Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
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An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
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She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Oct 19, 2018 15:13:17 GMT -8
Pale purple flames lit the eerily quiet room that Grandma stood in the center of. After a few moments of contemplation, the silence was finally disturbed by the swish of her robes and the click of her cane as she moved towards what appeared to be a large stone altar of some kind. It was adorned with a variety of old runes and red splatters, presumably blood stains from some old pagan rituals. The old women admired the altar for a few minutes, peering intently at what remained of the cracked runes etched in it, some far too damaged to decipher.
She had looked at this altar many times already, but even though she already knew what was written on it, it still drew her interest every time. Still, she hadn’t come all the way down here to just wander around aimlessly, she had come down here with a purpose in mind.
Raising her cane with one of her wizened hands, the old woman turned so her back was to the altar, the gem on her cane beginning to glow slightly. It had been quite some time since she had last seen Ozrith, but she suspected he was resilient enough to still be alive even with the harsh living conditions she had left him in. If he hadn’t survived, then he simply wasn’t worth spending time on regardless.
The air in the middle of the cavernous room warped, a portal with a diameter of about seven feet opening, facing downwards. From within, a figure wrapped in chains fell through, at least until the single chain going into the portal pulled up short, leaving the figure suspended about ten feet off the ground and swaying to and fro as the single chain holding him didn’t offer much in the way of stability.
The old crone said nothing and simply stared at Ozrith intently, waiting to see if he made any signs of being conscious, assuming he still lived.
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Ozrith von Haren
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Roleplay posts: 22 
Age: 17
Physical Description: Long white hair flows freely from Ozrith's head, unstained or tainted. His skin is milky white and seems as if he has no blood running through his own body, although his numerous scars beg to differ. He has white eyes with seemingly no pupil. His chiseled physique denotes great strength.
Clothes and Equipment: Ozrith wears flowing, somewhat baggy pants, which tuck into black and gold boots, which are reinforced with metal. He also wears a weird half-cloak, which flows freely from his waist, also of a shade of black. He also wears a half-vest, which carries numerous knives and blades, often tipped with poisons. He also carries two vambraces, encrusted with strength enhancing gems.
Ozrith uses an enchanted sabre in combat, or his plethora of knives. They often are poisoned, via the sheath, which are to cause more pain and blood flow. The sabre's enchantment aids in siphoning life force from a foe, trapping their soul. It is semi-sentient.
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Post by Ozrith von Haren on Oct 19, 2018 15:20:05 GMT -8
Ozrith let out a relatively feeble noise, between a grunt, a snarl and a whine. "Hag.." He spat out, blood dripping from his mouth. His body was grossly discolored, sickly shades of purple-blue and yellows and greens, but he was most certainly alive. "What... You want?" He coughed up angrily. His legs are limply hanging, but he lifts his head to look at her, white hair slicked down to his skin. His once muscular physique is giving way to a gaunt, hallow look, ribs slightly protruding the skin.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Oct 20, 2018 10:06:48 GMT -8
Grandma’s expression didn’t change as Ozrith spoke, but his response did prompt her to begin slowly circling him. For the present, the only answer to his question was the tapping of the old woman's cane as she strolled around him at an almost painfully slow pace. His appearance was certainly the worse for wear, but as she had hoped, he had managed to survive the harsh conditions she had left him in for the last month or so… The fight the boy had put up against her and Naoki had also been quite impressive, given the circumstances.
A pair of double doors at the end of the room swung open, two of Grandma’s maids marching in. A single look at their lifeless eyes and complete lack of emotion to the situation before them would quickly squash any consideration that they were human regardless of their appearance. The two maids led a line of four men, each with their hands shackled to a chain that ran the length of the line and was led by the maids. All the men also had sackcloth bags pulled over their heads, completely blocking their vision and resulting in them moving forward at a very hesitant pace, none of them wanting to trip up and fall down, an action that would likely draw the ire of their escort.
By the time the line of captives had cleared the entrance of the room, Grandma had finished circling around Ozrith. Her quiet voice broke the monotony of footfalls as she finally responded to Ozrith’s question.
“I have a few questions for you, boy. When you first approached me and the Empress and made those rather unfortunate comments to her, I wasn’t particularly interested in you. But after seeing how durable you seem to be and how much of that youthful… Spark you have, that’s changed. Believe it or not, I truly don’t like to see you in such a pitiful state, so for each question you answer to my satisfaction, I will offer you some sustenance that I am certain will improve your present condition. So, here’s my first question, what nation or master do you serve? With the level of blood magic you showed, I would have a hard time believing you’re self-taught.”
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Ozrith von Haren
Established
Roleplay posts: 22
Age: 17
Physical Description: Long white hair flows freely from Ozrith's head, unstained or tainted. His skin is milky white and seems as if he has no blood running through his own body, although his numerous scars beg to differ. He has white eyes with seemingly no pupil. His chiseled physique denotes great strength.
Clothes and Equipment: Ozrith wears flowing, somewhat baggy pants, which tuck into black and gold boots, which are reinforced with metal. He also wears a weird half-cloak, which flows freely from his waist, also of a shade of black. He also wears a half-vest, which carries numerous knives and blades, often tipped with poisons. He also carries two vambraces, encrusted with strength enhancing gems.
Ozrith uses an enchanted sabre in combat, or his plethora of knives. They often are poisoned, via the sheath, which are to cause more pain and blood flow. The sabre's enchantment aids in siphoning life force from a foe, trapping their soul. It is semi-sentient.
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Post by Ozrith von Haren on Oct 20, 2018 14:59:42 GMT -8
Ozrith looks at the men, and he could feel his unholy senses tingle. He could not smell the scent of blood, but he knew it was there. Pounding, perhaps, pulsing beneath the tender skin. His magical aura longed to dive towards the men, to consume the scarlet life and use it to replenish his own. His skin was bruised and sore, his bones turning brittle the longer in this condition he was. His hair thinned, turning as dead as straw. He silently cursed the protection rune etched unto his thigh, for it was now a curse rather than a blessing.
"I.." He began, coughing violently. His lungs ached in protest, the stale air did not mix well. "Serve.. None!" He snarled out. "How..Ever.. I.. Am from.." He paused, his vocal cords bruising from the strenuous effort it took to speak. "The Black Vale.." He rasped out.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Oct 21, 2018 17:06:41 GMT -8
It seemed if she wanted more detailed answers from Ozrith, she would have to offer him something in the way of sustenance or risk him losing his voice entirely. The old woman turned her head to the prisoner in the front of the line, eying him up like he was a piece of meat, which is exactly what he was in this case.
She made no motions with her staff, nor incanted any words to signal his doom, he wouldn’t even be able to see her staring at him as he had that burlap bag covering his head. There were several sickening snaps as his neck and spine instantly snapped. His body was now bent backward, the tops of his hands touching the heels of his feet. The metal cuffs on his hands that attached him to the chain with the other prisoners shattered as the contorted figure floated up into the air and was unceremoniously pulled towards the old woman. The fear from the other prisoners was palpable, but none let out so much as a murmur, perhaps fearing any sound they made would draw the ire of their captor.
“Although the exact specifics of your power allude me at present, I think this should liven you up a bit.”
A slight breeze in the otherwise still chamber was the only warning before Ozrith would feel two precise incisions made into his wrist, while the man suspended in front of him had numerous incisions made into his body in an instant. Grandma still had the magic suppression of the chains in full effect, but she suspected Ozrith would still be able to benefit from this transfusion. Small lines of blood flowed from the corpse in front of Ozrith, each of them darting towards Ozrith’s wrist and filling his veins with fresh blood.
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Ozrith von Haren
Established
Roleplay posts: 22
Age: 17
Physical Description: Long white hair flows freely from Ozrith's head, unstained or tainted. His skin is milky white and seems as if he has no blood running through his own body, although his numerous scars beg to differ. He has white eyes with seemingly no pupil. His chiseled physique denotes great strength.
Clothes and Equipment: Ozrith wears flowing, somewhat baggy pants, which tuck into black and gold boots, which are reinforced with metal. He also wears a weird half-cloak, which flows freely from his waist, also of a shade of black. He also wears a half-vest, which carries numerous knives and blades, often tipped with poisons. He also carries two vambraces, encrusted with strength enhancing gems.
Ozrith uses an enchanted sabre in combat, or his plethora of knives. They often are poisoned, via the sheath, which are to cause more pain and blood flow. The sabre's enchantment aids in siphoning life force from a foe, trapping their soul. It is semi-sentient.
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Post by Ozrith von Haren on Oct 21, 2018 22:02:56 GMT -8
Ozrith's dull eyes widened, a spark of something flooded them, as he vomited blood. As his body worked to remove the low-energy blood from his system, to make room for the higher, fresh blood. As the dark, brown-red blood poured from his throat, the lively crimson flooded his veins, his body already working on restoring his internal organs, which had slowly begun to rot, and heal his broken vocal chords and throat. Ozrith licked his lips as the blood continued to flow into him, his skin healing at a much faster rate. His pupils were dilated as his breathing accelerated. "Oh.. Oh.. That.. That was good." He murmured to himself. His heart was pumping faster, the necrotic flesh that was much of his body slowly rejuvenating back to life.
While the rune etched in his thigh protected him, it was not designed for long-term sustainable at optimal efficiencies. As it recycled his blood, his energy, he could not sweat, nor could he even cry. Those would be too energy-intensive, as would hyperventilating. No, the rune forced his body to stay at the most optimal range, cutting blood use and supply away from his crushed legs, willing to let those appendages enter necrosis in order to preserve the internal organs and his head. Even his arms were not spared. It seemed most discoloration was on those, and not his torso, but even that was sickly bruised. Ozrith's blood was not rich enough in nutrients to support him as long as he could've hoped. It was only due to the rune, and a last minute spell Ozrith enacted, that kept him alive.
"Mm, tastes a bit sour though. Middle aged, I'm guessing. They tend to have more sour blood. It's the younger ones that have the sweetest blood." He said, recollecting broken memories of a life not his own. "Well, Witch, I thank you for the oh so generous donation." He snarked. While Ozrith looked much better than before, he was still nothing like from before he fell into Grandma's dominion. "What say we do away with these chains," he said, gesturing to the ones that suspended him. "And have a nice little chat over their bodies?" he asked, referring to the other ones in the room.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Oct 22, 2018 16:28:25 GMT -8
The old woman watched with mild interest as Ozrith began to show signs of life now that she had given him some fresh blood. From the looks of it, he would make a full recovery, should she let him. Whether she intended to allow such a recovery to take place was something she would decide after speaking to him…
“You must be feeling better if you’re already back to that tone with me.”
Grandma was slightly bemused by how quickly the boy had reverted back to his previous mannerisms. Still, his current state was much preferred to the raspy half dead corpse he had been a moment earlier.
“Releasing the chains? Well, let’s not get ahead of ourselves, I think that will require a few answered questions before I’ll be doing that. Here’s one that isn’t quite as pointed as the others, does your appearance accurately reflect your age? As for a question more relevant to the topic at hand, what was a blood mage of your talents doing on that battlefield?”
Despite the question about age wasn’t as important, it did intrigue Grandma more than she let on. If he was truly as young as he looked and possessed that much magical talent already, that signaled a great deal of potential… If he was instead several centuries or even millennia old, his accomplishments in their battle would be outweighed by her questioning his judgment to insult the Empress it in the first place. But if he was actually as young as he appeared, that would explain his impulsive nature.
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Ozrith von Haren
Established
Roleplay posts: 22
Age: 17
Physical Description: Long white hair flows freely from Ozrith's head, unstained or tainted. His skin is milky white and seems as if he has no blood running through his own body, although his numerous scars beg to differ. He has white eyes with seemingly no pupil. His chiseled physique denotes great strength.
Clothes and Equipment: Ozrith wears flowing, somewhat baggy pants, which tuck into black and gold boots, which are reinforced with metal. He also wears a weird half-cloak, which flows freely from his waist, also of a shade of black. He also wears a half-vest, which carries numerous knives and blades, often tipped with poisons. He also carries two vambraces, encrusted with strength enhancing gems.
Ozrith uses an enchanted sabre in combat, or his plethora of knives. They often are poisoned, via the sheath, which are to cause more pain and blood flow. The sabre's enchantment aids in siphoning life force from a foe, trapping their soul. It is semi-sentient.
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Post by Ozrith von Haren on Oct 22, 2018 21:07:53 GMT -8
Ozrith hid a smirk. Always the same, no matter what country, he thought wryly. "I would say I look older than I am. I'm 17 years old. An unfortunate side effect of learning Hemomancy is you often seem to age more. Luckily, I lack wrinkles," he said mischievously with a hint of dark mirth lurking in his colorless eyes.
"Mm, yes, what was I doing there? I suppose you could blame the Rune Witch for that. I offered my services, as any gentleman would do to a damsel in distress, and she seemed to have bound me with runes to be subservient." He tried to gesture to the very faded, but slightly noticeable if Grandma squinted, rune upon his left pectoral.
"I'd wager my time in this vault cancelled the servitude rune out." As well as the protection rune, but he didn't want to tell Grandma about that just yet. It didn't seem relevant, and she couldn't see it due to his pants, so why bother?
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Oct 24, 2018 6:38:04 GMT -8
The boy was only 17 years old? Although Grandma had been calling him a boy, it had mostly been to try and get a rise out of him, she hadn’t expected him to actually be that young. If he was that young and already this skilled with blood magic, or Hemomancy as he called it, he obviously possessed a great deal of potential.
“Very well, those answers are sufficient for me to release you from your bindings for now. Feel free to feast on the prisoners, but make sure not to damage either of my maids. There’s no blood to be had from them after all.”
The chains wrapped around Ozrith slowly began to unwind and lower him to the floor. Within a minute or so, he would be free to move around as much as his mangled legs would allow. One thing he was certain to notice was despite the chains being gone there was still magic suppression in effect, and it wasn’t from Grandma. It seemed that Grandma had rigged this underground complex with a number of security measures or silencing spells at the very least.
“How did you become such a skilled Hemomancer when you’re still so young? I can’t imagine you being self-taught in such a subject, so I’m quite curious as to who exactly mentored you.”
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Ozrith von Haren
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Roleplay posts: 22
Age: 17
Physical Description: Long white hair flows freely from Ozrith's head, unstained or tainted. His skin is milky white and seems as if he has no blood running through his own body, although his numerous scars beg to differ. He has white eyes with seemingly no pupil. His chiseled physique denotes great strength.
Clothes and Equipment: Ozrith wears flowing, somewhat baggy pants, which tuck into black and gold boots, which are reinforced with metal. He also wears a weird half-cloak, which flows freely from his waist, also of a shade of black. He also wears a half-vest, which carries numerous knives and blades, often tipped with poisons. He also carries two vambraces, encrusted with strength enhancing gems.
Ozrith uses an enchanted sabre in combat, or his plethora of knives. They often are poisoned, via the sheath, which are to cause more pain and blood flow. The sabre's enchantment aids in siphoning life force from a foe, trapping their soul. It is semi-sentient.
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Post by Ozrith von Haren on Oct 24, 2018 17:05:06 GMT -8
Ozrith sinks his teeth, with recently extended sharp fangs, into the calf of one prisoner, his tongue darting out to lap at the plump, slightly jiggly flesh. His pupils dilate, as the white teeth sink deeper, tearing through tendons and muscle, and copper liquid. Ozrith moans, muffled by the leg, as he gulps down the warm blood. When he finally lets go, there's two very exposed holes in the calf, as Ozrith smiles, licking his lips. As the fangs retract, a small bead of pearly ink drips. "I studied very hard. I learned a few techniques that helped me learn the more advanced stuff. My mentor is dead now, so does it really matter? He was a secretive sort. His name was Clark Ulysses, if you must know." He said, latching back onto the leg, which had black veins. He clamps his jaw shit, ripping into the leg and utterly shredding it apart, as the man screamed in pain.
Ozrith pulled the man down, crawling higher upwards to tenderly lick the jugular vein, softly caressing other veins found across the man. As he crawled, Grandma might hear a squelchy noise, as well as a crunch-crunch. As Ozrith sweetly fondled the vein, he pressed a final, delicate kiss before his fangs stabbed forwards, as he sucked the life from the man rather quickly. "I also briefly tutored under Clark's sister, Illyana Ulysses, as she taught me the basics. She's dead too, sadly."
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Oct 24, 2018 20:37:08 GMT -8
Tapping her cane twice, a small leather armchair with a teacup on one armrest appeared behind her, it was rather out of place given the horrors unfolding in the vault. Slowly lowering herself into the chair, Grandma adjusted her robes slightly before smoothing them out as she made herself comfortable. As Ozrith sipped on the blood, the old crone sipped on her tea, an unwavering gaze aimed at Ozrith as he went to work on the prisoner.
The boy was quite hungry, although given that she had almost starved him to death, this wasn’t exactly unexpected. She didn’t recognize either those who he claimed were his tutors, but given her lack of knowledge about the Black Vale, she would have been more surprised if she had recognized them. His heritage interested her, but a thought of a different variety had begun to weigh on her mind.
“I don’t think you were able to witness it yourself, but your attempt to summon a demon was… Successful. You didn’t summon a common demon either, but a rather notable one. Tell me, how did you learn of the demon Khorne?”
Although there were instances of summoning powerful demons without knowing upon what power you were calling, such things were highly unlikely, which led Grandma to think Ozrith must have learned of Khorne from some other source.
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Ozrith von Haren
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Roleplay posts: 22
Age: 17
Physical Description: Long white hair flows freely from Ozrith's head, unstained or tainted. His skin is milky white and seems as if he has no blood running through his own body, although his numerous scars beg to differ. He has white eyes with seemingly no pupil. His chiseled physique denotes great strength.
Clothes and Equipment: Ozrith wears flowing, somewhat baggy pants, which tuck into black and gold boots, which are reinforced with metal. He also wears a weird half-cloak, which flows freely from his waist, also of a shade of black. He also wears a half-vest, which carries numerous knives and blades, often tipped with poisons. He also carries two vambraces, encrusted with strength enhancing gems.
Ozrith uses an enchanted sabre in combat, or his plethora of knives. They often are poisoned, via the sheath, which are to cause more pain and blood flow. The sabre's enchantment aids in siphoning life force from a foe, trapping their soul. It is semi-sentient.
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Post by Ozrith von Haren on Oct 24, 2018 21:13:47 GMT -8
After moving his way through half the group, he paused, simply content to trace designs with his finger in the skin of one of the survivors as he spoke. "Khorne.. Khorne, Khorne.. Khorne.. Can't say I know him." Ozrith said after thinking. "I summoned.. Oh! Khorne! He must be going by that name now. Illyana Ulysses was an Acolyte of the Pleasant One, who's doctrine is in diametric opposition to that of Khorne. Me and Illyana, we.. We never quite got along, which was why I was with Clark. I'm not a follower of Khorne, but I believe Clark had a few scripts about summoning the Demon Lords. I honestly picked them by random, it could've easily been the Pleasant One, or perhaps the Spider Queen." He explained.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Oct 25, 2018 16:03:03 GMT -8
So the boy hadn’t intentionally summoned Khorne from the sounds of it… She would have to ask him what exactly he meant when he referred to scripts. Were they simply things he had read or were they of the variety that contained the spell themselves and simply required the user to activate it. Grandma could make a few guesses at who the Spider Queen might be but couldn’t say the same in regards to the “Pleasant One”.
“What type of scripts are you referring to exactly, simply something you studied and memorized? Or are you referring to scripts that already had a spell sealed into it and simply needed someone with sufficient magical talents to activate it?”
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Ozrith von Haren
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Roleplay posts: 22
Age: 17
Physical Description: Long white hair flows freely from Ozrith's head, unstained or tainted. His skin is milky white and seems as if he has no blood running through his own body, although his numerous scars beg to differ. He has white eyes with seemingly no pupil. His chiseled physique denotes great strength.
Clothes and Equipment: Ozrith wears flowing, somewhat baggy pants, which tuck into black and gold boots, which are reinforced with metal. He also wears a weird half-cloak, which flows freely from his waist, also of a shade of black. He also wears a half-vest, which carries numerous knives and blades, often tipped with poisons. He also carries two vambraces, encrusted with strength enhancing gems.
Ozrith uses an enchanted sabre in combat, or his plethora of knives. They often are poisoned, via the sheath, which are to cause more pain and blood flow. The sabre's enchantment aids in siphoning life force from a foe, trapping their soul. It is semi-sentient.
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Post by Ozrith von Haren on Oct 27, 2018 3:11:52 GMT -8
"Both, actually. I didn't utilize the latter, as I would never have brought such a thing to a battlefield, so I memorized it, but I do believe I have one of the scripts in my chambers back home." He hummed, sucking a bruise onto his prey's neck as he toyed with him, his eyes revealing his glee at the blatant fear.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Oct 27, 2018 12:19:29 GMT -8
The elderly woman nodded slowly at Ozrith’s words, leaning back into the depths of her chair as she took another sip from her tea. The mention of the script interested her, she’d need to see about having it retrieved for her. Perhaps even by the boy himself, although that would depend on what sort of understanding the two of them came to.
“Tell me about your family. I assume you must have come from a lineage of some notability to have the skill you do as well as being able to get teachers that were very capable judging by your abilities.”
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Ozrith von Haren
Established
Roleplay posts: 22
Age: 17
Physical Description: Long white hair flows freely from Ozrith's head, unstained or tainted. His skin is milky white and seems as if he has no blood running through his own body, although his numerous scars beg to differ. He has white eyes with seemingly no pupil. His chiseled physique denotes great strength.
Clothes and Equipment: Ozrith wears flowing, somewhat baggy pants, which tuck into black and gold boots, which are reinforced with metal. He also wears a weird half-cloak, which flows freely from his waist, also of a shade of black. He also wears a half-vest, which carries numerous knives and blades, often tipped with poisons. He also carries two vambraces, encrusted with strength enhancing gems.
Ozrith uses an enchanted sabre in combat, or his plethora of knives. They often are poisoned, via the sheath, which are to cause more pain and blood flow. The sabre's enchantment aids in siphoning life force from a foe, trapping their soul. It is semi-sentient.
Registered: Jun 11, 2018 20:41:31 GMT -8
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Post by Ozrith von Haren on Nov 1, 2018 19:18:20 GMT -8
"My family and I are distant." He said instead of a regular answer. He sucked the last prisoner dry, leaving an empty husk behind. He smiled, fangs already retreating as he preened, as if to say 'didn't I do a good job?'. He was curiously spotless of blood, probably all of it drunk, but he was still rather emaciated and decrepit. "I don't particularly care for them."
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
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An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Nov 1, 2018 20:58:22 GMT -8
It seemed Ozrith wasn’t keen to give up much information about his family. That was fine, she’d have it sooner or later regardless. How much of a fight he’d put up over it, well, she was about to find that out. Reaching out with her mind, the old crone began to being to gently push against Ozrith’s. Ideally, he wouldn’t even know what she was doing. Although she was plenty confident she could force her way in, she’d rather him simply not know, especially considering what she was about to propose to him.
“Very well, I shall let you keep your family history to yourself. Now, I have a proposition for you. I admit you aren’t in much of a position to negotiate, but such is the situation. My initial intentions were to simply leave you locked up down here and perform experiments on you until your will to live finally left you. However, I have realized such a course of action would be extremely wasteful of me. The abilities you possess at the tender age of seventeen, well, I’d say you’re something of a magical prodigy. Leaving you down here to rot, it’d be a complete waste of talent.”
Grandma continued to subtly explore Ozrith’s mind, hoping he was in too worn out of a state to notice. Fortunately, there were still bodies for him to feast on, the fresh blood inside them potentially providing as an excellent distraction.
“So, let me get down to my offer. I want you to work for me. In return, you won’t be left down here to rot. Of course, I’m sure you wouldn’t be inclined to work with me if the only reason I give is a threat. I consider myself a fair employer, so now I ask you this, what would type of boon do you require to serve me? While I can’t promise you anything, my reach is far and my pockets are deep.”
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Ozrith von Haren
Established
Roleplay posts: 22
Age: 17
Physical Description: Long white hair flows freely from Ozrith's head, unstained or tainted. His skin is milky white and seems as if he has no blood running through his own body, although his numerous scars beg to differ. He has white eyes with seemingly no pupil. His chiseled physique denotes great strength.
Clothes and Equipment: Ozrith wears flowing, somewhat baggy pants, which tuck into black and gold boots, which are reinforced with metal. He also wears a weird half-cloak, which flows freely from his waist, also of a shade of black. He also wears a half-vest, which carries numerous knives and blades, often tipped with poisons. He also carries two vambraces, encrusted with strength enhancing gems.
Ozrith uses an enchanted sabre in combat, or his plethora of knives. They often are poisoned, via the sheath, which are to cause more pain and blood flow. The sabre's enchantment aids in siphoning life force from a foe, trapping their soul. It is semi-sentient.
Registered: Jun 11, 2018 20:41:31 GMT -8
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Post by Ozrith von Haren on Nov 1, 2018 21:10:57 GMT -8
"A steady supply of blood should suffice," he said callously. As Grandma hoped, his mind was particularly weak. The remnants of what were once strong defenses were crippled and battered due to the loneliness, starvation and dehydration.
The blood called to him, as he sunk his teeth into yet another, perhaps a tad bit gluttonously so. He debated asking if Grandma could convince the whore empress into spending a night with him, but decided that not to be in his best interests.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Nov 2, 2018 18:43:24 GMT -8
Grandma raised an eyebrow at the boy’s response. All he wanted was blood? Was this him simply being petulant or could he really not think of anything else he wanted?
“Very well, I shall provide you with more than enough blood to fulfill your needs. Since you aren’t asking for anything else, I suppose I’ll have to provide you with the occasional exotic sampling that I run across during my travels. Now I’ll simply need to bind you to this contract, although I’ll wait until you’ve taken in a bit more blood before I move on to that.”
As she spoke, Grandma continued to explore the recesses of Ozrith’s mind. Once she had gotten in it, she felt much more confident in searching through it without disturbing him. The initial intrusion was generally when her presence would be noticed, but it appeared Ozrith was oblivious to her probing
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Ozrith von Haren
Established
Roleplay posts: 22
Age: 17
Physical Description: Long white hair flows freely from Ozrith's head, unstained or tainted. His skin is milky white and seems as if he has no blood running through his own body, although his numerous scars beg to differ. He has white eyes with seemingly no pupil. His chiseled physique denotes great strength.
Clothes and Equipment: Ozrith wears flowing, somewhat baggy pants, which tuck into black and gold boots, which are reinforced with metal. He also wears a weird half-cloak, which flows freely from his waist, also of a shade of black. He also wears a half-vest, which carries numerous knives and blades, often tipped with poisons. He also carries two vambraces, encrusted with strength enhancing gems.
Ozrith uses an enchanted sabre in combat, or his plethora of knives. They often are poisoned, via the sheath, which are to cause more pain and blood flow. The sabre's enchantment aids in siphoning life force from a foe, trapping their soul. It is semi-sentient.
Registered: Jun 11, 2018 20:41:31 GMT -8
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Post by Ozrith von Haren on Nov 2, 2018 22:11:18 GMT -8
She finds a mix of the usual thoughts a 17 year old boy may have, but also.. More. Unusual things, such as grandfatherly adoration, paternal pride, and wrath of years far beyond what he could've ever experienced. Memories, not of he himself. As she dug deeper, it was harder for her to actually access the memories, leaving them vague and beyond her grasp. Ozrith continued to feed, unaware of her meddling.
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