My Minion Raiding Party can beat up your Minion Raiding Party
My Minion Raiding Party stole all my clothes
I survived the great Bloodout of 2011...with only minor withdrawal symptoms
Ruby hilted Sword commemorating the Bloodletting 5 Year Anniversary
Otter380 gave me a scary new quote this Halloween, 2011
DemonClaus granted my Holiday Wishes on Bloodletting in 2011
Hair Color/Style: Long and dark, intermittently brown to coffee black
Eye color: Dark brown, softer in firelight, more harsh when agitated. Often times amber toned in the light.
Body Description: Slightly more than athletic. Long(obviously) and lean, with excellent upper body strength and tone without looking overly muscled.
Weapon of Choice: Double bladed, long handled axe
This is Roger, my familiar. Be nice to him, he's a little stupid. He also prefers meat snacks, but has been known to eat anything slightly resembling food.
Before you ask yes Malyus is my real name. It means hammer in Latin. I have lived in the wood for as long as I can remember. The only people that have never shunned me where an elderly couple that I worked for. I helped train their horses for room and board. I was there for about 12 years before I had to leave. I think that they started to suspect what I was. They were nice as they come but they were really religious and I am not sure how they would have handled it. So I moved to London 1339. I was hit hard when the plague rolled around there was little to eat and people never trusted anyone. As you can see I survived. A lot of people that I knew were lost in that time. I started a tavern after that time. Itís a place for all that was left to forget the outside for a while. I live above that tavern still. If you are ever in the theater district in London you can find me at La Rose Noir. So come on in and have a drink.
You were successful in stealing $0.00 from Aiden Ginger. You were successful in stealing $27.00 from Dannica.
You were successful in stealing $150.00 from Dawn. You were successful in stealing $294.00 from Joshua Cadence. You were successful in stealing $100.00 from Julian Montgomery. You were successful in stealing $388.00 from Adelina. You were successful in stealing $570.00 from Izabel. You were successful in stealing $64.00 from Nilthina.
You hit the Shadow Lord for 69 damage.
You are victorious and have killed the Shadow Lord!
You gained $35.00 in Blood Money.
Malyus just stole $0.00 from you! EtaineNightBreed snickered as the would be thief took with her large Gucci diaper bag that contained three bottles of breast milk, spare baby outfits and assorted diapers. "I hope you can figure what to do with a diaper bag. Second thought you aint what I'd call daddy material!"
"Yessir" He nudged his glass across the bar, picked up his half empty stout and finished it off as well. "Just the vodka this time." The dim lighting cast shadows in every corner and as the seconds ticked by, Nic swore he saw ghosts amongst them. Real or time for another dose of his.meds...that was the real question.
"I've heard of her. Liam spoke fondly of her, considering the rift between our species'. If you've ever a need to, I'll offer an ear, a sword or a tracking nose." Nic offered a small,consoling grin. He had indeed heard great things about the Lady Jenna. Her powers had been vast and her mind sharp. He'd never met her but he knew what a loss to everyone she must have been.
"Retired to the Realm full time, figured it couldn't be all bad if Liam lived out his years here." He wrinkled his nose as the stray scent of something unpleasant passed and picked up his drink to drown it out. "It's as good a life as any. What about you? I heard you were married but I don't see a ring."
Long, slender fingers wrapped around his glass, mouth meeting rim as the vodka slid home. "Mm, yessir. Everything's right as rain." He smirked, slid the glass back and picked up his stout. "Takes a while to take the edge off." Fact was, it took far more than a while to do so but if his uncle had left him any legacy at all, it was in the recipe for substance abuse. Namely, vodka and valium. Though Nic lacked Liams carefree aggression, his addictions weren't without merit and serious...well...maybe we'll leave that a mystery for now.
Nicolai took his stool, leaving one booted foot on the ground and the other tucked up on the first rung. "Vodka, no ice and a Oberon pale ale." He eyed the older male carefully but kept his attention on the surroundings. Just because Liam would've drunk with Satan himself didn't mean caution wasn't needed by the rest.
The smells of food sizzling and searing over a cooking fire, fresh brew and liquor, humans and otherworldly creatures and pine board assaulted his nose as the door opened. "Thank you." He dipped his head a moment and strode in before his companion. Poor form but what did the undead know about wolf manners?