Caesar

Very, very well. My villains though tend to be.... unconventional. Note we'll be working with Betheny ; Cspr ; SideraAquila ; and LostMagi42 . Just a head's up.

Or maybe the voice in his head turns out to be Xavyncanroth. Melikey. If you'd prefer, we can work out the details in titanpad or PM.

Xenophilious Ishtakhar "That's just cute," I sneered, before the Fates had gone. "Rebels! Do you want to be used as pawns for the games of the Fates? Think about that." ...

So what of the lightning?

Xenophilous Ishtakhar I extended my hands and zapped everyone save Andra, who watched smugly besides me. "I said it once," I hissed, coldly, as they twitched and moaned. "No screwing ...

Xenophilous Ishtakhar The two were hurled to the ground, twitching. I grinned, fingers steaming. "Once more and you die," I repeated. Then I turned to Andra. "I can see you ...

Urzah Hellseer "Ah yes," I said, smiling faintly. "Thank you." I took the wine from her hand and sipped it. "Evil is like fine wine, or blood, in this case," ...

Urzah Hellseer "Admirable, Bella," I said, curling my lips slightly. "But you have yet much to learn... you are impatient, still somewhat impulsive... but I'm sure that will change, in ...

Yush. Your PW does not, as a matter of fact, have a job with mercenaries - not in Axys - as he just got here. Also as black, he's corrupted ...

Well Magi, let's have some fun

Xenophilous "Such a great job you're doing, O King," one of them - London - said sarcastically, blowing smoke in my face. I looked at him coolly for one second, ...

Right then, I could do with a partner, though don't expect me to be constant

Vincent "Ah yes," I apologized. "Where are my manners? Well, I'm a Daemon Archlord... demonic royalty, if you will. What about you?"

Well kudos for trying to sound evil... meh, I need to show you how it's done sometimes. :wink: Urzah Hellseer "Lord, Bella has returned," one of my servants said, nervously. ...

Xenophilous Ishtakhar "Well well well," I began, smirking. I leaned back in my seat and crossed my ankles on the table, tracing the grooves that time had carved on the ...