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Marchosias Nekrassus

The only thing you can be certain of is death.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by broheim

Description

Description: A lich, wears mail and plate armor, covered in ragged, bloodied robes.
His face is covered by a mask he made himself out of deformed dragon bones, his eye sockets are empty, having small, blue orbs of fire serve him as eyes. He is completely covered by a mail with plates on top of it. Usually covers himself completely with ragged robes in a poor attempt to disguise himself.

Personality: rather jolly for a lich. Taunts his foes at every chance, tends to speak to his barely sentient minions. Or his scythe.

Equipment:
Elder magus armor: Ancient armor from when he was alive, it was crafted to serve as an aegis for the user, protecting from magical and physical harm. The armor also attunes to the wearer, increasing the efficiency of his preferred magic, in this case: necromancy, unholy, and fire magic.
The gauntlets and greaves of the armor have several ridges, inscriptions and spikes to intimidate and offer the user a close-combats alternative.

War-magus arsenal: During his... "unlife", Marchosias has acquired a massive array of weapons, from a small dagger, to a massive battle axe, all the weapons were enchanted by him to better serve his purpose.
The weapons are stored in a pocket dimension where only Marchosias has access to. He can simply open a small portal and pull out his desired weapon.

Umbra Deseco: Marchosias favorite weapon, an ancient scythe he has since he learned magic, the blade is heavy and the edge is keen. This scythe is Marchosias most precious catalyst, as centuries of use has adapted it to his disastrous purposes.

Abilities:
War-magus: Mastery over all the magical elements, from the basic fire, to the dangerous blood magic and unholy. However, his preference lays within the dark arts, wich he often mixes with regular magic for... fantastical results.

Dark magi: Marchosias has a preference for the necromancy and unholy magic, letting him summon demons, or undead to aid him in battle. He may turn someone into his minion as well.
It is advised to not get touched by Marchosias, results can be horrifying.

Warp-walker: He's able to create portals to other planes, as well as using them for more creative purposes.


History: Marchosias forgot most of his own past as he has lived for almost a millenia. However, he'll try to remember if asked.
Or tell you about something completely unrelated.

Do not. DO NOT. Let him walk around a graveyard. Either he'll brimg back the dead and raze the city, or make them dance and play instruments for an entire month.

So begins...

Marchosias Nekrassus's Story

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#, as written by broheim
Marchosias stumbles into the bar, crashing trough the door and falling on the ground.
"Fuck the paladins..."
He stands up, dusts himself off and marches on onto the bar, not even knowing where he is.
"Can you tell me where i am?"
The bar-tender looks at him surprised "Oh, uh, it's Gambit's bar, sir."
"What? where the hell am i? i was out there, punching paladins in the face and they kicked my ass into a bar... what the hell."
The bar-keep chuckles "Oh sir, such things tend to happen around here, may i offer you a drink?"
"Welp, i'm here, give me some rum, i'll deal with my confusion later." Marchosias brings out his pouch and gives the bar-keep a golden coin.
"Hope this covers the price" said Marchosias as he laughed "oh do not worry sir, here is your drink" the bar-keep places a crystal cup with rum in front of Marchosias, who looks at him perplexed "You... you do know that the cup will shatter, don't you?" said him while showing the bar-keep his gauntlets.
"Oh, my apologies, maybe a wooden tanker?" "that would be great, thanks"

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#, as written by broheim
Marchosias keeps to himself chugging down rum like no tomorrow while laughing at his surroundings "by Vorlyebel, that idiot really tried to kill a guy here? when the bouncer was just behind him?" said Marchosias to the bar-keep while laughing "I'm afraid so, many people think that this is an arena, as such, we were forced to bring more strict security measures."
"Really though, what kind of fucking idiot says "i'll kill you bruv for snoring" seriously, even i have killed people for less retarded stuff."
"Maybe he had a child trauma that involved snoring?" Marchosias inmediately cracks up laughing
"Yeah, "me momma was killd by snorin peegs" dumb ass kid." Marchosias stops laughing as he sees the sleepy fellow stand up and leave trough some stairs.
"Oh he left, maybe it was something i said?" Marchosias kept laughing at his own jokes "Boy... BRING ME MORE RUM!"
"Uh, i... Yes sir." "What? i'm dead already, i'm not actually drunk, i enjoy its flavor, well, what little i can taste that is."

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#, as written by Varden
One of the tenders that was wiping down the bar turned back to Marchosias as the boy went to get more rum. "That boy was done a favor by being kicked out by the Judicarius. I have seen that man take a Aschen disruptor blast point blank to the back of the head and not flinch or seem any worse for the wear. That boy was poking something primordial in the guise of a sleeping man. I doubt he was even really asleep.", she commented as she started to organize the stock.

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#, as written by broheim
"Oh i see, so the guy is more than just a guy, think he'll mind if i chat with him for a while?" asked Marchosias to the lady.

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Alana continued to do some general cleaning as she spoke with Marchosias. "I do not know. You would need to ask him and he is no longer here. He has a room upstairs but you will find that none of the employees will give you that information unless he allows it in which case you would have already spoken to him." She paused long as she drained two nearly empty bottles of vodka into another bottle with the same label. "If you hang out in the bar for a day or two you will likely see him again."

The boy brought the rum that Marchosias had requested a moment earlier.

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#, as written by broheim
"Sounds like we're having a party then! COMRADES, FEAST TODAY IN YOUR REST DAY!" Marchosias summons 7 portals around him bringing several kinds of undead to him, there were a knight, mage, templar, dread knight, rogue, and a shield-bearer.
"CELEBRATE!" exclaimed Marchosias, almost as an order, promptly after, they all sat down on a round table and served each other rum while talking like old friends.

"So i told that skank "Not even as a sack of bones will i give you a ribbing" the undead cracked up at his horrible joke, seems they all have the same taste in humor, bad.

Marchosias signals them to keep the noise down "sorry for the ruckus, uh, what's your name?" asked to the girl doing the cleaning.

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#, as written by Varden
She watched as the party started and said nothing in comment until Marchosias asked her for her name. "Keeper Alana.", she replied and poured drinks as they were requested. "Keeper because I once owned a tavern and inn and so kept it. Now I sometimes and on rare occasion assist behind the bar here at Gambit's. Primarily for interaction and purposes of nostalgia. They need not pay me though they often insist."

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#, as written by broheim
"OH so you're like an intern? and you have a bar? a damn good intern!" said the mage
"BOY, REMEMBER THAT TIME WE STABBED A DRAGON'S WING MID-AIR AND IT CRASHED ON A MOUNTAIN AND CAUSED AN AVALANCHE?" yelled the knight
"What the fuck, calm down, yeah, we do, you were dumb enough to get on his head and stab his eye while he fell, you died for the third time that day" said the dread knight
"Well, to be fair, the knight is usually going in front of me so i can't protect him..." claimed the shield-bearer.

"Yeah yeah, shut up, A TOAST FOR KEEPER ALANA AND HER BAR FULL OF DRUNKEN BRAWLERS!" said Marchosias while lifting the bottle of rum.
"CHUG CHUG CHUG CHUG CHUG CHUG CHUG"

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"An intern eh?", she frowned as a few of the roudy undead spoke loudly about their past adventures. "Not exactly. I am retired. I do this only to pass the time and meet new people. My husband does the same though he travels much more than I."

"Thank you.", she said she said after the toast went up. Alana smiled and nodded her appreciation before going back to her work and making herself busy with various small tasks left undone behind the bar.

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#, as written by broheim
Marchosias and his group kept on their festive mood troughout the nights. Loudly boasting about feats of might they did, or what maids they got in their past lives.

"Oh the times was hard and the wages low" sang Marchosias, followed by his group

"Leave her, Johnny, leave her"

"And the grub was bad and the gales did blow"

"And it's time for us to leave her

"Leave her, Johnny, leave her
Oh, leave her, Johnny, leave her"

"For the voyage is done and the winds do blow
And it's time for us to leave her"

"I thought I heard the Old Man say
You can go ashore and take your pay"

"Oh her stern was foul and the voyage was long
The winds was bad and the gales was strong"

"And we'll leave her tight and we'll leave her trim
And heave the hungry packet in"

"Oh, leave her, Johnny, leave her with a grin
For there's many a worser we've sailed in"

"And now it's time to say goodbye
For the old pierhead's a-drawing nigh"

After the undead finished their shanty, they kept drinking and laughing, making jokes at other patrons and inviting them to join.

"OI YOU! WEIRD-ASS HOODED GUY, COME TAKE A CHUG WITH US!" said the knight, as he took a drink from its tanker.
"DA! COME JOIN BROTHER! TELL US ABOUT YOUR ADVENTURES!" said the shield-bearer, gesturing him to join
"COME OVER! REJOICE ON THE LIQUID COURAGE ASWELL, WEIRD-ASS WIMP GUY IN PEASANTS CLOTHES!" said the dread knight to the young man wearing a vest

"Dear god, these fucks are way too loud." said the rogue under his breath "Welp, join 'em then." said Marchosias to the rogue.
"COME ON MATE, GET OVER HERE FOR A GOOD TANKARD FULL 'O RUM!" exclaimed the rogue at the two men.

"Or are you looking for trouble?" Said Marchosias in a defiant tone to both of the men.
"TRABBLE YA SAY?" the mage stood up and jokingly got into a fighting stance "Oh shut up, you can't even fight bare-fisted a dying pup." said the knight.

"Well, waddaya lookin' for, kid?" said Marchosias as he gestures the others to shut up.

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Ansen was about to reply to Jacen when a group of rowdy drunken loudmouths barged in, ruining the peace and quiet.

"Dear God above. . ." Ansen muttered bitterly. "Listen Jacen, you can start a fight if you so desire, or you can be smart about it and think of something more. . . Beneficial to occupy your time and efforts with. See these morons who came rollicking in? They obviously are an odd bunch aren't they? Use your head, pinpoint why this group will undoubtedly fail. Try more mind-oriented things before rushing into combat." Ansen patted Jacen's shoulders and stood to leave. However the rowdy party, who had come in yelling and making a fuss, was now in Ansen's way.

"Excuse me gentlemen, I will be taking my leave, if you'll let me." Ansen stated motioning towards the door they were blocking.

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#, as written by broheim
(Actually, we were in the bar long before you came in, we're sitting in a table near the bar-tender, Keeper Alana is nearby.)

The rowdy undead see the man with the vest leaving the bar and kick up their loud 'n obnoxious joke again.
"OI, COME ON! JUST A DRINK! DON'T LEAVE US STANDIN' 'ERE LIKE FOOLS!" said the knight "YEAH, GIT OVER HERE, WE JUST WANNA HAVE SOME FUN!" said the dread knight and rogue in unison. Eery.

The rest of the group is just laughing and drinking while looking at the loud fools.

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#, as written by Faithy
RenĂ©e walked through the backroom of the bar, having been locked away inside for a few hours in an attempt to put in orders and everything else that needed to be done since Gabrielle disappeared once again. She hadn’t heard from her sister in a while, but wasn’t worried yet, because her little sister had the tendency to vanish for a few days while doing an impromptu photo shoot or something. So, the older LeBeau took it upon herself to make sure the bar continued to run smoothly and the security helped with that of course. When she heard loud noises however, she realized that she had better go out and see what was going on. Plus, she needed to check the stock to make sure they weren’t low on anything.

“Hmm
” RenĂ©e arched her brow at the rowdy men and glanced towards the bartender before walking over to where they were all currently sitting.

“Excuse me sirs. While I appreciate your business and am glad that you are all having a fantastic time, you’re being overly loud and I’m asking you to either quiet it down, or leave.” She slid a few fingers through her raven hair, the eighteen-year-old hoped they would do as they were asked. While she didn’t look like anything special with her red button up shirt and black pants, she was fully prepared to do what was necessary to get them to shut up.

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Jacen watched as the raven haired girl fingered her hair after asking the drunks to quiet down. He was intrigued by her courage though he knew this group wouldn't be swayed by saying 'please'. He took a deep drink of his beer. He didn't like bullies and had dealt with his share of drunks who were driven by copious amounts of alcohol they consumed to violent behavior. He leaned against the table watching the scene.

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#, as written by broheim
"See, i told you about this kind of shit, whateveryourname's" said Marchosias to the dread knight
"What? i'm just trying to enjoy my rum!"
"You're enjoying it a bit too much, i'd guess." said the shield-bearer
"Oh, and you aren't?" asked the rogue with his smug tone
"You're missing the god-damn point." said the wizard
"Fuckin' hell! this is why people hate necromancers." said the knight
"Wrong, it's because they bring back dead people. They don't like that shit, remember?" said the templar. Everyone's rather surpised he talked. It's the first word he says since they started drinking.
"Wait... you talk? you never talked before, MARCHOSIAS! THE TEMPLAR TALKED!" said the Dread knight.
"Yeah... he can talk, you seriously didn't knew? Well, he's usually calm and collected, or the voice of reason. And that's why i barely bring him out." replid Marchosias.

"Were we talking about something before?" asks the rogue while putting his tankard down.
"No idea... OH WAIT, DRAGONS! YEAH! Definetily dragons." replied the shield-bearer.
"Alright, so, there i was-" the dread-knight was interrupted by Marchosias loudly clearing his throat.
"As i was saying, there WE WERE. An ebon dragon that casted the area in shadows or darkness or some stupid shit that ebon dragons do to make you blind. At that point, i already scarred his dumb-ass face with my blade. So without a doubt, the dragon was pissed. He reeled back and tried to blast me with one of those ebon fireballs made of whateverthehell or shadows or something."
"And just a second before he gets his sorry ass blasted. I jump forward, swing my bulwark and deflect the fireball into a boulder nearby. Turns out the rogue was using it as cover while it prepared a small shrapnel bomb." said the shield-bearer while pointing at the rogue.

"It COULD have worked. But of course "hurr big sheeld, i protect!" damn idiot"

The group kept on talking, ignoring the presence of others while ordering more rum.

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Ansen spotted the woman approaching, the drunkards kept on laughing and drinking. Sad, it really was a sad scene. Jacen appeared to be completely out of it, the first time he had done anything Ansen agreed with. Ansen sighed and approached the woman.
"Listen madam, I apologize for contributing to the ruckus." Ansen offered a quick bow of apology. "You gentlemen should apologize to her as well, she's only doing what she was hired to do. Here you are now making a huge uproar over a few drinks. . . ." Ansen walked back over to Jacen and sat at the bar.
"I feel as though tonight won't be ending peacefully, if combat starts up. . . Can I count on you having my back?" Ansen offered the younger man his hand and ordered them both another round.

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#, as written by Faithy
Snorting as she was ignored, RenĂ©e shot a look to the bartender, but before she managed to walk over, she was stopped by someone else who was apologizing to her. Realizing how much she was beginning to hate the bar, the eighteen-year-old made a note to get Gabrielle to hire someone to actually manage the place so that she didn’t have to. Squeezing the bridge of her nose with a snort at the thought of her being hired to do this, she took in a deep breath,

“Firstly, your apology is accepted. Secondly, the name is RenĂ©e LeBeau. My father is the owner of this bar and my sister, Gabrielle and I run it. So, gentlemen, until you can shut the fuck up and respect the other patrons, you’re not getting anything further to drink.” She spoke loud enough for not only the men to hear, but the bartender as well. “I have no qualms in having security boot you all out on your assses if necessary.” She added with a slight snarl.

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Ansen cringed slightly as Renee shouted at the louder party, he took a slow sip from his new mug of ale and awaited a sign of Jacen's support.

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#, as written by broheim
Marchosias stands up and dismisses the undead trough a mist. And turns around to see the young girl straight to her eyes.

Marchosias starts talking in a more serious tone "We heard what you said. My comrades and i stopped singing shanties and screaming, and returned to our dragon-slaying chat. It is not my fault you feel undermined when someone else doesn't pays much attention to you. And you, pair of puny maggots" Marchosias turned to the two men "I've been living since before technology arrived. I know magics that were forgotten eons ago, and ones developed by civilizations long lost to time. I know exactly what goes trough your head. I suggest you to keep it in there."

Marchosias sat down again, drinking his rum while playing with a mote of unholy magic beetween his fingers.
"It's harmless, by the way. Unless you're a mice, in wich case, you should run for your life." said the lich while laughing.

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Jacen glared at the man who was bullying the girl who called herself Renee. He got to his feet and growled at Ansen. "Just be ready." HE walked over to the man (Marchosias) whod been bullying the girl Renee. "i think you should leave before something happens youll regret starting. "