((Found in his mailbox.... MYSTERIOUSLY.))

Greetings, Etar!

We've noticed that you're looking a bit lonely, and in need of friends. Talking to folks about going to one side, going to another... Looks complicated. Would you want some help? If that guard that was any evidence of the side you're fighting with, you're going to need all the help you can get.

If you'd like to meet with a representative of ours, simply place this note back in the…

They let out a theatrical, dramatic sigh. Paperwork. It was, and always had been, the bane of his existence. It was a hated, horrid, necessary implementation of order that this world had enforced on him. He wasn’t complete like he had been down below, or up above, or whatever people called it nowadays, that he could simply conjure up the information by forcing the malleable reality to accept his will. Certainly, he could do something similar here in this world, but it was exponentially more…

1.)    Describe your character’s relationship with their mother or their father, or both. Was it good? Bad? Were they spoiled rotten, ignored? Do they still get along now, or no?

        Razas had a wonderful relationship with his parents, despite not remembering them. His father taught him everything he knew about business, and the man Razas was inherited his father's alchemy business. They worked successfully together for a number of years, before his father retired filthy rich two…

(The Other side of The Vessel))

Deep within the Twisting Nether, the Screaming Hells.

Malice sat in contemplation, the three glittering gemstone eyes staring at his quarter self. The greater amalgamation of souls was in the form of a gigantic millipede, a hood over its upright torso. Faces momentarily formed in the chitonous exoskeleton, expressions of pain or ecstasy or sensual…