Southward, to the Sea [EARTH MAGIC DROP]

[DROP] Southward, to the Sea [EARTH MAGIC DROP]

Volterra the Indomitable Posts: 785

Dragon's Throat Sultan atk: 8.5 | def: 11.5 | dam: 8.5

Stallion :: Equine :: 17'2hh :: 3 HP: 80 | Buff: SENSE

Vérzés :: Common Red Dragon :: Frost Breath & Toxic Breath & Vadir :: Royal Gold Dragon :: Fire Breath & Shock Breath Snow

08-05-2016, 10:04 AM

VOLTERRA
you will remember me for centuries

The heat is stifling, overwhelming. It grips him, smothers him, catches in his throat and burns in his nostrils, makes him long for winter and blessed coolness. He tries to avoid the south, where the temperatures are even worse, but it is not always possible. Some days, he has to travel south and simply bear the consequences; today is one of those days.

It's the lights that draw him. His dragons are off hunting, so it's his own eyes that detect the bright twinkles in the distance - it is probably a relief his companions are elsewhere, as they would no doubt have attempted to make a meal of whatever creatures are generating the kaleidoscope of colours. The stallion wonders what they are; pixies, fairies, demons? Whatever they are, he has been around long enough to know that whenever a strange something happens, it is usually good. It usually means a Helovian is to be blessed by power. Perhaps it shall be him.

As the goliath gets closer, he sees a myriad of different creatures swarming around the lights; it is definitely good that his dragons are elsewhere, as they would have attempted to feast upon the gathered wildlife. That certainly wouldn't have earnt him any favours with whatever hidden beast is going to offer their services to the Helovian populace.

There's already a small crowd gathered; a handful of mares and a small stallion who smells....divine, actually. That is unusual - stallions are usually musky, reeking, piss-soaked creatures, and Volterra includes himself in that description. For a male to smell nice, delicious even....he eyeballs the oddly-coloured unicorn warily, wondering what strange spell he's casting on those around him.

His focus turns to the river, and to the lights. He says nothing; if they have to do something, it'll soon become apparent.

LINEART: DARYA87.DA

Seeking an upgrade to his existing magic:

:: [ Magic: EarthxFire | Can create and animate golems made of stone with fire inside them. ]
:: [ Restrictions | Can create 1 large or 3 small golems; last one post in battle and cannot be larger than Volterra. ]

Upgrade: Golems can breathe fire that causes minor burns, and when they crumble they release a small wave of fire.

one refusal

[ you can't stray from what you are, you're the closest thing to hell i've seen so far ]
[ use of force/magic on him is permitted aside from death/maiming ]

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