Suiathion: Herald of Knowledge (Soo-ee-ow-thonn)
Arch Mage of Hell
Bickering has ensued among the lower rankers again. I roll my eyes, concerning myself with the problems at hand. The damn Hacende's are managing to make problems for us again. They've managed to destroy another of our outposts. It won't set my plans back any, it's just an irritation.
"Any ideas as to how to keep them from destroying another outpost, master?" The sarcasm dripping from Morchant's voice is as almost palatable. His steps fall light still, not so angry as to walk heavily. "Perhaps we should, oh I don't know, fuck all and give up?
I turn, striking him across the face. He winces, lightly touching the mark rising on his cheek and the blood dripping from his mouth. "What the hell is even the point of all this? We've been trying for hundreds of thousands of years to eradicate them and fail every time. What did they do to you to light such a fire under your ass?"
"That matters not, Morchant, not to you at any rate."
"Fuck it doesn't Suiathion! You once called me friend, considered me a confidant, what happened to that? You've kept me in the dark for so long that I no longer know the man I'm facing!"
"Morchant, they stabbed us in the back, betrayed our trust. They will pay and the world will be ours." I sit down, looking at my pale companion. "This world belongs to us, Morchant. I will see to it that we succeed before long."
Morchant lets out an angry sound. "Suiathion, I'm exhausted. I'm tired. I'm done with this! I'm so tired of fighting them with no results! I never wanted this! I wanted justice but this, it's been too long. The time for justice as long since passed."
"Vengeance then."
"The time for that has long passed too! This is pointless!" I hit him with a spell, knocking him to the ground. He struggles up as I approach him, kneeling at his side.
"I think I can assist in helping you relocate the point in making this world ours." I shove him to the ground and force my way back into his mind. You'll be my faithful servant once again, Morchant. I have need of my shadow still.
Physical Description
Apparel & Accessories
A scary looking sorcerers staff and a short, jagged blade. Long, black coat, black shirt, pants and boots. Small, demonic skulls and marks along his clothes.
Specialized Equipment
Eye of Lliatuand
Mental characteristics
Personal history
Not much is known of Suiathion’s past. He appeared in the second age seemingly out of nowhere and with him, he brought pain.
A Magnificent Fall
She wasn't prepared to be staring down her husband's greatest enemy this morning. And isn't it a lovely day for hell to be raised. I smile at her as the Dragon Guard leaps into action, raising my bow as they do. Her fear has leapt to the point of being palatable.
"Greetings, Queen Raina." I loose an arrow. My shot is perfect, landing center of her head. She falls back in the throne, violet blood running slowly down her face.
"Queen Raina!" Berenbellas, the princess' love. Father of her child. His light green eyes turn to me. "You won't touch another of my family."
The young knight is bold, brave, just as his surname would suggest. Yet even himself personally, with more magic than swordskill, can easily end the knights' life. He steps forward, away from his group, raising his jagged blade. The knight is sent flying. He teleports in front of him, catching his abdomen with his blade. Berenbellas tumbles away, nearly sliced in haft, blood and entrails trailing behind him.
"Sir Raunien!" Oh, it is going to be a wonderful day. I let my power flow freely, influencing my every move. It's time for the Riders of the Elrim to fall.
Employment
Primary servant of Lliataund.
Intellectual Characteristics
Cunning. Manipulative. Clever planner. Sadistic.
Personality Characteristics
Motivation
To destroy the Elrim and take the power he feels he deserves.
Social
Hobbies & Pets
Hist- a demon Dragon who also acts as his familiar. The one thing he might still actually care about.
Ethnicity
Age
Uncertain, but at least 500,000 yrs
Children
Gender
Male
Eyes
Round, solid black
Hair
Just past the shoulders, pitch black
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Medium-light purple with distorted bioluminescence marks
Height
6’0
Weight
150 lbs
Aligned Organization
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