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D F Angel

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" Years? " Whether the Big Fat intended to be loud or not was irrelevant, her booming tones covered every inch of Og City, or at least so it seemed. " When the shamans sought to create their leader, they decided that to prevent bias, they should pick a child to elevate. Before my ascendance, I was two years of age. "

Karstone gawped at the beast, but had nothing to say to that. He knew the ogres were barbaric, but this, this was disgusting. This is impure, horrifying. To have done this to a child...

The Big Fat either did not know the impression she had created on the aged adventurer, or did not care. Waving a pillar-sized arm in front of her, the bubbling mass of green slime she bathed in began to swirl, come clear, and presented a vision. Ogres were caught in a spider's web, and panning outwards that web sat upon a forest, faceless soldiers marching out as the mountains leered over them from above.

Karstone Greatjohn had no idea what any of it meant.

"Ah, yah can never trus' a bloody mage," he said in annoyance. "Ah'm goin' now, if you two are wan'ing t' accompany me, be my guest," Karstone told the ex-pirate and the un-pirate, before walking over to where the roguish, leather-armoured man had rudely interrupted Alicia's abrupt exit. "You too, pretty boy," he said to the man, before turning to Alicia.

"Ah know it don' make sense. Ah know we're outta our depth. Bu' we've a choice to help other or to help oursens. We migh' not be able to save them, or even figure ou' what it is they need savin' from, bu' if we don' try we'll never know if we coulda helped. And if things get worse, you'll ne'er stop blaming yoursen." Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

01-Jul-2016 17:03:01

D F Angel

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Hunt for Spirry

"It..." Alania hesitated as she stared at Kat. Could she trust her? Alania supposed she would have to, if it was to prevent lives being lost. "I was shown a vision. A vision of what would happen if the demon was allowed to fall to evil. The world... The whole world was made of blood and metal, and humanity was its plaything..."

As she spoke, Alania cottoned on to the fact that what she was saying was not painting the demon in the best light, and decided to trail off into silence, lest she give the Tyrannian Empire any more reason to try and butcher the lost soul.

With Sir Charles escorting the chaplain away, and Henry agreeing to act as Alania Clarke's guard, Decan Martha lead the group onward into the woods. The further progress they made, the more they felt isolated from the real world, the more it became apparent that they were entering into the demon's domain.

The trees were leaking blood. It trailed down their great trunks and pooled at their gnarled roots, great red warning signs which signalled they were not welcome here, that they were entering into something foreign, something alien. The deeper they went, the darker the depravities of these woodlands. From red strings swayed dangling eyeballs, watching their approach, as pieces of flesh, chunks of tendons, long flowing ropes of intestines hung from branches. Organs were littered about the place, brains and hearts and lungs, in bushes and on bark, scattered everywhere and anywhere, surrounding them, leaking bile and blood and bodily fluids, making the ground a dank, inhospitable sludge.

"How... How many people has it killed?" Whispered Tybur, clutching at his sword. Enrael was making a silent prayer, and Tyget* was wretching off to one side. To Alania it seemed like the fruits of the vision she had had the night before, the first signs of taint, an indication of what she wished to prevent. To Decan Martha, it seemed like Hell. Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

01-Jul-2016 17:03:13

D F Angel

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"None," the decan answered, hiding her repulsion deep inside of her. She was an officer of the Empire, and would show no fear in the face of adversity. Not even in the face of utter damnation. "It's growing out of the trees."

Looking closer- it was true. The skin, the tortured flesh, the bloated organs and hanging extremities, they were all growing out of the woods, growing out of the plant-life, as though nature itself was being polluted, being distorted into this sacrilegious monument to depravity. The deformed buds, so lifelike, were swaying slightly as though there were a gentle breeze- but they were deep into the forest now, and no breeze reached here.

"We position ourselves, now ," Decan Martha said in a forced whisper, and her tone and volume indicated to the others to both shut up and listen. The foot soldiers of the contubernium were all equipped with spear, short sword and shield. They numbered ten, discounting the decan their leader and Kat their auxiliary scout. Silently, the decan began moving them into the positions she wanted.

Two were lifted into trees, climbing high, avoiding the entrails left by their prey, waiting in the foliage with spears at the ready. One slipped beneath a fallen tree, crawling backwards into position, as leaves were dumped on top of his waiting form. One bound his spear to a branch and tugged it back behind a hollow tree, which he tried his best to slip his form into, wishing to release it should the demon come his way. Two snapped their spears in half and placed them in bushes to throw the demon in if necessary, themselves removing their swords and climbing into a small ditch dug by some large animal. The final four were each given a cardinal direction and walked twenty paces that way, to act as lookouts should the demon approach.

Unearthing a thorn bush, Martha encouraged Kat to get beneath it, before dumping the tangling vines upon her. Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

01-Jul-2016 17:03:21

D F Angel

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"Make that gun count," the decan whispered to Kat- the scout, obscured by the overgrowth, had a clean path between her and where Alania and Henry stood.

Martha came to them now, handing Alania back her blue long-sword begrudgingly. "When it comes, it'll come fast," Martha told Henry. "Engage it if you have to, but simply holding it off is preferable. My men are well positioned to come to your aid, should the demon choose you first. If it comes for my men first... It is best you run, should the fight turn sour. You have no reason to die for our cause."

The decan chose to ignore Alania altogether, perhaps to hide her own internal doubts about using a human being as bait. Martha herself made her way up a small hillock so as to overlook the defences she had set. Nestling herself between the roots of a tree, she rested her own spear at her feet, withdrew her short sword, and rested it on her knees, awaiting the inevitable.

"Don't worry," Alania whispered to Henry- why she was whispering when she thought the demon an ally was anyone's guess, perhaps it was just the foreboding atmosphere, the tense notion that they had set a trap which soon must be sprung to dire results, or maybe Alania herself was having doubts about Spirry's purity.

"No one's going to die today." Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

01-Jul-2016 17:03:28

NotFishing

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Joric Ironfist

Joric had groaned slightly at Rovaan's less-than-diplomatic approach. Truthfully, the dwarf had never been one for persuasion, but he knew better than to needlessly antagonize people who could become your allies. Blindly attacking anything that looked like a threat didn't help him at Copperdale...

And then there was the matter of rendering the hags extinct. That actually gave Joric pause - they would be causing an entire race to die out... then again, would that be such a bad thing in the case of the hags? They were wicked creatures and would continue to kill and enslave, but Etheldredda herself was proof that at least some of their offspring had the capacity to do good. It was something he would have to think about.

Anyways, Armando Godkiller had left. Skullvulture had joined the group, and into the forest they went. Joric wasn't sure what to make of the man - he had a strange name, was even less friendly than Armando, and rarely spoke, but they had more important things to worry about.

"You're going to need a clear head to deal with the fog." Joric joked to Zed, before walking up in front of the group and raising his shield. "This is going to be a blast ." It had been ages (a few hours, really) since his last good joke. He had a lot to make up for.

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Cirion

"Perhaps the centaurs might have an idea? Or at the very least, they could use a warning." Cirion suggested, and as if on queue a rumbling off in the distance could be heard. Cirion immediately drew his sword and brought out his wand... only to set them in the ground, and he made no effort to run or hide. He lowered his hood, revealing his elven ears, and waited.

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Brodus

I wonder how weak your stomach will be if I can cut it open Brodus thought to himself as Spirry outright called him weak-stomached. Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

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NotFishing

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Considering the fact that Brodus was a man who nourished himself on the souls of the innocent, a more false statement could not have been spoken.

Then Soahc and the Hag started debating some sort of prophecy. Brodus tried to pay attention, but it was hard to wrap his head around what they were saying. Then that somehow turned into a discussion about the Hag's plans for children, which then culminated in a rant about what she would do to any who opposed her... but by then, Brodus had already given up on following the discussion.

It seemed as though the most reasonable people here were the ones who did not clearly flaunt some sort of ulterior motive or grand scheme of their own. Just give him a target, and he would kill it, and if anyone attempted to steal said kill, then there would be an issue. Why did life have to be more complicated than that?

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Alicia

Alicia looked at Karstone, and then at the door, and appeared hesitant, considering his words. But then she thought of the Big Fat's own words, how the ogres had warped a child into an abomination. She thought of the civil war going on that she had no stake in. She thought of how even if she stayed, they had no idea what to do next.

Then, saying nothing, she turned and walked out the door.

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Gorm

A dwarf clad in heavy black dwarven plate armor marched with an air of confidence through the streets of Og. Standing at about four feet in height, the rest of his appearance was completely indistinguishable, save for a pair of dark green eyes visible through the slits of his bucket helmet. Both his gauntlets and boots had spikes on the knuckles and toes, making his punches and kicks that much more deadly. On his back was a steel poleaxe with a large blade, and at his belt was a steel flail. Both weapons were of dwarven make, and were well taken care of. Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

01-Jul-2016 18:17:30 - Last edited on 01-Jul-2016 18:26:10 by NotFishing

NotFishing

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He stepped inside Og's Great Hall, and immediately realized that he had arrived near the end of some sort of discussion that likely involved important information. He inclined his head at such an angle, that even beneath his heavy steel helmet everyone in the room would instantly be able to detect a 'what the hell did I miss?' expression, regardless of their own personal skills of observation.

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((Sorry for short non-bio. Information about this character will be revealed as time goes on.)) Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

01-Jul-2016 18:18:45 - Last edited on 01-Jul-2016 18:27:30 by NotFishing

Azi Demonica

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March to Darkness

Soahc joked, mentioning words like Christmas and the bible, which were two things Mechanical knew about, and was surprised that Soahc did as well, or perhaps it was just a coincidence? In a realm were realities and time coiled, anything was possible!

Brodus was not happy when Spirry remarked him having a weak stomach, Brodus probably thinking about something threatening, and perhaps he would get a chance to one day cut the blood-demon's belly open. Soahc seemed to enjoy Spirry's comment about weak stomachs, and his former, say, spouse had some interest in the mechanical demon.

Mechanical shrugged upon Soahc's disliking of riddles, but said nothing. But there was mention of gods, and considering descendants and how godhood seemed to pass onto offspring, well, it made everything complicated. Ethyl mentioned Soahc was the last god, but Mechanical made no reaction, simply opening and then closing his mandibles with an audible click of the teeth. However, when Cold Ethyl mentioned flaying, and sending demons howling back from where they came from, that got Mechanical's attention.

“Yes, evil, we're all evil, though I don't consider myself evil. From where I come from, we have a saying: There is no good, there is no evil, only flesh and metal.” Mechanical remarked, then looked approximately at Cold Ethyl.

“I sense you are called... Hot Alkyl? Whatever, it is much more beautiful to flay when you yourself, flay yourself, as you flay.” Mechanical said, then turned to Soahc, “Yes, it is like a spider. We go to the east then! Through the Great Plains, and then meet the Newborn at the mountain, whichever mountain it is!” Mechanical continued eagerly, even spreading his arms happily; he was quite an oddball.

Perhaps, somewhere along the journey, Cold Ethyl would be able to get more hints from Mechanical, he did seem like a talkative fellow despite his rambling riddles.

01-Jul-2016 20:40:20

Azi Demonica

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The Hunt for Spirry

Decan Martha, Alania, Kat, Henry, Tybur, Enrael, Tyget*, and the other Tyrannian soldiers had found his domain, or at least the area he had tainted. Undoubtedly, the Newborn had regained some of his powers or abilities, the sights that came as a result quite obvious. Flesh and organs were literally growing out of the trees and canopy, going through some sort of unnatural metamorphosis.

Nevertheless, Martha was unfazed by the ghastly sights, as were most of the soldiers it would seem, and they assembled an ambush just for the Newborn, two men going up in the tree, others in the bushes, and a few in holes.

Spears and swords ready, the ambush would work, and Kat had a good spot to use her firearm should Spirry get into view. Alania was confident that no-one would be dying today, whispering that to Henry, and the tense waiting began.

Quite a few minutes passed, and nothing happened. Those lying in wait were getting a little bored; what if the demon did not appear? The eyeballs hanging on the ends of sinewy tissue seemed to be looking at the humans, the organs near people working away as they normally would: hearts began beating, lungs pumping, intestines seemingly swallowing nothing, all these things working audibly amidst the blood leaking from the trees.

Blood arose from the ground here and there, puddles of blood forming, and then the wait was over. Up ahead, the ground split apart in a rather smaller area, blood gushing out as if a fountain, and the Newborn had spawned into this world.

He had no changed much, still being a fleshy, skinless, devilish figure that somewhat resembled a bipedal dragon. He still did not have eyes, cheeks or lips, however, Alania may notice that, since the first encounter, the Newborn had become more muscular, having definitely grown some mass.

The nine-foot bipedal dragon-demon walked forth, entire body dripping with blood; he was quite suitable for this environment.

01-Jul-2016 22:35:24 - Last edited on 02-Jul-2016 05:47:38 by Azi Demonica

Azi Demonica

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Still without eyes, he could not see, but he could sense his surroundings. He approached Alania straight ahead of she and Henry. Spirry was rapidly and continuously opening and closing his mouth, upper teeth and lower teeth clicking into one another, a kind of odd habit he developed somehow.

“Stress, worry, fear, anxiety... I felt them, and as I have promised, I am here.* The Newborn remarked, referring to Alania, but did not seem to notice Henry.

Undoubtedly, the ambush would be a success; Spirry could not realize much without eyes. Whenever he approached the masses of growing flesh, they would react to his presence, and operate with greater vigour, a bladder growing a tiny spine and a pair of tendon-like arms, and it crawled around, running into a tree trunk and splatting against it. A few other fleshy masses grew organs in the shape of tentacles.

The blood-demon walked rather slowly, arms slightly bent and down his sides, wings gently flapping, and his tail moving like a slithering snake behind him. The beast's footfall was soft and light contrary to his size, or perhaps because he was bare-foot. The blood dripping constantly down the demon's frame and from the trees made this area sound like an echoing sprinkler.

“If you can dream me, if you can think me, if you can feel me, I am still there, in you. And here we are, beyond the realms of dreams, now like aliens in the land of reality. I sense that my other self... the machine version of me, well, he is leading a demigod, the Deceiver eastward, to meet me and the Eight-Legged One at a mountain. It seems that my mechanical form has deceived the Deceiver, and is leading him and his forces into a web of the Eldritch, or so he hopes. Is that why you are afraid?” Spirry asked, now be close to Henry and Alania, and stopped before them about ten feet away, relaxing his wings and tail, clasping his hands behind his back, and standing still...

01-Jul-2016 22:35:36

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