Larot the Sage of Arcane PowerLarot created on 27th of January 2024, and is currently 23 years old (112 hours played).
Title: the Sage of Arcane Power Gender: Male Level: 50 Class: quasit invoker
Background history:
- Larot The Cat - posted at 2024-01-29 08:22:39
Larot The CatLarot the foot soldier fought battle after battle. He fought to live and
he lived to fight to the death. Nothing brought him more joy than riding
into a village, killing the men and taking the horses and women for his own.
He fought under the employ of emperors, generals and kings. He fought for
as long as he could recall being alive but still, he wanted more.
Larot was wounded by a poisoned scimitar during one especially bloody
battle. He and the survivors returned to camp afterward and Larot's fever
burned and burned. He tossed and turned in his bed, the sweat pouring down
his face. He fought the fever the way he fought men in war, he fought
without fear of death. He fought it until he was exhausted and he fell into
a very long, dark dream.
He dreamed the goddess of the underworld came to him naked riding on the
back of a black goat. Her skin was pale as the meat of an apple and her
hair was yellow as straw. She was nubile and seemed unaware of her
nakedness. Larot draped a cloak over her shoulders. She kissed him on the
cheek and tears of blood clouded his vision. "Be my servant and your soul
will live forever."
Larot awoke with a start. He rubbed his face and found tears of blood were
in his eyes. He vowed to meet the goddess again one day and prayed to do so
each night and morning. He never lost another battle. He came into wealth
and retired as a rich old man. One night at the age of ninety one after
eating a seven-course meal he prayed to the goddess and went to bed, he
dreamed of her again.
Larot looked down at his body, he had paws like a cat! He tried to speak
but he could only meow. Larot was infuriated! The goddess bent down and
picked him up. "You died in your sleep tonight Larot. Now you will live
with me in the underworld and be my pet. Do you like the the new form I
gave you?" , Asked the goddess. Larot wanted to fight her but she petted
him and he purred quietly.
A hundred years passed before Larot had his chance to escape. He had been
communing with the lord of the underworld and praying for his mercy. Larot
heard a sound coming from the forest. It was the first sign of life he had
heard in the past one hundred years, it was a cricket! Larot pounced on it
and sacrificed the body to the lord of the underworld. The cricket's soul
paid for his transport to Serin.
"Larot!" Cried the goddess, "Please don't leave me!" Larot looked back, he
felt a little sad leaving the goddess all alone. She had been good to him
after all. He looked up at the goddess, drawn forth by her ineffable beauty
he began walking toward her as if in a trance. He stopped. "NO!" He
yelled, "I'm not a cat!!" , He stepped through a shimmering portal leaving
the goddess behind forever.
Description:
His skin is like pink sandstone. He is slightly larger than a house cat.
From a distance you may think he were simply a hairless cat but his long
pink wings tell a different story. His face is not cute, he isn't that kind
of cat, what you are looking at is in fact the face of a little gargoyle.
He has calm blue eyes and his pink sandstone skin looks a bit wrinkly.
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