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D F Angel

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The Corpse Lord

Ubaid's foresight to magically probe the area before seeking out a tower would prove both wise and fruitful. Spells had been weaved into the walls of the town, though there would be no wards against the dead here- it is clear that the inhabitants behind the walls had figured bandit raids and lordling rivalries a more likely threat than that of necromancy. There were protective spells which would prevent teleportation inside the walls, and a particularly powerful enchantment for if someone tried to summon an item- clearly they had feared someone would try summoning a weapon or great army from afar.

Each tower had a spirit bound to it, waiting on the top-most floor beneath the ballista-mounted tower tops. Any magic cast along the perimeter of the walls would activate not one of these spirits, but all of them at once for maximum security measures. It was presumably for this reason why no magicians were mounting the walls, and instead patrolled the streets beyond. Further probing would reveal these spirits to be air elementals, obediently and unceasingly waiting for their summons. A related spell would spring open a trapdoor to release the air elementals into the night, high above the walls where they would have the maximum vantage point on any attackers.

Past the walls, the town was not so impressive. Clearly greater wizards had built this fortress than now fortified it. Individual magicians prowled the streets either on their own or in groups or two or three, though they were few and far between and didn't seem to be sticking to any routine patrol path, but were strolling aimlessly about the place.

Towards the centre was something else , something completely other. Its magic struck a discordant string with that around it, as though it was a nebulous void. If it was an enchantment, it was extremely powerful. If it was a living creature, it was entirely otherworldly. Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

21-Oct-2015 02:21:05

D F Angel

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Encampment of the Empire

"We have no time for children here," The decan told Alicia plainly, clearly unimpressed by her sarcastic nature and refusal to state her true intentions. "Holy Tyrrus bids us do His work, and you would make games of that?"

Karstone had to refrain from rolling his eyes- a common man such as he had little to do with religious fanatics. Alania Clarke, having grown up on knightly tales and knights being baptised in the name of Tyrrus- was predictably enthralled with the decan's words.

"You're closer to the mark," the decan continued, pointing at Henry. "Mercenaries? You have the look," she regarded the rest of their party. Three of them seemed to be knights, though one was a woman and another the shabbiest knight she'd ever seen. The only one with true, castle-forged quality steel was Henry. Alicia fit the mercenary bill pretty well, and Karstone looked little more than your run-of-the-mill drunkard who'd stumbled on adventure by mistake.

"A demon?" She repeated, scanning the skies as Sir Charles alluded to their prior meeting with Spirry. "We had no word of a demon." They were speaking loud enough for others in the camp to hear- they were looking warily about, and one soldier had drawn his sword and lain it across his lap for easier access.

"Well met, Sir Charles," said the decan, who seemed to be one of the more reasonable members of the group. "I'm Decan Martha of Tywrought. Emperor Tyberius XIV has sent us to treat with the ogres, and form an alliance between Og and the empire. The use of magic by non-clergy members is heretical, on this we and Og agree, therefore we have a common enemy in Ogrin. Though only our ambassador is allowed within the ogre settlements proper," she sounded somewhat bitter about the last part.

"If you can take orders then you may join our ranks, or else we can aid you in hunting down this demon. But do not think to meddle in affairs that are not your own." Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

21-Oct-2015 02:21:14

D F Angel

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The Road North

Spirry's journey away from the original conflict would take him over forests and hilltops, past murky wasteland and a thousand graveyards. Everywhere the demon flew would be a testament to the war that was waging on, as the scorched earth was covered with the remnants of the dead.

Though most were minor skirmishes, there was a single, great patch of land that had clearly been a substantial battle. Vultures gathered there in droves to pick the meat out from beneath the ogres of Og's armour, whilst the robe-wearing ogres of Ogrin were an easy free-for-all, most dyed black from the swarms of flies that infested these parts and could pick flesh from bone within minutes.

At the centre of this carnage, strangely enough, was a man.

He sat cross-legged at the entrance to a cave- a cave that was somehow situated in the centre of this flat piece of land. It was as if a hole had simply been carved into the earth, for how could such a landmark form naturally? The man had short hair, a sandy-brown, and was in rusted and dented armour that seemed more like it was purchased second-hand than it had seen many battles. A halberd lay at the man's side, and he seemed seriously disgruntled at his situation, staring intently into the bowels of the earth that the cave displayed.

"How could I let the boy go?" He asked himself aloud, unaware that he was being watched. "So much power... I will never find another like him." Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

21-Oct-2015 02:21:18

D F Angel

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Ubaid's Tomb

In a moment, Raspur had snapped- his flintlock was in his hand, and it was pointing directly into the witch's face.

However, knowing that the sound of the pistol going off would certainly alert Soahc to Raspur's suspicious location, and knowing also that what he hoped to accomplish would likely be defeated if he started taking shots at Ubaid's servants, the mercenary captain was forced to instead grind his teeth, spit on the floor and holster his weapon.

"No one who's worth a rat's arse," Raspur assured Ubaid through his thrall, and it was clear he was referring to the brother again. "Not like to cause trouble. The f***er's been trying to off me for years, won't mind returning the favour. Keep your word, ghoul, and I'll keep mine." With that, Raspur slinked off to rejoin the mercenaries under his control, cursing under his breath and muttering about smug ghosts and where they could shove their sarcophagi all the way back. Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

21-Oct-2015 02:21:23

Venom1383

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Hamstead – Zed

Zed noticed the glances he caught from the suspicious guards. Judy was armed as well, surely a girl with a sword at her side would draw a few looks. Apparently not. There wasn't much he could do to make himself less conspicuous, as changing into anything less revealing would only expose his rare albino visage. So on he went with his staff in hand and the girl at his side.

Ignoring most of the peddlers' advertising, he briefly stopped at an unmanned market stall with a few wool hats of surprisingly high quality. It was a wonder they hadn't been stolen in however many seconds they'd been left unattended. "You know, I wish hats looked good on me." He picked up a dark gray one as if to try it on, but wisely refrained. He held it up next to his pale face and turned to Judy as if asking for her opinion. "No? Not my color anyway." The mage put it back and proceeded onward.

The adolescent reached into his pocket to feel how much money he had left. He could probably purchase a few pieces of food, though not nearly enough for the group. Did they haggle around here? He argued a few times with that stubborn apple-grower back at Copperdale over the price of his wares; when a price was finally met, he often found the fruit infested with worms. Well, that apple man was probably dead now.

Zed walked over to the bread stall and placed down near half his coin for however many loaves of white and rye he could scramble. He quite liked bread, and remarked to the stall owner, "You know what would be great? If they sold bread already sliced." But the town crier's bell caught his ear. "Looks like our friend Soahc's been busy." He whispered to Judy, if she was still following him. He hadn't been paying much attention to her, really. Ramsay Bolton is the king we deserve.

21-Oct-2015 03:58:54

NotFishing

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Joric Ironfist - Hamstead

It seemed Rovaan had completely missed Joric's point. Obviously Joric couldn't judge him for killing the conscripts - that would be hypocrisy, considering his own actions. The real issue was that Rovaan showed no remorse, and even had a laugh about it. And there were some lines that even Joric Ironfist himself would not cross when it came to humor.

But before he could respond, the door opened and a mage stepped in. Despite the innkeepers protests, the old man seemed intent on staying and ordered the woman upstairs.

"You wouldn't order her upstairs unless you didn't want her to see something." Joric observed, looking at the mage. Then, with an expression that seemed to say 'if you must know...' he went on. "We're travellers. We stopped in town to rest and resupply. We were a bit tired and stayed behind - didn't need everyone looking for food. And you could say that you inn terrupted our rest."

It was the truth. They were travelling. They did need some place to rest. It wasn't necessary for the entire group to be out looking for food. And after all that fighting and walking, their feet probably were a bit sore. Joric may not have been the best at diplomacy, but he could spin a story or make an attempt at persuasion when necessary.

"So what brings you 'ere?" He asked, hoping to learn more about the stranger himself. Although he was rather suspicious about the whole thing...

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Brodus - Espionage

Brodus examined his options carefully. He would have to use the pulley system if he wished to climb the tower. There were two archers on the wall, and only one guard on top of the tower. There may also be more guards inside the tower itself, or on other areas of the wall that could come running. Then there were the guards in the village itself... Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

21-Oct-2015 04:10:01 - Last edited on 21-Oct-2015 04:33:01 by NotFishing

NotFishing

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He shrugged - he was never good at stealth. Might as well wing it.

Brodus threw off his cloak and pulled out his sword. Then set his focus on the top of the tower, and suddenly the soul form of an archer appeared, clad in simple leather that was transparent with his undead, and a bow aimed with an arrow knocked. The spirit released the arrow directly at the man's throat, and at that distance it was unlikely he would miss.

If the spirit was able to kill the guard, he would then turn his attention to the archers below and attempt to take them out as well.

Brodus, meanwhile, made a dash for the pulley system. He summoned another spirit, this one a simple mercenary equipped with leather, a sword, and a wooden shield. He mentally willed him to operate the pulley system while he stood atop the part that would have lifted the rocks. Then, he began his ascent.

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Alicia Vendal

Alicia frowned. She did not like this woman at all - far too fanatical. Why did people always try to put a religious spin on these things? Was it just to make themselves feel better?

It seemed their options were to either join the army or enlist their help in hunting down a demon that none of them understood or had any hope of finding. Neither of those were particularly favorable. She only had two reasons for coming here - the first was curiosity, and the second was the sneaking suspicion that she might make money out of this.

"If we do help you, what's in it for us?" She asked, crossing her arms. Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

21-Oct-2015 04:26:34 - Last edited on 21-Oct-2015 04:38:17 by NotFishing

Azigarath

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The Road North / Ogre Territory

Spirry had been flying around, seemingly aimlessly, leaking enough blood to float a boat. He sensed that something had been around, as if watching from floating, invisible eyes, but he could not find it nor sense it. Whatever this strange presence was, it was elusive enough to avoid being detected by most demons (unless Spirry was just pathetic). Perhaps this strange force was what summoned him? Why he had appeared in this world was still a flurrying question in Newborn's mind, but he simply could not solve the problem.

Shortly after dropping the Ogre, Spirry overheard something, a strange cracking sound, something he had never heard of before. Suspecting that this was perhaps the work of some odd force, he decided to follow the sound, and investigate. Just as it would seem Spirry would be flying after Katherine (this close, she'd probably be hearing the eerie sound of showering blood), he seemed to completely forget about that thought, and simply flew away, sometimes gliding, sometimes gaining altitude. Off he went, leaving the huntress alone, for now.

It seemed that Alicia and the Decan would not be hunting Spirry for quite a while. Og's problems were many; if it was heretical for foreigners to utilize magic, was it blasphemy for a demon to know sorcery?

21-Oct-2015 04:32:36 - Last edited on 21-Oct-2015 04:34:09 by Azigarath

Azigarath

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Regional outskirts

Perhaps even forgetting about Alania, Spirry flew across the region, witnessing the remnants of various battles. Although he had no eyes to see with, he nevertheless could sense his environment, and imagine the scenery enough to move without too much trouble. After passing over perhaps countless battles, and definitely leaving behind an impressive trail of blood in his wake, down below was a larger battlefield, and a cave. Someone was nearby this cave, apparently not caring about the battlefield.

Newborn felt that there was something inside the cave, which twitched his mind; he sensed something down in the earth. Perhaps it was the source of his summoning? No, how could it be? Whoever in that cave was just some runaway lunatic that happened to know magic or something, or so Spirry thought. It felt young, but strong.

Newborn swooped down, like a giant, red, skinless eagle, but the man sitting down would probably hear the falling blood patting against the ground before noticing the demon. If he looked up in time, he'd be able to see a skinned demon in the instance of landing close to him!

21-Oct-2015 04:33:03 - Last edited on 21-Oct-2015 04:36:49 by Azigarath

NarBloodwolf

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Rovaan waited diligently for Joric's response to his reply. But the waiting was short lived when someone burst through the inn's door. Not wanting to cause a stir or conflict, Rovaan resisted the urge to draw his sword as he heard someone behind him order the innkeeper upstairs. Rovaan's sense of unease only grew when the person had begun asking questions pertaining to him and Joric as well as the others in their group. Rovaan masked his unease well, but tension was soon building within him to do something about the stranger.

Luckily, before Rovaan could draw his blade after sitting still for so long, and turn around to tell the stranger to mind their own business and get out, Joric took over the situation. Even still Rovaan turned around in his seat to face the newcomer but without drawing his blade. He kept his head low as he peaked out from under the shadows of his hood, so the strange looking old man could not make out his features. But Rovaan had a clear view of the old man at the same time. From the way the old man stood, and the sound of his voice, Rovaan knew there was something off. But rather than press the issues himself, knowing how his words sometimes were misinterpreted, Rovaan let the wordsmith of a dwarf Joric keep going.

~This is the second stranger to randomly appear today after being delayed on the bridge. This cannot be just coincidence. Something isn't right here.~ Rovaan pondered to himself as he raised his hand and rubbed the light stubble on his chin in thought.

It was clear by his movements that Rovaan shared Joric's concern and suspicions of that there was no question. But several questions Joric didn't ask ran through Rovaan's mind. Why did this man order the innkeeper upstairs and second, why question them in particular. Finally, how did he know that he and Joric were not alone in the town. All these things screamed alarm in Rovaan's mind, but without cause, Rovaan refused to act without knowing more.

21-Oct-2015 20:35:46 - Last edited on 21-Oct-2015 20:36:09 by NarBloodwolf

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