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Azigarath

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Newborn and Ogre clashed together with a bloody splash; Spirry seemed to have dodged the Ogre's sword, and after a twitchy struggle of teeth and claws, Mugwo managed to whip the crazy demon off himself.

Alicia, Karstone, Charles and Alania got ready, yet everyone remained passive, probably because a random, weird-looking demon suddenly appeared, seemingly out of nowhere and without reason, and yet, everyone had a feeling that this demon was peculiarly different. Alania whispered who this demon was, or what he was, but it seemed to be above Karstone's paygrade.

Newborn heard them speak but made no reaction, but he sensed their concern. If he chose to fight, despite his superior agility and ability of flight, he would be unable to kill any armoured opponent. His claws dug into the ground and he made a brief growl, clearly expressing his displeasure, tail wagging strongly for a second, but he could not let his emotions overcome common sense. He pulled back one hand, ripping a handful of bloody earth out and tossing it backwards; his dirty body soon rinsed cleanly from his constantly-dripping body, the ground beneath him becoming muddy blood.

Another surprise; the Ogre told Spirry he did not want to harm him, and then, other Ogres roared in the distance; were they those he met before? They brought greatswords and polearms, but now, they seemed to have resorted to smaller weapons sometime ago, possibly to run faster.

Mugwo did not want to harm him? The question was curiously unexpected. Spirry paused, teeth still, only his blood leaking beneath him. He tilted his head to the other side, and snapped his jaws once. He dropped his knees to the ground, now resembling a baby on all fours.

23-Sep-2015 02:46:58

Azigarath

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Suddenly, Spirry sensed something else, far away, very far away; his head twitched. He sensed powerful users of magic, such as necromancy, as well as great evil. Powerful necromancy, he may have to be wary of that. But it was far away, too far to care. He did not care, but he would love to see it, to see if that kind of evil, well, was a king of evil that enjoyed self-inflicted evil. Spirry wanted to feel never-ending self-hatred and internally-directed agony rather than externally-forced suffering.

“Jork.” Spirry suddenly muttered, his raspy, gurgling voice causing blood to bubble out his mouth. “You remind me of Jork, he, and his pet crocodile, was one of them who killed me, he with that woman, her name? Hope; she and her family, long ago, killed me, changed the reality I adjusted, she changed time to remove my existence. But I am reborn in a suicidal rebirth, lost, and my memories fade.” He continued, referring to an Ork of a long-forgotten past; he did not seem to recognize the difference.

No-one of this world could have any idea what he was talking about, but he speaking, well, it was a start. He lifted his head slowly, empty eye sockets staring at Mugwo. The big armoured Ogre seemed to have been honest; perhaps the unexpected diplomacy he received caused him to attempt to use it himself. Spirry looked at Alania.

“You asked, I will answer. What am I? Where I come from, it is like a dream to you, but for me, your world is like a dream to me. I am a dreamer of this world, but not a dream that is inside. I am a nightmare of that dream. Can you feel it? Far away, old women, powerful users of magic and sorcery, and a man, who feels divinity... I have eaten the hearts and souls of other demon kings and divine beings, but inside me, their dreams turned against me.” He replied with his usual poetic style.

23-Sep-2015 02:47:18

Azigarath

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Newborn lifted his back, straightened himself upright, and then stood, but his frame slightly waved and shook. He bleeding eye sockets turned to Mugwo. Spirry then clasped his hands behind his back, wings raising a bit.

“If I were to face this world alone, I would die or become controlled, I am no match against what I sense beyond the horizon, at least not yet. If you truly do not wish me harm, I will repay that intent despite it being so unexpected. If you change your mind, I can simply take flight, none of you can stop me, but in my current weakness, I don't think I can fly very far anymore. I am without many of my memories, I need to regrow my body. I am fleshless, I am weak, I am cold... I am hungry.” He continued; Mugwo's large frame did look fleshy.

It seemed that Spirry was talkative, and then he said, “I will allow you all to decide whether or not to trust me for your sake.”

And so, it was up to those around him to think of what to do with the Newborn, with only his dripping frame tapping around him. Quite a different demon he was for sure.

23-Sep-2015 02:47:27 - Last edited on 23-Sep-2015 02:48:12 by Azigarath

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Almost as if the battle had just started it had ended. Brigands lay dead along the bridge and the road, while some floated face down in the river. Though only a skirmish, Rovaan had worn himself out fairly well. But he did not have much reprieve to rest and regain his full energy as Etheldredda ordered the group back into formation.

~A cruel taskmaster this one is.~ Rovaan though to himself with a slight chuckle and grin.

Rather than going right away to his post in the formation, Rovaan had went back to retrieve his bow he had put side early on in the skirmish. Reaching over and taking it gently in hand, Rovaan shouldered his bow before rejoining the others at the bridge. Rovaan himself was covered in the gore of brigands, though in more barbaric fashion as he had used his wolf like teeth to tear open the throat of a few brigands leaving a few bloodstains on the corners of his mouth.

''That was some fight. Though I cannot help but think it was more of a trap than anything. A way to delay us, almost like someone knew we would be coming this way. True we rid the area of a few bandits and the like, but it has cost us time, which is costing us money.'' Rovaan stated with a sigh of exhaustion. ''On the bright side, hopefully we don't have to worry about any more ambushes for a while, on the down side, no rest for the weary. At least not until we make camp after pushing as far as we can with our little delay. How is Kuro doing?''

24-Sep-2015 04:33:48

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Annie1227

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Annie respond to Rovaan as she was healing Kuro,"I think he will be fine. It will take some time to heal him." Her body was strong enough to handle healing after a battle because, she was much stronger then before and still getting stronger. -Dances-

24-Sep-2015 21:45:17

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Farmlands - Joric

"I can't be both?" Joric questioned with a grin, in response to Etheldredda's remark. Then the battle was wrapped up very quickly and easily.

It would only get harder, Joric knew that much, but he would rather live in the moment and celebrate victory now. He took a long drink from his canteen before walking over to Etheldredda, who was ordering them all back into formation. His first instinct was to make yet another joke, but decided against it due to how series she had gotten and the fact that she was in the middle of questioning someone.

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The High Road - Brodus

Brodus remained silent as Soahc continued talking. He spoke and joked about Sileo's attraction towards Kira. Truth be told, Brodus had never really found the time for activities like that. When a defenseless person who was of no use to him ended up in a room alone with him for an extended period of time, most of the time they didn't walk out alive.

Soahc then went on to say he had invented blood magic, which was interesting. Brodus hadn't known that. And then something occurred to him - Soahc was almost immortal. Who knew what other secrets and information about human history he could share? Brodus doubted the demi-god actually would share them, but being an avid historian he could only hope.

And then the Hag Leader stormed over, angry over the seemingly senseless loss of her sisters. Brodus actually lowered his visor just so he could roll his eyes. This was the God of Chaos, Murder, and Anarchy. What did they expect? A small part of him was actually hoping she would betray Soahc, if only so he could kill her and absorb her energy.

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The Road North - Alicia Vendal

"And what happens when you do regrow your body?" Alicia asked, suddenly appearing in the tree with a crossbow pointed at Spirry's head, not quite trusting the abomination beneath her. Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

24-Sep-2015 22:38:49

Azigarath

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The Road North

Spirry, although he sensed Alicia, somewhat forgot about her. His strange style of speaking, and impulsive behaviour, did give him rashness. He did not seem to notice the crossbow, but definitely heard Alicia. Everyone else seemed to stay quiet for now, probably not expecting such a strange demon to suddenly start talking. As his own blood drooped down his frame and puddled around his feet, Spirry opened his jaw and moved it around, jawbone cracking a bit. But she asked him a question, and Spirry, especially in his Newborn form, was talkative and impulsive.

“I will never regrow fully, I will always be without skin. When I was a child, so long ago, I would bite, rip, scratch, and chew off my hide, so that I could use my skin and scales as a hardcover for my book. The skin of my face I used for the cover, and it is still there, but my book is gone.” Spirry replied, definitely not answering the question very well.

Before anyone could say anything, Spirry continued, *Do you know how it feels? For every heartbeat to fill your veins with pain? For every breath of life to suck in agony? I am breathing pain, my heart pumps suffering, and so, there is not a single moment that I am not feeling pain. This beauty of suffering...” He paused, lifted an arm out, and shortly pointing at the air for some reason, “When spheres form in my eye sockets, and my flesh and muscles return to my bones fully, I will be stronger, but my skin will never come back. I am a man of my word, trust in me, and I will be with you, in your thoughts and your dreams, I will always be with you, every day and every night. Maybe, you will want to be like me, then I can help you. That's what will happen. Or should you direct me to someone else?*

What a strange way to answer a question; it seemed to be suggesting a form of passive demonic possession. All that is needed is faithful acceptance.

25-Sep-2015 03:41:15

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The Road North - Alicia

"I think I'll pass..." Alicia said with a tone that sounded like disgust. She kept the crossbow trained on him. Spirry's answer had been unsatisfying. He was clearly some sort of demon or monster, and demons were known for being manipulative. Her main concern was whether or not helping him grow in power was the right thing to do. And to be perfectly honest: it probably wasn't.

That was odd... why was she so suddenly concerned about doing the right thing? Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

25-Sep-2015 22:16:55

Azigarath

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The Road North

“Amen.” Spirry replied to Alicia deeply and slowly, accepting the refusal, “We do not have to be together, we can go our separate ways. What of you?” He asked, tilting his head at the others, gesturing them for their attention.

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26-Sep-2015 00:09:25

Inferi

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Farmlands

As the sounds of battle grew silent, so too did the sound of the flute. Releasing it from her lips, the musician let it fly up, resuming the circling pattern above her head. Temporarily out of breath, Siera took a moment to regain it while surveying the battlefield. There was destruction everywhere, the ground carved by water and flame and littered with bodies. No longer were any of them living, and this had been painfully apparent to her. Each one that had died had their spark go out, and she had been able to see it all. None had been brought down by her, but she regretted their passing nonetheless.

They could not have been helped, but their waste of life was saddening.

None of their group had fallen, Kuro being the only one that had exhausted his energy. She felt as though she was closing in on that, but she had not done any one thing that had been incredibly strenuous, instead depleting her energy small amounts at a time up to a point where it had drained a significant amount. The shields had taken their toll on her, and although she really did*’t know how much it had helped overall it did*’t matter.

What was more concerning were the other group members, Etheldredda and Rovaan in particular. The former was angry; Siera could see it on her face. The way she had fought had been terrifying, utilizing nothing but brute force and rage to smash her enemies into a bloody mess. It wasn’t precise, nor was it tactical, but it had been effective, yet the way it looked was the exact opposite from what the musician tried to get from the world. Such rage was pure chaos, not the harmony that her music carried and preserved, and if it was carrying through to now, after the battle, Siera wasn’t sure she wanted to approach the hagspawn. Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

26-Sep-2015 00:42:41

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