RolePlay- Abundance in Aiora

[Magnus the red]

Whitlock turns to the man
I am Whitlock sir I'm a visitor from Caspian

[Meliva]

Eloth nods

Well I'm Eloth. Son of the witch Vune. My cousin Emily and Vicril are currently in a bit of a rivalry for a very prestigious position, and unless he agrees to give up, I'm gonna have to rip his head off to guarantee my cousin wins. Nothing personal, just family business.

Vicril inches a bit away as he grabs his neck

Why do you need to rip my head off?

Eloth laughs

Well I got to have proof that I did the deed. What better proof then to show up with your head? Now whitlock I dunno what relation you have if any to Vicril here, but I don't intend to fail my job. If you get involved I will end up having to kill you too.

[Magnus the red]

Whitlock pulls out his cane the silver skull on the head of the cane shoots green fire onto Eloth's leg
You have one chance to leave before I turn you into ashes

[Jack Teach]

A young man wearing a jesuit habit walks in the door, a small cigar in his mouth, smoke pouring from his mouth. He grunts and sits down looking at his paper

[Meliva]

Eloth looks quite upset but he simply lets the fire burn through his clothes as he slowly stands up and cracks his neck and knuckles. His body shifting as he nearly doubles in size, until standing before them is a 15 foot tall, demon. He looks down to the 2 of them as the tavern quickly clears out

Yeah, fire won't do much to me-I'm used to far worse flames then that. How about I show you some of mine.

He raises his right hand as he uses his left to throw the 2 into the bar, and smashes his right hand down and a ring of fire quickly spreads through the tavern, trapping them, the man with the habit and Eloth inside. He glowers at them as he takes out a massive sword

I'm gonna enjoy hacking you 2 to bits. And you with the habit, stay outta this. But who am I kidding-you won't listen. So if you feel like dying in vain go ahead and join in-I won't show mercy.

[Magnus the red]

Whitlock sighs as if he was bored then pulls out an orb about fist sized it sprays ice all over the demon's feet
That'll slow you down a bit. Habit don't suppose you could banish him or something?

[Jack Teach]

The priest sits at a table and takes off his cap.

Why don’t we all just calm down and have a chat?

[Magnus the red]

Whitlock raises an eyebrow
The demon doesn't look overly inclined to talk at the moment I'm afraid.

[Meliva]

Eloth looks equally bored as he easily breaks the ice as he stomps forward and says coldly

Vicril must die.

He stops for a moment before shrugging

Or resign. But I'm willing to stop for now. But let me remind you that you attacked first. I don't take kindly to threats or attacks on me.

He sits back down quickly shrinking down to half his size.

[Magnus the red]

Whitlock sits down at the table
Refrain from grabbing my newly found friend here for the time being please good sir and what is it exactly that you get out of all this?