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One was a conglomeration of incongruous body parts, placed together without rhyme or reason in some cruel mockery of real life, an imitation of the natural world that held within it all that was unnatural. The other was draconic, lupine, molten and monstrous, summoning from the depths a sword bound by chains and powered by sin itself. Had she been here before? Etheldredda felt as though she were back in Messia, back in the grips of the Dread Lord. Annie was here, and Siera, and Br'nard as well. Was history bound to repeat itself in an endless cycle? After all, Etheldredda had lost her face to the gunpowder of John Black, and when it was restored to her it was taken again by a mercenary's bomb.

Azul was charging forwards, unperturbed by the sheer might of a stool, which he trampled underfoot so effortlessly it made one wonder whether the demon had noticed it at all. Rovaan was coming the other way, lunging out with his sword, and a great crab's claw came out to seize the blade and hold it in its advance, the force of the clash sending out a shockwave which shivered the air and smashed into the walls of the establishment, shaking the foundations and buckling the support beams for the floor above...

On the staircase, Tempora Sage groaned as a shockwave of his own making expanded from his staff, the culmination of the energy he had been gathering together. The windows had all shattered, and the walls began to burst- but ever, ever so slowly. It was like a surreal dream, or a beautiful nightmare, as the devastation being dealt to the building grinded to a stuttering motion, the wood splintering by inches, the bricks crumbling by minutes. The time mage was holding the entire bed and breakfast together, by virtue of slowing down its destruction, but there was no way he could hold it for any long period of time- if they didn't get out soon, they would all be buried with the rubble. Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

08-May-2016 23:15:00

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An oily tentacle whipped out from Azul's biomass, swirling around Rovaan's blade and suctioning onto his arm to secure it in place, as a serpentine tail swooped out from below, weaving its way through the transformed warrior's legs, tightening, and attempting to swing the abomination off of its feet.

And then Joric Ironfist was upon him, and the elder demon in its preoccupation with its opponent was caught unawares, its flank pierced by the dwarf's sword, the ruptured skin letting out a putrid hiss of puss. An eye sitting upon a stalk swivelled in agitation and spotted the disturbance, less concerned about the attack and more furious that the mortal had the gall to launch such a suicidal move. But then Azul wavered, not physically but spiritually. The stabbing had caused a weakness, and Kuro was exploiting that weakness, drawing Azul back into his prison of the mind! Azul drew more energy from Siera, claws and spines blackening from soul-rot, and the elder demon tried channelling this energy through himself into Kuro, in the hopes that it would do as much damage to the half-demon as it was to himself.

The eye had locked onto Joric, a scaled finger prepared to lash out- and suddenly the eye was under assault, an aerial bombardment, a pecking and a pulling that caused the optical nerve to retreat into the body's whole as a snake's tongue rolled out to taste the air instead, to taste its new attacker. A ... a bird? It was a bird of prey, with large, powerful wings taking it to and thro, distracting, attacking, diving and evading. Infuriating! Azul felt anger welling up inside of him- he, an elder demon that should not know of emotion. His prolonged imprisonment within Kuro's mind had tainted his purity, his primordial existence. Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

08-May-2016 23:15:14

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Etheldredda watched the scene unfold, listening to the debate between Annie, Conleth and Kuro, or perhaps now that she was awake her body was recounting to her all that her semi-conscious mind had picked up around her. This was Azul, the one that had singlehandedly brought an entire village to its knees. Etheldredda had been there, a blacksmith's apprentice under Braddistan Clarke, but she had never managed to witness the beast. But Annie seemed to believe Azul was no true beast at all, just a victim of circumstance. Azul had not asked to be brought into this world, and had been forced to do heinous acts. Etheldredda could sympathise with that- she remembered her own upbringing, the things she did for the sake of the Coven, the people she had personally brought into slavery...

Etheldredda and Annie had fought side by side in the necropolis that was Capital City, waded together through the blood-rivers of Messia. Etheldredda had personally witnessed Annie Wells slay the Dread Lord. They had been through so much together, and strangely, Etheldredda knew that Annie was the closest thing to a friend she had. They even said she was a god now... Could gods be wrong?

"If Annie says the demon's to be spared, then we'll spare him," Etheldredda decided, to cut the argument between Conleth and Annie short. The hagspawn imagined she had some authority over Conleth, even though they had barely known one another. If she could get between the two warring demons, perhaps she could find some sort of armistice.

"The woman's deranged!" Yelled out Tempora Sage from the other end of the room, eyes locked with Conleth. "Take her out before she does for us all!" Etheldredda had begun moving forwards, eyes watching the demons struggling against one another, waiting for an opening. She heard the time mage's words, and startled turned towards him, her back to Conleth... Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

08-May-2016 23:15:25

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"

Annie, save me!

" Cried out Azul, as the blood oozing from the wound inflicted by Joric turned to essence which hoovered itself into Kuro, whose own aura was now coming to steal Azul's own corporeality. He was doomed, he knew it. He could have wrestled with Rovaan for aeons to a standstill, or killed Joric with the flick of a wrist, but that damned bird kept him from concentrating and Rovaan required all of his strength, and the opening Joric had was bleeding him. Even the three of them together the elder demon might have faced and won, but every wound he took gave Kuro even more sway over him, allowed the man even more power to lock him up once more. There was only one thing that could save Azul now. Annie the Abolisher, Avatar of Arran.

"

I will agree to any deal! I will write the contract in my own blood! I will fight for you, I will help your friends! Don't let them kill me! I'm too weak, and Kuro is draining me. The pain, it's too much! Save me, please, PLEASE!

"

~~Espionage~~

The Necromancer

AchUbaid the Undying's enthralled avian had little trouble in entering the town, its defensive wards having already been triggered. Instead of teleporting inside the walls as Kira had tried, the bird simply glided in, its non-magical entry allowing it to pass without trouble. From its view up high it would see fire, it would see destruction, it would see chaos wrought to a town as though plagued by the greatest evils of our time- which was of course the case.

Above the desired building, its eyes could see clearly through the glass dome at its centre. What it saw would be beyond its own measly comprehension, yet Ubaid looking through its mind would understand it clear enough. Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

08-May-2016 23:15:34

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The room was set up like an anatomical theatre. Circular, with stadium seating descending towards the centre. The seats were occupied by men in brown robes and different-coloured masks. It seemed the closer one was to the centre, the more prominent their position, as those on the highest seats to the outside seemed to be paying little to no attention to the proceedings at all, as though their opinion was not highly valued.

At the very centre sat a very fat man in black robes, a golden, plate-like disc attached to a chain around his neck. He was either their leader or their referee, but either way he was failing miserably in that regard, for he barely looked up from his feet as a man in a stern-looking blue mask dominated the scene, words unheard by the bird and unseen behind the facial covering. He was standing, shaking his fist, as a bearded man behind a silver mask with the crescent moon carved onto the front tried to calm him, to no avail. The blue-masked fellow was clearly outraged at another opposite him, who wore an orange mask with a large smile cut into it, but the man in question seemed more interested in nervously peering towards the door every few moments, as though looking for an escape, or that he was expecting company.

The other figures were less striking. A woman behind a red mask, the sun on the front, was engaged in conversation with a grey masked, ram-depicting man, the two apparently uncaring about the debate going on. Sat halfway between the man with the blue mask and the man with the orange was one of green, a timepiece of the front, who was either neutral to the debate or had fallen asleep. The man in the black mask depicting a spider-shark was clearly flirting with the woman with four stars on hers, the man in the white mask and raven's depiction was passed out drunk, and the blank, brown-masked individual was attended to by an assistant, indicating old age or incompetence of mind. Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

08-May-2016 23:15:43

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A final figure was at the very back, the hood of his robe up to cover his own mask's decoration, who lounged in such a way that it seemed he was sprawled across several chairs at once. He must also have been asleep, as the two to either side of him were talking over his body- they had clearly pulled the short straw with masks, as theirs were uncoloured, revealing the wooden make of the others; one carved into the likeness of a goat, the other a horse.

This was all the view had to offer, and soon the bird was beside Ubaid's side again, awaiting its next order. Now that the bounded ghost was this close to the building, he could hear one or two voices on the other side of the door, voices of confusion. Evidently they had heard some of the commotion outside, and were inquiring as to the safety of the streets outside...

The Black Knight

The Demigod burst with laughter at Brodus saying he had nothing better to do, clutching at his sides and turning around to face the disgraced knight once more. "A test," Soahc said, confirming the man's suspicions of his intentions. "Every villain's a different story, and I don't want to end up a villain of the past all because I didn't read the subtext." He flashed one of those easy smiles that came naturally to his deformed face, to the lips that tore through his cheeks and quite literally reached from ear to ear.

"The next task? Just because I'm a chaos god, doesn't mean you shouldn't think I'm telling the truth! I've been saying all along, it's to get a new leader for my dear cultists. And give my backup plan time to catch up, should what I have not prove enough for it," it seemed that Soahc was rambling more to himself than explaining anything to Brodus, "Oh, and keeping Daddy from realising what I'm up to before it's too late! Cue the evil laugh!" Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

08-May-2016 23:15:54

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Soahc however decided not to laugh, but to instead continue on with the conversation as though no laughter had ever been cued.

"It's terribly difficult keeping a plan together," he lamented to Brodus as he stretched out his arms, tendrils of the ethereal snaking away from him as he gathered up the energy required for his spell. "I'm not right-minded for it, truly I'm not. I went to assassinate King Damian on his coronation day but got side-tracked setting fire to a cat. Selathon would have mourned, but the kid that owned that cat balled . You can't imagine the sheer scale of such a plan, to convince me to keep it all together. This could be my magnum opus! So when you say you're loyal to me... I truly hope you mean that."

His smile increased, but there was a hint of threat in his eyes as his fingernails elongated to the floor, and the demigod began carving out the runes needed for the teleportation. Of course, the demigod was more than capable of teleporting him and others without the use of such carvings, (his abduction of Abraxus Richardson and Cadmus Solar certainly went off without a hitch,) but he had to make sure he wasn't rusty. He'd hate to underperform when it came to the big finale...

"The Pyromistress is loyal to the plan, but the others? The hag, Raspur the brave mercenary captain, the so-called 'lord of the crossroads'...? That's not to mention the ghost. Once he finds out I was the one who brought his civilisation to ruin, I don't think I'll be invited to his next birthday party. I can trust you to watch my back, can't I Brodus? Can I call you Brody?"

He winked as he finished the patchwork of interwoven symbols and glyphs.

"Now I'm told there's no warriors here for us to worry about. We're looking for the man in the orange mask, everyone else is expendable." The runes began to glow, and Soahc offered out his hand to Brodus, so that together they would teleport through to their destination... Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

08-May-2016 23:16:02

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Town Centre

With a swiftness these budding adventurers-to-be could never have hoped to have matched, Ryokin swept in on his prey, a young man with high hopes of growing a fourth moustache hair, who foolishly put his bow out in front of him as though it would act as any defence. The Lord of the Crossroads' claws snapped the wood in two, cleaving through the archer's body with such ferocity that his guts exploded out of the other side of him in a shower of gore and flayed skin.

In the same moment his unstable water projectile collided with another victim, forcing him ten feet backwards where the back of his neck came crashing down on some displaced rubble from a nearby building, snapping the body part and leaving him to choke upon his own blood.

Behind Ryokin, the Pyromistress's flames shot into the air like a beacon to all of the good in the world, a signal to the forces that would stand against the might of evil that their time in the sun was gone, that the sun itself was enthralled to dark forces. The knights didn't stand a chance, perhaps didn't even have time to register that they were going to die as the flames peeled flesh from bone and roasted them within their own armour.

When the towering inferno ceased, so too did the bravery of the men standing against them. Novice adventurers them all, they turned and ran, for what else could they do? How could they stand against such beings as these, those that have revelled in the death and misery of so many for so long? It was futile, they knew, and so they fled, never looking back, never again daring to think themselves capable of being heroes. They were cowards, the lot of them, and that was how they would be remembered forevermore. Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

08-May-2016 23:16:12

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There was one such adventurer though that was not a coward, but a true hero, the Hero of Copperdale who had prevented Azul from unleashing the hordes of the Demon Halls upon the mortal world. Cirion alone remained to stand up to these goliaths, and was given brief reprieve as The Devious ******* groaned and splintered, a great section of its hull hurtling down and crashing between the elf and his adversary, John Black.

It had seemed a chance of fate, yet evidently it was not so, for a figure dislodged itself from the shattered hull and landed in front of Cirion. A woman in her thirties, her clothes a mixture of leather and stitched-together animal pelts, her hair a muted auburn, her eyes brown with flecks of gold. She was beautiful, astonishingly so, except for her brow-bone, which was large enough to make her look permanently stern, and made it look as though her eyes were in sunken sockets, looking out like some wary, nocturnal creature.

"You do not have to die today," she whispered to the elf, pulling from her pocket a purple-coloured potion, which was producing a similarly-coloured fog which licked its way out of the bottle and into the surrounding air. She swigged half, and as it entered her body her body seemed to fade, to begin blending in with the ruined piece of ship behind her. It was not quite invisibility, but it was camouflage nonetheless. She offered the rest to Cirion, adding, "There is a way to defeat Soahc. Don't waste your life on the pawns, come with me."

As for the now-transformed Kira and Ryokin, they would find themselves free of targets, and therefore capable of continuing the mission as planned, if that was what they desired, or else continue on their march of mayhem through the town. Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

08-May-2016 23:16:21

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Foe in Flight

The peregrine falcon is the fastest breed of bird on the planet. Taking its shape allows one to cover a great distance, should they have the energy to keep at a persistent speed. This one in particular had flown throughout the day and now into the night, its exhaustion palpable but its resolve unwavering. Had it been a regular bird it would have died from the effort, but this was no bird at all, not truly.

Earlier, the falcon in question had taken the shape of a troll, but a troll like no other. It had been larger, monstrously larger, capable of powerful magic, and had found itself facing off against the forces of good at a bridge which sat upon a riverbed. When the shapeshifter had arrived it had found a much more regular troll lurking, with a gang of bandits waiting in the treeline to jump upon unsuspecting travellers. The troll had been bewitched by Soahc, but such bewitchment was no match for the beast that it was facing.

And so it replaced the troll, and lay in wait. Why had Soahc set a trap? Having already sprung the trap, the shapeshifter had resolved to wait for the would-be victims to arrive instead. It had fought them, and it had fled. Unhampered by natural boundaries in the skies, and willed on by the powerful magic that bound the creature together, it found itself now flying beneath a storm cloud no other- it had been summoned, doubtlessly. Ahead, a tower of fire blazed, birthing into this world a phoenix.

The peregrine falcon descended.

A makeshift camp had been thrown up. Trenches had been dug by bandits, barbarians and cutthroats under the watchful eye of Raspur Cain, mercenary captain. Pikes had been fashioned along the borders as well, though such obstacles were useless when faced with aerial intrusion. Tents were strewn about aimlessly for them, whilst the hagspawn slept upon the ground, (for the hags would not spare such luxury for them.) Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

08-May-2016 23:16:31

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