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Azi Demonica

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Hunt for Spirry

Alania introduced Spirry to Henry, and vice versa; Spirry nodded. Although his mentioning of his other self being real put some doubt into Alania, her initial thoughts of it were partly true. Mechanical was indeed more evil than the Newborn, and the Newborn, being unfinished, could potentially regenerate toward a different path. After the gunshot, Alania said she wanted to continue her quest, but was rather interrupted when Martha shouted her battlecry, referring to an ancient empire long-gone, and at that, the ambush began. Perhaps he said something wrong?

Two soldiers threw their spears from above, one hitting Spirry in the left shoulder and poking through, the other arching towards his face, but he tilted his head and deflected the spear with a horn, altering its path midair; it glanced off his horn and landed somewhere. Martha threw her own spear, which went into Spirry's torso, spearhead poking out his back. The soldiers charged zealously, eager to destroy the meaty demon.

“Ah, good, a fight.” Spirry remarked while tilting his head, not making much of a reaction to the two spears in him.

Not knowing what Alania or her friend did, Spirry quickly grabbed the spear through his shoulder, ripping it out of his sternum and then throwing it at the soldiers, not knowing if he'd hit anything, but he left the spear in his chest alone for now. Immediately, he stepped in front of Alania, even curving his wing to somewhat shield her, and then he regurgitated blood like a fountain at Martha's direction, not only to unnerve her, but also to make the rather fleshy ground wet with blood, so that possibly someone would slip in it.

12-Jul-2016 04:37:06

Azi Demonica

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After releasing a load of blood, the Newborn went on all fours, opening and closing his jaws so that the upper and lower teeth clicked against one another, and then he crawled forth very quickly, moving in sudden rapid twists and weird gaits, so fast that his own bones were popping and cracking continuously.

While he crawled so fast his own body was loosening and dislocating, Spirry was goring with his horns upwards repeatedly, like a bull, to try and lift soldiers off their feet and into the air. If he met with anything that moved, he would start snapping his jaws while regurgitating blood with every exhale, and he would be slashing his claws and talons to and fro recklessly and wildly, also whipping his tail to try and strike legs, and flick his wings into the faces of foes, if he could.

The Newborn would utilize all his body parts as weapons, even against armour, even sometimes attacking trees upon mistaking them for enemy soldiers, striking with such force he would be disjointing his limbs, breaking his knuckles, and as his body loosened up, would look like a floppy thing whipping itself madly.

The sight would be quite grotesque and splashing with the demon's own blood; Spirry fought as if to destroy himself as much as his enemy, but being blind and reckless, who knows what success he would have? For now, he was basically acting like a creaking windmill of self-damage flicking blood out its sails while attacking trees, bushes, logs, boulders, and, if lucky enough, soldiers, most certainly leaving his own blood splashed everywhere. He was simply out of control.

12-Jul-2016 04:37:34

Inferi

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Battle Upon Desecrated Ground

Not only did the demon continue to do whatever it was doing, it seemed to be affected not at all by her weapon. Actually, that wasn't entirely accurate; her bullet struck exactly where Kat wanted it to, and the effect was noticeable, but the demon did not seem to notice that it had been hit.

For a moment, she was shocked, but she did not waste the time staring in horror. One part of her mind might have, but the part that was in control now, the huntress, was instead observing Spirry for the effect that her attack had made. Even though he did not react in any way, that was telling in itself, the way that he did not react giving her knowledge about the creature that she was facing. The sound of her gunshot did not seem to draw his attention, although it was clear that he could hear in some capacity, so she had to surmise that such things were normal for him to hear. He did not appear to notice the injury at all, and because of that she could surmise that he was not feeling it. No creature could get a bullet in their skull and ignore it like he just had unless they could not feel it.

However, despite the fact that he would be unaffected by any injury that only injured the flesh - which she noted was regrowing itself, meaning it would be incredibly difficult to destroy him in a conventional manner - it did not seem that the bones acted in the same manner. If they had time with which to figure out how to take this being apart, then they could emerge victorious. It wouldn't be easy even then, espescially since none of them could draw on divine energy, but perhaps there was a glimmer of hope.

Sliding another bullet back into the chamber, Kat aimed again, although was momentarily delayed by the attack by Martha and the soldiers and the subsequent reaction by Spirry. Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

12-Jul-2016 15:48:25

Inferi

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She had to take aim again, to make sure she was accounting for the thrashings of the demon and the movements of the soldiers, but she was an excellent shot and would find it quite difficult to miss something that had a fairly predictable movement.

Once again, she fired the weapon, this time at the spine of the demon as the distinctive crack once again echoing across the field. As she reloaded once again, Kat shouted, "

Go for the spine, Captain! The flesh will just regrow!

"

Even after all this time, she still saw her commander as the Captain of her ship, and automatically went to that as what she called out. It was unconscious, enough so that she had no idea she even did it. She just hoped that everyone would hear her over the chaos, and that they would have the discipline to listen and the ability to act on what she was saying.

And as she reloaded, Kat added one more thing, this one quietly enough that nobody else would be able to hear except perhaps the one being she wanted to hear it. It was a bit uncommon for her to do such a thing, but this situation seemed to warrant it.

"

Tyrrus, please grant me the strength to defeat this abomination.

" Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

12-Jul-2016 15:49:09

Laser Gunk

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Ryle grinned sardonically, this time hearing Timruviel loud and clear. Whilst he bared his teeth he looked the dandy up and down.

“At yore service, me *earty,” the corsair shot back. “O’ course, I never ‘eard o’ yer. Yore warrant is a fine wun. ‘Ave yer ever eaten a man?”

He leant in a bit closer to Timruviel, and breathed the scent of his own rotting flesh, and never cleaned teeth, save for his habitual mouthwash of vodka, on to him, with the most minute widening of his grin.

“But aye, I am gittin’ on a bit, messmate. ‘Tain’t a secret. Ter join our, this, wotever venture are yer? Fer wot exactly? Wot stake ‘ave yer in it?” He leant back and frowned rather earnestly. “I’m ‘ere fer my business. ‘Ave I ter stick my nose in an’ protect it I will.”

At that point, Karstone passed, and issued his ultimatum.

Accompany the grandpa for the promise of action and perhaps the better prospects of slavery for his comrades, or lounge around the ogre settlement getting drunk.

It was a tough sell, but he opted to follow Karstone out of the Big Fat’s chamber, smacking Timruviel on the arse as he turned to do so.

Their party was beginning to look promising, as they were joined by a well-armed dwarf and a gimp. He nodded to the dwarf in greeting. 'Oo are ya

13-Jul-2016 16:43:22

D F Angel

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Myrkviðr

"Was that a pun I heard?" Croaked out an old crone, before her head was sliced from her body in one fell swoop. Etheldredda and Joric were among the hagspawn- Ethel bringing her orcish scimitar downwards to sever another's knee, elbowing the amputee away. The head of a spear crashed into her face, but her mask turned it away into a glancing blow, and Etheldredda hacked off the top of the spear.

Overhead, Zed's flaming spell stretched across the coven, surrounding the demon in flames. The blood began to boil as the wound cauterised under the intense heat, and writhing in horror the demon thrashed itself to freedom, as its bonds were burnt to a cinder- and it fell directly into the bonfire with a blood-curdling howl. Its body was a dark shadow in the centre of the flames, it stood, turned, fell, screamed again, and was no more.

The hags at the centre had yet to realise anything was amiss, so engrossed in their ritual. Rovaan's cursed arrow flew out, heading straight for the Great Mother, who was completely unaware of the danger, completely unprotected- and then a dark figure emerged to block the attack. The arrow embedded itself into the raised shield and exploded, shattering the device into a thousand pieces and blowing its wielder several feet back.

How he had managed to manoeuvre himself into that position without anyone knowing, how he had moved with such speed regardless of the heavy-set weight of his armour, why he had decided to take this action, none could tell, but sprawled on the ground was the prone body of Skullvulture.

The shawled head of the Great Mother, ancient and leathery and lined with wickedness, turned to the sound of the attack, and deduced at once the danger. She spoke in a whisper, yet the whisper stretched across the entirety of the coven with ease, clearly ensorcelled by the witch. Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

13-Jul-2016 17:15:59

D F Angel

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As one, they poured their full capacity into their magical bonfire, its flames turning a ethereal purple. The Great Mother at the helm, the only hagmother in history to ever muster the strength to summon the Hagfather for a second time. Her daughters, spawn of nightmares, calling upon their Unholy Father. And the hagspawn, the old crones and the half-elves, extensions of their parents' will, willing to do everything in their power to make certain this ritual would come to pass.

Besides the Great Mother, the hooded hagspawn attendant turned her hands to the sky and begun a chant of her own, and the sound of a thousand footfalls descended from the heavens, the scuttling sound of the advancement of an army of the most horrendous nature. Charging from the treetops, or else descending in one fluid movement on the end of a silky string of spider web, the giant arachnids bred by the hags emerged, beasts the size of bulls with the ferocity of an arachnophobe's worst nightmare. They landed behind Zed, Rovaan and Tempora, behind Joric and Etheldredda, they surrounded the entire coven and trapped the adventurers on the inside. Having been given the command, they were coming to feast.

With the introduction of the dwarf and the rebel hagspawn into their ranks, the hagspawn of the coven were beginning to swarm the two, thinning the ranks elsewhere and granting Annie passageway through their lines and into the coven itself. The half-dwarven hagspawn however, bearded and stout and hideous to look upon, with their maces and mauls and flails, still stood guard over the slave pits, loyal to their parents' command. They would not be so easily distracted, nor would Annie be able to simply slip by them. Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

13-Jul-2016 17:16:10

D F Angel

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At the edge of it all was Tempora Sage, frowning deeply. "So, this is what became of Baba Dochia's ilk," he sounded pitying, disappointed. He turned away from the Great Mother and her enchantments, instead focusing on the oncoming wave of chitin and thoraxes, the legs beyond measure and the clicking chatter of hunger that was seeking to feast upon them.

"I can buy you time," he told Zed and Rovaan, the two nearest to him. "See that the mission is done." With that he raised his staff, and began marching into the arachnid horde.

Siera's Plight

"You lost your voice by absorbing demons to kill a god that doesn't exist," surmised the retired dwarven general sceptically, giving Siera a once-over to look for any signs of his leg being pulled, before cracking out into a broad smile.

"Hah! It's as fine a tale as I've ever heard. You should put it into song! There's no tale so undeserving as to be forgotten forever. Yes, it's completely unbelievable- but all the best stories are. I have lived a long life Siera, and it has taught me above all that the more nonsensical a retelling is, the more truth there is to it. I only wish that I had been there myself, to help you in your quest."

There was a touch of melancholy in his voice, but the smile remained on his face nonetheless. "Messing with gods... Yes, now that can make you question everything you thought you knew," the smile was fading now, a long-passed darkness creeping its way back to the forefront of Thorek's memory. "If Janus can rewrite time, then why does evil still plague this world? In my youth, I thought he was amoral. With this information though... I admit, I do not know what to think. I never was much of a thinker though, I had the warrior's blood."

His voice trailed off, and shaking his head he returned to Siera's writings so that they may continue the conversation, and he read (with even more of a sceptical eye,) Siera's assertions that she wasn't in love with this mystery suitor. Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

13-Jul-2016 17:16:19

D F Angel

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But instead of talking straight away, he instead reached into his pocket and removed an embroidered, lilac handkerchief, passing it along to Siera and patting her affectionately on the shoulder. "There, there, child," he said soothingly, in an almost grandfatherly way, a frown deepening on his face until he nodded to himself, decided.

"Taken, you say? By whom? At any rate, we cannot simply allow your only real friend to suffer from such a fate. Your words have moved me, Siera of the Harp. Tell me the name of your friend, so I know whom it is that I shall be rescuing."

Judy's Respite

Cadmus Lenian did not need telling twice- as soon as Judy signalled they were to go, off they went. He did not know who this Annie was, or what it meant to be an Avatar of Arran, but if it was information that Soahc the Deceiver might want, then Cadmus was quite interested in it himself, and made sure to make a mental note of this Annie.

The two made their way to the river Elopa, and following it downstream ended up at the docks of Hamstead. There were few guards around; clearly they had assumed the adventurers wouldn't be sticking around. The docks were nearly full, boats tied up, none of them seeming to set sail. Cadmus approached one of the boatmen.

"Two, to Darkreach," he told the sailor.

"Ain' no way I'm sailing down that there way," responded the sailor in his annoying, floppy sailor's hat. "Hags, my boy. Haven't you heard? The hags are afoot, summoning some great beast. You won't get no passage down there from-"

Lifting a hand, Cadmus sent a rush of wind at the seafarer, throwing him into the river. Removing his scimitar to slice the ropes that kept the small boat ashore, the blond man stepped aboard the ship, turning back and offering Judy a hand. "Shall we?" He asked with a smirk. Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

13-Jul-2016 17:16:35

D F Angel

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Slayer of Azul

" I am the Avatar of Arran," said Breymaire the Conciliator, the blond centaur with the beard and dreadlocks, and the warflag of Arran himself draped across his torso like a half-cape. "Or more accurately, I am the second being to carry this moniker. I have been blessed with great purpose; to unite the disparate peoples of this world for the war to come."

"So long as he wins more herds to my cause, he can continue preaching his faith," said the masked Zarleigh. Some in the centaur crowd seemed somewhat displeased with the religious aspects of Breymaire, though kept their silence. "Human settlements are easily overrun, we centaurs know the way of that. Breymaire will send word to the other herds, let them know of this coming threat."

"You still plan on facing the enemy head on, then," Breymaire stated, staring at his female leader. "If you fail..."

"Then we'll know a female stallion was a stupid idea after all," Zarleigh finished with mirth, turning back to Cirion and Vianna, the latter of which was staying silently critical of this entire affair. "My people will not suffer you to ride on their backs. I advise you follow Breymaire, as you will not be able to keep up with our herd at full speed. Well met, elf."

With that, Zarleigh trotted away, and the group parted to let her pass. Her trot turned into a canter, and her canter into a sprint, and following her were her husband and father, and behind them the gelded honour guard of defeated stallions, and after them came the full force of the centaur herd, whinnying and calling and shouting and chanting as they rode south to war. Left behind was Cirion, Vianna and the centaur Breymaire, who was looking sorrowfully at the departing herd, his herd.

"Stubbornness is the worst vice of the centaurs," Breymaire confided in the two. "There goes my best chance of unifying the one thousand and one clans. Fate laughs at us all." Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

13-Jul-2016 17:16:45

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