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Joric Ironfist

As the Hags swarmed around them, Joric put his back to Etheldredda's, to avoid taking a blow from behind even though he was confident his armor would protect him. His shield was like a brick wall, deflecting blow after blow, and what lucky hits make it through merely glanced off his armor while the dwarf merely chuckled. When he saw an opening, he would take it - his axe would swing out and a hagspawn would screech and fall to the ground, blood pouring from a fresh wound while Joric yelled out an axe-related pun, only for another hagspawn to step in and take her place.

Then he heard another noise - the sound of some strange, savage beasts. But due to his inferior height as well as the fact that he was surrounded by hags, he could not see what they actually were.

So instead, he continued fighting, his axe and armor drenched in hag blood.

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Cirion

"I once encountered a ten year old girl who called herself an Avatar of Arran." Cirion said, looking Breymaire directly in the eye after the herd had left. Then, he looked off in the direction that the centaurs had trotted off in. "Uniting one thousand and one clans is a grand, almost impossible task. It will not happen overnight, and you should not let one failed attempt set you back."

"Now then, we were told to follow you. Where to? And on the way, we should discuss this Avatar of Arran business..."

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Brodus

Brodus closed his eyes, as if he was pondering something, when in reality he was looking over his selection of minions. Although he still had a fair number to choose from, due to the fact that he rarely needed them unless he was vastly outnumbered, he did not like spending them frivolously.

(continued) Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

13-Jul-2016 20:50:33 - Last edited on 13-Jul-2016 20:50:46 by NotFishing

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Centaurs were like horses... so spears would be a good choice. With a wave of his sword, half a dozen spearmen appeared, wearing chainmail and carrying large round wooden shields. They took a defensive position in front of them. The last of his spearmen... but surely the centaurs would be worth it.

The centaurs themselves were still a good distance away, and it would be useful to pepper them with arrows before they arrived, even if it would not have a huge impact on the herd as a whole. So, he summoned half a dozen archers, wielding longbows and wearing hardened leather, to fire volleys over the heads of the spearmen.

Then he stepped in front of his minions, brandishing his sword and wearing a cruel smile on his face as six arrows flew over his head, followed by another six - his wights firing with speed and precision they would not have had when they were alive.

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Gorm

Gorm looked up at Karstone, and shook his head slightly to answer 'no' to both of his questions. Then he turned and looked directly at Timruviel, giving the elf a menacing stare beneath his helmet - whether it was because Timmy was an elf or because the dwarf disapproved of genicide would be unknown. Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

13-Jul-2016 21:01:55 - Last edited on 13-Jul-2016 21:05:26 by NotFishing

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Rovaan's cries of pain continued as he slammed a gauntleted fist into the ground, shattering all that laid beneath. His demonic aura burned and grew as it feasted and reacted to the dark magic in the air around him, and there was plenty of it. Soon, Rovaan's aura burned a deep blood read, the ends wriggling like tongues of flame as he stood and his cries of pain ceased.

With a mighty roar, Rovaan consumed his aura but absorbing it into his body. Slowly but surely Rovaan's form began to change into that of the demonic titan that fought Azul to a standstill. But this time he was clad in roughly forged, jagged demonic armor etched in demonic script. Beside him, sprouting from the ground itself was Rovaan's demonic blade Ahramkara in all its accursed glory.

''Thank you Tempora.'' said Rovaan with a nod of his demonic head as he turned to face the oncoming hagspawn. ''Now, let me see what you wretches can really do.''

Rovaan took his massive blade in hand and slowly waved the other over the blade's length lighting it aflame with unholy fire from Kal'sea itself. Satisfied, Rovaan let out a blood-chilling roar as he charged into the fray of on coming hagspawn. This time there was no stopping the half-breed war demon from slaying what stood in his path. Whatever did stand in his path had two choices, either be torn asunder by Rovaan's massive blade or jump to the side as Rovaan swung his blade through the crowd of hagspawn.

13-Jul-2016 23:34:09

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Annie1227

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Annie saw the chaos around her with the other of her teammates fighting the other hags from her hidding spot that was kinda close to the slave pit. She used the chaos to get really close to the slave pit. From her hiding spot, she saw the half-dwarven hagspawn still guarding the slave pit. She felt a little nervous from the sight of them but, she reminded herself that she had to be calm so, she can concentrate. She needed to figure out how to get past them. She finally decided to shoot vines at them hoping to tie them up and then shot rocks hoping to knock them out. If it worked she would rush at the pit and free the slaves.

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Judy and Cadmus got to the dock to get a boat to go to Darkreach. As Cadmus asked on of the sailor for a ride to darkreach, she looked out for the guards just in case they attack them. She saw Cadmus shot wind and pushed the sailor off the boat because he refuse to give them a ride to Darkreach. It made her laugh that the man fell into the water. She smiled as she gave her hand to Cadmus to help her to get on the boat,"Nice shot. Yes let's go." -Dances-

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Sir Charles

Talking to the ogres had served him well so far, but the knight decided to do as he was bid and hold his tongue. However, he did regard his captor with now-unmasked suspicion; if her ship had suffered such misfortune, then where was the rest of her crew?

As for her limited information on the ogres, the fact that they had tried was enough to damn them. His jaw clenched at the suggestion of Ogrin necromancers (the alternative was too disgusting to contemplate), and he nodded, slowly. If they truly did want his help, and this was not just some avian ploy to kill him off in as drawn-out and amusing way as possible, then he was going to have to try and make a few changes around here. Maybe asking the ogres to fall meekly in line with their Og brethren would be too much, but if he could gauge the strength of their heresies then cleaning up this mess might be a bit easier.

And then he saw their home, and he could not help but murmur under his breath, "What in hell..."

The two cities were far, far closer than he would have thought, and he wondered for a moment why the two sides had not already expended themselves on one another. That thought was completely overridden by the maelstrom raging overhead, the currents whipped up clawing at his threadbare cloak. The good captain's words fell on deaf ears as Charles was led through their bedevilled homestead, gawping at one self-inflicted ruin after another.

Og didn't even need to do anything. They just had to sit back and watch as the Ogrin blew themselves up.

As they approached the tower, where he would soon find Gorgon the Gorgon residing, Charles thought back to his last meeting with Karstone, at the tavern in the middle of nowhere. Charles had thought that they might not need to do anything, either; that this whole 'ogres developing' thing might be a good thing, that something wondrous was occurring. One look at these overgrown children was enough to banish such illusions. All seeing. All knowing. All scumbag.

15-Jul-2016 08:55:57

Loaned Shark

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The elemental forces of creation, cast about with such foolish abandon... He would be lying if he did not say that a chill ran through his bones at the sight. The demons and devils he had seen must take priority, of course, and such wanton chaos could serve his crusade if properly coached - or, more accurately, aimed in the demon's general direction while he found something solid to hide behind, for fear of being fried by accident. And the demons and devils were, of course, the priority.

An ogre could only kill you, however inventively, just like any other man. The threat posed by such hellspawn far outweighed these prosaic concerns. The demonic beguiled and misled, it offered its victims power and glory, preyed upon emotion and reason in equal measure until service to the darkest powers seemed a logical choice. The darkness took your soul, girded the shell of your body in whatever you asked for, and then sent the damned emissary forth in search of new victims to turn away from the light.

He blinked. Karstone's gruff voice drifted across his mind. "Ah'm not scared of no ogres marchin' south, we've been through worse than tha'. Ah'm scared of who would wanna march 'em south on us."

The demon he had been hunting had claimed to be growing back, growing stronger. The devil he had seen in his nightmares cajoling them towards the mountains, the mechanical apparitions, the insanity he saw before him... there was no doubt in his mind that he was still missing pieces of the puzzle, but what he could see before him was making far too much sense now. Karstone had been right, he must have been.

Spirry would have to wait. He approached the doors to the Gorgon's chamber, led here by a velvet glove at the behest of a foe, but he was here , at the beating heart of madness. Whatever puppetmaster was leading them around, it would have had to reveal itself most here, in tutoring these simpletons in how to kill themselves. All seeing. All knowing. All scumbag.

15-Jul-2016 09:00:38

Loaned Shark

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And he was going to take that blasted buzzard and throttle it until it told him exactly what was going on. That thing never did anything by itself...

Something in the atmosphere tickled his lungs, and as they approached the threshold Charles could not help but cough, slapping his spare hand to his mouth in time to avoid spraying red blood all over the floor. He kept the hand close to his chest, for all the good hiding his injury would do right now, as he beheld the Gorgon himself and heard his 'offer'. From what he had seen thus far, this was probably the most responsible use of sorcery in this entire forsaken city.

Charles glanced at the crimson in his palm, and slowly clenched his hand into a fist. " Serve me or die, " he summarised, all pretense of civility abandoned as he turned to glower at the captain, "Does calling it 'press-ganging' help you?"

Extracting his arm from the captain's grip, Charles waved the mancatcher away and stepped forward, mulling the 'offer' over. Clapping eyes on that hateful, treacherous bird fanned the flames burning behind his eyes, and now that he didn't have to pretend not to know what it was he fixed his gaze on the bird and the beast in equal measure. The bird knew he needed help; an Ogrin lordship, laughable as it sounded, would probably give him that. And all he needed to do was swallow his pride, forget about avenging Sir Anthony and Podge and all the rest (for now), and save the warlocks. A sound ploy.

"You have some nerve, buzzard," he called to the creature, "I'll say that for you." He spread his arms, swaggering closer and closer to the witch-king's throne. "You steal me away from a daemonhunt, you threaten my life, you stand in the way of God's holy will." He came to a halt, a scant few paces away from Gorgon himself. "You sent for Sir Charles, and I have been captured, and come. What do you need a human to save you from? And with that thing on your shoulder, why should I believe you?" All seeing. All knowing. All scumbag.

15-Jul-2016 09:02:04

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Zed

"Oh. That works." Zed muttered upon seeing his spell kill the demon, instead of freeing it. He thought a demon wouldn't die from merely being dropped into a bonfire. Oh well.

All hell had quickly broken loose, with Joric and Etheldredda charging the bulk of the hagspawn defenders while Rovaan attempted to quickly assassinate the Great Mother, only to be foiled by Skullvulture. In response, the Great Mother began a chant.

Innumerable arachnid clicks reverberated throughout the forest. Countless giant spiders descended from the treetops, pincers baying for blood. Zed nearly soiled himself.

As Tempora Sage moved to fend off the spider horde, Rovaan once again transformed into a titanic armored demon. Zed had not seen this form, as he had slept through the second battle against Azul. The mage had to step back to avoid getting caught by Rovaan's massive ground pound. "Glad you're a friend, Rovaan." The demonspawn gave him a much-needed renewal of courage.

Staying behind as Rovaan attacked the front, Zed looked at the hags in the center, still continuing their ritual. He had to stall them. Killing some of them might delay the Hagfather's conjuring. With that, he leveled his staff and let loose a burst of lightning at the wretched witches.

---- Ramsay Bolton is the king we deserve.

15-Jul-2016 19:22:57

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Sileo

About time. The centaurs would soon be in sight. Sileo had slain centaurs before, but only individually, not as one large herd. He knew they were skilled and highly mobile archers, but like horses, were weak against spears. However, unlike regular cavalry, they were much better at fighting in hand-to-hand combat against footsoldiers. Controlling one's own legs was much easier than controlling a separate beast.

Brodus seemed to have the right idea, summoning a line of undead spearmen as well as a troop of archers. Soahc himself was reflecting light off his sword, so as to hinder the herd's vision. A clever idea. Turning to Brodus, who was currently commanding his archers, the assassin said, "Brodus, have them aim for their lower halves. Most think otherwise, but horse flesh is more sensitive to pain than a man's, and if they have shields, they won't cover their legs."

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Henry

Things went south quickly.

Kat had shot the demon in the head, yet it ignored the blow completely. The Decan promptly attacked, but the men were clearly no match for the strength of the blood demon.

Henry stood firm as the contubernium threw themselves at the demon, only to be slaughtered. But when Alania checked Martha's blow, Henry immediately moved into action. Alania booted away the Decan and called for Kat to stand down, placing herself in the marksman's line of fire.

Hopefully, that would be enough of a distraction as Henry rushed through the foliage and threw himself on top of the brush underneath which Kat lay concealed. He heard where the shot came from, as well as the subsequent yell. He would try to wrestle Kat's weapon from her, and surely the mere attempt would prevent her from getting off another shot. Ramsay Bolton is the king we deserve.

15-Jul-2016 19:23:21 - Last edited on 15-Jul-2016 19:35:10 by Venom1383

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The Plains will Burn

“

Well of course. I need some way to get ahead.

” was the reply to Soahc, although her attention was focused a bit more on the current matter at hand. Up until this point, nothing but herself had been necessary, and although she wasn’t even sure that more would be now it seemed an opportune time to compare what she could have to the minions of everyone else. Her own powers might be beyond that of the other Elites, but they had small armies at their command as well, and even with the lack of skill such armies possessed they might be able to do something.

Making the first actual spellcasting motion of her March of Darkness career, Kira began drawing a symbol in fire in the air in front of her. Without any further prompting, the symbol mirrored itself on the ground, both on her left and on her right, flames burning noticeably through the grasses that were there. The fires did not seem to spread outside of the circles, though, so it was in no danger of burning near anyone else.

From within the circles came something that would actually be quite familiar to the group, albeit not the same element as it had been when they had encountered them the night before. What Kira was bringing to her were fire elementals, a pair of lesser ones. They were around the same height as a human, shared the basic humanoid form, and were made up of a molten body surrounded entirely by an aura of crackling flames.

Elementals weren’t something Kira used often, and she only wanted to here because the amount of grass rampaging creatures of flame would set on fire would be very amusing. She would be setting plenty on fire herself, of course, but it would work even better to have two more flame generators running through the middle of the centaur herd. They were lesser ones, too, and therefore fully expendable. Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

16-Jul-2016 01:43:01

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