Red Words of Truth

[TragicAce]

“Greetings, friend! I pray your trip-ah, but first:

Everything I say in red is absolute truth.

How rude of me. I am your humble host Mordeus. As for who or what I am, I do not expect you to take my word for it. This is a world where belief is everything-I believe I am the 23rd-ranked devil in this quarter of the ethereal plane. But if you can prove I am the night-time janitor of a highschool in the Midwest of Earth’s United States, then I am so. If you can prove that devils do not exist, then I shall cease to.

Where are you? A reasonable question. You are in the parlor of my mistress’s mansion. She summoned you to this realm to band with others in a game of sorts. I, Mordeus, shall act as the judge and proctor of this event. But can you be so sure of what I have said? Perhaps you lay on a hospital bed in a comatose state, perhaps your government has manipulated your brain for national security concerns. Aliens may have abducted and are experimenting on you, or worse still this could be reality television.

Are you in the proper state of mind yet? You are a skeptic, and this is a battle of beliefs. Please, have a cup of tea and tell us about yourself:"

Bio Format:
What I call myself:
Who I claim to be:
Some of my beliefs:

"I ask you please be detailed. My mistress is displeased at guests who fail to describe themselves clearly. If she requests you to clarify, I beg you please do so or otherwise you will be asked to vacate the premises. This parlor is only so large, so please make your best effort to join us! Perhaps a more formal introduction will prove helpful:

[TragicAce]

What I call myself: Mordeus

What I claim to be: A devil and servant to my honored mistress. I am a butler talented in pastries and I fancy myself a wine connoisseur. I have served under my mistress for five years now, and am pleased to be known as her most valued attendant. Before working here I served numerous masters and have explored several business ventures. Back at Academy I was the head of the debate team, perhaps that is why the mistress choose me as proctor.

While I have lived seven human lifetimes, I appear as a middle-aged man of average build, dressed in a black suit and tie. My hair is silk black and held in a ponytail. I wear glasses as I am nearsighted.

Some of my beliefs:
Demonology-of course I believe in demons, as I am one. While unable to linger long in the material plane where humans and the sort exist, demons are numerous and diverse here on this plane. We are not necessarily ‘evil’, rather it is more a passing fancy then by our very nature. Perhaps it is that we lack a strong self-conscious of our actions are we seen as such…regardless, demons are often in service of powerful masters.

The Three Planes-those being the material, ethereal, and astral. These planes coexist and yet are entirely parallel of each other. The order goes as such: material -> ethereal -> astral. Members of a higher plan can conceive of lower planes and their members, but not the other way around. We are currently in the ethereal plane.

Alternate Reality-or rather, the belief against it. To think that each decision made by each individual creates another reality makes for a number of realities that approaches infinity at a near instant rate. And the argument that only certain ‘critical’ decisions create these realities, under whose definition of ‘critical’ is used? This is simply arbitrary and foolish."

[TragicAce]

"Let us detail the rules of the game:
There will be two teams.
The topic of debate will be chosen by the proctor.
The proctor will judge the winning team by the arguments of both.
Players must post in the following format:

Defense(#07):
Attack(#08):
Questions to the Proctor:

Where ‘#07’ refers to the number of the attack to which you are providing a defending argument. ‘#08’ is the identification number of the attack argument. You may do one, two, or all three of these things, and you may pose multiple defenses or questions. Creative arguments are always looked favorably upon.

There is but on last piece of our game you must understand. Throughout the debate, myself or my mistress will pose scenarios in which both sides must solidify an explanation. Players may ask for words to be spoken in red, and I shall either comply or deny such requests.

And with that, the explanation of the rules is finished. Let us enjoy our wait as the other guests arrive."

[TragicAce]

~Mordeus~

*ahem* “Well this is a tad embarrassing…a shame these snickerdoodles are to grow stale before even our first guest arrives. Mistress will not be pleased, of that I am certain. Perhaps I need recheck the summoning circle.”

“No, all seems to be in order. Shall I abide my time with a little light reading? Recent events in the Eternal Apostle Wars always make for good conversation starters, I find.”

[Aubs]

*walks into room* "Mordeus, where are the guests? I thought you said they would be arriving soon?" *stares over to Grandfather clock in the northern corner of the room*

"If I remember correctly, that was more than an hour ago, no?" *walks over to large seat centered in the middle of room* "My tea, please."

[Gafe]

"Oh, tea does sound like a lovely idea"

What I call myself: Roweena Vyrezavat

Who I claim to be: A sculptress of incomparable talent. A member of the ethereal plane, I fancy myself by remaining in the material one creating art none can compete against. I left my demon colleagues a good number of decades ago because I found them extremely tedious and uninteresting; try to take no offense, Mordeus. As you can probably guess, I'm an exile by choice, living in remote areas few humans can venture into. But those that do *laugh* they get to admire my sculptures in ways they never would've guessed. I am my own boss and live by my own rules.

A proper lady never reveals her age: that's a saying humans have, which I find quite suitable. As you can see though, I appear to be in the early thirties of a homo sapiens sapiens female. My silky brown hair is tied up in a bun, while I wear a decent brown coat over orange trousers. I, of course, am always presentable and spotless. Except for my hands, which always have remainders of clay along their lines.

Some of my beliefs:
Human Stupidity - I swear I have never, for the life of me, seen something as utterly ridiculous and laughable as the way humans think they know lots of things. I pity them, the lost creatures. I've had more than my share of observing and conversing with the comical species, and am certain - as I am of few things - that they're nothing more than creative beings with a penchant to a superiority complex. They're also quite rudimentary when it comes to appreciating art. Barbarous.

The Nine Guardians - Come now, who hasn't heard of the Nine Guardians? The diverse monsters that share one sole similarity: standing guard to the most terrible objects to be found in the Three Planes. They protect holy valuables created in the depths of wisdom and corruption. While I'm not entirely sure of what these objects are (though I would bet on the Holy Grail), or if they're still there, I believe these Guardians remain in their positions, for if their purpose was lost, they'd run rampant and turn air to ashes.

The Law of Conservation of Energy - is something I fervently do not believe in. This goes quite well with my first belief too, and it's the dumbest idea humans have ever had out of all they've conceived. I'm a prime example of such, my sculptures are too. But... if you believe in this atrocity, you just won't take my word for it, I'm sure. I suppose you'd have to see me at work then.