UNRELENTING STORM

THE SOUL OF THE DRAGOON extremely alternate final fantasy DRAGOON based in multiple games. UNRELENTING POWER. THEY WHO CLASH IN THUNDER, THOSE WHO SLAY WITHIN THE STORM. THY SOUL COMETH, THY SOUL LEAVETH. WE ART THE BRAVE THE LEGENDARY DRAGON-SLAYERS.

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Gustave Doré

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*  𝙶𝙾𝙻𝙳𝙴𝙽  𝙼𝙰𝙶𝙽𝙸𝙵𝙸𝙲𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴   /    @myrkvae

                      ‘        𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐃 𝐅𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓. The demons sabbath is about to begin and soon these roads will be invaded by monsters alike—  !!  Ugh.  Find shelter, I fear you are too late.          ’

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*  𝙱𝙻𝚄𝙴 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴     /     1P15

         ‘   𝙷𝚄𝙷 .      at  least  it  keeps  all  the  animals  out  of  the  damn  way .   ’

                     ‘         𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒 and the skies weep, beasts find this time the best to leap into action. Stay on your guard. Rainfall masks scent and thunder hides their movements.         ’

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* 𝙼𝙰𝙶𝙽𝙸𝙵𝙸𝙲𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴    /    OPEN POST.

                      ‘         𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑. The only true magnificence within this pathetic and god forsaken world.         ’

[drachenslayer]

* 𝙳𝙾𝙺𝙺𝚂𝚃𝙹𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙰    /    THUNDERFURY.

 Sympathy for the fallen animal lances over the Abyss. She proffers a hand: capped with knives and so black that the eye cannot comprehend. Etched away from all and everything, she clicks those claws one by one upon its stripped snout. The mountain is unrelenting. One would believe that Thor inflicted his wrath upon this land. Sheet after sheet of rain pummels all but Ginnungagap. Neither dry nor smeared by rain, she tightens her jaw till the smoke disperses. 

“Apologies,” swings counter-clockwise around them and rotates, distorting her stolen voice on a turn. “Until my husband is crowned, we, too, are but guests.”

* 𝚄𝙽𝚁𝙴𝙻𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶, 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙿𝙾𝚆𝙴𝚁 𝙾𝙵 𝙰 𝙳𝚁𝙰𝙶𝙾𝙾𝙽. All that noise, those terrible trembles. She wondered what could create such tremors.. but kept the thought at bay for now. She hungered but did not come unprepared. From one of her pouches upon her waist, pulling out salted dried meat to eat and chew on as she approached the woman. Placing her glaive back upon her back, eyes calculating their strength and personality. She stood for a moment, as if to take in their air and aura. Unmoved, the dragoon held out her hand. 

                       ‘          𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 to be the mistress of this realm. I am Illidia Highwind. I know not how I got here, but know now that I’ve slain a dozen fearsome dragons and a handful of non-humanoid creatures.          ’

[drachenslayer]

𝐄𝐘𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐌   /      THIS IS A STARTER CALL. feel free to like. 

[drachenslayer]

pray for rpers who are constantly afraid of getting their stuff screenshotted, taken out of context, and spread among different friend groups and being chased off the platform because of a misunderstanding.

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𝐄𝐘𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐌   /      THIS IS A STARTER CALL. feel free to like. 

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* 𝚃𝙴𝚅𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙱𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳  /  ELVISH STRANGER.

          Better than KNIFE-EAR, she supposed.

“ Manners cost nothing, stranger; you’d do well to remember that. ” A narrowed gaze was directed upwards, despite there being a distinct LACK of anything to focus on, but Ariadne felt it necessary to express, in no uncertain terms, that she wasn’t willing to tolerate such rudeness. The woman’s stature didn’t seem to factor into this. “ Caves will be your best bet, ” the elf remarked, not needing to look at the slip of paper to know the stranger’s target. “ Male drakes usually stay close to their nests in order to protect their young. Do you know of its lair? ”

                     ‘        𝐈 𝐒𝐄𝐄. 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧. 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐭... 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲.  𝐈 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫.        ’

* 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙳𝙴𝙲𝙸𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙲𝙰𝚁𝙳, 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝙰 𝚆𝚈𝚁𝙼. Upon hearing of this drakes location, the woman clad in obsidian armor began oozing a red radiance around her form. Head tilted back and she took in the air, hand shifting an crushing the paper within her palm and letting it drop upon the ground. One could not see it but the bloodshed in her eyes, she exhaled and look down towards the smaller life-form before her. A soft nod and she began walking. War was within her heart, the quick beating of a drum. She was hungry and her GAE BOLG was ready.

                     ‘        𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐚, 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧. 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐨, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐲.        ’

* 𝙲𝙰𝙻𝙻𝙾𝚄𝚂 𝙴𝚈𝙴𝚂, 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙿𝙰𝚃𝙷 𝙾𝙵 𝙰 𝙳𝚁𝙰𝙶𝙾𝙾𝙽. The radiant energy around her subsided and there left was still the woman in black armor, moving past the other she lifted her hands up and faced both palms towards the clear sky. In a rapid and quick moment, she clapped her hands loudly and clouds began to form. Thunder roared, rain began to fall, and the whipping of lightning echoed in the air. 

[death-by-elocution]

[parviocula]

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Meyye! Tahrodiis aanne! Him hinde pah liiv! Zu'u hin daan!

[pizza-surgeon]

[natanvance]

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𝐄𝐘𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐌   /      THIS IS A STARTER CALL. feel free to like. 

[drachenslayer]

* 𝚄𝙽𝚅𝙸𝚁𝚃𝚄𝙾𝚂  /  UNKNOWN

“You noticed that quickly? How impressive.”   Or,   perhaps I had been too careless in my step when following my growing curiosity;    Something that had always been uncontrollable. Was it a wonder from someone as intriguing as the stranger sitting in armor before me?   To anyone else, perhaps…   But of course, it took a great deal more to sway me.   My footsteps were still light as I made my approach,   my laughter a song,    dancing on phantoms.    “Oh, but who’s to say the threat isn’t me?”    Careless,   I was,   if a common threat.  But I saw no point in fighting when it’d give nothing. It was a claw for a claw, an eye for an eye. I chuckled nonetheless;   The thought seemed absolutely ridiculous.   Or perhaps,   not quite.

“Then here’s a question for you: How long did you know I was here? You get three guesses~”

THE SILENCE BORE INTO HER SKIN, A DEEP KNIFE. The harshness of both her mortality and strength. She understood human-kinds desire to lie, cheat, steal and ravage.. but most of all it’s utter desire to kill. To kill, maim, devour, and become stronger. She had a strong sense of character, how to judge those correctly and make up of their intentions and goals. But this figure, this entity felt almost alien to her. It bore into her flesh and made her cautious, but unafraid. Her mouth moved and she took another bite of the toasted meat, eyes shut and taking in the silence and the soft sounds of her teeth grinding meat and bone. The sweet coldness in the air, the darkness and grey light radiating from the moon. Swallowed and lips parted to softly speak, her voice low loud enough to be heard.

                      ‘        𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞. 𝐋𝐨𝐮𝐝, 𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝚂𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚑, 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚜. 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐢𝐥𝐥-𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞.       ’

TO WHERE THE DEVIL STEPPED, RED HUES PIERCED. Underneath the blackness of her armor and the coldness of her flesh, the warrior slowly lowered her meal and turned her head towards where the other stood. Her eyes could not be seen, her cold, uncaring, and merciless gaze was hidden. But among her flesh and bone, her armor sat upon it’s throne. A crimson aura could be seen forming, a mask-like screen around her face. Red robs that could be identified as eyes stared directly at the other. Again, her lips moved and she spoke.

                      ‘        𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫. 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐝, 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞-𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝. 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞... 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐄.        ’

[drachenslayer]

* 𝙳𝚁𝙰𝙶𝙾𝙽𝙴𝙰  /  THE WARRIOR.

   her booted feet continue the trek to the small town, eyes already peeled for anything that might move. the beasts are quick & run in herds; she is not worried about being struck, instead she is worried about the possibility of casualties. when she hears the other’s words, she rolls her eyes. ‘ very astute of you, but that’s not the problem here. –this town doesn’t have any hunters. what do you think could happen to the people here? ’

AND SO THERE IT WAS, THAT VOLATILE EMOTION. Was this desire to save those weaker than yourself something that drove the most chaotic neutral of people? Bravado. Heroism. The desire to keep the weak safe. A hero... That title often held or given by those who do heroic acts and selfless actions. How pathetic. The Dragoon stopped in her tracks and raised her left hand, as if positioning it to seem as if she were about to ask a question. She knew what it meant to be a hero. What it cost, what it meant you needed to sacrifice. 

GLOWING RED HUES, SHONE FROM UNDERNEATH. Peered towards the other clad in their respectable armor, piercing the shell of this uncommon world. A radiant red glare upon her form, her hands clenched but she allowed the other to rest upon her hip. Soft red lips parted and she spoke.

                         ‘         𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐨 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬. 𝐈'𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨.         ’