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When she lifted her head again, the decan was all professionalism, a child of the Empire ready to do her duty. "Should I fall, you are to be acting decan, until such a time as you can rendezvous with the ambassador." A contubernium was the lowest squadron level of the Tyrannian Empire, they did not have sub-decans. The ambassador they had escorted to Og City outranked them all, but he was not in the field, and therefore would not be able to lead should Martha be killed.

Turning towards the group at large, she marched towards Sir Charles. "You are sick," she said bluntly, "And not fit for active duty. I want you to escort our chaplain back to Og City, so that he may relay our plans to the ambassador. If you do not hear from us, then you are to gather and lead reinforcements to our aid."

With that order dished out, Decan Martha turned next to Henry. "I do not know you, I can't trust you to stay in formation. We know the demon has a special connection with this one," she gestured to Alania as though the girl was not there, or could not hear them. "And will likely come for her. You are to stay by her side as the rest of us set a trap for the demon. If you are up for the challenge, that is."

"He's too powerful for you," Alania said all of the sudden, eyes in tears. "Don't do this, you can't beat him."

The decan smiled sadly at her. "I am afraid it is my duty to respectfully disagree."

Should Henry agree to the proposition, then the contubernium would begin setting up their ambush in preparation for the hopeful arrival of Spirry.
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17-Jun-2016 15:34:37

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Once Karstone's eyes dropped upon the old sea captain, who had been focusing intently upon their entourage from a slouched position on an ancient armchair in the corner of the ogrin hall, and widened in awe, Ryle picked himself up and quaffed the remainder of his drink. It was a dark blue cider or wine, produced by the beasts upon his request, as the old armchair had been from the loot of pillaged human homes; when the drink was done, he emptied his phlegm into the crude vessel.

He strode directly over to Karstone, his own wild, green eyes lighting up child-like with excitement. In them swam the promises of adventure, killing, conquest, new openings, new things. Everything for which Ryle still took breath (whether he truly did or not).

For a few moments, he stood before Karstone, seemingly oblivious of, or ignoring pointedly, the rest of the inhabitants of the room, even the Big Fat that straddled the hideous green pool in the centre of the dark chamber.

Then he thrust out his hand for the old man to shake. His strained, toothy smirk melded into a cordial grin.

"'Ello me ole messmate!" The corsair boomed. "Wot a pleasure, ey? The 'ole gang a-united if yer please, harharrharr. Lemme tell yer, eh. I got eyes on it." He blinked like an owl for effect. "Harr. Yer know me, eh? Ryle Emeraldyun. At yore service, 'earty."

He stepped back, flourishing his hands. "Pardon me digressin', yore majesty," he addressed the Big Fat. "I ain't wun fer ... lissenin' really. The ole age yer unnerstand. But we know our business I believe."

He bade for Karstone or whoever else to continue their conversation; comfortable that he and the Big Fat had previously resolved any issues that might have arisen from new relations amongst the ogrin peoples for the slave trade. Not many, it was apparent. But whilst he sought more of the toxic wine from an ogress beast, he held an ear open, in case it turned out that anything else would.
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17-Jun-2016 17:06:55

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Joric Ironfist

Well... that wasn't exactly an answer. And what kind of name was 'Skullvulture' anyways?

Before Joric could respond, Armando Godkiller then rode in, having noticed to. Joric turned to regard the man carefully, and once again took a moment to ponder the request. Although he did believe in the Engelite Pantheon, he did not worship gods like Tyrrus or Janus with the same religious fervor as the land's other residents, and held some degree of skepticism about both Churches. Who was this man to promise him rewards in the next life?

"Would join you if I could." The dwarf said. "But someone has to slay the Hagfather. I gave my word to see this through. If you help us, we could all join you on your quest to hunt Soahc within a couple of days - better chance of stopping him. We're going up against magic - it'll be a blast. " He suggested, drawing emphasis on the last word.

But then his tone turned serious. "And are you willing to live with the guilt if everyone here dies and the Hagfather goes free?"

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Cirion

Cirion still regarded the hagspawn with some suspicion. Not only was she proud of her heritage, but she admitted that her mother was working with Soahc. Then again, she did save him... but this so-called 'Soahc' (who he hadn't even seen) was supposed to big on deception and lies.

But at the same time, he also had no other lead...

"I can. For now." He replied somewhat guardedly. "For what purpose was Soahc trying to create life on this 'Godforge'?"

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Brodus

Brodus listened intently to Soahc's words, his helmet hiding any facial reaction to them. The answer made sense, although it still didn't answer the question of why he hadn't done so sooner. Perhaps he had just been reluctant to give up his godhood?

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18-Jun-2016 00:01:18

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Before he could respond, the big mechanical demon dragon... thing rumbled onto the scene. Brodus looked upon it with disgust - all it did was ramble and leave a trail of blood everywhere it went. Anyways, it then attempted to silence the bard that Brodus had grown accustomed to hearing, and then went into some great big ramble that effectively cut off the previous conversation.

While the beast was talking, Brodus took the time to remove his helmet - it was getting hot - and then examine the creature's body, trying to see if he could spot any weaknesses on its mechanical frame, and absently wonder if he would absorb its soul if he killed it. Although he had abandoned most of his knightly and religious teachings, and had become more tolerant (but not trusting) of demons during his time with the sword, there were some that he just found too disgusting and irritating to let live... like this one.

A quick look at his companions revealed that Kira too held some level of disgust for the creature. He made a mental note of that, should he ever decide to take matters into his own hands and kill the beast himself.

As for his thoughts on their companions as a whole, he found Kira to be attractive but full of herself - although that was hardly a quality he could fault, as they were all egomaniacs to some degree. She seemed to be in this for the bloodshed, and so was Brodus. Then there was Sileo, an assassin who had a habit of disappearing - Brodus knew little about him other than that he was probably in this for the gold. After him was Ubaid, who Brodus knew very little about - they hadn't spoken in the past few days, as Brodus figured they weren't on the best terms after he attempted to murder him, and therefore the knight knew little about him. Ryokin was next, and Brodus wasn't exactly a big fan considering he was the one who summoned that mechanical beast.

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18-Jun-2016 00:14:45

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Anyways, the creature's speech had finished, and Brodus turned back to regard Soahc, who was now talking about their next destination and giving hints as to what they could expect.

"Well, centaurs will be a nice change of pace from cowering villagers and overzealous knights." Brodus remarked - it would certainly add some variety to the collection of souls he could summon.

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Alicia Vendal

Alicia was unimpressed with the Big Fat's speech. It hadn't told her anything that the Decan hadn't already mentioned. Clearly she was not asking the right question.

Ignoring Karstone and Ryle's reunion, she took another step forward. "You. Who are you and why are you here?" She asked the blue-armored figure, who Karstone had pointed out as dangerous.
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18-Jun-2016 00:25:23

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Og City


Karstone cringed inwardly as the slaver made his way over to the two of them. He knew this one by name and by nature- outwardly friendly, inwardly cold. Karstone had little doubt of the kind of character that Ryle Emeraldian was, as deadly as he was cordial. Not wishing to cause conflict though, (and completely uncertain if Ryle had any crimes to his name in this new world,) he begrudgingly accepted the proffered hand.

"Aye, Ah know yah," Karstone responded. "Karstone Grea'john." It felt strange introducing himself to a man he already knew, but it made sense. It was not like they had ever been on speaking terms, even when they were fighting on the same side of the battle. "Ah fought alongside yer bibliomancer in the Gran' Lib'ry o' Messia. A good man, who remained behind to fight a good cause."

Karstone had no warm words for the captain himself, so he hoped compliments of one of his shipmates would suffice.

The elf strummed a few droll notes on the harp, grinning all the while, before removing himself from his seat and advancing upon the group, eyes set on Alicia.

"A rather accusatory tone, should I take offence?" He was as deft as a cat, yet as built as a mountain lion. "I have the honour of being Timruviel Flayvirion. I am here to lend my services to the cause, as are you."

" He is here to kill those who exiled him, " corrected the Big Fat which lorded over the room as physically as she lorded over the nation figuratively. " You have felt the dream-taint, " she acknowledged, staring at Alicia with her eyes as large as boulders. " I too felt the pull, but refused it. Is this why you have come? Do you wish to lend aid, or do you wish simply to sight-see? There is a war to be won, one which won't be resolved by talking. "
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18-Jun-2016 00:55:20

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Slayer of Azul

"That's the question," agreed Vianna, who was staring off southward where Soahc's horde would be coming from, judging by the magical totem she possessed. "If my mother knows, she has not told me." There was no affection between a hag and her spawn, only obedience and subservience. Sometimes, the greatest of the hagspawn would be rewarded with teaching in the magical arts known only to the hags, but those hagspawn that earned the privilege tended to be the nastiest of their brood.

"What does Bloodgift not have? What could he hope to possess? And what is he planning now that his original plan has failed?" After she aired these questions, the hagspawn looked directly at Cirion to show that they were not rhetorical. It seemed she had been tasked with finding an outside source to help unravel this mystery, and she would not stop until that task was completed to the letter.
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18-Jun-2016 01:00:29

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Alicia Vendal

Okay, Alicia really didn't like this. Looking at the Big Fat, who was a bit of a ***** to be honest, she wondered why the hell she had even come here. She was not getting paid. She had no investment in the conflict between two nations of idiots. Her companion was a creep. Magical weirdness had tried to invade her head, and now here she was standing before some sort of weird monster... thing .

At first she had followed along only because of a curiosity, but that curiosity was beginning to wear thin to the point where she honestly had to to ask: what practical reason did she have for being here? Every single self-preservative instinct within her was screaming to leave and let the issue sort itself out.

So that is what she did.

Without another word, she turned and walked out the door.

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Cirion

Cirion appeared to be genuinely stumped by the question, rubbing his chin as he spent several moments pondering it. Then, finally, he spoke.

"What he doesn't have is godhood or immortality, if human legend is to be believed. But his motives are hard to predict, since he is supposed to be unpredictable - I would imagine his primary objective is to stir up chaos, but that seems obvious... perhaps a bit too obvious...

...but let's say he went to this Godsforge because he wanted to raise an army. Well, that plan failed. But now here he is, going on raids left right and center, attracting new followers... he already has an army now. But we shouldn't take the Godsforge out of the equation - he may have plans to use it that either have to do with his army or his destination. What sort of life does this Godforge have the potential to create?

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18-Jun-2016 01:44:04

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I think the best course of action is to look into the history of where he is headed. Any magical artifacts, any sites of historical significance... but that may take too long. What we definitely need are more allies. Even if we can't stand up to him directly, we can harass and delay his army. By the way, are there any agents on the inside other than your mother?" Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

18-Jun-2016 01:44:54

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Zed Spector

Zed leaned on his staff as Etheldredda decided upon their course of action. She seemed intent on wiping out this Hag Coven with all her fury. This was personal for her. The albino still feared that there might be lives lost if the Hagfather came through the town, but she did have a point, saying that the coven would be on alert and the group might end up having to face both threats.

He was ordered to dispel illusions. He knew a few spells for it, but would he able to overcome whatever foul Hags' sorcery had bewitched those woods for years? Or perhaps his refined, disciplined technique would prove superior to the Hags' vile blood magic. Without Siera, it was entirely up to him to handle any magical problems.

Putting on his hood, he began preparing his spells.

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Henry Compton

"Very well then." Henry promptly shoved his sword back into its sheath and re-holstered his mace.

As the Decan addressed the group, she declared Sir Charles unfit for duty and ordered him to return to Og City. Henry agreed. The old knight seemed hellbent on following his pompous ideals to his grave. Henry had sworn to never again fight for the politics of withered old men, and he was unsure if whether he could fight beside a man like Sir Charles.

Then Decan Martha turned to him and ordered him to stay by Alania's side, citing his lack of trustworthiness. He had been a soldier for eight years, and a captain for three! Of course he could bloody stay in formation! Henry opened his mouth to protest, then sighed. The knight within him compelled him to protect Alania, especially while she was disarmed.

"I'll protect her with my life." He told the Decan, with the sense that guarding Alania was his mission, not killing this demon.

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