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| Topic Started: Thu Jul 5, 2007 6:31 pm (1,550 Views) | |
| Seele | Sun Jul 29, 2007 5:00 pm Post #46 |
 
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Seele glanced up, his golden eyes narrowing. The skies had erupted with demons, descending on Cascadia with claws extended and fangs bared, terrorizing the citizens enjoying the party. Sneering with disgust at their weakness, Seele prepared to shed his disguise and find out what exactly was going on. Yet he stopped at the last moment, acute arcane senses detecting something much more interesting than the demons that filled the air. Dark power seemed to radiate from the statue high above Cascadia, and unhol force the likes of which he had not felt in many, many years. Not since the death of his mentor, Dalamar the Demented, and that had been on a far distant world. No, not even in the lowest reaches of the Abyss had Seele encountered a power that threatened his goals so much. For, after all, Seele had plans for Imythess, plans where another powerful dark-magic user would be a constant annoyance. He prepared himself to reveal himself to this power when it suddenly faded, as if it had noticed his attention. Seele face creased in a dark scowl as he let the Alter Self spell melt off of his features as if it were liquid, golden eyes moving back towards the shrieking host of evil beings above. There were answers here. He would get those answers. Seele scanned the skies as the demons swooped down to attack, picking a target quickly. Near the front of the wave was an erinyes demon, her mouth open in a scream of malicious pleasure as she dived at the streets. Seele smiled and gestured, her evil delight mirrored in his shining eyes. The chains shot out of his cloak, whipping towards the Erinyes. Before she even had a chance to react the thick links had trapped her arms to her sides, binding the large, blood-red wings against her pale flesh. The Erinyes was torn from her flight and brought to the wall of the alley, pinned against the rough stone. She snarled, but the chains would not release her. Seele emerged from the shadows, the small smile still fixed on his thin face. Golden eyes met golden eyes, a silent battle of wills. Seele fought the powerful enchantment of the Erinyes's golden gaze, feeling her try to charm him to release her. She almost succeeded; the beauty of the Erinyes was hard to resist, hard to not succumb to the dark promises that flitted through those golden eyes... Seele shook his head, the charm broken. He had stood in the presence of the Goddess of Darkness and resisted her own Erinyes charm. He would not let a mere demon best that. "Tell me, demon. Why are you here, now?" Ignoring Seele's soft voice, the Erinyes only hissed, struggling against the black chains that had captured her. Suddenly Thanatos was in his hands, the curved blade pressed against the hollow of her throat. The Erinyes sneered in derision, knowing that no normal weapon could do her harm. But when the blade of the scythe drew a long, thin line of black blood she went still, staring at the mortal that had caught her. Dark power seemed to flow from Seele, a power that could match any demon in the skies above. His grin widened, giving him a demonic appearance. "My name is Seele, Shadow Sorceror supreme, the Blight-Bringer. Do not resist me. Or I will let Thanatos drink his fill..." He pressed down slightly on the scythe, reveling in the black bead of blood that dripped down the twisted blade. "We... we have been called, mortal!" The Erinyes's voice was smooth and husky, meant to seduce any man unfortunate enough to hear her call. But this man was different, she knew. He desired only for power; she could not tempt him with carnal pleasure, could not deceive and kill him as she had done to so many men. Denying him would only cause her death. "The great fiend has returned! The one betrayed by this city's founder! We have been called to make them all pay!" Her golden eyes drifted to the streets, licking her lips as she saw the people fleeing from her brethern in the skies. Oh, how she wished to be there with them! But the blade of the scythe brought her attention back to the elf, who was chuckling softly. "So I was right... He is free..." Seele stepped back, holding Thanatos in his thin hands. Bringing the blade to his mouth, he licked a tiny drop of black blood, staring at the Erinyes with an unreadable expression. "Thank you, little one. You have been most useful. A pleasant distraction..." Seele put out his free hand, the fingers spread wide. "But no one tries to seduce me." He began to slowly close his fingers into a tight fist. As he did so, the chains tightened as well, pressing into her soft skin. The Erinyes demon screeeched horribly, feeling the links embued with demonic power sink into her flesh, crushging bones and rupturing organs. Seele's eyes shined with joy as the chains continued to squeeze until she was dead, blood oozing over the chains to drip to the ground. He dropped the mutilated corpse, looking up. It appeared as though Rotharden had engaged a massive pit fiend, one who held far too much power for a normal demon. Seele smiled and mentally called to his dragon, the bloody chains whirling around him in eager anticipation. This would be more fun than the elf had had in years... |
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| Aether Draka[Adm] | Tue Jul 31, 2007 4:05 pm Post #47 |
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AD ignored the elf’s plea and was unsure why she was being included. She didn’t know him and owed him nothing. She was rather disappointed to find Gregory there with the dragon, but she let it be. So, she simply watched the others for a little while, trying to figure out why they were trying to do all of… what ever they were doing… in the middle of a party. Then, a sound rang out, one that drew her attention away from the strange activities of the others. As she stood there, she saw everything that was happening, taking it all in at once. And for some time, she didn’t move, barely breathed… and then… she forgot where she really was, her mind, her emotions, everything, was plunged back before she had ever come to Imythess. To the time she had found herself, for the first time, alone. There had been a city, Aceron, and a demon had attacked the city. She had fought against them, the demons and undead, just because she had only that to go on. She had fought not to save anyone, or even to save the city, but because she had been taught to kill demons with naught but a blade and her skills. So it was lost to her then, all she had learned in Imythess, all her magic, all her friends, and even her shadows… She was, in her mind, back in Aceron, back in the battle she had never seen the end of. That battle and this one had become the same… Fire leapt up from the buildings and she found herself moving forward, a blade in each hand. The dagger she had brought with her to Imythess was held in her right hand and her elven blade was held in her left. With no fear of the demons themselves and only caution toward the flames, she moved past the fleeing people. Her sanctuary had sprung to life, preventing the crowd from mowing her over and halting the first attack. She lashed out at the winged beast that had attacked her and failed, breaking the sanctuary as she did so. The blade went through the monster’s throat, severing the windpipe and one of the jugular veins. She sheathed her simple blade as the beast fell, catching the horns on its head and placing a foot on the creature’s back. She swung her elven blade hard as she pulled back on the horns. The spine snapped and the demon died. She walked away, not wishing to witness the often grotesque dispersal of the corpse. |
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| Kowe | Sun Aug 5, 2007 4:38 am Post #48 |
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Kowe looked at Taima, and raised a brow..."Shall we? Or would you rather we wait and see what happens?" She wears a wicked grin upon her visage, momentarily shelving the issue of the whatever-it-may-be in the back of her mind, and opening her bag to invite the whats-it to get in to safety. The lil lady accepts, and nimbly hops into the bag. When she moves to shut it again, the lil lady pokes her in the fingers with her nose and Kowe realizes that she doesn't want the bag shut. Sighing a little, she resigns herself to the fact the lil thing may get hurt...and begins to look for her weapons, and the courage to face those...those...DEMONS. Taking a deep breath, she tells herself that she CAN do this...and that she'll only know for sure if she tries. Looking back at Taima, she says "I'll be back...unless you wouldn't mind joining me in battle?" Without waiting for an answer, she leaps into the fray, shifting as she does into her panther form. Racing off towards the fight, she growls deep in her throat at the stench of evil, and bares her fangs. Soon she spies a demon tormenting innocents, and as his back is turned, takes this moment to attack from behind, ripping and tearing with her fangs and claws. Low in her throat, the growl begins to crescendo with rage and anger and yes...even fear. The sound travels back to the gardens, and a little farther, and those that hear it, wonder at it, and hope that it's a forboding of good, and not more evil. The demon attempts to drag her off of its back, and gouges great grooves into her flesh, but despite the injuries, Kowe fights on...she will not give up, she won't! Her lil lady has flown behind her, unnoticed, and squeaks with distress at the blood and the violence, and flees back to the relative safety of the bag in the gardens. Hearing a little squeak of surprise, Kowe looks back for a split second and sees her newfound friendling flying off...the demon takes the moment of distraction to rip her off his back and attempts to burn her with a gout of flame. It hits, and the smell of burning fur permeates the air. With renewed anger and determination, Kowe goes after the fiend. Finally catching him at a weak moment, she rips his throat out with her fangs, and lopes off to find some more fun and bloodshed. |
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| Gregory Faust | Fri Aug 10, 2007 6:32 am Post #49 |
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((OOC: Whoo, talk about neglect. Been pretty busy lately. Almost cut my finger off with a beef-slicer and all. Anywho, Iii'm baaaack!!)) Gregory subconsciously heard the elf reply, but at the current point of time his full concentration was at loss. The evil had grown by the moment, and now it was started to strain, dividing into more essences than just on grand evil, but with a strong evil force at their nucleus. He determined the sheer number of demons, and to his disgust it about matched the number of townspeople, if not more. He flicked back to his conscious reality just in time to see the elf vanish with the older man that he had seen previously. His watch went to the crowd around him and he shook his head. "I will take only the druid among you," Gregory pointed to the tallest structure in the town, "The elf and the sage will be there. Those capable of fighting, fight. Those not, flee fast and far. If you are attacked and sure to fall... Take some of the god-forsaken demons with you, or run and drag them as far from town as possible. Come Kalius." he waved his hand, indicating the druid to follow. Taking to the dragon's tail, he indicated the path for the druid to walk and took wing, flying high above the rooftops in time to see the oncoming horde. There were a lot of them. As he alighted on the golden back of Nuitarin, and checked to make sure Kalius had joined. At least his one friend would be safe. He looked upon the crowd and flinched as he saw AD lurking about. He only hoped she would do alright, because he knew she would not accept his offer of joining. "There should be an extra strap for you to cling to," Nuitarin was a fighting dragon, and came equipped with his own highly durable and large saddle. He knew there was a strap to be tied onto the person in the back, as in the old days of combat mages flew alongside the dragon-riders. Gregory reached and grabbed at the rope attached to the bas of the dragons neck and wrapped his hand in it at least twice for comfort. He had never flown before, but he took comfort in the fact that the dragon was trained to handle a rider. "Take wing, my Nuitarin," The dragon roared and it's mighty wings ripped into the air, sending a great burst of wind all around, "Today you feast on demons!" A fire lit up in Gregory's dark-purple eyes and he grabbed his ice-spear from his pouch, brandishing it at his side. The dragon beat its great wings and quickly found itself in the sky just as the demons hit the town. The cries of humans ran un-interrupted for a few minutes as the dragon circled the town, getting comfortable in its flight, then the cries were interrupted by the clear bellow of the golden war dragon, and death began to rain on the demons. Bolts of frost rippled from Gregory's spear as those with flight cam to challenge him, and the odd demon that was not too near humans was quickly evaporated by the mighty white fires of the dragon. Gregory was lost in his adrenaline, and finally the world would have to take a step back and see. Finally Gregory would not be such a weak side-order. Finally he would see some respect. |
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| Taima | Sun Aug 12, 2007 5:18 am Post #50 |
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(Being a D&D person I call them devils, since devils and demons are different, sorry if it throws anyone off.) A look of pure delight crosses Taima's face as the thrill of battle awaits him. Grasping Graceless in his hands, he springs forward onto the back of the closest devil's, which is wielding a cruel looking glaive. Driving his blade into the devil's back he brings it down to the ground, taking a step away he relinquishes his blade and turns to the devil. "Come now, let us have a little fun" Taima smiles as he says this before rushing forward to decapitate the devil before it could respond. Looking around, he sees many battles raging, many people dead and injured. Hearing a roar and recognizing the figure and voice as Kowe, he rushes to her position. Approaching just as she rips out the devil's throat he notices her wounds. "You ok?" Stashing his weapon, he transforms and flexes his claws. Smiling that insane feral grin of his, he rushes off yet again... |
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| Kalius Aldura | Fri Sep 7, 2007 8:26 am Post #51 |
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All around him the world seemed to come to a standstill. Time seemed to slow to a stop as he suveyed his surroundings, the destruction that was realeased within such a short time period greatly disturbed the noble druid. Buildings that moments before held roaring cheers and childs laughter now full of screams. beautiful monuments surrounding the town were being licked away by flame, and gentle town's folk being forced into combat with beasts. No, not beasts...Demons! Many of the monsters roamed the streets, attacking with thoughtless abandon. Scanning his mind for a recent precedent to explain why such a thing might happen he hardly noticed the small group of adventurer's the elf gathered dwindled in numbers as they seperated to reach the necesary rooftop. He hardly noticed the Demon Kin surrounding his position. He hardly noticed a familiar face approach him mounted atop a Dragon. Gragory! It has been a long time since he had seen his friend, first time actually seeing him inside the confines of city wall's. Although his elf friend looked the same as before, something undoubtedly changed. Glancing the dragon over, completely lost for words, all he could do was stare awestruck. Druidic training taught it's followers to fear DragonKin, since they were unpredictable and not exactly one with nature themself. Remebering his vow he promised himself then and there that today would be when he, himself, made a choice on whether or not Dragons were Friend or foe. Still lost on words, all he could do when Gregory invited him on to the back of the beast was accept. Walking up the great tail and onto its scaley back, Kalius did not truly know what to expect. Seemingly seconds after he boarded, the dragon took flight. Exhilerating was the only word to describe flying atop a great Wyrm, if it were any other situation it may of been even Fun. Gregory's new pet made sure to keep Kalius clued into reality with every killing blow it struck against some monster or demon. Watching his friend wield his spear with precision and the beast demolish ground crawlers, it dawned on Kalius that this was not were he was needed. Indeed he was safe up in the air but undoubtedly useless. Still undecided where he was needed, a childs cry caught his attention, and the choice was made for him. Below, a group of young were being surrounded by two demon, prowled upon as a cat would a mouse. Without a second thought the druid ran up the dragons neck, brushed gregory on the back as to say goodbye, then dropped the ten feet to the nearest roof, and came up in a moving roll. Directly above the circling Demon kin, fierce dog-faced humanoids that stood as tall as a man, he took the only few available moments to think, pulled his dual-dagger's then dropped down. Falling directly atop the one farthest behind he inserted a dagger each into the sides of the demon's neck, directly above the collar bone. Hot, the beast was warm to the touch! Not nearly as hot as to harm the young man but gave him pause long enough to be thrown by the creature over it's shoulder, directly in front of it's companion. He hit the ground hard. No air remained within him for a couple precious seconds, enough time that he should of been killed by the second beast. Luck of the god's seemed to be with Kalius, for his initial attack seemed to of surprised the duo enough to draw the second one's attention. Quickly regaining his up right position, he glanced behind in search of the children. Thankfully an older man, maybe three times the druid's age, lead them into a nearby house to hopeful safety. Briefly he and the elderly man locked eyes, just long enough for Kalius to see the gratitude in the man's tear stained eyes, before closing the heavy wooden door. Distracted, Kalius turned towards his own battle just in time to attempt a dodge from a wicked swipe from the second demon, a snarly beast with long, blue hair. Falling to the side, he was not lucky enough to avoid the blow. Three Nasty claw marks ran from his left breast straight down to his right hip and set his body aflame with pain. Hoping for the best and denying the pain from taking him over, he regained his, Admittingly wobbly, footing and drew TigerLily, his double-bladed sword. Quickly the Blue haired Demon attacked again, hoping to land a more fatal blow, but was intercepted by a defending throw of Kal's sword. What seemed like many seconds passed between the two as the snarly beast attempted to think of a plan of attack. Throwing a right hand swipe followed by its left, both being deflected by the druid and both sending waves of pain down the man's chest, the Demon roared and grabbed hold of the druid's blade. Thinking quickly Kalius thrust his boot into the beast's mid-section and thankfully stunned it, momentarily at least. Following the kick Kalius stabbed eagerly, looking for a fleshy area and found home. TigerLilly thrust through the Blue haired Monsters neck, right below where a man's adam's apple should be. Even during death, the Demon remained defiant. Locking eyes with Kalius as it stood, gasping for it's last breath, it never once blinked, not even when it departed this world back to it's corner in it's chosen Hell. After withdrawing his sword, he made his way over towards his first target. Thankfully, the beast succumbed to it's initial injuries and required no more trouble. Scanning the roof tops for the little elf after retrieving his dagger's, Kalius sighed as he felt his blood soaked, ragged shirt. Spotting him not far away the druid laughed, and started talking to himself, if only to calm down from the battle. " Well, i better join you upon that rooftop, another battle and i may not be able to assist you even if i wanted to." Waving his hand over his chest he recited an ancient chant of minor heal. It could not heal him fully, but at least the bleeding has stopped. |
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| Storyteller[ST] | Fri Sep 7, 2007 4:52 pm Post #52 |
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(Sorry about the delay guys, it's hard to get back in to the roll of things after being gone for so long... :s ) The Pit Fiend flew fast and hard, until he saw a man of holy energy coming towards him. He slowed down and hovered there for a few seconds, waiting until the Infused human got close enough. He let out another roar and flames engulfed him and a twenty foot area around him, the flames were a deep red, obviously magical, and burned hotter then any other fire, which would prevent the Infused man from getting too close too fast. The flames closest to the demon, wrapped around his red scales and turned a dark purple, then faded quickly, but the rest of the flames were still burning, and moving fast as it spread over the grass and tress out side of Cascadia, and towards houses where people were trying to take refuge from the demons. If this man was holy, he would be selfless, and try and save the pathetic humans instead sacrificing them and trying to take on the Pit Fiend. The Pit Fiend's body was now covered in armor, though his scales gave him protection, the armor he now wore was strong and nothing could get through it, save maybe holy weapons. The armor was not like plate, scale or any other armor crafted by man, but reflected the Hell from which it came. A sword, now also, was in his hand, though it would obviously be a two handed sword, he was able to wield the wicked blade with one hand. Fire started to rise from the large crevasses that the demons had created, which was a large circle around the city. The fire that arose let smoke in to the air, and burned the area around the circle. The crevasse started to expand, growing wider, and who knew what it was doing under ground. Yuen worked on, nearing the completion of his task. He looked up for only a second and saw all the chaos and death below in the city. His expression became sad for a brief moment, but then was lost as he looked back down at his work, and starting to talk in that ancient language once more. He was almost done. Then the ground gave a shudder, then another. His eyes became wide as he realized what was going to happen in only a few seconds, if he did not hurry. Flames flew up around the entire city, flames that reached above the tallest building where Yuen and mage were. The heat that was given off by these flames was strong, and made sweat form around on his brow. The ground shook again, this time more fierce, and the city began to move. Downwards. The flames starting to look taller as the city slowly sank towards the fires of Hell. "No, no." Yuen muttered, turning towards the device he was working on. He began talking in every single different elf language, every other word was from a different elf vocabulary, which made his whole sentence sound off. "Oh Gods, please make this work." He said in common as he grabbed the fabric that covered the device and pulled it off, revealing a sapphire colored globe, giving off a slight glow, set in a gold stand. "To the skies, where we belong!" He said in a louder voice as he placed his hands on the globe, channeling all his magical power he could manage in to this device, and even taken some power from any magic users that were nearby. The city came to a stop in it's slow fall in the abyss, but it did not go up. Yuen let go of the globe, panting, and feeling exhausted. He did not understand, it was suppose to work! The city remained in one spot for now, until the device ran out of energy. He needed more power, but he did not know where to find enough of it. He looked over at the old mage who had helped him get up to the roof. He had his doubts, whether this man could actually be powerful enough to help, but it was worth a try. "Come here please, mage. I need some help." He said, his voice different sounding now then before, stronger, and more knowing. He wondered what may have happened with the rest of the group that had said they would help him, thinking it would be nice to have them around to protect him and the mage as more demons flew from the flames that circled around the city. |
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| Rothardan | Sat Sep 8, 2007 7:03 am Post #53 |
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He was flying as fast as he could towards the unholy creature of the pit, but who knew what the heck he was going to do. Rothardan knew this was different from any foe he was able to fight and that this battle would probably cost him his life. At this point though, Rothardan didn't care... he was on his own and no-one else was hear to help. He had to take this demon on and at least try to stop him. Flying forward, Rothardan started to feel warmer and warmer as he closed in tight... and then he felt a burst of heat come forth. The demon was erecting a barrier of flame that was going bigger and bigger. Rothardan immediatley stopped and flew backwards, trying to figure out a point of entry. But below him, the ground was being devoured by the magical flames and everyone was scattering towards some sort of refuge that would protect them. Below him, Rothardan could see that several people were running a little too slow and that they were never going to make it. It was a mother and two small children, one of them just a baby. Rothardan used a blink spell and immediatley teleported towards the mothers side Without saying a word, he grabbed hold of the mother and used his free hand to grab the small child. The fire was coming ever closer now, and Rothardan could feel the heat of the demonic flames getting ready to incinerate him. "Hold on to me tight," he said to the eldest child, "and hold on to your baby." he told the mother. Without a moment's hesitation, Rothardan flew immediatley and carried the mother and child away from the fire... only a moment too soon, as he could feel the fire licking the ground where he was. Rothardan flew until he could see a small patch of land where the citizens had gathered. The Paladin touched down and placed his passangers there, nodding at the thank you's and cheers. But no sooner did he land and save those villagers did he take off again and head towards the demon. But he stopped when he saw one of two things that were happening. First, the demon had summoned some sort of armour that The Paladin had never seen before. It was black with red cracks upon the surfact, as if the armour was crafted from the rocks of hell itself. Rothardan knew in his head that he was not going to get through that armour with his basic Force Blade and sheathed it into his bag of neverending space, drawing his powerful Holy Blade instead. The Holy Blade was a normal sword against anything else, but it had enough raw magic and holy power to match the angelic blade. It should be enough to get through hell's armour, and possibly his giant sword he was wielding as well. But nothing compared to the chaos that was happening below him. The fire had created a circular crevace that had decimated everything in it's path, now smoke and fire began to rise from the crevace. The demon was up to something, Rothardan knew it was casting something.... or worse, summoning something. So he raised his holy blade in a bid to get the attention of the demon and watched as it glowed blue with Holy Power. Then the Paladin flew forward again, his sword pointed infront of him like a missile. Using his haste spell, Rothardan was flying towards the demon like a holy missile and he was intending to hit that giant target of a monster. |
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| Midnight Dragoon | Sat Sep 8, 2007 8:29 am Post #54 |
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Kalarn escaped from the hordes of people and leapt on the demon by flying. He hung on, clawing at it. He leapt and spun, shooting a Faerie Fire at the demon's eye, and flew back to the head. He hated it when things were exploding towns. He yelled to the demon in Draconic and then Demonic, pleading with the demon to be calm. As an answer, the demon flung him off. Kalarn was falling in a way so that it was near impossible to fly. He yelled out for help and braced himself for the fall. He struggled to unfurl his wings and suddenly, and violently, they swung out, threatening to tear. He landed and jumped back in the air, following the man. He leapt over several surfaces and became side-by-side with the man. "Need some help?" He flew until he was level with the demon. "Take this!" He shouted, slashing the eyes of the demon. |
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| Dalhar Vharc | Sun Apr 27, 2008 7:22 pm Post #55 |
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Dalhar came groggily out of the inn, shaking his head. The first shake had sent him sprawling out of the chair he had been in since early that morning, and he had unfortunately been tossed right into a wall. But the screams made him look up. "What the... For the very love of GOD!" He stared for a moment, and then shook his head. "Looks like I've got my work cut out for me," he said softly, and pulled the glaive that had been gifted to him by his own demon. Dalhar, be wary. These are the same race as I am. They may well recognize you and that glaive you carry. "I know. I'm counting on it. It'll let me get close to at least a few of them and rip them apart before they can do any more damage." With that, he headed off, glaive at the ready, waiting, wondering what was going on. Why had the city started shaking. No one in the tavern could tell him what was going on, nor would any of them venture an opinion. But he had a suspicion. There were stories of a fiend imprisoned in the monument up at the falls. Rumors, stories, legends. Horrors done by the fiend before he was imprisoned. If that monster had been unleashed again, then things were going to get a bit more difficult for him to become a leader of the abyss. After all, according to all the stories, that was exactly what this fiend had longed for. |
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