Dragonslayer, Warriors of the Dragons [ADVANCED, FOLLOW ADVANCED CLAUSE!/STARTED!!!]

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[spoiler=RUUUUUUUUUUUUUULES(MUST READ)]

-THIS IS AN ADVANCED RP! ADVANCED CLAUSE RP RULES MUST BE FOLLOWED

 

-An example of a RECENT RP post is required with the app.

 

-No godmodding, yeah.

 

-If you are joining this RP you should be familiar with Advanced RPing. SO there is a ZERO TOLERANCE LEVEL FOR 1 WORD TO A SENTENCE POSTS, AS WELL AS SCRIPT SPEAK. If you're LUCKY, you'll get ONE, AND ONLY ONE, WARNING.

 

-DO NOT REVOLVE THE RP AROUND YOURSELF. THIS IS EVERYONE'S RP. THIS INCLUDES:

-Having legendary powers

-Being a savior as predicted by a prophecy

-etc.

 

I am the ONLY one who can control the plot. DO NOT make it about yourself.

 

[spoiler=Plot]

In the world of Surgadiar, there are no kingdoms, there are no countries, only clans which you can be a part of. The clans consist of either generals and leaders, or warriors called Dragonslayers.

 

A Dragonslayer is a warrior who has slayed a Dragon, and eaten one of it's body parts to gain abilities. They could've also used a Dragon's body part in the creation of their weapon to give it special properties.

 

Of course, there has to be someone, or a group that is above all. So, every 10 years, a champion, or champions, are chosen to participate in a tournament. Whichever clan's representatives win the tournament, then that clan rules the land of Surgadiar for 10 years, until the next tournament.

 

Any warriors you happen to defeat in battle, you can either kill or make your servant.

 

There are hundreds of clans, but one stands out in infinate infamy. The clan of the Bronze Serpent, led by Edward Learall, won the first tournament, but lost to the Emerald Ox 10 years later. Ever since, Edward has attempted to interfere with the tournaments every year in some way so that his clan can regain the throne.

 

Recently, clans have been randomly killed by uknown perpetraitors, and Edward Learall has died from a horrible sickness.

 

Something smells suspicious, and the tournament is in a matter of 4 weeks.

 

[spoiler=Magical Dragon Parts]

Eaten Body parts

-Heart: The abilitiy to talk to birds

-Tongue: The ability to win an argument

-Brain: To be able to read the minds of Dragons

-Liver: The ability to temporarily disable special abilities aquired by eating a Dragon's body part

 

On your Weapon:

-Eye: Gives your blade the ability to slice through diamonds

-Claw: Gives your weapon the ability to smash craters in the earth, but your weapon is much more heavy.

-Tooth: Gives your bade the ability to return to you whenever it is

knocked out of your hand

-Dragonhide: Makes your weapon unbreakable.

 

[spoiler=App]

Name:

Gender:

Age:

Weapon(Includes applied Dragon parts, up to 2. Image/Text):

Clan:

Eaten Dragon's parts(optional, up to 1):

Dragon Slain(Put none if you are a general):

Bio(4 lines or more):

Appearance(Image/text. Images in spoilers):

 

[spoiler=My app]

Name: John Edwin

Gender: Male

Age: 16

Weapon: A 2' 9" slightly curved blade, like a scimitar, with Dragonhide as a handle, and an eye engraved on the hand protecter between the blade and the handle.

Clan: Platinum Behemoth

Eaten Dragon's parts: Liver

Dragon Slain: a cave dwelling dragon, similar to the one Beowulf fought.

Bio: A warrior who has recently joined the clan in the last 4 months. He has been training and preparing for the chance to fight in this year's tournament. The Platinum Behemoth clan's goal is to make one, large clan so the world may be joined under one clan. John is quite relieved, because he doesn't believe he has what it takes to kill someone.

[spoiler=Appearance]

 

 

[Hydra of Ages]

Name: Claer Ammadiga

Gender: Female

Age: 19

Weapon: A massive Halberd-type weapon. Hilt resembles a wieldy Flamberge, with a straight cross-guard and a thin blade that extends upward nearly five feet, though is very sturdy. strips of red cloth are tied around the handle for grip, and a Dragon's Eye is set into the hilt. The weapon continues until the tip, where it suddenly expands into an arrow-like Spear-Arrow with rivets along the side and a curved blade reaching from a couple inches from the tip, down about a foot. At the apex of this curved blade is a Dragon's Claw. The entire weapon is a little over six feet tall.

Clan: Silver Hydra

Eaten Dragon's parts: Tongue

Dragon Slain: A six-headed Sea-Hydra from the coasts, with greenish scales and constantly regenerating limbs. Was killed using hot oil in addition to a blade.

Bio(4 lines or more): Trained up by the Northern Coasts, Claer has been training her entire life to be the Silver Hydra's representative in the Tournament. Her father being the greatest warrior known to her clan, she had been deemed containing the necessary qualities as a child- a Stoic demeanor, a sense of brutality, a willingness to obey orders, and a woman's reason over emotion. She has been taught among training sessions, logic and reason, and how to win bouts through diplomacy as well as through bare fighting, so to best rule over others.

Appearance:Lithe, strong figure with long blong hair bound behind back, bright green eyes, standing at about 6'4. This is difficult to see, however, as she always wears long, padded white clothing with a bulky suit of black armor over said suit, with a long red scarf concealing all of her face but the top of her head and her eyes.

[Infinitus]

Accepted. We will start after about 3-4 more people.

[Dark Lightning]

Name: Seth

Gender: Male

Age: 17

Weapon(Includes applied Dragon parts, up to 2. Image/Text): Katana

Clan: Silver Hydra

Eaten Dragon's parts(optional, up to 1):

Dragon Slain(Put none if you are a general):

Bio(4 lines or more): [Working on it]

Appearance(Image/text. Images in spoilers): [spoiler=Appearance]

 

[Infinitus]

If you are a warrior, you need to put what dragon or dragons you've slain (1 would sound more reasonable, since after centuries of killing dragons I'm sure you can imagine they are hard to come by.)

 

Also, you need to fill out the bio. If you do not finish by the time we start, please PM me the final app rather than posting.

[CeDeFiA]

Please excuse me if I'm terrible, I haven't RP'd in Months. But this one looks REAL fun.

 

Name: Harold Jampson

Gender: Male

Age: 18

Weapon(Includes applied Dragon parts, up to 2. Image/Text):

It has a dragon's tooth on the tip, and the wings of the sword are made of dragonhide. (lolz I couldn't think of anything else)

Clan: Platinum Behemoth

Eaten Dragon's parts(optional, up to 1): Heart

Dragon Slain(Put none if you are a general): A red dragon that lived on top of a mountain.

Bio(4 lines or more): Harold was born into the clan of the Platinum Behemoth, and has been training since the age of 13 to have a chance to compete in this tournament. He has slain only one dragon in his life, but feels he is ready to lead Surgadiar. Harold feels as though is killing people will make life go on, he is willing to do the very thing, but his clan apparently doesn't go by this, as they just feel making a big clan so the world can be joined as one. Harold will go by this, but sometimes he has the urge to go against this 'silly' belief.

Appearance(Image/text. Images in spoilers): [spoiler=Appearance]

 

[Infinitus]

Holeh shiz.

 

Cedefia, you Roleplay? Anyway, you are accepted.

[CeDeFiA]

I did, and this was the only thread in Months that caught my attention.

[Infinitus]

I've made quite a few RPs, and this is probably the only one that will be successful (provided it IS successful.)

 

We will start after 1 more person joins.

[CeDeFiA]

We need members, seriously.

 

This RP isn't that complicated =/

[Hydra of Ages]

Someone should probably PM the other guy to remind him to finish his app.

[Infinitus]

Don't worry Hydra, he's on. So it won't matter, all we need is a post to get this post up to the top of the list so he will see.

 

owait.

[zaneko]

Name: Dan Fane

Gender: Male

Age: 16

Weapon: Arm gaurd gloves made from dragon hide with five claws each (one per finger) made from dragon-claws. They have a light wire mesh on it for extra protection. The claws can be withdrawn for saftey (they atomatically withdraw if he makes a fist). The gloves run from his elbow down.

Clan: Platinum Behemoth

Eaten Dragon's parts: Heart

Dragon Slain: A forest sprinter (he made his weapons from this dragon.)

Bio: He was trained from a young age in martial arts and can easily fight an armed opponent. Despite his skills at martial arts, he is proficent with several weapons and carried a staff to use when he deems his opponent unworthy or to weak to face his gloves. He has monsterous strength, needed to properly handle the heavy gloves and is still faster than most people.

He is a master spy but is a prankster and often puts his skills to the wrong use.

[spoiler=Appearance:]

 

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Name: Dan Fane

Gender: Male

Age: 16

Weapon: Arm gaurd gloves made from dragon hide with five claws each (one per finger) made from dragon-claws. They have a light wire mesh on it for extra protection. The claws can be withdrawn for saftey (they atomatically withdraw if he makes a fist). The gloves run from his elbow down.

Clan: Platinum Behemoth

Eaten Dragon's parts: Heart

Dragon Slain: A forest sprinter (he made his weapons from this dragon.)

Bio: He was trained from a young age in martial arts and can easily fight an armed opponent. Despite his skills at martial arts' date=' he is proficent with several weapons and carried a staff to use when he deems his opponent unworthy or to weak to face his gloves. He has monsterous strength, needed to properly handle the heavy gloves and is still faster than most people.

He is a master spy but is a prankster and often puts his skills to the wrong use.

[spoiler=Appearance:']

 

 

OOC: Accepted. But don't turn your character into someone above other people. I can see how that could happen. I will start.

 

IC: John ran from tree to tree across a grotto that glowed with the sunlight that shone from the sky. He knew that with John's weapon, speed would be his greatest advantage, so he spent the last few weeks only training two things: resourcefulness in battle, because no matter the physical prowess of a warrior, if the other can analyze the situation and react, then even the most gifted warrior will not survive. He has also been training his speed, and he has improved quite well.

 

He always wanted to be a great warrior, ones from the tales of clans and dragons, but he didn't even know of a tournament until he joined the Platinum Behemoth. It was kind of sudden, because the training he WAS going through, he realized was somewhat easy and inefficient, compared to the requirements for the tournament. He finally came to a slow stop in the center of the grotto, sweat dripping from his head almost like a fountain. He dropped on the grass on his bottom, rather ungracefully to rest. The sun's position indicated it was about 5:30 PM, but of course they don't know time in this era, now do they? Ahem, anyway, he planned on returning to camp soon, so he took a rest of 120 seconds before getting up from the grass and slowly walking into the thick woods back toward the camp.

[zaneko]

Dan sat it his tent. He fingered his battle gloves affectionatly. He remembered fondly the battle he had fought to gain the material. The dragon had taken him on a several mile run through the forest before finally stopping. And it still took a while after that to kill it. Dan glance out the doorway. It was about time for him to take his leave of the camp. He grabbed his gloves and headed out. He whislted and his pet reaven, Ku, flew from the tree he was in and neslted in his hair.

"What's up?" he asked Ku silently.

"The target just came back. Time for you to leave," Ku responded.

"What do you think I'm doing?" Dan started to jog. After hiding a roll of flour in someone's bedding, you don't want to be hiding in your room. Dan pulled on his gloves as he left the camp's edge. "Ready for some intense traning Ku?"

Four weeks to go. He grinned in anticipation.

[CeDeFiA]

The sound of a bluebird woke Harold up from his restless night. All night he had been dreaming of the tournament coming up in the next four weeks; and how many people have been mysteriously dying. "Damn, I hope I'm not next in line to get killed from this guy," he muttered to himself quietly as he got out of bed.

 

Harold was walking along a certain path he always takes in the morning, mainly to relieve stress. And on this path contained Harold's favorite apple tree. Every morning he'd go on the path, and then at the end of it, he'd take one or two apples, sit under the tree, and snack on them quietly. "Mmmmm," Harold thought quietly as he bit into the delicious ruby red apple.

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John woke up to the sun shining in his face, and he immediately sat himself up for a new, exciting day. Today, he would have a feast for breakfast, take a stroll through the woods to walk it off, and would do something a little different from his day-to-day routine. Today, John had planned to begin to talk strategy for the tournament. He did this about once a week, on the seventh day of the week, as a rest day from his usual dusk to dawn training regimen.

 

He sprung himself out of bed, and quickly got dressed and cleaned up for the glorious feast in the dining hall. It really wasn't more of a hall, as it was a really big, really cool looking tent. The feast wasn't to start until everyone in the Platinum Behemoth had arrived. John was sure he was going to be last, because he always woke up somewhat later than everyone else. He exitted his tent and proceeded through the aisles of tents towards the largest tent, the dining hall.

[CeDeFiA]

Harold got back up from his sitting position against the tree and remembered the 'feast'. He went back towards the camp with an apple in his hand, and a apple's core in the other. As he was walking, he thought about what kind of food they'd have there, and if any of it shall be as good as his special apples for his tree.

 

He got back to the camp and tossed the apple's core back into the forest. When the core hit the ground, it hit a rock. It came flying and hit him in the back on the head. 'Embarrassing...' he thought to himself while he took a big bite out of his second apple.

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As John strolled through towards the giant dining hall tent, he took a moment to look around at the large aisles of tents, people bustling around, and Harold having an apple core bounce back up at him and hit him in the head. Everything seemed normal, and then it hit him. Something wasn't normal, something wasn't right. Something.....suspicious. When he realized, it was suspicously hilarious. He couldn't stop from chuckling a little at the apple core that knocked Harold on the back of the head.

 

Still cracking up, he walked over to Harold, and said in a humorous tone "Well, it could've been worse. You could've tripped over the rock, landed in a puddle of mud, and had the apple core along with a barrel full of mud slammed down your throat." He finally stopped laughing, and said as he approached the tent "What are you doing today? Anything in particular?"

[CeDeFiA]

Harold looked around until he saw who was talking to him, John. "Today... nothing really out of the ordinary. Just train, eat, train, eat, sleep." He then got a bit closer to him while saying, "You know, the tournament is only in four weeks, and I want to be ready for it." And then he got right up next to him in a serious tone and asked, "You have noticed the recent murders, right? Well, I would be very careful at nighttime when you're alone. I heard that's when most them are committed."

 

With that Harold walked off and threw back his second apple core, with a mischievous expression on his face, hitting John in the head.

 

OOC: Sorry if that's considered controlling your character, I wanted some to get back at you for laughing xD

[Infinitus]

OOC: No. As far as I can see, you really didn't do anything. Besides, I had my own plans for karma. Everyone's got to have a spill every once in a while ;D

 

IC: John's head jerked downward from the sudden impact of the apple core. He turned around to Harold, rubbing his head, and said "You know, it was just a laugh. Plus, I was giving you advIIIIICCEEEEEEE!" Yelled John as he tripped over the unseen rock, and falling face forward into a puddle of mud, ironicly in front of the entire group at the dining hall. He layed there for a few seconds, before slowly putting his mud slathered face up.

 

He spat out mud from his mouth, and a shiver went up his spine as the after taste haunted his mouth. He said to the group "I think I lost my apetite..." and everyone at the table laughed in a friendly way.

[CeDeFiA]

When Harold saw John's face covered in mud, he began to laugh real loud, and he brought all the attention to himself, so John could walk away unseen. "WELL, I GUESS YOU JINXED YOURSELF PRETTY BADLY THERE, HUH JOHN?" The group in front of the dining hall just gave Harold a mean look. "I GUESS YOU'RE TRYING TO MAKE ME FEEL GUILTY FROM LAUGHING, HUH? WELL, IT'S NOT GONNA WORK." As he was yelling, he began to walk toward John, until he finally caught up with him.

 

"I guess I helped you pretty well, eh?" Harold said as he nudged him, with a low chuckle.

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John forcefully brought himself to his feet, almost laughing himself. He always had a good sense of humor. When he felt like have a good sense of humor. He shook his body back and forth like a dog wet from swimming, as the mud splashed on Harold, but for the most part, on the food from the feast. Everyone glared at John, growling with anger. Suddenly, everyone began to stand up as they glared. John attempted to talk himself out of the situation. Pathetically.

 

John quivered with fear as he began to back up slowly, when he said "Uh......I gotta be at.....uh......the one place.......with uh.......the ground and stuff......." he pointed to Harold in a panic, and said "You were there, you know what I'm talking about! I gotta go.......to the place......at the time.......to.....uh....kthxbai." When suddenly, he darted as fast as he could out of the tent, and into the woods, with a trail of dust in his fearful wake.

 

Darting through that dust, were the angry feasters of the Platinum Behemoth. Who would probably forget about this in a matter of 5 minutes or so.

[CeDeFiA]

Harold was left in the dining hall all alone since the other members of Platinum Behemoth went to chase John. "Hmm... all this food, and no one else here to eat it..." Harold quickly went to the doors and locked them shut. "Now it doesn't have to go to waste, since it is all going INTO MY BELLY."

 

Harold began devouring almost all the food he liked in site. After about eating for ten to fifteen minutes, he thought, 'What, no desert?' So he just decided to lie there and fall asleep, as part of his daily schedule.

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John was in the one place that such bulky, large, and non-agile men couldn't go. In a tree, right next to the mob. When suddenly, they had a revelation. One of them said "Hey, we've been searching for this kid long enough, mud or not we should be eating our feast! HAZZA!" Along with, apparently one of the more mature members, the rest of the group yelled for joy as they returned to the dining hall.

 

As they all long awaited their feast, they noticed most of the tent in ravages of what appeared to be the left overs of a feast. They found the gluttonous Harold, on the ground, asleep as they fumed with twice as much rage as they just had.