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NotFishing

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Joric Ironfist

Truthfully, when Joric arrived at the Hags' lair he had expected some sort of dark cave, or maybe an abandoned castle. This was just a small village, out in the open so that anyone could walk in.

Well, they could if there wasn't a massive assortment of hags guarding the place.

The Dwarf hadn't known just how many hags would be there. Etheldredda had said it was a lot, but never provided an exact number - this many would certainly be a challenge. His first instinct was to charge the cage, cut down the guards, and smash open the door - but that would be acting without thinking, and even if he could destroy the door the hags would likely blast down the escaping prisoners before turning their attention on him.

So instead, he waited and listened as Etheldredda detailed the plan - assigning them to different areas. Joric noted that he had been assigned neither the cage nor the Great Mother - quite disappointing, really. Instead he had to follow Etheldredda, and soon realized what they were going to do.

If Etheldredda had worked up the will to look at Joric Ironfist's expression, she would have seen a cheerful smile.

"I need to axe you a question!" The dwarf roared in his loudest, booming voice as he rushed forward and swung his axe into the hip of a shocked spear-wielding hagspawn. Then he pulled it out, blocked a sword swing from another with his shield, and then swung his axe across her throat. "That's a real pain in the neck !"

After seeing the atrocities the hags had inflicted with his own eyes, Joric came to one conclusion - these hags needed to be eliminated.

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Cirion

When the herd arrived, Cirion had stood his ground. There was no sign of fear in his eyes, but he stood casually, to avoid looking like he was trying to be intimidating.

(continued) Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

11-Jul-2016 16:13:45

NotFishing

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"I'm afraid I was not able to get a good look at their forces." Cirion admitted. "I briefly crossed blades with one of their number - a black armored warrior. There was also a fire sorceress and a demon, both of which were like a small army on their own. My companion here has told me that there are hags and hagspawn among the army as well. The rest is made up of mercenaries and undead, which likely means there are additional mages to control them. Their leader calls himself Soahc, who according to human mythology is some sort of god or demi-god."

Pausing to give the leaders some time to digest this information, Cirion then continued. "We do not know exactly what they are seeking. We do know that he has some sort of grand plan though, but we have yet to figure it out. This area is in the center of Engelain, so they could simply be moving through it. But it is also known for its ancient ruins, yes? They may be targeting those sites as well. Are you in contact with any of the other tribes?"

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Brodu*

As the rest of the group bickered, Brodus kept his eyes on the horizon, scanning for threats. Even though they apparently had forward scouts, it would be nice to be prepared in case a force slipped past them or the scouts were killed. He briefly looked over at Soahc who had promised him a reward of souls, and nodded, a slight smile on his face. That was what he was looking for, and unless the demi-god deliberately kept him away from the fighting it was not something that could be denied.

"I've been wondering when we would get around to that." Brodus commented drily, putting his helmet back on. "Although I'm afraid my morale has been crushed after that bard was interrupted." He tilted his head down at the ground, giving off the appearance of sadness underneath his heavy armor, when in truth his voice carried nothing of the sort.

(continued) Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

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Gorm

Gorm followed Karstone out of the hut. He seemed to have some idea of what was going on, and was the only one who had bothered to answer his unspoken question.

Upon being questioned on where he came from, Gorm simply offered a casual shrug - as if he had just so happened to be taking a leisurely stroll through the area and decided to check out the Ogre civil war that was brewing.

Then Gorm turned to look at the man who was in bounds, his expression stern. How he managed to convey a facial expression through his helmet was beyond anyone's guess, and if the two asked they would be unlikely to receive an answer. Gorm studied the man, wondering what crime he might have committed to be put in bounds, and whether or not it was real or imagined. Considering the nature of these ogres, it could easily be both. Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

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Slayer of Azul

The centaurs were getting agitated as Cirion spoke- and the reasons for this agitation was laid out simply by their leader, the female centaur Zarleigh. "There is none so accursed as the necromancer. Soahc has signed his death warrant."

"This 'grand plan' is troubling," agreed Breymaire the blond, tugging at his beard as he looked down at Cirion. "It has been years beyond counting since Soahc the Unascended has dared enter our lands. To risk the ire of the centaurs implies he's concocted a scheme beyond his usual fiendishness."

"The Plains are sometimes called the Graveyard of Empire," said Zarleigh, and there was obvious satisfaction in her voice when she spoke this. "Tywrought, Casul, and the nameless empires which preceded them. None could subdue us for long. We bear their sacred treasures as a reminder to those that would dare cross us again." She gestured to her own ceremonial headdress.

"Relations between the herds are... Frail, at best," said Breymaire, glancing sideways towards the woman who appeared to be their leader. "Though progress is being made."

Zarleigh stretched her arms out, gesturing to the two males that had followed her, the older with the moustache and the younger with the mutton chops. "My father and my husband," she stated. "Two warring herds, brought together by my timely intervention. More will soon follow. The Avatar of Arran has seen a great purpose ahead for our people, and we must unite in order to face this fate."

"This unification will take longer than the advance of the enemy will allow," Breymaire conceded with slight annoyance, but also a faint smile which hinted at bemusement at his own short-comings in preparing. "I was chosen to bridge the gap between many peoples, and I would hardly be a useful tool if I could not even unite my own race. Arran has named me his Conciliator, and so conciliate I shall. Do you believe we would need more soldiers to fight this foe?" Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

11-Jul-2016 17:28:10

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Stories of the Past

As Thorek went on, Siera was surprised to realize that she recognized the names that he was talking about. Even'star was the huge barbarian that had fought the Dread Lord with them, and had been there when Azul had re-materialized the night before. Ironfist had to be Joric, unless it was one of his ancestors. It made her wonder how many people actually did adventuring, as it seemed that everyone who had taken such a profession knew each other.

She listened to the story with interest, hearing something new like this feeling like a breath of fresh air. It had been forever - or at least it felt like forever - since someone had told her a story of any kind, and since she loved to hear them as much as she loved to share them it was something she had missed. Just being in the position of sharing stories was an event that brought back memories and feelings of the best times of her life, and she didn't want to let go of that.

Thorek's half-doubt about the seriousness of what she had said prompted her to write more, although she was aware while she was writing how ridiculous it would look. It didn't help that the events she was writing about had never actually happened by decree of Janus, so there was no historical basis to anything she was going to tell him. She'd look insane, but she couldn't just not share the tale. Telling such things was what she did, and it was up to everyone else whether or not they believed it.

"

I wish it was a joke, since I might have my voice if it was.

" she wrote, trying not to look too bothered by what she was telling him. "

I wasn't exactly under a thrall. I

" and here she stopped writing for a moment as she tried to think about how to phrase it. After debating, she shrugged and decided to continue by telling the truth. Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

11-Jul-2016 17:53:16

Inferi

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"

needed to regain energy so that I could help some people fight a god that had manifested himself into the city by killing everything in it.

" she continued. "

I'm not human, and demonic energy doesn't agree with me, so the punishment for draining them was my voice. There's a statue in Messia of everyone that participated in that fight, or so I have heard. We fought and killed a god, and that statue is the only remnant of a world that was removed from history because Janus needed someone to do that task before he could set the worlds right. I don't really understand, but I was unconscious and didn't hear him speak either so everything I know about it came secondhand.

"

She paused for a moment before writing one more thing, a somewhat sheepish look on her face as she did.

"

This doesn't sound very believable, does it?

"

Then the conversation shifted, and an incredibly embarassed look came across her face as she quickly wrote, "

We're not in love please don't get the wrong idea! He's just my only real friend and the only one who I really trust. He helped me deal with the loss of my voice for months after we were returned to this world and he's just an amazing person that I

"

Here she tried to continue writing several times, but couldn't manage to get any more words on the paper. She really didn't know what the trouble was, and why she couldn't describe him at all to Thorek, or even why she was starting to cry while being unable to find the words. Why did it matter so much how she described him? How come she needed to find words that simply weren't there, and why did Thorek's talking about young love make her feel so...strange?

Wiping her eyes as Robnoxious put his chin on her shoulder and whined quietly, she continued writing below where she had cut off. It wasn't finishing the sentence - she still couldn't do that - but it was finishing what needed to be said right now. Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

11-Jul-2016 17:53:43

Inferi

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He was taken away and I don't know why. That's why I'm going to the mountains. There might be something there and I have nothing else to go on.

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Discourse with a Demigod

For once, Kira's response was not trivialized or dismissive. It was not hostile, nor was it agressive, but the seriousness in her tone and her eyes when she said it certainly meant something. What that something was could be anyone's guess, and since she did not appear angry - something that showed clearly on someone with such a fiery temper - it could mean pretty much anything.

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Very well. I will refrain from such things.

"

His admission that they would all get what they wanted made her wonder how much anyone knew, though. For her to get what she wanted, everyone here would lose something, the hags most of all. Ubaid would likely lose as much as well, but that remained to be seen. Of all the goals, only her own and his remained obscured from the others, and she was sure there was a reason for that. Everyone had an element of the unknown, as no specifics had been said yet, but the end goal of most was at least clear.

It simply reinforced what she had known from the beginning. Ubaid was the one to watch out for, as he had designs that were probably as grand as her own. She did not know the extent of his own abilities either, and the lack of both was more than enough of a reason for her to keep an eye on him if she could. Perhaps he would be an enemy, or perhaps he would be inconsequential, but she had no doubt that he would make a move of some sort before this was all over.

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If I get what I want, there won't be any need for consolation.

" was her response to Soahc, the serious tone remaining in part. It faded a bit as she spoke, and when she added a last bit onto the end it was gone entirely and she was back to her normal self. Still, that it had been present at all showed a side of her that had not surfaced yet. Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

11-Jul-2016 17:55:18

Inferi

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Just remember, your offer might have been one-time, but mine still stands just in case you'd like to take advantage of it.

"

Given her lack of action towards Ethyl, it seemed this comment was simply a typical proposition from her and not intended to provoke. It might anyways, but at the very least that was not the intention. She had just sworn not to, after all... Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

11-Jul-2016 17:56:44

Loaned Shark

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Sir Charles

'Playing the game' did not equate to 'Fall for the superficial charms of your kidnapper', but the knight played along as far as his pride would let him. One handshake, and an intrusion into his personal space later, and the knight presumed he was being steered in the direction of Ogrin. At least galley slave seemed to be off the table, judging by the captain's running commentary

He was, however, beginning to get an inkling of what that blasted bird was trying to do. Whatever quandary it faced, the adversary had clearly decided that a man one step above sellsword was the perfect pawn. If he succeeded, then by definition there was no more problem; if he failed, then there would be no more him . Either way, the buzzard won. All he had to do was figure out what the problem was, survive it, and kill that arcane bird before it could get away. And then run like hell for friendly territory and hope to run into an ogre as trusting as Mugwo. Simple.

"They do know which side you just picked me up off, yes?" he asked, looking over his shoulder and tilted his head at the sight of 'Big Bertha'. She (he thought) seemed strangely familiar... "Marching with Tyrannians, on my way to Og, and now being escorted to the court of the Sorcerer-King of the Ogres? Something..." He sucked his teeth, and shook his head. "One of these is not kin to the others." Not in a pleasant story, anyway, but he decided to let that go unsaid.

The words of the demon he had been hunting returned to his mind, and the knight's brow furrowed. He had first entertained the notion that the Ogrin had summoned this monster and set it loose as an engine of chaos, which, truth be told, still looked as likely as ever. But, taking the captain's information with a pinch of salt, he did not like the picture which was beginning to emerge any better... All seeing. All knowing. All scumbag.

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'some great hero', who was familiar with this sort of thing. And amidst the demon's ravings in his nightmares, it had spoken of awakenings and other horrors had manifested to beg audience. And further still, after Capital City, nightmares of blood and death were all he could safely say he was used to dealing with. And that , as his lungs reminded him, had not ended well.

And the buzzard had been there for that, taunting him as it tried to see him killed by his own comrades-in-arms. If this demon had been a weapon of the Ogrin, he began to wonder if it had spiraled out of control; and if it had spawned itself somehow, what other monsters it was drawing forth. If he had been dragged away from hunting one demon in order to try and take down another, single-handedly...

One that had caused the magic-wielding faction of the ogre species sufficient trouble that they felt it necessary to hunt down and recruit a specific man with a sword...

If this was why his God had kept him alive, Charles was starting to suspect He did not like him.

"Recruited away from a daemonhunt;" after being banished from such, he mused, "At the, ah, invitation? Of people who should, probably, be trying to pound me into the dirt; to solve a mystery puzzle, when the only puzzles I'm good at solving end badly for everybody. Throw in too many familiar faces at once..." He nodded slowly. "I came here to see the sights." And to find a quiet place to die. "Tell me, since you came to the north, has anything gone according to plan? Anything at all?

"And, for that matter, what of the ogres? Do you know what they've been dabbling in?" He raised his eyebrows. "If they won't tell us what they need done, maybe we can figure it out."

The sooner he worked out what the hell he was dealing with, the better his odds of coming out of this both successful and Not Dead. All seeing. All knowing. All scumbag.

11-Jul-2016 18:21:27

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