Edan
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Roleplay posts: 4
Age: Unknown.
Physical Description: It is a large central island that is surrounded by smaller islands that are all connected by land bridges. There is every climate and biome imaginable there sustained by magic in order to accommodate the vast citizenry that call this place their home. The islands are hidden from view by strong ancient magic and thick mist.
Registered: Aug 6, 2018 19:55:44 GMT -8
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Post by Edan on Aug 7, 2018 18:40:26 GMT -8
The Storm’s EyeOne of the most popular taverns in Edan The Storm’s Eye is nestled in the heart of the mortal quarter of the island’s largest, and only, city. This is rather ironic given the management is a Prince of Hell but Ixdraynael is a firm believer on keeping track of what the immortality challenged are getting up to.
The exterior edifice is simple, yet sturdy, giving the impression of a place that is welcoming to those of all walks of life. While it wouldn’t appeal to the extremely affluent, it would not drive off the exceptionally poor or your average tradesmen. The plain grey brickwork, vaulted roof, and numerous windows suggest an interior that will be well lit and open. The interior lives up to the promise with a high ceiling that allows for clearance for even the tallest of the mortal races. The floor is done in tasteful hardwood, with a selection of round tables interspersed around numerous sturdy oak pillars. As one enters through the main floor they would see to the left a great fireplace large enough to roast an entire suckling pig over, to the right is a raised dais where live performances are often held, and directly in front is the main bar. A cherry wood countertop standing firm against the troubles of the world a selection of fine liquors from all around the world available for sale.
Beyond the main floor, located directly behind the bar, are the kitchens where numerous cooks work to keep the patrons well fed. To the left of the bar lies the way to the back rooms, including private dining rooms that can be rented out by the hour, as well as the stairs to the top floor where numerous rooms can be rented for the evening. Some who have stayed at the inn have noted that it seems to be larger inside than the exterior suggest, however, the owner is always quick to laugh such accurate assumptions off. Enjoy your stay...
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Ixdraynael, The Endless Storm
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Roleplay posts: 93
Age: Older than Amaya for sure
Physical Description: -
While occupying his humanoid form Ixdraynael, or Ix to his family, is a tall lean man and muscular man. He has angular, roguish features. A narrow chin, high cheekbones, low brow, and straight nose that would normally make him look a tad feminine but they are sufficiently hardened by his deep-set eyes and neatly trimmed beard to give him a certain rugged look. This ruggedness is enhanced by his long and messily curled hair and preference for rather shabbily kept but obviously richly made clothing.
In his true form, he is a towering, billowing storm cloud of demonic energy. His voice is thunder, his eyes lightning, his flesh the swirling tempest of wind. Fortunately, he cannot take this true form on the material plane unless he is summoned by mortals. Mortals like his daughters who don't seem keen on having their prince of hell father come to the mortal plane in his full glory.
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Registered: Sept 30, 2018 15:59:50 GMT -8
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Post by Ixdraynael, The Endless Storm on Oct 8, 2018 16:19:18 GMT -8
The Isle With No Name, that had a name. Ix always thought that was rather silly though he did know why it had the reputation. Those few mortals who viewed it from afar but never walked its shores gave it the ominous moniker and those natives who rarely left knew that it wasn't true. Still, it was one of those little absurdities a demon could appreciate with the benefit of dual perspective, it wasn't as though he was bound to the island like the poor sod who'd been saddled with the kingship.
Nope, Ix did use Edan as a means of having a semi presence on the mortal plane but all he did with it was run an inn. Well, that wasn't all he did, of course, sure he may have a reputation as a bit of a shiftless rogue among the other Demon Prince's of Hell but that didn't mean he was idle. First, he crammed his essence into a somewhat mortal shell which was a pain in the ass, let me tell you. Then once he had a corporeal body he went to work at his bar in the mortal distract of Edan.
But why would a demon want to work in the mortal district? Well, that was easy it was because the best way to get information about the mortal realm was by talking to mortal's, even the shut-ins that lived in Edan's mortal district. After all, you did occasionally get the occasional outside visitor or returning resident and you were far more likely to meet them when you ran a warm, comfortable, and reasonably priced inn. Plus it made a convenient place to meet his children when they came to visit. Which they never seemed to do. Ingrates.
You raise them, train them, and protect them until they can fend for themselves and what do you get? "We don't want to stay with you because you are evil and want them to open up a portal to your plane of hell so you could ravage the overworld as a great all-consuming storm!" That was just children, you raise them to be good people and boom they become do-gooders! Just because he wanted them to mind their p's and q's and be respectful to people didn't mean he'd wanted them to not also have a callous disregard for mortal life.
Ix never should have gotten them pets, it had set a poor precedent. Giving them an appreciation for life that they'd outlive by several hundred years. Although the cat had been really cute, the snake not so much, it had creeped him out. Anyway, we get distracted. Ix was the Demon Prince of The Circle of Lust and he ran a bar called "The Lover's Storm" in the largest mortal port on Edan. It saw a robust business, especially when he was on the floor, and served as his base of operations in the mortal plane as he did his best to gather intelligence about the material world. All so he could eventually convince one of his daughter's or a cult of mortal worshippers to open up a proper portal to hell. Those are the important bits of this story.
At present, he was standing behind his bar absently polishing the expensive bottles of liquor he kept on hand for more discerning guest. It was a few hours before the bar opened and he was wearing a simple tunic and vest, his long curly hair rolling down his shoulders and back. His jacket and tophat resting on the bar as he admires his own reflection in a well polished glass bottle. Tonight was going to be eventful he could feel it in the tips of his horns!
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Amaya Thundra
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 198
Age: 24
Physical Description: She has pale blue hair that is rather jagged and cut short (she cuts her own hair with a knife). Her eyes are a golden color that looks much like lightning ripping across the sky. When her powers are active, it looks like lightning is running through her veins. Her ears are pointed and long. She stands at about 6 foot and her nails are normal unless she is feeling beastly when they can grow into talons. Otherwise, she appears as a normal human. Also... horns.
Clothes and Equipment: It looks as though she is constantly wearing a tattered black cloak, but it is actually her wings folded over her body that are pretty durable against attacks. She wears light armor underneath her wings typically and dresses lightly. Though she is not a fan of dresses and skirts or any clothing that restricts her movement, if it necessary or particularly unique, she can be convinced to wear it. She wields a broad sword in case of emergency but prefers to fight hand to hand.
Allegiances: Edan; To a lesser degree her father, Ixdraynael
Registered: May 31, 2018 19:40:04 GMT -8
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Post by Amaya Thundra on Oct 11, 2018 14:38:26 GMT -8
Amaya’s eyes drifted shut as she tucked in her wings and let herself slowly descend to the earth. A soft sigh left her as she felt herself slip past the wards around her home. It had been far too long since she had returned. The rolling green hills, the high mountains disappearing back up into the clouds, the dark jagged valley to the south of the islands that drew her in.
Amaya’s eyes opened as she angled her descent towards the largest human settlement, sweeping around the high spires. It was time for her biannual visit to her mothers’ grave and... her father.
Amaya grimaced slightly, changing her usually happy face. She loved her father as any daughter would but... their relationship would remain forever strained. It wasn’t easy having a Prince of Hell for a father and try to respect her mothers wishes for her and her own humanity. But she manahed.
She just hoped that he wouldn’t start asking for another portal again because she’d make the reunion brief then.
She settled down back onto the ground in front of the familiar bar. She took a deep breath filling her lungs with strength-she could sense her father inside already- before she walked in slowly, tucking her wings back behind her to squeeze into the door. “Papa?”
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Ixdraynael, The Endless Storm
Committed
Roleplay posts: 93
Age: Older than Amaya for sure
Physical Description: -
While occupying his humanoid form Ixdraynael, or Ix to his family, is a tall lean man and muscular man. He has angular, roguish features. A narrow chin, high cheekbones, low brow, and straight nose that would normally make him look a tad feminine but they are sufficiently hardened by his deep-set eyes and neatly trimmed beard to give him a certain rugged look. This ruggedness is enhanced by his long and messily curled hair and preference for rather shabbily kept but obviously richly made clothing.
In his true form, he is a towering, billowing storm cloud of demonic energy. His voice is thunder, his eyes lightning, his flesh the swirling tempest of wind. Fortunately, he cannot take this true form on the material plane unless he is summoned by mortals. Mortals like his daughters who don't seem keen on having their prince of hell father come to the mortal plane in his full glory.
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Registered: Sept 30, 2018 15:59:50 GMT -8
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Post by Ixdraynael, The Endless Storm on Oct 11, 2018 17:25:15 GMT -8
One did not surprise a Prince of Hell. Even with a fraction of his consciousness and power available to him in the fragile mortal shell, he was still pretty powerful. He could divine something as easy as who was at his door before it even opened. After all, horns and a wing made a very distinctive outline through the window.
Settling his bottle back on the shelf as she comes inside. Ix turns and casual as you like pops his butt up on the bar counter top, slides his legs over, lands them on the other side and springs back up. In a few short strides, he is across the barroom floor, navigating through the maze of tables and chairs like they aren't even there.
"AMAYA!"
He declares with a happy roar as he scoops her up into his eyes, giving his daughter a tight bearhug. The girl's weight was as nothing to him and he gives her a kiss on both cheeks before letting her back down on the floor. Clasping her shoulders his gaze travels up her body inspecting her in that way only a parent can scrutinize.
"How's my girl? Are you eating enough? Sleeping well? Efficiently dealing with your enemies?"
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Amaya Thundra
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 198
Age: 24
Physical Description: She has pale blue hair that is rather jagged and cut short (she cuts her own hair with a knife). Her eyes are a golden color that looks much like lightning ripping across the sky. When her powers are active, it looks like lightning is running through her veins. Her ears are pointed and long. She stands at about 6 foot and her nails are normal unless she is feeling beastly when they can grow into talons. Otherwise, she appears as a normal human. Also... horns.
Clothes and Equipment: It looks as though she is constantly wearing a tattered black cloak, but it is actually her wings folded over her body that are pretty durable against attacks. She wears light armor underneath her wings typically and dresses lightly. Though she is not a fan of dresses and skirts or any clothing that restricts her movement, if it necessary or particularly unique, she can be convinced to wear it. She wields a broad sword in case of emergency but prefers to fight hand to hand.
Allegiances: Edan; To a lesser degree her father, Ixdraynael
Registered: May 31, 2018 19:40:04 GMT -8
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Post by Amaya Thundra on Oct 12, 2018 14:51:43 GMT -8
Amaya rolled her eyes with a soft chuckle as she rubbed her cheek as she looked at her father. "I am okay Papa. I eat well yes, even my veggies. I sleep as well as one can. And I try to avoid making enemies, but rather friends. But I have found myself in quite a few.... interesting situations as of late. Humanity is as complex and fascinating as it has always been." There was a soft smile on her lips as she cupped her fathers cheeks looking up at his mortal form.
"And you Papa? How are you? How is the world below? I'm glad to see you here instead of there today." She genuinely cared for her father, but his life choices... she would always have problems with. But family was about compromise as she had learned.
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Ixdraynael, The Endless Storm
Committed
Roleplay posts: 93
Age: Older than Amaya for sure
Physical Description: -
While occupying his humanoid form Ixdraynael, or Ix to his family, is a tall lean man and muscular man. He has angular, roguish features. A narrow chin, high cheekbones, low brow, and straight nose that would normally make him look a tad feminine but they are sufficiently hardened by his deep-set eyes and neatly trimmed beard to give him a certain rugged look. This ruggedness is enhanced by his long and messily curled hair and preference for rather shabbily kept but obviously richly made clothing.
In his true form, he is a towering, billowing storm cloud of demonic energy. His voice is thunder, his eyes lightning, his flesh the swirling tempest of wind. Fortunately, he cannot take this true form on the material plane unless he is summoned by mortals. Mortals like his daughters who don't seem keen on having their prince of hell father come to the mortal plane in his full glory.
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Post by Ixdraynael, The Endless Storm on Oct 13, 2018 8:39:27 GMT -8
Post Options Post by Alden Marshal on a few seconds ago "Bah, humanity is only complex if you are on the inside. From the outside, they are not so different than any other animal." Just because they could talk they got it into their heads that this made them somehow more important than the other mortals. He rests a hand on her own where it is settled on his cheek. "I'll admit even I fall prey to humanities whiles in this form but when I am fresh from my domain like now it is hard to see them as anything other than... Well, the same way they look at sheep I suppose."
When your true form was an ageless mass of storm clouds and writhing demonic energy that conceptualized reality in twice the number of dimensions that mortals did, it skewed your perspective. Cramming that consciousness into this form cost him much, though he would admit gaining his children did make it worth it despite the hassle. "Things below are as they ever are. The other Princes of Hell complain that I am indolent and do not deserve my throne. I must ward off attempted assassinations and coups with growing frequency."
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Amaya Thundra
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 198
Age: 24
Physical Description: She has pale blue hair that is rather jagged and cut short (she cuts her own hair with a knife). Her eyes are a golden color that looks much like lightning ripping across the sky. When her powers are active, it looks like lightning is running through her veins. Her ears are pointed and long. She stands at about 6 foot and her nails are normal unless she is feeling beastly when they can grow into talons. Otherwise, she appears as a normal human. Also... horns.
Clothes and Equipment: It looks as though she is constantly wearing a tattered black cloak, but it is actually her wings folded over her body that are pretty durable against attacks. She wears light armor underneath her wings typically and dresses lightly. Though she is not a fan of dresses and skirts or any clothing that restricts her movement, if it necessary or particularly unique, she can be convinced to wear it. She wields a broad sword in case of emergency but prefers to fight hand to hand.
Allegiances: Edan; To a lesser degree her father, Ixdraynael
Registered: May 31, 2018 19:40:04 GMT -8
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Post by Amaya Thundra on Oct 13, 2018 16:06:33 GMT -8
Amaya pressed her lips together and she sighed softly. "You know if you ever have trouble, you can call me to help you. I won't stay for long, but I won't just let you come to harm. Or you know... you could leave that world behind and journey with me?" She offered even though she knew it was completely in vain.It didn't hurt to try though. "Just like you said, they aren't so bad when you live among them for a while. I promise it's rather refreshing as compared to... well... the underneath." She said as she let her hands drop.
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Ixdraynael, The Endless Storm
Committed
Roleplay posts: 93
Age: Older than Amaya for sure
Physical Description: -
While occupying his humanoid form Ixdraynael, or Ix to his family, is a tall lean man and muscular man. He has angular, roguish features. A narrow chin, high cheekbones, low brow, and straight nose that would normally make him look a tad feminine but they are sufficiently hardened by his deep-set eyes and neatly trimmed beard to give him a certain rugged look. This ruggedness is enhanced by his long and messily curled hair and preference for rather shabbily kept but obviously richly made clothing.
In his true form, he is a towering, billowing storm cloud of demonic energy. His voice is thunder, his eyes lightning, his flesh the swirling tempest of wind. Fortunately, he cannot take this true form on the material plane unless he is summoned by mortals. Mortals like his daughters who don't seem keen on having their prince of hell father come to the mortal plane in his full glory.
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Post by Ixdraynael, The Endless Storm on Oct 14, 2018 13:30:48 GMT -8
"Ah my sweet child, I forget how young you are sometimes." Ix says with a gentle chuckle patting her upon the head. "I cannot walk away without calling down the wrath of all the lords of hell on myself. And you are far from ready to contend with the forces that are arrayed against me." Moving his hand down he cups her cheek. "But it heartens me to know that you care and I am aware that they can be quite refreshing. Part of what caused this trouble was the years I took away from hell to be with your mother. Ah, she was such a woman, she made me forget what I was for a time but like all mortals, she was just so...." He trails off a hint of wistful remorse in his eyes. "Fragile."
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Amaya Thundra
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 198
Age: 24
Physical Description: She has pale blue hair that is rather jagged and cut short (she cuts her own hair with a knife). Her eyes are a golden color that looks much like lightning ripping across the sky. When her powers are active, it looks like lightning is running through her veins. Her ears are pointed and long. She stands at about 6 foot and her nails are normal unless she is feeling beastly when they can grow into talons. Otherwise, she appears as a normal human. Also... horns.
Clothes and Equipment: It looks as though she is constantly wearing a tattered black cloak, but it is actually her wings folded over her body that are pretty durable against attacks. She wears light armor underneath her wings typically and dresses lightly. Though she is not a fan of dresses and skirts or any clothing that restricts her movement, if it necessary or particularly unique, she can be convinced to wear it. She wields a broad sword in case of emergency but prefers to fight hand to hand.
Allegiances: Edan; To a lesser degree her father, Ixdraynael
Registered: May 31, 2018 19:40:04 GMT -8
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Post by Amaya Thundra on Oct 14, 2018 17:53:38 GMT -8
Amaya's face immediately closed off at the mention of her mother and she stepped away from her father's hands and there was some distant rumbling of the sky above. She really hoped her father had learned not to mention her mother around her. She had never quite forgiven him for separating them when she was young.
Honestly, she still blamed him somewhat for her death.
"Mama was the furthest thing from fragile. And I've asked you not to talk about Mama before. It upsets me." She said before she stepped away to take a breath and reign in her emotions even as a slight rain started to fall outside, the humans on the street outside hurrying by at the sudden bout of rain. She wandered around amongst the tables, not looking at her father as she controlled herself, sweeping her hand along the wooden tables.
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Ixdraynael, The Endless Storm
Committed
Roleplay posts: 93
Age: Older than Amaya for sure
Physical Description: -
While occupying his humanoid form Ixdraynael, or Ix to his family, is a tall lean man and muscular man. He has angular, roguish features. A narrow chin, high cheekbones, low brow, and straight nose that would normally make him look a tad feminine but they are sufficiently hardened by his deep-set eyes and neatly trimmed beard to give him a certain rugged look. This ruggedness is enhanced by his long and messily curled hair and preference for rather shabbily kept but obviously richly made clothing.
In his true form, he is a towering, billowing storm cloud of demonic energy. His voice is thunder, his eyes lightning, his flesh the swirling tempest of wind. Fortunately, he cannot take this true form on the material plane unless he is summoned by mortals. Mortals like his daughters who don't seem keen on having their prince of hell father come to the mortal plane in his full glory.
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Registered: Sept 30, 2018 15:59:50 GMT -8
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Post by Ixdraynael, The Endless Storm on Oct 15, 2018 15:47:49 GMT -8
Ix lets out a weary sigh at her reaction. He couldn't really tell her to get over it, after all, relative to their lifespan her mother's death had happened not long ago. Yet it did irk him that he was the one that she blamed for it. It wasn't as though he'd killed her... he'd simply not prevented her from dying. However, it wasn't one hundred percent within his power to stop it so he didn't see why she was holding him so responsible.
"Yes, you have." Ix says with a wave of his hand. He does not say anything else instead letting her continue to collect herself. Her mother had been fragile, sure she'd been strong for a human but that was still so... fleeting. Amaya would learn the lesson herself one day when she outlived all her friends or survived an event that left others dead. She was made of sterner stuff than they were and she'd learn that no matter her fondness for them, she couldn't keep them alive. It was a mortals nature to die.
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Amaya Thundra
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 198
Age: 24
Physical Description: She has pale blue hair that is rather jagged and cut short (she cuts her own hair with a knife). Her eyes are a golden color that looks much like lightning ripping across the sky. When her powers are active, it looks like lightning is running through her veins. Her ears are pointed and long. She stands at about 6 foot and her nails are normal unless she is feeling beastly when they can grow into talons. Otherwise, she appears as a normal human. Also... horns.
Clothes and Equipment: It looks as though she is constantly wearing a tattered black cloak, but it is actually her wings folded over her body that are pretty durable against attacks. She wears light armor underneath her wings typically and dresses lightly. Though she is not a fan of dresses and skirts or any clothing that restricts her movement, if it necessary or particularly unique, she can be convinced to wear it. She wields a broad sword in case of emergency but prefers to fight hand to hand.
Allegiances: Edan; To a lesser degree her father, Ixdraynael
Registered: May 31, 2018 19:40:04 GMT -8
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Post by Amaya Thundra on Oct 15, 2018 16:26:19 GMT -8
"Then why would you bring her up!?" Amaya snapped at him suddenly, a thunder clap igniting above them suddenly, her eyes glowing golden dangerously before she grit her teeth and looked away from him, forcing herself to take deep, slow breaths. She could feel her teeth shifting in her jaw and coming to points and angrily scrubbed a hand over her face.
Perhaps now wasn't the best time to have come to visit. Even at the best of times, her father brought out the worst in her, but after some of the unfortunate journeys she'd had in the past year- she was particularly on edge. And she knew it. Her stops at holy grounds for cleansing had grown increasingly frequent, but she was not about to give in so easily. She was still grappling with her temper though, and it was evident by the down pour outside, her control had slipped quite a bit.
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Ixdraynael, The Endless Storm
Committed
Roleplay posts: 93
Age: Older than Amaya for sure
Physical Description: -
While occupying his humanoid form Ixdraynael, or Ix to his family, is a tall lean man and muscular man. He has angular, roguish features. A narrow chin, high cheekbones, low brow, and straight nose that would normally make him look a tad feminine but they are sufficiently hardened by his deep-set eyes and neatly trimmed beard to give him a certain rugged look. This ruggedness is enhanced by his long and messily curled hair and preference for rather shabbily kept but obviously richly made clothing.
In his true form, he is a towering, billowing storm cloud of demonic energy. His voice is thunder, his eyes lightning, his flesh the swirling tempest of wind. Fortunately, he cannot take this true form on the material plane unless he is summoned by mortals. Mortals like his daughters who don't seem keen on having their prince of hell father come to the mortal plane in his full glory.
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Post by Ixdraynael, The Endless Storm on Oct 17, 2018 14:56:11 GMT -8
Ix makes a little, dismissing motion with one hand and like that the storm is gone. Of course, the ease of the gesture belies the complexity of the spell since he basically had to form a magical tether to the storm energy she was creating. Then feed said tether into the earth to ground out the magically charged storm clouds. However, he was pretty sure his daughter didn't want to cause a hurricane or worse on the little island so he doubted she would mind.
"Am I not allowed to miss her? Am I to never think or talk about her at all?" Ix challenges his daughter a slight hint of anger crawling into his voice. He was a prince of lust, a demon of passion, and Amaya's mother had stoked his passions as few mortals ever had. It was not an easy thing for him to let go with her death so recent. Taking a deep breath he calms his own flared temper. "I am sorry, but it is that time of year and I do still miss her."
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Amaya Thundra
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 198
Age: 24
Physical Description: She has pale blue hair that is rather jagged and cut short (she cuts her own hair with a knife). Her eyes are a golden color that looks much like lightning ripping across the sky. When her powers are active, it looks like lightning is running through her veins. Her ears are pointed and long. She stands at about 6 foot and her nails are normal unless she is feeling beastly when they can grow into talons. Otherwise, she appears as a normal human. Also... horns.
Clothes and Equipment: It looks as though she is constantly wearing a tattered black cloak, but it is actually her wings folded over her body that are pretty durable against attacks. She wears light armor underneath her wings typically and dresses lightly. Though she is not a fan of dresses and skirts or any clothing that restricts her movement, if it necessary or particularly unique, she can be convinced to wear it. She wields a broad sword in case of emergency but prefers to fight hand to hand.
Allegiances: Edan; To a lesser degree her father, Ixdraynael
Registered: May 31, 2018 19:40:04 GMT -8
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Post by Amaya Thundra on Oct 19, 2018 13:22:16 GMT -8
Amaya was grateful that he reigned in the storm, especially as she straightened up furiously turning on her father again, her expression thunderous. She would have started a major storm then if he hadn't reigned it in.
"No. No, you're not allowed to miss her. Not when you were the one that separated us! If I had been there-" She forced herself to stop again and rubbed the bridge of her nose and turned from her father again taking a few moments to calm herself again. "...Let's... not talk about this now. I don't want to get into this argument with you again." She said as shrugged her shoulders, her wings flexing to wave off some of the tension in her shoulders. "I've had a long flight and I'm testy... I just stopped in to ask if there was a room available so I could come back and stay the night after I visit Mama." She muttered as she refused to look at her father, flexing a wing slowly.
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Ixdraynael, The Endless Storm
Committed
Roleplay posts: 93
Age: Older than Amaya for sure
Physical Description: -
While occupying his humanoid form Ixdraynael, or Ix to his family, is a tall lean man and muscular man. He has angular, roguish features. A narrow chin, high cheekbones, low brow, and straight nose that would normally make him look a tad feminine but they are sufficiently hardened by his deep-set eyes and neatly trimmed beard to give him a certain rugged look. This ruggedness is enhanced by his long and messily curled hair and preference for rather shabbily kept but obviously richly made clothing.
In his true form, he is a towering, billowing storm cloud of demonic energy. His voice is thunder, his eyes lightning, his flesh the swirling tempest of wind. Fortunately, he cannot take this true form on the material plane unless he is summoned by mortals. Mortals like his daughters who don't seem keen on having their prince of hell father come to the mortal plane in his full glory.
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Post by Ixdraynael, The Endless Storm on Oct 22, 2018 14:05:21 GMT -8
Ix bristles slightly as she pre-empts his rebuttal by telling him she didn't want to fight. However, part of being a father was letting your daughter get the last word in sometimes. Even if the last word was idiotic. Had she been with her mother, Amaya would have died that was why he'd separated the two in the first place.
"Of course I have room for you child." Ix finally says with a long-suffering sigh. There was very little he would not do for his delinquent daughter something small like a room was easy enough.
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Amaya Thundra
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 198
Age: 24
Physical Description: She has pale blue hair that is rather jagged and cut short (she cuts her own hair with a knife). Her eyes are a golden color that looks much like lightning ripping across the sky. When her powers are active, it looks like lightning is running through her veins. Her ears are pointed and long. She stands at about 6 foot and her nails are normal unless she is feeling beastly when they can grow into talons. Otherwise, she appears as a normal human. Also... horns.
Clothes and Equipment: It looks as though she is constantly wearing a tattered black cloak, but it is actually her wings folded over her body that are pretty durable against attacks. She wears light armor underneath her wings typically and dresses lightly. Though she is not a fan of dresses and skirts or any clothing that restricts her movement, if it necessary or particularly unique, she can be convinced to wear it. She wields a broad sword in case of emergency but prefers to fight hand to hand.
Allegiances: Edan; To a lesser degree her father, Ixdraynael
Registered: May 31, 2018 19:40:04 GMT -8
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Post by Amaya Thundra on Oct 25, 2018 21:19:40 GMT -8
Amaya sighed as she nodded feeling a bit awkward now. She was tired from the flight over, but to stay in the room her father was not attractive in the least after her outburst. She shifted on her feet before she nodded not looking over at him. "...Thank you Papa... I uhm..I'll be back later." She said softly as she turned back to the door, crossing her arms over her chest defensively. "Can I get you anything while I'm out? Do you need any errands run?" She asked off handedly, not offering as always to bring him where she had buried her mother.
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Ixdraynael, The Endless Storm
Committed
Roleplay posts: 93
Age: Older than Amaya for sure
Physical Description: -
While occupying his humanoid form Ixdraynael, or Ix to his family, is a tall lean man and muscular man. He has angular, roguish features. A narrow chin, high cheekbones, low brow, and straight nose that would normally make him look a tad feminine but they are sufficiently hardened by his deep-set eyes and neatly trimmed beard to give him a certain rugged look. This ruggedness is enhanced by his long and messily curled hair and preference for rather shabbily kept but obviously richly made clothing.
In his true form, he is a towering, billowing storm cloud of demonic energy. His voice is thunder, his eyes lightning, his flesh the swirling tempest of wind. Fortunately, he cannot take this true form on the material plane unless he is summoned by mortals. Mortals like his daughters who don't seem keen on having their prince of hell father come to the mortal plane in his full glory.
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Registered: Sept 30, 2018 15:59:50 GMT -8
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Post by Ixdraynael, The Endless Storm on Oct 27, 2018 10:10:26 GMT -8
Ix sighs, regretting that things had turned out so poorly so quickly. Hopefully, some time to cool off would see Amaya feeling a tad more reasonable. It would also give him some time to reign in his own emotions. You did not become a prince of hell without being able to control your powers but he was still irritated enough that if he wasn't holding to them tightly the entire town would be engulfed in a thunderstorm fit to send everyone to their cellars.
"No, I have everything I need. I will see you when you get back, will you be joining me for dinner?" The mortal shell needed food, sort of, he could sustain it with magic but food was far more efficient. Once he knew her answer he'd know how many plates to set in the private dining room he had for his own use. Once she was at her mother's grave she'd also learn that someone had flowers delivered to it. A bouquet of white lilies, which had been her mother's favorite flower.
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Amaya Thundra
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 198
Age: 24
Physical Description: She has pale blue hair that is rather jagged and cut short (she cuts her own hair with a knife). Her eyes are a golden color that looks much like lightning ripping across the sky. When her powers are active, it looks like lightning is running through her veins. Her ears are pointed and long. She stands at about 6 foot and her nails are normal unless she is feeling beastly when they can grow into talons. Otherwise, she appears as a normal human. Also... horns.
Clothes and Equipment: It looks as though she is constantly wearing a tattered black cloak, but it is actually her wings folded over her body that are pretty durable against attacks. She wears light armor underneath her wings typically and dresses lightly. Though she is not a fan of dresses and skirts or any clothing that restricts her movement, if it necessary or particularly unique, she can be convinced to wear it. She wields a broad sword in case of emergency but prefers to fight hand to hand.
Allegiances: Edan; To a lesser degree her father, Ixdraynael
Registered: May 31, 2018 19:40:04 GMT -8
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Post by Amaya Thundra on Oct 27, 2018 15:13:34 GMT -8
"Ah..." Amaya paused as she thought over his invitation. She couldn't stand to be in the same room as him for now, but after a while to herself- talking to her mother, she'd surely feel more at ease.
"...Yes, if you don't mind. I'll probably be back some time around sundown." She said as she walked back out the door of the tavern. Her first orders of business were to buy flowers as well as candles and incense for her mother's grave. She had laid her mother to rest far from the main human cities, further into the realm of the nature spirits. Just as her mother would have wanted she was right by a river under the shade of a willow tree. It only took a few minutes for Amaya to gather the necessary supplies and take off to the skies to go to her mothers' resting place. It was sad, but also good to be near her when she could be.
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Ixdraynael, The Endless Storm
Committed
Roleplay posts: 93
Age: Older than Amaya for sure
Physical Description: -
While occupying his humanoid form Ixdraynael, or Ix to his family, is a tall lean man and muscular man. He has angular, roguish features. A narrow chin, high cheekbones, low brow, and straight nose that would normally make him look a tad feminine but they are sufficiently hardened by his deep-set eyes and neatly trimmed beard to give him a certain rugged look. This ruggedness is enhanced by his long and messily curled hair and preference for rather shabbily kept but obviously richly made clothing.
In his true form, he is a towering, billowing storm cloud of demonic energy. His voice is thunder, his eyes lightning, his flesh the swirling tempest of wind. Fortunately, he cannot take this true form on the material plane unless he is summoned by mortals. Mortals like his daughters who don't seem keen on having their prince of hell father come to the mortal plane in his full glory.
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Registered: Sept 30, 2018 15:59:50 GMT -8
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Post by Ixdraynael, The Endless Storm on Oct 29, 2018 15:34:16 GMT -8
Ix watches as Amaya leaves before returning to his business. Considering that he had his daughter over he opts to do a little magic, a portal to hell opening up in the middle of the floor. Generating portals if you were not a planeswalker was difficult, generating a portal if you were not native to the plane was also difficult, generating a portal that could fit all of a being like Ixdraynael was exceptionally difficult. That was why he needed one of his daughters to make the portal so he could drag the entirety of his being into the mortal plane.
However, creating a portal large enough for an imp was easy even for a non-native since imps were, relatively, powerless. Dragging a few from his home domain he shoves them into skin suits and impresses upon them the knowledge of how to run his bar. It was very unpleasant for them, having their bodies and minds molded and used like clay but he didn't care. He'd need the help tonight once Amaya returned.
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Amaya Thundra
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 198
Age: 24
Physical Description: She has pale blue hair that is rather jagged and cut short (she cuts her own hair with a knife). Her eyes are a golden color that looks much like lightning ripping across the sky. When her powers are active, it looks like lightning is running through her veins. Her ears are pointed and long. She stands at about 6 foot and her nails are normal unless she is feeling beastly when they can grow into talons. Otherwise, she appears as a normal human. Also... horns.
Clothes and Equipment: It looks as though she is constantly wearing a tattered black cloak, but it is actually her wings folded over her body that are pretty durable against attacks. She wears light armor underneath her wings typically and dresses lightly. Though she is not a fan of dresses and skirts or any clothing that restricts her movement, if it necessary or particularly unique, she can be convinced to wear it. She wields a broad sword in case of emergency but prefers to fight hand to hand.
Allegiances: Edan; To a lesser degree her father, Ixdraynael
Registered: May 31, 2018 19:40:04 GMT -8
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Post by Amaya Thundra on Oct 30, 2018 9:00:02 GMT -8
True to her words as Amaya tended to be, Amaya was gone for most of the day, and there was no sign of her or her aura for the entirety of the morning and afternoon. It was only when the sun had begun it's descent below the horizon did she return as she had that morning, her load lighter in more ways than one.
Sitting at her mother's grave did tend to give her some peace of mind. And it served as a physical reminder even when her mother was no longer around to support her, not to give in, despite how easy it would have been to open the portal and invite her father to reclaim the mortal realm.
The skies were as clear as her mind was, a gentle breeze sweeping through the town as Amaya slowly descended once more in from of her father's tavern. She could hear the bustling activity inside of humans enjoying themselves and a slight smile graced her lips as she wrapped her wings around herself as a cloak again before she walked over to the door, stooping slightly so her horns didn't scrape the door frame as she wandered into the tavern again, eyes searching for her father.
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Ixdraynael, The Endless Storm
Committed
Roleplay posts: 93
Age: Older than Amaya for sure
Physical Description: -
While occupying his humanoid form Ixdraynael, or Ix to his family, is a tall lean man and muscular man. He has angular, roguish features. A narrow chin, high cheekbones, low brow, and straight nose that would normally make him look a tad feminine but they are sufficiently hardened by his deep-set eyes and neatly trimmed beard to give him a certain rugged look. This ruggedness is enhanced by his long and messily curled hair and preference for rather shabbily kept but obviously richly made clothing.
In his true form, he is a towering, billowing storm cloud of demonic energy. His voice is thunder, his eyes lightning, his flesh the swirling tempest of wind. Fortunately, he cannot take this true form on the material plane unless he is summoned by mortals. Mortals like his daughters who don't seem keen on having their prince of hell father come to the mortal plane in his full glory.
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Post by Ixdraynael, The Endless Storm on Oct 30, 2018 14:36:17 GMT -8
There was a story that Ix had once told Amaya to try and convince her that humanity was not worth saving. It was one of his favorites, though she'd hated it, because it represented the worst of man. The story goes like this: The village reeve sits in the local inn having had a bit too much to drink. He was a good reeve, well-liked and respected considered to be a good and pious man by all. However, he was prone to a lustful nature when he imbibed drink and that night when the bartender offered him one more round the reeve accepted, despite knowing he had already consumed too much.
Perhaps nothing would have come of it except that night a pretty young widow was at the inn. She'd just moved to the town to stay with her family after her husband's death and the poor woman caught the intoxicated reeve's eye. While she wasn't willing, she did not refuse the lustful reeve as he was a man of power and like most serfs, she was not one to deny those with power. Perhaps nothing would have come of this but the widow was begotten with child and the scandalous rumor flared through the village like wildfire.
Now the reeve was by all counts a good man, a pious man, and a loyal and dutiful husband. Yet there was no denying that he'd broken the vows of his marriage, however, he could not reconcile what he had done drunk with who he was sober. So he came to the only conclusion that he could, the widow had seduced him. Ho now, but no simple seductress could sway the heart of a good and pious man like the village reeve so she must have had help, magical help. The widow had used dark magic to sway him from his good and pious life in the hopes of exerting control over the town.
The reeve was a good man, a pious man, well-liked and respected who had little trouble convincing others of this truth. The poor widow died screaming her innocence for all to hear but none paid heed. Of course, where there is one witch there is bound to be others. A neighbors garden was doing well, while yours withers? Witchcraft! The man whose wife you covet has been seen out in the moonlight being suspicious? Witchcraft! The miller accuses the farmer's wife because she missed mass one day, not because her husband got the best of him on a fee.
On and on it goes until amid all the burnings, hangings, and drownings ever soul of the village is damned. Either because they didn't speak up or because they used the paranoia to their advantage. Which is quite a shame when embers from a burning ignite the thatch roof of the cities grain silo leaving many to starve when winter comes. If you listened to Ix this story revealed the true nature of humanity and he should know, he was the one who gave the reeve that last drink.
Serving drinks was just the business The Prince of Hell was about when Amaya returned. Laying a fresh round of tankards on the table of a group of rough looking men. Giving them a wink as he tells them that there wasn't to be any fighting in his establishment, however, the rival group was getting to go out the back...
This was forgotten as he spots his daughter and, making his excuses, he bounds towards her. "Amaya!" He exclaims happily the frustration of earlier in the day forgotten as he sweeps her into another hug. "I was beginning to think you'd not be coming back tonight. Come I have dinner prepared for you in the back room!" Without giving her the chance to reply he is urging her through the crowded floor and into the peace and calm of the private dining rooms in the back.
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