herold-of-thaumaturgy

[herold-of-thaumaturgy]

Aren’t I handsome.

Crusty old man

[herold-of-thaumaturgy]

What happened to your player? Alex I believe it called itself Alex...?

Herold's expression sours at this. Something glitters in his eyes, an exceptional swell of hatred in an already contemptuous man.

"Alex..." Herold mutters. He clenches his fist, taking a sharp breath before composing himself. "The... high court did not approve of my project, at first. Figured it was a waste of resources, a danger at worst. Then they came to their senses... If only for a moment. My research was given funding, and I was allowed to conduct the experiments necessary on Al-- The specimen in order to find out more about player anatomy. Then... Then they found another one. They could communicate, long distance, in a rudimentary sort of way. Remarkable."

He pauses. He has a very grim expression, his eyebrows are screwed up. Herold almost looks like he might start weeping.

"This was considered dangerous. A security risk. So...The specimen was... was, eh, confiscated from me."

...

"They stole it from me. It was MINE. And they stole MY property. Alex was doing well. It was disciplined, it was beginning to respond to my tests. Alex talked to me. It didn't talk to anyone else. It talked to ME. I was special. But they took it. And now it's GONE!"

Herold yells, his tone getting increasingly hysterical. His hands tremble and his eyes are wild, he's clearly quite frazzled. He shrinks back and shuts up, organizing something on his table. He's clearly done talking.

#ask #sorra456

[herold-of-thaumaturgy]

GILF.

“You’ve lost anaesthetic privileges.”

#ask #k1zh

[herold-of-thaumaturgy]

What's your favourite thing to eat? Are you more of the 'timely lavish meals' or the 'sporadic snacks throughout the day' guy?

“I have cod and pignuts for breakfast, and smoked rabbit with pumpkin seeds for dinner. I have small bites between those meals… Mostly things I can nibble on in the laboratory. I try to eat things I can store for a while. I don’t want to have to wait around for the chef vindicators every time I’m hungry. They always muck it up. They have the culinary delicacy of a ravager. You could ask them to make you gruel and beer and they’d serve you some unknown substance scraped from a dead man’s gut. They seem to think dipping things in oil or flour makes it taste good.” Herold scoffs. “For a dog, maybe.”

#ask #anonymous

[herold-of-thaumaturgy]

Is there a lot of infighting within Illager mansions? Violent lot, in the most respectable way. How have your experiences been growing up in such an environment?

“Oh, plenty. Always a fight, a feud, even a death, at times. The lower classes are always fighting, Vindicators and Pillagers being the natural brutes they are. Though, higher classes to prefer a bit of… Class, subtlety, if you can call it that. Particularly with the High Evokers. Mostly poisonings or quiet ambushes.”

“Little to do with me, I have far better things to do than to meddle with those plebeians. The Conciliator and The General have an ongoing feud at the moment… Conrad has been meddling with the old drunkard’s newest lover, so I hear. Not the first time. The General holds himself too highly. A few raids won and suddenly he thinks he’s the pick of the crop.” Herold rolls his eyes. He clearly hates all of them.

“Not that I wouldn’t pay to see that foppish man-slut get an axe between his eyes. The Conciliator is an embarrassing stain on my father’s lineage.”

#ooc: Herold likes to pretend he’s above all that but he always seems to know all of the gossip #you ain’t slick old man #ask #anonymous

[herold-of-thaumaturgy]

Ever heard of Herobrine, Herold?

I know it's probably widely seen as merely a ghost-story to be told to misbehaving children. A scary campfire tale.

But with your fascinations to Players, you probably looked into it just a bit, no? Herobrine seems oddly tied to Players, even closely resembling one of the defaults.

Opinion? Thoughts?

“Ah, yes, yes. I have heard of Herobrine. It is a pest to find any decent information on the matter, considering the amount of hearsay. Not to mention I am already a laughingstock, so if the rest of the mansion found out I was fixated on what could very well be a fairy tale, they’d probably banish me from the sheer hilarity of it.” He scowls.

“I would be lying if I said I wasn’t dubious of its origins, but if it were real, I would love to study it. I suspect it may be some kind of deformed player… Came out wrong, however that might occur.”

He stops to think for a moment. “Or perhaps it could be something else, merely mimicking a player… Hmm…”

#ask #anonymous

[herold-of-thaumaturgy]

As an Evoker [or ex-Evoker(?)] do you have any personal vexes?

Are there certain Vexes you call forth, like named ones, personal ones, or are they just temporary spirit allies without individuality?

“I am more inclined toward maw spells. I find vexes to be annoying and troublesome. I keep a few at ready, just in case, but they are most perfidious. Get too lax with the little imps and they will quickly disobey their master. Hmm… Understandable, given their nature.”

“I have not named mine. I don’t think they are worthy of a name. Too many Evokers get attached to their vex. Pfft… Childish! They are not pets, they’re tools!”

#ask #anonymous

[herold-of-thaumaturgy]

Herold, have you ever met a human before?

“Ah…” His eyes narrow in reminiscence, and his mouth curls into a thin, nasty smile. “Once.”

#ask #anonymous

[herold-of-thaumaturgy]

Have you ever considered taking in an apprentice or like-minded assistant? Has anyone ever come up to you to follow suit with your practices?

Or would you simply find that too distupting and distracting, to have another hover over your work?

”I have accepted a few students and apprentices throughout my career. Well, only if I deem them suitable. Not everyone is on my level, so to speak. Unfortunately, they don't often last long. Either they succumb to my more dangerous subjects, or their incompetence hinders me, and I must remove them from my laboratory.” “I have had a few successes under my guidance. One in particular…His name started with a F, I forget. I liked him — Mad, freakish little man, constantly giggling, but charming in his own way. Fond of mutation…Always rambling about his magnum opus, ‘The Ragno’ he called it. Something about a part villager, part spider. Ah, he’s gone now. Banished from the mansion by the higher-ups. I suppose he was a bit much, even for my standards.” Herold chuckles.

“I suppose I could take another one in, if they pique my interest. But I won’t tolerate failure, or worse yet, disobedience.”

#/OOC illage and spillage reference here lol #I thought it would be funny if herold had tutored the freakager at some point #that guys so deranged even herry’s a little put off lol #ask #anonymous

[herold-of-thaumaturgy]

What is your opinion on the other breed? Villagers. You are so alike, but so different in culture. Do you respect those that hide behind walls and thrive, hate them with your soul or simply not pay them any mind like worms digging their way into dirt? What's your thought process when examining the Villager kind?

“They are below me. Villagers are meek, stupid-minded creatures, that breed like rabbits and make no interesting impact on the world themselves. I don’t hate them as strongly as some of my brethren do, but they will never hold a candle to the superior class. Some illagerkind say we must eliminate them, but I say: Let them do their little jobs, and say their little prayers, and when we need to, we… Exterminate a village, here and there. Take the live ones we would like, whether for noble causes, like experimentation and labour, or if you’re a certain kind of person, personal entertainment,” He screws his face up in disgust, “and kill the ones we need the experience from.”

“I simply think they’re too simple to pose any considerable threat to us. Our might and intelligence suffocates their primitivism.”

#/ooc sorry for the Minecraft Racism illagers are pros at it #ask #anonymous

[herold-of-thaumaturgy]

What were the most interesting findings in your studies? Found a weird organ or a hidden feature of a certain mob? Noted down oddities?

What's the most memorable finding you've come across?

“Any discovery is interesting to me, for any creature is interesting to me — Even some benign pest, like a silverfish or a villager. That being said, I will say my research on sculk has proved most enriching of all of them (excluding players, of course). Ah, but to only speak of the sculk would not suffice. I want you to see it.”

He guides you to a room with a small enclosure in the middle. It’s lined with thick, sturdy obsidian — Clearly they don’t want this thing seeping out. More interestingly, it’s surrounded by a few layers of wool padding. The glass is covered with veins and fruiting bodies of the strange stuff, oozing and churning with the viscosity of molasses. It’s black as tar, and every so often, flickering, blueish light erupted under it’s membranous surface. Herold peers through the glass.

“A magnificent organism. A recent discovery, considering its remote living conditions. This mass you see is no plant, animal or fungi. It is in a realm of its own. It feeds on death… Well, souls to be specific.”

He turns back to you and grins. “Terribly dangerous. We must keep it in very controlled conditions, lest we want it to spread. Let it grow its organs, and you’ll get Sensors, and then Shriekers. We don’t want those, oh no. That’s how you get fifty dead men and half the damn outpost replaced. Hiring a carpenter that’s willing to creep around like a mouse digging mould that smells like sickly death out of rotting wood is terribly difficult.”

#ask #long post #sculk #anonymous

[herold-of-thaumaturgy]

Herold, how should we adress you? It seems odd calling you by name, as strangers nonetheless.

Do you have a title or a prefered way to be called? Sir? Doctor? Just Herold?

“Sir, doctor or Thaumaturge shall suffice. I do not take kindly to underlings ignoring my title, as they so often do, but alas, in the position I find myself in, i suppose I am used to the disrespect.” He scoffs and shakes his head.

#ask #anonymous

[herold-of-thaumaturgy]

Herold do you know what a milf is?

“…Yes, unfortunately. If one more person calls me a “GILF”, I am going to slit someone’s throat.”

#ask #hirahalloween

[herold-of-thaumaturgy]

Why did your family lose control of your mansion?

“When I was a young man, just starting a career for myself. Of course, I was such a prodigy that they kept me. Papa was getting old, Ma sick as well, so they killed them and cast off my brothers, save the youngest. Conrad the Conciliator. He’s a conciliator, alright.” Herold sneers. “That gigolo would bed any illager with an organ between their legs if it meant a bit of leverage and some emeralds. And better yet, that whore gets the favor of the head court, but not ME, a man of integrity. The shame of it! He’s currently romancing one of my ‘superiors’, Selma The Augurer.”

Herold grins, a nasty glint in his eye.

“Good luck with that, I say, little Connie. That woman will have her nut of a vindicator skin you if she catches you even glancing at another.”

#ask #sorra456 #herold’s an asshole

[herold-of-thaumaturgy]

Are you single by any chance? (Asking for a friend)

“I am. I, er, have never had such relations.”

He pauses, then makes a dismissive gesture. “Pah! I have no such time for such frivolities anyway.”

“I have never had any feelings for any man nor woman that has not been on my operating table. And even then, it is only a civilized amount of purely professional bloodlust.”

#ask #anon

[herold-of-thaumaturgy]

“Ah~….A player. How I have longed to dissect one of you.”

Herold The Thaumaturge, 56 years old, male. A renowned Evoker, doctor and scientist at the House of Siegmund in the western dark forest. A reclusive, sadistic and off-putting man, who is married to two masters: Science and the glorious empire.

He studies a variety of creatures, from the meek villager to the repulsive phantom, but his greatest wish is to get his hands on the most enigmatic creature of all: A player.

This is a character roleplay blog, run by @illwilledomen .

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