Ira, Demonlord of Wrath
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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 20, 2017 5:09:03 GMT -8
Fucking mages. Always enchanting things that did not need to be enchanted.
"No need." He growled, and the whole thing disappeared.
"Keep control of your things or I will burn the lot of you for eternity and find another mage to do the job."
His tone brooked no argument, and his anger was legendary, shenanigans performed in his presence were not tolerated.
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Wendy the Witch
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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 23, 2017 21:56:33 GMT -8
Wendy quickly reached out and took a hold of both items when Ira spoke to them in his commanding voice. It put a little more fear within her, but not in the enchanted items that would no doubt take offense.
"Of course," Wendy said, feeling agreeable if only because she didn't want to be burned for eternity. She took them to the corner where a bath waited and was about to ask if he expected her to do it in front of him when she remembered that she still had her powers. A quiet murmur, and a screen came up as Wendy stripped and got into the water, hastily scrubbing herself down and turning all of it muddy.
Her broom and hat were leaning against the screen, docile as if they had never been alive before. And as she bathed, Wendy thunk, thunk, thunk. What was the best way to escape this place without becoming the Demonlord's pawn? Perhaps she could rebargain? Hmmm....
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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 24, 2017 7:29:13 GMT -8
Ira returned to his throne and daemons, mixed in with the occasional mortal appearing and reappearing, delivering reports, the occasional gift, and occasionally invoking his Wrath as they were smashed to pieces between his mighty sword and the flag stones. Any trace of magic from her beyond the privacy screen would be immediately crushed, though he did keep the few mortal champions that flitted in and out from leering at Wendy.
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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 25, 2017 10:26:32 GMT -8
She didn't particularly enjoy having to bathe, basically in public, save for the screen that she was aware Ira allowed her to create. She scrubbed her skin until it was pink and washed and washed and washed her silver-brown hair until all the mud and blood and food was out of it.
And all the while, her mind tried to turn. A purple-ish bruise began to form at her upper forehead, where Khern had struck her and broken skin. It had healed on its own, given Wendy's propensity for herbology magics, naturally increasing her ability to spring back from wounds and regenerate.
She left the tub, dripping water all over the floor, and wrapped in a towel, she held her palms out, drawing upon magic to heat them and her hair -- when it was suddenly turned off. She scowled, and tried again -- and it was turned off. One more time -- and then she understood who it was that was turning it off.
Peeking her wet head out from behind the screen, she looked at the demonlord sitting on his thrown, holding court. "Excuse me," she called and let one arm sneak out so she could try to wave down his attention. "Hi, yes, Wendy the Imprisoned Witch here, I would like to be able to dry my hair without you turning off my magic every time I try." She cleared her throat. "Please."
A pause. "And thank you."
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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 25, 2017 11:36:58 GMT -8
The Daemon giving its report snickered at the tone taken by the witch, and was smashed into the floor for its insolence.
"You need magic to dry your hair...when the Fortress is covered in lava flow and spontaneous fires?" He asked, rather incredulously, managing to hide the contempt at such a mortal desire.
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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 25, 2017 13:07:37 GMT -8
She watched the Demonlord smash the report into the floor and closed her eyes for a moment, steadying her breathing. That's how easy it might be for Ira. One hand clutched at the towel wrapped around her, and the other held onto the edge of the screen.
Then, she opened her eyes. "Yes, if I don't dry it the right way, then it gets frizzy and tangled and is just a mess." She paused. Cleared her throat. Shifted a little behind the screen, her long hair over her shoulder and dripping steadily onto the floor.
"Please."
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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 25, 2017 13:20:14 GMT -8
Ira looked at her, still incredulously trying to process such a strange request from a captured witch in the midst of the Fortress of Wrath.
Fortunately for Wendy, one of the champions loitering about was female, and understood the issue, explaining it to the Daemon Lord, who still looked pissed beyond belief, but nodded his acquiescence to the request. Wendy would be permitted to dry her hair under the watchful and very close eye of the female champion in question.
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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 26, 2017 21:53:34 GMT -8
Wendy was mildly intimidated by the female champion that marched on over and watched Wendy dry her hair. She tried to ignore that she was standing there, but given Wendy was only in a towel and literally had nothing behind the screen except for a tub of dirty water and the bed she sat on to dry her hair... there wasn't really much to look at.
She sent a couple of wan, tight-lipped smiles the guardian's way, and when she finished drying her hair so that it swayed perfectly and was all glossy and shiny and pretty, she wrapped her arms around her chest, further anchoring her towel to her body, and peeked out from behind the screen again.
She waited until the Demonlord seemed to be between business, then very loudly and obviously cleared her throat to get his attention.
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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 27, 2017 13:07:21 GMT -8
The female champion did at least attempt to preserve Wendy's modesty, making certain her eyes were locked only on appropriate parts of Wendy. When Wendy was done she left to see to her duties, and Ira took heed of Wendy once he was completed dealing with (and squashing) his underlings.
"What is it now witch? Are you finally finished preening or would you like to go pick flowers 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 28, 2017 13:26:43 GMT -8
"My clothes are filthy and I need them to be washed," she said, trying to keep her tone light and non-demanding. "I'll need to use more magic. Unless you have a change of clothes I can wear...?" She asked, and drummed her fingertips on the side of the screen that hid her from the rest of the group.
She felt more than a little ridiculous, but hey, she didn't want to do all of this in a towel.
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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 30, 2017 8:26:01 GMT -8
His patience was wearing dangerously thin with the young witch, and if it was not for the hassle he had gone through to obtain her, he would have murdered her then and there and found a new one.
"Bah! Such vanity from you witches. Small wonder why most of my champions hate dealing with you. Clean your clothes, but try anything else and your head will resemble a watermelon...that has already been eaten."
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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 30, 2017 14:40:32 GMT -8
"Mmhm, mmhm. I have heard you, and I understand, and I think you are a very gracious and benevolent demonlord," Wendy said straight-faced. She slipped behind her screen and she whipped up some magic, and when she stepped out from behind the screen again, she was picture perfect.
Her witch's hat was on her head, the bow tails drifting down her long, silver-brown hair, and her broom was in the other hand. Her thigh-highs were on, the skirt of her dress settled down to hide her thigh tattoo and any skin her stockings might have revealed, boots on her feet.
She waited, patiently...ish... for the Demonlord to be finished. Doing... whatever he was doing. It seemed that Wendy had something to say, or at least, had an expression on her face like she was about to cause another headache.
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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 May 1, 2017 5:35:50 GMT -8
"I desire to be neither gracious nor benevolent, so cease your prattling."
He continued to conduct his business, the rate of squashing increased this time until Wendy was completed, at which point she received his attention again.
"Are you ready now?"
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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 May 7, 2017 16:37:52 GMT -8
Prattling? She wasn't prattling.
Alright, she was prattling, but it seemed the smart thing to do to not die. Prim and pristine and clean finally, she tried not to rock back and forth on her heels and instead looked around the place, wincing at particularly gruesome features and staring with open curiosity at others.
"Are you ready now?" The question came suddenly and she snapped her attention over to him.
"Yes, of course. Indubitably." She paused. "Ready for what?"
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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 May 8, 2017 4:21:30 GMT -8
A decided lack of tortured souls was present in his Fortress, for he saw no point in torture. He gained nothing from it save as a threat or coercion tool.
"Ready to open the damned portal. The permanently opened portal I need to exert my influence upon the world."
He sounded fairly annoyed at the rather superfluous delays his plans were suffering, however minute they were in the grand scheme of things.
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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 May 8, 2017 8:58:52 GMT -8
"Right, yes, your wrathful influence that will bring terror and chaos reigning down upon mankind in an eternal scourge of flame and fury. How could I have forgotten," she said dryly, making a gesture.
"But," she started and began walking closer to him, her long silver-brown hair flowing after her, her black, witchy dress twirling a bit around her lower thighs. "I was thinking about that while I was having my bath -- thank you for that, by the way, much appreciated -- and giving you my soul for an eternity seems like an awful long time."
The heels of her little bow-tied boots clicked quietly on the floor as she approached closer to the throne. "Now, just, hear me out -- it is unlikely that my personality is to change any time soon. I'm quite set in my ways, you see, and I can tell that just being near me puts a strain on you. Very sorry about that," she added on, not really genuine with that apology given he'd had his champion beat her about the head and kidnapped her, dragging her down to hell.
For a moment, the story of the King of the Underworld dragging down a Flower Nymph struck her, given that she was, indeed, an herbology witch with a penchant for flowers, but she shook the thought from her mind. Zero percent of this situation was romantic.
"Now, say I agree to give you my soul -- blah blah blah -- if I go up top after opening the portal, I'll have... what... another good sixty years? Seventy or eighty, if I'm lucky? WHy, that's just a snap of the fingers for an immortal lord of the underworld like you! I'd die, and then my soul would be right back here, personality and mind and all."
She stopped near the base of his throne. "Me. I'd be here. I'd be around. Forever. For all eternity. Prattling and making odd requests and horribly ill-timed jokes -- I'm sure you know what I'm talking about. It doesn't seem very fair to you to subject you to that. So, I had an alternate deal in mind." She paused. "If you wouldn't mind." She cleared her throat. "Please."
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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 May 8, 2017 11:20:59 GMT -8
He desires to promote his goals amongst the sentient races, but to rule them or do too much damage would be counterproductive to his own goals. "I offered you immortality. Nor would your soul be allowed to linger in here when it came, unless I deemed you necessary to something. A powerful witch such as yourself could live far longer than a mere 60 or 70 years, but for my own amusement I will hear you out." He idly wondered if he should just have Kharn, Champion of Wrath put an axe through her head when she was done, but eh, this could make things more interesting. Maybe.
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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 May 8, 2017 12:05:24 GMT -8
She stopped the sarcastic one-liner she was about to deliver just in time, and instead, smiled tightly at him. "Lovely," she said instead, and took a step closer. "Instead of immortality and that whole... soul-returning-here bit... I think I'd like a sort of... Favor card. To use, oh, whenever." She waved a hand around. "You'll get your portal, I'll get a favor, and ta da! We're done, and I never have to grace your presence again."
And she smiled at him, charming and pretty.
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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 May 8, 2017 12:57:02 GMT -8
"You would rather have a favor than immortality?" He asked, rhetorically and incredulously.
"Very well. I accept your terms."
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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 May 8, 2017 13:29:17 GMT -8
"Ah! But, but, but," she said, letting out a single laugh, raising her hand. "I just want to make sure we understand before we go forward; it will be whatever I ask, and it must be granted -- only once, of course, and in return, I will use all of my ability to help you open up and establish that portal that will bring you one step closer to ruling the mortal realm," she added on seriously, signifying her genuine determination to see that portal opened for the Demonlord of Wrath.
And to also not die.
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