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D F Angel

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"Ironfist, to me," she gestured to her side as a place for the dwarf to stand. Joric had proven himself a formidable warrior, and he was about as magical as a stoat, which leant further points in his favour. There was something in his carefree nature in battle, so completely opposed to Etheldredda's own berserker fury, that reminded the woman of Br'nard, her old mentor. And of Thorek too, who had given his life for her. He spoke of a Joric once, too...

In reality, she wanted the fighter next to him in case her next comments caused any great offence. "Rovaan," she addressed the man. "I've yet to find a demon that wasn't worth killing. Can you control that thing on your wrist, or should we cut it off now?" Etheldredda remembered Troll Bone Peak, and Messia, and she had been in Copperdale too, though she'd not managed to lend her hand in those events. Demons were always trouble, regardless of what skills they might offer.

"She is certainly a shining star," remarked Monsieur Federico drily, casually walking up with Kuro's horse in tow. "She's half a horse herself, that one," confided the guildmaster in Kuro. "Oui, behind her mask is lying the face of a mule! Oh cruel fate that has landed me with such a woman!" He made derisive noises of discontent, but went on to fasten Kuro to the horse as was wanted.

"Little girl," he called over to Annie, demonstrating the effort with which he had gone to learn everyone's names. "You are having a perfect memory, please be telling us what the troll told you again, nice and loud, so that we may figure out what it is that he is meaning." Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

06-Oct-2015 23:56:06

D F Angel

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Etheldredda's concentration on Rovaan was broken when the stranger found it in him to speak. Wheeling back towards the man, who judging from the retching was not accustomed to the glory of battle, Etheldredda heard out his defence, fingers clenching on her weapon when a blur came to land on his shoulder with frightening precision- a bird of prey. It had come to him without any signal or summons, making the hagspawn wonder whether it was just a pet or perhaps something far more sinister, a war* or skinchanger or something even darker still.

However, the tale that the newcomer told was one full of curiosities that seemed all too familiar. A magical forest, a banishment spell, a menace worth hiring mercenaries against... It seemed that the bird-tamer had been on the exact same mission that they were going on, to enter into the heartlands of the Great Mother and turn her Coven into ash and dust. They didn't have insider information like Etheldredda, they could never have known the protective wards put in place... If the forest this man spoke of was the same one that they were aiming to head into, of course.

"Conleth," Etheldredda repeated, an uncommon name that gave her momentary pause, "If your story rings true," there was an edge to her voice, as though promising an unfortunate incident if it was proven to be false, "then I do believe we have the same destination. Feel free to join us, if perilous adventure is still your desire." The hagspawn felt that her idea of making him walk well in front so what they'd not be caught out by any deception of his, if he proved to be a foe, was something she shouldn't bring up until Conleth had agreed to join the journey. Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

06-Oct-2015 23:56:13

D F Angel

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The High Road

"Kira darling, and here I was thinking you'd started to trust me!" Soahc's eyes morphed to doe-like, his eyelashes grew and he beat them in a sympathy-drawing way, then cackled as his own humour as he blinked back his originally set of eyes. "I'll admit I was worried when I heard you'd teamed up with that mercenary Black," he said nonchalantly, as though actively spying on supposed allies was a thing everybody did. "He's not been seen since your little voyage, I do hope you didn't dispose of our mutual friend? His pet rat was so upset when I picked him up, it was almost difficult to convince him to join my cause."

What constituted as difficult for one such as Soahc was unknown. His powers had waxed and waned a thousand times over throughout the annals of history. Empires had risen and fallen in his lifetime, the latter oftentimes happening with his own assistance. What dark magic he had not invented himself he saw to be invented, and in the designs of all the foulest arts his hands had played a part. He was sinned for all eternity for the Marring of Ann**fn, and his acts of evil had been no less ambitious since then. He was a god in a godless world, the turning point of history, the upper threshold of magical capability.

And those he'd gathered to him were no less impressive- and in time they would all leave their mark on the world.

"They call me Father to Demons, but I've nothing to do with them," Soahc told them all honestly. "If the demon doesn't betray you, then someone will find a way to find the demon you dealt with and turn them against you," he said this as though speaking from personal experience, though whether he was the victim or the perpetrator was a matter left open to interpretation.

"Keep the dead," Ethyl told Ubaid in no uncertain terms. "They're expendable, not unlimited. One day I hope our leader understands the difference." Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

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D F Angel

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"Now, if we're going to be travelling together," Soahc said, ignoring Ethyl completely as he gestured his arms out wide in a comradely fashion, as though wanting to pull them all into a nice, warm embrace. "I feel we should get to know each other a bit better. For example: Hi, my name is Soahc. My father never loved me, so I lash out for attention. My closest friends either want to kill me or seal me away or steal my powers, and our very own Ethyl refuses to go past second base with me. Now, is there anything you would all like to share with the group?"

Raspur Cain huffed, rolled his eyes and turned to leave- but not before catching Sileo's sly remark and the look he was given. The aged mercenary hawked up some phlegm and spat it in the assassin's direction before slinking off, muttering curses so heinous that Soahc might have even coined a few of them.

The gaggle of mercenaries, crooks, murderers, pirates and other assorted lawbreakers were in a jolly mood. Many wore spoils of war- jewellery and fancy clothes and decorative armour that they'd robbed from the houses of the dead. Raspur was unsurprised to see Black Axe standing alone- even the other black-hearted menaces steered clear of that one. The axeman was missing both ears and an eye; they'd been bonded to animals through dark magic. His two rats were with him, carrying an ear each on their back, but his three-eyed sparrow was nowhere in sight. Raspur wondered what the man was spying on, but figured it'd be better not to ask.

The Devil Knight was with Tivar the Exiled, a barbarian cast-away who was finding something the knight had said hilarious. "Raspur, our horned friend here tells me you were near killed by that boy with the knives!" Raspur growled but chose to ignore it for now. Unit insubordination could be dealt with later. What he was doing now was personal. Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

06-Oct-2015 23:56:35

D F Angel

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Heading past the mercenaries and the cultist* that clung to them religiously now they'd lost their leader, past the hags that bristled and threw barbed courtesies his way, Raspur arrived at the steady stream of undead pouring out of the ruins of Oakfoot. They were indiscriminately similar-looking, which made it all the more easy for the mercenary leader to spot what he was looking for.

There was Ubaid's sarcophagus, cartoonishly held aloft by his pair of carriers. It was intricately carved and it had been the ghost's prison for who-knows-how-long, yet the necromancer had decided to bring it with him. Raspur figured that meant it held some importance to the armoured spirit. He pointed his flintlock towards the front carrier.

"You hear this?" He snarled out, and it was clear he was not talking to the carrier at all, but to Ubaid himself. If the sarcophagus was as precious as Raspur suspected, then targeting it like this should surely trigger some sort of response from the ghoulfather. Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

06-Oct-2015 23:56:41

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Annie1227

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Annie repiled loudly with a smile,"my name is Annie. Please don't call me little girl. Call me by my name. Anyway, The troll said to me,why bring birdsman blood to the birdmen? Why set fire to the flame? Why keep a priest with the unholy? Why let you be a part of his game?" She wanted to smack guildmaster because of calling her little girl, the comment about Etheldredda's face and everything else he had done. Then yelled at him,"you have no right of making fun of Etheldredda's face! You have nothing so far to help and just complain the whole time! You need learn respect!" She kept healing Kuro. -Dances-

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NarBloodwolf

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Rovaan knew something was bothering Etheldredda by what he would see in her eyes behind her mask. Perhaps she was thinking the same thing as he was about the skirmish being a trap. It would make the most sense it seemed that this delay was intentional. But no, there was something else there in her eyes as well. That hidden thought was re-enforced but the fact that she had called Joric to her side. Then she spoke directly to him about what she had seen, Rovaan knew the time for hiding was done. So, with a heavy sigh as he dropped his head, Rovaan answered.

''For the record, by blood I am only half-demon.'' said Rovaan with a start as he raised his hed and stood to his full height, looking down at Etheldredda eye to eye. ''Know this Etheldredda, you have nothing to fear from my heritage. This gauntlet acts as a regulator which keeps me from tapping too much of my demonic power. So yes I can control it, and I will go further in saying that I can control my power far more efficiently than Kuro his. I know my limits and I will not go beyond them unless I am forced to. All I want is to live life day by day. The only contracts or deals I believe in, is a mercenary contract to make a living nothing more. So if you are satisfied, we have a coven of hags to kill.''

If Rovaan was angered by Etheldredda's questioning, he did not show it. If anything, behind those cold wolf-like eyes was honesty. Though now that the cat was out of the bag, Rovaan did wonder how the truth about his heritage would affect how his party members worked alongside him. Rovaan figured at the worst, he would be outcast and shunned by the group. But that was relatively positive thinking considering Etheldredda's feelings about demons. But regardless, the die had been cast and now it was just up to how it landed.

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The March of Darkness

Ubaid glanced sideways around the circle of evil, coming to realise that none of them were going to say a damn thing if they could get away with it.

Eventually, he decided to break the awkward silence. "You have not even introduced your friends," he said, nodding at the pair of restrained mortals, "But as you wish." Another look around the circle revealed that he had already ran into half the people there, and so his mask turned more towards those he had yet to meet as he spoke. "I am Achubaid, the Undying, issue of the Sepulchral City, and a host more things none of you will care about. I was raised, imprisoned millennia ago, and preserved as an undead weapon to exact our revenge on Azul the Defiler." He shrugged. "My masters did not expect the spells that compelled my actions to fail after years of neglect. Idiots."

He paused for a second. "I enjoy long walks in the graveyard, making the most of people and," he gestured at the slavering ghoul by his side, "Seeing what can be done. If the dead can help any of you in your goals, then I am at your disposal; in return, I ask only that I be granted the chance to experiment."

The Necromancer's Tomb

While Ubaid fed them all the same story he had told Soahc, he stumbled near the finish. He could not see through the eyes of all his servants at once but each was bound to him, some tighter than others. When Raspur leveled his pistol at the Witch of the Fordings, bearing his casket, the warning rippled along the links.

The Witch's vacant, lolling head snapped about, the empty pits in her skull glaring unerringly at Raspur's eyes. "Why do you trouble my tomb, Captain of the Coinsmen?" Her voice was thick and bubbling, every bit as disgusting as back in the Cathedral. At least her words were slow, enunciated as clearly as possible, to give Raspur a fighting chance of understand her. "Yes, I hear you. And I commend your exit; I fear Soahc will ask us to weave daisy chains soon." All seeing. All knowing. All scumbag.

10-Oct-2015 23:48:32

D F Angel

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The Road North

The mad ramblings of a miraculously appearing demonic monstrosity was certainly enough to stun the group into inaction. Their levels of comprehension of the situation at hand was different dependant on the person- Mugwo, for instance, was still stuck on the very first word that Spirry had said: Jork. Was Jork a food?

Karstone gritted his few remaining teeth together in concentration. Alicia appeared to be trying to indulge the creature, Henry was trying to negotiate a separation of ways and Sir Charles- oh dear Tyrrus have mercy- Charles was trying to lead an attack on the demon. And to make matters worse, the knight had just demonstrated to them all that they were not alone: five more ogres were approaching fast, armed to the teeth.

Karstone considered his options quickly: he was over fifty, and an average adventurer at best. Ahead of him was a being which had claimed to have devoured demon kings and been banished out of time itself, surrounded by people who were either more willing to chat to it than kill it, or thinking that their sword could outmatch a demon's speed. To the side was a stunned ogre that was about to be backed up by a good deal more of its kind, all armoured like a castle wall.

The odds were definitely not good; he had just settled on throwing one of his hammers at Spirry and turning to run when someone pushed past him and nudged his throwing arm out of the way: Alania Clarke.

"He's lost and alone," Alania told everyone else, sheathing her longsword in an act of either gallantry or pure suicide, and walked tentatively towards the bleeding specimen. "He said he's weak enough that someone could control him. Do we want that?" She looked sideways at the ogres- they were all clearly being manipulated by someone. Did they really want to risk these mysterious forces getting a hold of this immortal demon? Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

11-Oct-2015 21:28:39

D F Angel

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"I... I'm Alania Clarke," she told the demon directly, offering up a hand to shake. "What's your name?"

By now the other five ogres had arrived. They certainly remembered the Newborn from earlier, when the creature had spawned amongst them and caused havoc for the entire group. Mugwo looked to them for authority, and a particularly large, bull-looking specimen made the decision:

"Kill it!"

Alania spiralled around to see six fully-grown ogres holding up their weapons and charging towards her. "No!" She shouted, withdrawing her own sword and raising her shield, ready to stand side-by-side with a demon in order to protect what she felt was a lost and desperate soul.

"Ge' the girl!" Karstone yelled out to no one in particular- the demon he didn't care about, but he did not want to see the young adventuress flattened by a herd of ogres.

With the ogres focusing solely on Spirry and Alania, this would give the other fighters the perfect opportunity to take advantage of the situation- to join one side or the other, or to make a break for it whilst they could. Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

11-Oct-2015 21:28:45

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