The Dragonsblood Curse (Roleplay--Limited Space)
Before I begin: Thank you Ginger Clancy and SpottedBreeze for encouraging me to make this roleplay! XD
The Dragonsblood Curse
Every five-hundred years, a mysterious fog known as the Fog of Death descends upon the wilderness of Berk. Only brave or insane vikings dare venture into the fog...and no viking who ventures into the fog is ever seen again. What the vikings don't know, however, is that the fog is actually the result of an ancient magic called the Dragonsblood Curse, which turns the unfortunate souls who venture deep enough into the fog into the last dragon species that crosses their mind...
My name is Rovik, Wind Rider of the North. You are my last hope. Only with your help could I ever hope to defeat Wieland the Immortal and break his horrible curse.
So...are you in?
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Hello guys! Here we go--I'm trying another roleplay (my first HTTYD roleplay)! This is also my first roleplay with limited space--so first come, first serve. Sorry guys. >.<
Rules:
1) Only ten spaces available. Once these slots are filled, the roleplay will be closed. I can hold a spot for you, but you must jump on at least two days after reservation, otherwise I will give your spot to someone else.
2) No god-modding!
3) While you are allowed as many original characters as you can handle (although, for this particular roleplay, I suggest sticking to one main character), if you want to play a canon character (e.g. Hiccup), PM me please. First come first serve.
4) If under the curse--you can become any dragon--you don't have to be your trained dragon's species.
5) Have fun!
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((Changed my character. Hope no one minds..))
Name: Evie Wolfblood.
Title: Evie the Fiery.
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Clan: Berk.
Description: Average weight and height, but surprisingly strong. Icy blue eyes. Shoulder length Dark brown wavy hair. Usually wears the basic outfit for Vikings.
Personality: Can be very friendly, but can also reveal her sharp tongue. Is typically easy to get along with, but has a short temper and can be very dangerous when upset.
History: Recently began to study at Berk, and since there were no eggs at the time, she went and found her dragon in the wild.
Dragon Form: Skrill.
Dragon: A Monstrous Nightmare named Duskscale.
Type of Magic: Fire. She can set herself on fire like a Nightmare, and can fire electricity and fireballs.
Name: Nina Haddock (Hiccup's adopted sister)
Title: Nina the Nimble
Age: 20 (or six months younger than Hiccup.)
Dragon Species: Night Fury (She was thinking of Toothless and Hiccup, not her own dragon, Darrien.)
Human Appearance: About 5' 3", pale blue eyes with a ring of gold around the pupil, called a solar iris, long black hair usually worn in a braid that consists of three smaller braids woven together. Black, long-sleeved T-shirt, with a leather vest she made before the end of the dragon war, and pants. No shoes (unless it's winter, then she wears super fluffy brown fur boots). Never without her trusty bow that Stoick made for her birthday.
Dragon Appearance: Classic Night Fury, two tailfins, but she has markings around her eyes, and still has her pale blue eyes with the solar iris. Also has a band of silver crossing her chest where she'd be wearing her archery set if she were human.
Type of Power/Magic: Speech. She can speak Norse, in spite of her dragonesque figure. She taught a dragon to speak Norse, and she never lost the ability to speak Norse using her mouth and jaw. It's difficult, but doable. Also can see the currents in the air, instead of just sensing them.
Name: Emma Strongarmor
Tital: Emma the Artistic (or the Insane-depends on who you ask)
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Dragon turned into: Boneknapper
Appearance (human): Long, wavy golden brown hair, with large hazel eyes and long eyelashes. Stands tall.
Appearance (dragon): Coppery skin, with strange greenish-gold eyes
Personality: Doesn't talk much. Usually prefers drawing or inventing or doing outrageously dangerous flight stunts than conversing at the Great Hall. But, can be friendly.
Dragon partner: female Monstous Nightmare named Peony.
Power: Creation. Can use any matierial and make a weapon or armor, or anything, really.
Name: Amanita Verna (nickname "Nita")
Title: Amanita the Toxic
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Clan: Berk
Description: IMAGE (ignore app details)
Personality: All around a kind of unpleasant person to be around, Nita is quite a pessimistic person. She hates dragons, something that makes is very difficult for her to fit in. She is sarcastic, spiteful, stubborn, and altogether quite anti-social. She seems tough as nails but she does have a secret fear of heights and flying.
History: For all of her childhood her family gained their wealth by hunting dragons and using their skin and bones to create clothing and weapons. They were very prosperous and famous for their craftsmanship. Then the village began training dragons and killing them became forbidden. The Verna family ran out of business and now struggles with poverty. Nita has since held a grudge against all dragons, believing it would be better if they were still killing them. Her current dragon, a purple Terrible Terror, follows her around against her will after she found him as an hatchling. She named him Pest because she sees him as nothing but a bother.
Dragon Form: Grapple Grounder (typical red appearance)
Dragon: A male Terrible Terror named Pest
Type of Magic/Power: Has a poisonous bite and can spread toxic spores out of her scales
Hey, would you be okay if a complete newbie to roleplaying joined? I would totally understand if you'd prefer experienced roleplayers, especially since it's limited space. :)
*EDIT*
Oops, didn't mean to post this as a reply to the above comment... oh well. XD
((I'm sure it'll be fine. The RPs on this forum don't really have a "beginner to advanced" meter. Everyone here has different experience levels and we don't ever kick someone out for being not as skilled as others))
((Thanks!))
((I think the only unspoken rule is: don't change other people's characters, or gripe if someone has the same abilities as you, unless they don't explain where they got them. If there are too many similarities between two profiles, then we can begin to question the second person, because the first person is assumed to have come up with the original powers/skills.))
((Thanks, I'll keep that in mind!))
((Thanks! Nice to meet you, too!))
Name: Dyrhildr
Title: Dyrhildr the Inhuman
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Clan: Berk
Description: Five-foot-six, dark purple hair (dyed with berries); yellow eyes; several scars, including four lines across her cheek from a bear attack
Personality: Dyrhildr is suspicious of most people and prefers to be alone or with her dragon. She gets annoyed with humans very easily. She is very adept at surviving on her own.
History: Dyrhildr's mother was always suspicious of her daughter's yellow eyes, claiming she was "inhuman" and had "the spirit of a beast." She even went so far as to blame Dyrhildr for her father's death when she was a baby. When Dyrhildr was six, her mother abandoned her in the woods. Dyrhildr abandoned her last name out of spite and learned to survive on her own. When the School of Dragons was founded, more and more humans began to venture into the woods, until one day she was discovered by a curious student. The Headmaster, worried for her safety, wouldn't let her return to the woods, and instead admitted her to the school.
Dragon Form: A blue-green Zippleback with white underbelly
Dragon: Halldora and Geirahod, a midnight blue Zippleback with crimson underbelly. When she transforms into a dragon, her personality rips in two; her typical, suspicious self taking over the right head, and her long-dormant merciful side in the left head.
Type of Magic/Power: Animal Telepathy - She can sense the thoughts of any animal, and speak to them.
((Could you save a spot for me?))
Name: Eria
Title: Oceans dancer.
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Clan: None, shes a lone viking.
Description: Even as a human her eyes highly resemble that of a dragons, save they are a striking ice blue rather than the normally yellow. She has waist lenth black-brown hair that flows freely, a dancers build, pale skin and a soft kind voice.
Personality: It's to hard to describe (or I'm to lazy...)
History: You'll find out.
Dragon Form: Tide glider.
Dragon: A wite terrible terror named Hope.
Type of Magic/Power: Ice.
I sat up, chest heaving from fear as my dream played itself over and over again in my mind. I was damp with sweat, and scared. Hiccup rolled over and sparked up the candle again. He sat up, rubbing his eyes.
"Sis? You okay?" he mumbled sleepily. I hugged my arms to myself, and tucked my knees to my chin.
"F-fine," I stammered. "J-just a n-nightm-mare. I'm gonna go for a flight, maybe see if I can get the nightmare from m-my mind." I threw my covers off and raced downstairs, making a light pat-pat-pat-pat-pat across the floor. I threw open the door and ran outside, Darrien, my trusty white Nadder with pale blue plumes, hot on my heels. I jumped off the nearest cliff, and he caught me. I couldn't help but think of how my brother could always help me calm down, or Toothless even. Then I felt my hand start to itch. I looked down at it and jumped up onto Darrien's saddle with a scream. My hand was swelling, turning into a club-like foot covered with ... black scales? I looked down at the rest of me, and noticed my clothing was beginning to fade as my body stretched and changed into a strange shape. I shook my head, not realizing I was also weighing my dragon down. It was all just a dream. I decided to test that theory by jumping from my dragon's back and spreading my black wings. I was right, it was a dream. I switched into my second language: Dragon Speech. C'mon, Darrien. Let's get outta here. This fog is getting thick! We banked and headed back toward home.
You look good as a Night Fury, he commented just before we landed.
I walked up to the house just as Hiccup opened the door and came out, rubbing his face sleepily. He stopped upon seeing me and Darrien. He started doing these weird motions and reached out a hand toward me, looking away as I approached.
"Okay, really? Trying to train your sister? Real impressive, Hiccup," I smirked in Norse. He looked back at me, face going dreadfully pale.
"Demon dragon!" he screamed running away from me. I chased him and pinned him, putting a foot, er paw, on his chest. "Please! Don't kill me! I'm only twenty! I haven't really had a chance to live yet!"
I rolled my eyes. "Meet my eyes!" I ordered. He did, hesitantly. "Do you think a demon dragon would have my eyes? In all honesty?" He stopped panicking and started studying my eyes.
"Nina?" he breathed. I nodded, and let him up. "What? But-How? Y-you're a Night Fury! A good-looking one, but still...A Night Fury! Wow!"
"Thanks, but flattery's getting you no where fast," I snarked.
She woke up with a start, falling straight out of her bed. As she groaned, slowly picking herself back up, her purple Terrible Terror struggled to squeeze himself out from under her body where she'd fallen on him. She paid him no mind, even after she unintentionally stepped on his tail getting up and he squeaked in pain. Despite the negligence, he was very diligent about making sure his owner was okay after falling out of bed. She pressed her palm against her head, sighing heavily. She had a slight headache and a bad case of the early morning grouchies. It was still dark out, for pities sake!
She huffed, trying to remember what had even woken her up. A dream? Of someone she didn't know, she thought... and a dragon...? She made another frustrated noise. Whatever, she couldn't remember anymore. What mattered was that it was still hours before dawn and she was wide awake. "Not gonna be able to go back to sleep now," she mumble to herself bitterly. She walked through her small house and stepped outside. All the time her Terrible Terror, Pest, followed her every step.
Most everyone was asleep at this time. A few fishermen were getting ready to sail out and spend the morning at sea, and a couple of dragons were catching a midnight snack at the big fish bowl in the center of town. Otherwise everyone was asleep, something she desperately wished she was doing right now. "What a load of..." She grumbled some more to herself as she went for a walk. "This is more annoying than that time that stupid Grapple Grounder burned down my stall. I mean, I don't ask for that much. I do a hard day's work. It's not easy running the least profitable business in town! That bad enough by itself. Could I at least get a good night's sleep?!"
So caught up in her ranting that she didn't even notice as her body began to change. Her arms got shorter and her body got longer. Scales replaced skin and horns sprouted from where her hair used to be. Pesk gave a surprised squawk. Amanita ignored him, like she usually did. He would usually give up then, but this was important! He ran round her, shrieking and squawking to get her attention. Her headache was getting worse and finally she'd had enough. "Shut up you little pest!"
But it came out as "guuuuwwarrrgghhh!" She heard it; he heard it; the whole village must have heard it. Amanita stood there, frozen in shock, as she slowly tried to comprehend what just happened.
Evie woke up from her Nightmare. To get the thoughts out of her head, she got up and walked out of the little home, she and her brother, Alki, lived in. Her sister used to live there too, but she, uh, died on the journey North.
She sighed, and stared up at the sky, remembering the journey she made as a little girl. It was full of twists and turns... And death, but she learned many useful things there, however much Alki tried to stop her.
He wasn't home right now, he was either at the Library or with Adaryn. It had been a good couple of years since the journey, and everyone was just waiting for their marriage. It wasn't hard to see their affections.
Sometimes she just wanted to just call the wedding herself, but she knew they both would balk. Given their history, it was understandable.
She returned her thoughts to her late sister and remembered one of her friends from the journey. A Skrill rider! She never quite understood their relationship, and she wouldn't ask him now.
She drifted further into the fog, still thinking of the magnificent Skrill he had befriended. Suddenly, she stopped moving.
Something was wrong. Oh so wrong. She stared at her arms, now wings. This couldn't be happening! It was just a Nightmare!
She let out a scream, but all that came out was a very distinct roar. She trembled, her whole body shaking. She couldn't be a dragon! It was impossible.
She made her way back to her farm, but was stopped by a puddle. She stared at her reflection for a moment, then ducked her head under her wings. This was not right! Not real. Oh how could this be real!?!
Dyrhildr's yellow eyes flicked open. The dream had been so vivid. Her palm seemed to itch where the strange boy's magic had entered it. He had been standing in the forest... she could still smell the clean, crisp air. Not like the air in Berk, filled with people and noises... she missed the forest.
Clearly, that was what the dream was about--her subconcious, telling her to go back. Why hadn't she left earlier? She didn't really know. Dyrhildr rubbed her temples--she had a headache. It was so stale in here. Where was the air movement? Where were the stars? She paced her small, cramped room.
She'd spent enough time here, with annoying dragon rider students and that Headmaster who pretended to care about her safety. He just didn't want word getting out to parents about a wild girl living in the woods where their children played. She would sneak out to the stables and fly away on her dragon. She would finally be on her own again.
Her headache intensified as she crept out the door. She was about to rub her head again when she saw claws out of the corner of her eye. She jerked her head back... and back... and back...
What was wrong with her neck? She shouted in surprise. It came out as a deep-throated roar.
Shhh, she thought. Don't wake everyone up.
Except... it wasn't her thought... and yet it was.
Dyrhilder looked to her left. A Zippleback's head stared back at her.
Hello.
Name: Ginger
Title: Ginger The Untitled
Age: 27
Gender: female
Description: Average height, long braided dark brown hair, green-brown eyes
Personality: All my characters are named the same, but seem to have different personalities..... I haven't decided.
History: N/A
Dragon form: Gronckle, deep blue with dark green around the mouth and top of the back
Magic power: Can do simple, mostly useless things like levitate small objects and conjure sparks.
RP: I walked to the taxi dragons, in the cold morning air. No one was using them today, I wondered why. I was barely awake as I put a coin in the basket, signed my name and where I was going, and mounted the gronckle that came over. I thought about how strange gronckles looked as we flew to the other side of the island. There seemed to be a dark fog, but I was too tired to care. My head slumped onto the dragons' head as I fell into a deep sleep. It felt like seconds before I was falling off. I didn't feel right..... I did anything to avoid hitting the ground, flailing all my limbs. It felt like I had an extra pair... I flailed them too, and I was no longer falling! I felt huge jagged teeth sticking upward out of my mouth. I never remembered having an ovebite, and I saw things different now. Almost no peripheral vision, and I noticed movement more. I looked down at my arms, which I couldn't see. I landed by the lake, and peered down at my reflection. I screamed, but a roar came out instead. I was a Gronckle!
I woke up from my dream, startled. Why would I only rember that now? I rubbed my head. Outside the night was bright, it almost always was here. As I walked through the woods which my home was nestled in a strange feeling over took me. At first I dismissed it but as I felt my body changeing I started to panic. I accidently slipped and fell into the river, the strong currents threw me agaist a rock and my vison went black. I woke the next morning on a beach, I tried to stand but found that instead of legs I had flippers. I pulled myself over to the water and looked down. In my place was a beautiful tideglider. It;s scales shimmered silver blue and its wings faded out to midnight. It was only when I saw its eyes that I relised it was me. They were the same as my dragon like eyes. I sighed, it didn't really bother me after all maybe I would enjoy this form more. Also there was no one to miss me. Well maybe the white terror who visted me at noon would, but otherwise no-one even knew I existed.
I spread my wings and took off, at first I kept losing altitude but within minutes I was soaring gracefully above the sea.
Now, where am I? As I flew over the land I saw a small village, it was still very early but a few people were awake. Then I relised that this was, Berk.
Evie awkwardly waddled over to her stable and hissed angrily, "Duskscale! Wake up!" Her voice shrill and full of confusion.
The Monsterous Nightmare lifted his snout groggily and said slowly, "Oh. Hey, human.." Then he snapped out of his sleepiness and said lowly, "Who are you, Skrill?" His lip raised, revealing sharp teeth.
"It's me, you dumb dragon!" She growled back.
"Oh. Never would have thought you were a Skrill at heart, but now that I see it in front of me... It suits you?" His deep voice calmer but held the Monstrous Nightmare's impatience.
"It suits me?!? How dare you." She roared, charging at the gate he was held behind. She sighed and let out a low whimper, "What will Alki think... His sister a Skrill."
"He would say it suits you too." He said mockingly but also playfully.
"What will happen to me? I can't return to my normal life at school.." She said sulkily.
"But now you can fly without me and without that stupid human suit. You can feel the sky beneath your wings like a dragon does." The dark red dragon crawled over and rested his head on hers and continued, "We both never liked school anyways. You only miss it because you can't go anymore."
"I guess your right, but how will we tell everyone I'm fine?" Her voice very scared and child-like.
"We can't, but once you're back to normal we can explain." His deep voice raspy but calmly, yet invigorating.
The Skrill-girl sighed and spoke calmly, "Okay. Now, first things first, how do I fly?"
Duskscale grinned and said cheekily, "I knew you would eventually ask. Let me out and I'll show you."
She fumbled with the gate, and finally gave up and used her teeth. It broke easily, and she wondered how she hadn't realized it was so weak before.
The Nightmare's voice broke her thoughts, "You're just stronger now as a dragon, don't worry."His voice light with amusement.
After she released him from his pen she said, "Now what?"
"Start flapping and find your own rhythm. Every dragon's is different." The grin still apparent on his face as he saw her flounder.
"This will never work..." She muttered as her face met the earth again. She tried again, but a little differently. It seemed to work and she hovered briefly on the air. After a proud moment she returned to the ground and crawled over to him, "That was great!"
"Of course it was. Anything would be better than a mouthful of dirt. Now try to move yourself forward after you get yourself in the air."
She lifted herself into the air and felt the wind current. Luckily it was warm, which would help her stay aflight. She beat her powerful wings and flew forward, proud of her achievement. "Now, try to reach me in the sky." The other dragon boomed as he lifted himself in the air and high into the sky.
He watched her struggle to fly upwards, and beamed with pride as she moved though the air towards him. "That was easy. Shut your fire breathing snout." She growled when he let out a chuckle at the Skrill.
As the two dragons hovered there far above Berk, her eyes, which were greenish blue, rather than the normal, bloodshot, Skrill eyes, saw more than she had ever seen before. Everything was different, but a good different. She could see every little thing that happened below, rather than before when she had to guess.
She grinned and looked up at Duskscale, who grinned in return.
She let out a triumphant roar, enjoying that she heard it echo. Any and every Berk inhabitant would hear it... Unless they were asleep.
As I rode the aircurrents I saw a nightmare and skrill approching, I would have fled as these were two deadly types of dragons but something seemed off witht hte skrill. It's scent was... human? So instead I approched cautionsly, ready to flee if nececarry. "Hello, you- you arn't a dragon are you?" I asked softly.
Evie looked at the new dragon and spoke lowly, "I wish I wasn't. I used to be a human. I only became a dragon a short while ago.." She lowered herself, trying to land elegantly, but messing up and receiving another mouthful of dirt.
She heard a chuckle from behind and hissed, "Shut up, fire-lizard." She heard a low growl from the pride-wounded Nightmare and laughed.
She spoke again to the new dragon, "You don't seem to Dragonic either. Were you a human too?"
"Your right, I'm also human. Not thay anyone will ever know now though. In truth though its not that bad, this way I'm more free than ever and I think that this form suits me more."
Evie tilted her head and spoke, unsure, "I don't know if I like this form of myself or not. It's just so very different.." Her eyes alight with uncertainty. "My name's Evie, anyway." She said awkwardly.
"My name Eira." I said.
Evie nodded, mentally telling herself to remember the name. Eira. Eira. Eira.
After forcing the name into her memory, the deep dark brown Skrill looked at the strange and new dragon. "What kind of species are you?" She asked curiously, shaking off any fear she originally had.
"Oh, it's called a Tide-Glider, most vikings dont know of it."
"Strange." Evie murmured thoughtfully. "Do you think others were turned into dragons?" She asked everybody yet nobody. She lifted a foot and scrapped at the loose soil. She hoped others would have also been affected for companionship, yet she dreaded the thought as well....
"I don't think every one was."
Evie refocused and spoke icily calm, "Did you see any others?... I hope my brother doesn't have to suffer this as I." Her mind was starting to shift, starting to adjust to her Dragonic form.
All she felt was the need to protect her brother. Even if he was older. There was no fear or remorse in her mind anymore. She knew she would probably have to live the rest of her life as a Skrill. She wasn't scared anymore and she would find out what had caused this.
"I'm sure he's fine, even if he is a dragon chance are he's ajusted like us." I said in a soothing tone.
Rovik.. Rovik....
Evie thought for a moment, trying to remember the name. When she finally figured it out she snarled, "You. You did this to us!" She felt sparks dance over her body, but also felt warmth.
Fire?!?
There was no time now to figure out what was wrong with her. The strange-eyed Typhomerang was her biggest priority.
She lashed her tail and took a step towards him. "Why?" She posed the question, no anger or hatred in her voice, just the icy word.
Name: Luna
Title: Luna the Brave
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Clan: Berk
Description: Brown hair that is pretty much left alone, it falls wherever it wants. Shorter then most vikings, and much thinner. Brown eyes that match her hair, wears a light outfit, and normaly wears her knife sheath.
Personality: Very agressive, loves to hunt, and fight, always starts arguments. Short tempered.
History: 7 years ago, her parents died at the claws of a Rumblehorn leaving 8-year-old Luna to fend for herself. She has lived in her parents cottage since, alone.
Dragon Form: Night Fury
Dragon: Stormcutter named Glory
Type of Magic: Invisability
((I dont know where to start, can some1 point me in the right direction?))
"This seems more of a blessing than a curse." I muttered.
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((Must have been my mistake. Oops.))
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Evie blinked listening to his words, hearing her brother in the back of her mind.
'You always think the worst of others before you know them; and before they can explain themselves, you're already going for their throats.' He would tell her.
Her sparks and flames dwindled and she said much more calmly, more friendly, "So, how do we fix this?" Her eyes still glowed with suspicion, but that was mainly overpowered from curiosity.
Well I don't have to worry about someone finding me, I can fly and I can still do the things I love even if it is slightly diffrent. I responded mentally.
"Sure." The Skrill muttered, laying down to a more comfortable position, but still ready to attack if anything happened. She didn't trust this Timberjack yet, and would not trust him until she knew he wasn't a complete loon.
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((I'm heading to sleep. Bye.))
((Is this before or after HHTYD 2?))
After two hours of explaining to Hiccup what had happened, I decided to head to my lab to do research. I flew there without really thinking, and hovered by my bookshelves, searching for the right book.
"Ah! Here it is," I cried triumphantly. I set the book down on my counter and flipped it open. "'Transformations and other Magics.' Hmmm...'changes people into dogs,' no....'cats,' no...Ah! Dragons! 'See page 372.'" I flipped eagerly to the page in question. "'In the presence of fog,-'" I looked outside and saw the massive fog bank I had flown into, "'-it means that the evil magician, Wieland the Immortal, has risen again. Every five hundred years the Fog of Death surrounds Berk, turning any who inhale the mist suseptible to the magics woven into it. The spells turn them into the last dragon species that crossed their mind.' That makes sense as to why I'm a bleeping Night Fury!"
"Sis?" Hiccup's voice came from a fair distance off. My eyes widened.
I stuck my head out of my lab. "Tell everyone in the village to stay indoors! That fog is what turned me into a Night Fury! And Toothless! Don't get any ideas!" I yelped.
My fool-hardy brother landed next to me. I rolled my eyes and sighed. "What do you mean that fog turned you into a dragon?" he asked. I facepaw'd briefly before turning and leading him back to my counter where I had the book laid out. I stood up on my back legs and pointed to the passage. He read it and his eyes widened. "Is there a way to reverse it?"
"Unless you know some way to kill an immortal, no," I sighed wandering over to the pile of furs I'd thrown together to create a nest. I flopped onto it, glaring out at the fog. I sat there thinking for a while before I felt my determination grow. I got up on my back legs and waddled over to my bookshelf. I looked through the shelves before coming across a book on immortals. I grabbed it and paged through it. The first page read in large, clear letters: No one is truly immortal. Immortal does not mean unkillable. It means they are able to live forever if they aren't stabbed with a sword, or beheaded by an axe. Unless the magician or "immortal" in question has thousands of spells around them to keep themselves alive. I thought to myself, Yeah, and no doubt Wieland does! I sighed again and paged absently through the book, using one claw to turn the pages. I felt something moving my tail at its base and whipped around with a snarl. Toothless was looking at my innocently. I glared at him hard, before grumbling something about inconsiderate, greedy dragons who want nothing more than to get a female in bed.
Hiccup had changed from the book on Magicks, to the book on Immortals. He read through it diligently before jumping up with a shout. "There's a way!" he shouted. He held out the book toward me and pointed to the pages he held open. "Read these pages." I rolled my eyes, but obeyed.
"'Many attempts have been made to stop Wieland the Immortal, only to fail. There is a legend, however, of a weapon so pure and great, it can slice through any spells he wove around himself. This weapon is none other than the blade that is spoken about in the legend of the Sword in the Stone: Excalibur,'" I read. When it registered what I'd just said my eyes got as big as a Typhoomerang. "We just have to find Excalibur and find someone to wield it!" I ran back to my library and took to my wings in my excitement. I looked though my collection before finally finding a book on Excalibur. It was very dusty, but showed that it could be forged. My shoulders sagged in defeat.
"What? What's wrong?" I held the book out to my brother when he asked me that. "We need someone to forge it? No problem! I'll do it!" I pointed to the next page. Must be forged by someone as old as the dwarves, or a dwarf himself. "Oh."
"Where are we going to find a dwarf?!" I moaned sitting back on my haunches, forepaws on my back legs.
((Wow, I'm late))
I screamed, falling out of bed and banging my head. Peony, my brown Monstrous Nightmare with pink spots,lifted her head up and growled with concern. "I... I'm fine, girl," I stammered. "That was just... wow, that was really intense." She climbed off her slab and crawled over to me, nudging my cheek. "How... hows about we go for a quick walk?" I suggested. "It's almost dawn, anyway." I slipped on her saddle in case we needed to make a hasty retreat.
As soon as I stepped outside, I felt something was up. A thick, heavy fog was hanging over the forest. I paused at it's edge, looking at it curiously. "Hey Peony, where do you think this came from?" I asked. I turned around and she wasn't there. All I could see was fog. "Peony?" I called. "Peony, stop hiding, it's not funny!" The fog had surrounded me. It felt warm, more like smoke than mist. I couldn't help thinking of my dream, with that weird, limp dragon.
I screeched as my arm started to twist, lengthning and growing skinnier. Webs formed in between. The ground shot away from me as I grew taller. May cry for help turned into a loud, thunderous roar.
I fainted at that point.
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"EMMA! Emma, where are you?"
I opened one eye and groaned. Something... didn't feel right. The ground was too far away, and when I looked down at my hands... well, let's just say I wouldn't be drawing any time soon. The fog had cleared up, leaving me... in my farmyard? I ran over to the fishing pond and gasped at my reflection. "I've turned into a dragon!" I roared, back peddling from the vision. I had coppery skin, with small spots of metallic green.
"GGGGRRRROOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAARRRRR!!!!!!!"
I shreiked as a huge shape bowled into me, pinning me to the ground. "Alright, Gravedigger, what did you do with my rider?!" The dragon demanded. I opened my eyes. "P-P-Peony?" I asked, releif flooding through me. She gave me a confused look and stepped away from me. "How do you know my name?" She asked."Don't you reckognise me?" I asked, propping myself up into what I hoped was a feeble position. "I make a point of it not to reckognise Boneknappers!" She snorted, giving me a look of distain. "It's me, Emma!" I insisted. "That fog did something to me! And, wait, I'm a Boneknapper?" She sniffed and sat back on her haunches. "Alright, prove it." She said. "How did we first meet?" "Hiccup was trying to train you, and you nearly bit his hand off. I rushed in, and we've been together ever since." She blinked, her eyes wide. "Hestia and Hades, it is you!" She threw her wings around me in a hug, then jumped back. "Hold it! YOU'RE A DRAGON?!" The force of the roar was so great that it blew me over.
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My name is Rovik. I was once called Rovik Asmund, the Strong.
Before you, you see a young man--probably barely out of his teens--in his early twenties. He stands six feet three, wears a leather outfit under intricate, bronze armor and carries two swords, one in each hand. He is a dirty blond with blue eyes. Blue eyes, hiding fear behind strength.
Once, I was a Wind Rider from the North. I know, you probably don't know much about my kind. Well, you may not believe me...but we ride dragons. Yes. Dragons.
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...Ah. That's not a surprise to you? ...Oh, you ride dragons yourselves. Pardon me. I have never ventured to this island before. This is called Berk, isn't it?
His eyes widen as if he has just remembered something of importance... He looks to you, urgency in his eyes.
Listen to me. My time runs short. I have strayed into the Dragonsblood, and even now, it's a struggle to speak to you. I have little magic left against Wieland. Please, you must help me break the Curse.
He grimaces in concentration and pain, and he appears to waver in your vision--as if he is slowly disappearing.
This is only a vision. Only a message in the form of a dream. When you wake, you must find me. I am in the Wilderness under the curse--
He lets out a cry now--but for a second, it sounds like a dragon's roar.
I import the last of my magic to each of you!
He reaches out, grunting as light rushes out from his palm and into your own. His form fluctuates rapidly now.
When you wake--find me! Please! For the sake of this world--find me!
With his energy spent, he disappears, leaving behind nothing but silence broken by the roar of a dragon--and for a second, you see before you a Timberjack. A Timberjack with blue eyes.
And then, you wake up.
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((Okay, hopefully that wasn't too cheesy or confusing. Here's a basic template for character creation using my character, Rovik.))
Name: Rovik Asmund
Title: Rovik the Strong
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Clan: Wind Riders (more on this later--this is a unique clan from far North)
Description: Six feet three, wears a brown leather longsleeve and matching leather pants under intricate bronze armor with various engravings on them. Has slightly tanned skin, dirty blond hair, blue eyes and a boyish face (he looks younger than he is).
Personality: You'll find out...
History: Let's just say the Wind Riders have an archenemy in the form of a sorcerer named Wieland. The rest, you'll have to find out yourself... >:)
Dragon Form: Timberjack, with scales colored the same as his hair. His underbelly is brownish-bronze, colored like his armor and clothing, and the tips of his wings are silver--like his swords. He also has blue eyes.
Dragon: A Typhoomerang named Typhoon.
Type of Magic/Power: (While HTTYD normally doesn't stray into magic, this roleplay is different. This section is for the power your character gained from Rovik--it is up to you what power your character got.) Telepathy--the only magic he has retained.