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D F Angel

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Judy's Respite

"You know where Skullvulture is?" Cadmus asked in a mad rush, rushing up to Judy as he said so and seizing her hand in eager anticipation. Where before he was cool and calm, now he seemed somewhat manic. "The hags? Of course, the gloryhound, I'll get him this time..."

Realising that he had slipped in his act, Cadmus Lenian composed himself and took a step back, smiling sheepishly. "I have waited a long time for this, is all," he told Judy. "We will head to the forest, and you will summon a demon to draw him out. Once he's dead, we can go and see Soahc. I am very interested in what the God of Chaos has to offer. What information do you have for him?

Og City

As Alicia walked out once more, another young, roguish man walked through the door, slinging his arm about her shoulder and dragging her into the limelight. "Le's not be hasty now," he said with a grin of impeccably white teeth. "I think we should get to know each other first..."

Karstone had since turned his attention away from the leaving adventurer, knowing that her resolve was spent. He was somewhat bitter, but most hearts fell on the selfish side. He couldn't blame her for wanting out. But Karstone couldn't leave whilst he felt there was still some good he could do, even if he was way in over his head.

Another had entered the room, a dwarf armoured from head to heel. Karstone decided to seize this opportunity before this ally decided to walk out of the door as well. "Headin' to Ogrin. T' see the elves, mayhaps," he gave a backwards glance towards the resplendently dressed Timruviel, who gave his catlike smirk back. Pausing, frowning, Karstone turned back to the Big Fat.

"Who gave you all these weapons and armour?"

" They were acquired before my creation. My children say it was left for them in great troves, though the truth of the matter is hard to discern. " Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

11-Jul-2016 03:24:06

D F Angel

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Karstone tutted. "Wha's the poi*' in magic if no one can ever ge' any answers?" He asked his new comrade, the dwarf, as he was absolutely refusing to look upon Ryle Emeraldian or Timruviel Flayvirion as friends. He wondered if the former knew he sent the latter to kill him once. He thought it best not to find out.

Leaving the Big Fat's house or temple or bath or whatever it was, Karstone took a breath of fresh air after leaving the noxious fumes behind. Looking about, he saw that a man with brown skin was being carried towards them, tied to a rope like chattel. For a moment Karstone thought he was a familiar face too, but it turned out to be a stranger, just a Khaliyite in an unfortunate situation. Karstone marched up to the ogre that was leading him around like a dog.

"Le'go o' him," Karstone told the ogre guide sternly. The ogre seemed quite perplexed at the command. Thinking, he added, "Y' don' wanna catch Mugwo now, do yah?"

The ogre dropped the rope at once and reeled back, clearly thinking Mugwo was some sort of contagious disease. The ogre Mugwo, seeing this, got rather offended and engaged the former ogre in a pushing match. Untying the bonds of the bound man, Karstone felt it wise not to tarry.

"Ah'm Karstone Greatjohn," he introduced himself, before gesturing to the dwarf besides him. "An' this is-" he soon realised he'd been in such a rush to leave the Big Fat behind, that he had not inquired the dwarf's name. Shaking his head, he offered a hand out to the dwarf and started again.

"Ah'm Karstone Greatjohn," he said sheepishly. "Wha' brings yah both t' these parts then?" Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

11-Jul-2016 03:24:28

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Hunt for Spirry

Alania Clarke felt her breathing slow as the Newborn appeared- the good Spirry, the bleeding, fleshy, bipedal monstrosity that he was. The potential for great evil, but the potential for great good- Alania was certain that was what she saw in her vision, was certain that was why the singing angel had visited her, had showed her the way. This demon was the key to the future, his salvation was vital to the gods, and so Alania would redeem him.

And then Spirry spoke of the other him. Said that he was running amok. That the evil Spirry was not only not a future possibility, but was a present reality, was allied with the Deceiver... Soahc?! It was worse than Alania thought. She wondered if the demons were literally split, or if the Newborn was speaking poetically, that he had gone to Soahc himself in his confusion... If Spirry was literally two, then what did the vision mean?

Alania had no idea how to respond to Henry's glib comment. She couldn't find the humour in the situation, only puzzlement.

"This is Spirry," she introduced to Henry, before gesturing to Henry himself. "And this is Henry. I'm not afraid. I want to help you, I had a vision-"

A gunshot went off, Spirry staggered, wounded- but continued, regardless of the bullet now lodged in his skull. He mentioned the others, spoke them by name, noted they were not there. And then asked if Alania wanted to continue her quest.

"Yes," she said wistfully. "Yes, we want to help, we want to-"

"TYWROUGHT!"

The rallying cry was from none other than Decan Martha. She had watched, had seen Spirry take no damage at all, and had decided that intervention was needed. Hearing that Spirry had bilocated, was consorting with the Defiler of the Old World himself, only lead to further validation of her religious fears. Spirry was a demon of the highest calibre, and must be stopped at all costs. Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

11-Jul-2016 03:24:44

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Two spears flew down from the trees as Decan Martha tossed her own forth, before seizing her sword and continuing the charge. Her contubernium were appearing from their hiding spaces, charging out with their weapons, all in a religious fervour, ready to annihilate the scourge that was the necrodemon, Spirry.

Rage of a lone knight

The chaplain that had been appointed to Decan Martha's contubernium was growing very weary of the complaints of the landless knight besides him. He complained that they had not gotten the correct provisions, that there was no real plan, he seemed to complain about just about everything really.

However, the knight was evidently very passionate, and quite sharp as well. He spoke of trackers, of the types of weapons one might be needing, that they would have to dabble in magic to solve this issue. Sir Charles seemed like just the person to be put in charge of the assault, should Decan Martha fail.

"The ambassador's name is Phallius," said the chaplain meekly, apparently afraid that Sir Charles was on the verge of launching into another tirade- it seemed to be the man's trade.

"Remove the 'i' and you'd be closer to the truth," said another voice, and out from behind a rock came a woman black as charcoal, with high, thin eyebrows, a wide nose and a triumphant smile tarnished by the scar that cut diagonally through it. She wore leather, with red silk beneath and a tan trench-coat over it. Her hair was in dreadlocks that came to the small of her neck, around which was tied a bandanna, black with white skulls on it.

The chaplain went quiet and shrank behind Sir Charles as the woman strode forth without a care in the world. "Captain X is the name. A little bird told me you'd be here. My friends in Ogrin would like a word. You may come peacefully or otherwise. I do hope you choose otherwise." She had a basket-hilt sword at her side, and a blunderbuss swung around her back. Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

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Sir Charles

The knight almost jumped out of his skin, his sword leaping into his hands as he went from cursing everybody he knew to cursing himself for not paying enough attention. A little part of his mind reminded him that she had good reason to gloat right now; even he should have been able to see this coming. But the rest of him saw nothing more than another obstacle, thrown up in his holy path, and despaired.

Ogrin meant more magic, which was just what he needed right now. Another way for this to all go to hell. What the warlocks wanted with him, he couldn't fathom, but by the same token he couldn't give less of a damn. Recent experience had demonstrated how it couldn't possibly be anything good, but he had so many bigger problems that these dark machinations barely registered. Besides, he had said that he would want some wizards to counteract the demon's sorcery; who knows, if the Lord was kind, this may even be a boon in disguise.

And then, as soon as she finished speaking (And try as he might, Charles could not remember the last time he had seen someon so... dark), he felt the blood drain from his cheeks, and surge back in a wave of white-hot rage.

'A little bird'. The words ran round and round in the cantankerous complainant's mind, the inevitable conclusion boiling to the surface. A vein in his temple bulging, Charles' teeth ground audibly together; when he spoke, his voice came out calm, measured, and undercut with all the frustration and fury that characterised his relationships with everybody he had met for months. "I do not have time for this."

He didn't have a God-damned chance, he knew. He was a sick, weak man, worn out from too much travel and too little sleep and his own forced march. She looked to be in much better shape than he was, had a gun, and he wouldn't be surprised for a moment if there was a brace of pistols trained on him from behind some other outcropping. All seeing. All knowing. All scumbag.

11-Jul-2016 14:05:03

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But, he had just had to run away from his God-given duty. Again. And that 'little bird' had tried to shaft him again, just like in Karstone's camp, just like Capital City. And now that Captain Pseudonymous had thrown her hat into the ring, everybody on this side of the continent seemed hell-bent on getting in his way, of stopping the Lord's holy work and dooming themselves and everyone they had ever loved in the process.

And that f***ing bird had tried to kill him before, and failed. Thrice. It was his turn now.

Without taking his eyes off the assailant, and before she got too close for him to impart anything to his comrade, Charles leaned back and, barely moving his lips, muttered to the chaplain: "Get to Og, don't look back, the demon's what matters. Tell Karstone Greatjon: It's Capital City all over."

And with that, the knight stepped forward, taking a hand off his sword and pointing back the way he had just come. "Go that way," he commanded, "Until you find the demon. It's probably flaying a few people I know as a warmup, before it comes for the rest of us. And I've been trying to stop that thing, for all our sakes, despite every c*** around me being too stupid to know what they're up against or too cowardly to do anything to stop it."

He jerked his head at the chaplain. It was worth a try... "Here's the deal: He walks. He goes back to Og, he gets the army, and he gets to bury that thing at a crossroads before it gets too tough to kill. And I'll go to Ogrin, and we'll all win. I need to roast that buzzard over an fire after the year it's put me through." A twisted smile pulled at the corners of his mouth. "Trust me, shoot that thing while you still can."

He spread his arms wide, inviting, the smile vanishing as soon as it had appeared. "The chaplain walks to Og, and I walk to Ogrin, and I'll put up as much of a fight as you like. Or you could come with us , instead, and do something worth doing." He shrugged. "Just a thought." All seeing. All knowing. All scumbag.

11-Jul-2016 14:05:57

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Rage of a lone knight

The so-called Captain X raised a quizzical eyebrow at the knight's comments, before smiling at his glib tongue and erratic behaviour. "Sure, he walks," the woman agreed, and the chaplain quickly made himself scarce with hardly a backward glance towards the knight that had willingly offered himself up as hostage. His theatrical side-pounce when he passed the rocky outcrop the captain had hidden herself behind was a clear indicator that Sir Charles' fears were true, and there were more soldiers laying in wait. The chaplain however passed unhindered.

"I don't know or care for any demon," the pirate captain told Sir Charles, and when she smiled there was a twinkle of a gold tooth. "And I'm sure the bird will be loath to hear that, it sung such high praises of you. You've been invited by Gorgon the Gorgon himself. Drop your sword if you're coming willingly; weapons in a white man's hand often make me nervous."

Her hand fell almost casually to the hilt of her basket sword as she spoke.

"I told you my name, now you tell me yours. A little cooperation goes a long way in a parley, wouldn't you say?" Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

11-Jul-2016 14:36:26

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Sir Charles

...

"Inv- What ?"

None of those words made any sense. He smelled bull****.

Whatever the buzzard's game was, Charles did not have the wisdom to see through it today. All he knew was, against all the odds, this had actually worked, and as he slowly climbed down from being willing to try and kill everything that moved he began to consider pursuing a career as a professional gambler. This did, of course, leave him more-or-less at the mercy of what looked like a gang of cutthroats rather than taking the fight to the foe, and that rankled; but, at least the fight would be taken to the foe. Hopefully by Karstone, once he knew what the stakes were.

Still... This 'captain' had held up her end of the bargain, and it looked like a fight wasn't actually on her mind. With a deep sense of foreboding, the knight felt obliged to purse his lips, nod his agreement and reach down with his spare hand to start undoing his swordbelt. "Gorgon the Gorgon," he repeated slowly, his long, slow lessons with the tutor when he was a boy stirring some useless knowledge in him, "I've never heard of him. Should I bring a mirror, or is it just a name?

"And, if you trust that bird, send it that way." The belt coming away, Charles raised his scabbard and reluctantly slid his weapon home. "You can hardly miss the monster: No skin; constantly bleeding; babbles about how it wants to torture everyone for ever and ever and itself in the bargain, and needs to be killed as soon as God-damn possible before it gets started. Looks like some sort of drakekin.

"So:" He held up the sword, sheathed and safe, for someone to emerge and take from him; if nobody did, then with a shrug he would lay it gently on the ground, not without sorrow. "What did the buzzard have to say of Sir Charles of Richton, exactly?" If she was playing the game, then so could he. Snapping himself ramrod-straight, he clapped his heels together and inclined his head. "A pleasure, of course." All seeing. All knowing. All scumbag.

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Rage of a lone knight

As Sir Charles offered out his sword willingly, the first of Captain X's companions emerged. He was a somewhat pathetic creature, short and slightly hunched. He wore a trench coat of a darker colour than the captain's, of a much hardier material and lined with many pockets, stained with dirty browns and sickly yellows and crusted crimson. He had small, nervous hands, which tentatively wrapped themselves about the knight's sword as though caressing a baby. His greasy hair was tied behind his head, his eyes obscured by goggles which had half a dozen lenses attached, and his nose seemed to stretch unnaturally out of his face, pointed, coned, like a rodent's.

Bowing low as he seized the weapon he scuttled backwards towards the captain, offering it up to her but she waved it away. "The exercise will do you good, rat man," she told the peculiar gentleman.

"As you say ma'am," agreed the rat man, bowing low again.

"Gorgon's no Gorgon," Captain X told Sir Charles, walking up to greet him and offering him an amicable hand to shake, (should he consent, she would pat him on the shoulder with her off-hand,) "Just took the name of the ogres' most feared fairy-tale. You have to feel sorry for them really, so ugly that they had to make up a creature who was ugly enough to kill you." She laughed at that, and then whistled, signalling the last of her troop to come out of hiding.

Her final accomplice was very nearly mistakable for an ogre shaman, for she was a particularly rotund woman bordering on circular. She wore leather braces on her shins and forearms, though the leather she had put over her navy shirt barely counted as a bib when forced to contend with her weight. Held against her shoulder was a great wooden club, with four iron spikes emerging at ninety-degree angles around the circumference of where the weapon was thickest. Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

11-Jul-2016 15:57:27

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"He's the king of Ogrin, though none of the ogres have sat down and thought of a proper title for the role yet." She hooked her arm through Sir Charles's own to turn him around and lead him in the direction she wanted them to be going, the two followed closely behind by the round woman and the skulking man.

"I'm not one to trust talking birds. These Avians will be to blame for all this, you watch. It's been a few centuries since they enslaved the dwarves and now they've grown bored." That the captain's prejudice of the birdmen came directly from the fact that they were once, far back in their history, a slave-owning race, was evident. Whether this was a just reason to hate them or not was up in the air, though clearly Captain X had some personal stake in the slave industry.

"I don't doubt this demon exists, we've just got bigger fish to fry."

"Excuse me ma'am," piped up the rat man, in a whispery voice that was clearly fine-tuned so as not to offend on those rare moments he allowed himself to speak. "The properties this demon possesses could be... useful, for my studies."

" Big Bertha can kill it! " Announced the woman proudly, whose regular voice was loud enough that the birds scattered in the trees.

"That'll be up to the Gorgon," Captain X told her travelling companions dismissively, before turning back to the knight. "Well met, Sir Charles," she said with a smile. "The buzzard whispers in the ear of the Gorgon. It's like a game of Khaliyan whispers. Surely the bird can't talk much, and surely the ogre misses the important parts. But one or both of them seem to think you're some great hero, and that you've dealt with this sort of problem before."

She shrugged her shoulders. "What the problem is, mind you, they've not told me. Ogres aren't very trusting of outsiders, even ones as dashing as me," she batted her eyes at Sir Charles to prove her dashing nature. Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

11-Jul-2016 15:57:32

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