forum The King Welcomes You (Group RP, Closed, DEAD)

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Name: Tiamat the Leviathan

Aliases/Nicknames, if any: The Leviathan, The End of Times. Oh Promised Darkness (By its followers)

Race: Primordial Being

Age: Unknown; Possibly alive since the beginning of time

Gender: none. (It/They)

Description: Their true form is a black mist with a pulsing deep crimson red core. The forms they prefer to take when presented among humans are the following: When explicitly presented, it prefers to show itself as a 10 ft tall knight, with an armor made of pure darkness. It's eyes and the center of It's chest glow red. When dormant* it will take the form of a melanistic bleeding heart pigeon. When in dormant state, all Tiamat does is listen.

Personality: Near all-knowing. Wills to lead the world into a future where nobody feels anything. No sorrow, no pain, but also no desire and no joy. They believe that emotions have wrought all of society, and they seek to destroy such things. Doing such a thing requires it to destroy society and possibly even people as a whole. It hasn't decided yet. As such, it is a Neutral Evil/Lawful Neutral type character.

Backstory: Came into existence at an unknown point in time, but has been the driving force behind all natural disasters on the planet.

Notable Powers/Skills: Can make people feel no emotion at all, can also make them feel every emotion at the same time. It can do things the simple mortal mind can't imagine. It can shift through space in an instant. It can bring back shades of those long past and worst of all, it can bring your deepest desires to reality… with some conditions.

Other: Their dormant state is "like" sleeping for them, except it doesn't actually ever lose consciousness. It simply functions at a lower rate and frequency, but it's power remains. And of course, their weak point is the red core.

(Alright, here’s the starter)
(We’ll just, at least, attempt to ignore all the previous chaos we’ve done, lol)
(Don’t mind the length)

On’nyosh casually dressed for the day. The sky was slowly brightening, but it was still quite dark outside, a typical morning for him. He meandered to the window, pulling aside the curtain, and looked out at the Alyiin Mountains far to the north. Storm clouds had gathered above those mountains, and, after three days, they had not moved.

“Storms like that never stay still for long. Whatever is brewing there is up to something,”On’nyosh mumbled to himself, staring at the clouds in deep thought for a moment.

He then walked to the door, snatching his hat, and made his way out of his chambers. He headed down to the kitchens, his typical route to the throne room, and searched for his favorite cook.

“Martha, my dear, how lovely to see you once again! Are you in heat, or is it just spicy in here?”On’nyosh called to a round, middle-aged woman.

The woman, Martha, along with some other cooks turned at his call. The other cooks quickly returned to work, accustomed to the jester’s daily visit.

“Oh, shut up! I already have kids, I don’t need anymore,”Martha snorted as he closed on her.

“Such a pity. The world needs more master cooks named Martha around,”On’nyosh replied with a grin, hovering over her shoulder.

Martha started to blush.

“Are you insulting or complimenting me? It’s so hard to tell with you,”she asked.

“Why, my dearest Martha, I will only ever compliment you. Besides, I know better than to insult you after you chased me around with that big ass knife there,”On’nyosh chuckled, indicating a large cleaver to the side.

“And I will do it again if I have to. Now, shoo, before you make me burn everything I’m cooking,”Martha warned.

On’nyosh laughed and bowed slightly, then wandered off, snatching an apple as he headed for the exit. A loud huff came from Martha.

“What have I told you, On’nyosh?”she snapped.

He paused, laughing, then tossed a gold coin to her.

“If you ever need me, dear Martha… you know where I am,”On’nyosh said as farewell, winking.

Martha caught and stashed the coin then scoffed at him, blushing fiercely. On’nyosh grinned wide and left.

He wandered through the halls again, snacking on the apple. When he was finished, he noted the approach of a servant and set the apple core on the empty platter he carried. The servant rolled his eyes without stopping, having, much like the cooks, long ago become used to On’nyosh’s habits.

When On’nyosh finally arrived in the throne room, the sun’s rays were peeking over the horizon. The King was most likely almost at the large hall, but On’nyosh loved entering the throne room before him, just to piss him off.

He stood next to the throne, in his usual place, pulling out three brightly colored balls and juggling them, practicing. He was still new to the art, but it was perfect to pass the time. Humming as he practiced, On’nyosh patiently waited for the arrival of the king.

Cassiel wandered through the sprawling city, all of it so unfamiliar: the smells were not that of the ocean, of salt and wind and water, but of sweat and mildew. It was nauseating to her acute sense of smell. The noises weren't the same either. No waves, or wind, or gulls or ships or sailors, but mercahnts and city-dwellers, all those without the courage to step foot off of dry land. She could not see anything, as was usual. But she still managed better without it than all those with it.

She wasn't paying attention to where she was going, however, and accidentally ran into one of the castle guard. With a start, she paused, confused. "Where am I?"

The guard told her that she was near the king's castle. When she asked where she could find the castle, the guard said, "Newcomer, eh? Well, see that intersection up ahead? Take a right, ignore the next two turns, take a left, then another right, and you'll find yourself the castle."

Cass nodded, and started turning away when she heard the guard ask "Why do you need to find yourself the castle, young lady?"

She replied by pulling down her shirt to reveal the shiny star shaped birthmark on one shoulder. She left and said not another word.

When it was about midmorning, she reached the castle and entered. She found her way to the throne room, and saw a… jester? Juggling? Why is there a jester juggling next to the king's throne? she wondered. She decided to hide and watch.

As Cayden and Noctem worked on their experiment, they noticed Cass entering the castle. This usually wouldn't give them pause. However, Noctem had seen the mark on Cass's shoulder when she had shown it to the guard, and immediately alerted Cayde.

Cayde was saying "Do you know what this means? It means the prophecy is coming true! If this woman is the god's Chosen One, then she had better be worth the efforts of a quarter of my lifetime!"

Noctem replies "Do not get so upset. You'll give yourself a heart attack."

Cayde scowls at Noctem. "I don't get heart attacks."

Noctem raised an eyebrow, but said nothing in response. A couple minutes later, they both left their room and headed to the throne room, to meet the stranger.

(It’s hard to resist, so I’m just going for it)

As On’nyosh juggled, he noticed a figure enter the throne room. He tried to find where the individual went, but there were so many hiding places in the hall. Though, his slip in concentration made him miscalculate a throw and the ball hit him in the face.

On’nyosh yelped and stumbled, falling into the throne. He laughed at his foolishness. As he contemplated how he would stand back up, he realized just how plush the throne was.

“Well, no wonder kings are always such fat bastards. They don’t want to get up,”he said with a laugh.

On’nyosh then rolled, landing on the floor with a thump. He lay there a moment, snickering, then sat up and moved to retrieve his fallen hat and scattered juggling balls. His eyes occasionally roamed the hall, searching for the newcomer and awaiting the arrival of the King and the Sorcerer.

Cass watched as the jester miscalculated, and got hit in the face with one of his balls. She barely suppressed a snicker.

At the same time, she sensed two beings approach the throne room. They felt very… unusual. Like their minds were connected. She slides deeper into the shadows, keeping her senses attuned to the two that approach and the jester. She gets a very, very bad idea.

As the two beings start to open te door, she launches herself out of her hiding place and almost flys at the jester. She grabs him, swings to be behind him, and produces a dagger and presses it against his throat.

"Don't move. I'm not going to hurt you. Just don't make any sudden movements." she whispers into his ear.

"Whoevers at the door, I'd suggest you be very careful about what you do. I can cut your friends throat faster than you can cast a spell." Cass says. "Don't do anything that could get your friend killed. I'm not here to kill anybody."

"I'm here because of a certain… person… that told me what this mark on my shoulder means." she adds, pulling down one part of her shirt to reveal the mark, then fixing the shirt. "I need to see either Cayden, Noctem or King Valdemaras."