Ira, Demonlord of Wrath
Committed
Roleplay posts: 62
Age: Ancient
Physical Description: He stands upwards of 20ft tall with bright red, angry skin. Massive muscles dominate his large frame. Unlike many of his fellow demon lords, Ira has no human form, instead, he shrinks down if he needs to interact with the lesser immortals or mortals, or fit through a door without destroying it.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears demonic plate mail (not shown in pic) all the time. It is black in color, with silver highlights. Dried blood is a frequent feature on it as well, the blood of those who make him angry, an easy task to accomplish. He wields a flaming sword, matched by a barbed whip used to retrieve those who attempt to flee after incurring his ire.
Registered: Oct 15, 2016 11:02:32 GMT -8
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Post by Ira, Demonlord of Wrath on Dec 1, 2016 14:54:37 GMT -8
Ira contemplated this, Basacial had always been a crafty son of a bitch, and meeting him on his own turf for the first time in over a millennia was unlikely to end well for the Demonlord of Wrath.
"I will meet him on neutral ground. When does he want this to occur?"
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Tiandra, All Consuming
Established
Roleplay posts: 14
Age: 3,572
Physical Description: Tiandra is as alluring as any succubus. She has a curvaceous and toned figure. Alabaster skin, and flowing silver hair. Delicate features, with a pert nose, full lips, and alluring lavender eyes. Her demonic heritage is only obvious thanks to her large slightly curved horns, and crimson wings.
Normal appearance: https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/1c/7e/ee/1c7eee6db784900c035722a02b33abe7.jpg
Her battle form: https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/c5/cf/0a/c5cf0a040d5d50a8476a809494091084.jpg
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Clothes and Equipment: Tiandra wears the latest and finest fashion of hell. Her only weapon is an enchanted cat o' nine tails.
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Registered: Mar 11, 2016 10:19:10 GMT -8
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Post by Tiandra, All Consuming on Dec 1, 2016 17:25:36 GMT -8
Tiandra smiles at Ira's answer it seemed to convey her unspoken thought, you are smarter than you look. She curtsies and says formally. "My lord will meet you in two days at the Midnight Eclipse in Isra. He's deemed it suitable neutral ground." She suppresses a giggle at this revelation, Basacial certainly was a funny one wanting to meet in a human city.
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Ira, Demonlord of Wrath
Committed
Roleplay posts: 62
Age: Ancient
Physical Description: He stands upwards of 20ft tall with bright red, angry skin. Massive muscles dominate his large frame. Unlike many of his fellow demon lords, Ira has no human form, instead, he shrinks down if he needs to interact with the lesser immortals or mortals, or fit through a door without destroying it.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears demonic plate mail (not shown in pic) all the time. It is black in color, with silver highlights. Dried blood is a frequent feature on it as well, the blood of those who make him angry, an easy task to accomplish. He wields a flaming sword, matched by a barbed whip used to retrieve those who attempt to flee after incurring his ire.
Registered: Oct 15, 2016 11:02:32 GMT -8
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Post by Ira, Demonlord of Wrath on Dec 1, 2016 18:31:03 GMT -8
"Suppose it's about time I saw this much vaunted City of Isra. You may tell him I shall meet him there in two days time."
His tone implies a respectful dismissal without him outright saying it or implying that being thrown out would be less than respectful. He had heard of the place in question from what few agents he had sent out thus far, and had some plans that would require firsthand knowledge of the city in question. He could kill two birds with one stone in this trip. Ira would need to shrink down before that meeting however, as he was currently too large to fit into any human-sized place.
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Tiandra, All Consuming
Established
Roleplay posts: 14
Age: 3,572
Physical Description: Tiandra is as alluring as any succubus. She has a curvaceous and toned figure. Alabaster skin, and flowing silver hair. Delicate features, with a pert nose, full lips, and alluring lavender eyes. Her demonic heritage is only obvious thanks to her large slightly curved horns, and crimson wings.
Normal appearance: https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/1c/7e/ee/1c7eee6db784900c035722a02b33abe7.jpg
Her battle form: https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/c5/cf/0a/c5cf0a040d5d50a8476a809494091084.jpg
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Clothes and Equipment: Tiandra wears the latest and finest fashion of hell. Her only weapon is an enchanted cat o' nine tails.
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Registered: Mar 11, 2016 10:19:10 GMT -8
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Post by Tiandra, All Consuming on Dec 2, 2016 20:13:45 GMT -8
Tiandra flips her hair over her shoulder and smiles cruelly. "Of course you will." She pauses just long enough to make it seem like she taunting him before she continues. "You are most generous Lord Ira, I will advise my Lord immediately." She vanishes in another pillar of fire then.
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Ira, Demonlord of Wrath
Committed
Roleplay posts: 62
Age: Ancient
Physical Description: He stands upwards of 20ft tall with bright red, angry skin. Massive muscles dominate his large frame. Unlike many of his fellow demon lords, Ira has no human form, instead, he shrinks down if he needs to interact with the lesser immortals or mortals, or fit through a door without destroying it.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears demonic plate mail (not shown in pic) all the time. It is black in color, with silver highlights. Dried blood is a frequent feature on it as well, the blood of those who make him angry, an easy task to accomplish. He wields a flaming sword, matched by a barbed whip used to retrieve those who attempt to flee after incurring his ire.
Registered: Oct 15, 2016 11:02:32 GMT -8
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Post by Ira, Demonlord of Wrath on Apr 7, 2017 4:28:10 GMT -8
Wendy the Witch would find herself having been teleported in front of the throne of Ira himself. She would be seated at the foot of a long obsidian table, on top of which was a feast, the likes of which only the wealthiest could afford in the material plane. Ira sat at the head atop his massive throne. Wendy was not bound, for this realm belonged to Ira himself, and his power was infinite upon it. The only exits were several windows and the pair of massive brass doors behind her, closed shut and impossibly heavy. "Welcome Wendy the Witch, to the Fortress of Wrath," the guttural voice boomed across the hall. Kharn was nowhere to be found, he had other tasks to attend to.
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Wendy the Witch
Committed
That witchy, twitchy girl
Roleplay posts: 83
Age: 18
Physical Description: Grey hair, pale skin, brown eyes. Short.
Clothes and Equipment: Pictured, as well as a magical bag of holding that carries the other bits and pieces she needs, such as an assortment of books and scrolls, vials and jars, herbs and weeds, dried animal parts, a cauldron, a skull, candles, etc.
Registered: Mar 23, 2017 13:55:25 GMT -8
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Post by Wendy the Witch on Apr 7, 2017 7:17:19 GMT -8
It was fuzzy, all so fuzzy. There was a muted, throbbing pain in her head that urged her out of her uncomfortable sleep, making her moan slightly. Her silver-brown head fell back against the ornate carving of her chair and she opened her eyes, one side of her face sticky with blood from her hit.
She lifted a hand to cover the spot high on her forehead and let her gaze focus. She saw food, tons of ornate and gorgeous food, the smell of it divine, and no doubt the taste like mana from heaven.
But it was wrong, all wrong, and as the voice spoke to her, she dropped her hands and shoved out of her chair. Her expression was settled into one of hate, and her eyes began to glow green as she began to encant for a spell.
Her broom was not with her, no her grimoire, nor her hat, and her dress and stockings and body were muddy from where she'd fallen in battle, but her fighting spirit was in tact, it would seem.
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Ira, Demonlord of Wrath
Committed
Roleplay posts: 62
Age: Ancient
Physical Description: He stands upwards of 20ft tall with bright red, angry skin. Massive muscles dominate his large frame. Unlike many of his fellow demon lords, Ira has no human form, instead, he shrinks down if he needs to interact with the lesser immortals or mortals, or fit through a door without destroying it.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears demonic plate mail (not shown in pic) all the time. It is black in color, with silver highlights. Dried blood is a frequent feature on it as well, the blood of those who make him angry, an easy task to accomplish. He wields a flaming sword, matched by a barbed whip used to retrieve those who attempt to flee after incurring his ire.
Registered: Oct 15, 2016 11:02:32 GMT -8
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Post by Ira, Demonlord of Wrath on Apr 7, 2017 9:38:48 GMT -8
Ira laughed and suppressed her magic with no effort, the booming sound of his mirth drowning out the fizzing sound of her power being extinguished.
"So temperamental. But the hatred is good. You don't even acknowledge your host, or hear me out before attacking. Very rude. SIT DOWN." He yelled across the table, the volume enough to be painful in the large, enclosed space.
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Wendy the Witch
Committed
That witchy, twitchy girl
Roleplay posts: 83
Age: 18
Physical Description: Grey hair, pale skin, brown eyes. Short.
Clothes and Equipment: Pictured, as well as a magical bag of holding that carries the other bits and pieces she needs, such as an assortment of books and scrolls, vials and jars, herbs and weeds, dried animal parts, a cauldron, a skull, candles, etc.
Registered: Mar 23, 2017 13:55:25 GMT -8
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Post by Wendy the Witch on Apr 7, 2017 17:25:15 GMT -8
She felt the power that had been building inside her suddenly feel as if it was forced down, muted, turned off. The sudden emptiness within her made the young witch weak-kneed for a moment and her legs buckled beneath her. She caught herself with a stumble forward, and her hands reached out to grab upon the table. The sudden and shuddering movement caused platters of bountiful food near her to shiver and shift, decorative fruit rolling onto the floor and the course on top of the platter to slide half-way off and onto the table.
Wendy pushed up onto her elbows and cringed at the sound of his yell, her head ducking down and her pale hair swinging forward to shield her pretty face from view. She grit her teeth, and once it was over, she steadily pushed herself up to stand, a little bit winded with the sudden lack of magical connection.
"I am... almost 99 percent sure that I don't want to hear anything you have to say," Wendy said waspishly back to the demonlord, even though her insides were trembling. She was feisty -- and probably stupid -- but she was also afraid. She was one girl, and although she'd known that things weren't going to end well when she went after the dragons in Sugar Hollow, she figured that the worst that would happen is that she'd die there.
She didn't want to die in... well, wherever this place was. And she somehow had a feeling that killing her was the least this guy could do.
Her head turned to look at the doors and looked for windows and other exits.
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Ira, Demonlord of Wrath
Committed
Roleplay posts: 62
Age: Ancient
Physical Description: He stands upwards of 20ft tall with bright red, angry skin. Massive muscles dominate his large frame. Unlike many of his fellow demon lords, Ira has no human form, instead, he shrinks down if he needs to interact with the lesser immortals or mortals, or fit through a door without destroying it.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears demonic plate mail (not shown in pic) all the time. It is black in color, with silver highlights. Dried blood is a frequent feature on it as well, the blood of those who make him angry, an easy task to accomplish. He wields a flaming sword, matched by a barbed whip used to retrieve those who attempt to flee after incurring his ire.
Registered: Oct 15, 2016 11:02:32 GMT -8
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Post by Ira, Demonlord of Wrath on Apr 10, 2017 5:06:53 GMT -8
The doors were all held shut by Ira's will, he was in complete control of this part of Hell.
"That still leaves 1% of you. Do not tell me you are one of those good witches? Content to save the lives of those beneath you, rescuing those who by all rights should have died long ago? You are happy with such a life?"
He spoke more calmly now, noticing her looking for an exit. He waved his hand and the door behind her slammed open.
"There is no point in leaving, this dimension of Hell is sealed to the outside world, save by my power alone. In this room, none of my servants will kill you... should you leave...welll.."
Ira gestured outside, to where the open doors had attracted all manner of vile hellspawn, several of whom could fly.
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Wendy the Witch
Committed
That witchy, twitchy girl
Roleplay posts: 83
Age: 18
Physical Description: Grey hair, pale skin, brown eyes. Short.
Clothes and Equipment: Pictured, as well as a magical bag of holding that carries the other bits and pieces she needs, such as an assortment of books and scrolls, vials and jars, herbs and weeds, dried animal parts, a cauldron, a skull, candles, etc.
Registered: Mar 23, 2017 13:55:25 GMT -8
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Post by Wendy the Witch on Apr 10, 2017 10:36:30 GMT -8
She pushed to stand, leaning against the table and trying to ignore Ira's condescending tone. Getting angry wouldn't do anything. Neither would being afraid. She was shaking on the inside, but she had to remain strong. Or... well, as strong as she could given she'd just had this demon guy stamp out all her power.
She looked over as the doors opened and could see the hellish servants waiting there. Eeesh. With a glare, Wendy stood up right, tossed back her silver-brown hair from over her shoulders, and with all the dignity she could muster being as scraped up and bruised and muddy as she was, blood sticking to one side of her forehead, she sat with a wet plop in the seat Ira had told her to.
But she glared, so that he'd know that although she did as he commanded and obviously made a choice to stay in his presence, she was NOT happy about it.
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Ira, Demonlord of Wrath
Committed
Roleplay posts: 62
Age: Ancient
Physical Description: He stands upwards of 20ft tall with bright red, angry skin. Massive muscles dominate his large frame. Unlike many of his fellow demon lords, Ira has no human form, instead, he shrinks down if he needs to interact with the lesser immortals or mortals, or fit through a door without destroying it.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears demonic plate mail (not shown in pic) all the time. It is black in color, with silver highlights. Dried blood is a frequent feature on it as well, the blood of those who make him angry, an easy task to accomplish. He wields a flaming sword, matched by a barbed whip used to retrieve those who attempt to flee after incurring his ire.
Registered: Oct 15, 2016 11:02:32 GMT -8
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Post by Ira, Demonlord of Wrath on Apr 10, 2017 12:47:21 GMT -8
Anger only fueled his power, so her own ire at his actions were better than if she had been happy to be there.
"Go ahead and eat, you'll be here for a while, and the food is neither poisoned nor tainted. I do not resort to such underhanded tactics, unlike many of my so-called contemporaries. If I were to kill you, you never would have been brought here. All of my servants are willing, to force someone to serve you is dishonorable, and makes for ineffective and often rebellious servants."
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Wendy the Witch
Committed
That witchy, twitchy girl
Roleplay posts: 83
Age: 18
Physical Description: Grey hair, pale skin, brown eyes. Short.
Clothes and Equipment: Pictured, as well as a magical bag of holding that carries the other bits and pieces she needs, such as an assortment of books and scrolls, vials and jars, herbs and weeds, dried animal parts, a cauldron, a skull, candles, etc.
Registered: Mar 23, 2017 13:55:25 GMT -8
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Post by Wendy the Witch on Apr 10, 2017 16:10:16 GMT -8
She crossed her arms beneath her breasts, mud flaking off her as she glared across the distance at him. Her anger was simmering, but mostly it was a strong streak of defiance. She wasn't against him being evil -- although this guy was really, REALLY evil and she wasn't exactly kosher with that much evil in her daily diet -- but she was completely and totally and utterly against him trying to boss her around.
"I'm not hungry," she told him defiantly. "And you've licked one too many toads if you think I'm going to be a willing servant." She glanced down at a particularly scrumptious looking hunk of turkey leg. Sweets? It wasn't really Wendy's thing. Savory, however? Mm.
She cleared her throat and averted her gaze to look across the looong table of delicious prepared and enticingly scented food at the demonlord. "How do you know who I am?"
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Ira, Demonlord of Wrath
Committed
Roleplay posts: 62
Age: Ancient
Physical Description: He stands upwards of 20ft tall with bright red, angry skin. Massive muscles dominate his large frame. Unlike many of his fellow demon lords, Ira has no human form, instead, he shrinks down if he needs to interact with the lesser immortals or mortals, or fit through a door without destroying it.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears demonic plate mail (not shown in pic) all the time. It is black in color, with silver highlights. Dried blood is a frequent feature on it as well, the blood of those who make him angry, an easy task to accomplish. He wields a flaming sword, matched by a barbed whip used to retrieve those who attempt to flee after incurring his ire.
Registered: Oct 15, 2016 11:02:32 GMT -8
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Post by Ira, Demonlord of Wrath on Apr 12, 2017 4:15:48 GMT -8
"I have never licked a toad in the entirety of my long, long existence. Though I cannot imagine that would end well for the toad..." He muttered, now suddenly wondering what would happen if he were to do so.
He watched her eyeball the food, clearly preferring the savory, meaty options. A choice that surprised the Lord, but he was mildly impressed by it.
"I can read it in your aura. Willingly or not, I will accomplish my goals with you. Your decision is simply whether or not you would like to survive it. Incidentally, immortality is a boon I grant my servants, on the off chance you desired to be the best of your craft."
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Wendy the Witch
Committed
That witchy, twitchy girl
Roleplay posts: 83
Age: 18
Physical Description: Grey hair, pale skin, brown eyes. Short.
Clothes and Equipment: Pictured, as well as a magical bag of holding that carries the other bits and pieces she needs, such as an assortment of books and scrolls, vials and jars, herbs and weeds, dried animal parts, a cauldron, a skull, candles, etc.
Registered: Mar 23, 2017 13:55:25 GMT -8
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Post by Wendy the Witch on Apr 12, 2017 19:34:06 GMT -8
"It's a phrase," she told him in a deadpan voice when he began to question the toad thing.
She sat very still, and still very rebellious, in her ornate chair at one end of the humongously long table while he towered in the other one. It was a bit hard for her to be intimdated when fronds of decorative greenery and chalices of overflowing fruits sort of made it difficult to see him, but then she remembered that he quite easily switched off her powers and was more than willing to throw her to his hordes, and that good ol' fashion fear came crawling right back into her belly.
She cleared her throat and shifted a little in her seat when he mentioned that he could sense her willingness and she scoffed. SCOFFED! "Oh, that's what I've always wanted. To be someone's eternal servant." Another few deadpan remarks. It was probably not a good idea to sass the demon lord, but her mouth tended to get a little flippant when she was scared.
Defense mechanism and all.
"It's a very hard decision, but you know, I think I'm going to pass on that offer, there. So if you could just turn my power back on and let me back to my broom and hat -- I'm sure they're missing me -- I will be out of your... er, horns... and on my way." She unfolded her arms and moved to stand, like a polite guest saying their good byes.
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Ira, Demonlord of Wrath
Committed
Roleplay posts: 62
Age: Ancient
Physical Description: He stands upwards of 20ft tall with bright red, angry skin. Massive muscles dominate his large frame. Unlike many of his fellow demon lords, Ira has no human form, instead, he shrinks down if he needs to interact with the lesser immortals or mortals, or fit through a door without destroying it.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears demonic plate mail (not shown in pic) all the time. It is black in color, with silver highlights. Dried blood is a frequent feature on it as well, the blood of those who make him angry, an easy task to accomplish. He wields a flaming sword, matched by a barbed whip used to retrieve those who attempt to flee after incurring his ire.
Registered: Oct 15, 2016 11:02:32 GMT -8
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Post by Ira, Demonlord of Wrath on Apr 17, 2017 5:11:44 GMT -8
He grinned at her, a rather terrifying experience given that his mouth was almost entirely filled with fangs.
"And how precisely do you plan on doing that? Even if I were to dismiss the horde outside and allow you to leave, this entire dimension is my realm, and there are no permanent portals to any where else."
He stopped to rise up from his seat, resting a monstrous hand on top of his sword.
"I do not ask for an eternal servant, merely the one task. You are a witch, and in exchange for this one service, I am willing to provide you with something equal in value. I have no need for eternal witch or wizard servants, my goals are propagated in other ways. But occasionally I find myself in need of something that such beings cannot provide and that I am forbidden from doing by ancient law."
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Wendy the Witch
Committed
That witchy, twitchy girl
Roleplay posts: 83
Age: 18
Physical Description: Grey hair, pale skin, brown eyes. Short.
Clothes and Equipment: Pictured, as well as a magical bag of holding that carries the other bits and pieces she needs, such as an assortment of books and scrolls, vials and jars, herbs and weeds, dried animal parts, a cauldron, a skull, candles, etc.
Registered: Mar 23, 2017 13:55:25 GMT -8
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Post by Wendy the Witch on Apr 17, 2017 14:34:42 GMT -8
She was getting up... aaaaand then sat back down as he grinned that fang-like grin at her. She made it seem as if she had simply just changed her mind, but truth be told, her knees had turned to jelly. She cleared her throat and tried to appear with some dignity, although she was filthy.
"Well," she said and tried to rearrange the skirt of her dress primly, flakes of mud coming off it as she sniffed once and then raised her eyes to look across the massive dinner table at him. "I was hoping that I'd ask politely and you'd let me leave."
He rose from his seat and she immediately quieted down, her hands coming out to rest on the arms of her chair, fingers curving around the edges in a white-knuckled grip. "Fascinating," she said, and swallowed. She tried to toss her hair over her shoulder in a look of defiance, but the effect was a little ruined with the amount of clumpage of blood and mud in her hair. "And what exactly is it that you're looking for that you think I could possibly provide you with?"
Don't say demon baby, don't say demon baby, don't say demon baby...
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Ira, Demonlord of Wrath
Committed
Roleplay posts: 62
Age: Ancient
Physical Description: He stands upwards of 20ft tall with bright red, angry skin. Massive muscles dominate his large frame. Unlike many of his fellow demon lords, Ira has no human form, instead, he shrinks down if he needs to interact with the lesser immortals or mortals, or fit through a door without destroying it.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears demonic plate mail (not shown in pic) all the time. It is black in color, with silver highlights. Dried blood is a frequent feature on it as well, the blood of those who make him angry, an easy task to accomplish. He wields a flaming sword, matched by a barbed whip used to retrieve those who attempt to flee after incurring his ire.
Registered: Oct 15, 2016 11:02:32 GMT -8
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Post by Ira, Demonlord of Wrath on Apr 18, 2017 5:12:46 GMT -8
It was a good thing that Wendy did not utter that thought out loud, for the very concept was so utterly insulting to the Daemon Lord that he would have been liable to destroy her on the spot. The horde outside laughed at the idea of asking the Lord of Wrath politely to do anything, a raucous laughter that caused the door to slam shut in their faces.
"I need a portal opened to Hell, keyed to my forces that they may cross into the material world and incite conflict, rather than being limited to just being summoned by it. You need this portal to get out, I need it to send my demons through. In exchange I can grant you immortality, and should you die your soul would return here, at which point we will decide what to do with you, as you are not technically in my service, but the granting of immortality does mean I receive your soul upon your death."
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Wendy the Witch
Committed
That witchy, twitchy girl
Roleplay posts: 83
Age: 18
Physical Description: Grey hair, pale skin, brown eyes. Short.
Clothes and Equipment: Pictured, as well as a magical bag of holding that carries the other bits and pieces she needs, such as an assortment of books and scrolls, vials and jars, herbs and weeds, dried animal parts, a cauldron, a skull, candles, etc.
Registered: Mar 23, 2017 13:55:25 GMT -8
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Post by Wendy the Witch on Apr 19, 2017 7:19:54 GMT -8
For a moment, she could only blink and stare, even as the solid slamming of those massive doors resounded in the impressively hellish hall. Her stomach was doing knots, and she was very afraid... But what else could she do? She could be cowed by her fear, or rise to it.
And she had to be clever. She couldn't afford to become some pansy just because an overlord of demonic wrath and fury with a legion of diabolical demons just told her that she'd have to open a portal so he could lay a scourge upon thw world whenever he felt like it -- she took a breath to calm her nerves.
Also, she didn't like that her soul would be tied to this place.
"Well, as you know, I can barely do a spot of magic given you've taken it away," she responded to him. "And I'll need my grimoire. And my hat." Pause. "And my broom. And a bath. I can't possibly do any magic without one of those. And some rest, please." She shifted. "In that order."
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Ira, Demonlord of Wrath
Committed
Roleplay posts: 62
Age: Ancient
Physical Description: He stands upwards of 20ft tall with bright red, angry skin. Massive muscles dominate his large frame. Unlike many of his fellow demon lords, Ira has no human form, instead, he shrinks down if he needs to interact with the lesser immortals or mortals, or fit through a door without destroying it.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears demonic plate mail (not shown in pic) all the time. It is black in color, with silver highlights. Dried blood is a frequent feature on it as well, the blood of those who make him angry, an easy task to accomplish. He wields a flaming sword, matched by a barbed whip used to retrieve those who attempt to flee after incurring his ire.
Registered: Oct 15, 2016 11:02:32 GMT -8
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Post by Ira, Demonlord of Wrath on Apr 19, 2017 7:48:21 GMT -8
Ira paused to consider the requests, seeing sense in a couple of them, but also noting that she had ulterior motives for wanting them. A sigh and a muttering about mages always needing all their little toys, and her hat and broom appeared next to her from wherever they were at the time.
"You may have your stick and hat, and I have not taken your magic, even I cannot forcibly extract it from a living person without killing them. I merely silenced that spell. You have been free to cast magic the entire time."
Of course there were wards and such preventing anyone but Ira from summoning anything or teleporting away. There was nothing preventing banishment, but it would be pointless to do here, as this is the very place they were banished to.
"There is a bed in the corner should you need rest, and a bath as well."
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Wendy the Witch
Committed
That witchy, twitchy girl
Roleplay posts: 83
Age: 18
Physical Description: Grey hair, pale skin, brown eyes. Short.
Clothes and Equipment: Pictured, as well as a magical bag of holding that carries the other bits and pieces she needs, such as an assortment of books and scrolls, vials and jars, herbs and weeds, dried animal parts, a cauldron, a skull, candles, etc.
Registered: Mar 23, 2017 13:55:25 GMT -8
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Post by Wendy the Witch on Apr 19, 2017 8:09:15 GMT -8
I have not taken your magic, even I cannot forcibly extract it from a living person without killing them.
"..." "Oh."
And she knew that, actually. She'd just forgotten in the face of... Fangs and... Evil. She cleared her throat and was about to speak again when her broom and hat were summoned from where ever they were...
... And brought to the dining hall from where they had been fighting in Sugar Hollow. Ribbon ends were slapping at broom and hat like hands, and the items were whirling around. The hat threw the broom at the table and it smacked into the food, sending it spraying everywhere before the hat dove onto the broom and began to restle with it.
Silverware clattered, entire platters clanged onto the floor, empty glasses shattered as the hat and broom brawled with each other.
Wendy was speecless for a moment, splattered now in mud AND food, and then she shook her head and stood, slapping her hands on the table. "That is enough!!"
The broom and the hat immediately went still, and then flew away from each other, hovering in the air and seemingly to look at Wendy. Then, one ribbon arm each pointed at the other, as if to say -- she started it!
Wendy glared. "I don't care WHICH of you started it, I'm finishing it."
The broom and the hat began to shake and twitch, their ribbon arms gesturing wildly and Wendy crossed her arms. "I don't want to hear it. Apologize to each other. Immediately!"
The hat and broom seemed defiant.
"Immediately!" Wendy repeated.
Both seemed to wilt and then turn reluctantly to each other. They held out hesitant ribbon arms, shook them quickly and retracted just as quickly. Wendy smiled.
"There now, was that so hard?"
The broom and hat turned away from each other. The broom subtly wiped its ribbon arm on its bristles, as if wiping away the hat's handshake while the hat used its ribbon hands to fix its lop-sided bow.
Then... Wendy became aware of their audience, and the food fight mess in the hall. She blushed beneath the mud and blood on her face. "We'll clean this up..." she said with a nervous laugh.
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