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Venom1383

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Zed

As Kuro crossed the bridge, the azure gem atop Zed's staff started flashing. "Looks like trouble, lads." Something triggered his detection spell, and he knew it was in front of them. What the hell did Kuro do now?

Siera's panicking flute confirmed that something happened up ahead. As they came closer to the bridge, he sensed a spike of energy in the air. It was dark and demonic, but it was most likely Kuro channeling his inner half-demon to combat whatever it was he was facing. Zed heard him yell something in surprise, and the albino mage broke into a run towards the bridge. "KURO! What the hell's happening?!" He shouted, unsure if he would be heard.

Henry

Karstone certainly proved to be an ... enthusiastic leader, to say the least. He seemed to be one of the less nefarious members of their occupation, though Henry was concerned by the way he stared at women.

"Lost my courser to a few mercs last week. Been meanin' to find something else to ride." He quietly replied to Karstone's suggestive remark. Normally Henry wasn't a crude or licentious fellow, but he could lighten up with a carefree jape every now and then. Especially here, where they were so far away from proper civilization.

As the two women walked over and introduced themselves, he gave the blue armored girl a pleasant smile. "Nice to meet you, Miss Alania Clarke of Engelain ." He greeted her warmly and ignored Karstone's care for efficient address. He discarded his unpolished tavern accent in favor of the highborn patois he had been raised with. "You and your friend are joining us for this little adventure?" Ramsay Bolton is the king we deserve.

04-Jul-2015 00:17:09 - Last edited on 04-Jul-2015 00:18:21 by Venom1383

NotFishing

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Joric Ironfist

Well, so far no brigands or monsters had decided to assault them. At least, not on Joric's side. On the front side, that was about to change. Siera's flute went into a panic, and Zed announced that he had detected something.

Shield up. Axe out.

He then began running forward towards the bridge, although his heavy armor and short legs would make him significantly slower than everyone else. When he did arrive, however, he would stop and mutter out one sentence.

"Arms that long must really be handy. "

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Alicia Vendal

"Alicia Vendal..." Alicia said with a slight smirk in response to Karstone. "...of Engelain." She added a slightly sarcastic tone to her voice.

But on the inside, she didn't like the look of the man. Not because he seemed untrustworthy or anything - no, she literally didn't like the look of him. Too old for her and he seemed to have some serious issues with dental hygiene. But a flat out rejection may not be taken very well. She could at least try to be friendly, though - that way when if things go bad she wouldn't be the first to get shot in the knee and left for dead.

"You know..." She began. "The most concerning thing about this may not be the fact that the ogres are being manipulated, unifying, of acquiring equipment centuries beyond what they are capable of. What happens when one tribe wipes the other out?"

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Brodus

Well, that settled that. With a snap of his fingers, the spirits dissipated, transforming into raw energy which flew back into the sword. That energy couldn't be re-used, however. In truth, Brodus had no idea where the energy went, but as long as he kept getting to absorb souls, he didn't care. Actually, the world as he knew it could end, and so long as there were still people left to harvest souls from he wouldn't mind. Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

04-Jul-2015 03:02:42 - Last edited on 04-Jul-2015 14:35:44 by NotFishing

NotFishing

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He constantly felt the urge, you see. The urge to kill. The urge to harvest. Brodus may have been the master of the sword, but the sword was also the master of him, whether he realized it or not. Fortunately, that very urge was virtually non-existent at this point, since he had already done his fair share of killing on his way through the town.

"So..." He began, following Kira outside the cathedral and walking up alongside her. "What's Soahc's interest in you, if you don't mind me asking? Know anything about what he's up to? He didn't exactly fill me in on anything, though I guess that's to be expected." Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

04-Jul-2015 03:06:39 - Last edited on 04-Jul-2015 03:10:06 by NotFishing

Inferi

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Kira Vesteros

“

Of course I don’t mind, but I’m afraid the answer isn’t what you’re looking for. You see, I just don’t care.

”

Her eyes, having been red when she had been walking through the fires, turned back to green about the time she left through the cathedral doors. Whether Brodus noticed when she turned to regard him, and whether he even cared if he did, was something else entirely. Up close, and out of the combat, her physical attractiveness would be even more apparent, and even now she was putting in the extra energy to strut like she owned everything around her.

In a sense, she did, but many would dispute that setting fire to most of the town constituted ownership.

“

We both have uses for the other, goals that we cannot accomplish without assistance.

” she told Brodus. Although she had spared some time to look in his direction, she did not stop walking. Her thirst for flame had been momentarily quenched, and with the town in almost complete devastation it seemed as though the time to move on would come shortly.

“

There’s something we want,

” she said, “

and that something is why he is interested in me and why I am interested in him. If you want to know more, well, I’d ask him yourself. Just be careful when you do it, since I’d hate to see such a promising pawn removed from the board so early in the game.

”

The last sentence was accompanied by a wink as well as a predatory grin. Whether she actually seemed to be warning him was unclear, since she hadn’t seemed to show much care towards his well-being up to this point. Her eyes roved over his form, looking like they were searching for something but not being very clear about what that might be, although the way they were looking at him was more like someone would look at a slab of meat rather than another person. Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

04-Jul-2015 05:00:47

Guthix SS4

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Kuro on the bridge

Yelling out in response to being asking what is going on, "I have no clue, stay away from the bridge its not safe!"" Kuro yelled trying to keep others away from these things that looked like giant fingers. Kuro trying to get his horse off the bridge, he didn't want his horse to get hurt by this thing. He wasn't sure if this was real or not. It seemed rather real to him but long fingers that were trying to grab him.

Kuro started to extend his aura around his sword it made the outline of his own massive sword rather then shaping around the sword itself. He was hoping his aura would be able to keep these things from hurting him.

Not concerned about showing others his demonic powers he just wanted not to die rather then get caught by these range very long fingers.

and nothing was spoiled

05-Jul-2015 04:52:38

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Annie1227

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Annie knew that Kuro was danger so she ran fast as an elf to the bridge. She yelled to Kuro,"I'll cover you!" She shot Compressed rock bullets and lighting at the strange creature. -Dances-

05-Jul-2015 06:34:44 - Last edited on 06-Jul-2015 17:48:21 by Annie1227

D F Angel

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Farmlands

The nail that Kuro had parried came snapping off with ease, scuttling across the mossy stone-way as Kuro himself turned for a quick escape. The hands retreated, giving the now shielded Kuro time to flee the bridge fully, but he only had a moment's respite before the next attack came.

As Kuro's horse's feet hit grassland, the grass itself fought back. Growing exponentially, clearly manipulated by magic, the grass turned to vines in an instant, wrapping around the legs of Kuro's horse and dragging it downwards. The forward momentum coupled with the downward drag would lead to Kuro flipping forwards and off of the horse and onto the ground.

The horse suffered no further harm- this move was meant only to slow down the creature's prey.

It pulled itself from beneath the bridge in the same fashion a spider would force itself out of a hole- limbs going forwards and pulling out the body. It was certainly humanoid, though larger than any Cyclops or ogre. It was lithe, gaunt, bone-white skin mottled and lined like tree-bark from being left to ripen beneath the current for too long. Blanket weed had tied itself around the thing's arms and legs to give the illusion of hair, though real hair spouted from the monster's disproportionately large head, knotted dreadlocks that went down to its ankles.

It was undoubtedly a river troll, but larger than any troll ever had a right to be. Its nose was a beak, its mouth overly wide, eyes protruding outwards as though on stalks. With one step it was out of the stream. With another, it was right on top of Kuro, saliva spraying onto the half-demon only to fizzle and dissolve against his shield.

This was when Annie's rocks began to pepper the troll's torso, giving it pause until the lightning hit, throwing the troll back half a step, setting the blanket weed aflame.

They were now dealing with a river troll that was also on fire. Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

08-Jul-2015 02:47:21

D F Angel

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"Don't break ranks!" Barked Etheldredda as Joric and Zed charged forwards. Something was wrong here, terribly wrong. They had encountered only fields for miles and miles, but there were woods on the other end of the bridge. The troll's stopped any attempt at cutting the trees back. That was plain enough. Etheldredda began to run after her comrades. They should have known, they should have saw what was wrong, they-

Etheldredda's frown was hidden behind her implacable mask, the grotesque visage she had chose to bear. She was hagspawn, and had learnt all she needed to know about subterfuge and traps from observing her monstrous kin. Having already been caught unawares, she was analysing everything, to make sure there was nothing that they had missed.

The trees only grow on the far side of the bridge. If the troll was the obstacle, there should be woodlands on both sides of the river. Which means...

Joric and Zed and Annie were already far too far ahead. Etheldredda skidded to a halt, took a look behind her. Rovaan had a bow ready. Smart. The hagspawn would have time later to be impressed by his thinking, but right now there were more pressing issues. Siera was there too, playing her flute, and with them Judy and Monsieur Federico.

"Rovaan, Siera! The trees!" She shouted, swinging her spiked mace in the direction of the treeline. The acorns still lay on the ground where the squirrels had refused to touch them, refused to get too close to the stream and be taken as food, but now they were no longer in the branches either. Something had made them flee, something in the woods.

Monsieur Federico removed his rapier with such a flourish that it seemed like he was trying to cut the very air in two. "Judith my fairest of fair ladies, stay behind me and I, Monsieur Federico Ricardo, Guildmaster of the Champions Guild and greatest fencer to walk the many roads of Engelain, will protect you!" Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

08-Jul-2015 02:47:38

D F Angel

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With this boastful promise, Monsieur Federico made sure to not take a single step closer to the battlefield.

Onslaught of Oakfoot- Ryokin

"Your flattery gets you nowhere," hissed Cold Ethyl, icy as her name would imply. "Nor does your false promises. Do you think I would aim so low as to summon the Hagfather?" The sound that left her mouth was somewhat reminiscent of a cat that was trying to scare away an enemy. "Your ignorance is matched only by your arrogance, to speak to me so plainly without fearing reprimand. Let my mother have her broodmare. You play your parlour tricks with the others, I will not allow you to-"

"Ever the most welcoming, sister," came another voice, and another hag scuttled in to join in the festivities. This one was shorter than Ethyl, fatter, with more of a shrew's complexion, her hair combed back harshly and thinning towards baldness. Whilst Ethyl was horrifically resplendent in greens and purples, bedazzled in rings and necklaces and many-coloured feathers, her sister wore yellows and browns, and her decorations was merely the eyes and organs of various animals that she'd stitched to herself, going through various stages of decomposition.

"Sylvi," Ethyl said curtly.

"Do not feel so hurt, Ryokin of the Crossroads," crooned Sylvi as she waddled over. "My sister cannot accept your deals because she's already sold her soul to a devil, a wide-grinning oaf you've no doubt met before."

"Bloodgift is a god," Ethyl spat.

"Was a god," corrected Sylvi with a sly smile. "If we're putting faith in quasigods then maybe I should bow down to this Annie Wells? I am obedient to you my sister, but let's not put all of our eggs in a single basket. Especially a basket so frayed and wind-torn as Soahc's."

"Do not forget your obedience, my younger sibling. It would be a shame if anything were to happen to you, but Bloodgift only needs one of us, after all." Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

08-Jul-2015 02:47:50

D F Angel

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With that comment, Cold Ethyl scuttled off, presumably in search of the ever-allusive Soahc, though perhaps she just hated being around Ryokin.

"Only one," Sylvi agreed darkly once her senior had left. "My sister's disposition has not improved greatly since we've been on the road," Sylvi explained to Ryokin, eyes roving his well-formed human body. "Elves are stuck-up, dwarves are greedy, and hags are power hungry. Cold Ethyl, The Great Mother, they're all the same. Pulling the strings of marionettes that they cannot hope to control. I prefer methods more... subtle. Walk with me, Ryokin of the Crossroads, we have much to discuss." She offered out a wrinkled hand, bandaged in snakeskin.

Onslaught of Oakfoot- Sileo

The smoke bomb provided the assassin with the cover he needed. The Shrouded Elf was an exile from his mysterious homelands, and as Sileo had rightfully assumed, more dangerous than his counterparts. He'd gone to dive as soon as the pistol was drawn, but encumbered by his own magic he was struck in the shoulder, sending him spiralling into the dirt.

Kristov the Red, despite his reputation, was not as efficient as the elf. He was a mass-murderer who had only recently turned to mercenary work, more at home fighting civilians and town guardsmen than warriors of actual repute. When the pistol came flying at him he made the blundering mistake of deflecting it with his sword, perhaps mistaking it for a projectile in the dim lighting. Sileo's attack went off without a hitch, slicing open Kristov's artery as intended.

Gunner Ryold's blunderbuss pointed towards the cloud of smoke, uncertain, but soon he made up his mind. Collateral damage wasn't his problem, it just meant that he got a larger cut of the profits. Smiling to himself over his own quick wit, he went to pull the trigger-

"No." Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

08-Jul-2015 02:48:08

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