Title: Far Below The Streets
Silvermoon - January 23, 2009 12:59 AM (GMT)
((OOC: The demons we'll be facing will have 50 to 200 posts. Starting at the bottom and slowly getting more powerful as the thread goes on and we get nearer to the Demon Lord))
The chapel stood high like few other buildings. Most of the city was burned and gone. A testament to the evil of the forces from "the other side". People from far and wide had come to the city of Ascantha to try to rebuild it and restore it's former grace. It was beautiful many said. A testament to the world. Funnily enough, this one liked this new look.
Miles below the surface, Spiritus the Druid was performing for the demons. Tonight's entertainment: Sudden Death Match. Best part of Spiritus' performances; the audience was part of the show. Blood was everywhere. The grimy filth filled water now had a quickly growing red streak amongst the green of the grime. Chunks of flesh floated with the solid wastes of a dead city.
The flesh was charred from hell fire and torture scarred but the wounds that had killed them were not hell made. The wounds that ended the unnatural creatures were all made of steel and nature's fury. A fury that no creature should or could try to face. The druid had found himself with a quickly dwindling amount of sparring partners.
With one final twist of his ninja daggers. The demon found itself no longer holding it's blade. There had been a jagged piece of steel in it's hands, rusted from the blood of hundreds of innocent. This did not bother Spiritus, nor had it brought his blades to the massacre. Nothing about human lives being lost effected him, it was something much much more precious.
A quick thrust finished the creature's life. The dagger was plunged hilt deep into it's chest. The tip of the piercing blade had nipped the creature's life blood as it's tip entered the demon's heart. Perhaps the creature had not realized it was dead. It didn't fall down as inspected. Spiritus looked into it's eyes with curiosity. No it was definitely dead. With a quick tug, the druid assassin withdrew his blade from it. As he did, the creature fell. Guess the dagger had kept it up he smirked. Didn't know that little bit of info about a creatures body. Guess that would be logged in next to tricks he could do with a plant. Like his next little show.
The last demon was just a few feet away. It was scared or maybe it wasn't. Can't tell the difference with things like that and quite frankly he didn't give a damn. It was going to die anyway.
"Well my friend it's just me and you... So what was I going to say... oh yes." Spiritus took a deep breath then gagged as the smell of human wastes and rotting filth filled his nostrils. "Damn this fucking place... it is as tainted as the people that made it. Now where was I... Oh yes. I like the way your kind is going to kill off most of civilization. In fact I love the idea, in fact I want to help it. But.. alas we have a slight different agendas..." Spiritus looked around and coughed. Still had some bad air in his lungs. "You see I love the natural world and your kind would threaten that even more than the humans... So you see... You have to go. It's not you, it's... well yeah it's you... good bye"
The creature looked at him confused. What was he talking about? The elf had said good bye? Was he letting him go, let him go back to the crimson fields and the rivers of blood. There was a cracking sound behind him and a small sploosh of something falling into the stream of human corruption. There was a small hole in the wall. Then suddenly a giant arm of wood broke through the wall and wrapped around him. The demon's scream barely began to escape it's lips before it was pulled into the earth. Only a small cave in around the entrance of the attacker was all that remained.
"I love you my dear tree friends... You do more than you know." Silently he had called upon the trees above. Requesting for aid in dealing with the creature. They had eagerly obliged. Now he was alone in the darkness of the sewers. Just him and the stink. And somewhere in the deep abyss, probably about another hundred demons and a demon lord. It was an injured lord but a scared corned rat was dangerous. Much more aid may be needed. But if he needed to, he would allow for help. If no help would come then he would do it alone. Spiritus could handle them. It would just take a bit of cunning and a lot of luck.
Kit - January 28, 2009 03:31 AM (GMT)
Adrick having long since escaped the confines of his prison and healing on that cursed Granada Island had jumped on the quickest boat he could find to take him anywhere. The demonkin wasn't fussed. The boat took him to a unknown shore where on his bad leg Adrick had spent the majority of his time exploring in an attempt to discover where he was. With the pain finally stopping a few moons back the hunter had found himself in a ruined city. The piece that stood out was the chapel. Having spent some time admiring the moon temple on Granda Adrick had a new found respect for those that followed a diety of form.
What puzzled him is that unlike the temple on Granada he could feel something below the surface. Or more accuratly his demon could. A sense of kinship and rivalry what ever it was Adrick felt his bloodlust rise to the point that it was taking strenous mental effort to stop himself from punching in the floor and entering the catacombs in a mad hunt. No the demon had to be controlled. Gritting his teeth in a rictus Adrick finally relented and recieved a bit of calm in his mind. He entered the basement area and found the crude entrance to the tunnels.
Smelling the taint of blood and battle in the air Adrick felt conflicting senses about the area. It was strange and yet comforting he was meeting his kin. Yet he also wanted to destroy the beings. It wouldnt matter Ri-age may have almost drained what power his demon offered him but bit by bit he could feel his old prime returning to him. Only a few more years.
Quickly descending through the levels Arick heard the sound of battle, talk and finally a loud crashing sound Adrick pressed himself against a wall and waited. Silence. Leaping out quickly and landing almost silently Adrick observed the bodies neutrally and looked at the still standing man. The figure was holding a dagger didn;t seem to have any other weapons on him but this didn;t mean he still wasnt lethal. Letting his golden eyes set apon the back of the neck Adrick fixed his mind on not letting his demon take control. Last time that happened he almost got what he wanted.
Looks like a bit of a skirmish round here.
Silvermoon - January 28, 2009 03:17 PM (GMT)
There had been a soft sound in the tunnel behind him but Spiritus hadn't need heard to know about what was there. Some one had ran a long way down from the surface from the number of plants, mostly moss and roots, that were warning him of someone or something coming his way. Now it hid behind him, lurking and watching. Waiting for what he did not know but he had no intention of waiting for it to attack him.
Slowly he began to speak silently to the roots in the walls around them once more. Telling them what to do and how to do it, all they needed was his signal. The roots would lash out and grab this creature and drag him into the earth like Spiritus had done with the other demon. It was quick and efficient, it also gave the roots some good fertilizer. But first, before he struck, he would speak to this creature.
"State your name and business now. I'll warn you now, if you are demonkin, just kill yourself. There will be no running away for you and you have no chance in defeating me in combat. There is only death, I'll let you chose how you go... "
The voice in which he spoke was cold and cruel. Spite rang in every syllable as the words rolled off his elven tongue. An unusual sound to hear from a wood elf, a species that usually just told riddles or sang of great deeds when not tending their forests. Of course, most wood elves didn't have a grudge as deep as his and as wide spread as his.
Kit - January 28, 2009 04:26 PM (GMT)
Keeping his expression neutral as the elf refused to turn around and yet continued to adress him in a blatent threat. A man after Adricks own heart it seemed. No matter. Loosely watching to see if the man had any friends the demonichost simply walked around in a wide circle to stand infront of the elf. Sizing him up Adrick nodded once
Well if death is my only option when facing you then I dont see why we dont simply just skip all this small talk. But I would caution you in striking before hear other factions side of the story. If i wanted you dead. You would be dead. Now theres something in this pit that my other half wishes to fight. Your going to either come with me or you can stay here and watch me be on my way Elf.
Narrowing his eyes Adrick let a sinister light flash in his eyes before he contiuned
As for my lineage Elf perhaps you had better set your prejudices straight. Pot calling the kettle springs to mind
Cocking his head Adrick turned to regard the cavern and the sprawled bodies around well the elf knew what he was doing either way Adrick was sure that if push came to shove he would be more of a match for the elf. All it took was one punch.
So what'll it be?
Silvermoon - January 29, 2009 06:11 PM (GMT)
"Well first things first... I was here first my friend. This is MY hunt. My prey. If you want to tag along, feel free. As for killing me... You might be able to kill me but I doubt you'll be able to do much with my friends. And to be honest. We've already got you surrounded. But I would enjoy someone to help me put down this rampant beasts... "
Spiritus began to walk off without the man, beast, thing. What ever the loud mouth was. Thought it was something special. Obviously it had never fought a druid. A druid underground was as deadly if not deadlier than a wind alchemist in the sky. The roots of a tree could attack from any and all directions. Also that wasn't all he had. He could feel a new power begin to manifest inside of him. Nature was beginning to bless him with more and more powers it seemed the more he killed the creatures that plagued it.
"As to what you said earlier. What did the pot call the kettle?"
Shiro Neil Lupas - January 30, 2009 01:05 AM (GMT)
After traversing many beaten pathway he had finally found it. According to rumor the church had passageways leading down miles underneath the surface home to many a demon, from the first whispers to some of the more bold taunts towards cowardly children Grumph had taken a keen interest. If one was to make a living as a singer of lore what better a way to make a discovery than go looking yourself.
Much quicker than expected the boy had already found his way into the lower tunnels and could see the changes from the structure above and these passages. Further and further down he went with still no sign of much beyond your average creepy vibe when the scent hit him hard enough to release a gasp of breath. Instantly he was drawn back to the bygone days of when he was one the battle field, still an infant, and the stench of rot and death was plentiful.
Not wanting to give up the boy began a hum, one of the many chants den-mother had taught his as an infant, starting softly and raising in time to the unsung lyrics. Not too much longer and the source of the stench was tread upon. A relatively open path littered with the bodies of demons... What was left of them really, it seemed as though some of them were torn to shreds while others had blood flowing from seemingly fresh wounds.
"Oh you's done it t'is time Grumphie, we goin'ta makes a good one out of this." Even as the words escaped to the musky air he had instinctively checked to ensure spear was firmly in place should there be need of combat. Pulling sticks from within his vest and small drum at his left hip the melody of a steady thump was added to his wordless chant...
Kit - March 8, 2009 08:58 PM (GMT)
Narrowing his eyes in response to the Elfs musing Adrick turned his head and began to make his way down towards the tunnel where the demons had appeared to have emerged from. He could sense a phychic presence deep within the structure. A decent opponent for him. He would let the elf help him but he would make sure that once the Elf was alone with him and his prey the Elf would assist him but Adrick would have the final blow and carry the throphy
Your hunt? Your prey. No. A hunt is only a hunt once it is completed. We'll see whose hunt it is.
Are you coming or not. Time is a wasting and I'd prefere not to spend anymore time with you then needed.
Having said his statements with his back turned he didn't wait for the elf to follow him. If the man wanted to banter words then he'd have to stop wasting both of their time and continue with the process into the unknown. Who knows this might be fun