The Prince of Demons was versed in Dark Speech, the language of ancient evil deities. He could appear as an aspect of himself to any of his deathpriests that perform the appropriate ritual. Orcus could not be harmed by non- magical weapons, highly resistant to the elements, nearly impervious to magic, and wholly immune to any magical or mundane charm or fear.
An unknown author from the Prime Material Plane. Only when the Blood Lord drank the blood of the living did he feel satisfaction. Throughout his existence he has tasted among the finest delicacies originating from myriad worlds across the multiverse. His servants gathered food from across the planes of existence in the ongoing futile attempt to sate his cravings. While undead typically did not require food for sustenance, for much of his existence, Orcus had a gluttonous hunger that could never be satiated. Only when all was dead would existence finally know true peace. At least one theory linked these driving forces, postulating that Orcus sought to exterminate those he believed guilty of creating the very existence that he so despised. Yet other scholars maintained that Orcus truly hated the living, the mere presence of most driving him into a rage, that he saw their activities as crude, sense-raking noise, and that his ultimate goal was to spread undeath across the planes of the multiverse. He was believed to merely tolerate his hordes of once-living minions, considering them tools to strike out at his rivals, and that he even detested the mindless creatures. In spite of his close association with undeath, it was said by some that he held no true affinity for the undead. Several aspects of Orcus' personality were paradoxical. Interestingly enough, Orcus did appear to find some modicum of joy and appreciation in the misery he caused. Rather he was an exceedingly brilliant strategist, wholly consumed with inflicting agony upon those he despised.
Despite his all-consuming hatred towards existence itself, Orcus was not an aimless force of chaotic destruction. He cared for nothing save himself-not even his devotees and undead servants-and focused only on spreading the evil and agony that resided within him. Orcus was wholly misanthropic and self-absorbed with his hatred of all things a nihlistic and brooding being who sought to put an end to all hope. His wings stirred clouds of reeking, diseased air and his body was riddled with sores, suggesting he was alive, albeit sickly, while his skull-like head, nearly bereft of flesh, and the glowing red eyes within hinted he was undead. įoul and hideous, Orcus seemed to walk the line between life and undeath. His physique was marked by bestial features: the horned, dessicated head of a ram, thick-furred legs and cloven hooves of a goat, massive, black wings of a bat, a great maw filled with tusks, and a long, thick, constantly moving tail, poison-tipped and covered in spines. His frame was immense, a twisted fusion of corpulence, muscle and rot-bloated flesh. Orcus was the very picture of demonic, an imposing figure of vaguely humanoid form standing some 15 ft (4.6 m) to 20 ft (6.1 m) tall. The Prince of Undeath in all his majesty.
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