a fire cat in this form. She also has titanium claws given to her from an engineer friend, that heat up based on the heat of her fire cat form.
Experience in Combat:
Vynianyx has never served in the military, but she is rather versed in combat. She has fought in many battles across her lifespan. As a druid, she is a master shapeshifter, bouncing between forms on a dime to adapt to the combat situation. However, she is not a caster, nor a healer, and doing either task requires so much focus that they are impractical in most situations.
Ground Mount:
Illuria, her cenarion hippogriff
Background:
Vynianyx was born just after the sundering ripped Azeroth into continents. Her father had a knack for druidism and joined Malfurion in the druidic lifestyle, so Vynianyx never met him. At the time of her birth, it seemed her father's knacks had seeped into her, as her eyes were not a pure blue silver. They were darker. And she seemed to have a pair of blemishes on her forehead.
Back then, it was assumed that a female kaldorei would aide her people as a priestess or a warrior, with druidism being exclusively for the males. So, when Vyn began to show signs of a gift in that tree, her mother forbade the cultivating of it. She insisted Vyn became a priestess, a huntress, anything except the foolish druid talk. But Vyn would sneak out into the wilds still. She thought maybe when her father saw her talents; he would welcome her to the order. She was wrong. When she met her father for the first time, he seemed friendly, but as she spoke of her aspirations he laughed at her.
The verbal harassment from him caused the youth to dread every time he visited and she counted the days to when he dreamed once more. To ease her mother's pain, she decided to become a huntress, although she still attempted to self-teach herself the druidism. Her mother knew still, as her eyes never lightened, as those blemishes never went away no matter how hard she scrubbed and filed.
When her parents were slaughtered in front of her during the Satyr wars, Vynianyx felt a feral snap within her core. She felt the wilds in her blood and soon found the world black. As she awoke, she found herself in a feline form, wounded and abandoned in the forests. It was then that she decided to forgo her close minded culture, with her parents now dead, and forge herself a new life on her own.
She encountered some green dragons that, after a long period, educated her in how to enter the dream. There she avoided her fellow druids, but did encounter one by mistake. That one turned out to be a female, in a sort of similar situation. Nordaria.
The pair became very close, nearly lovers. When the circle became open to women druids the pair joined. They took a mission into Outlands. When the mission was up, Vynianyx came back to Azeroth and Nordaria stayed on Outland to research the wildlife. The more Vynianyx openly practiced druidism, the more brown/amber her eyes became, and the more her 'blemishes' began to turn into antlers. This caused some ire amongst other druids, and secretly Nordaria. This is why Nordaria decided to stay behind.
The two reunited on Mt Hyjal to stop the fire druids of Fandral. Though something seemed off about Nordaria, Vynianyx ignored it. She was just glad to have her company once again. Nordaria tricked Vynianyx, tried to force her into joining Fandral. She bound Vyn's legs with burning roots and pinned her in a crevice. Vyn had to fight for her freedom, fight the woman she loved. And had to kill her. The fight exhausted her, brought Vyn to near death. If it wasn't for a nearby shaman, she would have died that day.
Vyn joined the Avengers of Hyjal, eager to aide in erasing the damage Nordaria helped cause. Here she was given a cinder kitten, with the initiation task of training it to use the force of fire for the benefit of nature, rather than its destruction. At first, it was like a slap in the face to Vyn, but over time it became her passion.
It was here that Vyn found her calling in life. Her true passion and gift. She helped the Avengers of Hyjal raise and teach the cinder cats, she helped teach fellow druids how to handle the cats, helped gather the seeds of ember that allowed them to take on a fire cat form without Ragnarosâs backing, and helped show the good of fire.
Name:
Sylstyx Spiritwalker
Age:
4,550
Race:
Draenei
Appearance:
Her skin is more of a blue grey, her hair is white. Her horns curl up and off to the sides of her head, and are a gradient color starting with her skin color and shifting to a darker shade at the tips. The tentacles sprouting from behind her ears have strands of ivy wrapped loosely around them. Her left horn has a clasp with a small, green-blue, totemic charm attached.
Her tail is an average length for her race, with a gold clasp attached. Hooked onto the clasp is another small totemic charm, this one more blue-white.
On her left wrist dangles another totemic charm, this one being red, on her right wrist is another charm, but brown.
She carries herself as one who has lived long and seen much, she emanates an air of wisdom and guidance. A faint feeling of the ethereal seems to follow her.
Her movements at times seems almost fluid and graceful, but normally she seems clumsy.
Her voice is aged but kind.
Armor/Weapons:
See armory
Experience in Combat:
She is not the most experienced, though she has fought in several battles. She is more of a healer than anything else, but she does know an array of offensive spells.
Ground Mount:
Her steed is a muscled black female horse. The horse is clearly enchanted; her mane is a spectral white, as is her tail. Her body is plated with enchanted golden armor, and from the sides of that armor there seem to be spectral wings. The eyes of the horse are blue and appear to be very expressive. Enara, as the horse bears her motherâs spirit, so too shall it bear her motherâs name.
Background:
Born on the draenei space ship while fleeing the burning legion. She struggled to find her niche with her people during their struggles. She found herself getting guidance from her own meditations, but she could never place what her visions meant. She saw the spirits of her ancestors and strange beings of fire, earth, water, and wind. The priests offered her no help, they did not understand her visions.
She found herself staring up at the stars and talking with the spirits of the dead. Most of those around her avoided her, alienated by what they saw as talking with herself. However, overtime, other draenei began seeking her for guidance. She was able to draw on the wisdom of the spirits to help her guide her fellows and answer their questions.
She still felt unsure of her path, and although the spirits tried to help her, they could not answer her questions. Eventually the draenei found a planet and on that planet a race of orcs. The orcs showed the draenei the way of shamanism and Sylstyx finally found her calling. She delved into her studies of the elements and the spirits, finding the abilities coming to her naturally.
Unfortunately the time of peace did not last long. The orcs of the planet turned on the draenei and turned to fel magic. Sylstyx's parents were killed, but she managed to escape and hide in the Zangarmarsh with the remaining draenei. Many of the draenei seized a chance at taking the Exodar to freedom, but Sylstyx joined the Draenei that stayed behind. After taking Shattrath, Sylstyx opted to not join the Aldor.
She followed the guidance of her parents' spirits and traveled to Auchindoun. There she trained herself communicating with the spirits and tapping the energy to heal. After the fall of Illidan, she remained in Auchindoun. After the cataclysm, the spirits pushed her to enter Azeroth.
The spirits guided her in taming a horse, and she named it Mar'duna after her mother. The horse became her closest living companion as she ventured through Azeroth and helped heal the damage of Deathwing. She found and joined the earthen ring. She stayed at Hyjal to help heal the elemental damage. Unfortunately her horse died during an attack by raging earth elementals. Distraught, Sylstyx tried to ressurect her horse. She cried out to her elementals and to her ancestors. With their help, she brought the body of her horse through a portal to Stormwind and to the Cathedral. She approached the draenei there, explaining her bond to her horse. They agreed to help her, giving her a task to help quell the remaining scourge in Northrend and a list of materials.
Once Sylstyx finished her task and gathered the necessary resources, the draenei priests made enchanted armor, binding the horse's spirit into the armor with Sylstyx's help. Once on the horse, its mane and tail turned a spectral white, and spectral wings sprouted from its sides. The spirit of Sylstyx's mother was silent, and to her surprise, her mother's spirit merged with the horse. Now Sylstyx never leaves her horse behind.
She does odd jobs for the Earth Ring from time to time and spends many days with Vynianyx traveling Azeroth. On Pandaria she worked to heal the sha corruption, on Draenor she worked to save Auchindoun.
Sylstyx Spiritwalker
Age:
4,550
Race:
Draenei
Appearance:
Her skin is more of a blue grey, her hair is white. Her horns curl up and off to the sides of her head, and are a gradient color starting with her skin color and shifting to a darker shade at the tips. The tentacles sprouting from behind her ears have strands of ivy wrapped loosely around them. Her left horn has a clasp with a small, green-blue, totemic charm attached.
Her tail is an average length for her race, with a gold clasp attached. Hooked onto the clasp is another small totemic charm, this one more blue-white.
On her left wrist dangles another totemic charm, this one being red, on her right wrist is another charm, but brown.
She carries herself as one who has lived long and seen much, she emanates an air of wisdom and guidance. A faint feeling of the ethereal seems to follow her.
Her movements at times seems almost fluid and graceful, but normally she seems clumsy.
Her voice is aged but kind.
Armor/Weapons:
See armory
Experience in Combat:
She is not the most experienced, though she has fought in several battles. She is more of a healer than anything else, but she does know an array of offensive spells.
Ground Mount:
Her steed is a muscled black female horse. The horse is clearly enchanted; her mane is a spectral white, as is her tail. Her body is plated with enchanted golden armor, and from the sides of that armor there seem to be spectral wings. The eyes of the horse are blue and appear to be very expressive. Enara, as the horse bears her motherâs spirit, so too shall it bear her motherâs name.
Background:
Born on the draenei space ship while fleeing the burning legion. She struggled to find her niche with her people during their struggles. She found herself getting guidance from her own meditations, but she could never place what her visions meant. She saw the spirits of her ancestors and strange beings of fire, earth, water, and wind. The priests offered her no help, they did not understand her visions.
She found herself staring up at the stars and talking with the spirits of the dead. Most of those around her avoided her, alienated by what they saw as talking with herself. However, overtime, other draenei began seeking her for guidance. She was able to draw on the wisdom of the spirits to help her guide her fellows and answer their questions.
She still felt unsure of her path, and although the spirits tried to help her, they could not answer her questions. Eventually the draenei found a planet and on that planet a race of orcs. The orcs showed the draenei the way of shamanism and Sylstyx finally found her calling. She delved into her studies of the elements and the spirits, finding the abilities coming to her naturally.
Unfortunately the time of peace did not last long. The orcs of the planet turned on the draenei and turned to fel magic. Sylstyx's parents were killed, but she managed to escape and hide in the Zangarmarsh with the remaining draenei. Many of the draenei seized a chance at taking the Exodar to freedom, but Sylstyx joined the Draenei that stayed behind. After taking Shattrath, Sylstyx opted to not join the Aldor.
She followed the guidance of her parents' spirits and traveled to Auchindoun. There she trained herself communicating with the spirits and tapping the energy to heal. After the fall of Illidan, she remained in Auchindoun. After the cataclysm, the spirits pushed her to enter Azeroth.
The spirits guided her in taming a horse, and she named it Mar'duna after her mother. The horse became her closest living companion as she ventured through Azeroth and helped heal the damage of Deathwing. She found and joined the earthen ring. She stayed at Hyjal to help heal the elemental damage. Unfortunately her horse died during an attack by raging earth elementals. Distraught, Sylstyx tried to ressurect her horse. She cried out to her elementals and to her ancestors. With their help, she brought the body of her horse through a portal to Stormwind and to the Cathedral. She approached the draenei there, explaining her bond to her horse. They agreed to help her, giving her a task to help quell the remaining scourge in Northrend and a list of materials.
Once Sylstyx finished her task and gathered the necessary resources, the draenei priests made enchanted armor, binding the horse's spirit into the armor with Sylstyx's help. Once on the horse, its mane and tail turned a spectral white, and spectral wings sprouted from its sides. The spirit of Sylstyx's mother was silent, and to her surprise, her mother's spirit merged with the horse. Now Sylstyx never leaves her horse behind.
She does odd jobs for the Earth Ring from time to time and spends many days with Vynianyx traveling Azeroth. On Pandaria she worked to heal the sha corruption, on Draenor she worked to save Auchindoun.
06/28/2016 11:36 AMPosted by MortreBackground:Too long for here.http://us.battle.net/wow/en/forum/topic/20043164120#1
Oh I am gona have ta read this when I get more time. This looks ta be a grand story. May even help me along with Draconyxion's own. Still not sure what his actual age would be. Only that it is over 100 due to being fully grown.
EDIT:
Question so I know where to place Draconyxion for the beginning of the story and possibly without Bowen. Did Mortre mention Dal or Stormwind as the blue's hiding place? It is unlikely that he would seek her out in Booty Bay prior as I don't remember any mention of the place save for this RP. Meaning he'd likely seek out her shop based on Mortre's details only to find the note revealing her true location along with the name he recognizes from the Vault RP.
If it is in fact Stormwind as it makes sense the pair would be there, having returned to King Wrynn to inform him of the events regarding the rogue Death Knights. Staying in the city for some much needed R&R. There Draco would inform Bowen of an errand he needed to take within the city. Thus separating them for the course of this story. However Dal is a harder to come by location as they do not travel there very often and having Draco travel there solo is even more unlikely. Since he'd need a means to get there without being a rogue black getting shot on-sight.
Omg I am so excited for this~bin waiting so long! *squeaks*
By the way I thumbs upped your intro cause outa know where you wrote in half naked sexy dragon woman and I approve of that.
Good use of descriptive words.
By the way I thumbs upped your intro cause outa know where you wrote in half naked sexy dragon woman and I approve of that.
Good use of descriptive words.
06/28/2016 12:25 PMPosted by BowendosekiDid Mortre mention Dal or Stormwind as the blue's hiding place?
She probably did. -checks- yup
05/09/2016 10:09 PMPosted by Mortre"If you wish to try and get your own enchantment, the woman's name is Kersia. Runs an engineering shop in Stormwind. Approach her at your own peril."
Aww thanks for the upvote Morby. Did you find the thing yet? It is somewhere in this thread... near the first couple of posts.
Stinkbent Fellalot, Obnoxious, Annoying, Immature, Weirdo Lich "Lord":
That's just the sort of mindless drivel that only solidifies my hatred of you.
That's just the sort of mindless drivel that only solidifies my hatred of you.
All right, got my post up. Been a while since I've done much heavy writing, so I hope it reads okay.
06/28/2016 04:09 PMPosted by MorbentStinkbent Fellalot, Obnoxious, Annoying, Immature, Weirdo Lich "Lord":
That's just the sort of mindless drivel that only solidifies my hatred of you.
Much love :D I had fun coming up with it
Hope you don't mind my opening posts. It was a bit long. Just felt I had to cover what I needed. Heh.
06/28/2016 05:04 PMPosted by Pärker(Sorry about not mentioning this earlier. I meant too in my sign-up. He sings and plays guitar.)
06/28/2016 11:36 AMPosted by MortreIn her human form, she can debuff enemies, boost allies, and cast an oddball spell or two using the bardic crystal system she had been working on with Kersia, utilizing music from vocal and her violin.
No worries :P Mortre loves a fellow musician. Well... she would... if jerkbagmcjerkinfutz wasn't a jerk.
06/28/2016 02:02 PMPosted by MorbentThe lich grazed over the documents. "Junk, Junk, Super junk, Oh look a discount on swords keep that, junk." Morbent threw each crumbled paper over his head after reading it until he stopped.
I had to drop a like for this part alone. Even as a lich he still knows a great deal when he sees one.
06/28/2016 02:36 PMPosted by Sylstyx06/28/2016 12:25 PMPosted by BowendosekiDid Mortre mention Dal or Stormwind as the blue's hiding place?
She probably did. -checks- yup05/09/2016 10:09 PMPosted by Mortre"If you wish to try and get your own enchantment, the woman's name is Kersia. Runs an engineering shop in Stormwind. Approach her at your own peril."
Aww thanks for the upvote Morby. Did you find the thing yet? It is somewhere in this thread... near the first couple of posts.
Thanks lass for the clarification. Stormwind works much better in Draco's favor as it would be more likely he'd be there then Dal. I'll get a post up bringing him along after I catch up on some reading.
Good posts everyone! :D
Bowen, my only critique is that there is another female, a night elf. Aliyara. Though you could be safe to assume she probably isn't standing/sitting right with Vynianyx, Sylstyx, and Kersia. So not a big critique.
Bowen, my only critique is that there is another female, a night elf. Aliyara. Though you could be safe to assume she probably isn't standing/sitting right with Vynianyx, Sylstyx, and Kersia. So not a big critique.
Yeah I thought about that after posting that. I was thinking, "Wait, did one of the other female players arrive already? Maybe nobody will notice." Guess somebody did....
Aliyara is quiet and very good at not being noticed. =3
Also, pick out the shyest looking fella, and flirt with him for fun. That is how she doooo.
Also, pick out the shyest looking fella, and flirt with him for fun. That is how she doooo.
I had to drop a like for this part alone. Even as a lich he still knows a great deal when he sees one.
*Fist bumps Draco* I probably won't post anything until Kersia's crew finally gets moving. Maybe a filler post if it takes awhile.
06/29/2016 01:16 PMPosted by MorbentI had to drop a like for this part alone. Even as a lich he still knows a great deal when he sees one.
*Fist bumps Draco* I probably won't post anything until Kersia's crew finally gets moving. Maybe a filler post if it takes awhile.
We'll probably move saturday/sundayish. I work my very first night shift Friday to saturday and then saturday to sunday.
I want to give everyone time to get to booty bay and get some of the upkeeping done (Plan, intros, ect)
Aliyara is going to make Dart blush, he is shy around girls. But he will be very flattered.
Okay a Tandrina/Tandy post is up I know it's a bit short but been distracted IRL and whatnot.