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Post by Bellighul//Amilcar on Feb 7, 2024 15:00:56 GMT -5
A powerful storm lurked on the horizon, one of many that will grow in magnitude as winter deepens. The mountains, like well used blades are jagged and towering. A stray course of lightning stretches deep into the interior of Sky Peak, illuminating the devilishly handsome face of the Lord of Ghouls. His lips are stained a scarlet hue, whether wine or blood depended on the hour. At this moment, it was his own vintage, the crystal chalice brought to his lips dazzled likewise. He was seated upon a black folding chair, one leg draped over the other and bobbing a tall heeled shoe. Nearby was a table, dragged from his carriage by his manservant and his ghoul, supported a number of figs, almonds and cheeses lain across a bronze ornate platter. He did not eat. Nor did he aid his minions as they dragged a large timber post across the wet mud towards a structure.
"My Lord, when you are finished of course, your magic would make this far quicker." Jacapo strained as the ghoul shoved from the bottom to bring the post upright. Indeed, the Necromancer certainly could have. Yet, he was a bit preoccupied with the notes of chocolate, green apple and hay that lingered on his senses.
Onlookers narrowed their eyes at the Dark Mage but were soon amazed with but a few movements of the hand.
A violet energy surrounded a nearby stack of shingles and Bellighul nonchalantly swiped his hand causing the load of shingles to be lifted into the air before landing on the roof of a home.*
"My powers are not for such plebeian tasks Jacapo...I summon devils and horrors at my whim. I will aid as much as I desire."
*Telekinesis*
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Post by Leandros Aurthurian on Feb 8, 2024 21:52:59 GMT -5
While in clothing Bellighul and Leandros may appear similar, their attitudes were on opposite ends of the spectrum. The knight, clad in his shining armor and fine cloak as always, came down the street with several large pieces of lumber hoisted over a shoulder. Behind him trail a halfling with heavy buckets of stone in each hand and another human man with a bag of tools slung over the shoulder. "This should be the home." The trio of men arrive at a home near where the Lord of Ghouls sits. Leandros exchanges a few polite words with the crew on the roof before handing up the lumber. Gilder makes his way up a ladder to hand over the tools while Theo takes the buckets to the masons working on the bottom half of the house. "You must be tired good sir, it feels wrong to ask a man like yourself to be doing simple manual labor." The foreman of the group looks down at Leandros with a sheepish look. "Oh it is no worries friend. You need help and I am able to offer it. Simple as that." He beams brightly up at them. Leandros has never been the most handy of men. The knight can handle the most basic of repairs for his home, but that's it. What he is really really good at though is carrying lots of heavy things, years and years of training help with that.
Quest Name: Storm Proofed Participants: Two or more Location: Dragon's Cradle (Sky Peak) Post Requirements: 4 posts per person, 200 words per post Reward: +1 Renown Description: Those in the Cradle know winter can be especially rough for them, as the storms above don't cease just because the air has cooled, often times mixing with snow or rain, making them much more frustrating. Because of this, locals have made it a tradition to fix up homes, businesses, and establishments, getting them ready for both the winter storms and decrease in temperature. Sky Peak has an open invitation for anyone wanting to help in this endeavor. The job is simple: assist locals in weather proofing their homes with materials such as new lumber, pitch, shingles, and tools needed to do so.
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Post by Bellighul//Amilcar on Feb 9, 2024 13:15:46 GMT -5
Leandros immediately caught the vampire's attention; a shimmering beckon of hope. A Paladin humble enough to aid others despite an obvious Noble standing. Armor clad and gleaming, a Lion whose fangs met only the neck of evil, sparing the good and kind. His strength of arm and heart gave the civilians a smile, watching as the knight became a bannerman of a better tomorrow. Leandros was being waved at, cheered on and toasted to as men and women together hammered and hoisted away.
Bellighul , thus, already hated him. Was it envy? Perhaps. No one was ever inspired by his presence, nor really ever glad to see him. He was the shadow on a sunny day. The grim reminder of classism and the dark side of wealth. Yet, he adored it. So why have such animosity towards someone who represented the opposite? Because, truly, Amilcar wanted everything.
The Necromancer's eyes narrowed, eyes tracing the knight. Huffing from his nostrils he stood up from his lounge, fingers curled into fists and squeezing like he was strangling air.
"I am Bellighul, Lord and Master of the Villa of Lost Souls." The sorcerer projected at Leandros and all within earshot. Jacapo nearly leaped into the scene, barreling into a tumble and now mud covered, lifted his finger high into the air. "Bellighul- Lord of Ghouls! Foremost practitioner of the dark arts in all of Zeinav!" The scarecrow bounded up and onto his feet. The latter sentence was unsupported and more than likely, false. Certainly though, Amilcar claimed it regardless of proof or evidence. "Amilcar! Great and glorious is he! A bearer of a thousand titles!" From Jacapo's sleeve a fine scroll was pulled forth, wrapped in a silken ribbon. Unrolling the scroll with a quick motion, the scroll's end tumbled down into the muck, several feet in length. "The Deadly Diabolist! The...." Bellighul's hand wrapped around Jacapo's shoulder, causing him to stop a rather ridiculously lengthy list of titles and namesakes, a byproduct of ancient customs no longer practiced in Zeinav.
Bellighul released Jacapo and moved forward, leather boots striking the muck and heading towards Leandros. His eyes maintained a viper like stare as he spoke.
"Hail to thee, highborn. Forgive my outburst, it is common for my people to address another of status. You merely walked past me, I assume you were too focused on aiding others and not a slight against my honor. You are forgiven." Bellighul lifted his chin high, his white mane dancing behind him. "Yet, I see a chance for sport...let us see who can aid more of these commoners. Your might or my magic? Surely, the people would enjoy a contest of champions in our respective abilities, Ser....?" Bellighul chose to ask for Leandros' name last.
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Post by Leandros Aurthurian on Feb 11, 2024 12:05:05 GMT -5
Leandros turns to look behind him as Jacapo started rattling off exaltives and Bellighul made his presence known. Gilder gives them a blank stare for a moment before returning to his work. This is noble nonsense and none of his business. Theo on the other hand has stopped to watch the dancing scarecrow, having not seen something like that before.
The knight simply holds a genial smile and waits for the introductions to finish. Had they met at a more formal event there would probably be a herald with a similar sheet of titles handed to Leandros whether he wanted them or not. At the end of it all, he gives a polite and soft laugh.
"Apologies, no offense was intended. It's rare outside the courts to meet someone who holds those standards, especially given everything that has happened as of late. I am Leandros Aurthurian of Capitol Landing, though Leandros is just fine."
His expression does fall a bit at the suggestion of making a game out of this, "I would prefer not to call them commoners, they are friends, being born into wealth does not put us above anyone else...and I would hesitate to make a competition of this, people are in need of help. We should make a game out of their need. I am more than willing to combine our efforts."
Leandros smiles again, "Besides, I think we can both agree that a powerul mage like yourself could easily outpace a man like myself. I am limited by the physical capabilites of the body while you are only limited by your will and knowledge, both of which I can only assume are as sharp as any blade I carry."
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