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PostPosted: Fri Jun 03, 2011 3:14 am    Post subject: Thunderstruck. Reply with quote

"Captain, we have two Goblin class airships off the port, D-minus four hundred yards."

Deep red hair was set off by an almost extreme light of violet coloring set to the woman's skin. A tip of her dark hat to her first officer as she turned her gaze over the rail toward the pair of Goblin airships below. "Drop us three hundred yards and prepare to fire off all port side guns at my command." The first officer shouted out the command and a mixing of living beings and droids moved about the decks, preparing of the port side cannons. Thirty-three cannons in total upon the Skyship were standing ready in moments as the ships lowered with the aid of her hover engines. As the ship lowered through the clouds, suddenly dropping into view above and roughly a hundred yards away from the pair of Goblin airships the order was given.

Cannons erupted, impacting the airships with thunderous results. Cheaper, many Goblins as others, used gigantic balloons to fly of their airships. A disadvantage indeed. An explosive series of cannon balls impacted to the aft balloon of one of the airships. The ship started to loose it's ability to maintain itself upon the sky, starting to sink toward the sea below. Possibly a skilled crew could of set of the damaged airship down into the water with few injuries. However, it wasn't given the chance. Thunderous cannons echoed out, ripping into the aft deck and setting off gunpowder. Truly a magnificent sight to behold. The explosings, the screams, the fire gulping up the ship.. stern to bow. The second vessel might of made an escape while the first's doom was set forth. It would have, if it had not been for a second Skyship dropping out of the clouds at her aft and opening fire with a pair of bow chase guns. Tearing up the Goblin's rudders before a flash of fire shout out from the deck of the second Skyship and impacted with the Goblin's main 'lift' balloon. Fire spawned through the balloon downward along the support ropes to the main deck.

A woman with dark red hair upon the second Skyship perked a smile as she reached upwards to push of her goggles back. A soft blow of breath at her fingertips. "Silly Goblins. Trying to escape a Pyromancer with hydrogen balloons." Her smile well satisfied as she turned a glance over toward the other Skyship while motioning a hand at her helmsman. "Signal my sister and tell her we're leaving the second airship to burn and plummet to it's fate below. We don't want to be late for our meeting with our Father." A nod from the helmsman. "I'll contact and send word myself, Captain Zayveon."

Captain Abigail Zayveon of the 'Rising Sun' gave a nod and smirked some over the rail at her sister's ship. At the same time, Captain Brianna Zayveon of the 'Arctic Star' was perking a smile onboard her vessel as well. The Lysandros Syndicate held several designs they sold to others, but the design of Lord Zayveon's Skyship The Xiuhcoatl, had only been repeated twice. Not to be sold off to others, but given to two of Lord Zayveon's many daughters. Abigail and Brianna, one Pyromancer and one Hydromancer. Separate, they were dangerous. Together, they made up a deadly force upon Rhydin's skies.

Many had learned to fear Lord Zayveon's Skyship, The Xiuhcoatl. Now, there were three like' vessels upon Rhydin's skies.
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PostPosted: Fri Jun 03, 2011 3:45 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Antaeus stood upon the bow of The Xiuhcoatl. His massive greenish wings in fold at his back as the upright walking, green furred, bear turned to give a nod to one of few, that held a height tall as his own. "Lord Zayveon, a beautiful morning, yes?" Zayveon gave a slow bow of his head as his tail swept behind him slowly. "Indeed. Hopefully a long beautiful day in turn it'll grow into. Have you heard word from my daughters?"

Antaeus perked a smile. "Which ones? You have like nearly two dozen daughters, Zayveon." A bow of head from Zayveon with a flick of his tail to the side. "Ah, funny, Antaeus. The two we're supposed to be meeting shortly this morning, I am referring too of course." "Oh those two?" His smile still set, Antaeus nodded slowly. "Anytime now they should be arriving. I remember when Abigail and Brianna were small enough to bounce on your knee. They are the youngest of your daughters?" Zayveon gave a slow shake of his reptilian head. "Nearly, but not the youngest, no. I will admit, sometimes it is difficult to keep track of their ages. Least I am well to remember of all their names." A chuckle perked between the two before Antaeus gave a nod toward the aft deck of the Skyship. "Speaking of your daughters, a certain Ship's Medic seems to be taken with the Chief Mechanic." Zayveon's tail gave pause upon the air, a glance and nod given to Antaeus. "Indeed, I've noticed. Cody is a good young man and quite skilled at tinkering with the ship's engines and solar sails. Of course if he upsets McKenna, I'll toss him over the side and he can pray he sprouts wings." Antaeus chuckled deeply. "Young love, Zayveon. It perks it's head everytime summer comes forth to Rhydin. Perhaps you shouldn't of had so many daughters?" Antaeus, was one of the very few that could get away joking in such with Zayveon and not worry of repercussions. Zayveon nodded some, as his tail slid back into a lazy sway just inches above the deck. "Even the adopted ones, hold a special place in my heart, Antaeus."

A massive vortex sprung to life a thousand yards off the starboard bow of The Xiuchoatl. Slowly and one at a time, two very similar Skyships slid free of the vortex and in a light course to come along side Lord Zayveon's Skyship. "I'm not sure which ones get into more trouble, Zayveon. Those of blood, or those you've adopted."

Zayveon's turn to chuckle deeply. "You know Antaeus, I'm not sure either."
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PostPosted: Fri Jun 17, 2011 5:35 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Lord Zayveon had been given many gifts over the centuries. Diamonds, Gold, Rubies, Exotic Weapons, Artifacts, land and so much more. The most recent gift had come from his daughters Brianna, Abigail and McKenna. The device was small compared to other gifts. About the size of a small stool in the shape of an almost square. A musical device, of which songs through time could be heard. Zayveon set up the device in his 'study' at the manor in Rhydin City.

Perhaps it was the music. Perhaps it was the good day he had. Perhaps, he simply was in a very good mood...


Tables of vials and bubbling potions came to life as Zayveon shifted and flicked of his wrists this way and that, as if directing with his wand of twisted wood with the crystal tip. The sound quality of the device was quite impressive. It was as if the singer Billy Idol was in the large study himself, singing 'Dancing With Myself.'

The small dragon species, best known as Burner, was hanging upside down from the chandelier over head. A tilt of his head from left to right as he watched the much larger draconic species below him moving about the tables and humming to the beat.

Zayveon's wand shot out with a flick of his wrist at a series of bowls on one table, immediately they started to bubble and perk. With a flick of his tail to the left and a motion of a clawed fingertips to the right, six vials started to lift into the air and spin about upon a tight circle before coming together and dumping their contents into the bowls. That long reptilian tail flicked left, right and back again as the Draconian Lord's hips, were moving back and forth to the song. Wand shot toward a side table, three chalices swung over to the main table before him and spun upon their settling to the fine oak surface. A snap of clawed fingertips and four spice bottles dropped down from their respectful positions upon a shelf at the far wall. A flick of his tail and shake of his hips, sending his crimson robes in a swoosh back and forth against his form as he moved about the study. The wand darted this way and that as if directing an orchestra. Burner up above started to bob his little head to the beat. A flick of his much smaller tail back and forth as he hung from the chandelier, chirping merrily.

"...'So let's sink another drink.. 'cause it'll give me time to think.. if I had the chance I'd ask the world to dance.. and I'll be dancing with myself.."


Zayveon's daughters, just might have created a monster.
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PostPosted: Tue Jun 28, 2011 6:12 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

"I said set that ship a'flame!"

Shouted Captain Abigail Zayveon of the skyship, The Rising Sun. Cannons came to life upon the large vessel's port side. Ripping into Captain Keegan's sky vessel. The Elven Captain had come to talk peace, but before actual negotiations could be set into play, gun fire had erupted from his vessel. One off the aft propellers were blown clean off by an impacting shot from two of The Rising Sun's cannons. As the vessel limped off two airships closed in to begin their attack of The Rising Sun. Abigail growled and with a flick of her wrist, sent a stream of fire at the nearest vessel. Rigging and the forward sail quickly drown in flames while her ship redirected it's cannons to fire at the incoming ships.

Her close sister of The Arctic Star, Captain Brianna Zayveon moved in from above with her skyship. Cannon fire rained downward upon the pair of ships moving on her sister's vessel. The airship already dealing with fires, quickly feel victim and explosions begun to tear through her hull. The second vessel tried to come about and make for an escape, but found their exit blocked by Lord Zayveon's own skyship, The Xiuhcoatl. Her bow guns fired off and tore into the airship's forward deck. From behind, the ship was pounded by flame as Abigail 'tossed' balls of flame over at the ship while her own drew near.

"Let my sister finish them! Bring us along side The Xiuchoatl to transfer Lord Zayveon back aboard so he maybe tended to. Damn that Keegan! Onboard my own ship even! Contact all outposts, I want detailed information with in the hour as to where Captain Keegan might have slunk off to and who he's working with. No single fool is this bold."
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PostPosted: Wed Jul 06, 2011 5:37 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Decades of learning, acquiring and firm study left Lord Zayveon with an acute sense of what to use when one is injured moderately or severely. A bit of rest of course didn't hurt either. Of course, it also paid to have daughters well versed in the healing arts as well.

It was summer in Rhydin. Well, in most areas at least. His daughter McKenna had told him to get out and enjoy the nice summer day. Who was he to not do as the doctor ordered?

A warm day and yet off in the sky thunder rumbled as the roar of a motorcycle not seen since last summer perked along the open road just outside of the city. Constructed long ago for one of Draconian height, flames burned bright from the eye sockets of the odd skull between the handlebars. Crimson robes flickered in the wind along with a long reptilian tail. With a unique wand slid free into one large hand, a flick and twitch at the country side to perk the art of geomancy to life. Trees sprouted anew with their leaves. Fruits perked forth in slow growth.

Today was a day of life. Tomorrow, would be a time of hunting. Back in the city, at his manor, the double bladed battle axe was hanging sharp. As was the cleaned up and sharpened Rose Mace that had not seen much in the way of use for quite sometime. Sometimes you had to get the blood flowing to really feel alive. Lord Zayveon held several ways for getting such done. Vigorous, hungry love making was one method. A certain Gypsy was quite the pleasure in that route. Of course destroying your enemy upon a battlefield was another method. Not harming, not injuring, nor leaving for dead, but destroying your enemy down to nothing.

Blood thirsty? Perhaps a little. It had been so long since he'd been upon a good fight. Of course the fight in a local bar in the Star's End spaceport was indeed rather, fun.
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PostPosted: Wed Aug 03, 2011 7:58 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Cannons roared above the high seas. Airships, Skyships, clashed well above the slap of waves.

"Ready.. fire Raptor Chains!" Shouted Antaeus, the large upright standing bear of green fur shouted on deck into the communication relay on the aft deck of The Xiuhcoatl. Twelve cannons of her port side sounded off in almost perfect unison. Chains with solid metallic balls at either end shot forth across the sky. Several would miss, but five would hit their mark nearly perfectly in damaging the solar sails of the enemy skyship. The next volley of cannon fire were six cannons fired from the mid deck. Loaded with exploding balls' they broke into the deck of the skyship and immediately burst into flames. Setting powder and wood to flicker and then consume with fire. A flicker of motion and forward thrust of his large hands at the main deck and Lord Zayveon sent a heavy flow of wind into the vessel. Seven onboard where knocked clean over the side to plunge into the waters far below. A crackle of thunder then as lightening shot forth from his clawed fingertips. Impacting and damaging the vessel's rudders.

Captain Abigail Zavyveon moved her vessel just above two goblin zeppelins. The auburn haired woman perked a smile as her crew opened fire with their cannons at a downward, diagonal angle. Explosions tore through the zeppelins. As if that wasn't enough, her sister Captain Brianna Zayveon, opened fire with her own vessel's cannons. Following her father, her cannons were loaded with exploding metallic balls. Internal decks started on fire and goblins panicked. Some with out thinking jumped for the blue seas so far below. Others froze and became engulfed in the flames. Some tried to keep to their stations. Maintaining their cannons, but soon found the powder around them set off by the engulfing flames and explosions.

Captain Fiona Benning watched the scene unfold from the deck of her skyship. Fingertips ran over the flintlock looking pistols tucked into her belt, as the edges of her skirts shifted in the breeze. The crimson corset hugged her form rather nicely and red lips pressed together before moving in part to speak. "Helmsman, new course. Head for Farlox Station. Fast as she goes. Signal remaining ships to follow. This battle is over." Her gaze swept over toward Lord Zayveon's massive skyship and she actually smirked. "Another time, Z'ev, another time."

At catching sight of the enemy vessels, the three remaining, Abigail smiled and motioned to her crew. "Break out the rum! We've turned them back again lads!" Brianna upon her own vessel, would turn to her executive officer and inquire on damage to their vessel along with any injuries.

Lord Zayveon watched as the last goblin vessels would fall to their fate in the oceans below, the damage overcoming the ships and the crews trying desperately to keep them in the air. The sharks, would eat well this day. As would other creatures of the open waters of Rhydin.

"Antaeus, set course for the North seas. I have a taste to sink some slaver vessels upon the oceans below."
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PostPosted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 5:44 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

- Morgin Station -
( Airship/Skyship Repair Station )



The local tavern of the mountain top station was all a bustle with activity. The Xiuhcoatl, Arctic Star and Rising Sun were all three docked at the station. While in the station's docks, a healthy bunch of the crews were enjoying drinks and food at the only tavern at the station. Lucky for the tavern owner.

"Back we turned those rats of the sky!" Shouted Captain Abigail Zayveon as she lifted her tankard in the air. A 'yo-ho' from the crews gathered in cheer as their drinks were hoisted up in the air as well. "To the crews and your wondrous work upon the skies of Rhydin!" Another 'yo-ho' was sounded off in cheer. "To my sister and her stead-fast resolve in the face of danger!" Again a 'yo-ho' in cheer from those gathered and a tip of the hat set to Captain Brianna Zayveon's head toward her sister's compliment. "To our great medical staff like that of our dear sister McKenna for keeping us all healthy to fight these bastards!" A loud volley of 'yo-ho's and cheers as McKenna Zayveon shyly lifted a hand to wave from her chair at a table. Leave it up to her sisters to embarrass her in public, though she should be used to it by now. Captain Abigail Zayveon lifted her tankard high once more as she turned her head about to those gathered in the tavern and then nodded over toward the tall Draconian sitting in a large chair, one of few the tavern actually had to fit the ancient. "And least us not forget to give thanks to Lord Zayveon! Without him, myself nor my sisters would be here today. Our ships would not be upon Rhydin's skies and lets' face it, you'd all be working some job at Rhydin City's docks feasting of the horrid smells of the local taverns there instead of this mountain top establishment with fine crisp air! May he live another five thousand years and may we all learn from his greatness!" A cheer that would feel as if it could shake the tavern off the very mountain top would resound inside the tavern. Drinks hoisted high as cheers, shouts and the banging of hands to tables sounded off. Lord Zayveon gave a slow bow of his head over toward his daughter Abigail. Indeed she did hold a fire in her. Strong as many of his daughters were. After shouting the drinks were on her and the cheers that would be heard soon after, Captain Abigail Zayveon stepped over toward her father. The way her outfit hugged her curves made even the wisest of crew members give a look. Indeed, Lord Zayveon held quite the lovely of human looking daughters. One crew member even ventured to whisper to another how Lord Zayveon knew how to grow them.

Abigail slid over and sat on her father's lap, wrapping an arm around his neck as she leaned up to give a kiss to his muzzle's side. "The greatest man I've ever known.. well.. man... Draconian you know what I mean father." A chuckle from Abigail as a nod was had from Z'ev to his daughter while an arm slid around her in a hug. "I do and you compliment me far too much my dear daughter. I'm not sure I'm worthy of such praise." Abigail took a drink from her tankard and then chuckled. "Bah, I say you are so you'll have to simply accept it father." A smirk then at her lips as she gave a nod over toward where her sister McKenna and their father's chief mechanic Cody were off at the side slow dancing to the small band present and playing. "Seems your mechanic has taken to McKenna." Z'ev turned his gaze and gave a soft nod of his head in their direction. "Indeed. She's a grown girl, like you and the rest of your many sisters. She's free to choose who she wants to be in a relationship with. Course, given it's Cody, makes it easy for me to keep an eye on them both with them being onboard my ship." Abigail smirked at her father as in turn he also perked something of a smirk at his muzzle. "Mhm." Smiled Abigail as she leaned against her father's chest. "What would you ever do if all your daughters showed up at the castle in the south?" "Hide?" Abigail lifted her head from her father's chest to look at him, before the two burst into laughter.
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PostPosted: Sat Sep 03, 2011 3:12 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

The twisting oak wood wand spat forth a volley of energy toward the would be child wizard. The teenager tried to block the incoming strike but his skill with defense wasn't as perked as his teachings of attack. The impact though partly deflected with a spell, sent the young one back onto the ground. Zayveon's tail swung round as he drew near, catching a second of roughly twenty years of age in the mid section. The hard hit sent him back nearly twenty feet to hit and roll on the ground.

"Children. Captain Keegan sends children to fight his battles now?" Growled Zayveon as a thrust of his wand forward caused a whirlwind to strike up and knock another three back before a quick flick and swirl of his wand would produce a stream of flame forward at two of the young attacking wizards. Weak from the battle, they were unable to quickly deflect the incoming vortex of flame and were consumed in shouts and cries of pain. The ground itself opened up and seemed to swallow up three as they tried to grab for some bit of earth to keep them from slipping into the abyss. A snap of Zayveon's wrist with the wand and he disappeared as two tried to fire bolts of flame at him. Reappearing seconds later behind them and grabbing each by the back of their necks. Lifting into the air and smashing their heads together before tossing them aside.
A flick of the wrist and the unique wand was back in clawed fingertips, pointed at a man of barely nineteen.

"Now you go. You return to Captain Keegan or you return to the homes you left when you joined up with him and the others. But you do not continue on this course. This battle, is over now. You've lost a third' of your would be young wizards. Take what's left of your foolish attackers and leave. I won't.. give you a second chance, boy."

A spit of blood from the young man. His eyes narrowed at the greatly taller Zayveon before him. A moment's thought to strike with his wand, but instead he slipped it away and slowly backed through the grass with a motion to those still alive to retreat back from this battle. The skyship Captain had gotten them to fight his battle. Telling his students of magic that Lord Zayveon was old, ancient even for these days. Perhaps Captain Keegan had thought they would get lucky in their numbers? Perhaps he thought they would at least wound the Draconian Wizard? Foolish the aged Elven Captain was indeed.

In the sky above the skyship 'The Rising Sun' eased lower from it's watchful eye above. Captain Abigail Zayveon was itching to fire off her ship's cannons at the retreating below, but she'd hold off as they went with out further insult. A smirk perked her lips as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Hell have no furry, like a Wizard's scorn."
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PostPosted: Mon Oct 24, 2011 3:58 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

The massive Xiuhcoatl moved through the night sky nearly silent as her gunports perked. Lord Dungorian's castle laid below. Several on watch froze in their steps. Unsure what to make of the large skyship high above.

Froze until, the skyship let loose with her cannons. Two watch towers were blown to pieces as exploding cannon balls impacted. Men shouted and ran to alert others. Some tried to fire arrows upwards at the attacking vessel. A valiant effort, but at a loss.

As the skyship tilted slightly with her turn in circling the castle below, a better aim was taken at the courtyard. One one with the barracks. Cannons let loose as men scrambled out trying to avoid what was to come.

The very ground started to shake by the main Keep. Towers begain to crumble and fall apart. Stone by stone fell to severely injure and even kill those running about the court yard. As the Lord of the castle emerged from his crumbling keep, he was struck down by a bolt of lightening. A second bolt upon impact would set of the man's body aflame.

Lord Zayveon slowly crossed his arms over his crimson robed' chest. A tap of a clawed fingertip against his arm.

"So ends the life and rule of another would be Lord. Truly, they are like pests. Proceed to Lord Valkari's castle next. I wish to eliminate the Elven Lord before dawn breaks."
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PostPosted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 11:33 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Goblin ships drove across the seas. The scavengers pressed onward in their need for blood and chaos. Seventeen cargo ships to their credit had been taken. The crews all but gone. Those killed by a slashing blade had a quicker death then those tortured.

"We'zz rich, we i'z. Soon we'zz have enough to.. hey'z.. what wrong with water?" Goblins peered at the odd shift of water surrounding their ships. It was moving opposite the normal current. "Maybe it'z be mermaids! Get spears ready we trade 'dem for much gold when catch!" Chitter chatter throughout the ships as Goblins dashed about snagging up spears and nets. Giddy with the thought of trading for gold until the waves started to rise up to the port side of the ships. Slowly the Goblins backed up on the deck of the vessels. "Dis' not mermaids.. dis.. not..."

The waves sudden rolled over and crashed upon the Goblin vessels. Two ships sank immediately, while another three rolled over and dipped back into the depths of the sea.

From the shoreline, Lord Zayveon slowly lowered his large reptilian hands into a fold of arms against his crimson robes. A gentle movement of his tail behind him with the soft breeze perking in the wind. His eyes scanned the horizon and for any signs of Goblin life.

None to be found.

"Next time, learn to swim better you little pests."
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PostPosted: Mon Dec 19, 2011 11:09 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

"Your little pathetic village will burn to the ground and all for what? Just be good and give us the location of your gold mines... now!"

Captain Fiona Benning cursed as she slammed a fist onto an oak table. Drawing what appeared to be a flintlock pistol from her belt, though only in look as it was actually a modified energy pistol. "I will burn this little village of yours down, every last bit of wood will be.." Explosions ripped through a line of goblin troops, sending them flying high and all over the surrounding area. Android Knights, adorned in bluish armor with gold edged stormed into the village. The large swords swept firm, cutting down goblin and hired man alike. Captain Benning perked a smirk against her lips as she clutched the table before her. "Lord Zayveon.."

A thunder crackled through the sky above. A massive portal broke open and spilled out The Xiuhcoatl, Lord Zayveon's heavily armed skyship. Before the portal above would close, the ship rained down cannon fire upon the airships on the ground outside the village. Captain Benning shook her head with a laugh. "Damn him. Damn that Draconian. Get to the ships you idiots!" "Ma'am! We've lost three ships already, they're being destroyed before they can even lift from the ground!" Captain Benning hauled off and decked the merc before her. Straightening her blood red corset and adjusting her belt and skirts then before lastly that of her tri pointed hat. "To the forests. We retreat you worthless bags of filth! Admiral Kelloth is going to be very displeased about loosing this village and it's worth. The flintlock looking, but clear once it went off, energy pistol left a hole in a goblin's head before the creature fell back in a thump upon the ground. Captain Benning smiled to the village Elder and gave a wave of her hand as she moved for the cover of the surrounding forest. "Always good to have powerful friends, nice move." A glance over the airships in flames near the edge of the village and with a shake of her head, all be it with a smirk perking her lips, she pressed into the woods as goblins and mercs were being cut down by the tall and swift movements of the Android Knights.

High above Lord Zayveon peered downward at the fleeing forces. "Secure the safety of the village and it's people. Then we'll press onward and meet up with my daughters. Admiral Kelloth and the rest, need to feel harsh blow."
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PostPosted: Sun Feb 12, 2012 8:23 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

"Yes.. yes.. we've heard it a few times now and yet your ships are in ruin."

Captain Fiona Benning shook her head over at the Elven Captain Keegan. Settling her hands upon the hips of her skirts and in turn two of the pistols tucked into her belt. "From what I've heard lately, Captain Kaiser hasn't had much luck with making coin for our cause either these days." Keegan turned his head over at the man with a patch over one eye. A snap of his fingertips and Kaiser held a ball of flame an inch above his hand. The pyromancer narrowed an eyebrow at the Elven Captain.

"Enough." Spoke Admiral Kelloth as he entered the room, accompanied by several goblins with blades and pistols tucked into their belts. "Blame each other for your losses another time. Tonight we are deciding on how to handle the matter at hand. We're behind by over two hundred thousand in coin and unless either of you have a gold mine to offer to the table, we need to find a way to pay Captain Sabbas before the deadline. I'll resupply each of you with five Goblin airships of well trained crews. Do try not to get them all shot out of the skies too quickly, hm? Each of you will given an object to be met in a short period of time. You 'will' meet the deadline I put forth or will have to deal with Captain Sabbas by yourself. Gold, rubies and diamonds are on the lists and make sure you follow the simple rules I've given you. Lord Zayveon will be dealt with at a later time. Leave him and his' alone. We can't afford his full wrath at the moment. Stick to the plan. Don't deviate from it." Admiral Kelloth pointed a finger at each in turn.
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PostPosted: Sat Aug 25, 2012 6:35 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Lord Zayveon was actually pacing back and forth in the great hall of his manor in Rhydin City. Located several blocks south of the famous Red Dragon Inn. Some of his daughters had arrived earlier in the day for the occasion. Aiyana and Zyanya had sailed into port the day before. Tabitha had arrived just that morning after spending sometime in the glen south of the city. She couldn't help but take a few hours there and help a few flowers perk in bloom. The geomancer side of her simply was hard to resist. Kassiopeia and Kleopatra had played a portal to arrive but an hour ago from their home half the world away. The twin witches were smirking and trying not to giggle at their father's pacing back and forth. It wasn't often you caught the massive form of a Draconian pacing and looking nervous. Captain Lilith Anubis smiled as she walked over to their father and set a darkly gloved hand to his arm. "Father, calm yourself. You used to wager peace talks between the mighty Guilds of old that played this world. Surely you can be as calm and collected in meeting family."

Zayveon glanced downward at his daughter and nodded slowly. Clawed fingertips idly tapping at the side of his crimson robes. "True be it, I should be handling this far easier. However I didn't even know about him until last month when I received the letter. He's been alive for over two hundred years, why wait until now to let me know I have a son? I lost my last son over four hundred years ago to the wars that plagued this world. Why didn't his mother tell me she was with child so long ago?" Lilith smiled some and patted her father's arm. "Perhaps she wished him to live a life without others knowing who his father was? You've made a few enemies over time, father. Perhaps he didn't even know until recently who his father was?" Zayveon nodded downward from his height at his daughter slowly. "Perhaps so."

Tabitha started clapping her hands before settling them to her rounded hips as her smile perked at the others. "Their here! Their here!"

Through the hall came a short haired man and a blonde woman toward them. A day old scruff played his face, his hand firm in that of the woman's as they moved toward the small crowd. Zayveon turned fully toward them from Lilith and gave pause. The man and woman looked over the women about, before turning their gaze upwards at the tall Draconian. They'd heard Lord Zayveon had that of human looking daughters and that only one of his children of the past had indeed taken on his looks.

Zayveon took a step forward toward the two, looking them over slowly before speaking quiet. "Theseus?" The man nodded slowly before gesturing with his free hand toward the woman with him. "Yes. I.. I am Theseus and this is my wife Andromeda. Forgive me.. to find out.. to know.. that my father is of such a rare race. That he be indeed that of a.. Draconian.." Zayveon nodded slowly and then, he simply couldn't help himself. He moved forward again in step and lowered some to reach of his arms around them both to give a massive hug. The two were taken back a bit by the gesture but smiled at each other and then returned the hug. At one time Zayveon held fifteen sons, but all had perished during the great wars of old. Here he was, hugging a long lost son. He had a son still.

Theseus and Andromeda slowly eased back as Zayveon stood back to his height after a few minutes as the two looked between them and then back at the others. "There's someone we'd like you to meet." Slowly the two shifted aside and a little girl in a fancy blue dress stood a few feet behind them. "This is our daughter, Brianna." The little girl looked curiously at those gathered, before she tentatively walked toward the tall Draconian. Looking way up at him as in turn, Zayveon gazed downward at her a moment before lowering to a knee before her. "My daddy says.. you're my granddaddy." Zayveon tilted his head some at the little girl and slowly nodded. "I am." The girl looked back at her mother and father and then back at Zayveon. "My name's Brianna and I'm five years old. You look like a Dragon. But you're smaller then a dragon, but bigger still then I am." "My kind is related to dragons. My name is Z'ev Zayveon and I'm quite older." The little girl nodded softly and then smiled up at the Draconian. "I like you. You're different." She moved forward and put her arms around his neck as he lowered further for her. Zayveon wrapped the little girl up in his arms.

Kassi and Kleo clapped their hands along with Tabitha and smiled as the two nearly spoke in unison. "We have a niece!"
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PostPosted: Wed Jul 17, 2013 10:55 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

"We strike, we do.."

Spoke one of the Goblins as they were preparing several airships for flight later that day. Cannon balls and powder were being loaded to the ships, along with burning oils, wood and buckets of coal. "We'z find somethin' we can use, yeeeeees?" A nodding and grinning from the surrounding goblins as they worked a newly stolen cannon up the ramp to the deck of the airship.

"What we find?" Commented one as he struggled to push on the cannon. "We take his clothes! That make him angry!" Shouted a goblin as the others looked over at him. A firm slap was sent by one of the goblins. "Bliztor.. you stupids' he rich. He buy more clothe'z he do!" Several goblings laughed, as well as grunted as they worked the cannon upwards along the ramp and up and over to the deck. "Ha, we do it! Hey'z.. we should blow up hi'z castle in North!" A pause between the bunch of goblins, now upon the airships' deck. "No'z.. not good." Spoke one. "Hi'z castle have' many guards o' metal it does. They blast' us' out of sky before we'za get in firing range we do!"

"Attack home in'z city o' Rhydin!" Shouted one, quite excitedly. To which he got a few smacks on the head by several other goblins about him. "Booner'' you'z stupid too'za. We be' shot at'z from whole city if start attacking place'a in city you'z stupido'." Proceeding along the deck, the bunch of goblins moved to push and pull crates of supplies, along with buckets, to stow them for flight.

"I ha'za good idea, I do." Smiled a silver haired goblin. "We finish here'za.. then we go do my' plan. It good plan. It get us lots coin it do!"
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PostPosted: Thu Aug 25, 2016 12:43 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Where does the time go?

Life strikes forth and gives little pause for those by the way side. Stop to smell the flowers and next thing you know, you are a journey behind in your work. Of course, there are exceptions to every rule and standard. Sometimes being behind in something, isn't the end of the world suddenly. Often in life we forget what truly matters and focus instead upon the daily and weekly tasks we need to get done.

Best to enjoy the days and nights before they pass. Savor each moment you can. Savor the experiences and the way to your destination. Not just arriving, but the getting there.

Enjoy life, even the little travels.
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PostPosted: Wed May 09, 2018 7:41 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

The Sorceress Julianna flicked her fingers and cast several bolts of seemingly lightening toward the Wizard Marcus Flynn. With a quick up turn of his staff the bolts impacted at the ground off to his right. His long mustache and goatee of near white shifted with a twitch of his lips. His free hand moved to adjust the leather belts about his waist some. 

"Woman you are both a pain in the butt and a pest. I'd of thought by now someone would have simply drown you in your own pool of blood. Or maybe a pile of cow dung. Either way, Rhydin would rid of you. A man has better things to do then deal with unruly users of magic with small brains."

Julianna growled through her teeth at Marcus. A hand moved to push of her crimson locks behind a dark silk clad shoulder. "Now now, Marcus. You are far too old to be still around. How about you do everyone a favor and die already!" Her hands cast upwards again and this time two balls of flame shot toward Marcus who combated the fire balls with a spray of water cast from the tip of his staff. "Woman, you are a pain."

The Wizard Medovice suddenly stepped from an opened portal to Flynn's far left side. His wooden staff lifted as the hooded figure's long hair blew some in the breeze of the passing storm that had riddled the nearby lands in rain. 

"Medovice." Came the deep textured tone off to his side. Julianna and Marcus turned slightly at Medovice there and then over toward the tall ancient standing a few paces from him. 

"Zayveon..." Muttered Julianna. 

The Draconian Wizard of old shifted his long reptilian tail out at his side as matching crimson robes shifted about his form slightly. Clawed fingertips quiet in their tap at his left side. The towering Draconian gave a glance toward Julianna. "The last time I recall seeing you, was when I put you in that magic cell at the Prison." Julianna was keeping a watchful eye on Marcus, but now that Lord Zayveon was here, well, she was more concerned in keeping track of his movements over Flynn's. Medovice stepped back three paces from Zayveon as breath left his lips slow and easy.

"Basturd. And I do mean turd!" Shouted Marcus at Medovice. "Trying to sneak up on an old man and strike him from behind like that." 

Medovice heard Marcus, but kept his eyes on the ancient Draconian. His words came calm and quiet. "I have no issue with you, Draconian Lord." "As you best not, Medovice." Came Zayveon's reply as his reptilian head turned between the man and Julianna. "I would hope you both are not up to no good again. I do not require that of an army to crush either of you like a simple ant below my foot. My temper as of late, has not been so neatly in check."

"As if I would care as to the timing of your temper!" Shouted Julianna. Medovice however motioned a hand toward Julianna. "Close, your, mouth." Turning his eyes of blue back and upwards at Lord Zayveon. "We have other plans. Perhaps another time for a duel, Draconian." 

A look from Medovice over toward Julianna before he spun his staff at his side to open a blueish portal to which he promptly stepped into. Julianna looked between Marcus and Zayveon a moment. Wondering if she should try her luck and then recalling how it had turned out the last time those many years ago, stepped for the open portal and through it before it closed up as if never there.

Marcus tapped his staff to the ground as a smile perked his lips. "Heh. I knew they couldn't stick around. What with my might and all." Zayveon perked an eye ridge over and downward at Marcus. "Oh really? That's why they left, hm?" Marcus smiled upwards at big Draconian and chuckled. "Hehe.. well, maybe that of another Wizard of old might have helped."

Zayveon's snout curved into a somewhat smile as he nodded his head. "I've somethings to speak to you about, Marcus. Matters of possible futures." Marcus perked a near white brow upwards at the Draconian. "Ale? The good stuff?" Zayveon's snout perked further into a smirk. "I can buy, yes." Marcus grinned and gave a nod of his head as strands of his shoulder length gray locks slid about the material of his robes there. "All right. Sold. Let's find that good stuff to drink and you can tell me of what's on your mind. We should find a good Inn or Tavern though. I'm in need of a privy first."
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PostPosted: Wed May 09, 2018 8:16 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

"You are not worthy as I am. His blood will one day drip from that of my enchanted axes." Spoken low and deep in tone from the tall dressed in red armor Kurkon. His helmet with that of four horns sticking out from the top and sides, covered his entire head. Few had ever seen his face laid below. 

Orlandis shifted of his golden axe upon his gloved hands of golden coloring. "You think that you are the only one with enchanted weapons, Kurkon? Have you forgotten the Quests of old? There was a time here on Rhydin where many sought out fortune and power. True, some perished but those that found the hidden treasures laid about the lands became powerful."

"Or dead." Commented the tall figure of a dark haired minotaur. Borgonthis shifted in his hoofed step toward the wooden table near the stone wall of the large dining room. Thick fingers picked up a goblet from the table as he set his long axe against the wall in lean. The black and metallic colored armor about his figure seemed to shift as easy as silk in his movements. "There were once many Quests and Adventures. Few seek out the treasures of old any more. Many died from that of skeleton attack, or mystical creatures, or that of bandits, or smugglers, or some Wizard or Lord Knight. Neither of you have seen the depths of caves and underground temples that I have."

"I swear you three hold swollen heads." Grumbled the Sorceress Nimodia. The Asian woman of long dark hair shook her head from the chair she had taken at the long rectangular dining table. Her goblet lightly tapped upon by a finger tip. With a shift of near emerald green silken robes about her form, she sat up further in her chair and pointed between the three. "Admit it. All three of you hold that of enchanted items. You've all conquered in your own right upon a Journey of old. Trying to figure out who is better, is like trying to select the best Elven Wine."

Borgonthis growled over at Nimodia. "Elven Wine? Bah. That liquid is not proper for drinking unless you have your nose high upon the air."

"If you are all finished, I've somethings I'd like to discuss with all of you before I take my leave to the far Eastern lands." As their gazes shifted toward the entering man, they'd regard him slowly. "King Remy." Muttered Orlandis. King Remy stepped in his Knightly armor of dark blue and black twisting color toward the table in the room. His simple crown of curving metal sat upon his head and he'd give a look to each upon the dining room. "There are several we need to capture. However, you will all work together with the others I've brought forth for this plan. There is a list I've made. You will not seek out to capture more then one at a time. Don't let your egos get the best of you. Top to bottom you will acquire those upon the list and bring them to a place I've had constructed for their imprisonment. Do be mindful. The place of they are to be taken to does hold that of magical and enchanted wards. So watch yourself or you may end up imprisoned there yourselves. Lord Arthas is busy with a task I've given him or he would be here."

Kurkon helmet shook atop his armor clad shoulders. "Arthas is a pain to deal with." King Remy gave a slow nod of his head over toward Kurkon. "True. However he has his usefulness. Now let us move into the next room and continue this conversation where I have the lists you will need and that of supplies as well."

As the group left the dining room area and ventured into the parlor to speak further, a small red dragon crept out from the rafters above. A flick of his tail and those little wings of his perked out. The little dragon was actually fully grown for his species. A mere ten inches, not including his tail. With a leap from his spot and into the air, the small dragon of crimson coloring flew for an open window and out into the approaching storm.
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PostPosted: Wed Oct 03, 2018 5:20 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

The Great Hall for dining was lit and the large fire places as well. True, it had been sometime since the Hall had been used. It was not often that guests found their way to the massive castle nestled in the mountains.

The Wizard Marcus Flynn was smiling through his beard, as he poured more of the aged ale into his dark goblet. A shift of his boots below the long dining table and a wink cast to the Elven Sorceress, Leena. With a smirk, Leena shook her head lightly at the man. A twitch of her long Elven ears but a smirk was playing her lips. "Lord Flynn, you are ever the flirt. Have you no shame?" Marcus Flynn just smiled as he set the crystal pitcher back down to the table. "Me? Never. What fun would that be, fair lady elf?" Leena narrowed her eyes at him a moment and then shook her head again with a bit of laughter escaping her lips. "Now I know why you have been married a few times."

The dark haired Witch, Morgana, was already laughing from her spot at the long table of oak. "I told you, Leena. He is quite incorrigible." The Wizard Edgar, rolled his eyes. Running his fingertips downward over his salt and pepper short beard. Edgar's leather long coat was draped over the back of his cushioned chair. He reached over to one of the platters upon the dining table. Selecting a few pieces of sliced sausage and in turn two pieces of swiss cheese. Edgar wasn't always one for a lot of words. So he sat and listened to the others while enjoying a snack.

"Pardon my late arrival to our gather." Spoke the deepen tone of Lord Zayveon as his tall Draconian figure moved into the massive Hall for gatherings. "I was checking in with a few Knights. The trickster Trina has been spotted past Vulgarian Passage. She is not alone either."

Marcus shifted his brows some. "That Sorceress is a waste of good looks. Should be a law against a woman looking as pretty as she does and not being a 'good' sort."

"Who else, was traveling with her, Zayveon?" Inquired Morgana from her spot at the table. "Lord Jordinion, the Barbarian Lord Kossin and the Black Knight, Blancor with at least two thirds of his army behind him."

Leena twitched slightly her long Elven ears. "That is not a nice group to be traveling together. The Vulgarian Passage you say? If they keep their current course, they will end up near that of King Remy's fortress."

Marcus lowered his goblet after a healthy drink of the liquid with in. "Remy? That self appointed prick. The only reason he ever became a King, was because he betrayed and killed his own brother. Cocky donkey loving.." As Marcus went into one of his mutterings, Edgar's low voice lifted from his spot at the table while pushing the leather brimmed hat upwards from their cover of his eyes. "They are no doubt planning, or are going to be planning something. Rest assured, it will not be anything of good virtue."

Lord Zayveon gave a slow nod of his dragon like head. "Indeed. Which is why I have sent out messages to several allies of ours. I would rather have them prepared, then not ready. The little dragon, Burner, has already informed me that King Remy has met with some at his home already. The Sorceress Julianna was one of them."

Marcus shook his head. "Wench."

"Then we best be on our toes." Commented Morgana.

"They want to start something again, we'll let'em have it." Smirked Marcus as he lifted his goblet for another healthy drink of the aged ale.
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