Recent content by Petrus Ritus Iskandar

Petrus allowed Virdalia to express her motivation, her inspiration, her desire, for he did enjoy seeing his Virdalia burn with her own flame as well. The magical bond between them would radiate his low, subtle approval as she thought, as she planned, the brand of their connection upon her body...

As the trio walked Petrus did not spare Srivani from his attention. Though he could only give the little flame occasional glances he could read the poor thing like the most large-print books ever produced. Furtive, tiny glances to lights spiraling above smothered by a near childish repetition of...

Petrus would slowly rise from his seat in no particular hurry. He didn't explicitly trust Afanas on any personal basis, he hardly knew the man after all, but he knew enough of the Lord Commander's reputation to make a show of being unnaturally casual with his speed. Though, where the Lord...

Already the use of the title. Already the gentle acceptance of submission. As rightly as a collar affixed by his own hand not with the threat of the rod, but the the brush of the hand. He was not a complete monster, not truly, not yet. He did have some sympathy for one never given a chance to...

Despite Petrus taming the crown, bending the myriad of personalities within to his will, he could feel that there was.... more to this artifact than even the power it provided. He could feel the emotions of the churning chorus contained within. Their desperate desire to survive, the insatiable...

Pneria had, it seemed, taken the wrong lesson from his hint to learn from Beatrice Orabela to complete her riddle. His face did not show it but a subtle squeeze of Pneria's hand would attest to his disappointment. At Lord Commander Afanas 's report Petrus would nod, slowly, a low, simmering...

As the piece of earth torn from the reef began to flag, crumble and fail in it's defense Petrus would begin to weave another spell with his free hand. He had felt the crown's next move, a shudder of necromantic energy summoning the swarm of banshees to it's protection, and knew he was on a...

The first strand of the web had enraptured Srivani perfectly. Petrus had, of course, not lied to his new little flame at all. He did not need to. One caught more flies with honey than vinegar, after all, and the strands of the web he pulled her into could feel more akin to a gentle, warm...

Petrus would round corner after corner, slinking into deeper and darker depths with every steps, that foul chill battering at the heat of his soul like a cold iron gauntlet attempting to crush the life from a defiantly blazing torch. Nature, Arethil itself, sustained him. Even this twisted and...

Petrus would watch and listen to Virdalia with pride in the woman she was becoming. To turn from slave at the hands of those who had seen her as nothing but a toy, a commodity, to now a studious woman with promise, growing magical power and loyalty, he would give her an approving nod once she...

The response to Beatrice's acidic countenance was akin to a vial of acid being thrown against a stone wall. That is to say, not much. Seeing her spurred to such a derisive showing by so little a question left the Patriarch of House Iskandar thoroughly unimpressed, enough so that he found...

Petrus would raise a brow, giving Feyrith a sidelong glance as she relented for now, while further expressing her interest and confidence. His expression was inscrutable, but perhaps he was satisfied? Victorious? The first snare had wound it's way around the Drow and now he allowed himself a...

After taking enough time to heal his injuries, gathering enough energy to himself to overcome his exhaustion, and working his way to his feet Petrus would conjure a small light and begin to skulk more deeply into the labyrinthine reef. A long zombie, clad in a sailor's outfit, would fall to a...

Petrus had set his mind to a wholly different task as Elinyra left the manor. Namely reinvigorating this place to something more appropriate for his house. So it was that he had set out as well for elsewhere within the city, committing himself to the enthralling dance of paperwork and...

Petrus would feed the little flame, paradoxically, with water. The echo of his word drifting from Srivani like an answer of steam given from a real flame that just had a douse of water poured onto it. The poor, manacled thing lived and breathed as flame did, indeed, and Petrus would straighten...