Arasmus is a Magister, and holds every Grimoire that is currently available--therefore his max Grimoire level is Grimoire Epsilon.
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"One day, the world will worship me."
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Blutsauger
132 Yrs
Impoverished
Single
Left Hand
Walking Staff
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Sept 23, 2018 12:49:37 GMT -5
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Jul 15, 2018 15:43:44 GMT -5
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Post by Arasmus Nyler on Jul 20, 2018 23:04:17 GMT -5
Arasmus was in Eloise's arms, holding her tightly... and for once, he felt complete. His children had never even made him feel this complete, but she did. And it was the nicest sleep he had ever had. She was pliable, and soft... bare flesh hidden underneath the blankets of his bed. He groaned as he rolled to block the synthetic sunlight from his face, murmuring, "Eloise..." His hand sought her gently, and stilled as it roamed along her hip, upwards, over her torso, to rest against her heart.
Then he stilled, even his breathing. This was not Eloise. He growled under his breath for a moment, and shoved himself out of the bed, an audible snarl leaving his lips. His dream had been a lie... and he found his gaze locked onto his apprentice. He should have known it was a lie. After all, he'd not even seen Eloise out of her clothing, yet. But someday... someday he would. He was displeased that Lucretia Sage had broken his dream; ruined the fantasy...
She didn't even look like Eloise. She didn't have the heartbeat he wanted, he yearned for. The man whirled as he stood, slamming the night-table over, sending the lamp and various objects flying through the air, as he snarled an order: "Get out. Get out now." He didn't want her. He wasn't sure how he had ended up in bed with her, again. It still upset him that she had yet to fall pregnant--because most of his harem did fall pregnant eventually; and then they were simply taken care of by him and the sexual component could fade away.
He wanted to love Eloise--he wanted to touch the princess. And she had made it very clear that for her to even consider him as a life-long partner, Lucretia had to be gone. So he'd started to distance himself... he'd been working at it. And it was hard, since she was his apprentice--training under him, by him, to know everything he knew. "Get the hell out, Lucretia." He snarled the words as yet another precious vase was thrown across the room in his anger.
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Silver Dagger & Thigh Holster, Grimoire I
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"I know what I want, and I am going to get it."
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Human
27 Yrs
Middle Class
Complicated
Apprentice
Dagger
2076 Bolts
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Ani
Jul 31, 2018 23:55:55 GMT -5
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Jul 16, 2018 16:31:13 GMT -5
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Post by Lucretia Sage on Jul 23, 2018 17:22:30 GMT -5
Rumors had been filling the Left Hand as of late, ones that Lucretia had a difficult time believing. While her master’s children seemed throughly convinced of the newcomer’s title, the blonde refused to follow so naively. However, what she had noticed was Arasmus’ distance. As of late, her bright eyes had barely laid upon him, and when she questioned those who knew him well where he was, they were unable to provide her answers. There was on place he would be in the early hours of the night: His quarters. Rarely did he ever skimp on sleep. His room was in close proximity to hers for more purposes than one, and so she was able to slip into the room near silently minus the quiet creaking of the door’s hinges. His chest rose and fell in the plush sheets. Lucretia perched herself on the edge of the bed, taking him in. Underneath his eyes, bags had appeared. It seemed as if he had been troubled as of late. Perhaps she could assist with that. After a few minutes of sitting and watching in adoration, occasionally stroking his blonde tresses, she got once more to her feet and reached behind her, undoing the satin ribbons of her gown until the material slipped from her shoulders. It took a few minutes to fully undress with all of the layers she wore, but once she had, she slipped in between the thick sheets and tangled herself with him. His small movements prompted the beginning of reaching consciousness. She did not open her eyes as his hand traversed the curve of her frame, but when he suddenly changed in demeanor, snarling and shoving, the girl slowly peeled open her eyes and blinked up at the man now standing over the bed. When items began to slam against the floorboards, audibly crashing, Lucretia sat up straighter in bed and scowled up at the man. “What the hell is your problem?” she snapped back, scowl only deepening as he continued to slam things about. “Something’s really gotten into you as of late. How about you act like a grown up and talk to me like one instead of throwing this tantrum of yours?” Adjusting the sheets, she crossed her arms over her chest, not exactly comfortable in the state she was when he was shouting at her.
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Arasmus is a Magister, and holds every Grimoire that is currently available--therefore his max Grimoire level is Grimoire Epsilon.
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"One day, the world will worship me."
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Blutsauger
132 Yrs
Impoverished
Single
Left Hand
Walking Staff
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Vee
Sept 23, 2018 12:49:37 GMT -5
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Jul 15, 2018 15:43:44 GMT -5
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Post by Arasmus Nyler on Jul 25, 2018 20:04:59 GMT -5
Arasmus snarled under his breath, murmuring, "Did we sleep together?" He was tense, but at least his hands were not holding anything he could throw at her. "Did. We. Sleep. Together?" He took a step toward the bed, glaring at her. Dragging his hands through his hair, he moved to settle on the edge of the bed, speaking in a low tone: "Eloise will only be mine if I give you up, Lucretia. Now answer me. Did we sleep together? And did you poison me with a potion to get that result?"
The mere idea she might have drugged him to get him to sleep with her sickened the man, and he waited for a response.
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Silver Dagger & Thigh Holster, Grimoire I
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"I know what I want, and I am going to get it."
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Human
27 Yrs
Middle Class
Complicated
Apprentice
Dagger
2076 Bolts
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Ani
Jul 31, 2018 23:55:55 GMT -5
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Jul 16, 2018 16:31:13 GMT -5
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Post by Lucretia Sage on Jul 27, 2018 20:10:18 GMT -5
Instead of gaining an answer, Lucretia was only tossed another question. It lead to a repetition of it, and then an addition that made her heart ache. That woman- No, she wasn’t even that. That girl was attempting to take away the singular man she had fallen into bed with night after night after night. Never before had she returned to the same man more than a handful of times. Arasmus was different- Or at least, he had been. Now he was tossing everything out the window, and for what? Some girl who allegedly shared his heartbeat? Lucretia was not certain she believed in the whole Herz occurrence, and if she did, she felt as if he was lying. How could Eloise be his Herz? How could someone so wicked, so against what they were, so against magic as a whole, be Arasmus’ Herz? She would not believe it, not even as his reaction lead her to believe that just possibly it was true. He sank to be seated once more, but Lucretia stood, ripping the sheet out with her so that she could remain covered. Bending down to her dressings on the floor, she moved to put her clothes on once more. Hot faced, she shook her head. “No,” she hissed. “No, I wouldn’t dare sleep with you. You’d think I poison you to make you sleep with me? You can look me in the eye and tell me that you truly believe I’d do that?” Keeping her back to him, the blonde looked over her shoulder at him, tears of anger appearing in her eyes. “How dare you, Arasmus. How dare you act in this fashion, treat me in this manner. Accusing me of a crime? You think that low of me?” Scoffing, she dropped the sheet and pulled up her garments, reaching behind her to do the ribbons and zippers on the modest items. Pain was heavy on her chest, a burden on her heart. Shaking her head, she moved to leave the room entirely, stepping over the broken, shattered glass scattered about on the floor.
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Arasmus is a Magister, and holds every Grimoire that is currently available--therefore his max Grimoire level is Grimoire Epsilon.
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"One day, the world will worship me."
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Blutsauger
132 Yrs
Impoverished
Single
Left Hand
Walking Staff
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Vee
Sept 23, 2018 12:49:37 GMT -5
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Jul 15, 2018 15:43:44 GMT -5
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Post by Arasmus Nyler on Aug 5, 2018 11:36:12 GMT -5
Arasmus watched her prepare to leave. He spoke: "If you had truly committed a crime, Lucretia, do not think I will take mercy and pity because of who you are. You know our rules. Our laws." His voice was cold, anger still lingering as he watched her step towards the door. "I do not think so low of you, however. I did not recall inviting you to bed with me." He had not, in a while, he'd been trying to garner more favor with Eloise, after all.
"Leave. Run away when you're mad, just like the child that you always have been." His words would sting, he knew that. He had watched her grow up, after all. He had held her when she had nightmares, he had worked tirelessly with her to teach her about her magic. She was as much his family as any of his biological children. "Always ran away when you're mad."
He'd stand, then, reaching to grab her wrist before she could leave the room. He aimed to pin her against the wall, the wrist he held pressed firmly to her back, her chest would be pressed to the wall in front of them. "You will behave, do you understand? You will not harm Eloise. After all, I'm trying to negotiate my way into her favor--so that I can release her, send her home, and allow her to implicate herself in our rise to power."
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