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  1. His master had told him much of the world, but Heathcliff could never expect the level of danger existed at every corner. Fracture possessing amazing technology and dangerous wilderness while Genesaris boasted vast citizenship that created it's own dangerous sub markets. The tour of the world already one many would die trying to take due to it's treacherous nature. Arkadia had been by far his favorite location to explore and even found some wealth in the pugilism bouts there. None had warned him more about a place than this Yh'mi; a soulless land where even the air itself was a danger. It was impossible not to be interested in such a danger. Master Thraice telling him that experience was to now be his true mentor, and to venture out and find danger wherever it hid. He couldn't think of a place more dangerous the more he learned about the treacherous lands. It was that desire that led him into this very bar, an invitation he couldn't pass up! Heathcliff marching through the threshold and immediately taking off his sandals and leaving them by the door. It seemed the only patrons here were the others that were apart of this journey. Addison and Masuda watching as a Lithe dragonborn moved in their direction. the only clothes he wore seemed to be a pair of scaled greaves with his scaly chest exposed. A single armband adorned with a dragon head surrounded by fists wielding farming tools the only other discernible clothing that could be seen asde from dirty handwraps. His eyes widening as he saw that one of the patrons was indeed crouched on the roof as though it were his natural position. The newcomer standing before Addison and immediately bowing with his head cracking against the wood of the floor "Thank you for requesting my assistance! I will do my best!"
  2. "A date? What a GREAT idea! Momma's stubborn, but even she couldn't refuse a date!" She chimed excitedly as they traveled deeper into the wood. Any threats that may crop up were quickly dispatched by the many capable villagers traveling behind them. "Your cookies definitely bring out the love in everyone so it'll be a cinch with you there!" She complimented as she hip bumped Anna with a giggle snort. Fye pointing out different flowers and strange looking rabbits with large horns that watched them from a distance. Fye trying to catch one for a moment but lost him in a thick bushel of berries, instead taking a handful of them and started to pop them into her mouth. "OooOOooo robbers? Bet they thought you were just some hopeless girl but little did they know they faced the COOKIE GODDESS!" She exclaimed with excitement, waving the flag as she did so. "Momma's pretty strong, but she is always making us train so I'll be super buff and get all the ladies in no time!" She joked with a wave of her hand "They aren't magical like I am either! A witchy Witch you see, spooky ooky eee" Her fingers lighting up and creating small ethereal pumpkins to prove her point. "But a buff witch would be even cooler!!" She added "Oh Oh? Mr. Marigold?? He lives in the middle of the forest alone for the most part which is sad. There's a cute lil town close by but I don't think they like him too much. He won't be alone for much longer! My town, Hyde is moving causing it's too dangerous and Mr. Marigold is letting us make his lab the new Hyde! Hooray! Mari is the only science man I know, my friends are super cool farmers and warriors too!" Their travels soon breaking through the treeline The two girls seeing the tail end of a steady stream of transport hauling materials toward their destination. A near mile circumference of forest being re-purposed for the use of the Imperium, leaving a grove with the half destroyed facility at it's center. A half mile of field between the treeline and imperium. There wasn't a great deal to look at in it's current state as the grid walls weren't activated and the buildings were being reconstructed. Containers, and equipment with large blue tarps over them being allocated next to the construction site. A sizable stockpile seen. This wasn't a small project by any standards. There weren't any walls aside from the pylons that marked the corners, making finding an entrance difficult. One of her escorts pointing out the individual that matched their description. A man in a lab coat crouched over a pile of scrap and strange electronic parts visible close to where the stockpile was, working on one of the pylons. He was a ghost of himself as his eyes were guant and without the spark of creative insanity they used to possess. Something almost...artificial about how he moved as he gave them a wave "Hiiii Mr. Marigold!" She called, throwing the flag again and running up and jumping into a tackle hug. The doctor surprised before patting her head "Ah yes, Moshra said she'd be sending one of her daughters to escort the villagers. It's wonderful to see you Fye" He said, his voice dull static and haggard as he looked toward Anna "Mari! This is Anna! A friend of mine I found on the road! She had the best cookies ever and they will make you smile!!"
  3. Marigold knew that it no longer brought stimulus to his artificial form, but still he rubbed his temples, a sort of stress relief that stilled his mind now surrounded by whirring machinery and short circuiting mainframes. He was deep in the guts of his facility working on what seemed like an endless list of disrepair. Laughing Stock was gone, but still his chaos lingered as his facility was in shambles. If only the facility multitude of damages were his only concern now Moshra, an old friend of his, had arrived with dire news. The town of Hyde having to evacuate due to some terror that had taken over and now they needed a new location to rebuild their homes and Moshra had asked him if they could do it here...at the imperium. Marigold had been burned and betrayed by many and though his past dubiousness gave him no excuse to play the victim in these games of trickery and deceit...he still felt hurt. None more than his adopted daughter Arashi. Who only recently started to show up on his radar again. It seemed Raylon had cut her loose and he could only hope that above it all...she was safe. Perhaps it was her alone that decided how this would play out...between a mad scientist and deposed guard captain. Moshra waited for his answer with a nervous air that didn’t match her otherwise fearless outlook.The wolf giant knowing how marred this man was and her heart ached seeing the hard work he had put into his home brought to near ruins. She could only hope that he still had trust in Moshra if no one else. “Very well...Hyde can relocate to the perimeter around The Imperium, but they must first assist in the rebuilding of my laboratory and in return I will provide them with housing and further help from there. You can return to Mayor Thraice with news and when everyone arrives here. He and I will have a discussion about our futures together.” He said with a haggard sigh. Moshra leaning in with a momentary softened gaze as she kissed the side of his head “Thank you Baredeshi...We will pick eachother up from the dust...like we used to” “Wouldn’t that be nice...Moshra...I also managed to pick up Arashi’ location. Her movement patterns have altered and there is a strange signal coming from something called the VCF...We can’t be whole without her. I...can’t. Could you track her down on your way back?” Marigold giving her a small radar to help track their accosted child “Of Course Baredeshi...My children mean the world to me...and my mate” She said with a wide grin before lumbering out of the facility. Moshra stretched out in the open air before crouching and sucking in a giant sized breath. Her leg muscles rippling as she launched herself into the air, vanishing above the clouds as she sought after Arashi. Marigold blinking as he tried to understand what she implied.
  4. Heathcliff had been scraped off the slums of decrepit streets and molded into a worthy heir to the chromatic dragon stance. Thraice choosing only a single pupil to impart his self made style and saw great potential in Heathcliff. It was a potential he wanted to live up to His experience in combat solely from training alone, using the fighting pit to gain experience in real combat... finding more of it in this opponent than he'd expected. The crane kick cracking his his head against the floor and causing his vision to black out. He had lost The dark elf's cheers being drown out by the cheers of patrons as Himoka ended Heathcliff' streak of four.
  5. "Oh are you sure?" She asked in a defeated tone as she revealed one of her toad nails, a small green scaled wall nail with the head of a frog. It's eyes blinking a few times before he stuck it's tongue out. Fye giving him a few kisses before putting him back in her bag "I'll show you the rest later!" She offered before jumping up and down in cheers "Yippee! Your gonna love it! He has a huuge lab and it's so cool. My mom totally likes him and he totally likes her but they so don't see it, and oh my golly gee is this going to be the best road trip or what?" She asked before picking up her rally flag and announcing to the rest of the villagers that they were heading out. The town soon being left behind as they traveled into the vibrant woods of thickened roots and multicolored flora and fauna; the line of forty or so humanoids marching behind them as Fye led them through the iridescent grove as Fye gabbed Anna's ear off "So how have you been? bored? excited? Scared? have you fought anybody? I bet your soooo strong!" She cheered, boasting her own arms in an attempted flex "My mom and older sister are stronger, but Ill get there!" She chanted as she waved the flag with wild abandon.
  6. It was impossible for Heathcliff not to feel the rush of true competition; feeling the platinum gaze of his master upon his form filled him with unimaginable determination. His opponent's speed and reaction time a difficult beast as he narrowly dodged the acid punches as they scoured the wod of the pit behind Hinoka. Heathcliff attempted to move in closer, but felt that damnable cloak cling to his footwork and cause him to go off balance. Hinoka wasting no time to take the advantage. Heathcliff having to jam a fist into the ground to keep him upright, but his stance had broken and he was vulnerable in the moment; His tail sweeping the ground around him to try and interrupt his opponent's opportunity. His other fist seeking to dole out any sort of damage it could as he swung forward as he fell.
  7. The Wilds of Fracture were a sight to behold for a newcomer such as Anna. It's lands were as rich and varied as the many facets of life with craning mountains that dip into deep ridges, vibrant forests of emerald green that molt and twist into mysterious swamps, vast grass plains that sears into a scorching Savannah. She could see it all from the hill top she had managed to ascend; the roads bumpy and difficult to traverse at first. Her senses delighted with sunlight and sickly sweet flower fragrances that danced along her nose. A gust trailing downwind and catching through her hair as it brought a plethora of multicolored petals along it's zephyr. The tranquility of it all almost surreal. Her periphery catching more traveling along the same dirt path. A line of forty or so humanoids: cat and dogfolk, dragonborn, tieflings, elves, dwarves and even a rare muddy human. The line being led by a perky catfolk Anna recognizes as a recurring customer, often buying her entire stock if she could help it. Fyedahlia, but she preferred to be called Fye for short. A bright gold flag in her hands with the insignia of a dragon head surrounded by fists wielding farming tools. "Okie Dokie lokie everyone! Let's keep up the pace! Got's to move that patoot if we wanna make it before sundown-ANNA?" Fye meeting her gaze and immediately her slitted eyes expounded to the size of dinner plates; everyone using this opportunity to take a break as Fye threw the flag behind her and hug tackled Anna, jumping in place as she did so. "I can't believe I ran into you again! I mean sure I followed you the first few times...but I can't find your cookies anywhere else! How are you doing? you okay? tired? Hungry? do you have any cookies maede right now??" Her hyper active personality hard to forget as she immediately snooped around anna with her snout in search of the bespoke cookies. Fye A calico catfolk with splotched fur in a mixture of blacks, browns, and oranges. Her right eye splotched with white while the rest of her face was a splotchy brown. Fye snapping the straps of her blue overalls as she beamed with a smile from ear to ear "! just thought of the BEST idea! What if you come with me and deliver your amaaaazing cookies to Mr. Marigold? He is in the dumps right now and I bet they would cheer him up!" a giggle tumbling from her lips as she immediately went to her messenger bag, decorating in small chibi figurines and animal stickers, removing a small pouch "I have the moneeyyyy" She bragged as she waved the coinpurse in the air and started to dance. "Plus it means we get to hang out more! I can show you my toad nail collection!" The girl starting to laugh again as she rummaged through her messenger bag, the line of folks behind her just glad to finally get a break from her limitless energy. @PrettyCuteAnna
  8. The two frost fettered fists connected with Hinoka's ribcage as the coat smothered his vision and caused him to leap backwards and regroup; tearing the coat from his face in time to see a chunk of familiar ice clobber him in his head and smashing him into the side of the pit. Wood splintering and cracking around his embedded form. Blood dripped through his scales down his face as the ice underneath Hinoka vanished. The ice stance fading. Heathcliff pulling himself from the indention. He somehow threw a chunk of ice without grabbing it directly...he was indeed up to some sort of trickery. He would need to adapt. His scales beginning to glow a virulent green as his fists began to drip with caustic affluence. "Chromatic Dragon Stance! Acid!" He swung at Hinoka from ten or so feet away, a rapid flurry of punches that connected with nothing and yet the puppeteer could feel the acidic heat burning at his face as silhouettes of Heathcliff's fists were fired at him like acidic bullets. A series of four aiming at his midsection. This stance a ranged maneuver designed to keep his foes at a distance
  9. The crowd became hushed as they eyed the latest challenger; watching him as he entered the pit with a hidden calculations most misread as cocksured. Hinoka getting a better look at Heathcliff now and faced a lithe, but fit dragonborn wearing only burgundy breeches without shoes or any chest adornments. His scales turning from their normal bronze to a frigid blue; bowing with upmost respect before immediately standing on the tips of his toe claws with his fists poised on either side of his chin. His opponent wielded an unknown fighting style and so he deferred to first rule that was beat into him. Dragons who are faced with an unknown foe should seek to annihilate them in haste; hesitation is death to our kin. "Chromatic Dragon Stance: Ice!" It was all the drive he needed; his claws carved through the sleet as he skated across it with fluid affinity, moving in a straight line into Hinoka's person space, spinning with growing speed an putting the weight of his pirouette into his fists as he swung two deft punches aimed at either side of his ribcage. The scales around his hands crackling with bitter cold. The ice splitting in his wake as he came at Hinoka with drive, though an inexperience still present.
  10. Marigold believed his time had come, and the mad god that had been plaguing him would claim his sanity. It was the leading reason he had even been interested in the concept of an interview with Andromeda. Ceyana had brought many truths to harsh light as he nearly died fighting for people that were not his own. He wanted his life story made manifest, preparing to face his final moments knowing his story was told in its entirety. Andromeda’s slanderousness never reaching him as the ritual would be prepared that very night. It was a debt burdened upon an unwilling son, an unwanted legacy. A tear opened when The Abaddon and The Black Queen’s courtiers fought over her ownership wth The Imperium as the battleground. Marigold betraying his alliances with the triumvirate in favor of rescuing Gabriella. The lab was left filthy and blood scoured from Roen’s rage, but ultimately unharmed as Marigold was left with the exhumed avatar of madness. Many moons had passed since that harrowing moment, and it was now time for the final act in The Mad God’s play. Laughing Stock had weakened the barriers between the material plane and Mania through the unfortunate psyche of Dr. Ravenspire. A maelstrom of euphoria and incongruent deviance enrapturing the complex. He grew up loathing magic and it’s users. His upbringing surrounded by the prejudice of humans. He had fought so hard to prove that humanity was still relevant in the growing world of magic and monsters that surrounded them. The god who smiles with his whole face proving him woefully wrong. Marigold knew this avatar of maniacs craved desires adjacent to all that was sane. Their destinies clashing now in a battle of wills. Perception on reality was being marred and molested as the walls tore and the floors obfuscated into blurbs of esoteric terror. The sheer presence of Laughing Stock in his near limitless pressure had shattered marigold’s mind tens of thousands of times in a miasma of fevered dreams. He felt a mere child toward those caustic auburn eyes: His skin blistered and sizzled against the labyrinthian grin that split across the mad one’s features like a shovel through concrete.. Marigold had seen this once before in his youth when his father faced the same sepulcher. Would the foolish soon suffer the same fate as his foolish father? That question melding into the cacophony that was enrapturing his being. Everything becoming unilateral and chaotic in a horrifying singularity “The game your dear old daddy started is coming to an end Mari? Aren’t you pleased? You’ll be joining him soon~” His voice never splitting his teeth and yet the chaoseum incarnate still spoke as though his vocal chords were around the mortal’s coil. The unfortunate doctor had fallen of his path and veered into darkness and bartering curses and charms as he played with the limits of his soul. Laughing Stock reaping what Marigold’s patriarch sewed but the blame was not all his. The boy being the perfect vessel as his madness percolated into fruition. This night was unmistakable in its peak. The vessel was ripe and he was in the epicenter of every aspect of emotional chaos and it was the first the scientist had ever seen what Laughing Stock came to know as...The Truth. Everything was peeling away, curling like rotting wood. He felt the rusted redemption slip away; The memories of his late wife slipping through his fingers like sand. His entire being flaking away, exposing the instability that lie underneath. The smile that crawled across his slick skin no longer his own. Miracles were a hard thing to quantify, impossible to study, yet still they happened. A guest his ill fitted mind had allowed into the facility would change the outcome of this encounter in its entirety. Petrichor having an agenda of her own that would see the polluted madness strangling the laboratory put to an end, though she did not know of it’s source. The reactor was polluted with this clinging eldritch power, dogging her soul every step she took closer. A stranger with no affinity for either parties involved possessed a skill set that allowed her to bypass the reactor’s security measures and send it spiraling into a complete meltdown. The blaring sirens permeating the whole of the complex bleeding into the ephemeral tapestry weaved by the mad god himself as he neared providence. The moment the explosion occurred; Laughing Stock was mid transference before the cataclysm of force that thundered through the entire facility. Madness made manifest reeled back in a momentary bout of shock, allowing a glimmer of clarity to his vessel. It was just enough time for those sinister slitted eyes to witness Marigold’s arm extend and click a small small detonator in his palm. He hadn’t ever gone as far as the others in his line of work when it came to the perfecting the elusive artificial intelligence. Xerxes, his canine companion, the closest he had ever reached in that effort; preferring function over form when it came to his machines. He made a complete biometric scan of his brain synapses and his physiology, but the transfer wouldn’t be perfect and he didn’t want to take such risks. The detonator triggering the merging of his biometric data to the facility, and subsequently triggering the destruction of his brain functionality. Marigold couldn’t fight against such a force, but he could deny him the functional vessel he craved. The ruined facility went dormant after the explosion nearly destroyed his home entirely. An ominous quiet settling over the perimeter. The nearby village of Knolls had a short history with Marigold, and while it was tenuous at best, the shock wave and plume of molted green smoke was a cause for alarm that the mayor couldn’t ignore. A search party being sent out to The Imperium where they were shocked to see it in absolute shambles. They were forced to wait a frustrating few days before the temperature stabilized, by the time they arrived at the charred doors of his headquarters; They opened and revealed the forever changed marigold. He looked estranged when confronted by the search party. Their questions and hastened gestures being met with a thousand yard stare. Marigold meekly refused medical treatment and instead asked about any potential casualties that occurred due to the meltdown. It was fortunate indeed that A curfew had been set for the townsfolk after the attack of Roen’s rogue horde. There was relief in knowing he was the only casualty. Laughing Stock too suffered in ways he hadn’t experienced. He had been anchored in Mania for so long toiling with the same madness he was forced to entertain himself with for eons! His incessant will wormed its way into the material plan to spread chaos wherever it could, but the more he plagued the mortals, the more he desired to be among them. Marigold was the culmination of that very desire, and the one to witness the fullness of absolute chaoseum. He was the perfect heir to Mania’s Mantle. The ritual would see the two replaced in their ‘destinies’. As he would finally see his goal realized, to be free of his accursed godhood and become mortal. Millennia of being able to manifest into existence every bit and bauble his fickle mind conjured up became so dull! There was no longer an unknown in the lunacy he cultivated and to him that wasn’t madness at all. He had learned from watching the frivolous mortals that their meager, short lives sewed the most inexplicable madness. Their lives were so small and irreverent that it spawned all manner of disastrous blasphemy and immortal creation. They were the eccentric pure. It was that very spark of unknown he so craved that ended up foiling his grandiose dreams. Why should he take notice of a single, petite little girl? A surprise that would cost him dearly. A fragment of his godhood manifesting into this plane in the form of his serpentine eyes; solidifying into an amber of screams and laughter alike, consolidating his discordant maelstrom into a ghoulish gaze that allowed him to soon finish the transference. They allowed him to witness Marigold’s last contingency plan; The push of a button There was no longer any resistance against the mad god’s chittering will, and in that moment everything had come to fruition.A mortal shell all to his own! A shock to his system immediately upon possession unexpected as he was cast off into a broken body. Marigold, in a spark of madness all his own, robbed the patron of his completed vessel. Auburn eyes beginning to bore from the original pair. A brainless cadaver wielding godly eyes; Seeing all, but understanding nothing. Lazarus, A god no more The incomplete mortal awaking stuck in a tree whilst bright rays of sun bathing the vast field in a temperate day. Lazarus managing to find the only tree in a five mile radius as though it were one last display of the laughing stock he once was. He panicked momentarily as the perspective reflected off his marble like eyes and exaggerated the distance he was from the ground. The sudden sway of movement snapping the branch that snagged at his pants and causing him to collapse into a breathless heap amidst vibrant blooming flowers. Airless screams and yelps of surprise lasting several more moments than the initial fall before his eyes revealed he had already landed on the ground. Lazarus shakily stood and only knew that he had come from a far away place, and his name. The damage Marigold had left impacted his memory and rationality greatly. The air blew through his hair, and it was as though he had been mortal his whole life.He now would taste madness of finite existence, shown through the eyes of mania, yet unable to understand it. The cataclysm had eventually passed with both parties falling into momentary obscurity; It was hard for such a surge of eruptive power and energy to go unnoticed. The pillar of molted green smoke alone attracts plenty of looters and thieves toward a potential bounty. Marigold always had some sort of karmic target on his back so it’s size was relative. His concern fell upon the vivid and terrible out of body experience he was suffering from. It was difficult to fathom that he was an artificial construct, that his experiment had worked...but he hadn’t accounted for what it would strip away. Marigold only able to remember the moments before he had confronted Laughing Stock. He had become integrated with the facility itself and now had control over all of it’s systems without having to be at the proper computer terminals, yet the sensation of senses were lost to him. The facsimile that would act as his avatar around the facility was near perfect in design only after a few days of working on it amidst destroyed equipment...yet it no longer felt like his form. He had eyes and ears among the facility remaining detection systems and the droids that hadn’t mysteriously vanished or been destroyed. These were the newfound complications he would have to deal with in this new...life. He wouldn’t be here now if his original self had thwarted the mad god with a desperate, half baked scheme, but it also meant that he had once possessed the capacity to end his own life. A trouble thought to bear indeed. The curse was freed, still he survived, and his current situation was the sacrifice. He could endure. An unwilling host eradicating a parasitic god; finding a freedom in the unfortunate circumstances he found himself in. A forever changed fate. It was a visit from an olf friend that this newfound destiny bestowed upon him, with its own set of complications. The motion trackers that still remained interrupted his simulated sleep; blurred dreams coagulating through the facility’ mainframe. His vision channeling through a dozen cameras and revealing the sight of a twelve foot tall giant. Moshra The Wolf Giant. Questions buzzing through his mind as he piloted his facsimile and started walking toward the only entrance that still stood. What was she doing here so far from her home? What was she doing here? Worry a construct that dulled in his new form, instead feeling joy at seeing an old friend visit him. He had suffered much, and wouldn’t refuse the company. He couldn’t believe in mere coincidence after Petrichor had managed to save him from a fate worse than death; a few surviving cameras catching her escape with some of his own droids. He should’ve guessed she hadn’t been there for mere entertainment. He didn’t know if he could trust anyone much during these times, even moshra...but the heart can’t help what it yearns for, and though his was gone. It still beat for her The hearty thrum of Moshra’s timbre quaking the entrance she now stood at, eyeing the devices she saw at either side of the door. She never liked cameras. An impatient knock soon following afterward “Baradeshi, saw such fire in the sky, hard to miss. Can you hear me? Marigold?!” Her baritone was impossible not to pick up as she was obviously worried. It was the first time she had actually visited him. Three children and a town to sheriff over took up all of her time. The devastation that had struck ceyena and Arashi’ fate being the last update she heard from Marigold before he went into isolation. A black eye being a kindness to him for giving her child to an alien king. Marigold could only imagine how angry she’ll be for what had transpired. A pregnant pause permeated the air, and as she was ready to kick the doors down. They opened to reveal the doctor himself. Their height difference was staggering, but still he greeted her with a melancholic smile “First time you’ve visited me Moshra...it’s...good to see you” A reserved and mechanical lilt to his voice as he indecision split him in twain. His burdens were his own, and seeking help was how this all started in the first place. Moshra making the decision herself, and stepping in as she pointed a finger “You’ve no scent, no heartbeat, no breath. Something terrible happened here so you are going to tell me, Majai” She barked, looking over his home and seeing what was amiss. The command center spared from utter destruction, but still had only half power and in severe disrepair. His features failing to coney his emotions, forgetting that she was as stubborn as the adopted dragoness she raised; connecting two kindered spirits. The imperfections in his A.I being revealed as his eyes shut off like the wink of a television going out. The meager power in the facility beginning to fail before shutting off entirely. The facsimile of Marigold falling backwards before being caught by Moshra’s massive mitt. The systems around her beginning to recycle the emergency power. It would take time for Marigold to figure out his new artificial existence, let alone repairing the the imperium. It was fortunate, he supposed, that he now had time to spare.
  11. The inn itself was bi-polar in it's make with tables encircling and warm crackling hearth on end though it was A popular spot, not for its ale or service, but for it's indoor clobbering ring. A dozen or so feet from where the patrons sat their asses was a staggering pit thirty feet down with steps carved into it's farthest corner. Bleachers set up for those seeking a better view and today they were nearly packed. The roars and cheers vibrating the wood 'neath his feet. The victors of the their bouts chose their next battle from the encircling crowds, and if he won the streak would continue until he was brutally deposed by one he chose. A gimmick the inn used to keep bets flowing in, and it worked like a charm. Hinoka gleaned A dark elf adorned in gold trim taking small sacks of gold from several patrons, and guessed that this was where he could place bets. "Fifty gold on Heathcliff? my my, hes getting quite the pool" Hinoka heard the elf say, his focus away from Hinoka's direction. Their conversation ending there as the merchant only snorted and turned toward the match that was still in progress. The dark elf turning toward the stranger's approaching form and quirked an eyebrow. This one could be an excellent addition to the ring. "Pardon? you wish to bet on yourself? My my...you are an eager one! No armor or weapons may enter the pit, but anything else is fair game~" He said with a chuckle, nodding and taking what was offered. His focus now on the fight that was coming to an end. A lean dragonborn of blue scales threw two solid fists into the ribcage of a raging orc. Hinoka seeing the battle experience of the two with their levels of exhaustion. The dragonborn giving him now quarter as he kicked the ground and froze it into a clear sheet of smooth sleet. His footwork becoming that of an ice skater as pirouetted around his foe and brought a fist through his open stance. The sound of his fist colliding with the orcish skull resounding throughout at the pit. Heathcliff victorious once more as the orc collapsed in a heap. A breath he had been holding for quite some time being released in a long streak of chilled air. "Does that mean...I have to pick someone again?" A soft and articulate voice coming from Heathcliff that did not match his lean athletic build, scratching his head as he looked through the crowd nervously. He was never good at much such decisions! His eyes fluttering to his master. Hinoka following his worried gaze to another dragonborn that was tailored in an immaculate pettycoat. His golden scales reflecting off the double breasted buttons as he only smiled to Heathcliff and pointed a singe finger toward Hinoka himself. Heathcliff doing a double take before bowing in understanding "I shall pick him as my next opponent: Let it be known once more that I fight under the tutelage of Thraice Galdric of the chromatic dragon stance! I will fight my hardest!"
  12. The Barbed fields were a miasma of misery and fear, it's coagulated terror seeping into every soul that hung from it's merciless razor wire. One such soul had been in the midst of a business deal gone awry between the town itself and Ouroboros, a mysterious club far out in Blairville. The correspondent suffering the unfair laws of Wicker Town and strung up...left to rot. Fiona had only been hanging front the scoured pole for a week, yet still she triumphed against the slights of insanity amidst the constant piercing barbs covering her form. Her curiosity persisting through the pain as she continued to see lost souls and broken bodies strung up and left here as she tried to recognized any of the figures that had betrayed her. The tiefling unaware of The legion's Sudden takeover as she heard screams in the distance and even could smell blood beyond what had been shed across these fields of misfortune. Something was afoot and she could only hope that it was her friends coming to save her! Calypso would never leave her like this! She knew it in her heart of hearts. The figure that arrived was most certainly not Calypso or her friends. He was a looming presence of blackened metal and stiff movements concealed by a shadowed cloak. She wanted to call for his help, but she had lost her voice screaming out days ago so all she could do now was croak. he moved from post to post and freed those who were still breathing, empowering them with some strange power and sending them off to seek revenge for their plight. The thought of revenge was indeed uncanny, but all she truly wanted was her damned freedom back. Dredge now only three posts away from hers as she managed to squirm a few times and grunt out to try and show that she was still among the living here. A new group of strangers arriving as she was just cut free of her serrated bindings. The mud and earth squelching around her as she crashed into the ground. The conversation between the strangers were muffled against the battering rain that started to pool around her mud sopped head; her bleary vision only able to see the other prisoners that had been released, the rise and fall of their chests were slight but still present and all the frustration, anger, and resentment welled up inside her melted around the rain. She had always ever cared about seeing the starved fed well and often. It was her culinary way. She hadn't revealed to her captors the haversack she had hidden in the fantastically large beehive style her hair was still in despite the week she had spent languished against starvation and barbs. She crawled toward the nearest of those who had been freed. Her hands digging in the dirt near his face and she struggled for a moment as sweat beaded from her forehead. The mud that was pooled in her hands suddenly bubbled and changed color; it's viscosity and formula changing into a dull grey liquid that didn't leak through her fingers. Her head tilting and sending ingredients spilling through her hair and into the pond in her palms. The potion coursing through his system quickly as he drank in it's contents. Valeth struggling for a moment as she stood up again, helping to lift the half-orc and giving his hopelessly torn clothes a dust off "Well Darlin, ain-chyu cute. Ah could just eat you up!"
  13. Family was a complicated cesspool that Rivana could hardly stand anymore. Her mom was stifling and her sisters had their own problems. Arashi was the only family she had that she actually cared about. She hadn't traveled so far in her entire life, but if Arashi could do it...then so could she. her travels taking her across Genesaris, Fracture, and eventually Orisia. Her short temper and stubborn nature would have plagued the search with further obstacles if it wasn't for the humble dragonborn that insisted he went along. Zobuuris possessing a rustic charm that Rivana only failed at; She gave him shit constantly for being so obviously in love with Arashi, but she couldn't deny how well he interacted with commoners. She couldn't help but worry that charm wasn't going to be enough for Orisia however...Several rumors had exhumed from the dozen hamlets and villages they traveled through about a peculiar girl with draconic features, her travels taking her to the lands of Orisia. A place of darkness and mystery. Rivana thought that of most of the places she visited. She was always into places she could start fights at! They arrived in a particularly dreary town that smelled cryptic and full of secrecy, pinching her nose as Zobuuris marched up next to her. It seemed a vast array of strangers would be arriving in town. "Ah think we should lay low this tahm around Rivana" Zobuuris spoke up, his southern accent starkly apparent in such a groomed land. The steely blue dragonborn eight feet in height and adorned in a thick duster and rawhide cowboy hat. A bulk to him that was mostly obscured by his ruddy coat wth only a wide tail dragging at the ground behind him. "Anybody that calls me a dog is getting fucking kicked like one" barked back the twelve foot Krokahten; A giant race that stood twelve feet tall and possessed the characteristics of wolves, yet stood and operated as any man or woman. Her black wrought breastplate war scarred and pock marked, leaving her muscled arms bare; her black fur sprawled with pepperings of white that dotted her arms and face like freckles. Rivana eyeing a bar that was up ahead, thirst and curiosity persisting toward it's threshold. The bar's roof barely high enough for her as she ducked into the dive bar and immediately garnered the attention of it's interior. Her kind not being found far outside of Shawnee. Her frigid blue eyes daring anyone to challenge them before Zobuuris stepped in front of her and calmed her excitement down. The bar returning to it's revelry as the cowboy sighed. He didn't have enough money to pay a bar owner for damages if she got too excited again. He didn't know if he could stop her again
  14. Most of the ilk that came across her hut always had much to say when it came to her wolven nature considering it wasn't a race known across the world. Rivana finding it curious that this guy seemed intent on watching his words, despite the harshness of the weather. She always figured the warmth of the interior was enough to get them to open up; she liked that Sikko was different. The five minutes passing with Rivana setting a bowl of stew in front of him as she started in on her own, slurping it down with a heavy sigh as she leaned back and pat her stomach a few times. their gazes crossing a few times in the silence and they both appeared to be gauging eachother. Her eyes having no malice, viciousness, or darkness...but rather a will of fire that seemed to steam off her thick arms and chest. He could tell that she was a warrior through and through. Something she saw too, in Sikkoran's own pupils. A wide smile spreading across her maw as he finally spoke up. "Well Lin, that is a crazy fucking reason to trek through one of the most dangerous regions this side of Terrenus...I like it" The large wolf barking a boisterous laugh at the concept of anyone other than the shawnee clans taking on such a task. If he didn't look so serious when he met her gaze she would've thought he was just lying his ass off to be macho, but damned if she didn't see he was willing to go through with this search of his. Rivana finishing her stew and tossing the bowl onto the table as she used one of her claws to pick her teeth. Istravi had given her rules on who to watch out for and who to let in. She could practically feel the underlying talent this one had. He would be one hell of a contender. Rivana stretching out her legs and kicking up onto the table "If your looking to tangle with the elemental then your after The Trial Of Frostbitten Bones, actually, it's a tradition my clan started!" She said with pride swelling in her muscled chest, brandishing her hand toward the tapestry above the doors that depicted the clan of giant wolves surrounding an elemental force surrounded by watery tendrils. "We used to be a bunch of bloodthirsty marauders that fought with anything and everything that came through here, but grandma thought shit needed a change if we were going to survive and fought Chief Ragnar for leadership. She may be old as dirt, but damn is she strong! I only heard stories about it, but she whipped his ass out of the clan and led us on a different path. Istravi knew that her people were still warriors and if we weren't gonna be fighting fair skins and their ilk then we needed something else to fight. That's where she came up with The Trial Of Frostbitten Bones. A fucking mouthful, but damn if it isn't cool. We hold a festival every year where our strongest warriors gather together and one on one fight The Elemental with only their fists and combat prowess! Your in luck cause the festival is being held tonight with a few other clans too! Those cock weasels that attacked before made the clans desperate enough where they are w orking together on this festival so you'd probably be able to get in if your good" Moshra pouring a tankard full and giving it a hearty drink "The Krokahten are the wolf clans, which thanks to grandma aren't hostile to folks like you...but the other clans and their crazy ass ways will likely try and kill you dead so I'd be careful...well...actually. I was going to fight the elemental myself this year and show those assholes what a real warrior looks like, but I got stuck out here instead. If you can get to Istravi, she'll grant you amnesty from the other clans and I bet she'll even let you fight in my stead, but you have to win! That'll show them that even all the way out here I can still kick better ass then they can! Tell them that and they'll sure as shit now who sent ya" She said with another boisterous laugh, giving him a leather strapped necklace with silvery crescent moon sidled next to a bright blue crystal; a depiction of a howling wolf seeming to animate within. Her gregarious nature almost making the interior even warmer now as Sikko' bones continued to drink in the warmth. Rivana content on getting shitfaced as she poured another tankard and started to them one after another. "That's my dad's pendent, when you beat the elemental and totally don't die in the process...bring that back to me will ya? He told me to help an outsider lookin to fight winter's heart and my gut says your him"
  15. It was indeed an overwhelming interior that left Rain with an underlying panic attack should he get hopelessly lost within the mansion. A knock upon the cracked door revealed the warm presence of Alderose, bowing before presenting a scroll "Master Constantine asked me to bequeath this map of the premises to you; in time he hopes you will familiarize yourself; if there is anything you need please ring any of the threaded chords at the end of any hallways. It is easy to get lost!" He said with a chuckle, drawing his fingers through the thin beard that hung from his chin. His wrinkled face lined into a intrigued and warn smile, delighted to see the only family his master talks about in kind. The butler leaning in and revealing a small jewel encrusted key "so that no door may impede your way young lord" He said with a wink before turning heel and quickly getting on to the rest of his to-do list. The map was relatively intrinsic, but broke the mansion down in three floors consisting of about fifty floors with long hallways consisting of hundreds of doors. It was a staggering amount, but focusing on the singular floor he was on made it more manageable. When he eventually left, he would find staff moving to a fro with a small gathering several feet away, two female elves and a well groomed male drow. One of the girls waving and giggling as he waved back. It seemed he was getting quite the reception from the staff. His trek through the sconce laden halls of brilliant golden trim. Servants, butlers, pastry chefs, and valets giving him formal greetings and a bow as he passed. The map indicating that the hall he was moving through was dedicated to guest rooms and the library. The rooms continually dusted, though it seemed they hadn't been in use in some time, or even since their original construction. Rain had to crane his neck as far as it would go and still he could not see the top of some of the bookshelves he came across entering the vast library. a spiral staircase leading up higher bookshelves, and ample seating room with beautiful made wooden tables with gold filigree. A chandelier casting a pale blue glow across everything and almost making the library seem sad and despereux in it's lack of apparent use. The sickly statesman only seeing one other person perusing the selection only one floor above; he didn't appear to be staff as he was adorned in a prismatic cloak that shifted it's colors ever so slightly when the fabric shifted and moved, making it seem almost just a trick in the light. He was currently engrossed in a stack of tomes with his robes billowed around him as he chose to sit on the floor rather than one of the provided chairs; his back toward rain as he continued to read quietly.
  16. "Long have the Dragonborn been ostracized and berated, long have The Dragonborn laid their backs to the sun and begged the fair skins to spare them, Long Have The Dragonborn been overdue their perdition. Steele yourselves and listen" His voice withered from age, but firm in it's intention. Tetra-Sutra-Gaul standing before a crowd of dragonborn men and women adorned in rags and commoner clothes. He himself was a lithe dragonborn, far thinner than many of his kin with silvery scales that were covered completely in ash. A tattered black robe the only thing he adorned, believing that the visible ash was far more of a boon to him than armor ever could be. The scales on his head nearly black with soot as a pair of fair green eyes pierced through the sooted glower onto his flock, raising his hands and causing a trail of ash to sputter behind. "I was but a boy when the enslavement camp I was born in was set ablaze, a fire so bright that it consumed my oppressors in what could only be seen as a...god's retribution. It was then, upon my knees amidst flames and terror that I saw her...the source of these flames...A dragon as ancient as time looking into my scaled heart and I knew then what I know now. We are descendants of the all mighty dragon race, and it is our destiny that we must in turn see them returned to their rightful destiny...as our gods. Praise be The Dragon, a testament to the very scales we wear. Our very heritage belonging to their glory." Gaul leaving his plinth and moving down the carved set of steps down before the crowd, his tattered robes dragging behind him. Ash continuously drifting off his form as he knelt before a youngling and his family, resting a gentle hand atop her head. "I refuse to live in a world where my kind are used as beasts of burden, marauders, bounty hunters, dock workers...It is nothing but degrading and it is because you are so bended toward the fair skin knee that you may consider this just 'your lot in life'...but I see it as an absolute disgrace to the magnificence i gazed upon in my time of need. Had she not shown her fiery retribution then, I would have been executed for the very thing I am doing now...believing" The Ash Keeper rising once more and putting a hand on either of the parent's shoulder "Where their fire burns down our sources of oppression...I shall be there to record the ashes left behind. We must all continue to follow their fire until it once again illuminates the world. " "The Time of dragons has come, and with it A new age of fire. Those who do not serve the scales shall become the ash from which their glory shall rise. A phoenix that will bathe all in their merciless retribution" The crowd beginning to cheer and clap as they started to believe such things could be possible. A chance at freedom from their shackles. A plume of ash trailing from Gaul's nostrils as he looked on with pride. His people were beginning to band together and soon with them at his side...this would no longer become a mere dream. A crick in his back causing him to double over for a moment before he sent forth a haze of ash that brought him his cane, standing upright once more. The whip marks across his back still causing pain after decades; the scars across his face beginning to pulse as he started to feel strange as though an omen was befalling him "I need some rest my children, you are free to return to your quarters. Fire within" He said, finishing with their mantra as they all repeat it to him before talking among themselves as they departed out of the vast cave. Gaul making it only to the threshold of his study before a mist overtook him as though a cloud was shoved into the room. Any sounds of concern and alertness being lost as everything paled to white.
  17. Oh you know Posting in the wrong thread and being too nervous to ask for help and just copy and pasting my reply in the right one and leaving a ghost here in ooc Nothing to see here
  18. Kru'Gorah once again stood atop the abandoned watchtower that looked over what was once Hippogriff' territory. The terror that had befallen the gang and most of all it's leader had quaked throughout the neighboring territories; The combined efforts of the legion putting the entire town in a state of frenzied panic. The djinn once again feeling the terror become overwhelming as it permeated in every putrescent corner as it was made clear that the lawless cesspool had a new master, and all those within it's walls would soon come to a heel. He had completed his work and could only hope that it would appease his lord. The dredged priest holding his hands aloft and bringing forth a plinth made entirely of charred bone. Kru'Gorah calling those fearful and skittering to find answers and safety. His voice booming throughout the decrepit courtyard. Some simply curious and woefully unaware of the danger they had put themselves in. His grin possessing an illuminated glow that cast upon his flock as he would use their terror to instill it even further. This form allowing him to use the terror feast to override the curse set upon his tongue. A far more pragmatic use of a source that perpetually glowered off the mass of people below him. "Long have you suffered in this pit of growing corpses and blood, long has this system failed you with allowing such corrupted vultures rule as they wish. I am here to tell that the established status quo you have followed is crumbling beneath your feet. There is only salvation in your complete devotion and adoration toward our most gracious god. Prostrate yourselves" The power of his command resounding through the crowd beneath him and causing them to all obey without physical restriction. Their knees buckling as their palms touched the cracked and cool earth beneath them; heads kissing the ground as all showed their gratitude. The priest falling to his knees as he lowered his hands before him, bloody tears spilling down his cheeks, such devotion brought him to such emotional heights. He couldn't use such methods in his original form as it was simply designed for wonton destruction, but this...was far more effective than wasteful slaughter. Their terror, not for Kru'Gorah, but rather for the entity underneath him and tasting the unknowing fear for Dredge was somehow sweeter. His voice broadening in it's scope and effect now as his terror feast grew to it's second stage' manifestation. "It is only together that we can strive to break free the chains that for so long as brought us nothing but to our knees. I had escaped my chains and had been lost to a world that did not care for what I could do...but my master, my lord, my absolute showed me that there is a path for me...just as there is a path for you! Fear is only a means of food for those who feast on it's subservience, but it's true purpose is to lend itself to your courage. Terror runs through my body like a bloodcurdling typhoon, yet I choose to manifest it's paralyzing oppression into the courage to serve my god. Gaze upon the power of devotion and give thy selves to it's omnipotence" The robes on his back tearing and giving way to a pair of expanding wings that bloomed to seven feet on either side. The feathers as brilliant and white as his teeth as they created a gust of wind with a mighty flap. The priest soon rising a dozen feet above the building he had been standing on and was now illuminated by the moon at his back. His hands raised now as they all gazed upon his form with awe...as though he were an angel himself. Kru'Gorah was pleased the transplant had worked given the short time frame he had. His hands encircling the air, traces of golden magic being traced as more symbols were made "You will go now and take this town back, your freedom shall be ensured, your devotion proven for every heretical head your bring to me! They stand among you now! Guards, influencers, heretics who had only days before beaten and spit upon you! Rend the bones from their flesh and present them as your offerings for a future without restraint! Unleash the spirit within you and show them what they have brought upon themselves. Amen" The hand gestures were only for flair as his terror feast in this form worked on those his eyes selected; their terror turning to rage now as guards and paid thugs had little time to react before hands were around their throats in the droves. Bloody, finger severed heads already being raised up in zealous roars of retribution as The priest laughed to the heavens. Dredge' presence being felt as it seemed he was enacting his part of the plan. His aura bringing forth a delightful stir in his spirit as he waved his hands across the savage crowd of once subdued souls, sending them forth onto the town nearly two hundred strong.
  19. Implying a good villain exists? Like the DMV or 3am pancakes?
  20. While I would love to see Marigold be played by someone else, ive misplaced his info and would rather see how Gaul is played in someone' elses hands!
  21. “Kru’Gorah leadership is more than killing people. To be fair it’s like 50% of the job. Solid 50 is murder, but that’s not the point. The point is that sometimes you need to know when it’s time time slaughter someone and when it’s time to slip away. This is more than just a small group of villains trying to take power. There’s people we watch after now, and if we’re to survive and gain enough power to not need protection under another’s rule. You need to realize that we’re all in this together. So I’m not mad that you lost control and attacked. I’m just disappointed you didn’t think about the others we tend for before you did.” Words did not effect The Djinn so easily, unless they were feigning courage or insulting his master...yet this was the first time he had ever felt them thrum through his skull with sickening weight. Dredge hadn't yelled or even attempted to eviscerate him...only disappointment. It was far more harrowing then he realized. He never cared for people, creatures, gods, or aberrations, always donning disguises in public and forced to hide in the shadows; feeding off the terror of isolated people. Hell was cowardice, but this place was full of courageous heroes that emboldened the masses. The public were not afraid of a single djinn no matter his features. His own terror was his only source of food for years. Everything had changed when he found Dredge, who took him in without question, who showed him the scale of his power, the strength of unity. He had become his master, his lord, his savior...his God. Mayhem was grafted to every iota of his being, and yet pitted against Dredge's disappointment...he wishes he could control himself better. An army razing villages and towns producing such terror that it made his body ache with bloodlust, once starved, now engorged, A greater purpose was needed to slake his reckless behavior. Break, Nocturna, The Mistress, the orcs, the goblins...privo. One he most enjoyed the company of. These monsters, demons, and freaks who once banded together under one banner, one purpose. The rain cool upon his disguised face as his idle thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of debauchery. His eyes, now a snowy silver, looked down upon neighborhood where his prey was located. It was a rain sick corner of Wicker Town where lost souls and degenerates alike flocked to The Golden Road for their drugs and alcohol, many of the buildings run down and left for squatters to get their next fix. The road itself broken up and near impossible to get a cart over; it was perfect for a gang to monopolize as their territory. Kru'Gorah looking from the squabbling fools meandering the streets to the ramshackled guards that stood outside the only building on the black that didn't have it's windows smashed out or piss and feces across the walls. The Fairchild. A two story building mad up of dull red bricks, it's sign rain scoured and drained of color; much like the rest of the neighborhood. Dredge had given him this chance to redeem his reckless mistake, and he wouldn't fail. He had to think more with his head, and less with his tail. The information he had received on Marissa 'Hippogriff' Silverwind gave him much to work with, and even tailor made a disguise he felt would aid immensely. Kru'Gorah leaving the darkness of the abandoned building he had been surveying in and beginning to walk the cracked streets. He adorned mud stained and torn white robes that possessed a brilliant black sun that checkered across the fabric; most of his figure hidden save for his paled hands and face, vestiges covering his bald head and draping across his shoulders as he continued his trek down the mostly abandoned roads. A few chattering figures passing him by before an attempt at robbery was made on his person, faster than he had originally expected. The hooded figure demanding money or death, and Kru'Gorah' 'face' fell to despair as he fell to his knees and produced a coin purse to spare his life. The hooded figure giving him a solid kick before running off quickly. The priest once again standing up and continuing his guise without the slightest inkling of shame. He would do whatever it took to succeed. The proximity of The Fairchild guarded more securely so any further robbery was staved off as he was then stopped by the two guards. "State yer business stranger" "There's a fee ta get in, fifty gold or get the fuck outta 'ere priest" Kru'Gorah bowing his head and producing another purse of coin that weighed far more than fifty gold "I only seek providence with The Hippogriff, my flock need treatment that I cannot provide them...I must turn to...alternative measures of betterment." He said with derision, his hands shambling in desperation. The guards looking at one another and swiping the pouch before opening the door "Don't cause any trouble in their clergyman, no souls worth savin in there". Kru'Gorah entering the bar with a smile as white as his eyes as he immediately felt the warm interior with bar seats taken by quieted souls drinking away their sorrows, more guards moving back and forth from a set of double doors that were constantly being monitored. Eyes darting toward him with suspicion before realizing it was a priest and either sighing or simply shaking their and returning to their beer. Kru'Gorah moving toward the staircase and making his way up to the second floor where workers were shuffling crates of contraband out on pulleys. It seemed that they only had guards on the first floor...she certainly felt safe here didn't she? A snicker escaping his clenched teeth as he made his way toward an office with a glass window. A tall, stout woman with alabaster skin seen sitting at a desk; wings of gray folded at her back. There was no mistaking the aasimar. A few knocking causing her robust voice to call "Come In!" "What kind are you looking for, and how much?" Was her first response as he entered and closed the door, approaching her desk with another bow. It seemed she was no stranger to these sorts of interactions and made a note to keep them brief and concise. Assassination attempts never crossed her mind, and while he didn't want to ruin this opportunity...the stink of her heritage interested him. "'Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.' A curious fellow once wrote that quite famously, and it dared made me too, wonder what such dreams could mean. Neither of us are mortal and yet are there still dreams our kind couldn't fathom? is this the dream of the angels your race came from I wonder?" He questioned; her firmness turning to confusion and then to anger as she attempted to stand up. Something curling under her desk and mooring her to her chair. An appendage Kru'Gorah was quite known for. "What the hell do you think your doing? Do you know who I-" "Marissa Silverwind, of course...but I am more curious in what you are. An Aasimar? the race graced to us by the holies themselves? Would they not look down onto your gilded bar encroached by disease and drug abuse, would they not weep? Hark for their child is astray. Do you believe your gods are real? I certainly know mine is, and he is going to be gracing this town that always weeps with his leadership." "You think you can just muscle in on my turf? With your fancy talk and gods? You best leave now before there is trouble" She warned "I am afraid that much like the rain, trouble is all around you and is seeping into every cracking brick and rotting plank, take stock of the situation if you will, I did not muscle in...I walked in." The priest taking a step closer as his tail snaked up her form and gripped her with inhuman strength, crushing the wind from her lungs "Here me now hippogriff, your namesake only works when you possess the mighty wings of a bird does it not? pray tell...what is a hippogriff without it's wings?" A hand sweeping across the desk and causing it to crash through the office and slam into the door, heavy knocks and calls from the other side immediately causing her to shout for help with what breath she had; the desk being shoved over as the door swung open, another flick of his hand causing the door to swing to a hard close and catch one of the workers mid entrance; splitting him in half and spraying viscera across the glass as screams and shouts were heard. His tail dragging her to his feet as she tried to use her strength to break free, snarling angrily at him as she was set on her knees. His tail leaving a gap where her wings reflexively tried to flap and get her out of danger. His hands reaching out and gripping firmly at the base of each wind. Her angered snarls turning to desperate pleas as she realized what was transpiring "It is by my god of unholy fire and holy impure that has allowed me to see the error of my ways, to once again prove my worth to his might. I seek to be his holy mouthpiece now, to produce for him a gospel all will bow and listen to. For every god there must be sacrifices made in his name, be proud to be a foundation to his might" The priest dragging her by her wings and swinging the door open once more where he saw terrified workers looking from the staircase before shouting that 'he had the boss'. Some of the workers tried to fight him, but he flung them into the walls, and outside windows. Doing as instructed and keeping the bloodshed to a minimum. Followers don't posses the same fervor when they are dead afterall. Kru'Gorah dragging her down the stairs and into the bar once more where the guards stood blocking the door while some of the patrons had fled while others were struck with paralyzing fear as the priest' grin cast over them. "Fight me, she will die. We are going to have a sermon outside so follow me outside all of you...or you will all die" He warned. Marissa being put on her knees before the broken road and deplaced neighborhood she ruled. The vagrants peeking from their hovels and looking on at the display, more beginning to crowd them now as the bar cleared out in the same fashion. the guards tense and gritting their teeth as they watched The Priest once again grips either of her wings. " We are all here today to cast divine judgement upon the divine themselves, Aasimar were once noble and powerful prefects to the gods themselves! She is a mockery of her race and can only be forgiven in prayer. You wayward souls who follow her, drink from her goblet, and beg at her steeple...all of you shall participate for if you don't...the source for which your goblet fills will be lost. If you repeat after me a single inscrutable word that shows the passion of the one who shall rule this kingdom of sodom anew...she shall go free...now repeat after me" "Amen" "...Amen..." A collective gasp swelling through the crowd as a flesh ripping pull, followed by a sharp agonizing scream was heard. The aasimar collapsing as The priest held her wings aloft "Behold! the truth that none of you ever cared for her! If you did then you would have repeated my passion! These wings are only deserving of those who dare to fly with them, she grounded herself long ago...now once again" He called, dropping her wings to the ground and putting both hands on either side of her head "Amen" "A..men..." Much of the crowd dispersing in horrified screams as Her head was twisted around with such ferocity and grace that she now stared back at him with fading surprise that turned to sorrowful death. The guards immediately attempting to charge him, but something swift and blurred swept them off their feet. Kru'Gorah picking up the wings and running paled fingers through the delicate feathers "I shall take your wings, and fly to heights you never could...false angel"
  22. A haze took over Kru'Gorah with a fury he hadn't expected. This Vito unleashing something inside of him he hadn't felt since the days of yore where his master brought ruin without mercy. The monastery' agony still lingered as rubble continued to slough off the mountain as though they had no further purpose but to collapse into dust. The terror that lingered in the air was unseen to all but the Djinn in disguise. It was the source of his sustenance and power; it was becoming overpowering to him now as he felt the fleshy disguise he had taken begin to break down against the manifesting strength he had purposely drained before this plan had been executed. He didn't want to fail his lord' desires...but how could he deny this foe such deserved dread? Saliva filling the cracks in his splitting lips as a leathery tongue licked wildly as he called himself a coward. He feasted upon the terror of others, and cowards were a exquisite brand of their own...but his words betrayed what Kru'Gorah could smell. There was courage dwelling within this one's heart and it started to exhume to the surface as A mighty ship bellowed into the scene with gregarious might. His eyes of putrescent orange flicking toward those who were fleeing to find sanctuary upon the ship itself. They were escaping whilst Vito held off his aggressor. A caustic laugh dripping from his perforating lips "You speak of cowardice as though it is your strength, but that flickering courage is what I want to...test in length~" His voice dripping like oil Vito began to charge forward and he could hardly contain himself now as A wide spaded tail unfurled with seemingly limitless length as it twitched with excitement. He would've asked Dredge if he could reveal himself, but...he was no longer on the battlefield. He was always off doing bigger and badder things...so perhaps in this case it would be easier to ask for forgiveness...than permission. The volley of ballista bolts soared to strike Kru'Gorah down; piercing his flesh with merciless accuracy as A new foe joined the attack and with both Vito and Gallung, the head of the dracolich was split in twain. The bandit remaining still as blood pooled from his wounds...a sound of cracking heard before his back exploded with viscera as something climbed from his back now as the husk of the bandit fell over in a miserable heap. Their true foe now standing before them. A dog legged creature that stood much higher than the fleshy suit it had once adorned. The fellow demon that now stood against him declared Kru'Gorah to be an enemy he would see dead, his leathery skin marred with wounds of the endless battles he has thrown himself in. His head turning toward them to reveal an elongated face split into a jagged toothed grin; eyes of smoldering orange piercing the two of them as two horns spiraled forth from his head and perched like an unholy crown atop his head. "The depths of hell were full of weak cowards who gave me no thrill; It is this earth so filled with warriors that I now slake my thirst to spread terror...and kill" A long breath being sucked in as the despair, depression, anger, sadness, and hopelessness these lands have suffered in only a short amount of time being absorbed as he feasted upon the terror they had endured; his body swelling in size and height as spines erupted from his elbows and head. A scream erupted from his splitting jaws that caused the bandits who were already retreating from the ship fire to run even faster. Their terror being feasted on as they hadn't known such a monster was among them. His segmented tail firing forth with a speed all it's own toward Garllung as Kru'Gorah bared down upon Vito, two sets of claws threatening to rend the flesh from his bones. @Rabbit @squid peanut
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