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D F Angel

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March of Darkness

"Oh pish-posh Brodus, he'll be back," Soahc said to the disgraced knight who was lamenting the sudden disappearance of the bard. "It takes nothing short of demonic intervention to shut up these singing types." Looking sideways, he realised that the bard had indeed been attacked by a demon- the mechanical demon that was Spirry. "Whoops! Never mind then."

Cackling, he continued his merry walk, listening to the talk around him. "I'm sure 'taking advantage' is always a part of your modus operandi, firefiend," said Soahc, sticking a friendly tongue out in her direction.

"I'm with Sileo, talking is boring. Where's the action? Where's the bloodshed? Where's my PONIES!" The last word he yelled out, his hands either side to his mouth casting a curse to magically amplify his voice. If there was one thing to know about centaurs, it was that they utterly detested being referred to as ponies.

As Ubaid gave his submissive prattles, Soahc waved him off. "Yes, good good. Go plot at the back. Do keep this though," he fashioned a telescope from nowhere and handed it over to the embalmed ghost. "I mean, I'm not sure if you have eyes, but the gesture's nice. Some sights are worth seeing, Nektekhat."

As Ubaid slinked away, Raspur let off a, "Best get these f***ing s***bearded ****** off their herpes-infested ***** before these centaurs f*** our corpses to Hell and back," and so too disappeared, allegedly to prepare the mercenary ranks, though in truth he was keeping close to the corpse lord on the chance his crystal was requested.

"It's such a shame," lamented Soahc. "In another life, Raspur might have been a poet."

In the distance, a great rumbling could be heard, and a dust-cloud was heralding the approach of their foes. They were still a long way off, but closing fast. Around them was miles of grassland, nowhere to hide, no advantageous position to take. Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

13-Jul-2016 17:16:56

D F Angel

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"Hmm, I wonder if they're friendly," pondered Soahc as on the wind was carried the noise of the herd's war cries. "Well, I suppose now's the time to lay down our arms and send a diplomatic envoy to negotiate our terms of surrender..." Rummaging in his pocket, he pulled out a two-handed sword, which he held aloft in a single hand.

"Prepare the spawn," Cold Ethyl snapped at her sisters, who quickly fled to obey. She herself was starting to twitch slightly as strands of magic sparked off her being, powering her core, waiting for the enemy to fall upon us.

The Demigod of Chaos was meanwhile angling his sword so that the sun's light reflected off of it, pointing it in the direction of the charging herd. "When they get close enough, this is really going to bother them," he confided in his elites. "I think it's safe to assume we won't be inviting the centaurs around for brunch. Let's kill 'em, eh?"

Soahc's "Let's kill 'em" was the closest the satirical deity could come to saying, "prepare for battle." The centaurs were not yet close enough to engage, giving the demigod's associates some time to make preparations, should they need any.

Hunt For Spirry

A soldier screamed out in horror as he was speared through the stomach by the Newborn's tossed weaponry, falling backwards and clutching where the spear had cut its way through his armour, blood seeping out, slowed by the pressure of the armour against his skin but otherwise incapacitated. Without medical attention, there was no doubt he would die soon.

Martha charged out with sword, but then a fountain, a volley, a projectile of blood was sent at her. She froze as it splattered against her and on the floor, skidding to a halt only to find the ground beneath her without traction, her boots skating forwards with the blood and throwing the decan flat onto her back. Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

13-Jul-2016 17:17:07

D F Angel

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The blood demon was moving with a frightening pace and in an erratic manner. Blood was flung from its body when it turned, it followed it in its wake when it charged, and it poured out of its victims every time the Newborn skewered one on his horns, thrashing them about, charging them into the trees, ripping, biting, gnawing, killing, discarding.

The call of Kat was heralded by the shot she fired, and Martha heard. Go for the spine. She realised she had been staring, unmoving, at the slaughter of her troop. But the call rallied her back into action. Enrael had heard it too, and charged at the Newborn, wishing to seize its horns, but its chaotic charge lead to its wing cutting him through the eye, his arms slipping and his body becoming impregnated by Spirry's horns.

It was just the chance Martha needed, the chance that Enrael had given his life to secure. She rose, her sword in hand, coming from behind the beast, sword raised, swinging down-

And swinging upwards to meet her was the sword of Alania Clarke. They clattered as they crashed together- Martha had not even seen her there, so engrossed she was with the demon. She turned to look, saw Alania, saw the determination on her face, and could do nothing to stop when Alania planted a boot on her torso and sent her flying away from the demon.

"You fired the first shot!" She shouted in the general direction of Kat. "Don't you see? He's just protecting himself!" And with that, Alania put herself between Kat and the demon, obscuring her line of fire should she try to take another shot.

Og City

As the freed prisoner gave no response, Karstone simply shrugged and ushered him to the back of the group, on the off-chance he should reanimate. He was more interested in this dwarf, truth be told, who was silently lurking at their fringes. He cut an imposing sight, yet remained silent. It was curious, and Karstone did not like curious. He liked plain, old ordinary. Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

13-Jul-2016 17:17:16

D F Angel

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"I'm afraid cannibalism doesn't agree with me," Timruviel confided in Ryle, crinkling his nose up in repulsion as the old corpse breathed his horrific rot at the elf. "I've dabbled, as I have in all things. Perhaps heroism will be my next dabbling****?" His cat-like smile returned, though like before his eyes did not seem very amused at all.

Knowing that the concept that he had grown a conscience wouldn't sell with the corsair, Timruviel decided to elaborate as to the reasons for his recruitment. "Vengeance," he whispered, ever so softly. "There is no creature more detestable than the elf, wouldn't you agree? Pretentious, affluent, fiddlers in matters not concerning to them. They puppeteer lesser races whilst acting above the rabble. At the least, I am honest with my interference. Educating ogres to acclimatise to magic? What being has such patience and persistence, other than an elf? Once proof is secured, I will gladly genocide the lot of them."

Karstone cast a look over his shoulder, unnerved by how easily Timruviel could talk about the extermination of his own race, at how transparent he could be. Then again, he was engaged in conversation with a rotting flesh-eater, a slaver and by far the most twisted man Karstone had ever come across. He knew these two were evil, irredeemably so, yet these were the people he'd been placed with. His only hope for normality was in the dwarf, clearly.

"Don' talk much, eh?" He said to the dwarf with a friendly chuckle. "So... You '**pen t' dabble in cannibalism, inbreeding, genocide or the like?" He tried to pass off the tone as conversational, though obviously Karstone was simply sizing up whether there was anyone worth keeping alive in this group he was unfortunately finding himself a part of. Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

13-Jul-2016 17:17:22

D F Angel

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Rage of a Lone Knight

"Yeah, we know where you're from," said Captain X amicably. "Hard to miss the snivelling coward of a priest you had with you. If it were up to me I'd have gutted you for aiding slavers, but I'm not the captain of this voyage, so to speak."

Though the two were clearly at odds- the captain had just seized Sir Charles on the road and was now escorting him to enemy headquarters, having just witnessed him being allied with the same Empire that had taken her from her home in the first place, Captain X kept a friendly air about her. Whether it was false, or simply her nature, was up for interpretation.

When Sir Charles mentioned anything successful happening since coming north, Captain X began to wonder aloud. "Well, lessee... Came north to sink that blasted Emeraldian, but he managed to slip away around Haydrea. Decided I'd come here instead; heard the Empire was getting involved. Shipwrecked north of Ogrin by their mages, and their Gorgon offered me the compensation of not killing me. Now I'm stuck with a whale and a rat, hoping I'll do something worthwhile here before I die. So no, you can say nothing's gone well for me, either."

She flashed the knight a grin. Behind, Big Bertha was frowning.

" There's no whale here, " she announced, confused. " Unless... Unless you mean Big Bertha? " Her tone immediately turned to fury, so instantaneous that it was frightening to behold.

"Heavens no! I'd have to be an idiot to insult you! I was talking about the Gorgon, truly." Of course she wasn't, but Big Bertha accepted the fact regardless, nodding once as though she had just beaten the captain in a battle of wits.

Turning back to Sir Charles, Captain X continued. "As for what they're doing, I'm not much of a mage. They aren't either, far as I can tell. Real simple stuff, they've just got lots of it. Fire and earth and wind and thunder. Think its the big bones, more magic to store." Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

13-Jul-2016 17:17:35

D F Angel

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Evidently, Captain X was not up to date on any sort of magical theory.

"This demon of yours ain't theirs. Have you met an ogre? Imagine one trying to draw out a pentagram. Heard they've tried a few times, and every time they've been devoured. Not seen any necros, but I hear they've got them somewhere. They really like earth spells, think it makes them feel powerful like the shamans. Anyway, best keep a tight lip for a bit, wouldn't want them thinking we're talking treason."

Their wanderings, (which bypassed the forest that Sir Charles was in earlier entirely- clearly Captain X had taken on board the suggestion that this was not a location one wanted to enter lightly,) had eventually lead them to a settlement that could only be the mass dwelling place of the ogres, the capital of Ogrin.

It was like a battleground. The floor was charred, scarred, cracked, blistered and blasted. Great rock towers sprung up here and there, and twisted trees and vegetation grew out at inexplicable angles. The mages of Ogrin had clearly discovered the secret to creating eternal flame, but hadn't had the foresight to not use the spell frivolously- fires of varying sizes flickered here and there, some placed on outcroppings to be used as torches, others placed randomly in the middle of streets, forcing them to change their pathway. Eighty feet above, a tornado twisted in the sky. The ogres had not figured out a way to get rid of it, so had simply placed it upwards and out of the way.

"Welcome to Greater Ogrin ," the captain told Sir Charles, arms open wide to gesture the place. The ogres here carried crude staves, or pieces of wood put together to make it look like a spell-book. They wore long cloaks of any beasts they could find, to imitate wizard's robes. There were none of the taller, fatter, greener ogre shamans here- they had been overthrown, for now all of the ogres of Ogrin could use magic. Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

13-Jul-2016 17:17:44

D F Angel

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"This used to just be Ogrin," said the captain conversationally as they waded through a knee-deep stream that existed in the space between two houses, "Then the Og ogres called their capital the Great City of Og. Not to be one-upped, the Gorgon changed the name of this place to Greater Ogrin. Greater than Og, see?"

Whether the captain was entertained by this or thought it was the stupidest thing she had ever heard was open to interpretation. She was so easy with her speech that really it was hard to decipher her opinion on anything, almost as though she were constantly putting on an act- or acted like she was putting on an act.

The building they were heading to was clear as day. The ogres had tried fashioning themselves a wizard's tower, but hadn't mastered the art of building straight up. It was wonky, leaning leftwards so much that great stone support-beams had to have been conjured beneath it to hold the roof up. Even if it had been built straight though, it still wouldn't have been that impressively tall, and when they entered, the building had no stairs, and was just one room with an extraordinarily high roof.

The leader of Ogrin sat upon a throne of water, which stayed frozen in place though clearly it had not turned to ice. He was on the taller end of ogre heights, nine feet at least, and his sealskin robes were interlaced with the scales of a mermaid, or perhaps several mermaids, vivid greens and oranges and blues and reds. His staff was enormous, and thick at the top and bottom- it was clear that the ogre felt a twin-headed staff was better than a regular staff.

"Gorgon the Gorgon," said Gorgon the Gorgon, introducing himself. On his shoulder was perched a buzzard, which seemed to be nattering at his ear. "You came, you will save us. Gorgon commands it! Save us, and me am making you high lord. Say no and you die." Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

13-Jul-2016 17:17:53

Laser Gunk

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"Harhar," Ryle muttered darkly. His eyes rolled wildly of their own accord in his head, and he patted Timruviel amicably upon the shoulder. "I do agree. Ain't yer wun o' 'em? Never complate killin' yourn own self?"

He chuckled, rather warmly, which indicated that it was less of a dig and more of a joke.

"'Opefully we kin all git rich outta this sojourn, an' no body 'as to end up a cole body, har harrharr. But aye. Elves haf ev'ry bone o' contempt in my ole body 'tis sure. Snivellin' upstart whelp o' venturers aswull. I'll string each an' e'ry wun o' 'em by their pigtails up fer crabmeat as per."

He shook his head, anger clearly expressing itself, in his rumbling jowls, murderous look, and spittle that climbed out from the embrace of his shark teeth.

"So wot do yer know 'bout this 'ole malarky, eh?" 'Oo are ya

13-Jul-2016 19:09:46

Azi Demonica

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March of Darkness

PONIES! Yes, quite a lot of them were coming, which snapped Mechanical out of his random wandering and pondering. Soahc wanted to just kill them.

“Yes, kill them.” Mechanical remarked, the hags scurrying to do their things, but Spirry did not care about that.

Bending low so that his claws were on the ground, Mechanical crawled forth into a sprint, jumped up, wings flapping violently, and off he went, taking flight. He was not too high, no more than twenty feet. Hearing the direction of the stampede, and unable to notice Soahc's angled blade reflecting light, flew across the sound of the incoming herd, and regurgitated blood as he did so.

Mechanical made a rather wide line of blood; how he managed to produce so much blood was quite amusing, but the hot, steaming, bodily fluid did make the ground slippery. Mixed with the grass, now being wet, perhaps some hooves would slip *' slide. The hot blood also let off quite a strong smell.

Mechanical would continue gushing blood across the path of the approaching centaurs. The machinery in him sizzled his flesh and blood away, smoking strongly now, smelling like roasting flesh and blood. Not that leaking blood everywhere was lethal, but with some chance, the grotesque sight would at least cause a moment's hesitation.

Curiously enough, the blood that had gushed down upon the ground began rippling, growing a narrow ridge of flesh along itself, and little poky bones began sticking out, growing into bony caltrops of sorts. Perhaps it'd do something, or just get crushed under the hooves.

13-Jul-2016 20:35:14

Azi Demonica

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Hunt for Spirry

Amidst Spirry's chaotic wake, he had thrown a soldier's spear back at him, gored two or so people, rammed people into trees, caused the Decan to slip and fall, flicked wings into Enrael's eyes, but also had attacked trees and boulders, and so caused much damage unto himself.

Surprisingly, Alania blocked Martha's swung sword, then push-kicked her away, and ran between Kat and the demon. Having heard something, Spirry spun around, going on all fours like a cat ready to pounce, and paused. How his bones stuck out from beneath his flesh, how his fingers and wings twitched, suggested he had broken many joints, looking like a piece of broken furniture still within the confines of fabric.

The Newborn had probably gave a few mortal wounds and injured others, his attacks having seemingly conquered armour of some kind. Although he did not look like the strongest creature around, being able to lift and even fly with an ogre in his hands, well, suggested he was physically powerful. There must have been something in him, for mass and muscle alone was not enough. His body must be also empowered by psychokinesis, which aided in everything he did.

Body popping, cracking, bleeding, and shifting, Spirry began regenerating. Curiously enough, the soldiers he had injured, even the ones given mortal wounds, if they were still alive, also began regenerating similarly to Spirry's body. The bloody, fleshy environment sparked to life, the hearts, lungs, intestines, and livers growing out of the plants now working away so strongly some of them ruptured. Chunks of flesh growing out of the trees stretched before eyes, tendons and bones sticking out.

“Ahh, good, my powers must be coming back to their potential; my other self must also be using the sorcerery of flesh, and so all flesh bursts with activity.” Newborn said, relaxing, jaw shifting side to side and blood leaking out his mouth as he spoke. ''Witness, the re-resurrection.''

13-Jul-2016 20:47:44 - Last edited on 13-Jul-2016 22:22:13 by Azi Demonica

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