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Loaned Shark

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The Necromancer

For a moment, Ubaid could hardly contain his disgust. Dismissing the babbling cacophony, Ubaid's broken mask slowly turned to regard one of the wretches shattered by a little bad news. The blue novae of his eyes flared, taking in the lines burrowed through her powdered makeup; the mask and faith she had cast aside so readily; finally, settling on her eyes, matching her gaze unblinkingly.

Life. Necessary, yes, he was not blind. Under the right circumstances, with the right guidance, it could even be of greater value when trapped in the sagging, wheezing prisons Ubaid was surrounded with. But this was not life in any useful sense; this was a waste, a travesty. Whatever strengths these mortals purported to have, whatever goals they had imperfectly shaped themselves towards, he saw nothing that was not riven with faults and fissures. No soul was beyond use, not even these, but these specimens were fit to be tools rather than wield them.

He regretted letting the Tyrannian go now. A man of conviction required reforging, but the soul remembered what it had been. Passions could be redirected, skills sharpened, the flesh cut away until a being of pure, beautiful purpose remained. He was not as weak as his comrades, or as gullible; Ubaid could have used that, and what knowledge he had of his god. And, on a personal note, it would have given him no small amount of satisfaction to turn the man over to their pyromancer as a gift.

The mortals ceased their gibbering at the same time as Ubaid decided they were beneath his notice, turning away from the mouthpiece of Janus to behold his quarry. Ubaid was a creature of the spirit, defying nature through arcane power; if the idea of getting too close to a void in the world had chilled him, that thought paled in comparison to the dangers posed by angering it. Ubaid hoped he did not have to find out what entropy would do to this thing, for he suspected it would not go his way. All seeing. All knowing. All scumbag.

15-May-2016 23:16:21

Loaned Shark

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"Why do you tarry here?" he asked, stepping slowly towards the centre of the concentric theatre and stepping around any of the inconsequential rabble who got in his way. Let Molloran the Second do as he pleased; another cowardly, disillusioned cult leader was of no value. The first lay ready to rise again as soon as Ubaid was left alone long enough to see to it. "You are power . I have stood amidst sands and seas across millennia, seen this world, the one beyond and the veil which separates them. Never have I seen someone like you, but I could feel your being from such great distance."

Ubaid had not ousted the mortal on the podium, but here, where he did not look upon the creature side-on, he looked up and saw no mask to cast aside. Now, Ubaid was certain: These mortals had no idea what sat in their midst. Power deserved respect, at least until it was understood, and Ubaid bowed before what he suspected to be a prisoner. "I am the last of the Court of the Sepulchral City. I beg audience with the void-made-manifest."

Sir Charles

Siera was unwilling to tell Alania to drop it. Charles would have been in complete agreement. The traitorous, stupid, degenerate SCUM!

The insidious, cloying tendrils of the witch-girl's magic pawed at his mind, and this time Charles recognised it for what it was: A way out for the coward and the faithless. He would have simply rejected this heathen sorcery as unnecessary for a man of God, if he did not then see the devastating effect it wrought on Alania.

Her mind, filled with rosebuds and down feather, refused to accept the truth bleeding right in front of them: This thing had to die. His ire would have halted there, blunted by the thought that it must surely be the magic which condemned her to insanity, if not for how she had been responsible for all of this! All seeing. All knowing. All scumbag.

15-May-2016 23:17:40

Loaned Shark

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Magic was a trap, he had survived too many arcane travesties not to see that as clear as day, but here the corrupting, saccharine influence had only undone whatever spark of good sense had made Alania react with such horror and righteous hatred. The witch-girl's encouraging platitudes fell upon deaf ears: Sir Charles needed her as the only weapon he had, but his attention was split between the dragons he had to find a way to kill, and the moron he wanted to kill before she had the chance to sell them all out to the monst-

Sir Charles' eyes snapped ope- He couldn't breath!

Fire, searing, burning agony, his lungs howled and chest spasmed, darkness cornered in his eyes. Someone - Alania - had fallen asleep propped up against him, and Charles shoved her away as he clawed at his throat. Every desperate heave bubbled in his neck, worse than ever, and he realised he was drowning. Drowning again, just like the City and the sewers! God could not have saved him just so he could die like this!

His eyes bulging, Charles looked up to find himself staring into the barrel of a pistol. Squandering what little breath remained him in an outraged, strangled cry, the knight toppled backwards off his tree stump. Shuddering, gasping, all Charles could do was prop himself up on his hands and knees and hack up bloody phlegm on the grass, and hope he didn't get shot before he had a chance to tell them to point the gun at Alania instead! All seeing. All knowing. All scumbag.

15-May-2016 23:17:53

D F Angel

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Hamstead

Azul let out a high-pitched scream as Rovaan's axe sliced through its form, before Annie's shield fell all about him, shielding the elder demon from the wrath of the half demons- for both Kuro and Rovaan were on the outside of this shield. The elder demon took pleasure in this brief reprieve, until it heard the yapping of a gnat besides it, and the sinking of a blade into its flank-

Miraculously, Joric Ironfist had remained within the confines of the shield!

Etheldredda was meanwhile staring down the form that was Rovaan, the titanic beast that lay before her. Staring at it, she began to have doubts. Was she really going to defend Azul? If demons could be good, then why was she about to fight another? It had all made sense when she had woken up, her concussed brain trying its best to register the information, but suddenly, (perhaps a need for self-preservation triggered this thought process,) there appeared to be cracks in this line of logic. She hesitated, and that hesitation was all that was needed.

"Flutist, you might want to take a few steps back," advised Tempora Sage, who was grunting with the effort of slowing down the B&B's imminent destruction. The walls were splintering, wood cracking and brick shattering, and the time mage's eyes followed the ever-growing lines of destruction. The front room was going to be destroyed, of that there was no doubt, but the support for the hind-part of the building, upon which the first floor where Tempora Sage and Siera stood, was as-of-yet undamaged.

Following his own advice, the time mage shimmied backwards a few steps. Azul was an elder demon- there was no doubt that it had to be destroyed. Kuro, Rovaan, Joric, Conleth****'na**, they all seemed willing to die for the cause, (well, perhaps not Conleth, but there were collateral damage in all battles,) and the only way to stop Annie from protecting Azul was by providing a large enough distraction. Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

18-May-2016 15:11:22

D F Angel

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With a huff, Tempora Sage cancelled his spell, and the building collapsed on top of the fighters.

Espionage

Town Centre

Buildings blazed with magical fires as Kira's phoenix form soared above, bringing sunlight into the night. Below, the Lord of the Crossroads had created a demonic circle, had opened up a portal to the Demon Halls, to bring forth thralls of his own- only for the portal to have been hijacked, the summoning tainted by some outside force.

The pentagram seemed to bulge and froth, as though a great entity was clawing its way into the world, yet had found itself trapped. Although the magical alarms had already been triggered and the air elementals activated, the original wards that surrounded the town were still in place- nothing could enter the proximity of the town's walls through magical transport. Kira had learnt this to her undoing by trying to teleport in, and whatever Ryokin was summoning was about to learn the same thing-

The air distorted momentarily, a billowing magical wind which swept across the landscape but which could not be felt. The night fell silent for a moment...

And then from the ground burst a flurry of shadow-chains, and from the circle rose the Mechanical Spirry. If Ryokin knew that his portal had just been usurped, then perhaps he would not be pleased by the presence of the bleeding, iron monstrosity, but if the Lord of the Crossroads was unaware, then perhaps he was going to get a rude awakening once he tried to boss Spirry around...

Above, the phoenix would have been able to clearly see where the magical wind had emanated from- an octagonal, white-brick, modern building, outside which a knight and a demigod in red-and-yellow robes had just appeared. Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

18-May-2016 15:11:31

D F Angel

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Shadows in the Night

With both the mystery woman and Cirion now ensnared by shadows, she lead him away as quickly as she could risk them moving- for sudden movements would reveal their position. It wasn't a particularly grand cloaking spell, but it was fit for purpose, and the sudden appearance of the distorting magical wind meant that the two could pass out of the town centre without notice.

Weaving in and out of buildings, some of which had been damaged by a falling ship and others had recently been set ablaze by the phoenix in the sky. "We head north," she told the elf, though he'd agreed to nothing other than drinking the potion at this point. "And wait for their next move. This," she stopped to retrieve a talisman from around her neck, which was currently pointing in a westerly direction, "will tell us where they're heading. Once we're outside the walls I'll tell you everything, you never know where Bloodgift's spies are lurking."

Brody

As Brodus and Soahc clasped hands, the two were suctioned into nonexistence, reappearing outside...

The Temple

Soahc brushed off his robes, as though they had somehow been dirtied through the act of teleportation. Ahead of them was an octagonal building, seemingly new judging from its design in comparison to the shambolic buildings around it, and above its door was engraved the sceptresword of Tyrrus, the sun and moon, and half a hundred other god-invoking symbols. The front door was open, a sword resting at its side, and out of the building emerged a priest.

He had plain, brown robes, of the same kind as the priest which was tied by the wrists to the back of the carriage that Soahc had brought along on the journey, and had enjoyed literally dragging along for quite some time. This man however seemed much larger and more muscular, and his face was hidden behind a blue-painted mask, upon which was carved a rather stern brow and nose. Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

18-May-2016 15:11:41

D F Angel

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"Ah, this is one of daddy's fans," Soahc informed Brodus, clearly unafraid of the unarmed priest.

"Pah! I knew you would come crawling," responded the Grand Priest of Tyrrus, venom and hatred in his voice. "Evil is predictable, it can't help hogging the limelight."

The air surrounding the Grand Priest distorted as a pulse of energy emerged from within the temple, shooting past the three of them and spreading out to the rest of the town. Soahc followed its trajectory, scratching his head.

"Uh, did you see that?" Soahc asked Brodus, a hint of confusion in his voice.

"But a righteous man, a truly righteous man, that is unstoppable," continued the Grand Priest, presumably unaware of what had just occurred.

"No seriously, what was that?" Soahc inquired of the Grand Priest, who was now marching towards them, unarmed and fearless.

"Because there is nothing he won't do, to see evil is slain."

"Brodus, I really don't think this guy is seeing the bigger picture here," Soahc confided in his ally, as the Grand Priest raised his hand- and from out of the temple zoomed a sword, propelled by magic, which the Grand Priest seized and lunged forwards, aiming to slice Soahc's flank clean-open.

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Inside the Temple, AchUbaid the Undying had begun speaking to the void.

The Grand Priests turned to stare at the man that Ubaid was addressing, and began to shuffle uncomfortably in their seats, as though they were being forced to acknowledge some horrible truth. The two priests that had been using the eight-foot being's form as a human shield, now looking up under the hood of their comrade, slowly crawled away. They had all gone silent, except for the Grand Priest of Soahc, who appeared to be crying . Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

18-May-2016 15:11:54

D F Angel

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If the being, if this supposed Grand Priest had listened to Ubaid, it gave no indication. Its head had turned sideways, as though listening to something only it could hear- raising a scaled hand and waving it once.

The air pulsed, expanding rapidly, sweeping over Ubaid, over the priests, out of the building and into the night, shattering the defensive spells which held sway over the town and allowing the mechanical demonoid known as Spirry to complete its self-summoning.

Lifting its hands up to its hood, it slowly revealed its face.

Every single priest screamed in unison, screamed as though the world was ending, and then turned silent once more. If Ubaid were to observe them, he would see that they were once more shuffling in their seats, unaware of what they had just done, having already forgotten the brief slippage of the veil.

The beast which Ubaid conversed with was scaled red, with flecks of green throughout, its face reflecting the sunbeams of the Pyromistress, whose phoenix-form was shining light through the glass dome above. It was reptilian, this priest, its eyes the colour of amethysts instead of the presumed yellow one would expect. Its facial structure made it seem almost amused by Ubaid's plea to negotiate with it, though perhaps that was simply how the creature looked, and its demeanour was unchanged by the intruder.

It glanced over the undead's shoulder, at the Grand Priest of Janus, and it was he who spoke to answer the ghost.

"He is here by his own admission," he told Ubaid. "I was sent a vision by God through Janus, and so have accepted him into our ranks on behalf of our God. He is the Grand Priest of Acoxyle the Dreaded. He cannot speak, but speaks through us. Ask him what you will, Courtier of the Sepulchral City, and he will answer." Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

18-May-2016 15:12:04

D F Angel

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Encampment of the Empire

Alania Clarke awoke to her being shoved unceremoniously to the floor.

She lay there, unmoving, and considered all that she had seen. There were tears in her eyes, she could feel. That was no ordinary dream, she knew. It was a vision . Here she was, with a knight of God, with a Decan in the service of the Holy Tyrrus himself, surrounded by goodliness. Yet she had been there for the birth of Spirry, and had been granted a glimpse at the darkness of Hell.

Whatever this was, it was beyond her, beyond her little understanding of the world to grasp what had occurred. But it was not beyond her power to do something about it, she knew. The gods only granted visions to their chosen, to the ones which they knew could really make a difference, and Alania had been chosen. She knew why, instantly- she was the only one who could see the good in Spirry, see the potential that this being had. The others wanted to hunt him down, and only Alania could save him.

She had stood there, seeing the Mechanical Spirry, seeing the Devil itself, seeing the end product of what could occur if Spirry was not brought into the light. Alania had thought him evil, had despaired that all was lost for a moment, but then there had been an angel. An angel , yes, an angel that had filled her with hope, that had shown her the light. A messenger of the gods had come to her, had shown her the way, had told her what path she must be put upon.

An Angel and a Devil, wrestling for Spirry's sanity, and Alania, a lowly believer, was the catalyst which decided who would win this war of the faith.

Alania turned, saw Sir Charles on the floor, coughing harshly. She would need him too, she knew. He too was in the vision. Had he been led astray too? Was helping him a part of her mission? Or was Sir Charles the one who would teach Alania, who would show her how to do what must be done? Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

18-May-2016 15:12:13

D F Angel

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Alania was religious, but never devoutly so, but that was all to change. She had been gifted with a vision of the future, she had been visited by angels. She had been chosen by Tyrrus, and so would she do her purpose until her dying breath.

Spirry would be saved, and she would make certain of it.

Bowels of the Earth

Though much time had passed within the dream, outside was much the same.

The ancient beast, the creature of shadow and death which Spirry had awakened, was clawing its way to the surface. Though it seemed much larger than the passageways which Spirry had traversed downwards, it managed to slip through nonetheless, contorting in the whispery fashion of smoke to force itself out onto the surface, through the cave-mouth which Spirry had entered and into the rolling hills on the ogres.

"

East

," the behemoth intoned telepathically to Spirry, its monstrous form stretching over the remnants of the battlefield below, its legs grand pillars, its body large enough to crush a village beneath, its eyes seeing far off into the distance, peering at things only its fathomless mind could know.

"

We slaughter, we draw them east. They will follow, will follow us east. East and away, they must go, and so go we must too. When it is too late, then we will pave our world anew.

" With this barely coherent and decisively cryptic message delivered, the eldritch, the monstrosity which had crawled from the edge of sanity, it did as it had declared- it began to head east, away from the denizens of Og where Kat, Sir Charles and Alania were, where Alicia and Karstone were heading for the capital, and towards the country's counterpart, towards the lands of the Ogrin . Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

18-May-2016 15:12:18

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