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Sabrath

Once a conjurer and a transmute, the mage has conquered death, and slipped into the folly of Lichdom.

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

Description

Sabrath strides into those places he graces with his presence wearing a large, regal, purple robe that covers most of his form. That which is not covered is shown as a skeleton, the animated bones of what was once a powerful human mage, now a king amongst the undead. He wears, upon the cranium that crowns his robes, a gilt crown studded with jewels. He is constantly followed about by a 'nude' skeleton, carrying the train of his robes.

Personality

Sabrath looks down on those around him with arrogance, and has little need for most mortals. Those of exceptional quality, he either seeks alliance with, or merely attempts to destroy.

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Abilities

Conjuring
- Summon Galbrath: The Lich summons his trusty sword, with the gilt golden handle and magical blade, Galbrath. That which its blade touches slowly rots, if itself is not magical.
- Summon Undead: The Lich summons a number of undead equal to 2d6.
- Summon Arlkath: The Lich summons his trusty, large tower shield, Arlkath. Its defense is effective against all but the strongest of magic.
- Flesh to Stone: With a successful roll of eight or more, 2d6, the Lich turns a limb of the target into stone.
- Environment to Swamp: With a successful roll of four or more, 2d6, the Lich turns a portion of his environment into swampland.
- Summon Lesser Demons: With a successful roll of eight or more, 2d6, the Lich summons a lesser demon, with roll of 9 or above adding another to the fray.
- Summon Greater Demon: With a successful roll of 14 or more, 3d6, the Lich summons the general of his legions, Arkhath. Requires a sacrifice of a lesser demon which manifests as a flame at the tip of his blade as he draws a circle in the air.

A circle of flame spins e'er in its chest, its fiery maw awaits its opening to spew out the flames kept in its belly; great Arkhath, son of the Earth's center, arise ye from thy rest.


Transmuting
- Flesh to Stone: With a successful roll of eight or more, 2d6, the Lich turns a limb of the target into stone.
- Environment to Swamp: With a successful roll of four or more, 2d6, the Lich turns a portion of his environment into swampland.
- Environment to Desert: See above, replace 'swampland' with desert.

Ritual
- The King's Armor:
Oh ye garments of the mighty one, the dark king who rules o'er a thousand souls, cloak your master in your protection, that he may charge into battle with no fear of harm.
- Two turns: verbal component and sacrifice of two undead minions, creates steel-bone armor that replaces the Lich's robes with a full suit, excluding helmet.

So begins...

Sabrath's Story

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Sabrath opened his hands, his blade and shield decaying in the air and then disappearing. His arms fell after, the bone covered by his robes. His undead soldiers stood their ground in front of him, each of their hands all on their swords, pointing them down and to the left. His commander stood stock still, and the two minions at his feet growled quietly.

My feet stand here; if my domain does follow my feet, then my domain is my person.
Sabrath rasped,
My soldiers make no move but my bidding; cease your delusions, entity, and challenge my sovereignty no further.

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Sabrath waved a hand over the table, a square piece in it rotting away as he did so. The empty eye sockets of his cranium trained on the smaller creature in front of him, the lich's jaw opened slightly, death's smile upon it as he rasped.

If you wish to challenge my sovereignty and disband my domain, we must agree upon the terms of engagement.


The creature turned his head to the commander, who nodded, and stepped to the center of the left side of the table. It placed its shield onto the square slot left by Sabrath.

Our terms shall be made clear, let the surface of the shield reflect that as it does the room.

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Sabrath stared across the shield at Xel, unmoving and unspeaking. The lich was uncomprehending of what sounded like garble to him, save for a few words and concepts that made it through. Those, the creature contended, were utter nonsense save the last words he spoke.

I am a being of magic, the form of a conquerer of death,
he rasped.
Now that we have established what we are, ourselves, let us establish our terms. Only the weak do boast so incoherently.

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Sabrath remained unmoving as Xel/Zel removed himself from the negotiations.

As usual, milord,
rasped his commander,
order triumphs over chaos.


Indeed. You may take your leave, my loyal servant,
responded the lich.

As the floor under the soldier groaned, he fell back into it, his shield rotting on the table. The undead king himself remained seated, folding his arms as his attendant came up to his side.

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Sabrath glanced around the bar, his cranium moving the sockets of his eyes as he did. His jaw remained closed, and his assistant leaned forward.

What do you seek, milord?
came its timid inquiry.

Sabrath rasped in response,
Hired hands, allies, enemies. I have told you this, servant; do not make me replace you. I shall call for you when I desire your services.


The attendant bowed, and stepped back.

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Sabrath kept his gaze upon The Assassin, even as his face was covered by Crystal.

Servant, fetch me this man. Remember that failure will render you as dust.


The attendant followed his lord's bidding, walking quickly, his animated hips quaking as if they were about to fall off, hopefully to intercept The Assassin's path. The lich cared whit nor what for his prior engagements.

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Sabrath allowed his skeletal hand to rise, and the attendant, in its spot, crumbled into dust. The lich's jaw hung open slightly, in a rattling rasp akin to a sigh. He had anticipated that failure; his attendant never was one of much success.

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Sabrath did not shift in his seat. The mantle of ruler was deserved only by one who had patience to rule, and his domain followed him. A cheap throne under his bones, and servants clamoring for battle or work, the lich remained impassive to all that entered his senses, save for the sole conversation in the room.

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And, Nightraid: It's an interesting mechanic, and it might work well where there are fewer ESP individuals. I would think there would be more challenge in simply playing one or the other, though. As I said before.

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Sabrath swept a single, bone arm across the ranks of his men. All, including the commander, decayed into dust, their weapons following shortly after. That dust, itself, leaked through the metal floors before the lich himself gazed about the establishment, his empty eye sockets regarding the place. He sought mortal allies, mortal threats, all those things which he needed to build his kingdom above his infernal domains. Sabrath was considering the deserts of Terra for this, but those plans waited as he stood silently, Galbrath still within his bone hand.

And so the master beckons,
the undead king rasped, an adequate volume for any other who listened to hear.
Likely with the threat of beating. A sad existence.

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Sabrath released Galbrath from his grasp, and it rotted in the air. His attendant succumbed to dust, and slipped through the floor. The metal groaned, and the Lich himself fell through slowly, his business within the establishment done for now.

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Sabrath turned his cranium slightly, the empty and dead eye sockets fixing upon James. The figure moved little, its bone foot shifting only a bit toward the man.

The floor,
he rasped,
is unharmed. See with your eyes, mortal.
A bone hand swept to the floor, which had indeed repaired itself after his entrance.

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Sabrath remained seated, his robe-covered skeleton unmoving as he waited. The lich waited, perhaps, for one who would challenge him and his domain; perhaps he waited for one who was, of their very nature, an ally to his domain. However the case may be, he waited, the cranium atop his frame pivoting as his dead eye sockets gazed about. This bed of magic and power seemed unoccupied, tonight.

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Sabrath turned the bleach cranium that stood upon his frame, the empty eye sockets training upon Jeltz. His appearance was of opulence, and it was for this reason that The Pale Lord's attention turned on to him. His arm rose, the robes falling back to reveal a single, pointing bone toward the man. The undead king's assistant nodded, and walked up to attempt to intercept the figure.

My honored sir,
he would hiss, if successful,
my Lord wishes words with you. You shall know him as you know me.

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Sabrath regarded Jeltz, before his arm rose. The assistant now held, within his hands, parchment and an ink quill pen. The minutes of their meeting would be carefully recorded, and preserved. The Pale Lord brought his arm back down, and a few moments of silence passed; truly, this man wore his power in a gaudy display, showing his wealth. Of the two most powerful forces of control, wealth was one.

[query]We are called Sabrath.[/quote] The creature rasped,
In Our domain, where Our feet do rest, you shall refer to Us as 'Milord'.

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Sabrath kept his cool, dead gaze upon the merchant in front of him. He did not respond for a time, the cranium merely pointed toward the man, the empty sockets trained on this supplicant's eyes. It was only thirty seconds, but a long lull, a pause in the conversation, before the lich finally responded to the man.

There is power and magic in this place,
he replied.
When Our feet do arrive, Our domain searches for those We may ally, those We must defeat. Though We are Master of an infernal realm, Our influence must stretch to mortal planes as well.


The reason for the pause was simple. A king needed not opulence or flash, but dignity, assurance, and patience. The silence, The Pale Lord was certain, would throw the dynamic into perspective for the man across from him: this audience was under his control, and he demanded the appropriate respect, not slim imitations.

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Sabrath allowed his jaw to hang loose for a moment, a rasp escaping from the empty cranium. The Pale Lord's own admission of understanding; he had been correct, this man in opulent garb was indeed here on business. As the attendant furiously scribbled onto the parchment, the lich placed his two bony hands on the edge of the table, the space under them rotting, before he placed them back. It was subtle, but not accidental.

We are aware,
he began in a hiss,
that currency provides the sinews of war. Our court seeks not jesters, as so many exist in this mortal complex, but merchants; that Our Hand may stretch out with the aid of gold.

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Sabrath maintained his gaze at Bartleby as he spoke, the words reaching his presence and flooding through his cranium, not a mote of the implications lost upon him. If the merchant still believed himself to be one who was not expendable, then The Pale Lord would have to make his position clear to the man. His jaw hung open slackly, and he began to rasp to Jeltz.

Our domain is guided by plans that stretch for eons, from the 'morrow for a thousand years.
The undead king's words quieted to a hiss,
You, your empire, cannot last as long as Our domain of Death. For your commodities to survive Our domain, we would require a monopoly of their production and distribution. If not,
the lich paused,
there will always be another merchant to seek audience at Our court.

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Sabrath nodded slowly, Death's smile reappearing about his form. This company would be useful, but it was not the only avenue of support he would seek. At this moment, though, The Pale Lord acknowledged that it was the firmest and most well-established foundation he could take on the mortal soil, even if his immediate terms placed both his empire and Jeltz's company on equal footing. Sabrath had ways around this, and they were cunning indeed.

Very well. You shall also be at Our side within Our mortal court. You, as a mortal, shall have the unprecedented status of being second only to Our Great Commander of Legions.
The lich paused,
As Our Minister of Commerce and Mortal Affairs, you shall have many tools at your disposal.

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Sabrath kept his gaze upon Bartleby, the appearance of a darker presence entering the bar intriguing him, rather than the automatons his attention came to. He, as the merchant, was content to wait at his table of negotiations, silently listening and watching this manifestation. His arms held at his sides, The Pale Lord sat even as his attendant quaked in unbecoming fear.

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Sabrath was, indeed, much more impressed with Maleficus, yet made no move to approach or speak to him. There would be no meshing between the two, their philosophies far too divergent from one another. His attention turned to Aiyanna, the dead sockets of eyes regarding both Bartleby and the android. Perhaps there would be contingencies in his planning.

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Sabrath stood calmly, his cranium locked on the combat between his business partner and the android, the dead eyes taking in the altercation. It swiveled slightly, gazing at Maleficus and his machinations. The Pale Lord's mandible fell open in a slow rasp, as if sighing.

Indeed, there was much chaos in the room tonight. Still, he would not draw his sword; the undead king was not keen to endanger his own self for a fight between others. There was no legal precedent for it, either.

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Sabrath gazed down at Bartleby, about to answer the query his newest alliance had made of him. The Pale Lord, though, felt the call of a conjurer within the bar. A former transmute and conjurer himself, these signatures made themselves apparent, quite readily, to his attention. His cranium needed not turn for him to register the threat, and his bone hands opened.

There was the war cry, as his hand wrapped around the summoned blade of Galbrath, and his shield, Arlkath.

Both of the dread lord's tools came as the skeleton turned, the magics on the mage's ancient skeleton turning to meet Ren, raising his blade to meet the incoming slice she had made, the tower shield held in front of him. A twist, and she threw fire directly at him, as if to burn his robes.

Arlkath was a potent magic in itself, and the fire crashed upon it, a few stray embers lighting his robes ablaze.

Who is this, that does threaten Our person?
the lich rasped.

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Sabrath gazed down at the impertinent assassin, who came to battle him with no negotiation beforehand, no rules of engagement. She had simply barged into his regal presence, and launched her attack. Her sorcery was an impressive feat, even to the ancient one whose own soul was held to his bones by magics of his own design. The creature's mandible slacked open, and a great, piercing cry filled the bar.

To Bartleby's side came the powerful commander of one of his legions, standing his full regalia with sword and shield, a plumed helmet marking his ranking. To the flanks of both the lich and the assassin stood two of his elite soldiers, greatswords held up, their blades cross-sectioned against their breastplates. The floor groaned during this, allowing their infernal bodies entrance to the mortal realm. None of them made move.

You intrude Our domain with your chaotic intent,
rasped the Pale Lord in response.
If you wish combat with Our person, so be it; none shall interfere as long as my servants stand guard on this field of battle.

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Sabrath gazed up at Maleficus from the apple, even as his boot remained still upon its surface. Death's Smile crossed his cranium, and Galbrath twisted slightly in his boned hand. The dead gaze of the undead king moved none as his magics pressed the bones of his leg down, crushing the silver apple beneath the boot of his summoned armor.

Royalty had pride.

My apologies, dark one,
hissed the creature.
Your ways and Ours cannot mesh; Our court deigns it appropriate to ask, however, a treaty of non-aggression between Our domain and your ilk.