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D F Angel

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A Meeting of Ways

Two figures were heading north. One, a dwarf who would dwarf his compatriots, a stout war veteran, a prince, and an old fool. The other, a young woman, a mute songstress, a stranger to all lands looking for a familiar sight. Between them, a young hellhound born of love.

They travelled in silence, though not one of unease. They had discussed many things in recent days that had rolled into recent weeks. Mostly it focused on the city that they had discovered, which had been ransacked by their quarry. Soahc, the Deceiver. DemiGod of Chaos. Defiler of the Old World, Blight of the New. Enemy to Life.

Soahc had not just pillaged the city, but he had left traps behind him. He had expected to be followed, to be pursued. Assassins, and undead, and cultists. There had been a battle, or several, depending on how you counted a conflict. Thorek II and Siera Nilifen had been victorious. But it was a long struggle, and brought fear to their hearts.

The crashed pirates ship spoke of John Black; whose path Thorek had crossed before. The undead clearly indicated a necromancer of sorts. Then there was the melted houses, the paving stones which churned like magma streams. Fire, fire beyond heat. That could only indicate one culprit; the maniac feared throughout Engelain and beyond: The Pyromistress.

It was clear that Soahc had gathered no ordinary rabble to himself, but some of the greatest and most reviled villains of the age. This was no mere scheme. This was something grand, something deadly, something that would have ramifications which would echo throughout the annals of time.

Thorek II gripped tightly at the shaft of his halberd. There were figures approaching from the west, silhouetted on the horizon. Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

28-Oct-2020 01:24:19

D F Angel

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If there was any great feat accomplished by an individual in those past days that could match the magical prowess of Siera when assailed from all sides by enemies both mundane and fiendish, it was the intellectual prowess of the elven hero Cirion.

He had been led to Whin-Gel, a fortress of sorts held by the centauran people. He had been led there by Breymaire the Conciliator, a venerable centaur wiseman himself, and a self-styled Avatar of Arran. The two had been accompanied by a hagspawn woman, Vianna. She had alleged that her mother, a hag accompanying Soahc, was trying to keep her options open in terms of how this situation resolved itself. Apparently, Vianna's mother did not have the violence streak the rest of their kin possessed.

There, Cirion had been shown the Obelisk, an ancient construct of an empire from time before time. Centaurs had studied it for centuries with no further understanding, yet the analytical mind of the Slayer of Azul was beyond par. It had taken much study, pondering, translating, and deciphering. It had involved linking fractured pieces of lore, and folk tales, and barely-remembered myths, but eventually the elf had discovered it. A piece of the puzzle. Or, perhaps, the entire puzzle itself.

Before the Tyrannian Empire swept the world, and before the empires before it; those that Azul had destroyed in their hubris. There was once a culture whose priests had abandoned the gods above, and worshipped instead the icons of the dead. What term they were referred to in the original language Cirion could not gage, but the translation from the stone slabs he consulted called them the Stern Judges.

The empire had collapsed in a great war - a war of blood and bone, of demons against the undead. The Lich Queen that led that empire perished, and all of her generals, and senators, and servants. All of them, destroyed. Forgotten to the mists of time. Never to return again. Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

28-Oct-2020 01:24:27

D F Angel

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But. There was something overlooked, something that Cirion realised upon consulting these ancient glyphs. These champions of the necromantic arts had created a chain. One resurrecting another, who resurrected another. A great, linking, winding, multi-pathed chain of unlife tethered to unlife. Every serf and slave beholden to every lord and master, beholden to every commander and priest, beholden to general and pope, beholden to the lich queen.

But she had feared that one day, she might fall. And so, she had added another link to the chain. One inconsequential, overlooked. A lowly servant, of little note or regard. The Lich Queen tethered her life force to his, so even if she fell, and her entire empire with it, it would not be lost forever. The servant would lie low, for millennia, for tens of millennia, until the time was right. Then it would rise, and seek a source of power large enough that it might tug on its tether, and reel in the chain of life, and in one fell swoop bring back every creature attached to that chain.

The glyphs named this servant AchUbaid.

Now Cirion was travelling, Breymaire to one side, Vianna to another. They were heading eastwards with haste, trying to meet up with where they had departed the trail of Soahc the Deceiver. And on that both they saw, far to the east, three figures on the horizon. A dwarf, a songstress, and a hellhound. They were heading north; they were in pursuit of Soahc. Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

28-Oct-2020 01:24:36

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2011

Annie1227

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Annie waited for Tempora to answer her question as they headed north. She understood why Etheldredda left to help her people. She New that she still has a mission to destroy Soahc and save the world again. She was grateful that Tempora was with her. -Dances-

28-Oct-2020 01:47:16

D F Angel

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The Deceiver

The Eyr Mountains were, when all was said and done, beautiful. Marking the northernmost point of Engelain before the land sank below the waves of the Shivering Sea, the mountain chain was a spine that ran from east to west. There were so many mountains that none save the avianfolk who lived atop them had counted and named them all. They came in many varieties; some were forested, others heathed. Some housed tropical rainforests, whilst others were basalt laden deserts. Many reached the clouds and were capped with snow formed by near-permanent blizzards.

Inferos, (or Ignis-Apicem as it was known to the avians,) was not the tallest peak in that range, but it was widely regarded as the mightiest. It was large, stretching for many miles in various directions. Various biomes existed upon it and indeed within it, and at its peaks, sitting just above the cloudline, was the largest of the avian cities - Ornithonas.

Ornithonas was without a doubt one of the greatest cities of the age. Built at too high an altitude for any mortal army to wage war against it without dying of asphyxiation, the avians had millennia ago enslaved the entire dwarven race to dig deep tracts throughout the mountain itself. The heat of the earth flowed upwards, and powered the technological marvels which the avians pioneered. There grand works complete, they had freed the dwarves and let them wander the earths.

This was all ancient history, and would have been known to all of the party that accompanied Soahc the Deceiver northwards, save for Mecha Spirry, whose origins were from outside of this world. Wrapped in orange robes, a mouth which stretched - quite literally - from cheek to cheek, bald on top but with blond hair from the sides shooting out as though electrified, the DemiGod of Chaos turned his head to the sky and barked out defiant laughter. Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

28-Oct-2020 01:57:56

D F Angel

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"Finally!" He said, slapping his thigh. "We gave them a merry chase," he said to his gathered compatriots, knights with living swords, pyromancers with phoenix souls, mechanised blood demons, undead sorcerers, cackling hags, and every other shade of villainy the DemiGod had managed to mop up on their long march north.

"But daddy will have figured out where we're headed by now," he purred, casting a glance towards the mountain. "His paladins are on the way, and any hero he's managed to alert. Maybe Tyrrus has even sent premonitions to the holiest of chickenmen, and the whole city waits for us! Ha!" He spat, and his saliva was made of lava. It scorched a nearby rock.

"No Janus though. No God of Time throwing a dragon at us, or opening a door to hell, or giving ten year olds magic powers. Which means we've won! We've already won! Ahahahahaha!" He threw back his head and laughed at the sky. Above, storm clouds were gathering.

"Oh we're so close I can almost tell you the plan!" Soahc said to them. "But we need to get there first. Under the city, the Heartforge. That'll be it. That's the showstopper. The event we've all been waiting for!" Rummaging in a pocket, Soahc removed a vial of blue blood. He shook it, smiled, and placed it back. He then walked over to the two prisoners they had carted north, Cadmus and Abraxus, and slapped them both for good measure.

"I need Kira!" He yelled, pointing at the Pyromistress. "I need hags!" He pointed at Cold Ethyl and her three sisters. "And I need distractions! If you're important, stick with me. Otherwise, bring this city to ruins. The idiots will think that's the big deal. Oh, how easy it is for me to sack cities. No one expects what's next. No one will see it coming. Not a one."

With that, Soahc began marching up the mountain. Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

28-Oct-2020 01:58:03

D F Angel

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Annie and Tempora

"Soon," the wizard told Annie. He gave her a smile. The young woman had a strong adventurer's spirit, and a mission to boot. Before dealing with the hags, Tempora had been highly suspicious of the power Annie had been given. But having seen her first hand, having seen what she could do, now Tempora knew. Arran had made the right decision in giving his power to her.

As the two waited on the outskirts of Darkreach, a third figure approached them. It was a girl, around sixteen. Her skin was grey - literally grey - and from her head emerged a pair of antlers. Other than that, she seemed human. Her eyes were hazel, her hair an autumnal brown which went down below her neck. She wore leather armour, and steel gauntlets and boots. Two shortswords hung from her belt.

"Hello," she said to Tempora and to Annie. "I am sorry to intrude. I'm from the coven... I have unfinished business. Some of the hags went with Soahc, and I feel responsible. I'd like to join you on your quest, and help fight them. My name is Hecate." Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

28-Oct-2020 02:04:42

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2011

Annie1227

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Annie replied with a smile,”Ok, I understand.” She was excited to start her training but knew she had to be patient.

As they waited on the outskirts of Darkreach they saw another person coming towards them. listened to what the girl teenager. She respond with a smile,”Nice to meet you Hecate. My name is Annie and the man that is next to me named Tempora. You may join us in defeating Soahc.” She didn’t get any weird feelings about Hecate. -Dances-

28-Oct-2020 02:15:14 - Last edited on 28-Oct-2020 04:38:30 by Annie1227

Inferi

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~ Siera Nilifen, Cursed Musician ~

Siera was tired.

It had been a long time, longer than she would have ever thought, since she had met Thorek II, and ever since then it had been constant conflict. Not amongst themselves, which had seemed to happen much with those she had previously been around, but with the forces that she had been pursuing. Far too many had thrown themselves upon the pair, and forced her to end whatever lives they had lived. It was forced, and she tried not to dwell upon such things, but ending lives of other sentient beings, no matter how evil, had never agreed with her.

Yet, perhaps it was due to the length, or perhaps because of how carelessly they seemed to throw their existence away, but she was beginning to find that it did not bother her as much as it had. This was more concerning than the act itself, and there were many nights where she lay awake wondering about such things. There were no answers, not even in the damnable song that continued to play endlessly in her mind, pushing for a release while she could not grant it one. She knew the words, could very nearly see them behind her closed eyelids, and yet any method of sending them back out eluded her.

In truth, she was not even sure if her sanity was gone or if it was merely crumbling away. The one who had kept her grounded was still gone, and it felt as though everything was being pulled into the endless abyss that was her desperation to find him. She still only had one clue, one person to chase, and no amount of powerful evil would stop her from finding him.

No, that wasn’t quite true. She knew that even one of the individuals Soahc was said to have with him would be enough to stop her, to say nothing of the demigod himself. She didn’t even know what she would do when she came across him, and she knew that two of them - assuming Thorek followed her to the end of her mad quest - would not be enough to deal with what they were walking into Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

05-Nov-2020 22:36:12 - Last edited on 05-Nov-2020 22:37:37 by Inferi

Inferi

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It would not have been inaccurate to say she was scared, both of the hopelessness that she had started to feel when they found out what they were up against and of the very real possibility that she was simply walking to a convenient death.

But she had to. There was nothing else, nowhere else for her to go, and if she was walking to her death then she was going to do it with the knowledge that her life wasn’t worth living if she gave up right now. She did not want to be a hero. She did not want to be the savior of a world. She didn’t want anything other than to be able to live out her life with the one person that she had come to care about more than anyone else in the world.

She was tired. Tired of the despair, tired of the desperation, tired of the songs she could not sing. She was tired of everything crumbling around her, tired of the world losing its color when it had finally become vibrant. But more than anything, she was tired of feeling alone. It didn’t matter how many others were around; it was simply not the same.

Drawn from her contemplations by a gentle bite on the side of her hip, Siera glanced down at the hellhound - for he had grown far too much to continue to be a pup - to see what he wanted. It wasn’t uncommon for him to do such a thing; he seemed to have a knack for knowing when she needed to not be lost in her mind. This time, though, his eyes were not on her, but rather on the horizon.

Following them, she saw the source of the disturbance, the same source that had her companion gripping his weapon. From this distance, she could not make out features, but it was clear enough that it was a single centaur and two humanoids. In the past, this might not have felt like cause for alarm, and she would have simply waited, but this was not the past, and the toll from the constant and savage fighting had taken its toll on her. Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

05-Nov-2020 22:36:27

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