View character profile for: Ivan Kor
OOC - Joint post
"I would like it if you *didn't* touch it." I try to slap her hand away.
She takes a step back as you push her hand away.
"Why the hell am I here, mind explaining why I came here via imp ass?" Ivan points at Blix.
She smiles, amused. “Ha, a funny way to get here. There are many ways to... arrive in this plane. And without a traditional spell, it can be... unpredictable. I don’t control such things, Ivan.
She approaches Ivan and gives him gentle shove.
OOC - You notice you are no longer covered in filth and slime.
[Dexterity Save 7]
He trips over a small chest behind him and ends up sitting on the bed. The imp, Blix, jumps back and flies off the bed and into a corner.
Jaz comes forward, nudging the chest under the bed with her foot and puts her arms on your shoulders, bending over you a little at this point.
Ivan looks around a bit confused, "What are you planning?"
[Wisdom Save 3 failed]
“I just want your company, Ivan.”
OOC - You are CHARMED by Jaz. - Charm. One humanoid the fiend can see within 30 feet of it must succeed on a DC 15 Wisdom saving throw or be magically charmed for 1 day. The charmed target obeys the fiend''s verbal or telepathic commands. If the target suffers any harm or receives a suicidal command, it can repeat the saving throw, ending the effect on a success. If the target successfully saves against the effect, or if the effect on it ends, the target is immune to this fiend''s Charm for the next 24 hours.
“Then we will see... where it goes.”
"My company? Little corny." Ivan smirks at her.
She crawls up onto Ivan and rolls off to his side stretching her arms out above her head and one leg after another, laying on her back.
“Pfff”. , huffs the imp. He opens the door to the small room and exits.
“We could have some fun.”
She rolls over and reaches for something under her bed then returns with a pouch of Ivan’s favorite powder substance. She leans on her elbow on her side, takes a pinch with her with her fingers and sniffs it.
"Bone dust, I'mma say no to that"
Ivan sits up.
“Are you sure? Surely there is something I could interest you in.”
"What I want is answers, material objects are only there for me while I stay alive, but once I die they won't go with me."
“Answers? Is that all? Well... this isn’t going to be much fun.
"If you haven't noticed, I’ve been marked by the Nine Hells, I keep arriving here, and most of all, I'm stuck in a prison."
She rolls gracefully off the bed and struts over to a cabinet near the mirror, where she pulls out a bottle and two glasses. She pours a bit into one glass, shaking her hips as she does so. She turns and offers it to Ivan with a cheeky smile.
“The prison, yes, I could help you with that.
"Oh really? How so?" I take the glass, but I don't drink it.
“Well that all depends on you, Ivan. What are you willing to give?
She looks Ivan in the eyes.
“What do you want?"
She pours one for herself and sits next to him. Her radiant smile (if you can call anything about a fiend radiant) beams from ear to ear and she whispers right into Ivan’s ear.
“Everything.” She sips from her glass. “But you mean, from you.”
"Of course, it's not like I'm someone that can give you everything. What do you want with me, a simple tiefling?."
“Let’s make a deal. I tell you want to know, at least what I know of it, and you... give me one kiss. We can start there.”
"A kiss? Seriously? Something that simple?"
She says in a disappointed voice, “You can’t expect me to tell you hellish secrets for free. I am bound by a code you may not understand. So, yes. A kiss. An easy payment. You wanted answers, that’s pretty simple.”
"You better not trick me for this. I'll give you your kiss."
She says happily and shrugs,”Fine, what do you want to know?” Then takes another sip.
"Why the hell does Asmodeus and Glaysa want me?"
“The hard question first. What I know... is that you are special to them, Ivan. Your blood could mean the end to the war. Why? I don’t know. But I could find out. Separate deal, of course.”
Ivan thinks back to the attack of the demon on his family.
"The Blood of Tiekious, ring any bells for you?"
“Tiekious?” She laughs. Then her face turns serious. “You’re joking.”
"I would be if I knew who it was."
“You’re telling me I have the scion of Tiekious on my bed?
She is stunned.
“Lie down, scion of Tiekious.”
Ivan lies down, confused.
"Don't know what you are going on about
She straddles Ivan and starts to touch him while explaining to him exactly who Tiekious was: an ancient fiend, neither devil nor demon who ruled over a large landscape of both the Nine Hells and the Abyss. However Tyr, god of Justice destroyed him in order to protect the other realms. Tiekious was known for keeping the demons of the Abyss and the devils of the nine hells from fighting among each other. His death led to the blood war, however Tiekious had an ace in the hole. He would give the mantle to anyone of his descent.
“Sounds like you do have something to offer after all, Ivan… But I can’t make you do THAT… not here.”