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As he departed, the knight sat around anxiously- his precious town was under attack, and he had been put on watch duty. He was the only one ahorse, having rode down to the guard house to rouse the men and bring them here, whilst the lordling went for his lavish walk up to the devastation, slow enough so as to have avoided any real danger of the culprits lingering behind. He had speed, he had skill, yet it was all to waste here.

"Sir Rodraine!" Called a man, and the knight whirled his horse around to face the speaker. It was a runner, though which guard captain he belonged to the knight could not say. "We spotted a man fleeing on horseback, heading west," he waved his hand wildly in the direction at hand. Sir Rodraine nodded once, knowing what needed to be done.

"Weswick, you have the command here," he said to one of his underlings, before galloping off into the night, in pursuit of this escaping horseman...

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A young man watched as an even younger woman ran below him on the town streets, running suspiciously away from the destruction that had taken place at the Bed and Breakfast. He could sense a darkness in her, the taint, the muddied mark of the demon's call. He smiled as she disappeared around a side street. This one could be of some use.

Pulling a sack off from his bag and opening it, the man reached in and retrieved a rotting head. Its hair was long and blond, though falling out in clumps now, its cheeks had dried up, stretched thin and ripped. Its eyes had rotted away, but deep in those sunken pits, red lights were glowing, were watching.

Already, the lordling of Hamstead and his merry men were coming, were in pursuit of the girl, whether knowingly or not. The man whispered words of magic into the corpse's ear, waving his free hand at the bloodied stump where his neck had been, placing the spell on the corpse head. Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

06-Jun-2016 16:07:27

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"Sorry father," he said at last, dropping the head off of the side of the balcony he was upon. It fell near the ground, hit it, then bounced back up, floating five feet in the air. It spun once, twice, thrice, before setting its sights upon the lordling. And then it flew forwards, its jaw becoming unhinged, and bolts of lightning firing out of its mouth.

His work complete, the man packed his things and left the inn he had been staying within, in search of the fleeing girl, and her dark magic...

The Temple

Brodus was making short work of the Grand Priests of the Unified Church, who weren't so unified as their church's name would imply. They trampled over one another, trying to move out of the way of the butcher's wrath, but to no avail. Brodus was methodical, and they fell with such a casual ease as to earn the name which Ubaid would dub them- zinzakarna, flesh-wastes.

Soahc was still not watching Brodus, or Ubaid, or even the poor Grand Priest of Soahc who had been unceremoniously slapped across the room. His sights were on this beast, this Grand Priest of Acoxyle, as introduced by The Undying. The name meant nothing to Soahc, but the aura around this being, it was the same as he had sensed many, many miles away from here... Statues in a holy city, wrought by him .

"Nothing I care to hear for," the Deceiver said nonchalantly to Ubaid with a dashing smile. "Put a frog in a gown doesn't a god make. Ain't that right?" He aimed the last question at the Grand Priest of Soahc, who nodded enthusiastically.

"Soahc is the One True God!" He bleated out like the sheep he was, and Soahc nodded satisfactorily.

"My cultists are going to love you," he said affectionately to the Grand Priest, whose mask beamed back enthusiastically. "We've got what we came for, leave ol' scaley." Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

06-Jun-2016 16:07:39

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Soahc waited patiently for Brodus's killing spree to finish, and for Ubaid to unhand the dread priest, the three leaving the building behind, with the Grand Priest of Soahc trailing behind them, remarking platitudes to his chosen demigod, who wasn't one for turning down compliments. Inside the building there was a massacre, for Brodus had cleared out all of the grand priests save the one that had not been human. A strange noise seemed to follow them out on the streets, something that sounded awfully similar to a laugh.

Road to Og

"Magic bad," agreed Mugwo, with a sage-like nod which looked more like a manic spasm on his disproportionately sized head. "Shamans good. Chosen by Mother Earth. Shamans serve Earth, and help ogres. Ogrin abuse magic, use for own gain, do not care for Mother Earth." Mugwo's voice was fuelled with anger now, and he swung his club at various rocks to take out that anger.

"Uh, bes' *' leave '** to 'is thoughts, methinks," Karstone confided in Alicia, making sure to stand far back from the enraged ogre.

Encampment of the Empire

The chaplain ran towards them, and then promptly ran back away as he was dismissed by Sir Charles. Alania was staring at the man, horrified by his ill-health, by his throwing up of blood, but more-so horrified by what the knight was saying. She now knew why he had been shared in that vision- Alania had thought maybe she was to be his squire, and that together they would solve this mess. Now she knew it was that he was a knight who had lost his way, and it was up to her to put him on the right track.

Decan Martha had by now come to look over them, listening in to everything that Sir Charles said with growing concern. "Enrael, seize their weapons," she decided, and the soldier in question did as much- Sir Charles with little protest, Alania with quite some more. Her attempts to fight against the man caused the buzzard on his shoulder to sqwuack in indignation and fly away. Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

06-Jun-2016 16:07:52

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"At first light, we kill this beast," the decan said, clearly disgusted by the mess that Sir Charles had been turned into, yet also disgusted by his claims of Alania Clarke wanting to save the demon. Heresy, utterly and true. She would kill Alania for such unsubstantiated claims, but she would watch her closely. And if the girl consorted with demons... Then yes, Decan Martha would end her life, and do it swiftly.

"A watch around these two," she indicated the two, though it needn't truly be said, for the other members of Martha's contubernium had gathered around to observe the spectacle. "Rest up men. Tomorrow, we skin a demon." A small cheer went up as the decan disappeared back into her tent, so that she could get the rest she needed for the task ahead. Alania, well aware of all of the eyes set upon her, decided it would be a smart decision to keep quiet, for now.

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06-Jun-2016 16:08:19

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Outskirts of Myrkvior

The River Elopa, which snakes its way through Hamstead, down through Copperdale and further south, had long ago been split in twain so as to connect it to the River Ardour, whose fast waters could take a ship from the Kingdom of Selathon to the Republic of Gaules in no time at all. As the first light of day crept over the horizon, so to did the boat which Etheldredda and her adventuring party occupied hit land.

The thud of an iron boot landing in the reed-bed signalled Etheldredda's return to the village of Darkreach, named for its being built in the shadow of the forest. The people here were wiser to the hags' tricks than most, though their distrust of beautiful women for fear of them being hagspawn had lead to a number of unwarranted burnings. Still, adventurers came through these parts often, and traders, and it was so near the edge of Myrkviðr that there were always easy pickings here.

"Three years," she said aloud, perhaps more for her own sake than for those of her party. They'd lost three- Kuro, Siera and Judy. The conundrum of Judy still baffled her, and she couldn't decide if Kuro had left to save them from Azul, or because he was complicit in the summoning. It was Siera's departure that grained on the hagspawn the most, though. Etheldredda didn't particularly get along with the blue-haired mute, yet she had witnessed her full power first-hand. Things were going to be a whole lot more tougher without Siera there.

The whole of Darkreach seemed to be in a state of panic, which reminded Etheldredda somewhat of the only Gaulean man she knew- Monsieur Federico. Shops and inns were closed, and as soon as the group left the boat there were merchants fighting to get on, each offering a larger sum of money than the last. Peasants loaded their valuables into wheelbarrows and hit the open road. More-so gathered around a plump lord upon a steed, looking for guidance. Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

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"The Republic's Parliament is hosting a crisis meeting to decide how to tackle this problem as we speak!" Assured the man, whose walrus-moustache bounced comically as he spoke.

"They'll never get here in time!" Cried out a young woman, clutching her sister and crying.
"You'll protect us, right gov'ner?" Another called out, more positively.

"Me? Egad, I wish I could! Sadly I'm needed at parliament- they've called a crisis meeting, don't ya know?" With that, the lord rode off into the distance, as unhelpful as any politician.

Upon a box of carrots stood a doomsayer, easily recognised with the dark robes he wore and the cattle prod he swung over his head, a holy book clutched in the other hand. "Repent for ye sins, thy righteous children! Repent, for god's son and hag's father dance together! Lay down your petty vanities, your lonely vigils in the eye of a bottle, and ask for redemption!"

Another figure rode upon a great big stallion, armoured in white, a greatsword sheathed at his back. He did not wear a helm- he was an older man, bald, yet with a thick, mousey-brown, handlebar moustache. He rode the stallion back and forth in front of the own crowd he had gathered, energising them with the energy of his own steed.

"Forget your hags! Is some witches more threatening than The Deceiver himself? To the north is Soahc, and with him all the vile heretics that would flock to such a madman. He has lain waste to Oakfoot, defiling churches with undead and setting orphanages ablaze. Join me, and we can defeat this menace once and for all. Join me, and the Father of Evil will father no more!"

The man was not known to Etheldredda, but Rovaan du Leon had once ran into him on the outskirts of Copperdale, and perchance he might have met Joric as well- for this was Armando Godkiller, one of the prestigious members of The Champions' Guild. Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

06-Jun-2016 18:00:19

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Etheldredda looked sideways towards Annie. She knew that Annie had come along to help- but she also knew that Annie's mentor, Abraxus Richardson, the self-proclaimed High Priest of Arran, had been kidnapped by Soahc. She wondered whether Annie would stay with her, or else join with Armando in the hunt for Soahc.

The air here tasted of static, of disturbed power. It set her skin prickling- magic, she knew. Tempora Sage laboriously limped over to Etheldredda's side, eyes wafting this way and that through the tree-line. "The ritual has begun," he intoned, somewhat needlessly, seeing as the entirety of Darkreach was currently running for their lives.

"But has the Hagfather arrived?" Etheldredda wondered, scanning the place for signs, but it was difficult to tell in the chaos. Summoning the Hagfather did not involve teleportation as summoning a demon did- one simply had to put out a large enough magical lure to lead the Hagfather to you. Which meant it would be afoot, and had it walked through Darkreach, there would be some indication.

Etheldredda was not religious, else she might have asked the heavens for help- yet the heavens provided her an answer regardless. In a sudden blink, a black husk appeared in the sky, crashing into the ground and skidding through the mud, head over heel. People parted as the body skidded to a halt, a black body, armoured in darkness. It had barely ground to a halt before it arose once again, steadying itself with great-sword and shield, bells dangling from strings at the back of its helm which rang as it turned from side to side, looking for a foe but finding none. Spotting the forest, it realised where it was, and threw its weapons to the ground in frustration. Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

06-Jun-2016 18:00:30

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The hagspawn would have recognised that walking suit of armour anywhere. Skullvulture . The first time Etheldredda had seen the man- if it were a man, many had their suspicions as to what lied beneath the armour- he had been tracking her down, intending to kill her. Thorek had convinced the hunter otherwise, that there was bigger fish to fry. Of course he was here, of course the world's greatest slayer was hot on the heels of the Hagfather. And judging by the way he had been forcefully teleported here, it would seem that he had lost.

"The Hagfather must be close," she reasoned, watching as Skullvulture launched a mailed fist into the first man to try and help him. "But it hasn't reached the forest yet. Either we make a stand here, and slay the beast before it gets to the hagcoven," the hags revered the Hagfather as a god- they said it was immortal. "Or we go into the coven and clean it out, prevent the mating ritual from ever happening." The Great Mother must have had twenty full-born children by now, and each of them had countless hagspawn offspring, many with further offspring of their own. They'd be trying to take on a small army.

Not knowing which way to go, Etheldredda simply waited to hear what the others in the group had to say. Either option was impossible, or so it seemed to her, so she would listen to what those fighting alongside her thought of the situation first, before making any decision as to how to proceed. Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

06-Jun-2016 18:00:45

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Siera's Plight

The landscape north of Hamstead was a peaceful one. Dragonflies danced upon a lake as tufted ducks looked on, yellow eyes watching Siera as she passed on by. The stone-piled walls which divided these lands indicated farms, and Siera occasionally passed many livestock, primarily sheep, but for the most part most of these fields remained empty, without crops nor scarecrow.

Grasslands ruled over this part of Selathon, and there was nary a person in sight. Occasionally dirt-trails would appear, but for the most part they were barren, save for the butterflies and bees fighting over sweet nectar. It was a peaceful and harmonious scene, a great juxtaposition from the previous night's anarchy, and a reminder of the simplicity and beauty that the world still had to offer.

So when Siera did finally come upon a traveller, it might have stuck out to her as passing odd. A dutiful mule with a straw hat placed upon its head to survive the heat lead a wooden vehicle, two wheels with a bench betwixt. The bench could fit two, but held only one, and besides him was a bag which contained all his worldly possessions. He was inhumanly stocky, yet undwarvishly tall, but that he was a dwarf could not be denied- upon his chest sat a beard which split in two almost as soon as it left his chin, giving the impression that he had grown two beards instead of one, the grey hair going down to cover his pectoral muscles.

He was clearly old, yet still seemed to have some strength in him. He was dressed in a commoner's garb, yet held himself almost regally. When he spotted Siera- an easy thing to do, given her hair colour, her floating flute and her demonic puppy, he flashed an easy smile.

"Morning, fellow traveller," he called over, giving a polite wave. "'Tis a lovely day for a stroll, is it not?" Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

06-Jun-2016 18:01:01

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Kuro's Flight

Kuro's steadfast horse had whisked him out of the town without trouble, yet unfortunately had whisked him in such a direction that he was finding it difficult to escape human settlements. Eventually barns gave way to farmland, and the young halfdemon would be frustrated to find that he had, unintentionally, gone back on himself- and was heading back in the direction of Porkstead!

His horse was tired, and in giving it a rest Kuro left himself vulnerable to being followed. For a knight of the realm had been in pursuit of him throughout the night, and being in the service of the Lord of Hamstead and well loved by the people of this region, it hadn't taken much negotiating for him to swap out his tired horse for a fresh one, and to continue the chase after Kuro's tired animal.

He came trotting up atop his chestnut horse warily, a hand resting on the pommel of his sword. His armour was well-polished, yet deformed, having been kissed by the fires of Rovaan du Leon outside of Copperdale. The man himself was an older gentleman, perhaps in his fifties, the hair on his face having been burnt away, his skin dry and cracked, perhaps another result of the attack.

"Hail," he called out to Kuro. He could see the man's horse was tired, and knew he could not escape, but did not wish for this to escalate any further than it had to. "I am Sir Rodraine of Hamstead," he introduced himself, though people had recently taken up to calling him Sir Rodraine the Burnt, for having survived the hellfire. "You were seen fleeing the town in quite suspicious circumstances. I'd like to have a word, if you would permit it." Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

06-Jun-2016 18:01:13

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