Zamokra41

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"Xai'an, of the Chiroi who haunt the lightless depths, for one."

The answer came from a newcomer and made Azmun turn his head to see a woman entering the room. He grinned. Normally he wouldn't consider a female to be a worthy combatant, however this one claimed to be part of the Chiroi and if it is true then she has Azmun's respect. He recalled seeing her on occasion in the courtyard, training the new recruits. He sensed she was a daemon but only now does he know what kind of daemon she is. How intriguing... he thought and then stood up from his chair facing Xai'an "Then I, Azmun of the Chaos Flame welcome your blade. At my side as well as against mine own" he grinned and then seated himself back as the topic of their task continued.

It turns out that killing the king was out of the question as the rest were afraid of leaving a kingdom in turmoil. Azmun sighed deeply at hearing that. Kings come and go like the leaves from a tree, if a kingdom and their people will be plunged into chaos if their leader is killed then it simply means they were weak and deserve their fate. were his thoughts but he decided to keep them to himself as there wasn't really anything he could do against it if the Master of Contracts specifically stated that the king is to not be killed. This was one of the few times that Azmun cursed the Contract he was under. In the end they had to persuade the king to surrender by what was written in a treaty signed by the 3 kings.

Xai'an was the one trusted to carry the contract which would probably also make her the quote-un-quote leader of this merry band of hell-spawns. No objections came from Azmun in this regard, he would gladly leave diplomacy to whoever fancied himself or herself more skilled. Herunes excused himself from the rest for whatever reasons, Jason kept his silence which only reinforced and confirmed Azmun's beliefs at how green this boy-templar is. Malvo however asked a valid question, what should they do if the king decides to ignore the treaty and back down on his word. Azmun chuckled loudly to that."I will start burning his limbs one after the other until he swears whatever oath we want him to swear. he then hinted at Xai'an "..or perhaps the lady may grace us with a demonstration the famous Chiroi torture methods. he then returned his attention to Malvo "Or, maybe you could teach him why doctors are so important to have around my good sir. Azmun then spread his arms wide as if asking for a hug and stated in a smug and confident tone

"We are Daemons who can conjure up pain and suffering the likes these mortals cannot imagine. I doubt 'negotiation' will be an issue."

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Azmun swiftly took the paper that the old Warlock handed him and looked it over, paying more attention to Alastair's debriefing of the mission. He grinned. There was clearly to be a battle ahead in this mission and Azmun for one was eager to get it started, he was looking for a real actual battle for days now. His attention shifted to the door behind him as he saw yet another daemon pass through it and take a seat at the table, as far away from anyone else as it permitted. This one was known as Malvo, a demon of pestilence. Azumn didn't care much for Malvo's ways of spreading disease and infections though he did admit that while it unsavory it may be quite effective. He looked around the room and started counting, 2, 3, 5 and 6 with him. There were 6 of them to be sent in this mission, 4 of them daemons and he had a feeling that this was not everybody. That just made him wonder if the task was truly so crucial or if the battle to come would be that great? The later would be rather welcoming he ultimately judged. Iabor was the first to speak out after the debriefing, apparently he would be aiming to complete this task with as few bloodshed as possible. How noble... Azmun knew better than to believe that this can actually be resolved peacefully. This king knows damn well what he is doing and its very unlikely that he will change his mind. Killing the king and removing the army by force is the easiest and simplest of solutions.

Aye, ser. Death Azmun answered to Iabor's earlier question If negotiations fail, and trust me they do so more often than not, then we simply remove both the king and his troops from the city by force.. He grinned ..Deadly force He finished with a brief chuckle. If it were up to him, they wouldn't be wasting time trying to talk to this power-hungry human, but ultimately its not his decision. If in the end it is decided that they should try and resolve this peacefully then so be it Let them try. It will come to blood, steel and flame either way. Some things never change and war is one of them. Herunes then spoke out, pointing out their numbers and wondering how come the Order is willing to send so many for this task. Azumn simply shrugged to that. He didn't knew but didn't much care either. Whatever the Order's plans were he was simply eager to leave these headquarters and bloody his blade. His Contract must be fulfilled after all, the sooner the better. Herunes then suggested that they know a little more about each other if they are to go on the field together. Azumn grinned and concurred "Aye, agreed. We should start with the newcomers" he said briefly indicating towards Jason and Janette "I have been around here for quite a long time and have never seen you before. Introductions would be nice, I'd like to know who's going to have my back on the battlefield when it comes to that"

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Aegis Ater said
Hey, that's a lucky number!

:D

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Well I suppose one could assume that all Daemons have been present at headquarters from the start no? You know, minding their own business when all of a sudden "HOLY SHIT THE BIG BOSS CALLS :O " -kind of thing happens. Since you're Daemons is more of a cheery spirited sort you could have her chillaxing somewhere, tells us some bits of details about her and then have some random bloke tell her shes expected. Just an idea ;)

Also, according to the IC counter, I have the post with the number 13, oh noes :o

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Azmun glanced at the two humans Iabor pointed out to him. Only after a brief look he returned his gaze to the white knight "Never seen them around here before...and I've been around for quite a while." Azmun was contracted a few years ago, though it was not the first time. He was summoned plenty of times before, sometimes for revenge, other times for defense but every time he was summoned for war and battle and couldn't care less about the context. This time was no exception and he has long gotten used to remain under the power of the Contract for so long. He still recalled how he was Contracted into the service he is now as well as the conditions of his Contract. Though he considered them a bit excessive he supposed they were necessary, humans can be quite squishy and easy to burn sometimes. Azmun chuckled lightly to himself and glanced once more in the direction of those two humans. He took a quick breath through his nose and then muttered "Green" he then turned his gaze back at Iabor "I doubt they've ever been in a real live battle. Those two ought to be so green they probably piss grass." A small wicked grin then made its presence known on his face "I'm actually a bit curious to see how they would do if say...someone were to behave..." he placed one hand on the pommel of one of his sheathed swords "..unfriendly.." he finished hinting to a malicious intention.

Azumn waited a few seconds just to see Iado's reaction before he chuckled lightly "Just kidding. Relax, my Contract doesn't permit me to kill..or even grievously harm others while in these Headquarters...unless ordered to, of course." Both their attentions shifted to the door to the room suddenly opening, behind they saw Herunes, another daemon Azmun was familiar with. He respected him, but didn't care much for his mind tricks or his sense of fashion, why wear something unless it helps you fight better? It just didn't make sense to him. Regardless, it isn't his place to judge and chose which of his brethren come into service. His role is to kill and is happy with that. The group of people soon passed through the door and one could hear Alastair's shout of closing the door. Azumn shut the door behind him as he was the last one to enter. Each of the people soon found themselves seats at the large table and so did Azmun, seating himself between Iabor and an empty seat. The daemon then looked at the Master of Contracts, So this is one of the big-shots around here huh? an obviously old man in fancy robes with a mask, not very intimidating if judged by appearance but to those with the senses to feel it, he was just oozing with the magical energies of a powerful Warlock. Not bad... Azmun ultimately judged.

After a few moments of silent wait, Azmun sighed and spoke up "I assume we are still waiting for someone to arrive?" he said as he glanced over the empty seats around.

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The last of the Templar recruits fell on the ground with a satisfying *THUD*. Azmun was now the only one standing in the make-shift arena, while 4 Templars were either struggling to stand on all fours all were simply lying on the snowy ground. The daemon was not smiling, in spite of his apparent victory, he wanted more, he wanted something better. "Alright, alright, that's enough." an older Templar with a few gray hairs spoke from the side which made Azmun turn his gaze and mutter "No." he then turned to completely face the trainer "I want more. I want better." That made the old Templar frown and sigh "Forget it Daemon. The purpose of training is exactly that, train. Not to amuse you. Now get moving and let me get back to my job" Azmun could feel rage flowing through him How dares a human speak to me like that?! he thought and nothing would have made him happier than to rip his head off with his bare hands, eat his skull and burn the rest....but he didn't. He couldn't.Must remember the Contract. he recalled and with a long hard breath he calmed his nerves, dropped the blunted swords from his hands, letting them fall on the snowy ground, turned around and left with long, quick strides.

His Contract was clear and dare not break it. Under his human form he didn't look very different from any other Templar, long dark brown hair, a stern and hard face with a bit of a stubble, he even wore some of their hard leather armor and while walking through the training yard he took the liberty of taking a pair of steel longswords and sheathed them on his belt. As he was about to walk away from the weapons rack he was stopped by the voice of another Templar, he sighed, this one will probably start to "scold" him about taking their weapons. He was wrong. This one actually told him something that made him smile "You're one of the Daemons right?" Azmun wasn't exactly sure how they could tell, but it didn't really matter. "You better head inside, the Master of Contracts asks for your presence". Azmun didn't waste any second longer to talk to the lad, he strode right past him and headed inside.

The Daemon was smiling a small grin, if the Master of Contracts was calling for him then he must have a task which means he might get the battle that he craved for all day. Azmun had a hunch where Alastair might be waiting for him so he quickly headed through the hallways of the citadels, pushing his way through the crowd focused on reaching his destination. Eventually he reached the room in question...only to see that he was a bit late as there already were 3 other people standing there. One he recognized one, Iabor, his helm and long white hair were unique to him and hard to miss, but the other two were new faces to him, just 2 humans. Azmun sighed deeply and then approached the 'white knight' with a tap on his shoulder "I assume I'm not the only one called here for duty then? Any idea what this is about?" Azmun was still grinning, he prayed for battle,

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MAGIC :D

actually there is a site that lets you make that. Just google for something like that.

also, is your avatar a happy cookie on top of a pair of Daedric swords? thats....magnificent as F**k !

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Now THAT would make ping-pong worth watching :D
also, not to be rude but may I assume I'm accepted? for mine fingers would like to type a post

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Cayden Black said
lAs for you Zamok, everything seems to be in order. I will ask though about his flames. Does he manipulate them or made from them? Flame masters would be able to manipulate them you see so while powerful its also a weakness. Just bringing that up (though it would be pretty interesting IMO).

When you say made from flames I assume you mean like,say...a fire elemental-kind-sort-of-thing right? if so, then no, he is not made from them, the flames just emanate from his very presence and he can then manipulate them. I would imagine that other flame masters would be able to manipulate them as well yes, but considering Asmun is himself a master of the element as well as being totally and utterly immune to fire or anything related to burning stuff (he could literally plunge in smoldering lava and would be just fine if not even stronger o.o ) so I would imagine if he would be to fight a flame master it would come down to a more physical confrontation or who has the most imagination in fire bending :)
TBH I'm a little worried if a certain pretty warlock who just so happens to control water would suddenly decide "You know what, I'mma drown that horned fire dude" but such is the way of things no? :D

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This looks interesting, I'd like to give it a shot.

Hope my CS is good enough, if anything needs changing then just let me know.

Name
Azmun

Race
Demon

Age
211

Gender
Male

HumanForm

DemonForm

Bio
Azmun is a demon of chaos with a dark hide as strong as iron and mastery over the element of fire. A cloud of flames seems to always envelop him, threatening to consume any who might get to close. These flames are volatile and grow more and more violent by Azmun’s anger until they unleash under the form of a flame blast, scorching anything in a 10m radius around him. His body constantly generates these flames for him to manipulate as he sees fit. However his formidable ability is only usable when in his true demonic form, while in his human form he has no control over the element but is still immune to its effects.

As a human, Azmun is a highly skilled warrior with a super-human prowess for combat and versatile with virtually any weapon that falls in his hands though he mostly prefers wielding a sword in each hand. He is usually summoned during war times and set as a vanguard in battles where he can unleash his full potential and turn any foes to smoldering piles of ash.

The words used to summon him are : “I call thee, Spawn of Chaos and Flame!” to which he answers “Who must burn?”