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Post by Tempest on Aug 9, 2013 15:35:53 GMT -8
"Traders?" Allyssa looked up from her book.
"Huh?" Annabethe was feeding Flare some trout.
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Post by moonlight1393 on Aug 11, 2013 20:17:03 GMT -8
(( I would love to join, hopefully not too late... ))
Name - Dotta Sheeptipper, just Dotta works, Female
Dragon - Nightmare named Lil' Blackie, black body w/ brown belly, this dragon isn't happy unless she has all of her trainer's attention
physical look - short bean pole, with wild curly blonde hair, light blue eyes and pale skin.
age - older teenager
clothes - long green tunic worn under a black leather vest and studded skirt, heavy leggings, sensible furry boots, and leather bracers
personality - happy-go-lucky and easily excited, very friendly and loves to talk but needs some alone time every now and then.
"Traders?" Dotta echoed. Her eyes went wide with the realization. She then leapt from the bench she was sitting at and raced down to the docks. Dotta had been part of the first wave to descend upon the Traders. Living as isolated as they did, the Vikings eagerly welcomed any and all traders to the islands. Dotta's eyes lit up with a childish delight as she searched through the cargo of one of the ships. It didn't take long for one of the traders to approach her, "May I offer you this fine necklace? Its made from the teeth of the fearsome Great White Shark." Dotta shook her head and then showed the man the necklace she had made, "The beads are carved from dragon scales and claws, and the center piece is MY dragon's tooth." "Fascinating," The man became fixated with her piece and grew determined to own it, "How about something both exotic and practical. This rose plant is a very rare color and is ready to be planted in any garden." Dotta marveled at the flower. Its petals were such a deep shade of red that it nearly looked black and the vines were pine green. "Sold!" As Dotta traded her necklace for the rose, the rest of her classmates began their own trades.....
[EDIT] (( C'mon people, try to come up with some crazy-fun scenarios! With the traders here your chara's can have just about anything they want. Or your dragons can start causing trouble. Who knows? Just have fun with it! ))
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Post by oldrockgod on Aug 12, 2013 0:07:12 GMT -8
[EDIT] (( C'mon people, try to come up with some crazy-fun scenarios! With the traders here your chara's can have just about anything they want. Or your dragons can start causing trouble. Who knows? Just have fun with it! )) This person has the right idea, and welcome to the RP thread don't worry your not late  |
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Post by Tempest on Aug 12, 2013 11:56:25 GMT -8
Allyssa closed her book, put it in her bag, and ran down to the docks. She searched for interesting items, and found a journal, with the Berk crest engraved onto the cover. She approached a trader with the book. "What do you want for this?"
"Ah, the journal? The pages are blank, but it comes with a quill and ink," the trader said. "Yeah, what do you want with it?"
"What do you have?"
Allyssa rummaged through her bag and pulled out a piece of clay, carved to looking like a Deadly Nadder. "What about this?"
The trader's mouth dropped open, but he straightened. "Do you have anything else?"
The young Viking grumbled, but took out a piece of topaz.
"Sold!" the trader grabbed the small Deadly Nadder statue and the topaz.
Allyssa stuffed the journal into her bag, and looked around other for other things.
Annabethe grinned, and followed the other students. As she boarded, something shiny caught her eye. It was an orange and yellow gem, with fiery red in the core. She fingered it, admiring how smooth it was.
"Ah, the Nightmare's eye."
Annabethe jumped, nearly dropping her item. Standing there, was a trader.
"It's a rare item, from the nests of Monstrous Nightmares themselves. The dragons seemed to be fond of this gem."
"What for it?" Annabethe glanced at Flare.
"Offer."
Annabethe shoved her hand into her bag, and her fingers closed on a smooth piece of metal. She pulled it out, and realized it was the piece of silver her sister had taught her to make, shaped delicately into a spiral.
"What about this?"
The merchant nodded. "The gem's yours."
(Hehe, you probably realized that Allyssa loves to craft x3 she does it when she's bored.)
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Post by oldrockgod on Aug 12, 2013 13:17:36 GMT -8
Awesome PROGRESS!!! I'm so happy things are starting to move along (granted slowly) but still moving  |
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Post by Boethiah on Aug 12, 2013 16:31:36 GMT -8
((*wonders if somehow it's not to late to join and scuttles away*))
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Post by moonlight1393 on Aug 12, 2013 18:46:03 GMT -8
((*wonders if somehow it's not to late to join and scuttles away*)) (( Get back here and JOIN! )) |
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Post by Boethiah on Aug 12, 2013 19:15:37 GMT -8
((*wonders if somehow it's not to late to join and scuttles away*)) (( Get back here and JOIN! )) ((ahh okay u//u this is herp derpish but I tried)) Boethiah had beed keeping to herself since the start of the trip. Everyone had been making friends, but honestly, she was just counting fish in the water and counting the people she could quite possibly pull tricks on. There were a few of them as easy targets, so at least she'd have something to do while she was there. It wasn't as if she wasn't excited to have a dragon to train on her own, but she wished she at least knew some people there. When there, she had picked a Nadder, like some of the others. It had turned out to be a male, so she named him Zirth. A fun name, she thought. And it sounded sort of cool as well. But one of his little quirks of pecking her ankles got a bit annoying after a bit, but she just tried to ignore it. Even when he grew, he still did it. At least he'd be a pest to some of the other students. She had heard news of a trader and rushed down to the docks with everyone else. Collecting odd items was probably one of her favorite pass times on Berk. Hopefully, by the time she got down, there would be some more items left. Thankfully there were. She searched her satchel, looking for something to trade. With a smirk, she took out a little ivory tusk she had gotten before that she had engraved with designs. "What can I get with this?" she asked, hoping for something good. The trader looked it over, took it back and returned with an odd totem, resembling a person's head. "What about this?" he asked. "I'll take it!" she smiled, taking the totem of obsidian. |
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Post by moonlight1393 on Aug 12, 2013 20:21:35 GMT -8
(( Get back here and JOIN! )) ((ahh okay u//u this is herp derpish but I tried)) Boethiah had beed keeping to herself since the start of the trip. Everyone had been making friends, but honestly, she was just counting fish in the water and counting the people she could quite possibly pull tricks on. There were a few of them as easy targets, so at least she'd have something to do while she was there. It wasn't as if she wasn't excited to have a dragon to train on her own, but she wished she at least knew some people there. When there, she had picked a Nadder, like some of the others. It had turned out to be a male, so she named him Zirth. A fun name, she thought. And it sounded sort of cool as well. But one of his little quirks of pecking her ankles got a bit annoying after a bit, but she just tried to ignore it. Even when he grew, he still did it. At least he'd be a pest to some of the other students. She had heard news of a trader and rushed down to the docks with everyone else. Collecting odd items was probably one of her favorite pass times on Berk. Hopefully, by the time she got down, there would be some more items left. Thankfully there were. She searched her satchel, looking for something to trade. With a smirk, she took out a little ivory tusk she had gotten before that she had engraved with designs. "What can I get with this?" she asked, hoping for something good. The trader looked it over, took it back and returned with an odd totem, resembling a person's head. "What about this?" he asked. "I'll take it!" she smiled, taking the totem of obsidian. (( Good job! But you need to give the stats on your chara too e.i. name, gender, physical description, personality, and info on your dragon. Other than that, welcome to the story!!! )) |
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Post by Boethiah on Aug 12, 2013 21:51:06 GMT -8
((herp derp here you go Name: Boethiah Gender: Female Age: 16 Personality: She enjoys messing with other people. She does enjoy picking fights as well, provoking people to do the same. All together, she just enjoys making a mess of everything Build: A bit muscular, average height (5' 5"). Small, heart shaped face. Eyes/Hair/Skin Color: Hazel-brown eyes/dark brown hair in a pixie/short cut/ tanned skin (olive skin tone) Clothing: Dark crude skirt, black fur vest and maroon/grey shirt, tall brown boots, black gauntlets. Dragon: Zirth the Deadly Nadder. He's agitated easily and likes to bite his trainer every now and then. Very protective. Dragon Appearance: Tan (more brown) skin with light blue accents and white horns/spikes. Classic yellow eyes.  Hope this is good ^^; I actually tried the drawing)) Attachments:
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Post by moonlight1393 on Aug 13, 2013 17:11:03 GMT -8
(( Getting back to the storrrehhh! ))
Dotta carefully walked down from the ram and onto the dock. There she was greeted by many of her fellow vikings who began asking her about the new plant she had just received. As she shared her discovery, a small group of Terrible Terrors had sneaked their way through the crowd and onto one of the trader's boats. Now on board, the pipe-sized dragons began rifling through the cargo holds and tearing open crates and bags full of exotic goodies. some of which carried a tantalizing aroma to the Terrors, much to the chagrin of the Traders.
"Hey! You! Get out of here! Shoo-shoo! AWAY!!" The trader hollered at the small dragons. They looked up to him and cocked their heads to the side. Not understanding his words, they ignored him and went back to destroying his cargo.
"GO AWAY!" The trader began to shove and kick at the little dragons who soon retaliated with a menacing growl.
"Uh oh," Dotta swallowed hard. She had just learned that a Terrible terror's growl is a forewarning for a fire blast. "Get away from there!" She screamed but was already too late.
The trader had been knocked back from the first dragon's fire. And the rest proceeded pounce on the man who then screamed in terror.
(( Let's see what ppl can do with this! ))
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Post by Tempest on Aug 13, 2013 17:21:49 GMT -8
Allyssa jumped forward with a handful of dragon nip that she had just farmed. "Calm down!" she exclaimed, holding out the plant.
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Post by Boethiah on Aug 13, 2013 18:14:43 GMT -8
Boethiah jumped a little at the sudden yelling and noticed as all the Terrors started to run around, causing havoc as they do. She couldn't help but snicker a bit. She wasn't going to get involved. Too much fun was to be had from this. So she just stayed back, watching the students and traders try to fend off the Terrors.
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Post by moonlight1393 on Aug 14, 2013 9:19:15 GMT -8
Dotta saw Allyssa's plan and decided to follow suit. She quickly set her rose plant own of to the side and gave the order to her dragon, "Guard the plant and don't get involved on the boat." Lil' Blackie grunted. She then curled around the pot and laid her head down on the dock. So she had opted to nap rather than guard. "Close enough." Dotta huffed as she boarded the boat again.
The little Terrors were all on high alert. A second glance back at Allyssa showed that she was having a hard time with the dragons as well. Dotta reached for her own stash of dragon nip and held it out for the dragons.
"Hey guys. Lookie here," Dotta sing songed as she waved the plant through the air. Its scent slowly reached one Terror who immediately began to follow Dotta around. Next she tried to entice another Terror, but that second dragon then began to quarrel with the first.
"this is almost hopeless." Dotta thought to herself.
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Post by Tempest on Aug 14, 2013 16:58:20 GMT -8
Allyssa remembered something she had traded; a small flute that, the merchant had said, would soothe angry dragons. It probably wasn't true, but ehh, it was worth a shot. Allyssa took it out, and blew.
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