Warlock

Ben would find bloody carnage in the wake of Mephistopheles, with the carcasses of multiple hybrids strewn about in various forms of dismemberment. Buckets of blood painted the walls around the hulking monster, his body covered in deep gashes and bite marks. None of these seemed to disturb the demon, however, as it was busy in the process of devouring one of the hybrids that it held so much hatred for. Its maw was opened to impossible lengths, as the legs were descending down into its gullet. With each forceful movement of its body, the muscles within its jaw and neck broke the bones, eviscerated the flesh, and sent jets of blood flying. Two more movements of his powerful jaws, and the hybrid was fully devoured. After he was finished, he roared deeply into the ceiling, the sound carrying down into the depths of the caves. He was proclaiming his dominance. "Have you acquired the artifact?" He asked after taking a moment to gather his wits. This battle had vexed him sorely, but he had worked through some of his aggression in a sense. It was almost therapeutic, viciously slaughtering those you associated your anger with. Of course it would never compare to being able to perform the act upon the true source of his disdain and loathing... "If you have, then it is time for my end of the bargain." Looking around the chamber, he noticed this was clearly some kind of feeding ground. "Their lore must be stored elsewhere, deeper within the cave I believe." The shadows within him began to disperse, and Mathias returned once more. "I will not be able to call upon Mephistopheles for a while now. He needs time to regenerate from that onslaught, and I do not trust him to cede control if he has been let out for so long." He began walking once more, a small belch emitted past his lips. "Excuse me."

I need to find a home for this little guy, he just wants some loving. https://www.valucre.com/topic/38967-mephistopheles/

Name: Mephistopheles Age: Unknown Race: Devil Gender: Male Height: 10'1 Weight: 775 lbs Wingspan: 7 ft Horn length: 3 feet growing from horns and curving inwards Influence: 4 Abilities: Fel Corruption (passive): (3) Whenever Mephistopheles uses his magic or makes physical contact with an element such as the earth, it becomes corrupted by the demonic magic of the Fel. This corruption reinforces the devil's influence on that element, and makes it difficult for others to manipulate said elements as well. For every time that Mephistopheles uses his magic, a five foot area around him, increasing by another five feat for each subsequent time he casts a spell unless he moves from his original position, in which the process starts over. Summon Imp: (2) Through his mastery over the art of summoning demons, Mephistopheles pulls forth three ruby red imps from the depths of Hell. Physical stats: Height: 4'10 Weight: 140 lbs The imps have the physical strength to break through wood as if it were paper. Their speed is relative to that of a large dog (around seventeen to twenty miles per hour) and have razor sharp claws and teeth. Only three imps can be spawned at one time and Mephistopheles cannot summon more imps unless the original three are dead. When killed the imps will explode, splattering out their blood in a large mess generally around ten feet or so in diameter. Every drop of blood from the imps causes corruption to the element in which it touches. Dark Elementalism: (4) Through his studies of the dark arts, Mephistopheles is able to exert his infernal influence over the four cardinal elements. Each of these abilities furthers his demonic influence over the land around him, and in certain cases (as in corrupted water and fire) can use the elements to directly corrupt the landscape around him. His affinity with the main elements are as follows. Fel Fire: Bright green flames that burn the soul as much as they can burn through cold steel. Fel Fire is of the same temperature as blue fire, can be casted at speeds upwards of sixty miles per hour and can be interacted with normally like a regular fire could. Anything burned by these demonic flames are corrupted by the power of the demon Mephistopheles. Only other fire does not become susceptible to the corrupting power of Fel Flames. Fel Wind: From the circle of Hell of those who Lust, these winds come forth to bring suffering upon the mortal plane. Using this power Mephistopheles can generate eighty mile per hour winds and create twisters to send towards his opponents. If consumed by fire, the taint of the demonic magic transfers to the fire, though the Fel Wind is incapable of corrupting any other element with the power of the Fel. Fel wind is also considered toxic to most living creatures of the mortal realm, causing irritation to both the eyes and the lungs. Fel Earth: Blackened landscapes are all one can see when the earth itself is bent to the will of this devil. Able to control up to three hundred pounds of earth and send it hurtling at fifty miles an hour. His manipulation of the earth also includes being able to control how loose or compact certain earthen minerals such as dirt or sand are. Fel Earth does not hold the ability to corrupt the air but can corrupt the water and fire through saturation and combustion if set ablaze. Fel Water: Crystal clear waters now turned to putrid sludge, the power of Mephistopheles is all but unstoppable. Through this spell the infernal being is able to control upwards of a hundred gallons of water. Steam, ice and water are all states of matter that he is able to control and change at will, creating potent attacks that are toxic to those of the mortal plane. With the ability to cast this water at speeds of sixty miles an hour, these waters are most unwelcome. The liquid state is viscous sludge which can cause toxic shock if ingested. If made into mist it becomes a thick black miasma that can choke the respiratory system. Once made into an umbra colored piece of ice, it is perhaps in its safest form, if not for how deceptively slippery it is, as if there was no friction at all to it. Equipment: Razor Claws: (3) The talons upon his hands are sharpened to a fine point. These claws are capable of shredding through iron as if it were paper, each point of contact further corruption. If it happens to pierce the flesh of a living creature, a potent venom is injected into the bloodstream. Intense pain, nausea and paralysis follows soon after in a matter of minutes. Unholy Flesh: (4) Mephistopheles is not composed of normal flesh and bone, but he must have a physical body to interact in the mortal plane. He is immune to poisons and venom's, but is still vulnerable to decapitation and whole body destruction. Divine magic's are a weakness, able to cut through his hide like paper while at most it would take hardened steel to cut him. Physical stats: Bench press: 955 lbs Squat: 1000 lbs Leg press: 1200 lbs Running speed: 55 mph Sprint: 65 mph Fly: 70 mph

Assume that your character is going to meet up with them at the market instead of following either of them. I think that'll be the safest best

Right now he is set up with the Empire that Twitterpated runs in Genesaris, in an attempt at trying to find his purpose in life.

The old switcharoony. A classic misdirect that had Ember arching an eyebrow above her sunglasses. Clearly this was some next level fuckery being employed right now, but she could work with it. "Yes, our deal still stands. There are always plenty of bodies to pick from in the city of Izral, so you will be well supplied. Of course none of that happens if you don't become the new commander of the Poor Sons." Fishing out a communication crystal from her pocket, she set it on the table and tapped at the holographic keyboard until an image appeared. "This is what an average Poor Sons commander looks like." Standing about six inches tall on the table was what looked to be a straight backed, confident looking man with a clean shaved face and determination in their eyes. "Make note of the uniform, everything has to be up to code if you're going to pass yourself off as one of them. I'll be sending my little runner here to go fetch the uniform we stashed a while back and meet us near their new headquarters." A yawn snuck up on her, and she felt frustrated at having to cede some of the tough guy routine to acknowledge she was feeling tired. Everything felt so much simpler when she was just able to read her dirty romance novels like The Orisian Duchess, she enjoyed thinking past to those books. Wait, no that was a bad idea at this time, she couldn't be thinking about dirty books when she's trying to detail their plan! This was no time to be fantasizing about Count Borgia and his tight, rippling muscled chest or his chiseled chin or his huge dangling-fuck she had a real problem now. After her long yawn was over she cleared her throat and crossed her right leg over her left rather tightly. "Sorry about that. Organizing this operation has been a little bit taxing on me." It was more than taxing, its been downright bullshit. Ember desperately needed to relieve this tension, but she wasn't the kind of basic bitch to just slip away for a few minutes to take care of herself. "Anyway, I will be with you disguised as your campaign manager, a little devil on your shoulder as they say." Another shift, the tiefling tried to play off her crossing her legs again as being in an uncomfortable seat, but she could feel the heat in her cheeks that would have given away a pink skinned human if anyone had saw it. "Head over to the building on Eighth street like we discussed and get the clothes we need. You know where its hidden, and get to the little market ten blocks from the headquarters, that's where we'll be waiting for you." Ember knew him to be one of her more talented runners, feeling that he had a good future in store for him if things went well. She on the other hand was slowly driving the nail of her thumb deeper into the palm of her hand in a discreet fashion, in the hopes of driving out the burning lust in her groin. One of these days she was going to have to get back on the market, because being single was not working out for her romantic life.

I am conflicted about putting Mathias into Orisia. On the one hand it would be a good means of him getting into the Triumvirate and continuing his growth as a character and a warlock. On the other hand he is a walking toxic sewage drain of demonic magic and I don't imagine La'Ruta would appreciate being continuously poisoned just by Mathias being there. So it would be a real conundrum for me.

Hey no problem, we all got our responsibilities. And sure Dizzy you can try out a different character if you'd like.

At the sound of the acolyte getting slapped, Ember legitimately almost jumped out of her skin. Eyes went wide as she looked around, noticing all the eyes on them now as the servant was reeling from the disciplinarian action. If the situation wasn't quickly disarmed, then someone was bound to call the cops on them for assault. "Theater people, always going for the dramatic, right?" She laughed, hoping the others would too as the wandering eyes began to look somewhere else. It wouldn't put the notice off them entirely, but at least it would hopefully keep them from trying to get the Poor Sons out to settle the matter. "Yeah, you are definitely going to have to tone that done, just a little bit." She said as she took a sip of her hot beverage. As an added measure of keeping their conversation a little more private, her hand became illuminated in a greenish tinge of light. Now that the spell was cast, anyone attempting to listen in on their conversation would hear a completely different conversation instead. It was a good means of keeping their words safe plus it allowed her to talk a little more personally with the necromancer. Jennifer always warned her those practitioners were dangerous, she just didn't realize they were a bit on the dickish side either. "Look, this only works if you are able to pass yourself off as a respectable member of society. Smacking around people for minor shit doesn't jive well with the Orphans, and it especially doesn't work with the Poor Sons." She explained, trying to keep her voice from getting towards a hostile tone. The mission was too important to get hung up over a few questionable character flaws, but she also wasn't going to allow this son of a bitch to just put the beat down on anyone he wants. "Take a seat." Ember said as the other member of the Orphans when they arrived at the café. She was going to need everyone she could if they were going to be successful in this. If everything went well, they would get a hell of a lot more clout than they would before. "We all want the same thing here, spook boy. The plan is simple, but incredibly risky. You are going to be the new Commander of the Poor Sons in this city." She said as she kept to drinking away her exhaustion, hoping to get the necromancer to join their side.

Mathias was somewhat impressed by the amount of carnage these hybrids were able to commit. In fact they seemed to be causing as much trouble as... "AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" It was rather unfortunate for the draconian hybrids at this time as they seemed to have triggered a difficult memory for the warlock. Images of the coven he had built up, of all the work he had put into settling all of his power into the Abysmal Caves, and all for that harlot Arashi to dash it all to pieces! "I WILL CONSUME YOUR SOULS!" This was not his voice, this was the voice of the darker half of Mathias, the demon known as Mephistopheles. In an explosion of dark fog, the diminutive, weak body of Mr. Mollins became the hulking, horned figure of inky darkness. Every step his hoofed feet made seemed to burn the very ground in small emerald embers. Folded wings jutted from his back, but it was clear this ten foot tall monster was just as deadly with his claws and magic without his ability to fly. Taking a leap forward, he would barrel into the group of draconian menaces, tearing into them with a bloodlust one can hardly believe if they saw it. The small portion of hybrids which were not caught in the chaotic grasp of the maddened demon looked to the other for a fight. One of them seemed to wield the ring on his finger that was so desired by the duo. While the number of aggressors were significantly reduced, it was hardly going to be an easy fight. Even Mephistopheles was sustaining heavy damage from the vicious onslaught of the draconians.

"Think carefully" Gorgerron said "before you choose to strike me down. Even if you do achieve this, my connection with the land makes my death parallel to the forests." Many of the dryads and the entwood constructs seemed to bristle at the thought of the forest dying with their god. "We won't be taking our death laying down ya hear me!" Ragelager said, his dwarves readying their own weapons for a charge. If they were going to die, they would go down fighting, a true dwarven death. "Enough!" The forest god said, his anger seemed to cause much of the forest to stir with restlessness. Fleeing for their lives, the birds that once rested upon Gorgerron's antlers would now rest themselves upon the branches of a nearby tree. "Balance has been disrupted, the cycle has been broken, due to the actions of the dwarves." With but a nod, a dryad guided three small orc children into the clearing, the very same ones Walker and the werewolf had encountered. "The orcs of these forests were mine own children, and now you hold them far beyond my reach." Looking to the smaller ones, Gorgerron could not help but to feel saddened by the loss of those he created to help care for these lands. "My grief demands I seek vengeance, but I have seen the outcome of this path, as I slumbered deep within the blessed oaks of this place." Waving his hand above his head, a small rainbow appeared, but when one looked deeper inside this phenomenon of water and light, one could see a startling image. Where once there was a thriving, beautiful forest, only the charred husks remained of hundreds of acres of ruined land. Starving animals pick at the ash, hoping to find food, but none remain. All that is left of the conflict are scattered pieces of dwarven armor, dryad spears and the kneeling figure of a burnt and fiery Gorgerron, king of ashes and sorrow. "Even with all the power of the forest at my command, I am powerless against the brutality your people can inflict upon that which I hold dear." Ragelager was unsure of what to make of this information, but his soldiers were even more conflicted than he could have thought. Each of them looked horrified at the devastation, the very thought of such destruction had struck a chord deep within them. From what he saw, it was clear they didn't like what the future held anymore than Gorgerron did. "Don't forget this one knows how to play tricks, this could all be his own way of worming out of dwarven justice!" "No..." One of the soldiers said, stepping forward to the centaur, laying down his hammer as he did so. "I...I don't want any of that to happen, I'm sorry for what I did. We were just following orders, I swear it." "Get back in line, Ingvar! You'll be dead before you're done whimpering for your pathetic life!" Ragelager would not allow for insubordination in his ranks, especially not in the face of an enemy as dangerous as this. "Get him back here, now!" "I didn't want to believe our people could be capable of doing all this." The soldier said, the two dwarves stopping in their tracks before apprehending him. "But you all know Soldier would give the order to raze this forest. We've all fought with her, and we know how she met the brutality of the Drakkons with her own, but the madness stops here...I am done laying down cruel act after cruel act...aren't any of you?" Forced to look introspectively into their own lives, many of the dwarves knew that they could not say they were okay with what they had done. No one would make a move to apprehend the lone dwarf, they were all too stunned at their own shame. "I will make a pledge, an oath to make certain that we never have to see these events come to pass." Others stepped forward, wishing to take the same oath in order to stop the madness they were all barreling towards. It wasn't long before the general was alone both in ideology and in numbers. "On our honor and our beards, we pledge never to bring destruction upon this forest. We will work tirelessly to make certain that this city will not make the same mistakes as Tazarek has. From this day forth, we will be known as the Green-Hammers, to mark our penance for our crimes against the innocent." This they swore in front of their former general, the adventurers, and the forest deity Gorgerron.

Skip me for this round. I can't think of anything else for Jennifer to really say or do that wouldn't just be her sitting there looking at her dead husband's shadow skull

Name: One Nickname: The Impenetrable Age: 0 Race: Elf Height: 6'3 Weight: 260 lbs mostly muscle Eye color: Silver Hair color: Silver Skin color: Pale white Gender: Male Abilities: Energy drain: (3) Due to his genetic structure, One is able to absorb the energy from a given source. Dependent on the source of mana it will cause his eyes and hair to emit a different color of light. One has no ability to use this energy for anything other than a means to feed natural cravings. The colors and their related source of energy are usually related to a corresponding color such as absorbing electricity would cause his hair and eyes to turn yellow. One can only absorb so much energy before his body reaches critical levels. At critical, if he absorbs anymore, it can have a violent reaction and cause his entire body to explode in a flash of energy and flesh. The technology he uses gives her a readout inside his helmet as to how much energy he has absorbed and how much is being processed naturally. Ten feet is the radius at which he can absorb energy from and a one hundred percent measurement system will be used to keep track of how much energy he has absorbed. Example: One absorbs half the damage from a magical lightning bolt. His absorbed percentage of energy now goes up from zero percent to twenty five percent. The maximum percentage for each time One absorbs an energy source is twenty five percent. One can never use her absorption ability to completely negate an attack, only to mitigate the effects it may have on her. Every post counts as five percent of energy processed through her body, but this can never go past zero into the negatives. Equipment: Omega Class Body Armor (3): This form fitting armor is constructed of a titanium mesh suit and plasteel plates covering the vital areas of the body. From the neck to the soles of the feet this armor is created for agility, speed and protection. The mesh itself is a combination of white and gray, while the plates are painted light blue. This unit also comes with a unique built in interface module underneath the protective layer of titanium mesh. Through this interface module the wearer is able to add certain traits or qualities to the suit through the use of upgrade modules. One module that is already included is the battery pack/generator fitted onto the back of the body armor. Using a one hundred percent system, where the system always starts at one hundred percent charged, the use of different modules will drain the battery of its energy, however the small kinetic generator inside the module will gradually recharge the system in a span of five percent charged per post. Weight: 30 lbs Defends Against: The titanium mesh is slash resistant, climate controlled and can protect against medium arms fire such as a .556 millimeter rifle round. The plasteel plates are lightweight but incredibly durable. Can survive temperatures up to five hundred degrees Fahrenheit, withstand large arms fire like the .50 caliber sniper rifle and is insulated to better protect from electrical attacks. Mobility: The Omega Class Body Armor is the golden standard for mobility. With its aerodynamic design the wearer is unimpeded in their range of movement entirely. Gamma Class Protective Helmet: (2) This helmet not only protects against small arms fire (like a .9 millimeter) and concussive damage, it is also featured with a host of features about it as well. While the top half is covered with a specially designed plasteel casing connected to a steel base around the bottom. Inside of the steel base is a multitude of cameras allowing One to view things as if she had no helmet on whatsoever. The first feature this device comes with is a specialized thermal detection screen which can pick up separate heat signatures by a difference of .05 degrees. This feature must be activated and requires ten energy to use for three posts at a time. A secondary feature of this device is the passive ability it brings to the Omega Class Body Armor through the interface module. This ability generates an electromagnetic field of a radius of ten feet, much like a shark, to detect lifeforms around him. If any living creatures or other electric producing entity, the suit will notify One through a small readout on the inside of his helmet. Aegis Class Gauntlets: Sleek, state of the art gauntlets which share the same color design as the titanium mesh of the Omega Class Body Armor. Through the advanced technology of the OXY corporation, these gauntlets are able to project a shield of plasma energy contained within localized gravity fields. These shields are around six feet in radius in an oval shape, going downwards from the wrist, requiring One to go into a boxer stance for full protection. These shields are designed in a way that allows for the gravitational fields to take the kinetic energy of the projectile which strikes it and returns half that force to said projectile. The greater the force the more kinetic energy is returned onto the attack, at maximum able to withstand the power of a city block explosion. Anything greater than that and the shields will overload and be destroyed, requiring at least two posts to recharge. These gauntlets are also equipped with a special port on the backhand that can fire off bolts of electricity capable of stunning on contact. Using this ability drains twenty five percent of the electrical charge inside the Omega Class Body Armor. One hundred and fifty volts is the payload of each bolt of electricity. Metaphysical Energy Converter: (1) This device lies in the back of One's neck, between the battery/generator pack and the Gamma Class Protective Helmet. Through this device One can convert the energy absorbed through his Drain Energy Ability into electrical energy for his Omega Class Body Armor. When activated it converts twenty percent of absorbed energy into twenty percent of electrical energy every post for three posts. This ability cannot be used again for another three posts after the technology is finished converting energy. Physical Attributes: Bench Press: 550 lbs Squats: 600 lbs Leg Press: 680 lbs Sprints: 32 mph Runs: 28 mph Reaction time is .03 micro seconds