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Strangeland | Legends Never Die

I'm sorry but I'm not going to be able to continue as much as I would like. I keep beginning a post and then get preoccupied with studying.

Strangeland | Legends Never Die

Anyone gonna post?

@WilsonTurner

Yeah sorry, it's finals week and all.

Strangeland | Legends Never Die

I added my mark as well. Hopefully another post either tonight or tomorrow morning.

Dragon Riders Story Unlikely Friendships

Okay then, well once an OOC is established with a character sheet I'll get to work on it.

Dragon Riders Story Unlikely Friendships

Well I would like to be part of the Raiding Dragon group who will help the new riders.

Dragon Riders Story Unlikely Friendships

Color me interested.

Strangeland | Legends Never Die

He cursed his death. Damned the beast that shattered him, angered that he had failed after all the years waiting and searching for the wretched monster only to be killed by it. Ultimately he could not change what had happened and it frustrated him to no end unable to escape the field of roses. Te last moments had been quick, the beast was swift, and despite all of his training, he could not keep up with the beast's erratic movement. He remembered feeling his body suddenly crushed by immense pressure, then there had been a crack and numbness. How long he had been stuck in the field of flowers he could not say, nothing changed in this realm and time seemed nonexistent. He wandered on end nothing stopping him until some point he came across someone weeping it. The sound broke him from his thoughts and curses. He had not seen anyone else here upon his arrival. He at first could not see who was weeping, and believed it was all in his head, finally succumbing to some form of madness until he finally could make out a shape of a woman who's clothes matched the same color of the roses in the realm. He wandered closer to the woman who seem oblivious to him even being there. She continued to weep and as he got closer, he noticed the crimson blood staining her, the only color in the sea of white all around. The closer he got the more encumbered he felt, the more his limbs felt numb.

"Perhaps rest will clear my mind," he mumbled before toppling over, drifting in and out of consciousness only the sound of the woman's weeping came to his ears until he lost consciousness.

He felt cold, cold that was enough to numb a man to his bone. His mind slowly awoke not sure where he was. He did not remember feeling cold in the realm of white roses yet something told him that he was far from that place now. Where he was not sure until he finally sat up. He saw around him snow but his mind couldn't comprehend why? He was dead, he knew that he had been yet here was snow. The scenery was not much different from the sea of white roses but it was the cold that made him certain he was alive, the warmth of blood running through his veins keeping him only slightly warm along with his gear, gear that seemed to of been untouched. Had this been his place of death that final day? It was the only thing he could think of why he was alone in the middle of wilderness. No one knew where he had been, he had always worked alone in his hunts and lived mostly in the wilderness. Being back to life brought him a sense of new vigor and strength as he stood up. He was alive and he could continue his task but first he had to find the nearest city. Something internally said to move south and so he did, beginning his long journey south to the nearest city, trudging through the snow one foot at a time.

Mass Effect: The Regulators

Marco?

So again how's everyone while we wait to see if this will ever get started.

Mass Effect: The Regulators

So what is everyone up to?

Strangeland | Legends Never Die

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Zaccar Drogoth

Hunter of the North/Knight of Winter

Age: 36
Sex: Male
Date of Birth: November 14th
Legends Slain:
-The Great Gray Wolf of the North
-Sealameet the Everlasting Dragon
-Yharnis, the Weaver of the Nightmare
-Maneating Boar
-Darkbeast Guyral
-Scorth, Queen of Shadows
-The Abhorrent One
Slain By: A beast that appears under a blood red moon beckoned by it's calling. Oedon the Old One.

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Appearance:

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Personality:

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He is a rather impassive person, with only one goal in mind, to kill Odeon the Old One. He will kill any beast, demon, or monster that stands in his way however. Despite this cold shoulder nature he can be caring once you get to know him and even might laugh at a joke or two if one is lucky to catch him in a good mood or if you are extremely lucky maybe a smile. Internally he battles over who he is, if this is all he wants out of life? A life of killing beasts or do something beyond that.

Lore:

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Born in the northern lands, he grew up in an environment that was survival of the fittest. His village was deep in the mountains where the sun hardly brought enough light to melt the snow. Yet despite the cruelty of the environment, they survived. He began life as a simple son of a farmer, hearing tales of what lived in the forests and caves around the village, it was off limits to enter them, especially at night when supposedly the beasts came out to hunt any poor wretched soul that did not find cover within their home or at least a tavern. Of course peace does not always last and eventually a beast did attack the village out right. Perhaps it was agitated about something, or it just finally had enough of the village. It struck out tearing the little village apart. The few men who could wield a weapon tried to fight it but were nothing more then a mere agitation to the beast as it killed it's fill of men, women, and children. Not many survived that night and those who did, left the village without hesitation. Zaccar and his family managed to live, though they suffered loses. His uncle had been torn in two, a sister who he would never see again, and his father's arm so mangled it had to be amputated. From that day forth Zaccar knew he would return for vengeance for his people. He grew distant from all he knew and decided to learn the trade of sword fighting. It took many years, longer so to find someone willing to train him but he eventually became the man he needed to be and upon feeling ready, returned to the burned down village of the north to hunt down the beast that destroyed it. He had learned the creatures name, a name spoken under whispers: Odeon the Old One, a beast that lurked under the guide of the moon, only coming out of it's hiding place when a red moon rose. The night it attacked there had indeed been a blood moon.

So Zaccar searched and in the mean time, killed many other beasts, the few other people that lived in the north or traded there shared tales of a man who seemed to slaughter the beasts in the harsh realm with ease. His cloak coming from the Great Gray Wolf that had terrorized a village or that the armor he wore came from the dragon Sealameet an ancient resident of the norther mountains. He slayed many beasts but it wasn't for years until he found his pray, Odeon. It spoke to him but what he said Zaccar could not remember even if he wished to. The battle was long and tedious the beast was the hardest thing he had ever fought and in the end the beast won out snapping Zaccar in two and leaving him in a realm of darkness until he would be called again to the hunt.

Combat Information

Equipment:

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His longsword which is quite unique because it functions as two weapons really. For you see he can wield the weapon in hand while carrying a shield or he can lock it in place with the large piece on his back and it becomes a greatsword with devastating power. He also carries a shield which is made from the skull of Sealameet the Everlasting Dragon. Another prize he has is his cape which was made from the pelt of the Great Gray Wolf of the North and the horns atop his helm belong to the Elusive Stag, perhaps not a beast that was harmful to men but it was said to be unkillable and he proved otherwise.
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Techniques/Spells:

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Beast's Claw: It is said that when you hunt beasts for to long, you yourself start becoming one. As flesh is flayed and blood is sprayed, the beast within awakens, and in time, the wielder of this technique surges with both strength and feverish reverie. What once was mortal flesh becomes bestial and clawed to tear prey apart in a fit of frenzy.

Beast Roar: This technique borrows the strength of the terrible undead darkbeasts, if only for a moment, to blast surrounding foes back with the force of a roaring beast. Able to deflect projectiles for the short span it is used as well.
The indescribable sound is broadcast with the caster's own vocal cords, which begs the question, what terrible things lurk deep within the frames of men?

The Mark: Left side of chest

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