"I am a hero of war, I fought at the front lines, I destroyed entire settlements, the elements bend to my command, not even death could stop me! I AM NOT GOING TO WEAR A MAID OUTFIT" Malkira shouted, he added a bolt of lightining striking nearby to add to the effect. With a gaze of death he challenged anyone to argue. "It should be a female, or at least this very feminine tambourine guy"
"Wine? A feast? Song? Sounds great, what am I supposed to call you, your Holiness? your Grace? your Majesty? your Vanity? Forget I said that last one, you're not vain at all, I'm sure everyone introduces themselves as 'the herald of god', I would gladly accept your offer, although we don't have any money" Evan rambled on, in truth he was slightly nervous being here, he hoped nobody recognised him. "Incredible, I've never seen anything like this" Hazzakan was critically examining King Jedediah with his bright purple eye "Hazzakan, you can't analyse everyone we meet, this is a king, a god, a god-king, or whatever. He must be treated with respect, also I want some wine... wait a second..." he turned to the King "how did you know we were here? Or did you just happen to be walking in the nearby area and overhear this conversation? Somehow I doubt that..."
Malkira took one look at the carriage. "Hmm. That's not particulary large is it? How is it supposed to fit seven people and a large golem?" he interjected, but was interrupted by an argument breaking out between the spoiled brat and the dancing musician. "Um, can we face this problem... look can you please listen... I would just like to say..." the musician set the carriage on fire "Oh for god's sake" the two got onto the carriage upset and the fire was put out. Malkira stood and stared, boiling with frustration, he was not one to be ignored. With a hateful gaze at the arguing idiots he though about the several ways he could kill them, pulled apart by the winds? Fried by lightning? It was not worth the time. Instead he turned to Edric at the driver's seat. "Ahem, you didn't organise the travel arrangements very well did you?"
"Elves... does it have to be elves?" Evan muttered under his breath, but nobody was listening "of all the places we decide to go, it has to be the bloody elf capital, They know me there, and not in a good way" "To be fair, can you think of a single place where they don't know you in a bad way?" Hazzakan exclaimed "...here? Besides, most of those places wouldn't want me arrested, but the elves..." Evan went quiet. He could hear the Olympian Thrones arriving at the castle, but they were far behind as the group left the tunnel. "This must have been before my time, what did you do?" Hazzakan inquired "I lived there for a time studying magic... eventually I got into some rather taboo magic... let's not say anymore" Evan turned to the one with the trident "However that was years ago, it's probably been forgotten, which way is Inel'Cinahe? I had a compass once but I traded it for a banana, you can lead the way"
"You're probably right" noted Malkira after Caliborn's statement "Not all shall see me as repentant, many would resent me for my past. I'll try to keep quiet about it from now" "Hey, all of ya! Get o'er here if yer new! I'm takin' you all on a job!" a loud man shouted to the group. Malkira learned his name was Edric Storm. After listening to what the shouty man had to say Malkira began to look around the room at his fellow newcomers. Mostly human unfortunately. There was a man with strangely blond and black hair and very classy dress sense, but not as classy as the arrogant aristocrat that had entered dramatically earlier and was clearly trying to draw attention to himself 'some self-centred brat no doubt' Malkira thought, but wisely didn't voice this. So they had to steal a book? Seemed simple enough, and it was a wise choice not to give some of these ambitious yet weak newcomers anything too complex. Of course, Malkira himself would be able to do far more, but he respected this shouty annoying man's authority.
Malkira the Cursed will sign up for his first mission
OOC: Yes I know the banner is different, trying different looks Malkira was used to being in buildings he couldn't quite fit in, the guildhall was a pleasant surprise. However, one thing that struck the dead warlord as odd (or rather infuriating) was the complete chaos of it all. no administration, no order, the place was a cacophany of noise, even his old battle camps were better than this. If Malkira was the leader here these humans would know their place, and any that didn't would end up with their necks in nooses... no. He had to escape from his past, killing off guild members was not a good way to start. He decided to strike up a conversation with some of them, he'd make sure not to mention executions. A little while away stood two people talking, a man and a woman. "Greetings mortals... I mean... hello" the woman looked at him slightly coldly, the man gave him a friendly sideways glance. Jerkily, as though he was not used to doing it, Malkira extended a hand for a shake "I am Malkira the Cursed. You may know me as Malkira the Ravager, a great warlord of the East. You may know of a town or two I burned down. Sorry, I guess that's not a great introduction, but after I was brought back to life I repented, now I want only to learn" neither of them had said a word yet "anyhow... hello"
Malkira the Cursed was a fearsome sight. A colossus of clay standing at 8 ft with flowing red and black robes and and a threatening two-handed axe. But next to the massive castle of the Sapphire Eclipse he was tiny. Muttering bitterly he slowly ascended the stairs, this combined two of his least favourite things, stairs and things that were bigger than him. What was even worse was the large statue that stood in the courtyard. "Think you're so much bigger? Made out of solid stone? Well we'll see who would win in a fight..." "Excuse me?" someone had come out to greet him "I was talking to the statue" Malkira explained casually "Oh... you must be Malkira" "Must I? I suppose if anyone must it's best if it's me" "Yes... we've been expecting you for a while, long journey?" "Try hitching a ride when you look like this, even my followers have left me. I had to walk, and clay statues aren't particularly quick" "Ah" the woman looked slightly uncomfortable "I was told this was a place of learning, but so far I've just been standing around being questioned by some secretary" "I'm not a secretary!" she explained irritated "Obviously not, a secretary would be far more efficient" the two glared at each other, eventually Malkira's mostly featureless expression drove back the woman "Just follow me" she muttered and turned to enter the building. Examining the angry expression on her and the previous conversation Malkira concluded that he hadn't made a very good first impression in the guild. "Sorry, I'm not good with people" he apologised reluctantly "Are you better with statues?" She mocked "They don't answer back... sorry again, I'm used to being a warlord, politeness isn't exactly needed in battle" Malkira explained, the woman raised her eyebrows in surprise "You don't look like a warlord" "I did before I died" "ooookay... I'm not going to ask, just come into the guildhall, we'll find you a room" the guildhall was a massive hall full of varied people, wizards, warriors, adventurers of all stripes training to become masters in their craft. For one of the first times in his new life Malkira went barely noticed, the apprentices had seen many strange things and a walking statue was hardly noticeable.
"But I just got into the fight!" "Self preservation has never been one of your strong suits has it?" Hazzakan dragged Evan back with two strong tentacles "If we don't get into the castle we'll both die, and that's not particularly convenient" "Good evening, or is it morning, I don't care, Good Day everyone!" Evan was one of the last to arrive in the Goddess's chamber "The Goddess is fairly captivating... for a mortal" Hazzakan pointed out, Evan glanced at her "Meh, never seen the attraction in women personally" the Goddess opened a secret hatch and people began to file through "As for the rest of them... I have never seen a bigger freakshow in my life" Hazzakan muttered gazing around at the various people and creatures before them, one looked at Hazzakan with suspicion "What are you looking at? I am a creature of chaos! Hazzakan! The Destroyer!" "He made those titles up" Evan pointed out "Shut up Evan! Go through the stupid passage!" the demon shoved him roughly and he bumped into a horrific looking man with a mask "Oh, hello handsome" Evan wasn't one to notice such trivial things as looks "Evan Dark, summoner extraordinaire, master of darkness, lord of lightning" as he proffered his hand for a shake "He made those titles up" Hazzakan interjected, the man ignored him "Mortal, we're lagging behind the rest of the group" Hazzakan pulled him away "Very well, I'm sure we'll meet again whoever you are"
Name: Malkira the Cursed Gender: Was male, now... well it’s explained later Age: 30 at death, half a year dead, half a year since being reborn Description: Malkira looks like a large elegantly carved golem of clay wearing (for no reason) red and black robes. The golem has a mouthless face that resembles a mask, a bit like this but with an axe and a shorter neck Personality: His personality shifts a lot, although mostly he is ambitious and condescending Weapons: Two handed Axe Armour: none yet AS: Thunder, Aero, Cure, Blitz Strengths: Magic, sheer strength, experienced in battle Weaknesses/Fears: not really alive, very slow, fears death and assassins History: Malkira was once a human, he was a great mage warlord that fought viciously and ravaged lands across the realm. However he was too greedy, too overconfident and cruel to those he didn’t like, as such many wanted him dead. As the grand mage was sleeping in a local inn an assassin cut his throat, and so the great general died in bed, not in battle. His loyal followers knew that this meant his soul would be lost and could never rest, so they crossed all boundaries and went above and beyond to bring him back, in the end imbuing his lost soul into a golem of clay. Malkira decided not to waste his second chance at life and decided instantly to focus everything on becoming as powerful a mage as possible and not making the same mistakes, despite the fact that his magic was now severely reduced. Therefore he now travels the realm using his skills for better purposes and learning. Other: Malkira is a soul residing in a magical construct Character build chosen: Magic Character build weakness: Speed
"Thief!" a bolt of purple Lightning arced from the point of the staff and fried the innocent (well kinda) thief who had unwisely attempted to pickpocket the hooded mage. Evan leaned over with malice in his eyes. The village borders were practically empty so nobody came to the thief's aid, and even if there were witnesses nobody wanted to mess with a man like Evan. "So, what were you expecting to steal? I have barely any money left, and certainly nothing you could sell" as Evan spoke a floating purple eye with writhing tentacles materialised from the shadows "It's true, we had so much money before he decided to spend it all" Hazzakan explained bitterly "I bought fifty pairs of boots and threw them into the forest as an offering to the Prince of Fairies" Evan stated bluntly "Really?" Hazzakan sighed "No, of course not... they weren't for the Prince of Fairies" a silent baleful glare from Hazzakan communicated utter distaste "He has enough shoes" during this conversation the thief tried to crawl away "Oh no you don't!" Evan lunged with a blade that appeared from thin air, but before he could a purple tentacle struck and snapped the man's neck "How dare you? I wanted to kill him!" Hazzakan had the man held up in a strong tendril and analysed the body "You had your chance but decided to talk about shoes, if I didn't know any better I'd say you were a woman behind that mask" Evan opened his mouth for a retort but the skies shook with thunder. Both Evan and Hazzakan looked up, then westward. "That's no ordinary thunder. It seems our Union friends are in a bit of a predicament" "Zeus is attacking. Probably something to do with the goddess. Should we help?" "We could... But we could also not" Evan examined the situation, Hazzakan rolled his eye "I wish you were an elf, then we wouldn't have to involve ourselves in these stupid wars for the walrus" "Seal, Hazzakan. Or was it Sea Lion? I can't remember" The action was intense, Empire and Union soldiers battling fiercely and the gods cutting vast swathes of destruction through the ranks. Several brave soldiers and fighters attempted to fight the gods themselves but all were repelled with ease. While Evan was clearly mad, he wasn't mad enough to risk his life in the pursuit of glory or revenge. "Seriously? You couldn't find any tea? How will we have our tea party now?" Evan complained to Hazzakan. "Ahem, shouldn't you be fighting?" They were sat at the edge of the battle and Evan had laid his cape on the ground and summoned a table and cups, Hazzakan reached into the battle every now and then to kill and Empire soldier, although he never checked so it could be anyone "Or at least protect the Goddess" "The guy who got catapulted against a wall has that sorted" Evan attempted to summon some tea but once again organic matter was somewhat of a problem. "I need some time to rest before the battle" Before he could rest a empire soldier came running towards him sword raised. Evan didn't move and stayed stationary until the soldier was but a meter away, at which point he simply stepped closer, something the soldier certainly wasn't expecting. They collided and the soldier lost his weapon as they fell to the floor "Ooh, shouldn't you at least buy me a drink first?" He joked. The soldier was surprised. He was even more surprised by the conjured blade that Evan held, with its blade embedded in the man's stomach. "Okay, so I'm rested, let's fight!" "At last"
Name: Evan Dark Age: 25 Appearance: Black hair, purple eyes, purple and black hooded robes, masked Faction: Union Race: Human... sorta Pact Partner: Hazzakan the Chaotic Demon Pact Price: Sanity Weapon: Lightning Staff, Summoned Blades Biography: Spoiler From a young age Evan had known that humble village life wasn't for him, he was an impetuous child who hated labour and preferred books and academic studies. Eventually Evan left his family entirely and soon discovered a talent for magic, spending all his time trying to improve. He spent a few years studying summoning at a proper academy but hated the restriction so left to teach himself. Gradually he became more and more talented and soon delved into dark magics that certainly weren't safe, dark rituals such as necromancy and blood magic. At one point during a particularly dangerous summoning ritual, for the purpose of conjuring a creature of chaos, a horrific accident happened and Evan's soul was entwined with that of a Chaotic Demon, Hazzakan. Evan found himself insane and with a being of chaos inside his head, and Hazzakan had been trapped in this pact and sentenced to protect and follow Evan wherever he went. Although loosely tied to the Union he is quite independant, and incredibly cruel and mad. Name: Hazzakan Age: Indefinable Appearance: A central eye with several tentacles Race: Chaotic Demon Pact Partner: Evan Dark Pact Price: Freedom Biography: Spoiler Hazzakan has existed for a long time, occasionally spreading terror and chaos among civilisation, unlike others his wishes do not only include destruction and chaos, Hazzakan wants more, he wants power and knowledge and gains it through deceit and trickery. Now that he has unintentionally entered into the pact with Evan he tries, and often succeeds, to manipulate him. Now he partly wants to spread chaos through him, but also wants to be free.
Name: Evan Dark Age: 25 Appearance: Black hair, purple eyes, purple and black hooded robes, masked Faction: Union Race: Human... sorta Pact Partner: Hazzakan the Chaotic Entity Pact Price: Sanity Weapon: Lightning Staff, Summoned Blades Biography: Spoiler From a young age Evan had known that humble village life wasn't for him, he was an impetuous child who hated labour and preferred books and academic studies. Eventually Evan left his family entirely and soon discovered a talent for magic, spending all his time trying to improve. He spent a few years studying summoning at a proper academy but hated the restriction so left to teach himself. Gradually he became more and more talented and soon delved into dark magics that certainly weren't safe, dark rituals such as necromancy and blood magic. At one point during a particularly dangerous summoning ritual, for the purpose of conjuring a creature of chaos, a horrific accident happened banishing him to the beyond realms. In a desperate attempt to return he made a pact with a being of Chaos, a writhing maelstrom trickster known as Hazzakan. Hazzakan could return him to the real world in exchange for what he knew, for Hazzakan wanted nothing but Power, but he had no idea what the pact would mean for him. The pact entwined the two and made Evan lose his sanity. On their return to the real world Evan found himself insane and with a being of chaos inside his head, and Hazzakan had been trapped in this realm sentenced to protect and follow Evan wherever he went. Although loosely tied to the Union he is quite independant, and incredibly cruel and insane. Name: Hazzakan Age: Indefinable Appearance: A writhing purple maelstrom with an eye in the centre and several tentacles reaching out Race: Chaotic Entity Pact Partner: Evan Dark Pact Price: Freedom Biography: Spoiler Hazzakan has existed in the chaotic realm for a long time, occasionally going back through to the real world to spread terror and chaos, unlike others his wishes do not only include destruction and chaos, Hazzakan wants more, he wants power and knowledge and gains it through deceit and trickery. Upon encountering Evan when he was banished to the Chaos realm Hazzakan saw an opportunity and tricked Evan into giving him his knowledge to get him back home, but it backfired on Hazzakan when he realised he had unintentionally entered into a pact with Evan. Now he partly wants to spread chaos through him, but also wants to be free.
