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Judy's Respite

Having ran through the night, and having escaped the town, Judy had managed to evade the adventurers she had been travelling with, and more importantly the guards that were out looking for the culprits of the destroyed bed and breakfast. She had escaped the forces of good- but a darker force had caught sight of her, and was particularly interested in what talents she might have.

He was a young man, perhaps in his early twenties, but he looked to be in his late teens. His eyes were a dazzling blue, crystal-clear, and his hair a golden blond, radiant in the summer sun. His fringe was swept to one side, his hair kept somewhat short. He wore a black leather jacket, a white shirt, brown breeches and dark-brown riding boots. In his left hand he clutched a black tome, in his right a compass, which instead of pointing north was pointing south east, a tangle of black hair around the needle. Sheathed at his side was a scimitar, and on his face was a smile.

"You summoned a demon last night," he said simply, though how he knew this was the case was anyone's guess. "A powerful one, too. I could use someone with skills like yours. My name's Cadmus, what's yours?"

March of Darkness

When Soahc the Deceiver returned to the encampment outside of the assaulted town, he had disappeared within his tent with the Grand Priest of Soahc, and with the mercenary called Black Axe. Hagspawn lingered outside to overhear what was said, though doubtlessly the Demigod had cast some form of enchantment to prevent such obvious eavesdropping.

The group's mercenary captain awoke irate. Raspur Cain had been put in charge of this band of cut-throats and lunatics, and yet Soahc had summoned Black Axe instead, one of Raspur's underlings. Raspur knew the man's tale, how he had cursed off both his ears and an eye and attached them to animals, so that he could spy on his enemies. Which meant Soahc was using him to spy on the rest of the group. Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

06-Jun-2016 18:01:25

D F Angel

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He wondered how this sort of action wouldn't encourage a mutiny- though Raspur supposed being a god's son meant most mutinies didn't end well for the mutineers. He contented himself by skulking around the camp, looking for anyone to harass with his fowl tongue.

When Soahc emerged in the morning, he was in bright spirits, as he always was. When he delivered the Grand Priest of Soahc to his cultists, and proclaimed the outsider their new leader, they all cheered his name- they clearly saw the Grand Priest as a gift from their god, rather than some outsider implemented for some unknown purpose, but Raspur doubted it was for the benefit of the cultists.

"We've been here too long," Cold Ethyl growled out in her usual cheerless way. "I am not here for banditry. Any more pointless distractions and I'm leaving," she warned Soahc, who didn't seem fazed in the slightest.

"And miss out on your prize?" He leered at her. "Come now, Ethyl, the fun's about to get started. First though, best get rid of those pesky heroes dogging us." He turned to Raspur, and gestured at the carriage they had been carting along with them. Whatever was trapped inside of it was particularly agitated this morning, rocking the vehicle from side to side. Abraxus, tied to the back, stayed as far away as possible, whilst the half delirious Cadmus Solar chained to the front swung about with the carriage, head banging and teeth chattering.

"Get someone expendable to open this in the middle of town," Soahc told his chosen captain, and Raspur grinned sinisterly, skulking off to find the Devil Knight that had seen his faux-poisoning, and who had been telling the others of his panicked reaction. With a whisk of his hand, Soahc caused Cadmus's ropes to rot, the man falling to the ground as Abraxus was similarly freed, though the two were instantly seized- Abraxus by Tivar the Exiled, Cadmus by the great, ginger-haired barbarian who had taken to bedding the hag Sylvi. Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

06-Jun-2016 18:01:37

D F Angel

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"Now, I hear Ryokin has a pet automaton," he said to no one in particular. "I'd like to meet this iron demon, I'm sure he's quite the conversationalist." The camp was moving- the mercenaries had packed their things, the hagspawn contingent had gathered behind their (grand)mothers, the Cult of Soahc were inducting their newest leader. Ubaid's undead would no doubt be moving out soon, and the day was ripe for a journey north.

With them setting out, Soahc was once again at the head, accompanied by his elites- Kira, Brodus, Ryokin, Ubaid and Sileo, Cold Ethyl who left the hagspawn under the command of her three sisters once more, and the new addition, this Mechanical Spirry. Raspur's mercenaries had the rear, in case of attack, and the Grand Priest's cultists were behind the hagspawn, as a mostly useless faction that would doubtlessly end up as cannon-fodder. Joining the group today was a mercenary who went by the name Beatrice the Bard, a man who had been gelded young and had the singing voice of an angel, and he provided for them this little ditty:

' The windows are a'shattering
The walls writhe with flame
Your wife's skin's a'flaying
She screams from all the pain
Your young maiden daughter
She's not a maid no moooooore
But all in all it's just another day
On the March.

The town crier's a'crying
The town's priest he prays
The townspeople are dying
Their mewling children bray
To Tyrrus they are calling
And so Tyrrus's son he caaaaame
But all in all it's just another day
On the March

The knights they are a'frying
The castle walls they fall
The lord gathers his daughters
In his hallowed hall
He's screaming out for Tyrrus
For hallowed be his naaaaaame
But Soahc the Defiler's
On the March Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

06-Jun-2016 18:01:52

D F Angel

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Heckling hags and spiteful spawn
Fiery mistress, ghost reborn
Shining sword and devil's deals
Assassin's pay- the whole world reels
Betwixt them all
Smiling down
The curse'd devil
With blood wrought crown
Total destruction is our demaaaaarche
As after all, it's another day
On the March
Yes that's right!
Just another day On the March '

Slayer of Azul

"Mother sent me to look for potential allies," said the woman, the woman who was so beautiful save for her heavy brow. It had taken some doing for her and Cirion to escape the town undetected, with the firebeast in the air and a particularly irksome air elemental waiting at one of the towers, yet made it they had, travelling north for a time before coming to a stop, the mystery woman electing to sleep for the night and explain herself in the morning.

They stood on the cusp of The Great Plains, the overgrown grasslands which covered the majority of the Engelite continent, where fauns and satyrs lived in contentment, under the overrule of the centaurs. The woman was looking upon the talisman she had revealed to Cirion the night before, it was pointing her directly south, the direction they had just come from. Which meant that Soahc's band was heading in their direction.

"Name's Vianna," she introduced herself succinctly. "No clue what Bloodgift is up to," the usage of the term Bloodgift instead of Soahc, should Cirion recognise the term, would reveal to the elf that the woman in question was hagspawn. "But we know where he's been. Visited Myrkviðr to win over Ethyl, and we're fairly certain he was at Copperdale- the mummy he has with him was locked up in the village's museum. But between that... He went north."

Vianna turned to Cirion, giving him a look which implied that the next piece of information was both difficult to obtain, and instrumental in decoding what the dark god was planning to achieve. Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

06-Jun-2016 18:02:04

D F Angel

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"When Tyrrus and Soahc first warred, the giants- the true giants, that is, not these meek imitations that walk the frozen norths now, created vast magical wells in which they could form new life. Godsforges, they were called. They died out with the giants, except one. Soahc tried using it, but was repelled by its Guardian. That's when he started this current rampage instead."

Having given over all of the information she knew, or perhaps, all of the information she was willing to share, Vianna faced Cirion and asked, "Thoughts?"

Hunt for Spirry

The camp was taken down and packed up in such swift timing that one simply had to admire the training of the Tyrannian Empire. Decan Martha needn't even issue a command, for every soldier in the contubernium knew their role and knew it well.

The contubernium consisted of ten soldiers, not counting their decan, or their two supplementary officers- the chaplain and Kat, their scout. Two flanked their decan, and four flanked Sir Charles and Alania Clarke, their guests and/or prisoners. One of these was the soldier named Enrael, who was currently tasked with carrying the swords of Sir Charles and Alania Clarke, and mourning the loss of his still-unreturned pet buzzard.

"If it comes to blows, I'll return your sword to you," the soldier promised Sir Charles, whom the soldiers were taking to like a moth to a flame- an anointed knight and passionate hater of demonic kind. Alania, who was apparently in love with the demon, they regarded with less enthusiasm. She had been mostly quiet the entire morning, aware of how suspicious everyone was of her, but also aware of her god-given mission. An angel had come to her, had shown her the way, and Alania was not willing to deny this sign.

Kat had been sent ahead as their scout, but had by now returned to the decan's side to give her report. The forests ahead were a likely option, it seemed, and the signs of the demon's taint were strong in the place. Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

06-Jun-2016 18:02:43

D F Angel

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"I wish to discuss tactics with you," Decan Martha confided in Kat with a low whisper. "I spoke to the knight when he awoke earlier- he advises we use the girl as bait, set a trap for the demon." It was clear that the decan did not feel so comfortable with this idea- she was one of religious vigour and military doctrine, but she did not like the idea of putting a potential innocent in the line of fire.

"You have seen much of the world. The Southlands are treacherous, yet you survived them. What would you advise?"

Og City

The City of Og, which was capital to the country of Og, home of the Ogres, was as much of a city as a cat was a lion. It was a congregation of huts, some made of wood, but most made of animal hide, with wide spaces in between to allow for the lumbering walk of an ogre. The men were armoured in much the same fashion as Mugwo, with clubs and axes and spears, though one or two sported swords and flails as well. The women were slightly smaller, but no less ugly, attending to their oversized brats.

The place was all dirt and mud, and the ogres seemed to have some spiritual appreciation for mud baths, for dirtied pools made pock-marks all over the city, where the creatures gathered to socialise. The most prominent members were the ogre shamans- all female, they had somehow been imbued with the spirit of the earth, if Mugwo were to be believed. They were a snot-green colour, much taller than their counterparts but also far wider, too wide to wear any reasonable clothing they had only animal pelts to hide their dignity. They had a good five feet in height above their non-shaman contemporaries, and were wide enough to contain a good three ogres within their biomass.

At the centre of Og City was the largest hut of all, this one clearly having been designed to host a great number of ogres, and some actual craftsmanship went into it- animal hides propped up by timber logs and the bones of giants. Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

06-Jun-2016 18:02:56

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Mugwo insisted in his simplistic way that he was not to enter the hall, which made Karstone uncertain as to whether or not he should go in, but saw little alternative. "Well, 'ere goes nuthin," he said to Alicia, (who had not wanted to spoon with him during their brief respite in their night's walk,) tugging aside the pelt of a snow leopard and entering.

The building seemed to have been built about an artificial lake, a lake of green ooze that must have, to the ogres, seemed like an extra-blessed mud bath. In the room was a man dressed in purples and yellows, the colours of the Empire- no doubt this was the ambassador from Tywrought that had been lead here with Decan Martha. Another man, an older gentleman, in armour of pure-black and skin an awful grey colour, a dead colour, his teeth decorative, his eyes emerald.

Last of the non-ogre occupants was an elf in resplendent blue, playing the high harp in a corner, his brown hair tied into a plait, a sly smile upon his face as he watched the new entrants, but said nothing.

At the centre of these three individuals, at the centre of the green bath, was the fattest thing Karstone Greatjohn had ever seen. It had the same snot-green hue as the ogre shamans, and it was seemingly female, but much, much larger than the ogre shamans. The bottom half of it, (should a bottom half exist beneath the rolls of fat,) was submerged, its top half was an island, the creature at full height might have dwarfed a house, had it the capability to stand up.

This was, no doubt, the Big Fat, as Mugwo had called it. The ogre shamans were all equals, so in order to form their great country of Og they had channelled their energies into another. This being was imbued with the energy of all of the ogre shamans of Og, and was the country's leader, a horrific abomination, yet also their apparent saviour.

Its eyes, the size of a man's torso, with purple irises, set its sights upon Alicia and Karstone. Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

06-Jun-2016 18:03:14

D F Angel

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" Travellers flock to Og like never before. " Her voice was too loud, yet not unnaturally so- it was like the rumbling of a lion's roar, which stretches across the savannah. " Come, speak to me. Tell me why you are here, in this holiest of cities. "

((Accepted, Laser Gunk. I've placed you in our little ogre-hall, under the heading Og City, but if you'd rather enter yourself than have me place you there, then I'll happily edit and let you do as you so please.)) Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

06-Jun-2016 18:03:25

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Joric Ironfist

Joric Ironfist looked around at Darkreach and found that the people were reacting to the crisis about as well as you could expect. Politicians were being unhelpful, aid was not arriving fast enough, a few desperate souls were turning to religion for answers, and...

Was that Armando Godkiller?

They had met briefly on one occasion back at the Guild, and Joric had heard of him, but whether or not Armando would remember him he did not know. Either way, the man seemed perfectly content to run off on his own and go after... Soahc!?

Although it could very well be a person impersonating Soahc, the fact remained that villages were apparently being destroyed. Joric was tempted to join up, but looking at his steadily shrinking group he realized that if any more people left, this entire adventure would become a lost cause - if it wasn't already. And he had already given his word to see this through.

Then there was that very hostile armored fellow, who he watched punch somebody that had tried to offer assistance. He had presumably tried to take on the hags, but fell prey to some sort of teleportation spell.

"Let's haggle some locals into joining us, first." Joric suggested, and without further ado he began walking towards Skullvulture. "Well met, friend!" Joric greeted him, stopping just a few feet short of punching distance. "We'd stand a better chance against the hags if we worked together. Name's Joric Ironfist."

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Brodus

"You know, Soahc." Brodus suddenly said as they marched, secretly loving Beatrice's tune on the inside but pretending not to care on the outside. "There's something I've been wondering..." He paused. Maybe he was uncertain about asking the question, or maybe he was just doing it for dramatic effect.

(continued) Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

06-Jun-2016 21:52:11

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"Why Arran?"

It was a simple two word question, perhaps a bit hard to interpret, so the knight thought he would explain further. "Janus locked you out of Engelain. And yet you waited hundreds of years to offload your godhood and come back as a mortal. Why did you wait when you could have at any time given it to a loyal follower or some random goldfish?" He asked with true curiosity in his voice.

Although he didn't exactly come across as the scholarly type, Brodus actually had a deep interest in history, both before and after he discovered the sword. Frankly, he was surprised he didn't ask that question sooner.

Also it was a long road and that song would soon get repetitive. It was a good conversation starter.

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Cirion

Cirion listened carefully to Vianna's words for a few moments. That explained where he got the hags from, and the idea that Soahc was behind what happened at Copperdale made this personal. Soahc's search for the Godsforge was also interesting - whatever a Godsforge was. He stroked his chin as he considered this information, while his right hand hung at his side - near the wand.

"You call him 'Bloodgift' - that is what the hags call him, if memory serves. You mentioned a mother, you say he visited the hag forest, and you also said 'we' - are you in a coven? Either way, what interest do you have in stopping him? Why did you help me?" There was a certain amount of suspicion in his voice. After all, hags weren't exactly renowned for their trustworthiness.

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Alicia Vendal

Og was a dump.

Frankly, Alicia wasn't surprised. Given what she knew of ogres, as well as Mugwo's own intelligence, her expectations weren't exactly high.

But as she entered the main hall, she found herself actually being impressed... mostly because of how well built the building was compared to the buildings around it. Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

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