Sophrus

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bah, yall are no fun. lol

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well, Luciel's reaction might not as fun, but Unyat will be very interested in you lol.

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i am a little curious how you all are going to react to a cosmic horror lol.

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Unyat

Unyat slithered through the thick grass of the field well below the entrance to the cave where the voice of some woman was echoing out. He was weaving his way through the scarecrow statues. As he did, curiosity got the better of him and he stopped face to face with one of the black scarecrows. The Nglui crawling on him slid down and off slithering through the grass trying to eat any small creatures that where unlucky enough to be near by. Unyat studied the black statue very closely, withdrawing his Black Lexicon and started sketching in exacting detail with a thin tentacle and a sharp lump of charcoal. He began to lightly touch the scarecrow and simultaneously began to take notes and draw, jotting down ideas of what the statues are made of or what their purpose might be.

Unyat withdrew his knife and dug it into the earth drawing several arcane circles and preformed several simplistic rituals that where supposed to reveal its secrets. "Urah Ithasa Gatrag" As he breathed the words vile black magic welled up through him but the rituals where not strong enough to give Unyat any kind of information. he cursed in annoyance but did not feel the statues where important enough to warrant more complex rituals.

After several minutes of study he believed that he knew all he would about the statue unless he smashed it or something interesting happened with it. He tucked the tome of knowledge away and called for the Nglui with an inaudible command passed through their minds, as they returned their bellies full of insects and rodents that could not escape. As he made his final preparations he heard something above and behind him, the voice of a female exclaiming at the view. He looked up studying her with a mild curiosity as he could feel bit of magical sense from her and her compatriots. "Interesting" he mutters to himself.

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i was thinking about joining the witch et al, but the setup doesnt make that easy for me. need to think of something. lol.

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Hider

Name:Unyat (oon-yAt)

Race:Old One or Elder Thing
Appearance:

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Unyat does not wear any clothing but does have Small Creatures (Nglui) always crawling on his body
Inventory: The Black Lexicon a tome of profane and black rituals authored by Unyat himself filled with magical theory and lost magic.
Ritual Knife a knife made from obsidian and blessed to be used in terrible ceremonies.
Nglui Who are enslaved to Unyat's mind.

Special Abilities:
Necromacy, Able to raise the dead and enslave them to his will for a brief period of time before the magic fades. They are very strong however as they are powered by magic rather than muscle but this means the magic only lasts a few days at most.
Mind Magic, Able to invade the minds of others to either destroy or enslave their minds or render them hopelessly insane.
Resistance to Black Magic, Through eons of working with Black Magic Unyat is nearly immune to it and the madness that accompanies the lost magic.

Personality: Old, and distrusting of others. However, he will pursue magical knowledge with tenacity especially if it pertains to his ancient gods.

History: Unyat had lived in the deepest tunnels and lost parts of the world for many eons, civilizations and great heroes lived and died above and around him but they mattered little to Unyat. He ignored them as minor trifles that needlessly distracted him from his ultimate goal, bringing the old gods back to the world. To survive Unyat preyed on the foolish who ventured too deep. Over the passing years, Unyat found in a deep tunnel a small colony of Nglui feasting on someone who had tried to navigate through the deep tunnels. The Nglui are extremely aggressive and are capable of stripping a body to the bones in a matter of a few minutes. Unyat enslaved the small creatures to his will with a dark ritual.

Dark ritual and black magics are nothing strange to Unyat. He obsesses about magical theory and strives to learn ever more. In the tunnels he strove to learn the oldest of rituals, striving for the lost connection to his elder gods. While never bringing his gods into this realm the portals did occasionally allow something through, though it was never helpful and often made the deeps more dangerous if that where possible.

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@Diggerton

Awesome.

Also, i thought i would mention, the other magic that he would be using such as necromancy or any other spells would be more ritualistic. he would be very hard pressed to use any kind of magic in the middle of combat. he would only be able to make quick jabs to the body or mind. Summoning a greater undead creature or a fireball would take some kind of preparation. much like the witch character.

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Gregor, The Iron Hide

Gregor marched through the putrid swamp entirely oblivious to the stench but still carried his sword and shield at the ready. He walked aimlessly and slowly as though he was exhausted. The group talked among themselves as Gregor neared the bonfire but their presence went completely unnoticed. He walked directly into the group and finding a good place near the bonfire. He took his bastard sword and sank it deep into the damp earth then set his shield on the ground leaning on the sword. Taking a step forward he opened his palms to the fire to feel the faint warmth through the gloves of his gauntlets.

Turning his head Gregor inspects the man impaled to the tree, who may or may not have been talking, he really hadn't noticed. "Oh my" he says aloud but to himself. He then begins to ponder where he was and what he was doing, quietly muttering to himself and certainly not reaching a conclusion. Gregor pulls at his helm in frustration and sets it on the hilt of his blade still in the ground revealing the dry and rotten face of the long dead, someone who was close to losing their humanity completely.

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Moved to CS section, I'll get an IC up soonish

Dark Souls: Sins of the Lords

Hows this?

Gregor, The Iron Hide

Name: Gregor, The Iron Hide

Age: 28

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Weapon: Simple bastard sword and tower shield

Armor: Heavy black iron armor making him slow, relying on his armor and toughness to survive rather than speed.

Curse: Undead - nearing hollow

History: Gregor Fought in the armies of Berenike known for their extremely heavy weapons and armor. He fought the undead that constantly wandered into Berenike. He fought long and hard, he was eventually killed by a dozen hollows. some time later he dragged himself out of his own grave, he began to wander searching for purpose. he died over and over again slowing losing what humanity he retained.

He is forgetful sometimes even losing track where he is or who he is with. When confronted he fights with tenacity and brutality, while shruging off blows that would stop lesser warriors.