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Loaned Shark

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The March of Darkness

Suitably placated, Ubaid - like the rest of them, it seemed - didn't really have much to comment on as the Lord of Chaos moseyed away. He nodded along with the demigod's words, kept his hands folded in front of him, and turned his attention to the roiling storm. His companions assented, or condescended, to Soahc's leadership, but the promise of divine intervention troubled him as deeply as everyone else.

What he did not do was move an inch. Waiting until everyone's attention was on their new master, and their shambolic procession from Oakfoot was underway, he reached to his left, tapping the ghoul there on the shoulder. The feminine monster's watery eyes met the blank gaps in his mask, and then the pair glanced in unison over their shoulders, back towards Oakfoot. Help them, gather them all up. Do not tarry.

Fahra was smart, but more importantly she knew how his mind worked; the monster turned and silently scampered away, running parallel to Soahc's cleanup crew and hopping back up to the rooftops. Confident in her better judgement, Ubaid turned his attention to the heavens, seeking out a circling speck above Oakfoot, and jerked his head at the retreating ghoul. She would need the eye in the sky more than he, and possibly the messenger.

Besides, he might as well get some use out of the bird before Tyrrus had it electrocuted.

The stage set, Ubaid and his remaining manservant drifted along quietly in Soahc's wake.

The Road North

"Oh, my..."

Sir Charles had been quiet all this time because Sir Charles had been more interested in stuffing his face than making pleasantries. Mister Greatjohn had taken care of that, and all that had been required of the bedraggled swordsman was a tired little wave as Karstone failed to introduce him properly. Still, if Alicia was anything to go off nobody cared where anybody else was from anyway, so what the hell. All seeing. All knowing. All scumbag.

25-Aug-2015 02:57:02 - Last edited on 25-Aug-2015 02:57:48 by Loaned Shark

Loaned Shark

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During their march he had been similarly withdrawn, looking hither and thither with every obvious sign of enjoyment. Goats he was familiar with, but when some sort of... Furry, earless bat glided past, he had to stop and stare in bemusement. With every step the land grew harsher, and he knew that the prospect of going back to wandering, aimless and hungry, should be worrying him a bit more than it actually was. He dared say that when the novelty value wore off he would be, but for now he was just happy to be finally getting somewhere.

Besides, ignoring the tickling at the back of his throat was taking up more of his concentration than he cared to admit.

All of that was forgotten as a boulder of a man appeared before them, and his sword was halfway out of its scabbard before he realised what was before them. His gut reaction was that he'd expected ogres to be taller, but since it could turn him into paste with a single blow he wasn't about to start passing comme...

The sword slithered, forgotten, back down to rest. His brow furrowed, Sir Charles took in the ogre's equipment. He seized his own half helm in his hands and compared it to the man-mountain's (his head spinning back and forth as he did so), and couldn't help but notice how the ogre's gear was actually much better made than his ever was

"We're knights," he called out. He put a hand on the hilt of one of Karstone's hammers, gently pushing it down as he made his way to the front and stepping, with a hesitant smile, into easy pasting range, "Explorers, men and women of honour." Telling him what Karstone did for a living didn't seem wise. "I am Sir Charles. I've heard of Og, how the ogres were forging grand kingdoms here. I-" A stranger sight yet gave him pause, and peering off in the direction of the forest he presumed they were going to camp at he beheld...

Either a red drake, or a cousin of the flying Furbats. Frowning, he shrugged, and continued. "We come, openly, to meet you and your people." All seeing. All knowing. All scumbag.

25-Aug-2015 02:57:20

Sir Duncan88

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The Bridge

Conleth tried to shut the sounds of battle from nearer the river out of his head, focusing on his immediate enemies. It looked like he was the only one facing them, the other fighters presumably occupied by the troll; he was not aware that more brigands were currently attacking them.

A few of the archers had resorted to using their arrows as close ranged weapons. This may have been a mistake, as suddenly something brown and feathery darted past one of them. The end of the arrow fell to the ground lazily.

At this point, Conleth noticed a strange presence, as if someone was trying to see into his mind. This must have been some kind of spell, and since none of the brigands were mages, it would have to be one of the others he’d briefly encountered. Assuming they wanted to know why he was here or something, he gave permission, since no-one was after him, at least as far as he knew.

Suddenly he knew exactly where all of his opponents were. Rather than dwell on how this was happening he chose to act, leaping out of the trees and knocking the one whose arrow had just broken on the head, attempting to knock him out.

Whatever had foiled the brigand’s attempt’s before struck another time, hitting another’s quiver and sending his arrows scattered across the ground. While he was distracted, Conleth made an attempt to knock this one out as well, before jumping back toward the trees, several arrows narrowly missed him, and one cut his cheek painfully. He clutched the wound and ran a few metres into the forest where he could avoid attacks more easily.

He decided to try and see what this vision ability allowed him to do. Looking around, he saw that yet another group was attacking the travellers he’d seen before, and they were still occupied with the troll. He couldn’t take all of these bandits at once, and what was more, they were starting to approach. He quickly leapt up onto the first branch of the tree, climbing a few metres higher.

02-Sep-2015 17:17:25

Sir Duncan88

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Holding his hand out, a large red kite landed on his outstretched arm. After a brief exchange of incomprehensible noises, the bird took off, soaring above the treetops then diving gracefully into the thick of the woods.

Conleth hopped from branch to branch the leapt down onto the ground, on the road just near the bridge. The sound of the landing would hopefully be enough to make the bandits turn their heads toward him and come after him. He then ran straight towards the bridge, Hoping to lure the brigands into the open, gesturing frantically to any fighter on the bridge to get out of the way.

At the same time, the kite burst out from the treeline, right past the troll’s face. It looped around, flapped its wings, and generally made itself a nuisance.

If this plan worked, then hopefully he would be able to lure the bandits from the woods out onto the bridge, and get them and the troll to fight each other.

02-Sep-2015 17:17:44

D F Angel

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Farmlands

Cocooned in an implacable cage of spider silk, the troll had no other option than to stand and listen to Annie recite his own riddle back at him. The creature regarded the young girl incredulously, then looked towards Siera in confusion to try and confirm this was really happening, but eventually opened his maw to answer-

And a peregrine falcon flew out of his mouth, taking to the sky.

The troll's body collapsed in on itself, as though all of the muscles and bones and organs and everything else that made the inside of the creature's body had vanished, leaving behind a hillock of empty skin. The falcon crossed paths and nearly collided with Conleth's red kite, but manoeuvred itself out of the way in the final moment, disappearing over the tree tops with the unmatched speed that the fastest bird in the world possessed.

Unaware of this change of events, the brigands fought on. Joric's axe felled them, and Etheldredda's mace crushed them, whilst the lightning bolts of Zed fried them in their petty armour. The unfortunate soul who happened to have been surprised by Rovaan jumped, turned, saw what he was facing and jumped again- crashing onto the floor, his weapon forgotten, crawling backwards with all the speed he could muster.

Though these were thinning down to nothing, the next wave was coming. Conleth was leading the team of archers, (who had soon abandoned their bows for rudimentary bludgeoning weapons) over the bridge and towards the troll in a tactic that would have undoubtedly had worked if the troll they faced had been natural. With the troll escaped however, what Conleth was really leading the brigands towards was Kuro's exhausted and vulnerable body, and past that, Annie and Siera, Judy and Federico.

Monsieur Federic* held his rapier out tentatively. "Girls, be getting behind me, for no fool such as these would ever dare to face one so skilled as I!" He stumbled on a pebble, but regained his posture. Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

14-Sep-2015 00:12:49

D F Angel

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Onslaught of Oakfoot

"Where to indeed," repeated Soahc pensively, surveying the horizon in the same way one might survey an enemy's blade at your throat. "Loose tongues makes for elusive targets not, as no one once said. Let us simply state that we're taking The High Road !"

The demigod laughed heartily at Kira's comments about her family. " Of course it was fire," he observed with an amused smirk. "Imagine how many people would still be alive today if someone had gotten a lucky shot at you with a water balloon!" He threw his head back and cackled at that, but smiled at the pyromistress afterwards to show that he meant no malice by it.

"Oh, most definitely fun, my dear," he gave her a wink to reinforce this idea. "Why, even silent Sileo over here will will be a-hooting and a-hollering by the end of it! My father will send the usual fools, no doubt. Warrior priests with vows of silence, the knights of the round belly. Bilfred the Unwedded, Sir Chaste of Camburg. That idiot Godkiller has become a favourite as of late. Gorn Gorgonshield killed my last group, he's one to watch for. If you have any unresolved rivalries, expect them to show up out of the woodwork, my dad's a big fan of irony."

The hagspawn and mercenaries had joined them now, the sell swords and barbarians, and the great wagon with Cadmus Solar nailed to the front, dragging the roped-up petty priest Abraxus around the back. Whatever was inside the sealed wagon was shaking it viciously from side to side, as though it had sensed the bloodshed and craved to be a part of it.

"Raspur, a nonlethal cut," Soahc stated, nodding towards Abraxus. Raspur skulked off, sliced the protesting priest across the wrist with a knife, then returned and handed it to Soahc. Soahc muttered to the weapon in dark and ancient script, and it began to spin, until abruptly halting, pointing north by north east.

"And someone fetch me that thrice-damned Ryokin!" Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

14-Sep-2015 00:13:00

D F Angel

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The Road North

Mugwo nodded sage-like with a chese-eating grin when Henry said that they were not spies- it seemed that Mugwo had just won an internal bet with himself. The ogre was completely unaware of the invisible woman slowly making her way up the tree behind her- though it seemed the woman herself was completely unaware of the bleeding, skinless, winged monstrosity that lingered just above the treeline.

The ogres that the demon had earlier encountered had yet to arrive, and seemingly only Sir Charles had noticed Spirry's presence, but the danger of the other ogres joining up with the one here- Mugwo- was ever present.

"You knights?" Repeated Mugwo, sticking out a tongue and ******** up his face as his brain tried to wrap itself around the concept. Sir Charles was chivalric and dishevelled, Henry and Alania both well armoured, Balmor certainly ferocious on his boar, whilst Karstone looked like he had been living on the streets for thirty years.

Of course, having lived his entire life inside of a mud hut, Mugwo didn't really have much to say about living arrangements.

"You friends of decan!" He announced, as though solving the mystery of the century.

"Who's Declan?" Whispered Alania uncertainly.
"Decan's a title," responded Karstone in equally hushed tones. "Military. Means tha' the Tyrannian Empire is meddling wi' affairs 'ere."

"Mugwo take you to decan. Take you to Og, biggest and bestest of lands. Take you to-" Mugwo had just noticed the bleeding, winged, skinless demon that was floating above the tree line. He frowned, rubbed his eyes to see if they were deceiving him, then frowned again. One word left his lips: "Ogrin."

With that, he withdrew his sword, lifted his head up, and let out a roar that would put lions to shame, the sound echoing over the hills and valleys and mountains around them alerting the entire world to their presence. Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

14-Sep-2015 00:13:06

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Annie1227

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Annie was shock that the troll collapsed on itself. She didn't understand what happened. She looked at the guild master and rolled her eyes. Then said,"I don't need your protection guild master. I can fight! What just happened with the troll?" she was in fighting stance as she saw the next wave coming towards them. She felt tired but ready to fight. She was preparing to use magic if needed to. -Dances-

14-Sep-2015 00:52:11 - Last edited on 14-Sep-2015 03:25:37 by Annie1227

Azigarath

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The Road North (Newborn appears)

Newborn has appeared; having an alien face as grotesque as a nightmare, wearing wings, he comes to drink the blood of the living, for a toast to those who will die. Sharing your eternal mind, he sends his thoughts far and wide, trying to sense his surroundings. He wishes to lurk Into the Fire, to seal the mystic flames, and never be alone with its kindle.

“Where am I? How I got here? Why have I been begotten?” Spirry thought to himself over and over again, oblivious to everything; he felt too much pain to think straight, the agony forcing him to vibrate with suffering, but deep down in his thoughts, he loved that sensation, and he wanted to feel more of it.

In his Newborn form and shape, he was, well, like a newborn, blind, soft, pulpy, wanting to scream covered in blood. His mind was also too weak and too young to comprehend the situation; he was aware of what was going on prior to his appearance in this world, but he had suddenly lost those memories...

This was the communion of his race, a kind of demon that could traverse into other worlds through the thoughts and dreams of others, but whose dream he travelled by, well, he had no clue! Perhaps an undead demon or powerful sorcerer lay buried underground, dead but with the mind still alive, with which he was summoned for some dark purpose. But he did not know.

He fluttered about here and there spasmodically above the canopy, almost as if having a seizure in flight, shaking frame and flapping wings causing a constant rain of blood to shower below, nearly sounding like rainfall. Still blind, he could nevertheless sense things. Voices? He heard voices, heard the wind, heard birds, heard his blood showing beneath him.

14-Sep-2015 01:17:46 - Last edited on 14-Sep-2015 01:19:32 by Azigarath

Azigarath

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He sensed something, a girl? Yes, a girl, someone that could not be seen, but he could feel her. More voices? Yes, someone else was watching him. Newborn felt the presence of strong men speaking to a giant being, a hulking behemoth that could easily kill him with his bare hands. He would have to avoid that beast, but what was it? Ah, a simple mind, easily seen; he could sense what Mugwo sensed, albeit minimally.

Looking through the thoughts of that ogre, Spirry could see himself. He paused, hovering on the spot, feeling and hearing his upper and lower teeth constantly clicking together. The ogre spoke something, some topic, something about Og, taking the men to Og? What is Og? Then, the name Ogrin; why was the familiar?

Mugwo unsheathed his sword and suddenly roared, a monstrous roar, a roar that would terrify a pride of lions. Roar? Danger, violence, death, lungs working, diaphragm pumping air, intestines tightening to amplify the voice; a roar that was a statement of dominant authority.

Upon hearing the roar, Spirry fluttered, and then dove at the source of the roar, hissing like a crocodile, leaning forwards acutely as he dove, folding his wings backwards, empty eye sockets, horns, and skinless face incoming. An immensely tall, skinless demon with the reflexes of a robin was inbound, ready to sink his claws, horns, and fangs into Mugwo, but unaware of the ogre's armour!

14-Sep-2015 01:17:56 - Last edited on 14-Sep-2015 01:21:43 by Azigarath

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