Recent content by Petrus Ritus Iskandar

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...

Petrus would sigh softly at the girl's breathe catching. He supposed she was not the kind of woman to understand a rhetorical question, let alone one he posed purely to reassert his authority and not HAVING to do anything she told him. It was, in the end, a pedantic thing that set the naive...

Petrus would move from the water-choked beach that had formed around the reef into an artificial cavern born of the brine-soaked reef slowly thickening and calcifying over time. Unnaturally twisted and hardened to be closer to stone Petrus would conjure a tiny flame in his hand, at least enough...

Petrus would pause in front of some tropical, foreign tree he had had imported years ago. It produced a spiky, large fruit that was bitter but juicy and he would listen to Feyrith's concerns before nodding. "I do. Several, in fact, but as for terms of completion...." Petrus trailed off...

Petrus noticed the fragile confidence and strength in the genasi's tone. She was showing no small amount of courage, fighting for a freedom she had barely known, barely possessed, and yet he recognized the spark in her eyes all too well. With this one the fire seemed to be both within and...

Petrus's gaze would become sharper and more intense as Elinyra set about investigating her new outfit. once again giving a heavy enough gaze to seem a stalking jungle cat before he drew in a breathe at her suspicious look and clarified. "Of a sort." Petrus would gently use that selfsame apron...

Petrus was nothing approaching kind or subtle to Elinyra as she relented to the touch of the blindfold. Even as he gathered the outfit he knew he desired to see her in her did not spare himself the gentlest ghosts of touches to her seemingly at random. His motions were silent, deliberate...

A facet of life ne'er talked about when one possessed influence, eyes and ears throughout several civilizations was that this web could sometimes result in entirely novel, unexpected meetings taking place. Strands of fate bound and coiled in the web of his reach before being pulled, inexorably...

Petrus would glance back at Elinyra as she swatted him, a mixture of amusement and the low, flickering flame of passion in his eyes, before he simply continued to put on his clothing. After he was dressed and turned back to her he would note the fallen leaves with a mixed sense of haughty pride...