Recent content by Petrus Ritus Iskandar

As Srivani marveled at her new steed the beast's body would tense, flex and move beneath her in confident motions. Bearing her weight without complaint or struggle as they moved forward the manor entrance. Upon being named Solvarian would flick their mane in something approaching approval and...

The servant that had knocked so gently upon her door was nowhere to be found when Srivani emerged from her chambers. Having whisked themselves away to busy with other tasks and, more importantly, leaving Srivani to answer the summons of her own accord. As she descended the stairs with all the...

Petrus made it a point to keep his reaction to the.... gift.... offered to him entirely hidden. His expression so nonplused and reserved on the surface he may as well have not heard the footman speak. Instead he simply took a slow drink of wine and let his gaze roam among his other Councilors...

Emerging from within the Keep and far from late Petrus would stride with slow, heavy, even steps to the balcony his other Councilors reclined upon. Already their bickering had begun. Bickering that could, at the most generous, be called dysfunctionaly familial. At worst like lounging amidst a...

"You are certain the expedition is already well within?" Petrus would idly ask Drystan after a moment's pause to hold aloft the artifact that had recently come into his possession and, more pressingly, set his messenger on the trail of this little outing in the first place. Drystan, for his...

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...