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Quick5ilvr

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Insects bonded together by some unknown will. Worms mimicking muscles with surprising accuracy, various beetles and ants crawling through the decaying skin and giving it the semblance of life again. A disgusting, warped life. But a vengeful one. A group of wasps sped into the room, landing on their new hive and making their way inside.

Many have become one. They all silence, listening to...me. Why? Who am I to command this?

The door swung open, a couple more men, different from before, entering slowly and shaking their heads in disbelief. The reinforcements froze when they saw the corpse standing before them, shifting its weight as though unsure of its footing. Where eyes should have been, several poked out. Watching them. Waiting for something.

Waiting for me to tell them...

*What the hell are you?”

Tell them that these men need to die. They killed you.

*What the hell are you!?,” he shouted again. The others began to edge uneasily towards the door.

I don’t know.

They drew their weapons, and in that instant, he knew.

You are a problem. I need to fix it.

The room exploded into a mix of clicks and buzzes, men fled the room shielding their faces from the barrage of stings and bites. The creature bent down to one knee, becoming more sure of its strength. Lifting a dropped sword from the ground, it listened to the voices calling to it. In the blind flurry of the Swarm, only it could see. And here, on the ground, a killer at his mercy. He raised the sword above his head and arced it downward.

I made it better. I can do more.

Looking down at its kill, its first kill, it felt a strange sensation.

This is happiness. This is your purpose. Find it again! Cower, worship, or beg. All are valid choices.

05-Nov-2015 03:07:52 - Last edited on 05-Nov-2015 03:09:38 by Quick5ilvr

Quick5ilvr

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The Swarm fumbled with the fresh kill, a mass of insects working for their new master, the unseen force that guided them. They carried piece by piece of the man’s armor and adorned their hive with its trophy. Sickening crunches sounded as it simply looked at the body, the Swarm completing its work by carrying ribs up to the left arm before stabbing them inside. Beetles did not hesitate to hide the puncture.

What am I?

Wordlessly, it turned towards the door. The Swarm that had secured its victory returned and found their home. The door creaked open, and the creature marveled at the night sky.

We are a Hive, now. We will kill, we will grow, and Vengeance will be ours.

Sword in hand, the Hive turned towards the rest of the mercenary camp and walked with a growing sense of purpose.

The swarm burst forth. Men screamed. The Hive feasted. Cower, worship, or beg. All are valid choices.

05-Nov-2015 03:09:46 - Last edited on 05-Nov-2015 03:10:43 by Quick5ilvr

Inferi

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The Local Pub

Since her escape from reality had been broken by...well, reality, Siera didn't particularly want to stay here too much longer. While she hadn't noticed anybody really looking her way yet, she still felt a bit uncomfortable in a tavern that was located in the town that had sent the militia to Copperdale. Add to this that they didn't like magic, and weren't nearly as tolerating of it as they had been back there, and it made her feel uncomfortable.

It made her wonder how she had felt comfortable travelling on her own, playing in every inn and tavern she came across, but the answer to that was fairly obvious: her voice. Having a voice had made her much less susceptible to sudden attacks, both because she could shout for help and because she could make a nearly-instantaneous magical response. That wasn't the case when she had to use an instrument, and even though she was travelling with others it made her feel more vulnerable in a situation like this.

Still, they were supposed to get information, and Annie seemed to be willing to go out and get it. If that was the case, Siera had no issue, and it allowed her to at least play a little more while she was waiting. The alcohol wasn't something she was going to consume, but the fact that the little girl had gotten it for her was both confusing as to why they let it happen and nice that she had bothered to spare the thought.

Writing, "

If you think it is that important, go ahead. I will wait here until you are finished.

" she tucked the quill away, pushing the message back to Annie so she could see it.

The message relayed, Siera put the flute back to her lips and started playing again, choosing a slightly more subdued version of what she had been playing before. She wasn't trying to lose herself in it this time, only to pass the time while Annie did what she felt was necessary. Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

08-Nov-2015 02:20:09 - Last edited on 08-Nov-2015 02:20:50 by Inferi

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Annie1227

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Annie read Siera's note and replied with a smile," yes, I think it's important. So, we know what we are dealing with. I'll be right back with that information." She walk up to the bar to asked the bar tender who she talked to before to come back so, she can ask her question. -Dances-

08-Nov-2015 02:31:34 - Last edited on 08-Nov-2015 02:33:55 by Annie1227

Quick5ilvr

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The Hive

I'm still hungry.

Silence.

What am I doing?

Silence.

The voice that had been guiding the Hive since its sudden birth had gone silent. Strange that it sounded exactly like its own thoughts. Even stranger that it heard a voice and could hear itself speak, although it was also certain that the only sound it released was a dulled hum of drones at work.

Stranger still, that I can even consider this.

Still, the creature shambled forward. It pushed branches aside, but quickly noted that it did not feel the branch against its hand. It did not feel the earth below its feet.

I'm so confused. This is wrong.

Or perhaps you're simply trying to remember a sensation long since dead. Have you killed anything recently?

You ...I mean, I did not kill you. I just meant...I have not heard from you in a while. What am I doing? And...no, I have not killed anything.

You're living wrong, then. Find something worth killing, destroy it, and then find something else. Eventually we'll find the one who killed us.

Are we not alive? You say I am living wrong, and yet you say I have been killed. I am confused. The creature stopped a moment, insects crawling from the skull and taking flight, looking for anything that the Hive could interact with. Maybe something to kill. Why did it want to kill so badly?

You are confused because you know so much, yet so little. As for "Are we alive?", I suppose that depends on your definition of life.

Something in the distance was definitely alive, according to a humble fly that had returned from its scouting mission. The Hive turned towards its direction, and continued its march. Strange, to feel purpose. What was it going to do to whatever it found? Perhaps it should ask.

Should I kill it?

Silence.

I'm going to kill it. Cower, worship, or beg. All are valid choices.

08-Nov-2015 02:41:10

D F Angel

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Hamstead

The Stowaways

"Warning duly noted," responded the elderly intruder, grimacing slightly at the dwarf's continuation of his punning streak but giving a re-assuring half-smile to show that he wasn't completely devoid of humour.

His eyes wandered to the babyish hellhound, which was lolling its tongue as it regarded the wizened mage. The mage regarded the animal with just as much interest as it seemed to be giving him, raising a quizzical eyebrow as he looked into its eyes. "This is no summoned beast," he eventually realised aloud, apparently taking the animal's actions for that of an animal and not simply some demon making an active mockery of the form it had taken. Rather than being repulsed at the presence of a demonic being, as one might expect, he sounded more curious about the fact.

"Naturally," the wizard said in response to Rovaan's comment, giving a low bow of submission. But the old man gave a double take when Rovaan's mouth opened and out came an arcane and other-worldly tongue, as the man calmly attempted to communicate with the aforementioned beast. Yes, things were definitely not as they seemed here, that was pretty evident.

Before he could say anything else though, the door slammed open, and in entered Etheldredda and Conleth...

The docks

"The wolf," Etheldredda repeated in confirmation to Conleth. Rovaan had struck the hagspawn as powerful and competent, yet there was no doubt his transformations were frightening to say the least. Etheldredda was half a monster, so she knew his demonic heritage did not condemn him. But being half a monster, Etheldredda knew exactly how hard it was to control your base instincts...

"What you saw was his true form, the man is the enchantment," Etheldredda explained briefly. She was not a fan of magic, in fact she simply detested it, and did not wish to linger on such a subject for any longer than was absolutely necessary. Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

12-Nov-2015 02:29:28

D F Angel

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Speaking of magic, Conleth nonchalantly began communicating with birds as though this was a skill everyone possessed, and barely skipped a beat in the conversation either. Was the ability to speak the tongue of animals one based in magic? Or simply in skill? Knowing that such questions would make her sound paranoid, Etheldredda decided to brush the issue to the side for now.

A bitter taste filled Etheldredda's mouth as Conleth became caught on Etheldredda's usage of the term 'my' in reference to the coven. Dark memories filled the forefront of her mind's eye, enraging her, steeling her for the battles to come.

"I was born their slave," she clarified for the man. "Hagspawn are used to lure men towards the coven to be put into the breeding pits, or as the lab rats for new potions, curses and illusions. The coven is ruled by The Great Mother- she abandoned her real name centuries ago- and she is the first person on my death list. No, second. My mother is the first."

Apparently considering such a statement not abnormal for general conversation, Etheldredda carried on with their walk. As they passed through the streets she spotted a young woman pulling a man into an alleyway, all giggles, and the hagspawn was reminded of herself. Letting someone buy her a few drinks, taking them to the forest's edge to get some peace and quiet, her sisters closing in as soon as he'd taken off his sword belt, his screams for help as he was dragged deeper into the shadows of the trees...

The return of Conleth's feathered friend brought Etheldredda out of her ruminations. Someone was at the inn? No way that floundering idiot Federic* had returned, surely? Considering that most of this town wanted to kill Joric and Rovaan, Etheldredda figured this was going to be bad news.

"Yes, we may need to leave soon," she said darkly, marching off towards the bed and breakfast... Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

12-Nov-2015 02:29:42

D F Angel

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One solid kick from her iron-clad boot was enough to shatter the lock and knock the door open.

Etheldredda observed Joric and Rovaan. Neither of them had their weapons out, but neither of them looked at ease either. Only the hellhound seemed to be pleased with the situation at hand- and whenever a demon seemed to be enjoying itself, you knew you were in for trouble.

The unwanted stranger in the room- tall, so old his beard stretched ponderously towards his groin, leaning on a staff of mangled roots that seemed to have been carved from the world's oldest tree, and the man's wrinkled face seemed to mark him as the planter of the world's oldest tree.

"This place should invest in a better lock," the old wizard mused, not at all unruffled by the dramatic entrance of the hagspawn.

"What are you doing here?" Etheldredda asked, ignoring the man's irrelevant comment.

"Helping," he said simply. It seemed the man had either given up on his vague and ominous tactics that he had used on Joric and Rovaan, or simply did not trust Etheldredda enough to voice the same ideas that he had done for the original inhabitants of the room. He certainly seemed to be looking at her in repulsion- specifically at her mask, forged to look like the very monster they hoped to prevent the summoning of.

"That's a poor attempt at matching the look," the man noted, tilting his staff towards the hagspawn's mask- Etheldredda tensed immediately at the inclination. "Have you ever seen the Hagfather?" Etheldredda's mask was unflinching, yet unresponsive. "Do you have any idea what you're up against?"

"Who sent you?" How did this man know about their mission? Had word spread this far already? She had thought herself subtle in recruiting at a bar back in Porkstead. Could the hags already know?

"I sent myself." He seemed to have lost interest in the conversation, for he now padded over to the fireplace and eased himself slowly and laboriously into a seat. Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

12-Nov-2015 02:29:54

D F Angel

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"I'm here to train Annie Wells in the art of magic," he eventually said, after the painfully long process of bending his knees so that he could fall into the chair was finished- the grinding of his bones against one another as he moved was nauseating. "And offer you what assistance I can. Monsieur Federico recommended I join your company. The name's Tempora Sage."

The Local Pub

The ditsiest barmaid on the planet waltzed on over to Annie as the young girl called her over. "A refill already? Crikey, you could drink ol' Barry under the table!" She pointed a thumb towards 'old Barry', who was laying unconscious on top of a pool table whilst patrons tried to carry on their game as normal around his body. "Whaddaya want?"

Espionage

The Black Knight

The air elemental, lacking feet and instead ending on a point which hovered above the ground, spun on its axis like a spinning top towards Brodus, its detached head and hand followed suit a moment later. It drifted ethereally towards the tower edge which overlooked the walls at an almost leisurely pace- the reason soon became evident as its other hand flew up to return to the body.

The elemental clearly saw no reason to go down and directly engage the swordsman when it had an aerial advantage- if it was also intimidated by the man's quick and successful slaughter, it gave no hint of this- and instead gathered its hands together. In the space between the two floating claws a swirling vortex of air appeared and grew, perfectly circular, looking like a ball which within it was trapped the rage of a great storm. Pushing its palms outwards, the elemental sent the air blast forwards and towards Brodus's feet. Whatever it made contact with would cause it to release the winds trapped within it, expanding in all directions. A lucky shot would throw Brodus from the walls, or crash his skull against the hard floor. Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

12-Nov-2015 02:30:05

D F Angel

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The Assassin

The black-powder bomb bounced once, and rolled.

One guard turned to the other. "Bert, did you just break wind-"

KABOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

An arm flew over the parapets and a high-pitched wailing, doubtlessly emitted from the feminine figure of the air elemental, pierced the air. But when the dust was settled, the guards were no more, and neither was the air elemental.

Below, in the tower itself, loud voices indicated there were some very concerned guards grabbing weapons and getting ready to launch a full and bloodthirsty investigation into the source of the noise. Sileo had the doors attached to the walk-way, the trapdoor at the tower's top or the windows at the side to enter the tower and combat this threat- or he could simply hop over the wall and carry on his merry way, consequences be damned.

The Pyromistress

With the magical alarm system already triggered, Kira's floating passage over the walls went without event. The air elementals far below her were either too heavily locked inside their own personal battles, or else had not the forethought to check the skies for enemies. The one that Kira had personally activated seemed to be staring rather warily at a bush which swayed occasionally in the breeze.

Below, the entire layout of the village was displayed to the fire manipulator. At the dead centre, situated at the pinnacle of the hill, was a keep, a towerless structure with great foreboding walls and a moat, its flat roof overlaid with glass to make a greenhouse, growing a variety of vegetables and exotic plants.

To the northwest there was a large, paint-deprived building which could only be the nunnery, and due south of the keep was an octagonal building of a chalk-white colour, clashing with the other buildings with just how modern it looked. Walking sentry throughout the streets were warriors and mages alike, apparently waiting patiently for the outbreak of a fight. Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

12-Nov-2015 02:30:15

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