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STATUS: Is it just me, or does MHGen feel so so much easier than 4U? 9 yrs ago
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@Feisty-Pants Teysa is still young. She has a long time to decide if she wants to follow bolas or not.
Very long time.~
She probably won't, actually. She's normally quite nice. Getting attacked ticks her off though. <.<
@Feisty-Pants
*waiting for the perfect opportunity to counter spell you to your demise*
(I thought about counterspelling your overload spell but nah xP)
*reminder to self to use activated abilities like her transformation and Blood Rush more.*
@Feisty-Pants
You misunderstand. Victoria likes your dragon because she is killing things. She however disliked how you just killed every one of the rats at the same time. It was over too quick. They didn't suffer enough.
@Pie Flavor
DO IT!!! It would be hilarious. Fight! Fight!
Maybe Teysa should go the Nicol Bolas route. >3
<Snipped quote by Feisty-Pants>
Yeah. Cause she's a dragon. Not because she's rushing recklessly forward while asking for no one's opinions :P
Well.
She never swore allegiance to the group. As far as she's concerned, she doesn't owe them anything.
Sorry for the delays. Hopefully I haven't caused too many issues with how late this is in coming.
I based him off of my primary deck (a White/Red aggro deck, White Creatures/Enchantments for board presence with Red for sudden burst) with some Blue Auras I like thrown in.
WOO MARCELLUSSSSS!
I am enjoying how much Teysa is on everyone's shit list though. <.<;
It must be because she's a Dragon. Y'all are discriminatory.
Teysa - The Chaotic Resurgent - 21 Life Remaining
Aimlessly, she walked through the burning field, enjoying the scent of fire and brimstone that permeated past her senses while the colorful birds she possessed continued to flock about her. Rats were always fun to burn, easy to crush beneath her heel, they troubled her little.
What did trouble her was nine annoying pricks of a needle that dotted her side.
Reeling from the attack, a low, reverberating snarl crept forward from the chaotic one's lips as her gaze swiftly shifted to see where it had come from. Not only that, but a horde of Goblins also came from the bushes in an outright ambush. Three of which sharply changed their direction and now rushed towards her. Each of them gleeful and filled with little more than stupidity and rage as they began to close the distance.
Needless to say, Teysa was not amused.
"You will know fear." She spoke simply at first, her voice rising in volume, even though she didn't seem to be yelling. Suddenly from her feet, a ring of liquid fire erupted outward across the ground as she disappeared into it. Forcing those who would have assaulted her to stop, stupidly wondering where she had gone. Frantically looking about as the searing liquid kept them at bay, the Goblins shrank back.
They could feel it.
Suddenly, an absolutely massive winged figure wreathed in white hot fire erupted from the center of the circle. Hurtling skyward, it appeared almost as if were to simply ascend to the sapphire heavens above until its direction sharply changed and came descending back to the Earth. Like a falling star, the flamed figure would rocket downward, only to spread a pair of absolutely massive wings. With a deafening crash, trees bent and shattered, and the wind whipped violently about as the massive Dragon came into view.
With a savage roar that shook the heavens, a sudden Blood Rush effect overcame her as she nearly doubled in viciousness and size. So large was she, that with the spread of her wings she could nearly blot out the sun. Towers and castles would be dwarfed by her size. A massive, ferocious, and absolutely monstrous Dragon now descended down upon them all.
The three that had attacked her suddenly found themselves plucked from the earth by her massive Talons and each of them thrown at the bushes where she had been so cowardly attacked from. Their fortunes mattered not, as their bodies would just shatter on impact.
Charging forward low across the skies, Teysa would bring the full force of her massive size and weight down upon those who hid in the Bushes. Normally she would try to turn these fools; but to her, if they were foolish enough to try and attack her, a Dragon, then their lives would be forfeit. Humanoids may forgive, Plainswalkers or not. However, a Dragon certainly does not. Nor do they forget.
"You will all BURN."
With a sharp inhale as she came crashing down before the Bushes where the others hid, the Dragon suddenly inhaled deeply. A deep, monstrous fire rumbled in the depths of her lungs, embers of ferocity smoldered and churned deep within. They would gain a momentary reprieve from her assault, only to suddenly have Dragon breathe forth a massive wave of horrific fire. Fire that could instantaneously turn flesh, bone, and armor to ash. Let alone the pitiful bushes that they had hidden within.
Dragonfyre did not discriminate. All would be crushed beneath a Dragon's wrath.
Aimlessly, she walked through the burning field, enjoying the scent of fire and brimstone that permeated past her senses while the colorful birds she possessed continued to flock about her. Rats were always fun to burn, easy to crush beneath her heel, they troubled her little.
What did trouble her was nine annoying pricks of a needle that dotted her side.
Reeling from the attack, a low, reverberating snarl crept forward from the chaotic one's lips as her gaze swiftly shifted to see where it had come from. Not only that, but a horde of Goblins also came from the bushes in an outright ambush. Three of which sharply changed their direction and now rushed towards her. Each of them gleeful and filled with little more than stupidity and rage as they began to close the distance.
Needless to say, Teysa was not amused.
"You will know fear." She spoke simply at first, her voice rising in volume, even though she didn't seem to be yelling. Suddenly from her feet, a ring of liquid fire erupted outward across the ground as she disappeared into it. Forcing those who would have assaulted her to stop, stupidly wondering where she had gone. Frantically looking about as the searing liquid kept them at bay, the Goblins shrank back.
They could feel it.
Suddenly, an absolutely massive winged figure wreathed in white hot fire erupted from the center of the circle. Hurtling skyward, it appeared almost as if were to simply ascend to the sapphire heavens above until its direction sharply changed and came descending back to the Earth. Like a falling star, the flamed figure would rocket downward, only to spread a pair of absolutely massive wings. With a deafening crash, trees bent and shattered, and the wind whipped violently about as the massive Dragon came into view.
With a savage roar that shook the heavens, a sudden Blood Rush effect overcame her as she nearly doubled in viciousness and size. So large was she, that with the spread of her wings she could nearly blot out the sun. Towers and castles would be dwarfed by her size. A massive, ferocious, and absolutely monstrous Dragon now descended down upon them all.
The three that had attacked her suddenly found themselves plucked from the earth by her massive Talons and each of them thrown at the bushes where she had been so cowardly attacked from. Their fortunes mattered not, as their bodies would just shatter on impact.
Charging forward low across the skies, Teysa would bring the full force of her massive size and weight down upon those who hid in the Bushes. Normally she would try to turn these fools; but to her, if they were foolish enough to try and attack her, a Dragon, then their lives would be forfeit. Humanoids may forgive, Plainswalkers or not. However, a Dragon certainly does not. Nor do they forget.
"You will all BURN."
With a sharp inhale as she came crashing down before the Bushes where the others hid, the Dragon suddenly inhaled deeply. A deep, monstrous fire rumbled in the depths of her lungs, embers of ferocity smoldered and churned deep within. They would gain a momentary reprieve from her assault, only to suddenly have Dragon breathe forth a massive wave of horrific fire. Fire that could instantaneously turn flesh, bone, and armor to ash. Let alone the pitiful bushes that they had hidden within.
Dragonfyre did not discriminate. All would be crushed beneath a Dragon's wrath.
I'm waiting on a Wilhelm post, of course. ^_^; Once Salty posts, I'll be just as happy to do so practically immediately.
@Orior
She doesn't like Anna at all, huh? D:
@Orior
She doesn't like Anna at all, huh? D:
Posted... I grabbed Tirza seeing as it made sense and someone got 3 brides right?
Jeesh. Talk about making a quickie about it.
._.
Not going to talk back to Annaveya at all? She did speak to you. :P
Annaveya Kushrina - Pirate's Company
Smoothly, the events transpired initially how she preferred them to. Parading the Pirate outside and into the open field, her fingertip tensed momentarily upon the trigger. She smirked lightly, there was nothing quite ending the already shortened lifespan of a privateer akin to Edoric. Much to her liking no less, it were much like how one felt crushing a bug beneath their heel.
To her however, he was even less than that. Violent bastards like him were the reason why that her family had been forced to fight back. Then again, foolish little gnats like him were also the reason her family had become so inventive and successful alike. After all, there is nothing that forces invention quite so well akin to desperation.
Desperation and cunning, both of which helped her family escalate to incredible lengths of naval strength, mercantilism, and outright power. In the end, it is only the Crown that overshadowed the Kushrina's presence in the skies. Thankfully both sides were on more than amiable terms, especially when the Kushrina fleet continued to be one of the main suppliers, and even reinforcements to the Royal Fleet in times of need. Though such need was only rare, it often came to a great profit for her family.
That didn't matter now, what did matter was that the moment she was about to pull the trigger, Annaveya suddenly found herself under assault from a...banana? It struck her in the side of the neck and she stumbled, causing her to reel back about furiously just in time to see one of her company strike the fool in the back of the neck with a crossbow.
Much like the useless sack of potatoes he was, the Pirate collapsed in an unconscious heap. Furious as she was, she had to give him credit. It took either a desperate, foolish, or brave man to try and flee from the numbers that surrounded him. That aside, it didn't matter. Unconscious or no, his life was forfeit unto her. Striding angrily forward, she bent forward to press the cold barrel of the pistol against his forehead. Thinking of how his funeral would be a closed casket ordeal in flight over the sea amused her, until a thought occurred in her mind.
The entirety of her intelligence assets concerning the Tavern had been completely incorrect. Subtly, the hammer drew back upon the pistol again as she contemplated this. Slowly, a scowl grew across her lips as a man's life lay in the balance.
Maybe he could be of additional use before she murdered him. He was a Pirate, he was due to know more of them; and there was no honor amongst petty thieves when their well-being was in balance. She had experienced such time and time again, after all.
"Pick him up." Came a softened command from the Captain, glancing to the surrounding fourteen. "Strip him of his weapons and dignity alike, even down to the smallest fabric. Bag his head and tag him. He's coming with us." Awkward silence followed her at first, some of them looking at her in surprised disbelief; after all, it had been the first time the famous Kushrina had shown any quarter to a Pirate. Even upon surrendering, most had been executed on the spot with absolutely no mercy.
Even still, the soldiers loyally followed her order. Stripping him down to his basic garments and taking his weapons from him. Restraining him to a litter via a series of ropes, the marched with the unconscious Pirate in tow back towards the main city.
Two hours passed, and the massive dock complex that the Kushrina Family controlled could be seen in the distance. With the long, spear-like noses of the Viltgance Airships and the absolutely massive nose of The Dauntless Wind poking out from their maintenance docks. Far beneath them, the thousands of Kushrina Mercantile maintenance employees went about their work devotedly, for the pay they were furnished was quite commendable to say the least.
Up the walkways the group draped in black climbed, and not longer, Edoric would find himself in just a pair of underwear, no clothes at all, inside of a steel cell barred by a thick steel door. He was in holding, a prisoner of the Kushrina Mercantile Navy.
Inside with him sat an unarmed Annaveya, with one leg folded over and her elbow resting on her chin, amused as she watched the Pirate stir and begin to wake. She was an odd ethnicity to behold, as it were one so closely aligned with her family line. Deeply tanned skin, crimson eyes and platinum hair beset upon a fair figure and even fairer face. Her beautiful voice curled forward in her family's middle eastern accent as she addressed him curtly.
"Welcome aboard The Dauntless Wind, Edoric Thatch. I trust you find our hospitality to be quite satisfactory?" It was a mocking, teasing question, to which Annaveya still held her light smirk. He had no mattress, no pillow, only a chilling metal board welded to the wall for his bare back to lay upon. "I come to you with a, well, unique opportunity for people like you. Would you care to hear it?"
"Ah yes, I've been rude. I never introduced myself properly at the Tavern. I am Annaveya Maria Kushrina, Captain of The Dauntless Wind, and Northern Cross of the 2nd Kushrina Mercantile Navy Battlegroup."
Smoothly, the events transpired initially how she preferred them to. Parading the Pirate outside and into the open field, her fingertip tensed momentarily upon the trigger. She smirked lightly, there was nothing quite ending the already shortened lifespan of a privateer akin to Edoric. Much to her liking no less, it were much like how one felt crushing a bug beneath their heel.
To her however, he was even less than that. Violent bastards like him were the reason why that her family had been forced to fight back. Then again, foolish little gnats like him were also the reason her family had become so inventive and successful alike. After all, there is nothing that forces invention quite so well akin to desperation.
Desperation and cunning, both of which helped her family escalate to incredible lengths of naval strength, mercantilism, and outright power. In the end, it is only the Crown that overshadowed the Kushrina's presence in the skies. Thankfully both sides were on more than amiable terms, especially when the Kushrina fleet continued to be one of the main suppliers, and even reinforcements to the Royal Fleet in times of need. Though such need was only rare, it often came to a great profit for her family.
That didn't matter now, what did matter was that the moment she was about to pull the trigger, Annaveya suddenly found herself under assault from a...banana? It struck her in the side of the neck and she stumbled, causing her to reel back about furiously just in time to see one of her company strike the fool in the back of the neck with a crossbow.
Much like the useless sack of potatoes he was, the Pirate collapsed in an unconscious heap. Furious as she was, she had to give him credit. It took either a desperate, foolish, or brave man to try and flee from the numbers that surrounded him. That aside, it didn't matter. Unconscious or no, his life was forfeit unto her. Striding angrily forward, she bent forward to press the cold barrel of the pistol against his forehead. Thinking of how his funeral would be a closed casket ordeal in flight over the sea amused her, until a thought occurred in her mind.
The entirety of her intelligence assets concerning the Tavern had been completely incorrect. Subtly, the hammer drew back upon the pistol again as she contemplated this. Slowly, a scowl grew across her lips as a man's life lay in the balance.
Maybe he could be of additional use before she murdered him. He was a Pirate, he was due to know more of them; and there was no honor amongst petty thieves when their well-being was in balance. She had experienced such time and time again, after all.
"Pick him up." Came a softened command from the Captain, glancing to the surrounding fourteen. "Strip him of his weapons and dignity alike, even down to the smallest fabric. Bag his head and tag him. He's coming with us." Awkward silence followed her at first, some of them looking at her in surprised disbelief; after all, it had been the first time the famous Kushrina had shown any quarter to a Pirate. Even upon surrendering, most had been executed on the spot with absolutely no mercy.
Even still, the soldiers loyally followed her order. Stripping him down to his basic garments and taking his weapons from him. Restraining him to a litter via a series of ropes, the marched with the unconscious Pirate in tow back towards the main city.
Two hours passed, and the massive dock complex that the Kushrina Family controlled could be seen in the distance. With the long, spear-like noses of the Viltgance Airships and the absolutely massive nose of The Dauntless Wind poking out from their maintenance docks. Far beneath them, the thousands of Kushrina Mercantile maintenance employees went about their work devotedly, for the pay they were furnished was quite commendable to say the least.
Up the walkways the group draped in black climbed, and not longer, Edoric would find himself in just a pair of underwear, no clothes at all, inside of a steel cell barred by a thick steel door. He was in holding, a prisoner of the Kushrina Mercantile Navy.
Inside with him sat an unarmed Annaveya, with one leg folded over and her elbow resting on her chin, amused as she watched the Pirate stir and begin to wake. She was an odd ethnicity to behold, as it were one so closely aligned with her family line. Deeply tanned skin, crimson eyes and platinum hair beset upon a fair figure and even fairer face. Her beautiful voice curled forward in her family's middle eastern accent as she addressed him curtly.
"Welcome aboard The Dauntless Wind, Edoric Thatch. I trust you find our hospitality to be quite satisfactory?" It was a mocking, teasing question, to which Annaveya still held her light smirk. He had no mattress, no pillow, only a chilling metal board welded to the wall for his bare back to lay upon. "I come to you with a, well, unique opportunity for people like you. Would you care to hear it?"
"Ah yes, I've been rude. I never introduced myself properly at the Tavern. I am Annaveya Maria Kushrina, Captain of The Dauntless Wind, and Northern Cross of the 2nd Kushrina Mercantile Navy Battlegroup."
It's gonna be a bit I got kicked off site and have to retype everything
Yeah, it happens to me every now and when.
Because of that, I just type things up in a word or notepad Doc and copypasta it over here. Saves me a lot of time/headache!
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