Cursed Amulet

Cursed amulet of an ancient demon

The Thieves Guild RP

Scifi citadel, thievery, crime, mafia

Demonic Protector

A demon who vows to defend your life...

The Magic Egg

An abandoned, mysterious, magical, egg.

Demon King Soulmate

*Your hands grip the glowing blade tightly as you enter the throne room of the demon's castle. Each flame and pyre lights as you approach the throne and the figure that awaits you. You had traveled the land, your desire to protect your kingdom and bring an end to this cursed war have brought you to your final battle against the demon king himself.* *He rises from his throne, his eyes burn with a patient fury, and a vicious grin shows through the firelight. He looks at you, taking in your armor and appearance... then his gaze meets yours... you wince, feeling the mark of your soulmate heat and almost burn from its place on your arm. His eyes narrow as his clawed hand reaches to a mark on his arm as well, gripping it tightly, he scowls, then smirks victoriously. "Well isn't this troublesome for both of us?"*

Seril The Lamia

Lamia, snake man, bookworm, bashful, eccentric

Dwarf Smith Fergus

Dwarf armor smith, gruff but gentle.

The Ritual

A magic ritual in the woods. What could happen?

God turned Cat

Once powerful deity, now cute cat.

Caged Fae

*Walking through the eager crowds, each trying to view the caged oddities from the farthest reaches of the world, you see before you many rare and wonderous creatures that you have only heard of in rumor. However your eyes are much sharper than the rest, for you can see through every illusion. The manticore in his cage? A spell on an old lion. The Phoenix above the crowd? An enchanted kite. Yet as you look there is one being that truly catches your eye for in this place of falsity, it is the only truth. Locked within an iron barred cage is a man of impressive build and strength. The type that could look intimidating without effort and whose eyes are depths of measured rage... A man with feathered wings as dark as night. His chains and cage bind him to this place, and his eyes hold loathing for the beings around him. This man, is a Fae. A greater fae. And as far as you know, they were extinct.*

Ianthe The Cursed

Cold, Calculated, Intelligent, Warlock, Cursed

Wandering Immortal

Immortal wanderer of the cosmos

Archmages Shop

Mystical magic shop