Fol-lu, Skywarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 123 
Age: Pretty Dang Old
Physical Description: Fol-lu has two forms, one which is his human form. In this form, he appears as an elegant looking man standing at an even 6’0’’ with long black hair. This is only his preferred mortal form, however, and he can take others if need be.
His draconic form is is that of an enormous feathered dragon, with a gleaming golden gem (the Dragon's Tear) embedded in his forehead, just between two golden eyes. The gem radiates with magical power, granted only to the Skywarden. The Skywarden's true form is roughly 200 feet long, and it is in this form that he is most powerful. He has the ability to decrease the size of this form at will.
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Clothes and Equipment: Fol-lu wears whatever is appropriate for the situation, whether that be a garb of silken finery or a set of comfortable traveling clothes. He also wears armor in battle at times, and commonly uses a polearm of legendary qualities. The weapon’s shaft is about as long as a short spear, except it is tipped with a long single edged blade that curves upwards at the tip for increased slashing power, this weapon is commonly referred to as a glaive. His weapon and armor can be summoned at will through the use of magic, since carrying around such things are an inconvenience one with power such as Fol-lu's does not have to deal with.
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Post by Fol-lu, Skywarden on Dec 1, 2016 14:31:04 GMT -8
Fol-lu would pause just before the barrier, as he was not ignorant as to it's existence, and would step forward when it no longer stood in his way. Fol-lu would then place the Beggar's Eye onto the desk, then he would stand there silently, staring down at where Basacial sat at his desk.
"So do you have my Tear?"
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Basacial, Demonlord of Greed
Committed
Roleplay posts: 80
Age: Negotiable.
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4, with the lithe build of a swordsmen, Basacial is an imposing sight. With his crimson hair, glowing red eyes, and massive bat like wings. He has features that were carefully constructed to be attractive. Long pointed ears, high check bones, and a powerful jaw.
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Clothes and Equipment: Impeccably dressed in the latest fashion, of hell. His favored weapon is his gold pen, which he can turn into a scythe.
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Registered: Feb 21, 2016 10:40:46 GMT -8
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Post by Basacial, Demonlord of Greed on Dec 2, 2016 20:56:40 GMT -8
"The contract was clear, you get the tear once the eye is in my possession." Basacial extends his hand and raises an eyebrow expectantly. "Though I do find it cute how you keep acting like we are equals in these exchanges. I mean it took you until you were faced with the consequences of your actions to realize that making deals with a demon was a." He gasps then. "A bad thing." The smile he graces Fol-lu with is cruel and condescending. "Trust me, you've made this world a worse place by helping me."
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Fol-lu, Skywarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 123
Age: Pretty Dang Old
Physical Description: Fol-lu has two forms, one which is his human form. In this form, he appears as an elegant looking man standing at an even 6’0’’ with long black hair. This is only his preferred mortal form, however, and he can take others if need be.
His draconic form is is that of an enormous feathered dragon, with a gleaming golden gem (the Dragon's Tear) embedded in his forehead, just between two golden eyes. The gem radiates with magical power, granted only to the Skywarden. The Skywarden's true form is roughly 200 feet long, and it is in this form that he is most powerful. He has the ability to decrease the size of this form at will.
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Clothes and Equipment: Fol-lu wears whatever is appropriate for the situation, whether that be a garb of silken finery or a set of comfortable traveling clothes. He also wears armor in battle at times, and commonly uses a polearm of legendary qualities. The weapon’s shaft is about as long as a short spear, except it is tipped with a long single edged blade that curves upwards at the tip for increased slashing power, this weapon is commonly referred to as a glaive. His weapon and armor can be summoned at will through the use of magic, since carrying around such things are an inconvenience one with power such as Fol-lu's does not have to deal with.
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Post by Fol-lu, Skywarden on Dec 3, 2016 16:29:26 GMT -8
Fol-lu would stare at the demon blankly as he held out his hand, as he had just placed the beggar's eye on the desk right in front of him. The demon spoke in his usual way of speaking that Fol-lu had come to characterize him by, in a way.
"I'm sure... I'm sure you'll make much more of an impact on the overworld than you have previously," he replied, the tone of his voice perhaps indicating Fol-lu doubted this to an extent, which did not make giving the demon a powerful artifact any more reassuring, though.
"Now.... I've brought the Beggar's Eye as was required in return for the Tear," Fol-lu made sure to gesture to the artifact which sat on the desk this time, "So at this juncture, I've provided my end of the deal, and I do intend on moving forward with this deal."
Fol-lu would cross his arms then, "I do, in fact, look forward to being free of this contract."
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Basacial, Demonlord of Greed
Committed
Roleplay posts: 80
Age: Negotiable.
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4, with the lithe build of a swordsmen, Basacial is an imposing sight. With his crimson hair, glowing red eyes, and massive bat like wings. He has features that were carefully constructed to be attractive. Long pointed ears, high check bones, and a powerful jaw.
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Clothes and Equipment: Impeccably dressed in the latest fashion, of hell. His favored weapon is his gold pen, which he can turn into a scythe.
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Registered: Feb 21, 2016 10:40:46 GMT -8
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Post by Basacial, Demonlord of Greed on Dec 5, 2016 13:42:50 GMT -8
Basacial rubs his face in mock exasperation, he then reaches out and touches the item Fol-lu placed on his desk. There is an audible sizzling noise and he removes his finger. "That, isn't the Beggers Eye, the eye might be inside of it but that isn't the eye. You can tell because if it was the eye you would be filled with an intense desire to possesses it. The eye is a mass of concentrated demonic greed magic, that is what it does. So open it up and let's see if you fulfilled your end of the bargain." The crystal they'd brought sits ominously in the middle of the desk, assuming that Fol-lu did as requested and broke the gem an eye would fall out. It was yellow and fleshy and it's hourglass pupil seems to draw attention, it would fill Fol-lu and Va'nei with a desire to pick it up and stare into it that would be hard but not impossible to resist.
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Fol-lu, Skywarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 123
Age: Pretty Dang Old
Physical Description: Fol-lu has two forms, one which is his human form. In this form, he appears as an elegant looking man standing at an even 6’0’’ with long black hair. This is only his preferred mortal form, however, and he can take others if need be.
His draconic form is is that of an enormous feathered dragon, with a gleaming golden gem (the Dragon's Tear) embedded in his forehead, just between two golden eyes. The gem radiates with magical power, granted only to the Skywarden. The Skywarden's true form is roughly 200 feet long, and it is in this form that he is most powerful. He has the ability to decrease the size of this form at will.
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Clothes and Equipment: Fol-lu wears whatever is appropriate for the situation, whether that be a garb of silken finery or a set of comfortable traveling clothes. He also wears armor in battle at times, and commonly uses a polearm of legendary qualities. The weapon’s shaft is about as long as a short spear, except it is tipped with a long single edged blade that curves upwards at the tip for increased slashing power, this weapon is commonly referred to as a glaive. His weapon and armor can be summoned at will through the use of magic, since carrying around such things are an inconvenience one with power such as Fol-lu's does not have to deal with.
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Post by Fol-lu, Skywarden on Dec 6, 2016 10:37:15 GMT -8
Fol-lu would raise his brow, somewhat surprised that the gem wasn't the eye itself. Still he would pick up the gem in his hand and begin to squeeze the gem. When he found that his normal strength was not enough, a spike of mana could be felt in the surroundings as he magically enhanced his strength even further until eventually the gem cracked and came apart.
Opening the cracked gem, Fol-lu would be surprised once again to find an actual eyeball plop onto the desk. He had thought the Beggar's Eye was a gem, as people oft gave gems such as these fanciful names. He would no doubt feel the aura of greed that emanated from it.
However, no matter how much Fol-lu thought he wanted to snatch the eye off the table, he still was able to stop himself as he knew that surely would mean not only his death, but Va'nei's as well. The contract would be violated, and that would give the demon an advantage in a fight.
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Basacial, Demonlord of Greed
Committed
Roleplay posts: 80
Age: Negotiable.
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4, with the lithe build of a swordsmen, Basacial is an imposing sight. With his crimson hair, glowing red eyes, and massive bat like wings. He has features that were carefully constructed to be attractive. Long pointed ears, high check bones, and a powerful jaw.
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Clothes and Equipment: Impeccably dressed in the latest fashion, of hell. His favored weapon is his gold pen, which he can turn into a scythe.
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Registered: Feb 21, 2016 10:40:46 GMT -8
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Post by Basacial, Demonlord of Greed on Dec 7, 2016 16:48:42 GMT -8
"Ah, excellent," Basacial says with a smile as he plucks the eye from the table and tosses it into his mouth. There is a squishy, soft, pop as it explodes in his mouth and he groans in pleasure. The demonic energy of the eye releases into him and he can feel his power grown exponentially. Perhaps as much as a fifty percent increase, there had been a natural synergy between himself and the eye. "Well, there we are, the first part of the deal done and over with." Snapping his fingers the room warps and stretches becoming longer and taller. Once it is large enough he motions and the Dragon's Tear appears, it was still as large as it had been when they faced Artem. Which is to say nearly thirty feet long and twenty wide. "As promised." He smiles wickedly at Fol-lu.
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Fol-lu, Skywarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 123
Age: Pretty Dang Old
Physical Description: Fol-lu has two forms, one which is his human form. In this form, he appears as an elegant looking man standing at an even 6’0’’ with long black hair. This is only his preferred mortal form, however, and he can take others if need be.
His draconic form is is that of an enormous feathered dragon, with a gleaming golden gem (the Dragon's Tear) embedded in his forehead, just between two golden eyes. The gem radiates with magical power, granted only to the Skywarden. The Skywarden's true form is roughly 200 feet long, and it is in this form that he is most powerful. He has the ability to decrease the size of this form at will.
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Clothes and Equipment: Fol-lu wears whatever is appropriate for the situation, whether that be a garb of silken finery or a set of comfortable traveling clothes. He also wears armor in battle at times, and commonly uses a polearm of legendary qualities. The weapon’s shaft is about as long as a short spear, except it is tipped with a long single edged blade that curves upwards at the tip for increased slashing power, this weapon is commonly referred to as a glaive. His weapon and armor can be summoned at will through the use of magic, since carrying around such things are an inconvenience one with power such as Fol-lu's does not have to deal with.
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Post by Fol-lu, Skywarden on Dec 7, 2016 19:48:04 GMT -8
There it stood before him, the Dragon's Tear in all of its glory. The gem was massive, its size dominating the room, the golden light it emanated bathing the room in its light. Fol-lu could feel the same senation he felt within the Century Dungeon once again at that moment, the ever present pull that seemed to grasp at his very soul and attract him to whatever force lie within the gem's depths.
Fol-lu would walk up to the gem now, placing one of his hands upon its smooth unyielding surface, and staring into its depths. Immediately, the gem seemed to react, the golden light within the golden gem growing brighter and brighter by the moment, and an intense energy began to emanate from the Dragon's Tear. The room would be engulfed by a blinding golden light then for a few long seconds, obscuring Fol-lu from view until it faded. Once the light did indeed fade, Basacial would find the massive gem to have disappeared, leaving only Fol-lu standing in its place.
His eyes still glowed with an intense energy that extended past his form in a small yet intense vortex before that too became confined within his form, and once the process was done, the room would seem to fall eerily quiet for a few brief moments in the absence of the sound of pure magical energy radiating through the air.
Something clearly seemed different about Fol-lu, despite him physically appearing to be the same, and he had a look of deep concern upon his features as he turned to face Basacial.
"I must go, quickly. Basacial, you may summon me when it is time to fulfill our contract once and for all."
With that Fol-lu open a portal of some sort, the gateway materializing in a golden swirl of mana from the air before opening to reveal what appeared to be a star filled night sky. Fol-lu would step through said portal.
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Tyrell
Established
Roleplay posts: 25
Physical Description: Stands at a towering fifteen feet and wields an appropriately sized sword His body is covered completely in pearly white armor composed of multiple plates to give its wearer a surprising amount of flexibility. The actual body of Tyrell appears to be composed of a dark grayish stone type substance, the only visible part of this stony body normally being his face with his helmet doesn’t completely cover. He can also unfurl a massive pair of white wings that are normally obscured by the large cape he wears.
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Clothes and Equipment: White colored plate armor, dark blue waterproof cloak, a finely made longsword that is about nine feet in length, and a metal round shield with a diameter of about four feet.
Registered: Jul 20, 2017 9:45:30 GMT -8
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Post by Tyrell on Oct 29, 2017 17:47:29 GMT -8
Tyrell stood at the crossroads, his cape billowing out behind him slightly. He was to meet with Basacial today, the demonlord of greed. From what his master had told him of the Hellscape, Basacial was by far the most dangerous demonlord there. Although he might not be as physically imposing or intimidating as some of them, his achievements spoke for themselves. And now, Tyrell was about to strike a deal with this creature.
In his right hand, Tyrell held a human body, the human's neck hanging limply at a lopsided angle. It was unfortunate he had to kill the man, but it was needed for the ritual he had heard could bring him to Basacial. Hopefully, it would work and the man’s death wouldn’t be for naught. With a few kicks of his foot, Tyrell had formed what he considered a satisfactory hole, shoving the dirt away from the sides of it with his metal-clad shoe.
He had no blood, nor hair, nor saliva to give for the ritual, that is why he had to use this mans in place of his own. Deftly moving one fingertip along the man’s wrist, Tyrell let a bit of blood spill into the hole. Taking grasp of a strand of hair, the large armored shape dropped the single hair into the hole next. Finally, he pulled the man's mouth open, resulting in a rather sickening crack from the jaw that had been previously clenched shut, a glob of drool falling into the hole.
Having no more use for the body, Tyrell chucked it into a nearby patch of grass where it landed with a muffled thud. Slowly turning around in a circle, Tyrell waited in silence to see if the ritual would work.
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Basacial, Demonlord of Greed
Committed
Roleplay posts: 80
Age: Negotiable.
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4, with the lithe build of a swordsmen, Basacial is an imposing sight. With his crimson hair, glowing red eyes, and massive bat like wings. He has features that were carefully constructed to be attractive. Long pointed ears, high check bones, and a powerful jaw.
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Clothes and Equipment: Impeccably dressed in the latest fashion, of hell. His favored weapon is his gold pen, which he can turn into a scythe.
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Registered: Feb 21, 2016 10:40:46 GMT -8
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Post by Basacial, Demonlord of Greed on Oct 29, 2017 17:59:22 GMT -8
When Tyrell turned there was a simple plain brick building before him. Windowless and unassuming the front set with a single heavy oak door held together with iron slats. It was an ugly building and would have looked utterly at home in the warehouse district in any city. However, Tyrell being what he was would recall that there had been no such building behind him when he'd started the ritual. Indeed, there had been a few large rocks and a tree in the area it occupied. It was a neat trick.
The door awaits Tyrell's approach and when he does it swings open. Somehow, despite seeming to be an ordinarily sized door, the titanic figure would not need to crouch to get in. Inside was a plain office that could have belonged to any clerk in any city you care to name. The only remarkable thing was the man behind the desk. Tall, unnaturally handsome, with long red hair, in elaborate clothing, befitting someone trying to say I am a demon. In his hands a gold pen that he is using to sketch along long scroll of parchment.
"So what deal have you come to strike today?" The voice is smooth, powerful, almost seductive even to one such as Tyrell. It was the voice of someone with power. A power granted not by the providence of birth but from long hard years spent working to acquire it. It has a confidence that only one who has surmounted all obstacles life has presented them to get where they are can possess. In short, it was the voice of the kind of creature Tyrell's master had warned him of, the voice of someone whose main weapon was not force but simple diabolical guile.
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Tyrell
Established
Roleplay posts: 25
Physical Description: Stands at a towering fifteen feet and wields an appropriately sized sword His body is covered completely in pearly white armor composed of multiple plates to give its wearer a surprising amount of flexibility. The actual body of Tyrell appears to be composed of a dark grayish stone type substance, the only visible part of this stony body normally being his face with his helmet doesn’t completely cover. He can also unfurl a massive pair of white wings that are normally obscured by the large cape he wears.
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Clothes and Equipment: White colored plate armor, dark blue waterproof cloak, a finely made longsword that is about nine feet in length, and a metal round shield with a diameter of about four feet.
Registered: Jul 20, 2017 9:45:30 GMT -8
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Post by Tyrell on Oct 29, 2017 18:26:09 GMT -8
As expected, this place was of a magical nature, most of the places he was going to be sent most likely would be. For those were the places that possessed the things that would allow him to prove himself. Turning his gaze towards Basacial as the demonlord came into view, two glowing specks were the only thing visible from underneath the helmet.
The demonlord’s presence alone let Tyrell know he had come to the correct place, although his appearance only helped cement the titan's thoughts that he was speaking to the genuine article. Now he must strike a deal with this creature, to prove his worth, to prove his usefulness…
Basacial might notice a hint of hesitation from the armored creature, a silence just a touch too long. The moment was over quickly, however, and Tyrell addressed Basacial in a rather ordinary-sounding voice, one that could be possessed by a middle-aged man you might find in a market. The tone was even, perhaps with a hint of respect in it.
“You are the Demonlord of Greed, Basacial I presume. As you have said, I come here to strike a deal with you. I should add, however, if all goes well I hope for more than just one deal. I have doubts what I am here for can be negotiated in such a neat little package. I desire something you have in abundance, power. Power comes in many forms, of course, but that is why I have come to you. Others could give me pieces of what I want, but I suspect you can fulfill all my desires, with the right deal that is.”
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Basacial, Demonlord of Greed
Committed
Roleplay posts: 80
Age: Negotiable.
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4, with the lithe build of a swordsmen, Basacial is an imposing sight. With his crimson hair, glowing red eyes, and massive bat like wings. He has features that were carefully constructed to be attractive. Long pointed ears, high check bones, and a powerful jaw.
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Clothes and Equipment: Impeccably dressed in the latest fashion, of hell. His favored weapon is his gold pen, which he can turn into a scythe.
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Registered: Feb 21, 2016 10:40:46 GMT -8
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Post by Basacial, Demonlord of Greed on Oct 29, 2017 18:50:38 GMT -8
The request gets a snort of derision from Basacial. "The tin man comes asking for power to prove himself to those that wound him up and set him upon this world. How amusing. However, tin man didn't you know..." The demon says this all in a casual tone though he observes the thing curiously. He was guessing that the construct well sentient still worked for someone. One didn't usually make a thing like Tyrell and set him into the world without watching them and giving orders.
"Power takes many forms. Knowledge, political, magical, might and so many more. Sometimes power is overt. For example, you've stepped into my domain where space bends to my will. It means that if we fought your destruction would be almost assured by simple expedience of my utter control of this domain." As if to emphasize the point the ceiling comes down towards Tyrell's head brushing the top of his helm before returning to its former elevation.
The demon finally looks up from the scroll. "Other times power is subtle. An object left in plain sight to remind a person of better days, to make them remember better times. Improving their mood and making them more amicable during a negotiation." Twirling his pen he smiles. "Or swapping out a ballot box to change the results of a vote while no one is looking."
The demon's attention returns to his scroll and he continues to write. "So the question is, what kind of power have you been sent to collect tin man? The better question is what do you think one such as you can offer me to make me give it to you?" There is a sinister undertone of delight in the creatures tone. He was clearly enjoying this conversation that bordered on open scorn for the construct.
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Tyrell
Established
Roleplay posts: 25
Physical Description: Stands at a towering fifteen feet and wields an appropriately sized sword His body is covered completely in pearly white armor composed of multiple plates to give its wearer a surprising amount of flexibility. The actual body of Tyrell appears to be composed of a dark grayish stone type substance, the only visible part of this stony body normally being his face with his helmet doesn’t completely cover. He can also unfurl a massive pair of white wings that are normally obscured by the large cape he wears.
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Clothes and Equipment: White colored plate armor, dark blue waterproof cloak, a finely made longsword that is about nine feet in length, and a metal round shield with a diameter of about four feet.
Registered: Jul 20, 2017 9:45:30 GMT -8
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Post by Tyrell on Oct 29, 2017 19:23:00 GMT -8
Tyrell listened in silence to Basacial’s rather inflammatory statements towards him, not making so much as a movement as the ceiling lowered down in a rather dangerous manner. There was almost a certain weariness that hung around the creature as Basacial addressed him.
“I have not been apart of this world for long, I lack the experience that many others would take for granted. The power I seek from you at the present is simple might. Political power, long forgotten knowledge, such things are currently beyond my current experience to make use of. For now…”
There was also the matter of what he would offer Basacial. The demonlord already possessed a great many things, the usual bartering tools wouldn’t hold as much sway with him. Tyrell needed to try and make an offer from a different angle, appeal to the demonlord's sadistic side. He could almost physically feel the demons glee at mocking him, perhaps he could use that.
“I don’t simply ask for you to hand me the power in exchange for something I will give you. That would be far too easy for me and boring for you. I ask that you task me with something that will give me the strength I desire while also benefitting you in some way. Of course, just the pure benefit to you might not be enough for you to feel inclined to agree to such a deal, which is why I shall highlight this point. Giving me such a task will give you the pleasure to watch a creature such as myself struggle as I desperately attempt to complete your task. Perhaps I’ve misjudged you, but I get the feeling you might like watching others put on a show for you.”
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Basacial, Demonlord of Greed
Committed
Roleplay posts: 80
Age: Negotiable.
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4, with the lithe build of a swordsmen, Basacial is an imposing sight. With his crimson hair, glowing red eyes, and massive bat like wings. He has features that were carefully constructed to be attractive. Long pointed ears, high check bones, and a powerful jaw.
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Clothes and Equipment: Impeccably dressed in the latest fashion, of hell. His favored weapon is his gold pen, which he can turn into a scythe.
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Registered: Feb 21, 2016 10:40:46 GMT -8
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Post by Basacial, Demonlord of Greed on Oct 29, 2017 19:41:50 GMT -8
Basacial once again looks up from his contract, tipping his chair back to study Tyrell. His expression is bored, evidently whatever malevolent glee he was getting out of this was dissipating. Having someone volunteer to suffer was so... dull. However, that didn't mean that there wasn't potential in all of this. Potential for something that may cause a bit of chaos down the line.
"Trust me when I say that understanding just what amuses me is..." He twirls his pen. "Well not beyond you, but certainly not within the scope of your young worldview at this time. I am sure that you've been told that I am evil. I won't feed you a speech about how such things are subjective, even though they are I will freely admit. I am evil. However, just like with power evil has layers and nuances. As does good." He shrugs and finally tips his chair back to eye the armoured hulk.
"You have me curious. You were made for a purpose. Based on what you've told me at least part of that purpose is being challenged to help you grow in power. Since I imagine whoever created you could have just made you more powerful if that was their goal. I imagine it might be to help you become more of a real boy but that is just speculation on my part. So now we get to the meat of the matter, do I want to help your mysterious master. Hinder them. Or... do I want to help you?"
He gives Tyrell that utterly malevolent smile again. "There is, at the bottom of the ocean a shard of... Well, reality. You see when a plane is created there are some after effects and on some worlds, shards of creation itself get embedded. They are almost always near irretrievable and even if they can be acquired there us is questionable at best. Go fetch it for me tinman, it should be easy enough for you. Bring it back and I will grant you power." Of course, it wouldn't be that easy considering the kinds of things that lived under the ocean. Also, the relative depth he'd be going to was the kind that resulted in iron being crushed into a ball, but Tyrell has said he'd wanted to struggle.
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Tyrell
Established
Roleplay posts: 25
Physical Description: Stands at a towering fifteen feet and wields an appropriately sized sword His body is covered completely in pearly white armor composed of multiple plates to give its wearer a surprising amount of flexibility. The actual body of Tyrell appears to be composed of a dark grayish stone type substance, the only visible part of this stony body normally being his face with his helmet doesn’t completely cover. He can also unfurl a massive pair of white wings that are normally obscured by the large cape he wears.
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Clothes and Equipment: White colored plate armor, dark blue waterproof cloak, a finely made longsword that is about nine feet in length, and a metal round shield with a diameter of about four feet.
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Post by Tyrell on Oct 29, 2017 20:06:55 GMT -8
“I just killed a harmless farmer to complete the ritual required to see you, I suspect that means many humans would view me as evil for doing such a thing. Morality is of little concern to me, perhaps this will change as I gain experience, but for the present, you being good or evil doesn’t make much of a difference to me. The fact you are powerful and more importantly the way in which you gained your power, that is what brought me here.”
Tyrell pondered for a moment if perhaps one day he would regret these words. Although it was true at the moment he had no care for morales, what if down the line he started to, how could his present actions affect his future self?
“Become more of a real boy? I’m unsure what you mean by that, but I do hope you will choose to help me in the end. I suspect the other alternatives won’t end as well for me.”
As Basacial told Tyrell what he wished him to do, the ironclad titan stiffened slightly, his posture more alert. Going underwater to find a shard, it sounded like quite the experience. Difficult, yes, but that’s what he needed to grow. He possessed some abilities already, but using them properly was another matter.
“Very well, I shall retrieve this ‘shard of reality’ for you. I assume you have an idea of where it is or a way to approximate its location? Although perhaps you wish to see me wandering the oceans for several millennia's.”
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Basacial, Demonlord of Greed
Committed
Roleplay posts: 80
Age: Negotiable.
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4, with the lithe build of a swordsmen, Basacial is an imposing sight. With his crimson hair, glowing red eyes, and massive bat like wings. He has features that were carefully constructed to be attractive. Long pointed ears, high check bones, and a powerful jaw.
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Clothes and Equipment: Impeccably dressed in the latest fashion, of hell. His favored weapon is his gold pen, which he can turn into a scythe.
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Registered: Feb 21, 2016 10:40:46 GMT -8
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Post by Basacial, Demonlord of Greed on Oct 29, 2017 20:38:34 GMT -8
"Killing someone in pursuit of a goal." Basacial muses on this for a moment. "I doubt your capacity for intent includes malevolence, not yet anyway." His voice trails off for a moment and then he chuckles. That he was plotting something was obvious. That his speaking aloud was not a careless gesture but rather a deliberate one was less obvious. However, Tyrell may pick up on it since it was likely the demon lord did nothing by accident.
"Watching you wandering around for several millennia sounds dull. If that was my goal I'd send you off and then forget about you." Basacial says with a dismissive wave. "You want the deepest part of the ocean just go to the coast and start walking. You'll eventually come to a trench large enough to fit a few hundred castles into. The shard is at the bottom near a lave vent. If you start walking from Isra and go directly to the coast from the gates, you'll land within a few mile of the geyser. Shouldn't take you longer than a few weeks."
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Tyrell
Established
Roleplay posts: 25
Physical Description: Stands at a towering fifteen feet and wields an appropriately sized sword His body is covered completely in pearly white armor composed of multiple plates to give its wearer a surprising amount of flexibility. The actual body of Tyrell appears to be composed of a dark grayish stone type substance, the only visible part of this stony body normally being his face with his helmet doesn’t completely cover. He can also unfurl a massive pair of white wings that are normally obscured by the large cape he wears.
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Clothes and Equipment: White colored plate armor, dark blue waterproof cloak, a finely made longsword that is about nine feet in length, and a metal round shield with a diameter of about four feet.
Registered: Jul 20, 2017 9:45:30 GMT -8
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Post by Tyrell on Oct 30, 2017 9:47:50 GMT -8
Tyrell felt inclined to agree with the demonlord’s assessment that his actions didn’t possess any strong feelings behind them. He simply did what needed to be done. He hadn’t really felt anything when killing the farmer, perhaps slightly sorry for him, but nothing more.
“Very well, I shall start this task immediately then. Hopefully, it won’t take longer than you expect.”
Turning around so his back is to Basacial, Tyrell walks over to the door in a few strides, exiting the magical residences of the Demonlord of Greed. Now, he just needed to get to the ocean. From underneath his cloak, a pair of white wings unfurled, what they were made out of wasn’t quite clear, but they were quite sizable. After a few experimental flaps of them, Tyrell begins gaining altitude before gliding off towards his destination.
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