Recent content by Petrus Ritus Iskandar

Contrary to Virdalia's own efforts in procuring a refined dress and refining her figure the welcome she received from her Patron upon her arrival to his mansion was a quiet, personal.... intimate.... thing. A cadre of soldiers in platemail, burnished black and at parade quality of resplendence...

Seeing the little thief attempting to bottle and contain her ire while at the same time enjoying the comfort offered to her brought Petrus a small sense of satisfaction. She had tried to steal from him, after all, and though he did still plan to make use of her causing her some embarrassment did...

As Petrus joined his half-elf and saw the young woman approach him, the sway of her chemise and the features it highlighted earned a quizzical look from the noble. It was a bold play in their dance of social seduction and testing the mettle of Virdalia. She was, it seemed, taking to the rigors...

Petrus would give a chuckle more dry than the whiskey the supped upon as Nerren gave her retort. She had, at least, picked up on the fact that it was foolish to discuss payment now that they were already en-route to the wreckage of The Shadow. T'was best for such things to be agreed upon well...

Shields thick enough to serve as the walls of a whorehouse would envelope Feyrith and shield her from the jet-black foulness the creature unleashed. The worked metal being scarred and marred by the fel magicks on display. The phalanx abiding by the Lord Commander Afanas 's words and pulling the...

Unfortunately for the young nobleman Petrus had known EXACTLY who he had indicated and Kaelyn's hesitation was all Petrus needed. At his words Petrus feigned interest for a moment, sweeping his eyes over Kaelyn's mother and Virdalia both in equal measure before focusing on his half-elf. After...

As Alicia set one stubborn foot in front of the other, wading deeper and deeper into the proverbial spiderweb, Petrus would see to his own business as the would-be thief enjoyed herself. Perhaps his greatest deception of the entire night was the "stick" he had so thoroughly applied earlier but...

Petrus would idly swirl the glass in his hand holding the whiskey. Not because it truly did anything but more out of force of habit than anything else. Of course she would smile at the offer of drink for a reward. After all, they are just a bunch of dumb, drunken Nordens. Though Petrus's face...

Every touch a tightening of the coils, every glance a subtle encircling, Virdalia had been well and truly captivated and Petrus now found himself feeling contented with attending to other business. In the great, unfair game of life he had chosen Virdalia to entice as he had due to the statement...

As Petrus continued to sway and move with Virdalia he could feel the rapid hammering of her heartbeat against his abdomen. He could hear the choked, barely suppressed noises of desire she made and as she buried her face against him not only accepting the serpent's coils but happily submitting to...

Petrus gave a low hum, almost amused, as Medja herself reminded him of the many rumors that swirled about the Empress Regent's true age. The more hostile calling her a sand hag in disguise while the more favorable called her a curious misspelling of the word "MILK" that he couldn't quite recall...

Petrus had paused only briefly outside the door as it was shut, collecting himself after having to correct Virdalia, before making his way back downstairs. By the time Virdalia joined them once again the gala was in full swing. The low hum of conversation from it's beginning now at a staggering...

As Virdalia began to sober herself in his presence he would inhale a slow, odd sound as she disrobed before him. It was still level, no rush of unforeseen emotion, but was perhaps... appreciative? Approving? He liked what he saw on some level but as Virdalia took the leather belt his...

Whether out of a profound sense of control over the situation or overconfidence in what obedience Alicia was showing to his wishes Petrus nonetheless stepped just around a corner, not quite out of sight, with his right arm and shoulder visible as a door creaked open and the nobleman retrieved...

As Petrus observed his new aide in her drinking habits his eyes would narrow harshly. Even in her now drunken stupor Virdalia seemed to be of the opinion that she could ride the high of her recent successes without limit. Her lack of forethought and care in causing a scandal in the wake of her...