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The Right of Dragons

Torok Stonehammer

Training with his brothers, Torius and Tordek >>> At the Smiling dragon pub // Morning - Afternoon

The forest was quiet in the early morning sun. A slow breeze whispered past blooming flowers and quiet trees. Small sounds of insects and tiny creatures could be heard now and then. All seemed peaceful in the forest near the Winged Defenders keep. Few would venture this close uninvited, who knows who could be watching. However, in the midst of some strong oak trees one would find more than a few straw men roped together around a tree. All having red and white targets painted on their chest and head. Just one of the many strange things one would see this close to the keep.

A rustle in the brush gave away the position of a man with a bow. One arrow was released and found its target the chest of one of the straw men. Then another arrow from another direction found its mark in another straw man, then another and another. Multiple arrows from multiple directions found their targets. Many cloaked figures dashed from tree to tree, firing once before disappearing.

Through this explosion of activity the figures drew closer through the barrage. Until finally a figure wearing a green cloak burst from the tree line a sword in one hand and a knife in the other. The man cleaved through a straw man then threw the knife into another target on the tree. Two more figures burst from the tree line one after another and repeated the action against their own targets.

When the dust finally settled and everything quieted down except for the breathing from the men. The trio moved up to one of the targets on the tree. Multiple arrows were stuck in the painted wood, the arrows all had different colored fletching. Blue, green, and red. The same colors dangled from the necks of the men in the form of stones and leather necklaces.

They all pulled back their hoods as they inspected the target. One thing peculiar about these men was that they all had the same face. The man with the green necklace spoke first, “Hey Torius looks like your shots are going high again. I thought you fixed that issue.” the man joked.

Receiving a push from the man with the red necklace standing next to him. “Well Torok, at least my shots aren't dropping low and to the right.” the small red gem glistened in the sun light. None of the stones were cut in clean angles. They mostly looked like they were broken off of a larger piece.

The last man who seemed a bit more mature than the other two just kept quiet slowly pulling the arrows from the targets. The silence from the man while he retrieved his arrows and his knife got the attention of the other two. Soon they all began to pull their arrows from the tree. “In a few hours our training might not matter, maybe we all get picked. Maybe none of us get picked. Then what? They separate us and put us in different squads?”

The silence still continued as the other two lost their smiles, Torok spoke up after retrieving his arrows. “Don't worry Tordek no matter what happens we will still be brothers, they can’t take that from us.” the smile crept back over his face while he watched the other two finish retrieving their arrows. “Besides I'm sure we are going to get Stoker dragons like our older brothers.”

Torius smiled as Torok talked about their brothers. “Yeah I bet Borius and Boron are having fun patrolling on the eastern border. The thing I can’t figure out is what's up with our family and twins. Still, can’t wait till Sara and Sasha are old enough to start this training. I bet they get Dark Dragons” all the brothers seemed to laugh this time as they began to head back to the village.

------------------ Back at the village ---------------------

The village was a hub of activity, people coming and going through the main gates. A few guards checking people here and there. Most seemed to be in a good mood, why wouldn't they. The majority of the people here where training to become winged defenders and very soon more Defenders will be chosen. The others are here to sell things or get ready for the eventual celebration and feast that was sure to follow.

More than a few familiar faces were moving about as the brothers moved towards the local pub. This had been their home for the last year while they were training. Team work came naturally to them, they had been used to working together for nearly all their lives. So being able to move and fight together nearly seamlessly was something that stood out to their teachers.

What they have noticed with other team work activities and where they thrive even against teams with more experience. They just summed it up to the fact that they have complete faith in each other’s ability’s and know exactly what the other will do. It’s a bit strange when they throw someone new into the mix. But, the brothers are good at adapting as well. All things their father taught them, the mountain of a man known as Vordek Stonehammer was a well-known name in the last war for his scouting and ambush tactics.

The trio of brothers soon found themselves at one of their favorite locations. The local pub. It had a name but the brothers always called it the smiling dragon. Their favorite waitress was working again, “Miss Tabitha” Torius called out as the other two brothers took a seat at the bar. “Could we bother you for some food and maybe some water?” a smile and a nod. The girl never really spoke too much.

“Thank you beautiful” Torok added, always a charmer when he was in a good mood or with his brothers. The eyes of the trio soon wandered about the small establishment and caught a familiar face towards the other end of the bar. “Hey Sabine who's your friend?” Torok never had an issue with the foreigner although some did go as far as calling him a spy. The man seemed to have been here about as long as they had anyway.

The triplets did mumble a few things between them as they looked over the newcomer. Other than the different colored necklaces and fletching on their arrows, the triplets were dressed and looked the same. Same long black hair and scruffy bearded, same piercing green eyes, same body type and speech patterns. Honestly they do this out of a shared interest to mess with people. They have also been accused of using allusions to trick people as well, but it’s all in good fun.

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@my Lalia o I forgot to mention it in the profile but Torok is the middle child and they are triplets. thus saving me the issue of having to find pictures/describe the other brothers and making it a bit confusing for everyone else lol.

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

Goblin Gird

At the alpha's hideout >>> Searching for one more friend /// Day 4 // Morning - Afternoon

Gird couldn't help but smile at his friend. He did feel a little bad for speaking for the others, but he didn't think they really minded too much. Or at least they didn't say anything. Gird moved to the tree line and kept a watchful eye into the forest waiting for the others to take what they wanted from the burrow before proceeding after the next goblin.

He noticed Goblin Zats took the lead back into the forest trying to find where they once were. Gird decided to take up the rear while talking quietly to Goblin Luz, “those howling beasts you spoke of where probably the wolves Goblin Grandpa spoke of. he said they come from the west but travel east at night to hunt. You and me could take one or two on at one time, but he said they always travel in packs.” He continued to keep his voice low enough so it wouldn't travel but loud enough, so she could hear.

“He also said to the south-east are vipers, snakes bigger than us. then to the north-east are spiders. Both vipers and spiders are venomous, so we would have to be careful. The last thing he said about the creatures around here are bats to the north that stay in the trees to avoid the sunlight. Didn't get much else out of him other than the farther away from the cave we go the more dangerous it gets.” Gird slowly became quieter as they proceeded through the forest.

Before long and after taking a wrong turn they came to another large tree. Zats pointed out a trail of leaves on the floor but this time it was Goblin Grit that took the lead. By the looks of the branches above them it looked as if something had been moving through the trees. “The old man did speak of something else too. He spoke of god's and goddesses. He told us there was a god for everything from washing your clothes to hunting and life and death. The three ones he focused on though or what he called the three main ones are the god Ramos, goddess Duvelna, and the goddess Shirila.” pausing for a moment to keep an eye on his surroundings. After all, to him this was all new territory.

It was a bit strange to him though, he noticed that the tracks and animal trails seemed thinner if they were there at all. “So you know Ramos, is the god of the sun and all that is light I guess, I honestly don't understand it too much. Apparently he gives us the sun. Then there is goddess Duvelna who is the goddess of death and darkness. She gives us the moon. Then there is the goddess Shirila who apparently is the god of earth, nature, and life.”

He realized he might be getting a little long-winded, so he quieted down a little. However, his attention soon turned to a stone wall and then the following tall stone structure. It looked old and untouched almost as if it was abandoned nearly immediately. Grit was the first to speak up, something about how to find a goblin here. With a smile Gird looked at him, “only one way to find out.” not knowing what to expect Gird gripped his branch in hand and yelled, “Hey! Any goblins around here?!”

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Gird's Character Stats

EXP: 8

Inventory: A sharp stone,

Clothing: Simple Loin cloth, vine chest wrap, vine hand wraps,

Weapons: Bite, decent wooden branch,

Acquired Skills: Beast Tamer, Sharp Bite, Knowledge of the 3, Unarmed Combat: beginner,

Titles:

Blessings:

Curses:

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Torok and Havoc

Torok Stonehammer

Portrait

Age

20

Gender

male

New or Been in Training

Been in training for 1 year

Other

A sometimes stoic and strong man, Torok grew up on the edges of the kingdom deep in the forests. His family has survived as hunters and foresters. Harvesting meat, furs, timber, and whatever ingredients one would need for alchemy. He was sent along with two of his brothers, Torius and Tordek, to try to become winged defenders. They have so far, made it through a small competition to prove they were worthy of being winged defenders and have been training for almost a year.

Havoc

Portrait

Class of Dragon

Terra

Strengths

+ Armored Scales.

+ Very Large (20 Ft. at the shoulder.)

+ Breathes fire that tends to stick to targets.

+ Can burrow and travel underground.

Weaknesses

- Not very agile.

- Cannot fly.

- Requires riders to be strong and brave.

- Is a bit arrogant and believes himself to be a superior fighter compared to other dragons

Other

His scales shed now and then and make very good armor. Havoc requires his rider to make and wear a suit of armor from his scales. Havoc doesn't have a clubbed tail like other Terra dragons. However, he makes up for this by charging at whatever his target is and curling into a ball ramming through almost anything that stands in his way. Causing as much havoc as he can.

The Endeavour Six (Open, read first OOC post and I'll brief you if you're interested)

@Girlie1Bomba Oh yeah, Romans coming in hot to wreck some fools.

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It is unfortunate but im still here.

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

@Kangutso ill wait for you before posting again

HMS Plymouth - A Naval RP, recruiting

well here he is.

James McDuffy

Portrait

Name: James McDuffy

Image, or Description... or both!: James is a rather large burley man of Irish and Scottish descent, built as strong as the ships he sails on. standing 6'3” and weighing a little over 200 lbs. his position as gunner has kept him strong. His red hair is kept shaved with a rough red beard. The mans green eyes could almost pierce your soul if you looked for to long. James has many scars from work and more than a few from lashes in his early years aboard ships.

Age: 33

Personality: James is a stern and intimidating man. Mostly keeping to himself when not keeping others in line or doing his duties. With a stoic way about him one wouldn’t expect him to laugh or tell the occasional joke to his men. In all honesty, the man cares about his men as long as they do their job and don’t make him look bad. One can often find the man wandering through the ship casually helping or correcting others in their duties if he knows what they are doing. Although slightly suspicious of new people, James is loyal to those few people that are able to call him a friend.

Role: Gunner and Warrant Officer

How you got into the Navy: His acceptance into the navy wasn't something he chose. His family was poor and made him join the royal navy as a ship boy at the age of 10.

Experience with the navy: James has been in the Royal Navy for the better part of 20 years. So much so that he doesn’t even like going to land as it just doesn’t feel the same. Over the years he has worked his way up to gunner by serving with loyalty and honor. The Irishman has seen more than a few engagements and has proven himself to be a worthy foe in close combat.

Although having his draw backs he was never one to do things for glory or medals. He is simply there to work. After losing touch with his family after his first voyage, he was pretty much adopted to any naval ship that would take him. He grew strong and stern with a good sense of humor. Learning to read and write on the ship and eventually learning how to repair and maintain cannons, rifles, pistols, and blades. Picking up skills here and there that would eventually lead him to be taken in as an apprentice gun smith.

More recently he has been reassigned to the HMS Plymouth and has sailed with the old girl for the better part of the last year. He does not take his duties lightly and has kept the weapons in good working condition through his stay so far.

Skills: Gunsmith, Blacksmith, Carpenter, Brawler

Shortcomings: Rage — James has a bad temper and can be a mean drunk. His rage tends to be violent toward the offender and one would need more than one sailor to hold the strong man back. His mouth can sometimes get him in hot water as well. Although respectful of his command, sometimes when he drinks heavily he can’t help himself.

Because of his trouble with this in the past, he is not allowed to drink large amounts of rum or beer while at sea unless given permission by someone who outranks him. James has always found this punishment light. Even with the 25 lashes, James still thinks he deserved more for nearly breaking a lieutenant’s jaw.

Tools/Weapons: Tools of the trade for gun smiting and repair, dirk, boarding ax x2, flintlock pistol.

Anything Extra: 2 sets of uniforms, 2 sets of boots, and a few novels he keeps around his bunk whenever he gets bored.

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sup im probly going to go about making a big guy with a terra dragon

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