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Inferi

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The fact that he was a priest was enough to make her scoff at him. Those who placed their faith in gods would ultimately be disappointed, for there were no gods in this world. It did*’t matter why they had left, as the churches would try to have you believe, only that they were gone. Without gods, the mortal races could forge their own future, and the strongest would win the future that they desired. In terms of fire, she was the strongest, and that was enough to allow her to bend the future’s path in a direction that she desired.

In a way, she found the pair more interesting than the others in the demigod’s entourage, for their purpose here was, as of yet, an unknown, and she wanted to see what that purpose was.

Like Soahc, knowing that Brodus’ weapon was that source of his powers made her feel quite a bit more comfortable. It was simple when one’s power lay in a single object that was not themselves, because then it meant the only thing that had to be dealt with was the object. Even if that was not a simple matter, it was usually easier than dealing with someone like herself, whose power could never be separated from them.

Perhaps as surprising as it was for the demigod, she did not plan to betray anyone either. The only reason she would raise flame against those she was allied with was if they made the first move, something she expected to happen all of the time. It was an attitude that had kept her healthy throughout most of her life, and even if fighting now would incur Soahc’s wrath, and therefore be inadvisable, she was still watching for a knife in the back.

As they progressed onward, Kira kept an eye on the demigod. The dagger he used appeared to lead him unerringly, and although she suspected that was one of the reasons he was bringing the priest alone it was unlikely to be the only one. Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

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Inferi

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Had his usefulness been fulfilled already, the priest would likely be dead. It did make her question what exactly the blood of a self-proclaimed high priest of a god Soahc claimed to have killed would lead them to, but that was a question she did not mind saving until the time came for it to be important.

Eventually, their destination came into sight: a well-protected village sitting atop a hill. Even from this distance, she could see the defenses clearly, but walls and guards weren’t something she felt could hold her out of anywhere. No matter how tall the wall was, it wouldn’t matter when it was flown over, and guards rarely had any protection against raging flames. It was much better protected than the village Soahc had used to bring her to him, but Kira was sure it could fall just as easily.

That was why she was surprised when Soahc instead began to adopt another form and tell them that they were better off using stealth. That was not her preferred method of doing anything, but if the demigod they were following was worried what would happen if they made a frontal assault to get what they wanted then it seemed it would be prudent to listen. It made it even worse when he conjured up a travelling cloak and gave it to her, any smile vanishing off her face as she gave him a look that said, *Seriously?”. Hiding her identity was not something she enjoyed doing, regardless of the situation, but she nevertheless took the cloak and put it on, pulling the hood up over her red hair and fastening it around the front of her dress.

If she had to hide herself this time, fine...but she wasn’t going to be pleased if this became a recurring event.

As he started walking up the hill, she followed, but there was one question that she felt was fair to ask before they went inside.

*

What are we here for, exactly?

” Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

17-Oct-2015 03:58:09

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Annie1227

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Annie followed Siera made for the the door. She was very excited to used her spy skills again but this time use the skills for good not bad. They were walking to go to a larger tavern to get information. She asked Siera,"are you ok?" -Dances-

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Loaned Shark

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Encampment of the Empire

"Oh, for God's sake," Charles growled, having spent the next leg of their trip in silence like the last, albeit much more sullenly. The monster had got away without so much as a scratch, taken one of the ogres (the rest of who, unbelievably, still seemed willing to give the time of day) and they had no way to track it. No; he , he corrected, had no way to track it. To his mind, there weren’t many ways this trek could have started out worse.

They had been on their feet for more or less the whole day, and though he was loathe to admit it Charles could certainly feel it. Cursing the weeks he had spent bedridden and wasting away, and the infection strangling him more for every second he fought it back (shallow breaths seemed to help, for all the good that did), the knight squared his flagging shoulders with an effort of will as they strolled into Og, and met with yet another surprise. Any perplexity he may have felt, however, was washed away in a wave of fresh energy as Crossbow Woman and the Better Dressed Knight trotted out their flippant non-answers. His knuckles whitened about the hilt of his sword, his nostrils flared and his chest billowed as he prepared to unleash the frustrations of the last day-

Only to find his almighty rant derailed by a spasm in his chest. He managed to get his hand over his mouth in time, turning away from the others so he did*’t splutter all over them by accident. Choking back the worst of the fit hurt like hell, but he still got a few hawking, phlegmy barks out before he managed to get it back under control, wiping his watering eyes on the back of his glove. A glance at his palm showed that nothing was out of the ordinary; he shoved the hand under his cloak before anyone spotted the scarlet spatters, turning back with a belated, apologetic smile. Being reminded that you were living on borrowed time, it turned out, was a great way to distract someone. All seeing. All knowing. All scumbag.

18-Oct-2015 21:29:09

Loaned Shark

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"She's not wrong," he admitted grudgingly, jerking his head at Crossbow Woman, "I heard the stories, heard that the ogres had formed a kingdom up here. Thought I'd come and see if they were telling the truth." And he didn't have anything left to lose, he appended silently.

"Nobody mentioned the demons, though. If they had, I'd have brought-" His bit his tongue before he said something he'd probably regret. "Something better than a sword. It found us at the same time as Mugwo, picked up one of his patrols and flew off with them." He cast a glower at Alania, feeling the urge to throttle her return in full force, but ultimately chose to say nothing about that as well. “Tell your friends to keep an eye on the skies. I*m Sir Charles; what should we call you, Decan?” All seeing. All knowing. All scumbag.

18-Oct-2015 21:29:21

NarBloodwolf

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Rovaan sighed as he took his flask from his belt and drank. He knew Joric had the right to be angry at him, but in all fairness Rovaan did spare as many as possible during that battle. Though many of the conscripted peasants gave his offer no credence. So with a heavy sigh as he replaced his flask, Rovaan began to answer Joric.

''If you are trying to appeal to the human part of me, you will be hard-pressed to find it. Though in all possible fairness, I spared what I could in that battle. I gave every one of them the choice to walk away, even the empty-headed knights that lead them. The ones so blinded by the threats from their masters were the only ones to perish. They chose their fate and because of that they perished.'' said Rovaan as he watched the flames in the fireplace, the fire seeming to dance in his eyes as he gave pause.

The silence seemed to drag on as Rovaan watched the flames. But it wasn't long before he spoke again.

''I am not without conscience Joric, even if it seems like I do not have it. Do not judge one by words or by actions, but by their morals. Back at the bridge, I had a chance to kill an unarmed brigand as he coward for his life. Though he was a brigand, he was unarmed, therefor there would have been no honor in ending his life no matter how he lived it. The conscripts I slew at Copperdale were armed and had I not killed them, I would have been the one dead knowing full and well that they did not fully deserve to perish that day.'' Rovaan continued, his eyes still fixed upon the flames. ''As for your last point, you are somewhat correct. I am a mercenary Joric, I am doing this because it promises payment. But, I am also doing this because, if what Etheldredda said is true, and the hags get their way, there won't be a world for me to make a living in. Call it, job security as my reason for agreeing to this venture.

19-Oct-2015 02:38:25

Loaned Shark

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March of Darkness - Espionage

Lost in thought, Ubaid was brought back to awareness by a tug on his arm - Ahrim, he saw, wondering when they were going to actually do something . Fortunately, the ghoul had been paying attention to where everyone else was going, and though nobody had bothered to say which tower they were planning on breaching he at least had an idea of how many had gone which way.

He cast a glance at Soahc's disappearing back, and nodded. So; the Deceiver knew his language. In hindsight, he supposed that this should not have been surprising, but still...

He had other tasks to perform, and being pulled away for this errand was galling. Molloran's body, safely interned in his coffin, demanded his ministrations, not to mention the preparatory rituals for the trip to the Shadelands Raspur's request entailed, or the host of small tasks he had hoped to see to before they left Oakfoot. That said, Soahc's mention of magi within the town walls had him perturbed, and the survival of his children was a higher priority for the necromancer than his own titillation.

"Call your sister," he murmured to his ghastly servant, "Choose our entry, and prepare a circle. Somewhere secluded." The ghoul nodded, and scampered away into the black, and Ubaid was sure his sister was not far behind. For his part, the ghost pulled his cloak tighter about him, to avoid his bronze scales glittering in the night, and set off in leisurely pursuit. After a moment's thought, he waved to the skies, and his rotting crow descended to land heavily on the ground here, folding her wings and clicking her beak; the last thing Ubaid wanted was her tripping any wards.

Finding 'somewhere secluded' was not as easy as it seemed; no intelligent defender would permit such convenient cover as a copse of trees that could so easily be turned into a trebuchet. Still, by going far enough out, Ahrim eventually settled on the other side of a particularly small hillock. All seeing. All knowing. All scumbag.

20-Oct-2015 23:32:29

Loaned Shark

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From their vantage point, atop their hill and their walls, the defenders would have had nothing to fear from this aberration, but Ahrim was more interested in the cover afforded by the swallowing darkness at its foot. Joined presently by his sister, the two of them set to work, carving patterns in the dirt with their claw-like fingers.

By the time Ubaid crept up to join them, they were finished. Flattened now against the earth, glowering at the walls and trying to discern the patterns of those who walked above them, the Twins had cut three concentric pentagrams into the turf, elongated to accept a prone body within the lot. Sandwiched between the layers, stick-figure pictographs depicted men turning away from the space defined with upturned hands, and at at the foot a very crude pair of representations of the crocodile-headed Judge, his gaze split to the flanks of the spell. The top of the overall structure aimed directly at the village; a pair of stylized eyes, one after another, nested between the points.

Ubaid examined the spellwork briefly, accentuating a line here and deepening a groove there, but deemed it passable given their lack of resources. He lay down, folding his arms across his chest, and wished that their master would tell them where they were going, just once.

The Twins looked at one another, and Fahra grudgingly slid down the hill to her master. Hissing, she opened her palm and raked a sharp talon lengthwise down the translucent surface, black blood welling up. Opening and closing her fist to prevent the wound from clotting, she upturned her hand over the point of the pentagram, droplets splattering and being swallowed greedily by the dirt, before dabbing her finger in the mixture and anointing directly the forehead of her master's mask as his sibilant chants suffused the spell with his will.

And then, dead silence. The undead turned his attention to the village, and, his senses magnified, listened for the telltale thrumming of the arcane All seeing. All knowing. All scumbag.

20-Oct-2015 23:33:05

Inferi

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The Huntress (Ogre Wars)

Every so often, there will be something that happens that makes one question their existence. They wonder what they are, why they are here, and where they belong. The questions cannot be answered where they are, and so they go somewhere else, escape from the life that led them to question, and take routes that they have not tried before. None know if they will get answers, and perhaps some do not wish to. The journey holds more meaning than the revelation, after all...or at least that is what they say. It is hard to think that way, though, when the meaning is all that really matters.

Katherine Enris, or Kat to anyone she knew, was in the middle of that search. It had been a while since her post on the Pelagic II had landed her with the instinct of a more primal creature than she had been, but the integration was still not something that she felt altogether comfortable with. Knowing that the instincts she was feeling were her own now, regardless of whether they had been at the start, wasn’t yet comforting.

While she could not deny that they had granted her much and really taken away quite little, the feeling that she had lost something was much more of a deterrent to the well-being of her mind. No longer had she felt like it was her place to be at the helm of a ship, for the feeling of being out in the open and away from a place where she could move around quickly and quietly was discomforting. Her enjoyment of brawls had waned, her instincts no longer allowing her to feel as though unarmed and nonlethal combat was right. Only when she had greatly indulged in alcoholic beverages was such a thing possible, her old personality resurfacing for the brief time the drink was affecting her. She couldn’t even fully enjoy that anymore, though, the taste being almost sour to her increased senses. Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

21-Oct-2015 02:06:02

Inferi

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The problem was, the lack of enjoyment that her old life had given her was sometimes overshadowed by the feeling that she was able to get while out in the wild. Hunting, something that she had no desire to partake in before, was now something she felt more at home with than anything. It felt as right now as it had felt wrong before, as did the silent movement between the trees that she now accomplished. Before, it had been a chore to keep herself unnoticed; now, it was second-nature. The spear in her hand, the same spear she had taken from the village in which the urn had granted her whatever she was now, felt as natural as a ship’s wheel had before it. Killing was no longer an impossibility, instead having become something she did with ease, grace, and precision.

Kat did not know what to think of herself, and had not ever since that day. The changes had merged seamlessly, but they had left behind the feeling that it was not entirely right, and she was deathly afraid of losing what she had been and becoming the hunter in full. A part of her still wanted to stand at a ship’s wheel, laughing as the crew recounted the epic brawl that had taken place the night before. She wanted to see the ocean all around, smelling the sea air and listening to the seabirds cry as they left the land in the distance. She wanted her life back, but was as afraid of losing what she had become as she was of losing what she had been.

That was why she was here, out in the forest in the middle of a war between ogres. Her lack of knowledge about a place in the world had defaulted her to the basic religious beliefs that she had held from her childhood, and in an effort to find someplace that she felt she fit Kat had volunteered to accompany the Decan up to this part of the world. Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

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