HolyHell

Another fantasy rp? hopefully it will stick

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Ason High: School of Summoning

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@Genni

MurMur's feral little eyes watched as Astrape, readied her potentially fatal attack. He however showed no fear, his delusions could easily manipulate the laws of reality, for while he may only be some mutt of a demon. He in his distorted perception of reality he was invincible. As she readied her attack time remained at it's normal speed. MurMur readied himself and immediately something happened, he had no idea how it happened, he must have been so powerful his mind couldn't comprehend what happened. Within this little body is true nature must be struggling to escape and transformed the once fearsome woman into an unassuming girl. Thus was the power of the Devil God himself! The Mind Pixie had revealed much more than previously anticipated.
He adopted a cocky little stance and watched as the woman sulked to the bar, then immediately his eyes fell upon the huge creature bursting into the bar. While at any given second he could easily obliterate this entire place, he would have to refrain from doing so for the moment. There were devious, nay, Devilish things that needed to be accomplished. He walked over to the table he had been sitting at before and grabbed his broom-staff shouldering the weapon of unspeakable terror and headed for the door. The Mind Pixie had determined that he must seek out a dragon egg and eat it whole, the protein alone should triple him in size. This Dragon however was no regular dragon. He would need to seek a special beast.
This was of course only the first step to his inevitable rise to power. He would also need the soul of a soulless creature, which was o course the rarest soul available.

Of course he was still drunk, any self resecting bar tended should have never given something his size pixie blood. Eventually he'd come down from the effects of the Pixie Blood, but for the moment he had a quest to do. He had purpose. He had a way.

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@Genni Murmur Devil God and King of this world was addressing his subjects, sacking cities, and surrounded by beautiful women, all of whom he was taller than now. The Pixie had of course revealed his true nature, even broom-staff was now a proper instrument of destruction. Murmur they would all say, their voice ripe with fear and admiration. There were statues erected in his honor, he was finally where he needed to be. The old Wizard had of course been right.

His head was spinning and his eyes opened, he was no longer Devil God, he was not back to being future Devil God and King of this world. Perhaps the Pixie had given him a revelation of some sort. Perhaps he had seen the future or something of the sort. Maybe he didn't want to wake up and yet something did indeed wake him up. He however oddly enough didn't feel all too hung over as he would have imagined. He must have drank a barrel of pixie blood to really end up on the ground.
His black little heart ached with longing to return to the reality that the Mind Pixie provided him. Red eyes looked at the woman that had awakened him. MurMur stood dusted off his robes and adjusted his oversized hat. He stretched and his tail stiffened claws cracked and a yawn revealed razor like teeth, which he enjoyed to use to devour dead birds, horses, and various cheeses.

"Why did you wake me up?!" He shouted "Why would you disturb such a beautiful dream! Is this what you do? Go around and ruin peoples dreams!"

MurMur was of course a bit sore, you try being in Heaven for a night and wake up in Hell. He was craving Pixie blood but there was much work that needed to be done. The consuming of the Mind Pixie had revealed to him how he could escape this horrible form and assume his rightful role in the world as Devil God. It was all so obvious now. However he would first scold this woman for awaking him.

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@SimplyJohn

Murmur eyed the glass as it floated toward him.

So the big brute can wield a spell or two.

He thought to himself as the glass finally reached it's proper location. Taking his claw he lifted the glass to his lips and downed the entire drink in a single quick gulp. Fire didn't burn this badly. His eye's gleamed and he belched a plume of smoke. The effects never took long to set in. He smiled a fangy smile and took another look around the bar. A beautiful kind of numbing calm overcame him and the entire bar became distorted. He heard music in his head and visions of small pixies circling about filled his sight.

"So pretty. . ."

He reached his claw out to one of the imaginary pixies to snatch it and eat but it always seemed to be just out of reach. The mind pixies were a devious bunch, they taunted him with their sparkly goodness. Murmur had never managed to devour one but was quite sure they were the most delicious thing in the world. He stood up and started walking toward the pixies which seemed to know his every move, he would devour every single last one of them. They giggled and gleamed so beautifully for food. Now to Murmur he was about to devour his next meal in the paradise that he was magically transported to. To anyone else he was a grinning little imp walking around with a grin and grabbing at the air like an insane little, well, imp.

"Damned pixies! Do you have any idea who I am?! I am Murmur future King of this world and realm! I now command you to be devoured, by me."

The mind pixies obviously had no respect for their future ruler and continued to dance just out of reach. He suddenly realized what he needed to do. Trickery and deception were in his blood, you know Devil God and whatnot. So as they danced out of his reach he suddenly launched himself into the air grabbing at a single pixie who wasn't paying attention. In mid air he snatched it and stuffed the Mind Pixie into his mouth whole and started to crunch. Time was distorted and he floated in the air in his paradise. He was suddenly twelve feet tall and handsome in his castle. The world shouted out his name in admiration and fear. He was Murmur Devil God and King the pixie had given him his true form and revealed his true nature.

Back in reality the little imp jumped and landed face first on the floor snoring softly, a goofy fangy grin on his face as he slumbered. Murmur had learned a valuable lesson. When drinking pixie blood, always remember, Never eat the Pixie.

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Murmur, future Devil God of this world and pint sized tyrant walked into the Drum with the confidence that only a Devil God could have. While there were a variety of things that he should be doing instead of being here. He needed to refresh himself for his next exploit. While only last night he had faced off with a vicious dragon, while under the influence of pixie blood! To anyone else this would have been a huge disadvantage but for a Devil God it was nothing more than entertainment. Now it was debatable if what he faced was in fact a dragon or a lizard but both had scales so it didn't matter anyway, he had seen a dragon so therefore it must have been a dragon.
Murmur strode with his staff shouldered, a broom that was left after a woman found him in a stable covered in blood and snoring after having feasted and devouring an entire horse. Like everything that Murmur did destiny played a role, so destiny wanted him to find the boom and while it was unassuming he owned it which made it a weapon of unspeakable power and fear! His beady little red eyes glanced around and he walked to an empty table and worked his way onto a stool.
He leaned his broom-staff on the table and with a claw fished out a single gold coin from his pouch placing it on the table with incisive movements. Murmur may be small, someone of his height would probably fear the huge bartender and the axe imbedded into the wood but not Murmur!
He was of course a Devil God and nothing on this plane or the next could ever hurt him. He however could easily incinerate anyone that would dare to defy him, but tonight he just felt like drinking and perhaps speaking of his exploits. He craved something with pixie blood, he had recently developed quite the addiction to it. That and it was good for Dragon killing.

"Anything with Pixie Blood!"

He enthusiastically shouted while adjusting his hat. He knew that in places like this the louder you were the quicker you would be served, or was that the best way to get kicked out? No matter he had gold, he had magic, and he had his broom-staff and obviously his tremendous commanding presence would defer anyone from attempting to start anything. You know future Devil God and all that.

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Name: MurMur

Race: It has been debated as to what exactly he is, however it is something Infernal, maybe a bit of Goblin in there as well.

Class: Future Tyrant and owner of a big tower, where he will have servants and access to various cheeses and spirits. There will also be a library where he will keep various tomes of Forbidden Arcane knowledge. So basically a Magic User, and a self proclaimed wild card in any situation.

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral.

Bio: Murmur claims to have been some demonic overlord who was subdued by a Human Wizard and trapped in this form for all of eternity. This is of course only half true. Murmur was indeed summoned by a Wizard who instead of using a virgins blood used the blood of a whore, who claimed to be a virgin. So this nameless Wizard ended up getting Murmur instead of his original intention. The Wizard, decided to take the little demon under his wing and instead employed his services as a Familiar of sorts. The Wizard however failed to tell him that he was nothing more than an accident, so he let the little demon believe that he was actually some kind of Devil God.
This is where Murmur received his rather unorthodox training in the Arcane. Years later the Wizard passed away from a sever case of explosive diarrhea. Literally, the wizard attempted to make a salve to extend his life, and instead went to the privy and exploded in a mass of fire, feces, and blood. Murmur decided that it was time to pick up and go. He began to wander from town to town, city to city, telling the tale of his arrival to this plane and his destiny as future Devil God, to get followers, and spread fear. People of course didn't believe him, due to his small stature and Murmur took up the life of a wanderer. Getting into a variety of adventures which included begging for food, stealing food, employing his small stature as a thief, using his arcane talents to astonish the masses for gold and silver.
Murmur is still convinced that the Wizard somehow managed to trap him in this form which kept him weak, for his true form was that of a Devil God and when the time is right his true form will be revealed, and then he will get his tower, his power, and of course be much, much, taller.

The Devil Made Me Do It.

Indeed he did! Well thank you for the reply and if your ever interested in starting anything or know of any existing RP's looking for anyone feel free to shoot me a PM or just reply on this.
I'm quite new to forum type RP so I'm unsure of the etiquette used.

The Tavern

I literally just joined the site today and I'm all excited about this! I think it would be a great place to test characters in an RP setting as well. Get em drunk and have em pee in a corner etc.

The Tavern

I think it sounds interesting and possibly quite hilarious!
I'm game.