STATS & SUMMARY
HP | 300/300 |
MP | 300/300 |
Speed | 30m/s |
Strength | 30 |
(Melee Damage) | |
SP | 1 |
(Spell Power Multiplier) |
ITEMS ON HAND
N/ASPELLS USED
N/ASPIRIT TEXT SUMMARY
Arnaluuk | #66fff |
Scorpio : | #cc9900 |
Noel: | #00ccff |
Sweetie | #ff33ff |
Sir Pudley | #cccc66 |
Atsuai | #E14F76 |
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Since being a small child in Seven with naught but a single key containing an all-too-irate Frozen Sea Spirit, Odhran had one dream. This dream was to become a notorious villain, wreaking havoc across the world for the sake of spreading his own glory and fear. He had done many things towards that end. He had crashed weddings. He murdered political officials. He even spray-painted a phallic symbol on a Rune Knight's Outpost, or at least he was pretty sure it was a Rune Knight's Outpost. Now, it seemed as if he had finally gotten some recognition. He held an invite in his hand from one "Louie Calvin Klein." The name was unfamiliar to Odhran, but the gold leaf on the edge of the envelope meant for sure that this "Louie" was rich. Someone rich and powerful, asking for the presence of the one called the God of the Celestial Spirit Realm? How could he possibly deny such a thing! Despite Arnaluuk's insistence on doing at least a little research on the mysterious Louie Calvin Klein, Odhran knew that this was an offer too good to pass up. This was his shot, his opportunity to rise to the cream of the cream of the crop of evilness. This influence, this power, this majesty was enough to send Odhran for a spin.
Wearing his best slightly-torn tuxedo and gaudy monocle with a slightly chipped rim, Odhran stepped towards the restaurant that the invitation had set: Nourriture Vraiment Raffinée. Scorpio was behind him, in her female form and a set of magnificent gold armor, marvelling in the fanciness of the outside of the restaurant. Atsuai, too, was looking elegant as ever, a light, calm smile plastered on her almost-too-perfect face. To round out the ensemble, Sweetie was on full display, complaining ever-so-slightly about the likely lack of "good" food. He looked around to see no traffic outside the restaurant. As the invite said, it was completely reserved. The only person outside was a black-haired woman. "Oh! Hello there! Are you here for the very important meeting with Louie Calvin Klein? You know, the one about the really evil people meeting up or something like that? I am too! Come on now, let's head in together!" Before even asking a name, Odhran had already grabbed the woman by the wrist and begun dragging her in.
Befitting the outside of the restaurant, the interior of the place was fancy as fancy gets. Gold and silver was in each and every trace as far as the eye could see. Someone was playing a harp. In fact, Odhran saw four harp players and someone sitting nearby with a didgeridoo. A tuxedo-wearing man came up beside the man with the didgeridoo and whispered something, causing the didgeridoo player to requip into a fifth harp. That same tuxedo-wearing man then approached the counter.
"I ahm very sorry, monsieur, but zis place is reserved for ze partee of Louie Calvin Klein, and I must ask you to-"
Odhran raised a hand. "Have no fear, Timothy! I have an invite! See! And this rest of the party is with me. I'm a Celestial Spirit Mage, see. And these fine ladies are my summons! Now, if you can bring me to mister Louie, that would be appreciated."
The man, slightly disinterested, shrugged and led Odhran and his crew towards Louie, who was not alone.
"Hello! You're the Louis fellow that sent me this fancy letter! I am Odhran Aegisbane, the God of the Celestial Spirit Realm! Oh, and this is Scorpio, the Scorpion of the Zodiac, very fancy and I'm sure to your liking, as well as Atsuai and Sweetie. Oh and this is..."
He looked at the woman, confused. "Who the hell are you? How did you get mingled in with my Spirits? Well, you're here now anyways, so you might as well introduce yourself.
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