James and Samantha Venas
Ages: J- 45 S-43
Race: Human
Personality: James- Subtle and polite though he has an aura that scares people.
Samantha- Pleasant and cheerful with a none too subtle darkside when she decides she doesn't like you.
Bio:
James was trained as a summoner with the intent he'd create motes of nature. He was fatally wounded in combat with a band of thieves. As he laid there dying his soul reached out and beckoned for a savior namely the Demon Azaric. The demon has since become a fixture in their home. He is not subjugated nor did he take James' soul but they seem to have reached an understanding neither will tell.
Samantha was born as a blacksmith's daughter. Samantha never did as she was told and generally caused problems as she refused to fall in line. Eventually her father traded her away. She ran away from her marriage and started stealing. Something about bladed weapons always spoke to her she became rather infamous. Then she and her crew attacked a summoner to steal his valuables. The man summoned a demon the size of a tree and wiped them out. she was barely alive when she found herself and her friends being hauled over the arms of a demon and brought to town. Half of her group died from infection but she and the rest were told about how the summoner took them here and even paid for their treatments. They found out soon after he'd taken their coinpurses and used their money to pay for it taking the rest. This was the story of how James and Samantha Venas spent a year nearly killing eachother every time they met.
Job?: Lord and Lady
Powers?:
James- Summoning, Nature and dark magic.
Samantha- Summoning, Dark and fire magic.
(in order they learned them no less)
The Demon Azeric
Their home
Venas Manor is widely regarded as a hub of power in the local area. Mr and Mrs Venas have a strict policy of only inviting those of power to their gathering. Either magical or political matters not but only those of note are invited. Venas manor hosts many parties for various reasons but the most common of which is simply 'to enjoy life'. Which roughly translates to the Lord and Lady have drained their strength in their rituals and must take time to mend.
This is another such night. Two days prior they sent out the invitations and they were surprised to see another name on the list. Apparently a young mage had gained enough strength to be recognized. This wasn't unheard of of course but it had been some time since a new name had appeared.
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The invitation
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Upon the day Nicolas Crosse was invited the note appeared in a orb of black magic that hung in front of him and followed him around until it was touched. As soon as it was the small envelope would place itself in his hand.
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The invitation read as follows.
Master Crosse,
You as a person of considerable magical ability have been invited to attend a local gathering of power at Venas Manor. We are hosting a semi-formal party for no reason in particular. We hope you will join us in the festivities. Feel free to bring up to five subordinates and one guest. As this is as a gathering of powerful people we understand any safety concerns. We hope you come to enjoy the fun as only the top figures can.
You as a person of considerable magical ability have been invited to attend a local gathering of power at Venas Manor. We are hosting a semi-formal party for no reason in particular. We hope you will join us in the festivities. Feel free to bring up to five subordinates and one guest. As this is as a gathering of powerful people we understand any safety concerns. We hope you come to enjoy the fun as only the top figures can.
-James Venas
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The day of the event began with a flurry of activity as the planners and their crews ran to and fro making everything perfect. Placing lights putting up streamers and plain colored banners and such adding a slightly different theme to all of the gathering rooms. All in all it was rather extravagant though the guests took a much more subdued approach to their attire giving the place a more relaxed feeling as the music played and the guests chattered away. There were many powerful casters both obvious and not so obvious about their various protections. There were no less than a dozen golems scattered throughout the Manor.
Meanwhile Nero was standing in a corner looking positively annoyed as he had an incubus hanging off of his arm. The incubus looking around the room salivating as he imagined all of the possibility. Nero finally getting tired of it and punching the incubus in the face with a dispel charm sending the demon back to where it came from. "Father needs to stop summoning those." He growled to himself. He didn't want to be here and he found these gatherings beyond trying on his nerves but he knew he wouldn't be allowed to skip out no matter how he complained so here he was at the end of a buffet table his tail swishing and his ornamental wings twitching as he grew clearly more annoyed with the more of this farce he observed.