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 May 8, 2017 15:47:51 GMT -8
"I do not wish to rule the mortal realm, you beings infuriate me to no end, as do disloyal servants. I gain power from mortals who do things in my name, or even within my domains. Ruling the mortal realm would be counterproductive to such things. And you lot prove fairly able to pull off last-minute kills of supposedly unkillable beings, and I rather enjoy my existence. It will be whatever you ask within reason. I will not...say...take on another daemon lord, close the portal, or kill myself, to name a few things." He may not have been as good with contracts as Basacial, but he was no fool.
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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 May 9, 2017 7:57:30 GMT -8
Wendy scoffed. "Of course I wouldn't ask you to off yourself or one of your fellow daemon lords," she said, sounding rather offended as she put her hands on her hips, looking a little bit outraged. "And 'to name a few things' is rather vague. A favor is a favor, my Furious Liege," the little witch went on to say.
And then she held up her hand, a glowing rune written on its palm. It was magic -- and he'd told her no magic -- but given how relaxed her posture was and how she started speaking almost immediately, it was obvious that it was just contract magic, and not really any attack.
"Here, how is this? I, Wendy, promise not to ask Ira, Demonlord of Wrath, to kill himself or any of his fellow Demonlords, nor any of his champions, nor any of his favorite servants, nor any of his prized pets, nor...." She trailed off and leaned forward a bit, "-- Anything else you don't want me to ask you to kill?"
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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 9, 2017 9:18:09 GMT -8
"Like any Daemonlord, my word is binding as it is. Frustrating at times, but as soon as you open the portal it takes effect. The exceptions mentioned are built into that, not my personal ones."
His tone made it clear he was not signing that document, nor did he appreciate her tone
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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 9, 2017 17:41:09 GMT -8
Good, because there wasn't any contract, just Wendy standing there with her hand up like she was swearing on the bible, a glowing rune in her palm.
"Wonderful," Wendy said cheerfully. "Then there are no other exceptions, and no other tricks you'll try to pull." The Rune glowed red for a moment, then faded from her skin as she lowered her palm.
"I was mildly concerned, given you said 'to name a few things' as if you weren't finished with your list, that you might try to tell me that I couldn't do this, or that, or the other thing, simply because you didn't feel like it, but I feel much better now that you've limited yourself to just those three options. Seems much more fair. So!" She clapped her hands together, then turned and looked around his throne room.
"Where shall we put that portal? Soon as the portal's up, I'll be on my merry way."
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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 10, 2017 3:10:54 GMT -8
"Outside the Fortress and across the the bridge. That's where all the temporary portals open up."
He gestured to a wide window that showed the sinister looking bridge and the stationary forms of Cain and Abel.
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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 10, 2017 21:22:38 GMT -8
She looked outside to where he gestured and caught a look at Cain and Abel. She tried not to wince. Instead, she gulped. And cleared her throat. "Perfect spot, O Infuriated One," Wendy said. She glanced back at Ira, and gestured to outside. "So... I'll just be going out there, will I?" Pause. "Alone?"
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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 11, 2017 5:33:52 GMT -8
"Yes."
She acted as if he did not have full control of his realm. Everything that entered thus far had done so for a reason. Cain and Abel would not harm her, unless he ordered them too, and that would not make sense for him to do.
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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 11, 2017 7:14:10 GMT -8
"Right, I'll just..." She looked back outside, and cleared her throat loudly, once, twice and quieted. "I'll get to it, then." She said and glanced back at the Demonlord who seemed to be running very thin on patience. She held out her hand, and her squeaky-clean broom, bow in place, went zooming into her hand without a second thought.
She took a few steps away from the throne, the little heels of her booties resounding out along the empty hall when she suddenly stopped and whirled back to look at him. "You're SURE that I'm to go out there alone? No--sorry, you're right-- of course," she said, immediately answering for herself when she got a good look at the controlling and scary way Ira sat upon his throne.
"This is fine. I've done this... at least six times. It won't be but a moment," she assured Ira and then hopped on her broom, riding it side-saddle. Her skirt fluttered up around her thighs, a glimpse of her tattoo visible only for a moment before her skirt fell back down and zoomed out of the doors of the room and toward Cain and Abel at the bridge.
How in the Holy Hell was she supposed to make a big ass portal?
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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 12, 2017 7:45:49 GMT -8
In this realm, the answer appeared in her head immediately. Channeling enough power into the air around her would open the portal, though how this information got into her head was unknown. Neither Cain nor Abel made any motions as she passed by them, save for their eyes which seemed to follow her regardless of her location in this dimension of Hell.
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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 13, 2017 8:31:31 GMT -8
She landed on the bridge, the heels of her boots clicking quietly beneath her as her hand swept down to hold onto the handle of her broom and brace it beside her. She looked around the area, then blinked when she realize with a sudden, bracing impact that she somehow knew what to do and where to go.
She frowned.
Wendy did not like invasive magic at all, and as soon as she left... Hell... the better. She examined the bridge and the supports. It wasn't that she didn't know how to make a portal. She'd studied and passed all of her exams for it, after all. SHe knew the physicality and the magic draw that would be needed.
It was just, well. She hadn't done it before.
And wouldn't it just figure that the first time Wendy has to make one, it's for a heckin' Daemonlord.
"Alright. This is should be a cinch. Right? Of course it would be," Wendy spoke to herself, or perhaps to her broom and hat. She glanced down at the broom in her hand, and its ribbon-tail-arms gave her a thumbs up. She rolled her eyes.
"Right, well. The bridge seems sturdy enough to hold it. The portal will be permanently here, however. They won't be able to use the bridge as a -- well, bridge," she said and glanced back at the fortress where Ira sat on his throne. "Not that I think certain peoples in charge actually care..." she muttered.
She stopped pacing and inspecting once she was sure the portal would be able to be held there and dropped down to sit on her knees, her broom laid out beside her. Her grimoire appeared, and she took it from the air to lay it on the ground, flipping through pages. Then, she summoned her pack to be near her -- as if it wasn't any trouble at all for her, and perhaps hinting that Wendy was rather modest with her magic ability -- and drew out chalk, candles, a skull, some candles, some herbs, and three little packets of dust.
Leaning forward on her hands and knees (and her skirt riding up the back of her thighs, showing teasing hints of her thigh-highs and garters and the lovely tattoo on one thigh), she sketched out a large pentagram with runic symboles by each point, in between, and at the center. She laid out the the herbs along the intersecting lines of the star, and put the skull at the center, placing the candles at each starpoint. Sitting back on her heels (and thus hiding that flirtatious view), she rummaged in her sack for matches and found she couldn't find any.
"Oooof course I don't," she groaned, then twisted a bit around to look at Cain and Abel -- who had apparently been looking at her the entire time. "Sorry to bother, really sorry, but have you got a light?" This was a realm of fire and heat, but that didn't mean her candles might suddenly burst to flame. She could use a spell, of course, to make them go, but she was saving all of her magical energy for making the portal.
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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 14, 2017 10:11:06 GMT -8
The flame lit as quickly as she desired it too, though whether or not that was as a result of her question to Cain and Abel, or something else, was unknown. The pair did not move in the slightest, nor indicate that they had even heard her plea. Their gaze remained eternally locked on her as she set about the ritual.
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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 18, 2017 13:02:33 GMT -8
"Oh," she said as they flared up. She glanced at it and then twisted back to gesture at Cain and Abel. "Nevermind, I got it! Thank you, though!" She called to them and twisted back around.
Okay. Evil portal for Evil overlord. She could do this. Just tap into her kinky, twisted side. She could do evil. Evil was easy. Evil was really easy. Actually, Evil was TOO easy, which is probably why people gave into it so much. It was a lot harder to be good all the time. People start getting expectations, and standards, and then you have all of these rules to follow--
"Wendy," she scolded herself, as her mind was wandering.
Snapping herself out of it, she concentrated on the pentagram in front of her, on the forces of magic just beyond her reach. She closed her eyes and she gently exhaled, and she searched for that third eye within her mind, that connection to what was dark and light, what was wanted and unwanted, what both existed and didn't--
And Wendy's eyes flared open, pitch-black. Her silver-brown hair began to dance on a wind that was not there, the pentagram began to glow. The magic was using Wendy as a channel, and boy, business was a-boomin'.
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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 20, 2017 10:31:55 GMT -8
The portal opened before her very eyes, showing a serene scene of a small family farm before it rapidly changed to a desolate city, and then the changes came on fast as the portal cycled through locations, before finally winking out of existence. Ira's booming laughter could be heard throughout the realm as the portal was completed, and control of it fashioned directly as an aspect of this realm, which he had created. Wendy would intrinsically know that the portal could be opened or closed at his discretion, and appear anywhere in the material world he wanted it too, barring any sort of protection against these sorts of things.
"Thank you Wendy, for your cooperation. You almost gave in there, something I don't think you would have returned from down here. Where shall I deposit you in your world?"
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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 21, 2017 13:50:27 GMT -8
The magic surged from the pentagram she'd drawn like huge vines, given Wendy specialized in that sort of magic, that was how it symbolized itself. It looked like iron vines with huge spikes that slithered out, digging into the bridge, cracking its foundation as the magic began to pulse all around it, snapping like electricity. The magic continued to grow, the vines thicker and hardier, gleaming from the light of the fire and heat of the Demonlord's realm until they formed an arch doorway, jagged spines and thorns shooting in every which direction -- a monstrous sight. Wendy was unaware that Ira, Demonlord of Wrath had appeared behind where she was sitting, her palms out, her eyes black, magic surging and pulsing from her like she was the epicenter of all that was arcane in the world. Even her veins around her eyes and in her face and especially in her palms and wrists stood out black against her skin as she conjured and use this magic to create the portal. A thin membrane formed within the portal, no doubt the magic as it was. It was one-way, however -- no one could enter the portal from the otherside. She had made it so the bridge could only be used one-way if the portal was activated -- people could walk into Wrath's domain, but if the portal was activated, they would walk out wherever it was that they would go. When she finally felt the magic come to a close, she cut it off, and like she woke up from a nightmare, she gasped hard, her eyes returning to normal although her veins still remained black. She fell forward and caught herself on her palms, ruining the chalked pentagram. She was coughing hard and trying to regain her breathing, but it seemed Wendy was choking. In a spew of mucus and blood, three iron thorns came from her mouth, clattering onto the bridge. Her silver-brown hair had swept forward to obscure her face. Ira admired the portal she'd created while Wendy sat there, shaking. Her hand was trembling as she lifted it and wiped the back of her hand against her bloody mouth. The black of her veins was slowly receding. "... What?" she asked, not understanding the statement he'd made before his last question.
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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 21, 2017 15:03:35 GMT -8
"I will return you to wherever you want in the overworld. I was very clear I thought."
Her plight prompted no reaction from Cain or Abel, nor a response or acknowledgment from Ira.
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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 21, 2017 18:57:29 GMT -8
She was weak as a fawn, and drained of most of her magic. A permanent portal like this one -- that could withstand the tremendous pressure of power that came from inter-dimensional transportation took an astounding amount of magic. A single person, a HUMAN person, should not have been able to do it so well and alone. Portals to different places on the same realm were a completely different beast...
... and it felt as if when she had tapped into the pure source of magic to open this portal, she had left her vulnerable to some... to some other sort of beast. It was the only way she could explain it to her mind. Her shaking hands gathered the iron thorns that she had choked up.
"Some place with flowers," she whispered hoarsely, trembling where she was all-but-collapsed on the bridge in Hell.
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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 24, 2017 15:58:57 GMT -8
"Very well." The portal spun open, revealing a field of lavender flowers"Step through, be the first to use the portal you created..."
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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 25, 2017 21:54:20 GMT -8
She had to crawl. She had no more energy for any of her usual retorts and quips. She didn't even have enough energy to walk. She reached for her things, her movements sluggish and hindered, messy as she was on her knees before the Demonlord and the massive portal she'd created, sloppily shoving things back into her bag, trying to carrying as much of it as she could without looking up.
Blood still dripped from the corner of her lips, and even from her nose. She wasn't aware yet, but it was also warm in her ears, and her eyes were bloodshot, as if the magic had threatened to make her cry blood instead of tears. Her veins were also still pulsing black, although they were slowly fading away. Her hand tightened over the three iron thorns that had fallen from her mouth once the portal was complete...
And dragging herself with what literally energy she had, she left the heat of the realm of Wrath and collapsed into the sweet scent of the lavender fields, passing out.
[Exit]
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Lady Venus
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 169
Age: 6,450
Physical Description: Venus's form changes in perception according to who percieves her. Her true facade is that of an alluring, yet horrifying demon with brown, muddied hair, green eyes and a serpentine tail. With
Clothes and Equipment: Somewhat scantily clad, Venus wears little more than a two piece. Her top would cover barely her midriff, and be strapped around the neck, while the bottom piece would go down to mid-thigh.
Registered: Jan 11, 2018 0:20:50 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Venus on May 31, 2019 9:56:13 GMT -8
A palanquin of twisted purple metal and black vines with bloodied thorns entered towards the fortress, fabric and metal making it impossible to see within. Keeping it aloft were a cohort of demons, all twisted, gnarly things. Inhumanely beautiful in the most sickening of ways, they were demons of pleasure, or perhaps pain. None have ever made the distinction, as they knew no difference. Marching in front of the Palanquin was a man. A lithe man, with lean muscles. He was divinely gorgeous, his aura as dark as his eyes. He led the small convoy, as one of the more human looking demoness' marched at his side.
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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 31, 2019 11:21:40 GMT -8
The strange and twisted convoy was certainly out of place amongst the fire and brimstone that comprised this plane. The party would be halted by the presence of the two Gargoyles, Cain and Abel.
"Demon from another Lord, you come with far too few behind you to challenge the might of the Fortress of Wrath. What is your purpose here, that we may determine if you are allowed to proceed?"
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