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| [P] Hunt for Corruption; Godfrey | |
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| Topic Started: Mon Apr 4, 2011 7:39 am (359 Views) | |
| Balder Brightwolf | Mon Apr 4, 2011 7:39 am Post #1 |
 
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His jobs seemed to become darker and darker of late, the world having an overabundant mess of things willing to kill for their own desires. The Orc didn't care much, however. It kept his pockets full of gold, and kept a mission in his mind. The old warrior found it a comforting feeling, knowing there was something he was needed to do. The shaman hauled himself over the dirt, one foot in front of the other, on the hunt for his quarry. Stories of people being taken off in the middle of the night by demons were haunting the towns that kept the base of the mountain as their home, and he was going to find if there was any truth to this. And if it came to it, he had an axe and a determined mind that would keep them from taking any more villagers or die trying. The only noise that came from him was the occasional grunt as he guided himself up rocks and over hills. The mountains were treacherous, and a simple mistake could leave him stranded on the path with nothing but hope to save him. And he had seen what happens to soldiers who rely on hope, and it wasn't something he ever wanted for himself. He was usually fond of the mountains, the connection to the earth he had making them feel like home, but this hike wasn't his favorite. He could smell the blood in the air, and the rain was coming down in sheets. Two combinations that often ended badly when one had to fight over a high cliff. As he pressed on, the amount of blood he could smell began to increase, putting the Orc on edge. His cloak had become very heavy now, and he was hoping to find a sign of these beasts before nightfall. The trail was already difficult to follow, the rain washing away the footprints that he had found hours before. He wasn't the best tracker, but his skills were enough to follow after foolish bandits and simpletons who found their living raiding caravans. These were different, however, a certain intelligence guided these creatures and led them through difficult places. "Nar Thos Ragurrim... " He grumbled to himself in his native tongue, pushing on in rage. He just wished these kidnappers would openly show themselves and strike him down. From the way they were moving they knew they had someone following them, and he would rather be killed and laid by the wayside then have to go through this nonsensical chase. Why couldn't everyone just fight their battles like warriors? And after another hour of chase, his wish was finally granted. He stopped in the center of a copse of trees, the path ahead leading to a wooden bridge that reached higher into the mountain. He was quite sure if they were planning to ambush him, it would be there. So he would wait, and face them when their patience had run itself thin, or when they decided to push on. But his guess had proven wrong. Cloaked acolytes moved from the trees, an array of weapons drawn in their hands as they moved in on the half-breed. There was a half a dozen of them from his count, and that suited him perfectly. He wouldn't want it to be too unfair for them, after all. The first came in, and the Orc easily dodged from the half-cocked swing. He drew his axe, knocking the blade aside and bringing the edge of the axe down into the man's head. He swung him around and used him as a human shield, the force of the strike that came in on him helping to pry the body from his axe. He didn't say a word, taking what time he had before the next strike came in to set his stance, and jaw. With two hands on the haft of his axe-and a cry on his lips- the Orc pressed on into the thick of it. He was sure that these enemies were humans, a squishy lot that wouldn't be tough to beat. But, there was something else out there in the trees, something that smelled.. wrong. |
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| Godfrey | Tue Apr 5, 2011 5:26 am Post #2 |
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For days he had been tracking them, and for days, they had eluded him. These acolytes were different... Something was guiding them that seemed to know Godfrey's every move. He had made quite a name for himself in these parts, and now he was starting to think that was turning into a disadvantage. He sat perched on a ridge, surveying the area, when suddenly the sounds of battle rang out across the mountainside. Finally, he thought as he leaped from the ridge and landed on a hard patch of dirt, kicking a small plume of dust up from his impact. He rushed to the sounds of men yelling and steel clashing, and noticed a hulking brute taking on a small number of hooded men. From what he could see, the man looked like an orc, though his features weren't as grotesque as many of the others. He didn't have much time to examine the warrior, as footsteps could be heard on his level of terrain. He quickly turned to see three more men garbed in the same hooded cloaks, all wielding crossbows, and all aiming straight towards the outnumbered orc. Godfrey quickly drew his blades and barreled towards the would-be assailants. They spotted him, and shuffled into a different position in order to get a better shot, but by the time they could react he was already upon them. He sent a powerful right handed strike towards the closest of the acolyte marksmen, slashing into his jugular. A thick red mist flew from the wound and spattered on Godfrey's chest. He twirled around and sent the next strike from his left-handed knife into the second cultist's hip, causing him to cry out in agony. He shoved his other blade into the man's chest and lifted him up, then yelled and sent him over the edge of the ridge. The last cultist backed away, and raised his crossbow in an attempt to defend himself. The blade cleaved through the crude wooden weapon, and the terrified acolyte backed himself against the mountainside. He raised his hands in front of him as Godfrey reached back for another strike, then felt a sharp pain in his stomach as the demon slayer rammed his foot into it. The man coughed up blood and began whimpering like a child, begging for mercy. Godfrey snarled and sheathed one of his blades, then lifted the doomed cultist by his throat. As he did this, the cultist stopped whimpering and started to laugh. Of course, this only angered the bitter slayer, but as he made to eviscerate the man a bolt of dark energy slammed him in the back. He let out a curse and dug his blade into the laughing acolyte, then threw him towards the direction of the bolt. He turned around to see woman garbed in a red cloak, covered in black demonic runes. Though her facial features were attractive, he could see two horns protruding from her forehead, and a serpentine tongue slithered out from between her teeth. She held a staff that bared a large serpent's head atop, and it was pointed at the warrior's head. "You have murdered the Chosen... For that, you will suffer," she hissed. The woman sent another blast of dark energy towards the warrior, but this time he evaded the attack and charged headlong, grabbing the staff with his free hand and yanking it away from her. A startled look crossed her eyes as he tossed that too over the mountainside, then let out a roar and ferociously pointed his blade at her. Again, that strange, pulsating feeling he experienced during the fight with the lich entered his arm, and a jet of magic erupted from his fingertips, encircling the blade and connecting with her stomach, sending the demon witch sprawling. She slowly got up, then removed her cloak, revealing a bloodred suit of light chainmail, as well as wings that had been folded under her cloak. The succubus let out a horrid shriek and expanded her wings, then flew straight toward him. He grinned and drew his second blade, and the runes inscribed on it flared up, turning a dark red. As she came upon him he dodged to the side and sent the blade into her shoulder, slicing the succubus nearly in half. Her momentum sent her straight into the side of the mountain, right on top of the fallen cultist. He looked down to the orc, and saw that he was doing pretty well, but the call of battle beckoned Godfrey to leap down and get in on more of the action anyway. He sheathed his blades, and jumped over the side, sliding down the diagonal face of the mountain. |
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| Balder Brightwolf | Tue Apr 5, 2011 6:13 am Post #3 |
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The Orc could hear the distant sounds of battle other then his own, but he didn't have the time to go and find out what it was. The next of his enemies came in on him, bringing a blade towards his stomach. He slashed the attack aside with his axe, bringing it up over his head to cut through the cultist as if it was paper. The attack left him open, however, and his roar of battle turned into one of rage as a blade stabbed into his hip. He spun, grabbing the attacker by the arm and squeezing hard enough to snap the man's arm. The half-breed's rage was evident now as he slammed into the man's head with the haft of his axe, sending him sprawling over the dirt. He growled and looked out over what was left of the attackers. There was a few more that came out of the trees but they were still a paltry group when their abilities were considered. "Was this all your unnatural masters could conjure to face me? Gijak agh Tarbam!" He howled in the war cry of his ancestors, pushing on into the attackers with rage in his black eyes. The first of them barely raised his weapon before the Orc charged shoulder-first into him, crushing the human form into the nearest tree with all of his weight. He could hear other battle getting closer, whoever was fighting higher on the ridge had come down and begun fighting the cultists here. He wasn't sure if this was a good thing for him, but now wasn't the time to worry about that. He spun again, bringing his axe up to counter a blade that was flying for his heart. The leader of the cultists had finally shown himself, it seemed. The Orc did not listen to his petty chortling or to his threats of dark powers raining down on the warrior. He pushed on and grabbed the base of the blade, cutting his hand as he threw the cultist away from him. Balder was used to using his superior power in battle, and he was quite sure it would prove to be useful here. Putting both hands on his axe, he waited for the human to draw himself to his feet. Something about him smelled wrong, like he wasn't showing all of himself... "Dagul Palay... Reveal your real form! Hiding like a coward will only weaken yourself beast." He curled his brow as the man laughed, bringing himself to his feet like a broken heap. A few bones were protruding from the man's flesh, but no blood was coming out. His flesh started to crack and tear in places, and a red skinned beast slowly 'hatched' from him. The shaman pounded his chest and heaved his axe into both hands, growling deep and watching the demon stand at it's full height. At least seven feet tall, with the muscle to match. Good, at least there would be some good sport on this hunt. He pulled the white wolf hood over his head and howled to the sky, rushing forward at the beast and bringing his axe forward with both hands. The beast's weapon barely absorbed the blow, and the Orc kept at it. Each swing was as strong as the last, keeping the beast on the retreat. The Orc had to hope it's acolytes had a sense of honor, or that the mysterious man he could smell in the air would intervene. |
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| Godfrey | Wed Apr 6, 2011 6:04 am Post #4 |
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Godfrey leaped into the air following his decent, then drew a blade and shot out an arm, grasping a nearby tree and using his momentum to swing around, slamming into an acolyte with his feet, and knocking the man on his back. He fiercely shoved the weapon into the man's throat and drew it back, then rushed towards the scene of the fight. The orc was taking on a massive demon; and armed, hooded acolytes were surrounding the two. He roared and launched another jet of pure arcane energy as he charged, knocking one of the demented men down. He stepped on his face and smashed his skull in as he put weight into it, then jumped into the middle of the group. A cultist wielding a longsword was the first to strike at the bald warrior. He quickly twirled one of his fighting knives around slammed the spiked pommel into his gut, then swatted his blade away with the flat surface of his other knife. The man screamed as Godfrey's knife rose into the air and dug into his back. Blood sprayed from the wound, and the man was thrown into another after the demon hunter ripped his weapon out of his flesh. He wasn't dead, but he sure as hell wished he was. The next charged at him in a similar manner, and Godfrey sidestepped the assault, tripping the man with his foot. He sent the dagger straight into the back of the man's head, and upon exiting his skull, sent brain matter flying into the air. His onslaught continued in a desperate attempt to hold the cultists at bay. A few more arrived, armed with nothing but jagged shortswords. The first ran headlong, and parried the first few strikes Godfrey sent his way, giving his brethren enough time to make it to the warrior in an attempt to overwhelm him. Utilizing his dual wielding fighting style the best he could, he managed to hold them off, hopefully long enough for the orc to make a decisive strike on the hulking demon. After parrying a weak blow, he rammed his blade into his adversary's groin, then forced it up to his diaphragm, spilling his intestines all over the dirt. He kicked the mutilated attacker away, then ran and leaped towards another. He cocked his arm back and gripped the hilt of his blade as hard as he could, then punched the cultist in front of him in the jaw, shattering bone and ripping tendons due to the exotic shape of the crossguard of his weapon. The acolyte staggered backwards and let out a cry, followed by a gurgle as Godfrey's blade sliced clear through his neck. Soon after his head tumbled to the ground, followed by the rest of his body. The demon hunter was making decent enough progress, but he wanted to join in on the scuffle with the large demon. He kept on the defensive, refusing to let any of the acolytes interfere with the orc. |
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| Balder Brightwolf | Wed Apr 6, 2011 3:47 pm Post #5 |
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The beast finally began fighting back, putting the Orc on the defense. His strikes became more refined, as if it was finally anchoring itself to the mortal plane. Balder smiled and stared into it's eyes, squeezing tight on the haft of the axe as hard as he could. He pressed forward, using the butt of his axe to toss the first strike aside. The next one racked into the Orc's side, causing him to roar in rage and press forward even harder. The beast was picked up by the full weight of the half-breed's body, pounding into the tree behind him and uprooting the oak almost fully. And it did little to stem the demon's rage. The beast pushed back, the two of them being locked in a struggle of power. The Orc felt the strain, his muscles cording and stretching under the pressure. He knew that if it kept up something would tear or break, but it had to be done; If he backed off now the demon would tear him apart before he could raise his axe. The orc finally gained a foothold against the beast, pushing back into the oak and causing the tree to push itself over the edge of the ridge. He pushed on, a roar and bestial war-cry on his lips as he forced the beast over the ridge as well. He could feel one of his muscles tear against the kicking and fighting form of the demon as he let go of it, tossing it over the edge as hard as he could. He didn't take any time to listen or watch as it flailed and fell to it's death below, swinging it's axe without looking to behead the acolyte behind him. He finally caught side of the human that had come in to help him, and merely nodded. He could hear the shuffling of feet as more of the worshipers moved higher into the mountains. Seems the hunt would keep on until whatever was behind all this was killed. The Orc snorted and rushed on, hefting his axe over his head and pounding through the defense of an oncoming attacker. His brute strength was all he needed for this fight now. He let instinct take over as he pressed on, pushing into a cultist that came behind the human and crushing it into a nearby tree. He was beginning to enjoy that sound, and the thought of violently sending these heathens back to the earth. They began to scatter now, the orc pressing forward and killing as many as he could before they came out of their reach. There would be more up the mountain, of that he was sure, and he was quite sure that smell before would come back. He looked at the human and put the axe on his hip, pulling the white wolf hood down off of his head. He was never one to easily trust, but the human had the chance to kill him enough to at least be given the respect of a face to face confrontation if it came to that. "You have my thanks, Shara. I guess you are here for these filth as well?" He knew the mountains well enough, and most people didn't come up here without a purpose. And from the way this man fought these beasts he would venture a guess that his purpose was to hunt them. The orc put a hand to his chest in a respective gesture, the salute of his people that showed respect and thanks to other warriors. He hoped the humans had a similar gesture, not wanting to seem crazed in the eyes of a possible partner in the hunt. |
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| Godfrey | Thu Apr 7, 2011 3:20 am Post #6 |
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After watching in horror as Godfrey and the mysterious orc slaughtered their kin, the last of the acolytes in reach turned and tried to escape their wrath. The demon hunter snarled and jumped on the man's back, sending him to the ground. He dug his fighting knife deep into the cultist's spine, severing it. He ripped the weapon out after twisting it around for awhile, then viciously slashed around the wound. The man screamed in agony, then felt a large, rough hand enter the orifice that had been carved into his back. Godfrey tightly gripped on the upper portion of the spine and ripped up, tearing the skin. He continued ripping until his spine was hanging out of his back. The man made a sickening gurgling sound and began to fade. Godfrey, now covered in blood, stood up and raised his right foot, then shouted and shoved it down through the back of the mangled acolyte's skull, shattering it and sending blood and brain matter flying. He sheathed his blades, and turned to the orc. The scowl on his face burned with hatred. Obviously, this man had an extreme dislike for demon worshippers, and even moreso for the objects of their affection. He stepped to the orc and removed his cloak, wiping the crimson liquid that covered his chest off. "I have been hunting them for four miserable days... This is the first opportunity I've had to catch up to them. Thank you for slowing the bastards down." He acknowledged the orc's salute by extending his hand. "I am Godfrey of Arda. I have pledged my life to slaughtering the forces of the Abyss." The fact that they had lost the demon worshippers angered the warrior, but he had no wish to dishonor the orc by leaving him in the dust. The Archdemon he was hunting was rumored to be powerful, and extremely influential on lesser minds. There were sure to be several minions under its control, and no matter how adept he may have been at fighting, no single person could hope to take on the horde surely awaiting them in its lair. But with a hulking orcish warrior with an axe, his odds doubled. |
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| Balder Brightwolf | Thu Apr 7, 2011 8:34 pm Post #7 |
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From the sounds of it-and the way he fought-this human would be quite a useful man to bring along for the battle. If there was more of these demons he had just faced, he would need someone who knew how to handle themselves to help him. Or maybe he just disliked the idea of dying without someone being buried with him. Though he doubted sincerely that the enemy would bury them rather then use them for some kind of ritual. The Orc snorted and looked up the mountain, sniffing the air a bit to try and keep track of the enemies scent. They were heading up the mountain fast, from what he could gather across the ridge. They were heading straight for the top of the peak they were on now, likely to a dank cave that gave refuge to their unnatural masters. All the same, let the stone be their coffin then. "If we are to remain on their tails, we should continue the hunt. They will be moving carefully now, but fast." He nodded to the human, hoping he would be willing to fight next to him. It wasn't unusual for humans to be distrusting of Orcs, even half breed ones. The sins of the father were something that often bled through all generations. At least, that was the case with Orcs, the wrong being shone on them and the new Orcs just accepting it and playing their role. It was something Balder tried to avoid if he could. A growl was the only noise the Orc made as he passed over the stones, his legs pumping like pistons to move him from stone to stone. He didn't even look back to find out if the human was close behind him, figuring it would just be a massive waste of time in the long run. He wasn't one to mince words, or one to worry about things he couldn't do anything about. It wasn't long before the cave that the cultist's had taken as their base came clear, black sigils painted along the outside of the entrance. A few bodies laid against the walls near the stone walls, and trails of blood and claw marks could be seen in the dirt. They weren't too polite to people who tried to fight back against their captors, it seemed. The Orc shook his head, pulling back the hood of his cloak and drawing the Axe from his belt. If they were going to find anything in here, it was a fight. Anyone they could save would be a plus but from the looks of the entrance, the Orc already had a few notches to add to the haft of his axe. "Let us hope they haven't brought out anything too dangerous already..." He shook his head in disgust as he pressed in, the smell of the place being almost toxic to his nose. There was a lot of things in here that smelled wrong, and he couldn't help but feel like the walls were coming in on him, watching him. |
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| Godfrey | Fri Apr 8, 2011 3:11 am Post #8 |
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As the two continued their ascent up the mountain, the consciousness controlling the demons and acolytes opened its eyes. It sat on a large marble pedestal at the peak of the mountain, the only way to reach it being a pathway leading from a cave. Two of its worshippers knelt before it, begging the creature for mercy for their failure to halt the pair of warriors. The extremely pale demon looked like a normal human, save for the fact that it had three arms, two stemming from it's right shoulder. It sat cross-legged, with its arms held out in a way that made it look as though it was meditating. It's third arm rested on the ground, and occasionally shuffled positions with the other right arm. The glare it gave to them was one of pure malevolence and maniacal brilliance. As its piercing gaze tore into their retinas, they simultaneously started convulsing, screaming in agony. After enduring spasms of every inch of their muscles, they fell face first in the snow that crowned the peak. They lay still for several seconds, then started violently shaking yet again, this time screaming as horns bursted from their elbows and their heads, curling over their forehead and stretching out straight past the back of their heads. Their cloaks began to rip as their bodies took on a horrible change. Their knees snapped backwards and morphed, taking on an animalistic appearance. Their skin began to peel off, revealing the muscle underneath, and their arms swelled three times over. Their hands mutated into enormous, razor sharp claws, and their faces became akin to that of reptiles. As their cloaks fell, the monstrous behemoths stood, and each let out a gruesome howl. Without saying a word, the Archdemon closed its eyes, and the mishappen abominations took off into the cavern, completely under its maleficious influence, hungering for human and half-orc flesh. The hellhounds caught their quarries' scent, and proceeded through the corridors of the caves. Godfrey quickly caught up to Balder, and began his climb up the mountain. As the two reached the cave and witnessed the bodies strewn out, the demon hunter grimaced. He said nothing and trudged on, his blades at the ready. The smell soon wafted into Godfrey's nose as well, making the creases of his scowl deepen. It was the most horrid thing he had ever smelled in his life. He almost wretched, but held it in. He had no idea what danger awaited them, but after what he had seen on the way in, he didn't care. They would pay for the barbarism, and he would make sure of it. |
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| Balder Brightwolf | Fri Apr 8, 2011 8:20 am Post #9 |
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The nature outside slowly became silent, the beasts of the mountain feeling the presence of what was coming long before the pair could. The Orc sniffed the air, grunting at the sheer rancid stench of it. He couldn't quite pinpoint what he was smelling, but it was something that made his skin crawl and made his stomach burn. And by the time he learned what it was, it was far too late. The first of the beasts bound at him, bringing it's full weight down to challenge that of the shaman. He could feel his muscles tense and his legs buckle under the power of the maul that came down on him, and felt a burning pain as it's claws tore into his flesh. It found home with it's back feet, pushing into the ground and pushing the Orc back. He landed on his back, barely rolling out of the way of a scratching claw. The Orc brought his axe up to knock away the next attack, kicking his feet into it's chest to knock the demon back. He rushed up to his feet, slamming headlong into the beast with his axe first. He used his left arm to hold the beast's chest, keeping it at bay. He axe ground into the flesh of it's arm, tearing through morphed muscle and oozing out a thick black ichor. "Fashot Staz.... I will bury you beneath this stone, monster!" He pressed forward, keeping one foot ground into the rock while the other pushed forward. He couldn't be killed by this thing, he refused to. What Orc let himself be killed by such a disgusting creature? Especially by being overpowered. An honorable death isn't worth much if it goes against the laws of nature! The Orc's rage boiled at the thought of the creature winning, a burst of adrenaline sending him surging forward and grinding the beast's body into a nearby wall. it finally found a foothold, kicking off the wall and scratching the Mercenary across the chest. He growled in pain, slamming his head into it's face before pushing the blade of his axe up into it's ribs. He could hear the snap of bone as he kept beneath it's reach, pressing in with all his weight. The one strength he could rely on was his own, and now he was showing this unnatural monster just what strength he could muster. The Orc finally relinquished the hold, lifting the beast and throwing it across the room. It's feet kicked hard into the stone and bounded it across the cavern chamber. He could see the rage in it's eyes, it was out for his blood now, and it was likely that it was going to get it as gruesomely as possible. All the better. The Orc pressed forward, pulling his axe back as far as he could, grasping the handle with both hands. All of his strength went into the swing as he slashed across the beast, slamming with full force into it's shoulder and breaking the bone underneath. He knew it would mean little with something like a demon, but the body it had stolen would be hindered by it. He stared into it's eyes again, seeing a flicker of realization as it knew the two warriors they had been sent after were more then they expected. Balder snorted and set his legs in the stone, waiting for it to come at him again. He would cleave it in two and leave it dying on the stone before the sun finally went down, he vowed that to himself. And after this thing, he would be more then willing to do the same for it's sick minded master. |
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| Godfrey | Sun Apr 10, 2011 12:32 am Post #10 |
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The first beast had surprised the orc. Godfrey knew there had to have been a second, and as he readied himself for its coming, it leaped out of the shadows, its massive arms outstretched. Godfrey jumped back and kicked it in the face, hoping to delay its momentum, but to no avail. It slammed into the warrior and pinned him to the ground, then shoved its face up to his and let out a growl. With all of his might, he managed to shove the creature off, narrowly escaping death as it tried snapping its jaws on his skull. He rolled backwards, the got to his feet. The runes of his blades flared up, and he charged head on, ducking under a swipe and sliding to its side, slashing at its chest. The beast howled and snarled, then narrowed its glowing yellow eyes as it turned to its quarry. It slammed its arm into Godfrey's side, making him stumble into the side of the cave. As he realized what happened, it sent a claw straight for his head, narrowly missing as he ducked and slashed at its chest. It howled again, and slammed its arm into him again, sending him sprawling to the ground. It shuffled towards him and roared, then made to pounce. He was able to evade being pinned again, but one of his blades was knocked from his hand, and disappeared in the dimly lit cave. He quickly got to his feet again, then stumbled backwards, only to trip on metal object. Deciding to get a glimpse at what it was while still dealing some damage to his adversary, he flung a magic missile toward it, using the light provided by the spell to spot a conveniently placed broadsword, stuck into the chest of one of the cult's victims. He quickly reached for it with his right hand, then drew it out of the body and twirled it around. Though his newfound weapon didn't bare any runes, and obviously wasn't enchanted, it was still masterfully crafted, and gave him something his missing fighting knife didn't - range. The demon barreled towards him again, and he quickly raised his remaing knife, slashing at its claw as it tried to strike, then jabbing it in the side as he twirled to its side. He jumped away from the beast, and waited for it to charge once again. When it did, he rammed the sword into its chest, finding a vital organ, though it didn't seem to hault the monster's rampage. He cursed as it pushed him backwards, then raised the hand gripping his demon rending fighting knife, and plunged it into the monster's massive shoulder repeatedly. It slammed him into a cavern wall, and pulled away, nearly dragging him with it. He yanked the sword out of its chest, but left the knife. The longer it stayed embedded in the demon, the more its power would weaken it. He could already see it was straining. The blade was meant to slash through demon flesh and bone, but when left inside its victim, it proved disastrous. The demon hunter gripped the sword in two hands, charged, and lowered his blade to the side, swinging it upward as he approached. He cut the beast open, though that only did little. Whoever created these things, he knew how to make them damn near invincible. |
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| Balder Brightwolf | Sun Apr 10, 2011 7:03 am Post #11 |
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The orc stood, waiting for the demon to charge. He was staring it in it's pitted eyes, watching for any change, any sign of aggression. A sparkle in it's eye was all he needed to see, both hands on the handle of his axe hoisted the heavy metal head and brought it into the beast's hide. Black ichor sprayed over him as he was forced off of his feet, landing in a pile of bodies that was stacked nearby. He climbed onto the pile, grinding his fangs as he pulled himself up from the pile. Before he turned around, he caught sight of something useful on the pile... He reached for the sparkling steel, hefting the plate of steel up onto his arm and turning just in time for it to stop the force of the next charge. He could feel the perfectly crafted steel devour the force of the demon's opening maw. It scratched and clawed at the steel and snorted in rage when it couldn't bite through. It was the Orc's turn to push back. He used the poor footing of the pile to his advantage, pushing the beast back with all the weight he could muster from his upper body. It fell back, kicking it's hind quarters hard into bodies and never finding a hold. The Orc pressed forward, hacking at it's unmarred side with his axe every step of the way. Each strike hacked apart flesh and muscle, bringing a whimper from the beast with each wild blow. A growl came from him as he pushed forward one more time, bringing the beast onto its back on the floor and using the shield as a plate to hold it down. It thrashed and kicked, biting over the rim of the shield to try and rip out his throat. What he bit down on was the blade of an axe. He pounded the axe down as hard as he could into it's mouth, tearing it's jaw in a couple places. Catching hold between a few of it's teeth, Balder pulled hard until he heard the snap of it's jaw breaking out of place. He cackled and yanked harder, breaking the beast's lower jaw off entirely. It tried to howl angrily, and then started to whine in pain. The Orc pushed into it, breaking a few of it's bones in it's chest while pushing himself to his feet. The beast tried to get to it's feet, but to no avail. Every move it made, the Orc swung his axe to bash it back to the ground. As it slammed into the wall, he pounded his shield into it, causing the sound of breaking bones once again. With a snarl, the Orc brought his axe back, and slammed it's blade into the creature's spine. The snap was a sickly sound, and the beast was no longer trying to growl, but now whining. The Orc huffed, his shoulders slumping as the beast finally stopped twitching. He had black ichor covering most of his body now, and the beast was in tatters. He snarled and turned around, seeing the human dealing with his in a more refined manner. The orc looked down at the new shield, admiring many burn marks and sigils carved into them. This shield would do just fine, especially after it held up against the creature he just crushed into the walls with it. |
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| Godfrey | Wed Apr 13, 2011 2:56 am Post #12 |
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The knife embedded in the creature's shoulder was finally beginning to take effect. Like a voracious poison, it's mere presence inside the demon's body was corrupting every blood cell that touched it. As more of its life fluid circulated, it grew weaker and weaker. It sluggishly pushed Godfrey away and swatted at him, and ended up getting repayed with a vicious slice from his broadsword, seperating the upper half of its hand from the rest of it. Ichor spewed from the wound, and the beast writhed around, thrashing about and screaming in agony. It reached out again, this time slicing him in the chest with its massive claws. He let out a yell and stumbled backwards, smacking the pommel against one of the cave walls, instantly igniting the blade with a bright green flame. The light of the immolated sword revealed a glyph on the pommel that resembled fire. Whoever abandoned the weapon had certainly made a big mistake. Godfrey let out a roar and charged at the beast, again directing an underhand swipe towards it chest, this time to disastrous effect. The heat of the flames that licked the blade, coupled with the knife jabbed in its shoulder was too much for the demon to handle. The engulfed blade swept through its groin, all the way through its body. As its head split in half and caught ablaze, Godfrey spun around and ripped the dagger out of its mutilated body, then let out a bloodcurdling victory cry. A resounding shout echoed through the caverns, reaching the demon lord perched at the top of the mount. It's eyes opened, no longer accented with a cold glare, but a look of utter surprise, shock, and most of all, anger. "Let it be known, cur! Death awaits all who oppose me! No wretched spawn of the Abyss will escape my wrath! This is the moment of your reckoning!" As the warrior raged, more acolytes flooded into the cavern. Though they were nothing compared to the abominations they had just conquered, their numbers were great, and they were armed with far greater weapons and armor than those that had been slaughtered earlier. Many wielding weapons enchanted with the same green flame that wreathed Godfrey's newly acquired broadsword. He backed up, looking to the orc. As he did so, a hidden wall to the left of the corridor filled with acolytes opened, revealing even more. He narrowed his eyes and looked to Balder. "I'll take the right." At that, he charged, then shot an arm behind him and jumped, then propelled himself with a jet of magic energy and spun around, turning into a ferocious whirlwind of emerald flame. He crashed into the wave of elite occultists, igniting the first row of the demon worshipping vermin. Edited by Godfrey, Wed Apr 13, 2011 2:57 am.
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| Balder Brightwolf | Wed Apr 13, 2011 3:32 am Post #13 |
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The Orc snarled at the sight of the acolytes flooding in, not a word of protest at the army of them rushed in on the pair. This was the kind of fight the mercenary worked for, and he wouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth after all. Without a word, he pressed forward into the crowds of acolytes, bringing up his shield to block an incoming blow, sweeping his axe low to cut the acolyte at the waist. The pressed forward, flipping a charging acolyte over and tossing him into the stone. A sick snap was heard as the man landing on his head, his body crumpling into a pile in the dirt. A swing of his axe sent another flying into the wall, his arm flying across to the other side of the room. The rush of them coming from the left was an endless stream, and the Orc accepted it stoically. He pressed forward, slamming another of them into the wall with the full weight of his body and with his shield, crushing him completely. As the bite of a blade pressed into his leg, he turned in a full sweep, taking the next acolyte at the knees. He knew they couldn't continue this battle without dying under the sheer weight of numbers, but he was sure they wouldn't get to these zealot's master without killing a bulk of them. The Orc hated to feel hopeless, even if he knew it was vindicated by the sheer force against him. Rage started to pound into his veins, and the Orc started to feel many more blades press in on him. He snarled and blocked out the pain, the wild swing of his axe cleaving through enemy after enemy, his shield bashing into care-free acolytes and stopping the heaviest weapons that came in at him. "Mabaj bot ob armauk! Keep coming, dogs!' Another snarl pushed the Orc forward, his full body slamming the next pair to come at him at once. His axe bit down on the first, sending him spiraling to the floor while his shield ate the brunt of the others attack, and crushing him into the flood of men behind him. The Orc didn't stop, however, his entire body pressing into the enemy group until they started to bunch of and stop him. He could feel the bite of weapons into his shoulder above his shield, and into his legs below. Bug bites into a larger beast. His axe slammed and bit into the group behind his shield, sending men bleeding and falling back, sprawling into the dirt and stone. Finally, the Orc pushed with all of his strength and sent the score of acolytes left to the floor. He came in on the first of them, killing him before he could scramble from the floor. The few that came after were just as unlucky, but the rest quickly scrambled back to their feet. The Orc was making short work of them, but he could feel his muscles shaking. His body was taking a lot of abuse, and he wondered if they could stand against the leader of these acolytes at this rate, especially if he had more frothing acolytes waiting for them deeper in the cave-or worse, more of those demon hounds. He ground his fangs tightly together and pressed on. The only thing he could do now was finish off the men in front of him, and move to his next battle. That was the only thing he could ever do. |
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| Godfrey | Wed Apr 13, 2011 4:17 am Post #14 |
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The brutal onslaught of Godfrey's whirlwind attack left the first couple rows of acolytes in a smoldering heap of hacked limbs, severed heads, and eviscerated torsos. The others, completely taken aback by the merciless deaths of their first wave stepped back. Godfrey was wild-eyed, and bloodlust took over. A bestial roar echoed from his mouth, and he charged towards them. He rushed, then took a large step forward with his right leg and pivoted, twirling around and sending his flaming sword into the throat of the first acolyte in his path. His dagger entered another's gut, and he screamed in agony. After that, things began to look dire. He had left an opening for one of the acolytes to jab a short spear into his shoulder. He cried out and gutted the opportunist, then cut the shaft of the weapon. Two rushed him as he stumbled backwards, one jumping and swinging a dagger with a similar enchantment to the one bestowed upon Godfrey's sword, the other ducking low and swinging upward with a halberd. The demon hunter smacked away the high strike with his dagger, then parried the low sweep of the halberd with his broadsword. He kicked the acolyte that went low in the face, then swung the flaming blade horizontally, cleaving the upper half of the man's head off and digging it into the side of the man that jumped. The first attacker's severed scalp smacked the ground with a sickening splat. The other fell to the ground in agony. He decided his best bet was to injure as many as he could, leaving them to look upon their own limbs as they bled out. They'd eventually die anyway, and disarming them was far easier than trying to kill them all. The remaining dozen charged towards him like a living wall, and he was forced to back up further. He sheathed his dagger and ripped the half of the spear still embedded in him out of his shoulder, gasping and letting out a wince as it exited the wound. He jabbed it into the head of the first to meet him, then spun around and tripped the next with the incinerating blade. He waved the broadsword in front of him, trying to stave off the attackers from getting too close, then brought his foot down with full force on the man's head, crushing it. The lot snarled and charged, weapons raised. Fatigue was starting to set in, but he couldn't let these wretches finish him off. He and his half-breed companion had made it too far to be crushed now. He pressed on the attack, slashing a cultist's arm clean off, then drew his knife and slashed another in the belly, splitting it open and sending his charred intestines piling on the ground. After parrying a poorly executed strike he called out to Balder. "I never thought I'd say this, but I would have no greater honor than to die at the side of an orc. For glory! For ruin! Arrggh!" As the words exited his mouth, he felt a blade dig into his upper back, and he dropped to his knees. His vision grew blurry, and he slowly stumbled back to his feet. Time seemed to slow, and his breath grew heavy. It seemed, for now, that he was going to eat those words. He let out a weary sigh, then lifted his broadsword and turned around, slicing off the leg of the acolyte that had struck him. He pounded the dagger into the man's ribcage, then, with great effort, hefted the blade back around and caught an approaching cultist in the jaw, swiping it off and igniting his hooded cloak. Edited by Godfrey, Wed Apr 13, 2011 4:31 am.
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| Balder Brightwolf | Wed Apr 13, 2011 5:57 am Post #15 |
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He wretched one of the acolytes off of his feet, sending him flailing through the air towards the sea of enemies coming at the mercenary fighting next to him. The acolyte screamed until the last send when he pounded into the weapons of his allies. Without even watching the show, the Orc spun with his axe and brought it into the next enemy. And then the beast came out, his axe never stopping in it's arcing swings. His arm tensed and his body ached but he kept pressing on, swinging the perfectly crafted head of Hel-breaker around and around, bringing it through the flesh of any man that got too close to the grinder that was Balder Brightwolf. He roared at the top of his lungs, bringing himself towards the final of the acolytes that had come from the group that went after him shield first, the man bringing a spear with a shining tip towards him. The surface of the shield pounded into the steel of the spear, snapping the shaft and pressing forward. As the shield slammed into the chest of the man, a massive force sent him sprawling backwards and slammed him into a nearby wall. He could hear a sick snap and turned, content that his job was done. He waded into the battle next to the human barbarian, bringing his axe down hard on the nearest cultist. The unarmored foe fell limply to the floor, his chest cleaving open and his body becoming limp. He shook the body off of the blade and tossed it aside, coming forward into what was left of the acolytes. He could smell something in the air that was just wrong, feeling like something dark and evil was coming for them now, something angry. They needed to finish soon. "I refuse to fall here! By the earth, there is no honor to these soulless dogs!" He growled, seeming to become the beast that his cloak was made from for a moment, pressing in on the last of them. His cloak was starting to become colored crimson as spouts of blood came from himself and the men he pressed in on, the bulk and raw power of the Orc overpowering every enemy that came in on him. When one fought, one used the powers that were at their disposal. It was always nice if those powers were natural, given at birth like a gift from the spirits of the earth. He could feel his heart pounding in his throat, his limbs becoming heavier and heavier. He could almost smell the beast that was guiding these acolytes with a cold, evil will. He couldn't stand the stench anymore, he wanted to break it, he wanted to toss it into a pit and burn it until nothing of it was left. He was quite sure even it's blood would smell bad, but he would just have to see. With a snarl, the Orc pressed onward into the throng of enemies, his axe flying over his head for a heavy blow to the first one that came in on him, the next being hit by the axe's force being reversed and pounding upwards. |
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