[hider=The Adversary, Lord of the Occult, King of Demons] [centre][img]http://i.imgur.com/eo3eaPg.png[/img][/centre] [color=ed1c24]Name:[/color] The Adversary [color=ed1c24]Aliases:[/color] Mammon, The Wretched Advocate, The King in Red, The Scholar Below, Him, Our Friend Downstairs [color=ed1c24]Gender:[/color] Referred to as male. [color=ed1c24]Domain (Portfolio):[/color] Occult (Demons) [color=ed1c24]Occult (Demons) Description:[/color] The occult’s realm is that of black magic. The magic of the material world, riddled with all the flaws and intricacies of Mammon. It is a magic that comes from potions, wild esoteric herbs, or the bones of long-dead dragons. Mandrake and salamander and wolf jelly and wicker men, chalked-out runes and pinned wax dolls and talismans of bone. And gods. The Adversary deals in demons. Foul beasts of unnatural proportion, winged howling things cast of horror. Lank serpents languish with malicious languor and man-eating mages make perditious potions of magnificent maleficence. Oppressive pressures press upon your thoughts and cry out in iron laughter as the demon lord approaches. There are none who could not benefit from the use of demons. But such things do not come freely. Where greed-filled kings conspire with spiteful vizier, a roaring demon is sure to follow. Freakish creatures rise when desperate peasant-women search for secret zests to burn upon a hidden alter. When dying heroes gasp their last and feel the steel shock of blade upon their breast, they are given a choice. Give up their thoughtless morals and live again. Or die. The Adversary relishes such pacts. [color=ed1c24]Alignment:[/color] Indifferent to all. Chaos, law, good and evil; they hold no meaning. The majestic spectacle of reality has no regard for imagined dogma. The Adversary will provide His black service to all who desire it, if only they will give a little... [color=ed1c24]Personality:[/color] The Adversary lives to see other creations fail. He loves to test them, break down their will, their petty delusions and tiny thoughts of grandiose honour. His prime pleasure is to see passions displaced by greed, vice, or shocking desire to live alive. But these small delights pale in comparison to when they refuse His offer. When a creation truly lives by the laws they have set themselves, when they surprise Him through character alone, The Adversary knows the worth of His work. [color=ed1c24]Appearance:[/color] The King in Red takes many forms. One is a solitary crimson face, horned and many-teethed, wreathed in oily smoke. A burning crown filled with thorns another. His most mighty manifestation is as the blinding letters H I M great in size and formed of pure whiteness. But most humanoid is that of a man huge in stature, robed in red and crowned in scarlet mercury. [color=ed1c24]Musical Theme:[/color] [url]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KMdMmVYvGhg&ab_channel=SimonSwerwer[/url] [color=ed1c24]Description:[/color] The Adversary is a black god of pure will. He is lord and master of a thousand thousand dark creations. His brain is the brain behind all the quivering, scuttling things that lurk under rocks and in the dark of caves; his mind the mind behind the mighty beasts of wicked ritual that dance among the poplar trees. He reclines eternally upon his ruby throne, books in hand and quill in other. A myriad monstrous designs spook the confines of his head, ready to be made real when the right sacrifice comes. [color=ed1c24]Concealment Level:[/color] 4 [color=ed1c24]Detection Level:[/color] 4 [/hider] [hider=Landmarks] [hider=The Blood Wells and the Black Labyrinth] [color=crimson]Creation:[/color] Physical [color=crimson]Name:[/color] The Black Labyrinth and the Blood Wells. [color=crimson]Description:[/color] All across Galbar lie the gaping blood wells. Wyrms ate through the earth and left behind smooth shafts deep underground. Black magic is extremely potent when used near these pits. Sacrifices to the red god Mammon will always be answered. Burn an offering at its edge; throw cattle into the void; or most potent of all, pour blood into the darkness. You'll hear a ringing in the air. Slowly, up, up will rise a terrible figure made all of oil and blood, ready to do all your bidding. Where do the blood wells lead? To the depths, the maze below. Dank mines and tunnels, a sewer of blood and corpses and ash and filth. A desperate man could travel its paths unnoticed above the surface. He must avoid the wandering wyrms if he does not wish to be rendered to his basest elements. [color=crimson]Appearance:[/color] The ground falls away into darkness. A perfect lip surrounds a pit burrowed deep into the earth. Your heart beats hard. All else is silent. The grass does not rustle. The birbs do not sing. You feel a slight tug at your legs, your thoughts. Just take one more step. Just...let go. [/hider] [/hider] [hider=Creatures] [hider=Wyrms] [color=crimson]Life:[/color] Species [color=crimson]Name:[/color] Wyrm/s [color=crimson]Lifespan:[/color] Infinite [color=crimson]Description:[/color] The dreadful wyrms that left H I M's body and bored deep into the ground. They dig through the earth still, the divided remains of those that first supped on moist clay and stone. Within the shadows they lurk; they stalk the silent tunnels of their own making, living on blood and magic sacrificed to the glory of the material -- or the lonely wanderer sent down from the world above. [color=crimson]Appearance:[/color] Black, oily slithers, great worms of slick liquid and solid ash. [hider=The creation of the Blood Wells] [img]http://i.imgur.com/rOvnhTI.png[/img] [/hider] [/hider] [/hider]