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Inferi

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As for her, she was indifferent. If the demon proved too much, she would fight to their end and then flee, for she had no intention of sacrificing her life if there was no other route that the path towards a goal would take. There were always other paths, and although they all led to the same end that was an end that she did not feel like traversing just yet. There were still answers that needed to be found, still things undone, and the path that she walked did not yet hold them.

Even so, she wanted it dead. Demons were an abomination, and the teachings of the Church said they should be destroyed. That was enough for her, just not enough for a suicide attack.

It wasn’t until she returned to where Alania and Charles were that she got the distinct impression that something was horribly wrong. The feeling was stronger near them, although nobody but her seemed to be feeling it. Soldiers walked around like there was nothing wrong, talking and grumbling about their task, and for all intent and purposes it seemed she was going mad.

Yet she knew something was off, and the blood that dripped ever so slightly from Sir Charles’s mouth confirmed that. They weren’t just sleeping, not in the middle of the camp like this. Something was happening to them, something that couldn’t be good, and something that she could do absolutely nothing about because she had no idea what it was.

Eyes narrowing, she sat down several feet away, withdrawing her pistol and watching them intently. If something was going to change about them, she wasn’t going to let it endanger anyone else. Unfortunately, there was nothing she could do but sit here and wait for something to happen. Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

07-Apr-2016 20:37:43

Azigarath

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Playroom


Siera had many heavy thoughts, but once she understood the situation, she began to overcome the terrors. Her Song of Harmony would defeat Chaos, for although Spirry did not view his realm as chaotic or disorganized, who could ever think that this playroom was anything but chaos? Spirry could not understand himself or his actions, a rather painfully obvious feature due to his childish mindset and behaviour.

Sir Charles had knocked away the gruesome grapplers, and everyone would then realize they could destroy the machines rather easily if they had to. Siera had taken the burden of suffering, and this seemed to be when the two Spirrys began twitching. Although they delighted to feel and inflict agony and misery, they were not immune to the effects of a crusher of Chaos.

Soahc had already left upon feeling Siera's Harmony as well as being uninterested in this mass-produced cacophony of flesh and metal, but neither of Spirry's bilocated forms left, perhaps he was resistant to anti-demonic forces. Having spent several millenniums in constant physical and mental torment, yet feeling joy because of that, Spirry would be quite tolerant to a demon's equivalent of hell.

Siera was the exact opposite of Chaos indeed, Harmony overcoming Chaos. When Sir Charles bashed aside the mechanical contraptions, they broke apart, like ashes of shadows, and were blown away. If Charles or Alania had to break any more aggressive mechanical contraptions, they would be able to do so.

'All he wants to do is hurt you' followed along that this place was not real, and courage to stand up to it, mixed with the Song, was an elixir to Chaos. Mechanical Spirry keenly stared at Siera, and then the two Spirrys looked at each other, once again gazing at each other as if they hated one another.

08-Apr-2016 05:52:39 - Last edited on 08-Apr-2016 05:55:08 by Azigarath

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“No, this is not as real as I would like it to be, but this is a memory, I think, a memory of the past, or perhaps a vision of the future? Eh, no matter, the Eight-legged One who came from the future will bring this world unto the future's destruction and chaos as it must be, and once the shadows, the darkness, the blackness, enshrouds the world, well, you will need much more than singing songs to take it away. For, truly I tell you, there will be enough music and blood to silence its sufferers.” Newborn said eagerly, and then he licked his teeth.

Mechanical Spirry somewhat sunk into the black floor, dissipating into shadows, and then reappeared behind Siera, first as a shadow, then a bloodied silhouette, and then back to his skinless, fleshy form, machinery inside him heating back up and sizzling aloud with smoke fuming from his cooking flesh.

“Perhaps, you have thought that it is I who truly needs you here?” Spirry asked rather quietly, leaning forwards so that Siera could feel his breath and maybe even the blood constantly dripping from him, clasping his hands behind his back, wings and tail relaxed, and then he inched closer to Siera's ear, and then whispered with venomous breath, “If you ever ruin my creations again, I will personally throw you into Chaos, and your suffering will be extraordinary, even in hell's standards.”

At that, both Spirrys lowered their gazes and licked their teeth and gums. But, this world was losing its connection to the minds it affected or the minds of those who came in, and there was limited time remaining. If anyone wanted to speak to either Spirry, or fight them or the receding machines, now was the time.

* * *

Outside the nightmare, Kat stumbled upon Alania and Charles. Most of the soldiers nearby did not seem to care, but Kat felt the presence of evil. Who knows what would happen next?

08-Apr-2016 05:52:55 - Last edited on 08-Apr-2016 20:49:40 by Azigarath

Sir Duncan88

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Hamstead B&B

Conleth listened as the strange being took its time to monologue, making sure to insult various party members and gloat about how powerfully it was and all the evil stuff it was going to do. This was fairly standard procedure, after all.

It looked like several people were already fighting the creature, but to no avail it seemed, as it either countered their attacks or seemed unaffected. Perhaps it was immune to anything physical? He doubted his knives would do much good, anyway. It even managed to dodge a magic attack, simply letting hit the party leader no less.

To make matters worse it seemed to be drawing power form some of the party members, apparently the ones with demonic powers if the howl from the hell-pup upstairs was anything to go by. But it did*’t look like any of them were interested in leaving, even when Kuro shouted to get them all out.

On the contrary, Rovaan was retaliating. Was this a good idea? Either way, there was nothing Conleth could do, their leader was knocked out and this great big*thing was threatening them. They were in a pretty desperate situation. So he just had to stand there and watch as the merely odd looking human from before was replaced with what could only be described as a walking volcano wolf with bat wings.

It was one of the most over-the-top, ridiculous things Conleth had ever seen, at least on par with Kuro’s alternate form from earlier on. Why did it have to be so…showy? He couldn’t help but think the lava was a bit too much to begin with, as the wings could at least be useful. But then it had to summon that sword…It was just too much. He wasn’t even scared any more, just mildly annoyed at how flashy everything had to be all the time. He could have almost found it funny if they hadn’t been in such a dangerous situation.

13-Apr-2016 19:13:40 - Last edited on 13-Apr-2016 19:15:51 by Sir Duncan88

Sir Duncan88

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By now it was difficult to say who was winning, although the barbarian warrior had managed to get some physical attacks to affect the fiend, and Kuro was…draining the creature? And had also begun taking on his alternate form, ~of course~ he thought to himself, imagining a sarcastic tone.

He had to do something, he couldn’t just stand there while the others fought. He was about to help, when suddenly the young girl shouted something to the creature. She wanted to free it ?!

He made a short, loud noise, then, as if on cue, there was a high pitched sound from outside. The glass of the window behind Conleth shattered, and the red kite came flying in, making a surprisingly melodic cry. He gestured towards Azul, and the bird began flying around the demon, attempting to distract it while Joric and Rovaan fought it.

He ran over to Annie. “Listen!” he said urgently, trying to sound reassuring, “There’s a difference between a slave and a prisoner. I don’t know what happened to this creature before, but right now, no-one is controlling him, and he’s trying to kill us.”

He then drew his daggers, ready to engage the creature.

13-Apr-2016 19:15:24

Annie1227
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Annie heard what Conleth just said to her but she disagrees with him as she was still praying to Arran to give her strength and teach how to make the portal to free this demons. Then she repiled to Conleth in frustrated voice,"these demons was summoned by a young mage who didn't know what they were doing so, they forced to be here. I am going to free them. I don't think he will try to kill us. He is only attacking us because, someone trying to capture it inside of someone. I have to do this. Please trust me!" She hopes they will understand this was her new job. -Dances-

16-Apr-2016 01:04:53 - Last edited on 16-Apr-2016 01:07:33 by Annie1227

Loaned Shark

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The Necromancer

The structure was of far better construction than the outer walls, and despite his earlier performance Ubaid was no burglar. Finding a way to clamber up would take too long, in comparison with simply looking through a window or stepping through the door, and the whole purpose here had been to avoid getting that close to begin with unless it was safe. Now, he suspected it was, and so such drastic measures would only waste what little time must surely remain to him. Still, it was always good to know what one was walking into...

He did not wish to send out a beacon to draw the aid he desired, for until he knew truly what awaited him inside the temple he had little interest in tempting fate. However, his servants followed his commands unquestioningly; and while the Twins were certainly scattered and frenetic by now, torn between coming to his aid and doing as they were bid, he had other servants who were not troubled by such familial obligations. Taking a moment to orient himself, he turned to face the way he had come, reached forth, and sought communion with a receptive, undead mind in that precise direction.

Come and see. Fly high, gaze within the temple, and then join me.

And, where Ubaid had left it on a spot of muddy nothing, the undead crow took wing. Clawing high into the sky with raucous fervour, the master's mind entwined again with her own, his scout turned to the task at hand. She would obey: She would fly high over the town's walls - in hopes, the congested intelligence housed within that avian body now realised, of avoiding the attentions of the wall's guardians - and look upon the structure her master had indicated; and then, braving the elements, she would descend to his side. Nothing else mattered.

Ubaid held out little hope that the bird would endure. But then, she did not have to; she needed only to get one good look inside the dome, and he would know what awaited him. All seeing. All knowing. All scumbag.

17-Apr-2016 18:44:49

Loaned Shark

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While he waited for the bird to begin her run, the ghost meticulously obscured his scrying spell, smearing the lines he had drawn upon brick and mortar until what remained could not betray the magics he had made use of. And then, at last, he stepped about the corner fully, his sword passed under the black cloth he was swaddled in to avoid reflecting the light, hunched and hurrying towards the building like a frightened townsperson.

Upon reaching the doors, he predicted, the crow would have had sufficient time to reconnoitre the temple and possibly be obliterated for her trouble. There, the cloak would be discarded, and just before he crossed the threshold he would sketch the entropic wards which chilled the foe and stymied their attacks upon him, as Brodus and countless others before had experienced. If the crow were to find anything more untoward – a small battalion of troops in reserve, or a wizard’s circle determined to make some last stand by their prize – then he would of course hesitate, and prepare for a battle he would much rather have avoided. Failing that, the ghost would enter.

If the crow did survive her journey, then all the better. She would be instructed to fly in first. All seeing. All knowing. All scumbag.

17-Apr-2016 18:44:55

D F Angel

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Hamstead

Etheldredda's eyes opened.

A blonde girl was crouched over her, a child in full war armour, and she was shouting at a man in a forest-green cloak, who seemed to be desperately trying to communicate something to the girl. What was going on? She felt constrained, trapped, she could feel the extremities of her face as though they were on fire. What had she awoken to? Her rattling breath came through, sucking air into an iron mask, a mask of her own making, the grotesque, deformed visage of the hagfather's face wrought into metal, and she remembered.

The dull echo of her breathing in the mask, the ruin of her face which lied beneath, the perfect features she had boasted before, and who had given her such inhumanly appealing looks. She remembered her mother putting her in chains, she remembered the pits where men were taken to be bred like cattle or else cut open still-living for some cruel experiment. She remembered her mother's mother, the great mother , and what she hoped to accomplish. She was Etheldredda, and the world had carved out a path of vengeance for her to take. Filled with rage, filled with hatred, she would never be a true hero, not like the people who surrounded her.

And she would not give up until every member of her family was dead.

She rose from between Annie and Conleth with the sort of speed one should never consider when standing after being unconscious, and felt the blood rush through her head as vertigo kicked in. Grinding her teeth together she stood tall, and found her hand was still gripping tight her spiked mace. Even when knocked out, Etheldredda would not give up her weapon so easily. Not when there was so much killing to be done.


Ahead, the Titans of Hell were doing battle. Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

08-May-2016 23:14:44

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