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D F Angel

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Around a great bonfire, the Cult of Soahc prayed for the merciless slaughter that their Lord was surely enacting, and saying their goodbyes to the soul of Molloran, (whose body had mysteriously vanished, which everyone assumed to mean he was dead.) Cold Ethyl, easily spotted in her filthy robes of purple and green, with a plethora of coloured feathers attached and a multitude of jewellery which she had plucked from the hands of the dead she had enticed to their doom over the years, was just returning to the camp after having met with a travelling swarm. Raspur Cain was waiting for her like the sniffer hound he was.

"You dice the ******?" He asked, his voice cracking like the whip he bore at his side.

"Worthless scum!" Cold Ethyl snapped back. "I do not answer to dirt like you." And she stormed past the man as though he were nothing.

"Soahc put me in charge of your filthy *****, so get your f***ing soggy, droopy **** back here and-"

Ehtyl swung around, her claw of a hand gripping at the mercenary's heart. Raspur's flintlock was out too, pressed on her withered gullet. "It is Bloodgift's will alone that keeps me from feeding you to the undead. Remember that, child." She removed her hand and turned away once again, seemingly unafraid of the fact that Raspur had been pointing his flintlock at her.

"Undead don't need feeding you f***ing daft *****," Raspur said, more to himself than to her, and skulked off to continue his perimeter of the defences whilst Ethyl joined the three sisters she had brought along with her, the three that had conjured the storm which darkened the sky now, and had allowed for Soahc's sneak attack to take place.

"I think that one's taken a liking to you," giggled Gyln, the tallest of the four sisters, unaffected by hunchback, who wore a long, emerald gown seemingly made for a ball, made more hideous by the amount of ancient, flabby skin it revealed underneath. Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

08-May-2016 23:16:44

D F Angel

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"I'll drink his blood," promised Ethyl. "We'll find Bloodgift a new rodent to lead the dregs. Like we need that arrow fodder."

"Maybe the redhead Sylvi is so fond of?" Cackled Glyn, showing a mocking smile towards the sister in question, revealing that all of her teeth had been sharpened down to points. Syl*i, the shortest and fattest, (she was rotund enough to not make it clear whether she was hunchbacked or not,) in yellow and brown with eyes, ears, and other pieces of animal flesh tied into her ensemble, rolled her eyes at the accusation.

"And? What's not to like, hmm? He's big and he's stupid. I'll take his child then take his life."

"Let's hope he's the one on top then, you're likely to crush him!" Glyn squealed, and the fourth sister cackled along with her.

"Quiet!" Snapped Ethyl, annoyed by her younger sisters' mindless squabbling. "We've abandoned the Hagfather for this! Don't waste my time with your petty games. Until the Deceiver fulfils his end of the bargain, we must be vigilant. He has too many recruits, he'll be setting at least one up for a fall. We will not be the ones left behind."

They spoke then in hushed tones, united in their aims, relaying to one another what information their hagspawn had gathered by spying on the other members of the group, what was useful, what could be used against the others. At one point a bird defecated upon Sylvi, and the bloated hag excused herself in order to murder it, sifting through the tents of the camp with her eyes on the sky.

The peregrine falcon, now free of a load and having landed, shifted once more into a tall, handsome, ginger barbarian. His armour was studded leather, his cloak bearskin, his smile white but missing plenty of teeth. He walked around the corner and there bumped into the hag, grinning broadly. Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

08-May-2016 23:17:04 - Last edited on 08-May-2016 23:20:27 by D F Angel

D F Angel

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"Ready for another round?" He asked loudly, and nearby mercenaries cheered him on- it was a brave thing to sleep with something as ugly as a hag- but a fat hag? It was so disgusting it was legendary. He patted the tent besides them affectionately, as though inviting her in, and Sylvi reached out, clenched onto his hand, and dragged him inside.

"So?" Sylvi asked him in a hushed whisper, and the smile wiped off the shapeshifter's face in an instant.

"They're just your typical adventurers," the shapeshifter lamented.
"Soahc, go out of his way to lure in a bunch of nobodies?" Sylvi shook her head, setting her chin a-wobbling. "No, they're special."
"They're average," the shapeshifter insisted. "Not strong enough to face him, anyway."
"Few are," Sylvi responded, tugging nervously at a frog's leg she was using as a pin. "I don't think they're the main prize, just a side order. He's known to juggle multiple schemes at once."
"Should I kill them?"

The hag paused to consider this.

"No... It's best we keep watching, try to figure it out. At the very least, their arrival will distract the others. But we won't be caught off-guard, and that gives us the advantage. "

"Should we tell them?"

"What? Soahc is up to something? What kind of halfwit couldn't figure that out? They're heroes, they'll play their role out. Now leave, if we stay here too long, my sisters will send their spies. Glyn has already noticed we've been meeting."

And so the ginger barbarian was thrown from the tent, to be hailed with cries of, "You finished ALREADY?" and other bawdy jaunts. Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

08-May-2016 23:17:14 - Last edited on 08-May-2016 23:21:12 by D F Angel

D F Angel

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Encampment of the Empire

"Hard t' ge' me outta girl's 'eads, it's true," Karstone said, with a reassuring smile, patting Alicia on the side of the arm. He followed her gaze back towards the others that had accompanied them north. Something strange was certainly occurring, but Karstone knew he did not have the capacity to aid in any way. They were either tired, or it was magical mumbo jumbo, and he was starting to have a sneaking feeling that the spell was triggered by proximity, and wanted to get as far away from this place as possible.

Following Alicia's path towards Mugwo the ogre, who was trying to play golf with his iron, spiked club but tragically missing the rock in question every time, looking hopefully off into the distance and then pouting when he noticed the rock wasn't whizzing over the horizon. Karstone could easily see why it was suspicious for Mugwo to be kitted out in full armour, (patchy as the armour was, it was evidently made for ogres,) given the seeming lack of intelligence on display.

"Me Mugwo," Mugwo introduced himself once again, seemingly oblivious to the fact that they had already met earlier.

"Aye, s'pose you are. I'm Karstone Greatjohn, and the wife's Alicia," he said, giving a nod in Alicia's direction and sending her a cheeky wink for good luck. "Been thinkin' you could take us to your ogre city, what d'ya say?"

"Mugwo can take you there," Mugo stated, nodding his head all sage-like. "Capital of Og is mighty Og City. It this way," and just like that he gestured over his shoulder, turned, and then began marching off towards the ogre city, which was apparently named after the ogre country itself, (or the other way around.) Though Karstone also had a sneaking suspicion that the ogres might not even realise that their city and country shared the same name.

"I'd ask the galoot questions," Karstone confided in Alicia, "Bu' Ah think he's a few spades short o' a sandcastle, if yah catch me meaning." Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

08-May-2016 23:21:38

D F Angel

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The bars that Alania had been trying to destroy, the people behind them, the mechanical contraptions that had loomed overhead and the blood-streams which painted the floor, it was all falling away. Alania was sobbing harder than she ever had before, sobbing as though wishing to throw her own lifeforce out of herself, her eyes stinging with the salt of her tears so much so that she could not even notice the change around her- not, at least, until she heard the singing.

Ahead, an angel-wrought-blue stood, defended by a knight of the faith, and such a beautiful song was coming from her. It filled Alania up with something she had not realised she had lost until that moment- hope, hope for a better world. She gladly took on Siera's offer of bearing the burden, she had felt so dark that she was desperate to let the light in. She rubbed her eyes of her sleeves, (her cyan-coloured armour not feeling at all like armour as she wiped at her eyes, reminding her that this was just a dream,) and moved to her feet once more, walking slowly to stand besides Siera, and there the three of them were, united against the horrors of this vision.

It was the woods witch who spoke into the void, after having given pause to listen to the words of the two Spirrys, to the song of Siera. "

The last god comes again. His first was not the first, and his forgotten heir's son runs blindly from his past to his past. The forgotten comes again, flouting the first god's efforts. When all futures are watched, you must make a new present. For the past to be stopped, a new god must be risen.

"

With her prophecy given, the woods witch opted out of the vision. Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

08-May-2016 23:22:28

D F Angel

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Alania had paid attention to it, but put it to the back of her mind. Riddles were one thing- Spirry was another. There were two, the one she had seen, and the one of the dream, the metallic. The metallic reflected the metal world that had been built around them, this 'playroom', so different from the Newborn. She could tell that the Newborn was confused, did not know what was happening or why. But the other, the Metallic, seemed much wiser, and much more deadly as well. This was the corrupting force, the evil, the devil of this realm and the devil that resided within Spirry. But the Newborn... The Newborn clearly was not understanding, was not a part of this.

"There's good in you," she said to the Spirrys, in clear reference to the Newborn. "And I'm going to help you." Siera had cleared her mind, had solidified her purpose. Alania knew what she must do: help this being back to the side of good, help it understand the world and become a part of it. Alania knew that if she really tried, she would succeed.

And then, finally, the dream world came crashing down into nothingness, and the participants awoke... Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

08-May-2016 23:22:50

Guthix SS4

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Kuro

"Azul you beg for your life, but how many have begged for you to spare them? How many people have you murdered each time you were summoned? How many of them begged like you are? You might be able to fool the girl that you are innocent but you and I both know the truth. You are waiting to be free to continue your path of destruction that you were prevented from when you attacked the Champion's Guild. I won't let that ever happen again, the grief you have caused will never be repeated again."

", Kuro stated speaking to Azul and speaking out to anyone else who would listen to him.

Kuro talks again now addressing Annie,

"He isn't a slave, he is a demon. Have you forgot what he did? The lives he took? You want him free? Then you go tell every one of those families and lives he ruined that you are freeing the monster that caused them so much suffering, so much pain and so much sorrow."

Kuro stopped talking and resumed to focusing on Azul and containing him.

All the sudden Kuro felt something as he tugged at the energy of Azul, he was pulling in more of the energy which was making it easier for Kuro to trap Azul again. The energy was being channeled into him. Siera's energy which Azul took, is now being channeled into Kuro. Being part demon himself the energy would have a similar effect that it was having on Azul, but since he isn't an elder demon he would get a worse reaction.

Suddenly Kuro's eyes widened, he then felt as if his chest was going to explode. His body felt as if it was burning. Kuro suddenly coughed and his demonic black blood came from his mouth. His body rejecting the energy, threatening to cause his body to fail, threatening to finish him once and for all. If Azul was linked he might be able to feel the threat this process. The energy threatens to kill Kuro and ending them both.

and nothing was spoiled

09-May-2016 00:34:02 - Last edited on 09-May-2016 00:35:49 by Guthix SS4

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Even though this reaction happened, it didn't stop Kuro, he nearly lost focus, but he bound back to pull Azul back into his body and doubling his efforts gambling with Azu either Azul submits or he dies by the energy that threatens to kill him. Either way Kuro knows this is the one way he can finally end this.

and nothing was spoiled

09-May-2016 00:34:26

Loaned Shark

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The Necromancer

The risk was incalculable, the reward unknowable. Ubaid could not justify setting a single foot inside that trap without some measure of security, but nor could he justify turning back now and simply letting Soahc take whatever he had come for. Mortal subtleties were not his forte, but from the bickering he could hear drifting from behind stone walls he surmised that the greatest refuge lay in audacity.

The bird fluttered up to his shoulder, and inspiration struck. Ducking back out of sight, his cloak pooling on the floor, Ubaid knelt and reached behind him to draw his black athame. Still stained with the sacrifices Brodus had borne witness to, Ubaid seized his avian servant between his fingers, splaying the creature out on the stone. Obedient to his silent commands, she flinched under the knife as Ubaid selectively obliterated the warding, securing spells he had carved there all those months ago, until her soul was no longer entwined with her body but barely clinging on by metaphysical fingertips.

Simply detonating the crow was, unfortunately, beyond his power. But the creature's soul had been forced into this new shell, congested and stifled; much had been lost in the process, which had since been... not 'perfected', but at least improved upon, in the Twins. Once her shell was destroyed, he had no doubt that the soul within would exult in her newfound freedom. She would try and seek out a new host, he knew. She would fail for none had been prepared, and she would fall screaming into the abyss that waited for all who remained unbound. How fortunate, then, that he would only need her fury for a few moments.

Particularly - he sliced a star across her wingspan, lines radiating out from the points - with a little encouragement...

His work done, he cast the bird into the air. The frame coming apart at the seams now, feathers detached from the rotting corpse and her wings clawed frantically as she lunged for the edge of the temple roof All seeing. All knowing. All scumbag.

09-May-2016 00:54:37

Loaned Shark

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Her success was as tenuous as her grasp on the physical plane, but the bird made it. Shedding skin and tendons, the pathetic wretch limped and clambered upwards, soldiering up towards the dome it had seen on the way down.

Ubaid waited, patient as ever, until the creature was almost in position. Raising his dented arm, Ubaid considered his palm; ancient, yellowed wrappings, breathing in and out as he moved to give the illusion of a palm actually being there.

He stabbed the athame down through the bandages, running parallel straight through where his wrist would be, and closed his fist about the visible pommel. He couldn't flex his wrist any more without the blade stabbing out or catching on his vambrace, but it would suffice. Then, he stood, seized his sword in his free hand, and stepped about the edge of the door with a flourish.

" The streets are not safe ," he announced unnecessarily. The air grew cold about his broken mask, the empty space between not merely black but nothing , a bottomless, infinite void with a burning spark of blue flame at the edge of sight. Gently, he rested his sword against the wall, and stepped away, raising his hands cruciform (with fists clenched, of course) to show that he was unarmed, and paying no heed to the inevitable panic of the doormen he stepped forward into the antechamber, towards the lectern.

"I am Ubaid, the Undying. I am the herald who was never sent, the doleful wail in the night. My master comes, with terrible fury, for treasures I know not what, and the echo of my boots is the fall of his." He fixed his gaze on the man in the centre, and let his arms droop. Figuring out how best to slaughter the witnesses could wait; for now, so close to where it must be, Ubaid stopped paying attention to the physical world and listened for the calamitous void which had drawn him here. What was it, where was it... "I would see that he fails in his quest. We have little time." All seeing. All knowing. All scumbag.

09-May-2016 00:54:56

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