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D F Angel

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"The ghost means to betray you!"

Soahc turned at last, eyebrow raised, as he stared upon AchUbaid the Undying and his new friend- the priestly robe wearing, eight-foot reptile.

"Oh?"

"He said he would see you fail in your quest," paraphrased the Grand Priest of Soahc, pointing an accusatory finger at the embalmed ghost. "He said-"

Soahc slapped his Grand Priest across the room, who collided with the Grand Priest of Fiara, the two collapsing in a heap within the pews. Soahc was not staring at Ubaid, his potential traitor, but at the thing next to him. The Demigod was probing it, reaching out, sensing it for what it was... And what it was, was not .

"Who... Who is your friend, Nektekhat?"

Road to Og

"Og is great land of ogres," said Mugwo proudly, as though complimenting his country would make it greater simply due to it being described as such. "Og City has many mud pits, many shamans. Shamans are equal, so new, better shaman chosen. All shamans put energy in new shaman. The Big Fat, she is called."

"Ah dint know me own motha wa' 'ere!" Gasped Karstone, with a laugh. "Then again, mah fatha wa' 'alf an ogre 'imsen, so it's not surprising!"

Mugwo gave Karstone a once over, frowned, and concluded, "You no ogre," before continuing his lumbering walk.

"'Ard t' pull the wool o'er this un's eyes, eh?" Karstone whispered to Alicia, nudging her slightly.

"There no wool over Mugwo's eyes! Mugwo would see it! Mugwo best spy Og has!" Declared Mugwo- ogres apparently had superior hearing to that of humans, or else Karstone was particularly bad at whispering. Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

23-May-2016 02:23:20

D F Angel

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((I've not posted for:

The Newborn, who is dematerialised. I imagine you'd rather do whatever you want with Spirry, rather than have me constantly sending him telepathic radio chatter, so I will let you do as you will, Azi.

Kira/Ryokin/Mechanical, as I do not have a character involved in the scenario, and I think it would be better to allow the three of you to roleplay amongst yourselves for the time being.

Sir Charles/Kat, as I'm waiting on a post for Sir Charles before I continue that situation.

And Cirion, as he is currently exiting the town in silence, something I think needs little narration.

Don't worry if you feel like your characters don't have a tremendous amount to respond to this round- nearly every scenario on the thread has reached its conclusion for the day. I predict that in my next post I will bring things to the next morning, and then things will really get heated up!

Happy roleplaying x)) Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

23-May-2016 02:23:25

NotFishing

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Joric Ironfist

Joric stood, breathing heavily. He had done it. He had slain an elder demon - well, two others had slain it with him, and technically it had been slain even before then, but he had still killed it. Azul was dead. Or as dead as he could be, for now. He nodded at Kuro, and then threw back his head and laughed, only to stop as he appeared to remember something.

"The girl - Judy. She had first watch. I came down here, and she was staring at the demon, doing nothing. And I doubt that..." he pointed his sword at the pentagram that had been drawn underneath Kuro, "...drew itself. I think we can chalk this all up to a betrayal." He said, not even realizing he had subconsciously made another one of his infamous puns.

Then, he suddenly turned and made his way to the ruined staircase. Picking a nearby chair, he set it in front of the wrecked stairs, stood on top of it, and grunted as he hoisted himself up with his strength.

A few moments later, he reappeared, sword back in his sheathe, shield in his left hand, and his travelling pack secured on his back. He dropped down. "Anyone see where she went?" He asked, referring to Judy.

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Brodus

Brodus rolled his eyes at Soahc's pole joke, but followed him into the temple. He watched the Grand Priest of Soahc grovel before the demi-god, and shook his head slightly - this was who they were here for? The cultists may have required a leader, but what was wrong with the last guy, and why couldn't one of the cultists themselves have sufficed?

Then he glanced quizzically at the weird... thing that had caught Soahc's attention... and Ubaid's... and everyone else in the room...

Walking up to one of the distracted priests, Brodus raised his sword and brought it down, cleaving the man in two from shoulder to hip, the soul energy flowing into him. And with it, he felt that familiar rush he had long since come to crave. Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

23-May-2016 02:55:57 - Last edited on 23-May-2016 03:11:35 by NotFishing

NotFishing

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Not missing a beat, he thrust his sword through the stomach of the next one, and then decapitated a third, ruthlessly slaughtering his way through the ranks of the religious leaders, some of whom cried out to their gods for mercy. The energy of a priest had its own unique flavor to it - he could feel their dedication with each one of his strikes, and knew it would do nothing for them.

In case any of them tried to flee, he summoned the ghosts of the two guardsmen he had slain back on the wall. They stood shoulder to shoulder at the exit, ready to cut down any who tried to escape.

Everyone except the man in the orange mask was expendable, right?

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Alicia Vendal

"Shamans? I thought you were against magic?" Alicia questioned, ignoring Karstone's remarks. It would not do them any good to antagonize their tour guide, and possibly the only one who could vouch for them in the city. Dumb as he may be, he was useful, and their only source of knowledge about what was actually going on. Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

23-May-2016 03:01:38 - Last edited on 23-May-2016 03:12:21 by NotFishing

NarBloodwolf

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Rovaan had expected the building to come crashing down upon him and Etheldredda whom he was shielding with his body. He had braced for the crushing weight of the building but it never came. Instead all Rovaan heard was the crashing of the ruined building as it fell to the middle of the street. As Etheldredda climbed out from underneath him, Rovaan slowly stood back to his full height, the muscles of his demonic form rippling as he let out a heavy sigh of relief. Slowly Rovaan surveyed his surroundings looking to see what damage had been done.

Pretty much all of the building was gone as well as Azul, that part was a relief. It seemed no one was injured or at least to the point to where they would die. That was a relief as well to Rovaan. It was then he caught the look Etheldredda gave him from behind her iron mask. Was she frightened of him? Or of what he had become during the battle against the elder demon?

Rovaan had not the time to answer as Etheldredda had spoken first saying that they needed to move out. Rovaan concurred not for the fact that he was a wanted man and that the fighting and the exploding building had probably woken the entirety of Hamstead, but the fact that a titanic demon was standing in the ruins of a building.

''I agree. Though we did not get much in the way of rest, the noise is sure to have attracted the city guard. Plus, I don't think the people would take kindly to seeing a monster like me standing in their city. It is best we leave while we can. But first.....'' said Rovaan with a sigh as he meet Etheldredda eye to eye with a nod.

23-May-2016 05:26:43

NarBloodwolf

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Slowly Rovaan's titanic and demonic form began to change. His wings and tail shrank back into his body first before the draconic and lupine features began to vanish. Slowly every bit of flesh and bone that marked Rovaan as one of demonic heritage disappeared. Well...almost all of it. As Rovaan returned to a more human form, pieces of his demonic form being pulled back within himself, the horns he bore remained.

Yes, poking out from beneath his black hair were the same set of horns he had bore as the demonic beast which fought Azul to a standstill, though small to be in proportion to his humanoid form. Rovaan flexed his fingers and stretched his arms as the last of the demonic elements, minus his horns faded away. Then he felt something off, it was then he realized his horns were still there. He cursed and swore in demonic tongue before he lifted his arm and thrust it through a small portal. A very brief moment later Rovaan pulled a black helmet from the other side and took it in both hands.

The helm was blackened and charred like the rest of the armor he wore, but the visage the helm bore, while a beautiful one it was frightening as well. The helm was forged in the shape of a Northern wolf from Acaria though with some demonic features. Rovaan stared at the helm, peering into its hollow eyes where his own would soon be.

''Hello old friend. It has been a long time hasn't it.'' said Rovaan with a grin as he lifted the helmet over his head and pulled it over his head, his own horns fitting through a series of holes on the sides, blending in perfectly to the helm.

Slowly Rovaan turned to face the others in the group, ''We best be going as soon as possible as Etheldredda suggests. Take only what you need nothing more we cannot afford to carry a lot if we are to get out of here before the guards arrive.''

23-May-2016 05:26:59

Guthix SS4

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Kuro

Kuro stood there with his sword in after Azul was defeated. The essence washed over him Kuro with a blank stare at nothing just straight at where Azul was he manages to say, "Some...one...help..."

Completely collapsing down and starting to spasms slightly his whole body is in intense mind boggling pain. His energy aura appears again briefly chaotically then it was gone. Kuro's body rejecting the Siera's energy that was unknowingly funneled into by Azul, rejecting it rather violently. The rest of which Azul had tried to take merging with him with that which was funneled into him.

Kuro tries to speak again his voice shaky and only speaking bits and pieces of what he was trying to say, "Azul...demon...not...demon...I...half...cant...energy...help" Kuro knowing it didn't make sense so he tried to focus his powers to scream with mind hoping anyone with mind reading powers or clairvoyance can hear him.

Kuro yells with his mind

*Azul tried to absorb the demon energy all around us, but he too something that isn't demon energy. It hurt him, so he funneled it into me, it is poisoning me cause I'm half demon. Someone help!~

and nothing was spoiled

23-May-2016 09:29:56 - Last edited on 23-May-2016 09:36:12 by Guthix SS4

Inferi

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...for in the Dream I could sing

The debris fell, the dust cleared, and the Elder Demon was no longer there. Her magic and two swords had combined to remove the creature from the world, and as she watched the essence of Azul rose into the air before settling on Kuro and dissipating into him. If the demon had been contained there before, and it seemed that such had indeed been the case, then this was a return to the normal that needed to happen. Azul might not be fully banished, but he was contained, and that had to be enough for now.

With this came a change in the room's melody. The chaotic overtones subsided greatly, and although the noise of chaos still rang in her ears - as it was impossible for such a magnitude to vanish so easily - it was now only slightly more prevalent than the calmer undertones of a normal village. Such chaos centered their group, and she doubted that it would truly subside until they were gone.

Azul's song was also gone, at least until she listened closely and realized that it was still playing. It was just quiet, very quiet, and compared to even the quieter noises of someone who was sleeping it was barely audible. It made her wonder how much of Azul was actually here, but it was also likely that the recent defeat had sent him into a more sedated condition than he was normally in while trapped in the half-demon. Kuro's song overpowered it right now, but his song was weak, something interfering with it.

As she listened, Siera realized that the interference was a broken version of what she had sung in the dream. With her mind closed off, she did not hear his mental shout, but she didn't need to in order to know that he was likely being injured by this. Normally it would not hurt him, at least she didn't think it would, but with Azul's essence as part of him she did not know if her essence would actually cause him harm as it had been to Azul. Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

24-May-2016 00:01:04

Inferi

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Back in the part of her mind that was hollow, she felt like this was a punishment he might deserve for absorbing the essence of an Elder Demon, but that part of her mind wasn't the one controlling her decisions. Kuro had proven that he did not have evil intentions, at least not as far as she could tell so far, and letting him fall to her energy was not something she wanted to let happen.

Pulling herself together one last time, Siera reached out to the half-demon and pulled, trying to take her energy - and only her energy, since she did not want any pieces of an Elder Demon in her mind - and return it to herself. Without any real experience in taking energy except by force from others, she wasn't even sure it would work, but since the principle was the same she was fairly confident in her ability to recognize the different melodies and only take the one that belonged to her.

Whether it worked or not, everything she was able to do had been done, and the music fell silent as she ceased playing. In that time, Joric had climbed up past her and then gone back down again, and everything down below seemed to be settling down a bit. Unfortunately for her, that meant she became more aware of the normal parts of the situation, such as the fact that she was sitting against the wall on the floor overlooking the open area of the building with nothing but her underclothes on.

That was bad enough, but she was also tired, and it took her much longer than she would have liked to pick herself up off the floor and rush to her room. With everything that was happening, it was doubtful anyone would notice, but that didn't stop her from being embarrassed. Had she really gone out to fight a demon with barely any clothes on? What had she been thinking? The simple answer was that she hadn't, the demon taking priority, but that didn't really help her feel any better. Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

24-May-2016 00:01:16

Inferi

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Spirits, had that meant she looked like that in the dream too? In any other situation, knowing this might have caused her to laugh, since thinking about how she had just faced down two demons in nothing but her underwear was really a somewhat humorous thought. Right now, though, she was too busy thinking about other matters to even consider it - and also couldn't laugh with any noise even if she wanted to.

Reaching her room, Siera shut the door and hurriedly went around, collecting her clothing and putting it back on. There wasn't any time for her to lose, not if she was going to do what she planned on. This group still had a task to do, and she wasn't going to risk the success of their mission by being distracted or by distracting them. What she had to do was something for only her, for it held no importance to anyone else.

Her clothing on, Siera grabbed the notepad and began to write. The flute had been following her around, and now hovered next to her shoulder as though it was reading what she was writing. Robnoxious sat by the door, appearing to watch it while SIera did what she needed to, looking back towards her occasionally but not moving from his spot. He seemed to understand that something was different now, though, since the quiet whines as he looked at her were tinged with concern.

When the note was finished, SIera motioned to the flute, tearing the page off, pulling a small piece of string out of her pocket, and rolling up the note. Curiously, the flute levelled in front of her, and she reached out, tying the note to the flute. When it whistled curiously at her, she motioned in the direction of the stairs, and it made a nodding motion before flying towards the door. Without a moment of hesitation, Robnoxious stood up and put his paws on the door, opening it without any apparent trouble. Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

24-May-2016 00:01:30

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