Valen Astor & Star Misch
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Valen s'arrêta court sur une colline voisine, les yeux traçant le pont en bois qui menait à travers le lac. L'air frais de nuit était facile sur sa peau, mais il ne pouvait toujours pas secouer le bourdonnement de magie dans l'air. C'était comme le calme avant la tempête. Absent d'esprit, il a atteint pour ajuster le collier de son doublet, inhalant brusquement. Le tissu se sentait trop lourd et grossier sur lui ; le jeune seigneur était inutilisé aux tenues cérémonielles des chevaliers royaux de sa maison. Avec les doubles rouges et noirs et les tassets assortis, la tenue présentait également des contours de plaques d'or et d'argent décoratif autour de sa poitrine, des avant-bras et des boucles de ceinture. Il y avait tout simplement trop de couches, et il semblait étouffant. Même l'air frais de nuit ne pouvait pas aider.
Et les soldats postés autour du pont ne l'ont certainement pas fait.
Frustré, il lâcha un autre soupir, avant de se tourner vers son compagnon.
Alors? Est-ce qu'on va le faire?
Nous allons, Seigneur Valen, une voix taquine cria dedans, le son lumineux et facile de celui-ci se précipitant dans un endroit si sombre. Star a glissé soigneusement de son cheval, le chemin sinueux étant devenu impraticable pour une voiture il y a plusieurs cloches. L'intérieur de ses cuisses criait la douleur de haut en bas de son corps avec le mouvement, mais il ignorait les effets persistants de la marque. Il ne pouvait pas s'effondrer maintenant.
C'est peut-être possible, mais cela pourrait rester encore trop longtemps à attendre que la ruée de l'agonie brûlante passe. Il n'aurait pas dû démonter si vite.
Vous...vous ne devriez pas m'appeler comme ça. -Un froncement fronça les sourcils de Valen, alors qu'il ajustait l'épée attachée à sa ceinture, le geste évidemment névrosé. Il a gardé sa voix basse - - Vous êtes Lord Valen maintenant. Je suis votre chevalier.
Mais nous ne sommes pas avec la compagnie en ce moment, la plus petite figure de Star Misch s'était finalement remise de l'éclatement de la douleur et la limace miraculeuse était de retour dans sa voix, même si elle était légèrement tendue. La concubine personnelle de Lord Valen est habillée pour impressionner les riches textures et tissus mous de la noblesse, l'épaisse tunique et les pantalons conçus pour le voyage, mais en conservant les gravures d'argent et d'or soignés qui la distinguent de la tenue d'un voyageur régulier. N'importe quel œil pointu remarquerait l'impeccable broderie à travers le tissu—florales et lignes juxtaposant pour une esthétique soigneusement rendue que ceux avec des coffres débordants pouvaient se permettre.
Douleurs dues à la douleur résiduelle sur ses cuisses et à la fatigue du voyage, Star s'étira lentement, arrachant le dos et levant ses doigts entrelacés vers le ciel sombre, les paumes s'élèvent.
Peut-être ne devrions-nous pas créer un précédent aussi formel. Laissez-moi être un seigneur excentrique, qu'en dites-vous?
Valen a laissé un long soupir de souffrance, tournant son regard vers le château et les hommes armés stationnés sur le pont.
C'est... Lancelot a mentionné dans sa lettre que je suis pour être son diplomate. Soyez excentrique tout ce que vous voulez, Star, mais nous avons besoin d'apparaître au moins compétent et fiable.
Bien sûr, mais... je déteste ces réunions raides, tu le sais. Emmenez-moi à l'intérieur?
Cela ne contribue pas à une image respectable.
Ni l'un ni l'autre ne tombe. J'ai mal aux jambes. Je préfère être choyé et fait pour avoir l'air moins que de m'humilier devant ces hyènes.
Le froncement de Valen's n'a fait que s'approfondir. Mais il l'a obligé.
Souviens-toi d'Etoile, tu es un seigneur maintenant. Agissez comme je vous l'ai dit. -Il a parlé alors qu'il marchait en avant, regardant les gardes au loin prudemment.
Je sais, je sais, mais ce n'est pas fou qu'un seigneur demande à son serviteur de le porter au cas où ses jambes seraient blessées. Je crois. C'est logique pour moi.
C'est vrai. Mais... je dois d'abord m'occuper de la fête de bienvenue.
Avec cela dit, Valen a placé Star en bas, puis s'est avancé et a récupéré la lettre de sa poche.
Le Seigneur Valen Astor d'Aldebaran se tient devant vous. -Il a ému le souffle des chevaliers en plein essor de sa cour, tenant la lettre en haut et plaçant une main sur le sommet de son épée. - Faites place.
Comme demandé, les hommes se sont en effet écartés, bien qu'ils n'aient pas tenu leurs armes au chaud. Ce qui parlait beaucoup de l'hospitalité de Lancelot.
Valen espérait que ce ne serait pas une tendance.
Après vous, mon seigneur. -Il a incliné sa tête sur Star, attendant qu'il prenne la tête.
Le trajet était long et fatigant. J'ai mal aux jambes. Sky, porte-moi.Étoile avait déplacé son poids et corrigé sa posture habituelle paresseuse, regardant chaque pouce le seigneur pétulant, gâté comme il émula un ton de pleurnicheur. L'acte n'était cependant pas trop loin de sa norme, surtout en ce qui concerne Valen.
Comme vous voulez, mon seigneur. -Valen a dû lutter contre l'envie de rouler ses yeux. Encore une fois, c'était son idée. Les motifs de Lancelot étaient... contestables, pour le moins. Il préférerait voir l'homme montrer sa main d'abord, avant que Valen montre la sienne.
Poursuivant l'acte du fidèle serviteur, il souleva Star dans ses bras et commença son lent trek dans le château.
La salle principale n'était pas difficile à trouver, et les portes étaient déjà largement ouvertes, révélant un festin en session. Valen a placé Star près d'une des chaises vides, puis l'a sorti pour l'aider à s'asseoir. Comme un serviteur dans sa cour.
Mais pas un chevalier. Valen a remarqué ce petit détail un peu trop tard.
Son inquiétude n'était pas fondée, car tous les visages de la pièce ne lui étaient pas familiers. Aucun d'eux n'était un seigneur local dans son pays. Et ainsi cela rendrait cette farce beaucoup plus facile à suivre. Mais beaucoup d'entre eux n'étaient pas... humains, cependant, et cela pourrait compliquer les choses.
Toujours dans les pensées, Valen se tenait derrière le siège de Stars, en gardant son visage vide alors qu'il observait subtilement les chevaliers assemblés.
Star a pris sa place offerte sans poser de questions, soupirant de façon spectaculaire alors qu'il s'appuyait sur la chaise. L'envie de se boucler sur les tours de Valen-S était forte et il devait supprimer son habitude habituelle de harceler son seigneur pour son style particulier d'affection. Au lieu de cela, il regardait à blanc par la fenêtre la plus proche, faisant de son mieux pour ignorer le large éventail d'êtres déjà présents dans la pièce. À proximité d'une bête, le loup se mit à manger tandis que d'autres conversaient tranquillement et il fallut à Star chaque once de maîtrise de soi qu'il n'avait pas à se plaindre à Valen qu'il n'aimait pas le drab, château sous-muet rempli de toutes sortes de surnaturels qu'il avait si constamment réussi à éviter pendant une bonne partie de sa vie. C'était assez difficile d'être un changement, puis de vivre avec ce que Valen était devenu – et d'accepter la situation pour ce qu'elle était.
Les deux avaient à peine trouvé une base stable dans la relation tempestueuse qu'ils avaient et au lieu de travailler lentement à elle, ils étaient ici, dans un palais sacré où le mot "décor" était apparemment une espèce extraterrestre et les invités semblaient moins préoccupés par les relations stables, diplomatiques et plus intéressés par la guerre ouverte. Une brume autour de la combinaison d'armure dans le coin se cachait au bord de la vision de Stars et il se concentrait brusquement sur la fenêtre, sa méthode habituelle quand un fae particulièrement irritant le piégerait. Il était préférable de les ignorer jusqu'à ce qu'ils attaquent ouvertement, étant donné la grande variété de fae abilites, bien qu'éviter ce genre de rencontre en premier lieu était idéal.
La désaffection a travaillé son chemin lentement sur son visage avant qu'il se souvienne de l'école de nouveau dans la neutralité.
Quel genre de thé tu crois qu'ils servent ici, Sky? Peut-être une tasse de vieux cinderblock saupoudré de toiles de cobwebs et les miettes de brindilles cassées?-Il a plaisanté, cherchant à la lévité pour un peu de répit du stress.
Je suis sûr que notre hôte est beaucoup plus généreux que cela, mon seigneur. -Valen a répondu diplomatiquement, les yeux gris s'attardaient juste un temps trop long sur le bestiole. Apparemment, le nom de ‘Knights of Evil' sonnait vrai, si la réputation des bestiaux était quelque chose à passer. Raison de plus pour qu'ils marchent à la légère. Après tout, il a préparé un festin.Il a fait un geste vague vers la nourriture.
Toujours si sérieux, mon chevalier. Mais c'est pour ça que tu es mon préféré, la concubine sourit, le regard malicieux et très dirigé vers Valen. Quand les formalités seront terminées, je m'assurerai de répéter de plusieurs façons à quel point j'apprécie que vous veniez jusqu'ici avec moi.
Valen a fait une légère toux à ce sujet, luttant contre l'envie qui menaçait de plier ses sourcils.
Votre faveur m'a déjà honoré, mon seigneur.
Star riait, se retournant à la nourriture avec un intérêt renouvelé après avoir vu juste le moindre soupçon de sourcils sillonnés. Il a fallu beaucoup de nuits et de jours avec un visage de poker comme Valen pour discerner toute quantité appréciable d'émotion, mais Star était un maître de ce métier à l'heure actuelle.
Au lieu de cela, il avait d'autres choses amusantes à l'esprit.
Mes bras sont fatigués de tenir les rênes, Sky. Nourrissez-moi.
L'envie de froncer était là encore, mais Valen n'enleva qu'un soupir doux. C'était son idée.
Comme vous le souhaitez, mon seigneur. -Il a atteint un groupe de raisins, le démontant avec ténacité et les nourrissant à Star.
Le changement les a mangés avec un gros sourire sur son visage, et Valen était inquiet qu'il ait toujours retiré ses doigts un peu trop vite à chaque fois.
Accepted Characters



Valen Astor

Emerson

Star Misch

Enzoyo

Nraz'gagr

Par’Sath Eth’Erax

Alysse Blackwater

Gawth

Camilla

Isinu

Denuubim

Grolik

Val'Vath

Ester

Bartuc

Evelyn

Liv & Vitus

Jakorian Fraustous

Phirra Darnos

Azal Chardon


NPCs


Bolladreq the Sleeping Tyrant of Camelot
Sleeping Tyrant of Camelot, The Great Fell Dragon, Elderscale Primordial

General description

Race
Ancient Dragon
Age
The Great Dragon himself was born far before humans came into being, he is one of the last dragons from the prehistory era.
Size
45 feet in height, 87 feet in length (bipedal), 45 tons.
Gender
Male
Sexuality
Straight
Religion
Though he has no form of worship, he does at least acknowledge the existence of gods and demons, even though he believes they are beneath him.
Guardian of the treasure hoard. 
He is tasked with staying within the mass cavern that is Lancelot's treasure hoard (Despite Bolladreq claiming openly that it is his treasure.) and to both manage and guard it. He is to supply the Knights of Evil with artifacts and currency, should they need it, as well as store any treasures they recover. Bolladreq does not consider himself a Knight of Evil, and his service to Lancelot is limited to more of a mild respect and out of conevienance; he has no care for the title of dark lord nor does he have no qualms with defying Lancelot should he overstep his boundries. It has been agreed that Bolladreq has the final say over the contents of his treasure, but that doesn't stop Lancelot from tricking or bribing him into his wishes.


Personality
While most would imagine such an ancient creature to be wise and mystical, Bolladreq's wisdom is overshadowed by his overwhelming greed,
sour attitude, and an obnoxious sense of pride. He tends to deliver a sarcastic sense of humor, however he is easily enraged if provoked.
On a more casual day he gives off the impression of an up stuck noble, especially with his human disguise. Perhaps living so long has made him soft, for he is incredibly lazy despite all his power and pride. He spends most of his time in slumber, and rarely seeks engages in any activity unless he is provoked into combat.
His greed was the driving force behind his collection, the room of mystical treasures that Lancelot now 'owns'. Though to Bolladreq, Lancelot does not own his treasure but rather burrows from it. He expects compensation as the previous knight of camelot rises to power. While one would think that a dragon would desire the throne of the dark lord, His laziness and contempt with his treasure hoard lacks any driving force to take such responsibility. 

Biography
Bolladreq has known Lancelot even before his famed betrayal. There exact relationship is unknown, but Bolladreq's 'service' to Lancelot suggests something more of convenience then outright loyalty. However Bolladreq's submission, even if minor, is a testament to Lancelot's unknown power; though many infer that an outright battle between the greedy dragon and the former knight of the round table would be a close and destructive event.
As an ancient beast, he has attained much wisdom with his growing eternity of a lifespan. However despite his wealth of knowledge he falls victims to his petty desires of pride and greed. Still, having seen the world been born and grow, kingdoms being created and destroyed; He is a great source for those that seek knowledge of history or the world as a whole. His knowledge does not come without a fee however, and he expects to be rewarded with treasure should he even consider sparing such wisdom.



Appearance
 
Bolladreq is a 45 foot tall bipedal dragon, clad in thorny plates of green scales. Great wings with a crimson membrane rest at his back, Two prominent horns curve out from the back of his skull amidst a series of smaller horns that resemble spikes or thorns along his skull and jaw. His tail is speared with a triangle-shaped tip that is as sharp as a blade, and his claws are just as dangerous. He is four-toed, both his hands and feet bear sharp menacing claws. Rows of spines curve back from his plated scales along the spine, all the way to the tail. His eyes glow like a pair of firey yellow orbs, and like a crocodile. His maw is loaded with teeth, and a forked tongue often slithers out from it. 


Appearance
 
His human transformation speaks his age, as he takes the appearance of an elderly man, yet still ripe with a fit and bulky body. His hair is messy with the color of smoke-white, and a beard that also fits his elderly appearance. Blue eyes. which its' pupils still retain a slightly slit shape, gleam a faint light.
His skin is sun-kissed and weathered. His nose is red, that bears a scar from the bridge to his cheek and forehead in a diagonal line. His face is usually serious in expression, though cocky smiles are revealed when he speaks highly of himself.
He typically wears attires fit for a noble, gothic black in design. Capes with fancy shoes and sometimes a hat to match. Sometimes he sports robes of a similar theme, or a gilded armor with a redcape that was likely apart of his hoard of treasure. 


Traits and Equipment

Dragons are rare, often old, and powerful beings of the realm. Reptile in nature, all dragons have a natural affinity towards fire. Many, at least those that are considered sapient, are affiliated with greed,
pride, and wrath. They are immortal, Rarely produce offspring (with the exception of the lesser dragons,
dragons that lack sapience and breed like animals), and are often very unique; making them few and far between similarly aside from their shared attributes above. They are magical in nature, and some have far more power and diversity in their elements then others. Dragons come in many different forms as well, from your typical wyvern to an asian-styled dragon; a great serpent or a six limbed, western style dragon. A giant lizard or a Verocious Sand Wurm.
Elder Dragons are the oldest of dragons, born in an era long before humans came to be. A single Elder Dragon maybe somewhere between 920,000 years old to being over 3 billion years old. They are considered to be both the wisest and most powerful class of dragons, however there are few individuals that remain. Those that do remain are feared even by demons and other monsters, and regarded to be as equals. 



Ancient Armor
 Dragon scales are hard to break, and Bolladreq is no exception. His plated scales are as durable as steel, and like all dragons, no amount of heat can burn or damage his body; inside and out. His toxic nature makes him resilient to most forms of poisons and blights, though unlike his heat immunity he is not entirely immune to the strongest of acids or the most potent of ailments and toxins.
Toxic Lizard
 Bolladreq has various toxic properties, such as a flammable saliva that exhumes a noxious chemical when burned, a venom-laced bite similar to a cobra's toxin, and blood that is almost as acidic as stomach acid (The blood of most dragons are similarly toxic in nature).

Power of a Tyrant
Being a great beast, Bolladreq has immense physical strength. Alone he can carry over twice his weight, and he can tear through most metals without trouble. His tail, being as sharp as a spear, alone is an effective weapon both for jabbing and swinging like a blunt instrument. His claws and teeth are just as formidable. He is capable of flight, and is deceiptively fast for his bulk; granted he can still be out-runned by more nimble creatures. 
Walking Inferno
 Bolladreq has formidable fire manipulation. He is able to exhume blazes of flames that can flood a city in a sea of fire, exhale a concentrated volley of fire that can tear through the average mountain, and stir enough heat to turn create pools of molten rock and metal. His manipulation is limiting to summon flames off of his scales while variations of firebreathing are his only method of ranged attacks. His saliva can be burned with a firebreathe to create a green flame that has a far more dangerous smoke then typical fire, as it is both disorienting and toxic to inhale.




Cold Blooded
 Biologically, Bolladreq is an ectothermic reptile and cannot produce his own body heat naturally.
His fire ability allows him to heat his own body, however he does not have unlimited endurance and the more firepower he uses can drain him into exhaustion. Left vulnerable in cold conditions, he quickly becomes lethargic and easy to both outmaneuver and outwill. Cold based attacks can slowly drain his fire producing energy, and being drenched in water can temporarily douse his external fire production.
Achilles Heel
 While his scales are tough, his chest is far more vulnerable and soft then the rest of his body,
and a clean blow from a good weapon can deliver great injuries given the chance.
Dragon's Bane
 There is a very rare flowering plant called Dragon's Bane. Named so because its aroma repels dragons.
Exposure to the plant can rend Bolladreq weak and ill, forcing him to ingest it can cause him to become gravely ill.
Ego Bubble
 His arrogance can easily allow him to underestimate foes, and he can become agitated quiet fast if anyone dares to insult his pride; Both weak points for manipulating him.
Dragon's Greed
 If there is anything Bolladreq loves more then himself, it is his wealth. Bribing Bolladreq with rare items and treasures is certainly an easy way to get him to do what you want.



Ring of Mortal Illusion

 Though Bolladreq owns the treasure horde filled with rare and enchanting artifacts, he carries with him the Ring of Mortal Illusion. A ring that when worn, shape shifts the wearer, if the wearer is a non-mortal entity, into a human counterpart. Despite the initial small size of the ring, its enchanted to fit practically any sized beast or demon so long as it has a finger to wear it on.



Relationships
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Other
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Places of Interest


A beautiful castle surrounded by a large body of water. A long bridge, with a gate and draw bridge towards the island, connects the keep to the mainland. The lake itself has a silvery glow to it, and reflects much of the moonlight on a full moon.
The island itself is small, with the beach imposed with walls. The courtyard between the walls and the castle itself are spacious and open with greenery.
In the basement lies the prisoners cells, and beneath that is the treasure hoard where Bolladreq slumbers. Rooms of each of the knights are specialized to there liking, and the main room for meeting is a dining hall with a round table.
The land around the lake is a dark forest, often foggy and far from civilization. The lake spills into a river that goes into the main ocean.


Asloria is a province that encompasses the great city of Asloria, as well as a string of islands that branch southerly off of the Kingdom's mainland, and the province heralds over the Great Aslorian Sea. The Kingdom is a rather massive locale situated on a Mainland piece of earth that sprung up out of the oceans centuries ago. This massive stretch of land has been claimed entirely from one end to the other as the Kingdom, and thus walls stretch all around the piece of land. This piece of land is roughly twice the size of Apothicus, but lacks the grandeur of things such as the Infinity Bridge. As for the island chain, six islands branch off to the south with each one getting progressively smaller towards the end, with the sixth island being only the size of Apothicus. The Aslorian Sea is a marvelous body of water that stretches almost unendingly into the distance of the world. The horizons of the Aslorian Sea or beautiful paintings that rise up from the waters and plaster the world in an array of majestic colors.
As a whole, the locales of Asloria are infamous for many things, one of which however is there use of the Coral from reefs in the Aslorian waters. The use of coral ranges from small things to large, and from major to minor uses. Coral is an iconic marker of the Aslorian people and their presence in the world. They have made buildings out of massive coral pieces, however this rare and the buildings are often smaller structures. They have come to even use Coral as an accent in structures, to the idea of using smaller pieces as furniture, artwork, or even architectural accents in the form of crowning, shutters, and trellises. They have also been known to utilize certain species of Coral in combat, with a few species being strong enough to go through a weaponsmith's hands and be used as a base for metallic layers and reinforcements. However none of the coral is exactly good for Armor, despite the weaponized uses. This is mostly due to the weight and the way the coral would have to be cut and shaped to work as armor, and the result would be sacrificing all of the structural integrity of the coral.

Illiosia is an Ancient Aslorian City that was once said to be the Seventh Island of the Aslorian Island Chain. It was also said to be the second largest Island, but the most powerful. On this island were tales of powerful magicians, great works of magic said to progress the world into a new age, but before this work could be proven to the rest of the Realm, it was lost. Illiosia was lost to a great catastrophe when it sank to the bottom of the Aslorian Sea. Now it is only a rumor and said to be a tall-tale told to children and a folk-store for visitors to Asloria.

Grasio is the Coastal port on the third island in the chain, and it's name is a representation of the island as a whole, as the name for the town is the same as the Island. Grasio is the third largest island in the chain, and this makes it the middle ground for the chain of islands as a hot spot for those who want vacation but the Aslorian experience as well. Grasio is rich with the Aslorian culture and commerce, offering trade and activites rivaled only by the mainland of Asloria itself. Grasio is considered to be visited almost as much as Asloria, but for less political reasons. Grasio does the Kingdom wonders in the notions of trade as it is a hub for importing and exporting rarities of Asloria and the other lands.