Rikotagowa Linoge
Dark Mage Lord of Linoge
A gust of wind began flowing through the city of Ayenee with a delightful yet bitter scent of power and death, such smell could tell a ranger what type of foe he/she was nearby, the kind of aroma that makes demonic minions squirmish as it makes the brave knights and paladins quiver.
The darkness of Ayenee was suitable for creatures, mercenarys, tortures, sadists, rapists, murderous and many more. The shadows seemed to give birth to a dark and omnious figure which slowly more features began to be destinguishable, long jet black hair, pale skin, eyes as white as snow, two medium horns produced from slightly above the forehead, a small drible of blood on his right corner of his mouth, his chest out in the open with no armor or cloth to cover it, his legs wrapped in what appears as dark gray silken pants with strides of black with the same markings that cover his body and a long sword at his right hip...
The sheath of the sword looked ancient with draconic emblems through out its skin, the hilt embeded with bone fragments and sulfer, the handle of the blade looked as if it was made with the skin of his enemies. The blade itself carried a presence to it... As if the sword had life.
The creature known as Rikotagowa standed at 6"2 with out the horns, his eyes slowly glancing at what was left of this God forsaken land, roof tops empty and crumbling, streets filled with blood and bones under the soil such seemed fit for the Dark Mage.
The wind gently carressing his skin and slowly making his hair flow like the waves of the ocean, the look in his eyes as always seemed dead for with no pupils comes no perception of the owner's mind.
His right hand feeling the skin on the handle of Sin's Wrath his mind jumping at the excitement of coming back to this world, Riko had never been to Ayenee but fought countless times to beings of this world and has heard stories of what goes on here and the thought of this mayhem gives Riko the feeling that tonight might be a good night.
The tainted lips of the Dark creature parted and his toungue slithered around his fangs cleaning the blood slowly coagulating in his mouth and words that were soft yet firm and soothing yet terrifying were formed " Is there anyone still alive in this hell?? " He had already senced that there were other life forms in the vicinity but he just wanted to see what type of response he would get... The words were not loud but were enhanced with a mind set so everyone in the area could mentally hear the words.
He would eagerly await in the corner of the castle in the shadows for any signs of movement.
The darkness of Ayenee was suitable for creatures, mercenarys, tortures, sadists, rapists, murderous and many more. The shadows seemed to give birth to a dark and omnious figure which slowly more features began to be destinguishable, long jet black hair, pale skin, eyes as white as snow, two medium horns produced from slightly above the forehead, a small drible of blood on his right corner of his mouth, his chest out in the open with no armor or cloth to cover it, his legs wrapped in what appears as dark gray silken pants with strides of black with the same markings that cover his body and a long sword at his right hip...
The sheath of the sword looked ancient with draconic emblems through out its skin, the hilt embeded with bone fragments and sulfer, the handle of the blade looked as if it was made with the skin of his enemies. The blade itself carried a presence to it... As if the sword had life.
The creature known as Rikotagowa standed at 6"2 with out the horns, his eyes slowly glancing at what was left of this God forsaken land, roof tops empty and crumbling, streets filled with blood and bones under the soil such seemed fit for the Dark Mage.
The wind gently carressing his skin and slowly making his hair flow like the waves of the ocean, the look in his eyes as always seemed dead for with no pupils comes no perception of the owner's mind.
His right hand feeling the skin on the handle of Sin's Wrath his mind jumping at the excitement of coming back to this world, Riko had never been to Ayenee but fought countless times to beings of this world and has heard stories of what goes on here and the thought of this mayhem gives Riko the feeling that tonight might be a good night.
The tainted lips of the Dark creature parted and his toungue slithered around his fangs cleaning the blood slowly coagulating in his mouth and words that were soft yet firm and soothing yet terrifying were formed " Is there anyone still alive in this hell?? " He had already senced that there were other life forms in the vicinity but he just wanted to see what type of response he would get... The words were not loud but were enhanced with a mind set so everyone in the area could mentally hear the words.
He would eagerly await in the corner of the castle in the shadows for any signs of movement.