Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Mar 3, 2019 13:17:01 GMT -8
In through the door stepped a cloaked humanoid and with a deep sigh he pulled the cloak back and walked tired towards the desk before suddenly noticing Myra standing there besides the desk. The guy looked like a middle aged guy with slightly grey hair and a few wrinkles in his face. "Wh-what are you doing in here?!? This place is strictly off limits for both demons and you cultists!" he said his voice as surprised as it was scolding as he quickly drew his hood over his head again and his voice suddenly changed to a low pitched and menacing one. "You're a drow aren't you? I didn't think I had any drows among my loyalists... Are you new?" he said and rubbed his chin looking at Myra skeptically.
All the while Vithkun had managed to flail his arms and turn around and as he passed the top wall he managed to grab hold of the railing and pull himself down on the bulwark as he inscribed into himself the word 'Dispel' feeling his usually mass return to his body. As he regained balance he felt the presence of others and looked left and right. Two demons closed in on him spears raised - maybe he could take them out without too much screaming and pursue Myra. Knowing her she was quick to put herself in trouble. Mostly because she was skilled at getting there.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Mar 3, 2019 13:26:48 GMT -8
Stoic in her position, the exhaustion in his face told her that this decision was perhaps not the best, he appeared human in appearance but could it be true? Certainly his guise was enough to make her believe that he was so. Lowering her hood when he raised his it was to show her as demure her features at best hardening to a look of irritation. Was this the great leader that she had been informed of? The leader of the demons and cultists that he had so hardily drawn together. Surely there was more than met the eye and while he met her eyes she forced a coy smile coaxing it from deep within, "My lord, I did not mean to interrupt," the truth for being spotted was well below the general plan, "I simply wished to speak to you privately."
Twisting and forming things to her needs was problematic. Vithkun was entangled in his own mess the royal pain regaining his title by ruining what little she had done to go unnoticed. Hanging outside the window with his arms swinging about wildly had drawn her attention. Ignoring the steps up the stairs, which had not been silent in order to reaffirm he was not about to fall. Breaking the window would not have been the only thing she might have done to save him.
As it were now she was scrambling for ideas and coming up with nothing that was pleasant.
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Mar 3, 2019 13:54:21 GMT -8
"Speak with me... privately?" he grumbled. "It is pretty bold of you to step before me without getting direct permission." he said and put his hands behind his back slowly pacing back and forth observing Myra. A wry smile formed inside the cloak and jagged teeth shone in the light from the hearth. "Well I've decided to reward your courage anyway, drow. Speak and let me know how I can... fulfill your ambitions." the cloaked man said and crossed his arms expectant although suddenly two shadows came racing down past the huge window with a speed where you could hardly see what or who it was and the man turned his head that way seeing it out of the corner of his eyes.
"Birds..?" he said and shook his head. "Now what did you want?" he asked sounding slightly annoyed by the odd disturbance outside the window.
Meanwhile on the bulwark Vithkun sighed and looked down over the ledge. "At least going down that way they won't hinder my stealthy approach..." he smirked and whispered to himself eyeing a door a little further ahead that would no doubt lead him down - but how did he locate Myra?
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Mar 3, 2019 20:59:46 GMT -8
Bold as well to sneak into your compound and specifically find your quarters, if you even are the Lord of this man and not a farce set in place for the real one, also assuming he wasn't a mind reader as her thoughts ran rampant. Inhibitions raised instead of lowered it appeared he was susceptible to flattery and a smile even if he was unaware of her true loyalties. He was also distracted easily. Catching it out of the corner of her eye as well she certainly did not believe it was birds, well perhaps a bird but a rather large blonde one. Somehow the thought made her smile despite herself, the genuineness of it could be taken for pleasure at his agreement to listen to her even if it had not been intended for such.
His facade cracking if only momentarily she needed to latch on, and alert Vith of her presence here if at all possible. Neither seemed particularly simple tasks. Reaching out for Vith's mind might alert this man of her intentions and the narrow focus would be uncomfortable. Taking the chance of it not alerting him was too dangerous. Besides the strain would appear on her own features. The two following him would also have an inkling should she do so as they were in the way and her tagging through them to reach him with her power would make them feel faint as she'd ravaged them for the strength to keep pushing without bringing out the darkness. Her cheeks flushed slightly in frustration her face reddening.
"I wished to see if the rumors were true," wished was a strong word for it and her mind was rebelling against the implication of it so she jogged her memory for a better way to present what was and wasn't a falsehood, "Your keep is impressive, your followers powerful and frightening to lesser men, but you Lord, with all beneath your feet," the words were like bile in her mouth and it would not allow her to utter anything kinder than what she'd said so she decided to take physical action sitting back against the desk. Her hands spread her cloak revealing her slender figure beneath it. She wore her bracers on her forearms but no real armor. High boots, loose leggings tucked into them, and a coarse shirt that generally hung on her figure. The way she leaned back was to make it fall on her breasts outlining just how full of a figure she carried, "you must be powerful."
Or have someone powerful backing you. Basing her words off of assumptions there had to be more than the eye could see.
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Mar 5, 2019 6:14:24 GMT -8
"So... you're not one of my cultists I presume? It is quite a feat getting inside." the man said and listened to Myra - apparently not too concerned about the intruder that stood in front of him. The man nodded when she complimented his keep and his frightful army. "They do what their master tells them to do. In this world those who exists to spread fear is only governed by someone even more fearsome." he said and smirked slightly in appreciation of the elf's deduction.
The man seemed slightly surprised but now also wary of the elf - to show such a figure at a time like this was something of a manipulative move. Reminded him of a lure. "I am indeed powerful - in the hierarchy of fear there is no one above me." he said self confidently and straightened his back in pride as he observed Myra. "Are you here to join me or kill me I must ask?" he said almost politely. "If it is the latter I must insists that we speak before you act too rashly." he said as he paced towards the door picking up a key and locking it before returning to Myra.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Mar 6, 2019 7:19:17 GMT -8
Unable to outright lie the damned magic sealed beneath the bracers she wore it was the reason she kept her forearms covered so well. It was meant to be a constant reminder because anytime she looked down she was able to see them. Now they burned like fire tingling her skin as she opened her mouth attempting to tell a falsehood. Her voice failed her and the pain was punishment. The struggle inwardly was not displayed outwardly even if her legs felt weak from the pain.
"And what if I say it is the latter?" Getting out this part it was not an admission of guilt because she was attempting to place curiosity into it. Her leaning back had seemed too far the way his mouth parted not one of appreciation but surprise as he regained control of himself in return.
Lowering her chin to appear submissive might have been best before someone supposedly so powerful. Manipulating was not her strong suit. Vithkun would have been more well suited to attempting this sort of consort but unfortunately he was too fair of a creature for it to be believable.
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Mar 6, 2019 10:40:07 GMT -8
The man in the cloak narrowed his eyes studying the elf - her mouth opening but not telling him anything at first and only when she did it was not really a clear answer. But who would tell Lord Volypdaktos to his face that they intended to kill him? Especially in the middle of his keep with his allies crawling about in the halls and adjacent rooms only a call away. However he was not going to call them unless she proved a formidable foe that could threaten his own life. No, he needed to know although her eyes told him a great many things that he recognized.
"Then I would ask why and how you gathered the determination to do so. It is a dark path - yet to you it must seem honorable. You're sure you're not just here to join my ranks?" he inquired as he moved over to the window sighing and looking out his back completely exposed to Myra. "Even drows do not kill without a sound reason. Do you not have anything to lose?" he asked Myra.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Mar 6, 2019 10:59:52 GMT -8
I have nothing left. The words were on her mind, on the tip of her tongue, but in that instant they would not be uttered. Could not. What had changed so I thoroughly that what was once truth was now not. Her mind certainly believed it it at first until it conjured an image she could not justify. That was not hers and the respect she once so wanted had been gained but not in the way she expected. Her mouth firmly shut as he spoke, as he walked up beside her and looked out the window, as he inquired about things in a way that was most certainly human.
He knew the truth no matter how she disguised it and for once the fighting spirit that was once so prevelant was failing her, “I would ask why a Lord such as yourself would care for one of your underlings in such a manner as to inquire. Do you truly give everyone that sort of attention? Surely you have guards you can summon to make sure that it did not occur and even if you believed I might join your ranks I see no reason you should attempt to be so persuasive on your own. You have no idea what I am or am not capable of or if I am even worthy. You have only the darkness of my skin to judge upon and it is not so forthcoming as you might believe.”
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Mar 6, 2019 11:29:46 GMT -8
His heart jumped to his throat clenched his fists and turned around facing Myra. Withdrawing his hood determinedly his facial features reverted to the ones Myra had seen first: The image of a middle aged man. He sighed again and sat down his head hanging slightly with eyes downcast. "It's been so long and I think I'm ready to gamble." he said and gazed at Myra with a kind of expression that almost begged. "You're the one who has no idea what I am and what I am capable of. Like you my skin is just a mask - a facade to save my own hide." he explained while pinching his arm.
"I trust that if you have really come to avenge some wrongdoing that you have the determination to fulfill it - at least that is the impression you leave me." he said his voice already quite different than before - more somber and quiet. He then removed his right glove and pulled off a ring from his index finger and placed it on the table before Myra. It had a lion's and a crows insignia on it.
"I am the former lord of the keep - and I am the new lord, somewhat against my will though. My name is Constantine Hermouth" he said and awaited the drow's reaction. That surname was indeed the name of the duke that had ruled this northern area until ten years ago. Had Myra studied the dwarven annals they would surely have mentioned his name.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Mar 6, 2019 11:44:02 GMT -8
The shift made her uncertain and turning slightly where her right hip was settled upon the desk her arms crossed beneath her bosom watching them speak. Deciding whether to believe him or not he was not unbelievable but the inconsistencies with what she had heard were rather alarming. The ring laid down upon the desk was the correct sigil for the house that he claimed to be from,"A lion and a crow is correct, but not truly a sign that your words are true but saying that I choose to believe you," she moved her right hand to push back a piece of hair behind her ear, "If you are truly here against your will then do you truly wish to follow the plans you have made for your followers?"
Wrong or right, she had not lashed out immediately when he entered. Waiting and listening would not have been possible a few weeks prior. Listening to Vithkun on the road had taught her patience and the value of listening even if he did not say much worth hearing. It was as if he liked the sound of his own voice more than the importance of the words. Most elves were the same. Myra, while appreciating the ethereal beauty of elven and drow voices, was not terribly fond of blasting her own unless there was something needing to be said.
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Mar 10, 2019 2:08:02 GMT -8
The one claiming to be Constantine Hermouth cast his eyes down and paused before answering. "No of course not. I never meant something like this to happen... The demons came one day and because the only power I have is that of illusion I thought by making myself appear and act like on of their greatest horrors I could save my own life and allow my servants and staff to flee but... alas I did not manage to step down from this piedestal and now it has gotten a bit out of hand..." he said and sat down his face in his hands.
"I cannot say that I do not regret it, but until now I have had to act as they expected to keep them believing I was the 'Lord Volypdaktos' that I had claimed firstly. I have been eagerly awaiting some slight opportunity to make things right, but the burden has just increased the more subordinates that have joined my cause." he said resignedly lifting his gaze towards Myra. "What can even be done anymore?"
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Mar 10, 2019 13:31:44 GMT -8
Believing him was her first choice that she needed to make. What man could truly claim and turn down the power that he had been offered, still he seemed repentant and wished to make things right. Was it but illusion again that he so thoroughly claimed that he wished to do right by those around him? Uncertain of his willingness she still needed to find Vithkun as well. Her second train of thought involved the higher demons. Certainly they would not have been fooled by his illusions, or maybe they played along because he got the lesser of them in line in a way that was well arranged and his method of planning was quite astute. Glancing to the maps that lay by her side she knew what she had to do.
"Let's say that I believe you," it was gerrymandering to start but possible, "If I had a way to destroy all that existed here. If I could topple that which you have built up but it would require your help would you do so?"
The first manner of business was finding Vithkun, once he was found and safely stored in his office here she could set about laying the charges. If she were not of suspect by the Lord then she could move freely. For he would have his highest officers know of her presence and tell them that she sought to make preparation for their final onslaught.
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Mar 10, 2019 13:58:57 GMT -8
The man was rubbing his chin looking at Myra proposing his plan. "Asking of me to destroy my home - my family's home through generations... that's a hard one to swallow." he said and got up from the chair supporting himself with his palms on the desk. "But even if I wanted to - and I might even realize that it is the only way - there is no way you could do that is there?" he asked.
At the same time Vithkun navigated towards what felt like a distant remnant of Myra's aura which was severely clouded by the evil inside the place. The place was like a labyrinth and as he moved forwards with more haste than stealth it was inevitable that he alarmed a few demons although these ones were lesser and quickly dispatched from the realm the elf's magic still superior to that of the minions. Running around he opened doors and walked up and down hallways believing Myra to be right on the other side of every corner - sometimes feeling as if chasing a shadow, as if something or someone concealed her exact location.
As Vithkun opened one of the doors he was met by a ghastly sight though - a literal pile of human bodies. Probably been dead for years but the stench was overwhelming and he closed the door to the room quite quickly the rummaging of his stomach almost getting the better of him. A brief pause later he composed himself and continued his relentless search for Myra hoping the demons would not start finding the dead demon bodies he had left behind and establish a more coordinated search for the culprit.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Mar 10, 2019 14:11:44 GMT -8
Playing a dangerous game of I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours it was not a time for bluffing. Discerning that she could destroy him if necessary and if he betrayed her the hand that was settled on the desk itched to reach for her weapon. "Your decisions have caused suffering that you cannot begin to imagine. The people beyond these walls have felt its darkness, seen no hope within their short lives. You have snuffed out what joy there once was. Selfishness now does not become what must be done. You have but little hope or choice yourself. I can do what I say or I can dispatch you and do it anyways," the threat was not unlikely fire in her eyes, "But I would prefer you lead a path of retribution and penance with what little chance you have left."
The concealment of her aura was unknown to her but the boundaries of the room certainly were. Attempting to reach outside of it now she felt a barrier. Perhaps one of illusion instead of true power but there none-the-less. Rising up she glanced out the window in which revealed only part of the world behind him.
Vith was in danger the more she lingered and waited upon him here he faced a worsening of his current condition. Finding him was of utmost importance, and keeping him safe. She would need his assistance in porting up the vials of the liquid as it were. If she were to step outside of the office he might be able to find her then, his spell still lingering, but she needed to make sure he would not ring the bell for his own salvation the instant she did so.
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Mar 10, 2019 14:43:30 GMT -8
The man sighed again listening to Myra - as if he relived the hardship she was talking about. "I have felt the darkness on my own body - day after day for the last many years. Still could you really free me and this land from it?" he asked his voice now blending with that of the one Myra had heard when he wore the hood. "Could you free us all... from the darkness that lives inside me..?" he asked keeping Myra locked with an intense gaze as if begging her to help while intensely wishing for her immediate and violent destruction.
"I'm not lying to you - only there was one demon that didn't buy my scam and saw right through it - Lord Volypdaktos!" he said as his voice turned to the hoarse and chilly one that was far from human. "And then I took this shell of a human along with his thought, memories and abilities for my own amusement but you know what, drow? I might want a body like yours instead - the skin color matches my soul a little better!" he said as his face turned scaly green with red eyes and his now scaled hands grew sharp talons.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Mar 10, 2019 14:50:45 GMT -8
The instant that his voice had become darker her morning star had slipped from her side and was firmly implanted in her right hand. He wasn't even finished with his pretty little speech before she was rather forcefully swinging it like a baseball bat towards his face, "Yeah well, you can't have it."
Swinging for all she was worth this bastard had played on her heart strings attempting to get her to abandon good reason. No human could live without food, water, and the place was empty of it. His words had been hollow but rang true, his appearance had been mirrored and shifting. His room was guarded too well for it to simply be an illusion. If her mind could not penetrate the outer edges of it and push through what she knew to be false than it was real. Annonai had taught her one thing when she was within his presence about physical barriers at the very least.
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Mar 10, 2019 23:12:13 GMT -8
As the mace came swinging towards the avatar of Lord Volypdaktos' heard he brought up his scaled palm and blocked it - catching it as if it was a ball. The scaled skin seemed to have properties that very much seemed like that of steel armor.
"Are you sure, that you want to kill the lord's physical body? I mean he was a perfectly innocent victim and he might still be able to be 'saved'." he said and chuckled. "Although of course that would be nearly impossible for you since you need to bring his soul back into this body or destroy the phylactery I made for it - in which case of course he dies. "But I'll tell you what, if you donate your own body I will make sure to bring the lord back to life unharmed and free to leave." Volypdaktos' bargained with Myra jagged teeth presenting her with less than comforting smile.
At the same time Myra would feel the presence of the knife she carried that much more intensely the barrier feeling thinly veiled enough that she could once again hear its voice clearly in her heard. "B-briiing meee baaack...!" it insisted in a tortured voice.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Mar 10, 2019 23:25:11 GMT -8
The monster before her was just that, monsterous. His appearance may have been overlooked if his soul was not as blackened as the soot left from a fire. Heart surely full of ire and mirth at her weak attempt at maiming him was blocked without much left to it. Drawing out the soul from the knife would have been doable at a later time given enough concentration. Its cries now were ignored for the fate of the region overtook the wants and needs of one man. His life may be sacrificed in all that needed to occur. Should she not be able to save his original body she would settle for making sure he was exhumed from the knife.
“Whatever is left of his soul is surely as broken and bastardized as yours is,” she spat this, keeping her right hand twisted around the base of the morning star her left brough forth the dagger. Raising it defensively she held it in an almost amauterish fashion not used to such weaponry. Since this demon had trapped the original soul within it it was doubtful it would even work.
Myra’s white hair gleamed her eyes flashing. Mistakes had been made in her approach but now with no choice left before her she tentatively reached out her power to the demon itself. Revealing her ability was a poor idea but he had settled on obtaining her as it were and if he did so he would quickly discover it. His power was a gleaming brightness as she dragged upon it and should he have hers it would mean the end of more than just the countryside here. A battle of wills would have to be won, she had to prevail. No matter the cost.
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Mar 11, 2019 0:07:39 GMT -8
The laughter of Lord Volypdaktos quickly turned to a frown when he saw the dagger. Having trapped the original Lord Hermouth inside the dagger he had been a plaything for the high demon - but seeing the soul and body of the lord this close was not something Volypdaktos felt comfortable about. "H-how did you you get that?!?" he hissed and spat and as he felt the reaching for his soul he knew that he might be in a situation that could prove difficult for him to handle. With a hoarse roar he turned around and had intended to escape through the door as he managed to release himself from Myra's grasp this time by acting quickly as soon as he felt the threat.
However as he aimed for the door it suddenly burst open as silvery elven flames enveloped it and a a shadow stepped in - sword drawn and cloaked in the very same flames. "So you're hiding in here... Myra..!" Vithkun said and looked at Myra with a smile although he quickly reverted to being sincere as he looked at Lord Volypdaktos. "You're an ugly fellow - were you scared by a girl?" he joked as the demon once again hissed. It was clear to Vithkun that Myra had found the right guy and despite the humor in Vith's words he felt how serious a situation he had stepped into but knew he couldn't let that demon leave the room. Hopefully Myra knew how to get rid of him once and for all.
"If what it takes is me killing both of you and turning you to ash - the so be it!" Volypdaktos said as his talons suddenly grew and shaped themselves into small swords. At this time Myra would feel a pull in her left hand as if the dagger had a will of itself and would notice that the barrier was all gone.
"S-stab him..! Bring me back - into h-his body!" the dagger pleaded as the tortured voice started reminiscing that of Lord Volypdaktos when he was still acting as Lord Hermouth.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Mar 11, 2019 6:53:14 GMT -8
Dagger held directly before her the first sign that vengeance was at hand for the displaced lord was the fear in the new Lord’s face. Clearly uncomfortable at the sight of it even without knowing that the soul was of Hermouth it was obviously disconcerting to the demon. Therefore she dropped her mace, the blunt weapon heavy and unweildy towards him as he’d already proved, and resorted to moving the dagger into her right hand which was dominant. “You shouldn’t let your playthings go so easily Volypdaktos.”
Refusing to give him any true title it was with grit and determination of a hard won battle that she faced him. That was until Vithkun opened the door and like Voly earlier her heart leapt into her throat. He was safe, not for long considering the damned creature was growing out his talons into a weapon of means. His smile was returned but his distraction could not be missed as the dagger cried out for her assistance. Voly attempting to escape meant that his back was turned to her. She figured if the dagger normally could drain the soul of any creature by piercing flesh, even the smallest cut, that it would only take landing a solid hit.
The creature taller than her she was leapt forward attempting to drive it in with a backhanded swing into the thigh. Like a tennis player she put oomph into the way her body twisted in the motion. Should she miss her back would be exposed. Therefore she could not miss for the thing she found she had to live for had arrived in that instant. His distraction might be their saving grace and she could not waste such a glimmer of hope by having spoke in return to cause him to look back.
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