Anyone Order an Orc?

[-Classix]

Kull was bored...

So bored that it was almost tempting to let Arn do what ever menial task the darklord had sent the -good- lil soldier on. Though its was much more amusing to keep him locked away in the corner of the his own subconscious. His constant ranting and banging on the nonexistent walls inside of where ever their brain existed was 'hilarious'. Though even Kull started to lose interest in the Knights outdated vocabulary of swears. "Bah, so dull so boring! I feel like dismembering something! anything!" he complained swaying on the treebrach he had hoisted himself on. The perch was just overlooking a traveling road into the town of Moun. It was a small but populated place, just ripe for the ransacking. There were meatbags of all shapes and sizes even the occasional elfsnack tucked away somewhere.


Arn was generally against the killing of innocents that weren't obstructing his duties. Kull on the other hand loved to see mortals struggle. Killing, maiming, and mutilating was just a guilty pleasure. One he intended to immediately indulge. Kull don't deviate from Ezekiel's orders! Arn barked from his mental cage, unable to do anything as the chaotic-entity used his body like a personal puppet. "Kekekeke... you should be happy I allowed you to use it this long or have you forgotten why your lifeless corpse still moves." Kull commented out loud to Arn's -plea-. Bored with talking to -himself- Kull vaulted off the branch and onto the dirt road, nearly kocking over a traveling orc he hadn't noticed. The green fellow looked odd, but that didnt stop Kull from laughing and pointing his armored finger into its face to announce "Hello lunch!"

[-Lix]

Some dumbass creature had the nerve to run into me, causing me to lose balance and almost fall. "Watch where the hell you're..." but I never finished my sentence. The creature's appearance stole the words out of my mouth. An undead? Hm, never seen one of them before. I was too preoccupied with its presence that I almost missed its little remark.

"Lunch? Ha! An orc is not a very appetizing meal, trust me. However, there is a small group of humans down the path I'm sure you would enjoy." If this creature was trying to scare me, it was mistaken if it thought a meager encounter would frighten an orc. "Now, I have business to attend to, abomination, so leave me be. Unless you enjoy destruction and death of the 'innocent'."

[-Roush]

"Yet another village..."

Grokin downed his shot, lost in his thought. The large axe that hung on his back was attracting attention, if not for the sheer size of it then because of the dark dried blood that was caked onto the sides of the imposing weapon.

No one said a word to him, of course. Who would? The large half-elf half-troll's form was just as imposing as his weapon.

"So lost in their useless little lives, shackled by juxtapositions of morality, waiting to be freed. So many of them, to many... They poison this place with their presence."

Part of Grokin's belief system required the world population be no larger then 500,000,000, and it was certainly larger then that. Much larger. He would send the others to the Great Dragon as a sacrifice, creating a highway of souls for his deity to return on.

Of course he needed followers, other converts. But people were fools.

In a sudden move, he jumped back from the bar and spun his axe off of his back. With a powerful swing, he cleaved a couple that was sitting at a table behind him into pieces, sending heads and arms flying. People started to scream and run, but they were suddenly held in place, silenced by dark magic.

"There is a new world coming. The Great Dragon will return, but he requires sacrifices. Become my acolytes, or my sacrifices. Together, we will pave the way for the return of the true Dark God, weather you join me or not."

He raised his axe, pointing it towards a man standing close by, held in place by locks placed inside his mind.

"Will you cast aside the shackles of your previous life, and serve the true purpose of the Great Dragon? Will you live a life of pleasure, vice, and violence, seeking power and sending those who don't to their graves?"

The man could speak again, though it took him a second to get his words out through the fear that clogged his brain.
"N-n-no! Never!"

A beam of dark energy appeared behind him, suddenly thrusting through his heart. As the man coughed and choked on his own blood, the dark lance disappeared, dropping him into a pool of his own filth.

"Then you will pave that way for others."

He turned to a young girl nearby.
"What of you? Will you join me?"

She was afraid, to say the least. No older then 15 or 16.
"Y-yes. I will. Just please don't kill me."

His gaze softened as she accepted his offer, however reluctantly.

He threw her a small dagger.

"Kill her."

A barmaid walked in front of her, her body no longer under her own control.

The young girl was afraid, and now in shock. Tears streamed down her face.
"Please, no! Don't make me d-do this!"

"The first step is always frightening, child. But after you step into this life, you will not regret it."

His words rang through her brain, which was suddenly cleared of emotion. Why shouldn't she live for herself? Her entire life, she had been bound by rules, overbearing parents, jerk bosses... This was her chance to become empowered.

The Dark Magic swirled in her mind, manipulating just enough to give her the reasoning and justification to the darkest parts of her being. He operated like this so that they would know that they made the decision, and would never turn back like they would through outright full manipulation.

She plunged the dagger into the barmaid's stomach. The young girl was sprayed in blood as her victim coughed up blood and collapsed into a pile at her feet. She shook as she looked in shock at what she had done. All the dark magic left her reasoning, and she fell to her knees.

With a smile on his face, he turned to another man in the bar.

"What about you?"

[-Calignious]

All of the people seemed to be terrified at the bloody corpse now lying in a heap of the bar floor. Customers ran out of the building, but even more found themselves frozen in fear. However, one remained neither shocked, nor afraid. He sat on a stool with a filled mug of ale, only staring into his drink. The alcohol is what kept him at bay up until now, but the annoying sobs started to bother him.

Anger started to reside on his face, and his shoulders started to shake. It was as if he was almost resisting an impending attack. "Just shut the fuck up.... she's dead.. you killed her. She won't come back... shut up!"

The man's eyes narrows at his drink, he looked as if he was about to explode. "I want them all to burn.. wouldn't that be nice? Blowing up this village will be fun... and just imagine the show! The light! The dead! The smell!"

-"What about you?"-

A single visible eye wandered to the questioning troll. Sweat dripped down from the drow's eyebrows, and his pupils grew large and awkward. He was now grunting; not with fear, but with excitement! The purple cross-shaped scare over his right eye now became visible as his head turned, and his long black coat began to shake uncontrollably.

His hand now released the surface of his mug, and was quickly balling up into a tense and shaking fist. Django felt the sweat in between each joint in his hand, and the veins on his forehead where pulsating with blood. Heat was being generated inside the balled up fist.

His words first came out soft and restrained, "Shut......", but then the flames inside of his voice was completely released all at once.

"Up!!!!!!!!!"

In one swift motion, his fist came down hard on to the tabletop wood of the bar. The pent up heat energy was immediately unleashed from the palm of his hand and he let his energy flow directly outwards in the form of fire. With a wave of manipulation the fire quickly exploded outwards from where Django was, so quick that almost all of the room was engulfed. The oxygen swirled, almost at the same time. Thus creating a whirlwind of fire with the drow at its center. The walls of fire expanded to the point that it reached both far walls of the building, and then suddenly dissipated.

As a result the walls in all directions where incinerated or blown away by the strength of the wind. Anyone caught inside of the bar would have perished instantly if they didn't defend against the attack.

[-Classix]

He stared at the Orc rather vexed.

Not sure what to say. The creature certainly said he didn't taste very good and well Kull had never had Orc before. As the saying went you are what you eat so it only made sense the green skinned meatbag knew what he tasted like. Still Kull thought about it placing the gauntlet against the tip of his helmet in a thinker pose. It was a awkward 10 second wait before he responded. "I guess you are right, It would be a shame to spoil my appetite" he spoke truthfuly deciding to spare the orc for now. Though he was still curious if Orcs were as gamey as trolls, he knew a method to soften the meat if that was the case. Worst came to worse he could always hunt him down later if he was still hungry.


Though it was said that the orc certainly was interesting in his own manner. The creature didn't scream then run off in the opposite dirrection like most meatbags he met. "Now, I have business to attend to, abomination, so leave me be. Unless you enjoy destruction and death of the -innocent-" the Orc said obviously not knowing Kull. He ignored the abomination insult. If anything he took it as a heartfelt compliment. Sliding a unwanted arm around the shoulder of the Orc and joining him he grinned inwardly as he gleefully said "Your the first meatbag to ask me that, I think I'll like you."


He forcefully pulled the Orc in a fake embrace. Before the Orc could offer up a struggle, there was the sound of an explosion echoing from the town ahead. Followed by a ominous black smoke that rose slowly. Awkwardly Kull still clung to the Orc before turning back to the green fellow "I don't suppose that was your doing..."

[-Lix]

What the hell? "Get off me, hideous freak!" I pushed the zombie away, though it kept a strong grip against me. "Only one person in the world has the right to touch me in such a way!" My anger soon dissipated, and my mind finally processed what had happened in the distance.

"I've nothing to do with that..."though I bet whoever caused the disturbance would be a great ally to have. I started to walk towards the smoke, oblivious to the zombie's presence. I wanted nothing to do with the foul creature, and I had hoped he took the hint when I simply walked away. Some beings should not exist in this world....

Within no time at all, I had reached the area where the smoke was coming from. A tavern revealed itself, with smoke rising out of it from all areas. The smoke had a scent of flesh as well as wood. I wanted to walk inside to see what, or who, had caused it, but I was not stupid. It could easily be someone that would kill me just for seeing me.

I decided to wait outside. I leaned against a nearby tree, staring at the door, waiting for something to walk out of the building.

[-Roush]

The first thought that went through his mind as the sudden explosion rocked the small building was saving his latest acolyte.

As dull white bones grew from his skin, encasing his body in what would amount to a set of demonic bone-plate armor, he jumped back and wrapped his arms around the young girl. Using his dark powers to influence her mind, he let her know that he would always protect her. Underneath her, a Dark Portal opened, allowing her to fall through to a safer place, where she would wait for him and any other followers he'd acquire.

He turned around, grabbing his axe again. His now-glowing eyes illuminated the eye sockets in the bone helmet that covered his head.

"You shall be nothing more then a steeping stone. Today, the Dragon will feast on your soul."

Two ghostly demonic spirits rose from the ground. Named Horror and Sickness, Grokin knew them well. Blood dripped from his arms as the two wounds that had opened up on the undersides of his forearms were quickly closing up. The Disease and Madness would strike his opponent then, just as the demons spiraled around him, one pounding into his chest and the other disappearing into his cranium. His worst fear was made real, though only in his mind as Horror began to play in it like a it was a playground. It would clog his senses, making it difficult to avoid the following attack.

Darkness suddenly exploded in every direction from the body of the Dark Elf-Troll hybrid. He moved across the bar, his axe swiping across what would be the other man's chest, aiming to cleave him in half. The explosion of air coming off of Grokin's axe would rip the man to pieces if it actually sliced into the body.


OOC:
Combat Caster makes Madness last 2 posts, so plan accordingly. Darkness has 10 posts instead of 5. Disease is functioning at double power, being casted with the Skull Ring's assistance. The demons are just a stylized version of the spells, still just as unavoidable as ever.

[-Calignious]

The black smoke was building up in the sky, and small fires spread across the rubble of the once popular bar. There at the same spot, stood Django his lips where curled into a devilish smile. He looked satisfied rather than surprised. He got to release the pent up tension he felt inside of him, and now this guy was definitely strong enough to fight him.

His body was covered in some dark and eerie bone armor. The armor had to be strong, for it was able to stop his cyclone of fire quite easily. The alchemist stared at him, with the smile still carved on his face, however he won't be smiling for long.

The dark mage was quick to counter-attack, demons where being summoned and sucked into the alchemist's body. He didn't understand was going on, and confusion quickly plagued his visage.

"What the fuck was that!"

He quickly shouted, but then his vision started to distort, as if he was no longer on this planet. There was some sort of weird feeling that swept through his body. He automatically became afraid. It had been a long time since he felt the sensation, and he was forced to relive his past.

In front of him, the appearance of his opponent was shifting. Clothing, race, personality, everything was being morphed into him. There was no mistaking it, the confused alchemist felt like a child again. He felt weak and inferior, but most of all he felt fear. The man's new appearance alone forced his eyes to widen, adrenaline started to kick in and he was sweating bullets.

Darkness embedded the environment, however he could still see the image of the man. He was holding a small dagger, which glowed with an almost impossible shine. The hybrid dark elf was able to see his own reflection, he was able to see fear. For many years he saw it in the eyes of his victims, but now he was the victim.

The man slowly moved one step at a time, to the now nearly frozen alchemist. He collapsed into a coughing fit, and fluids began to flow out from his face and on to the ground. A mixture of blood and tears created a puddle, as he felt sick to his stomach. The man stepped nearer now, his face remained hidden by the darkness, but his smile was still visible. It was a smile that Django never forgot, and he was re-living the worst day of his life. From the man's feet, blood began to flow from some sort of unknown source, it slowly oozed to Django - and he fell back on to his back.

The man reached out, moving the dagger into Django's forehead. Then forcing it down on to his flesh slowly. The alchemist twitched and screamed at the pain as if it was real, and then the man continued to bring the dagger down over his eye, symmetrically splitting it in half.

"No... NO.... it hurts - STOP IT!" He was now screaming out loud. "NO, LEAVE ME ALONE!"

He started to focus now. The image of the man and the dagger wouldn't go away. Django couldn't stand lying there idly to die in the conscious of his own mind. He felt as if he was really going to be killed, and the stress was becoming overwhelming. Although he was afraid, he lost complete control of his body - to the point where it was acting completely on instinct.

At this point his opponent was charging in with his large axe, but the dark elf hybrid himself was unable to see him - instead he continued to yell at the illusion.

"GET AWAY! GET AWAY!"

He started to send random blasts of wind at all different directions, intended to blow the man from his past away. "LEAAAVE!" The wind surged all around his body now, exploding outwards with random direction.

It didn't effect the man splitting his skin. When the vertical line was made, he licked the blood form his dagger, and continued to move and make a horizontal line perpendicular to the first. Django was now holding his eye.

"I won't let you!"

As the dagger got close, he pushed away and stood up from the ground. The fear was starting to subside a bit - and he leaped into the air allowing himself to float upwards by manipulation, but the man just kept following.

((OOC: Not sure if anyone can move while in madness or anything - but I'm assuming I can. To clear up any confusion, what Django is doing is happening physically in the real world as he's trying to get away from his eye being split again. So he randomly sent out surges of wind, grabbed his eye, screamed at nothing, and flew up in the air.))

[-Classix]

"Get off me, hideous freak!" Kull allowed the Orc to break away and walk ahead of him, it seemed much more fun to follow in the green ones footstep's as Arn bickered about in his skull. Or rather it was Arn's skull, but Kull was the one currently in charge. [orange=color]Have you no shame! we don't have time for you to simply indulge yourself in blood shed you vile creature![/color] Arn bickered about. Kull smiled under the closure of his helm before replying internally Shame? morals? ethics? I have no need of those human weight stones. I exist for myself I am bound by no mortal or immortal being. But I will not be judged by a mere vessel either... he threaten to Arn.

The walk into Moun was dull, there was no crowd of onlookers to kill or people running and screaming for their lives. Kull felt inclined to teach the cause of the disturbance a thing or two about how to ransack a town -properly-. He could only assume that it was the blob of darkness enclosing the scene of disaster. A finger tapped at his helm slightly as he thought over what to do... what to do indeed. Whomever they were it was clearly either ignoring or unaware of the presence of Kull and 'Lunch' and that was inexcusably rude. "I feel bit annoyed someone started a killing spree and I wasn't invited, what about you Lunch?" Kull said to the green one, he wasn't sure what its name was so he found Lunch was suitable alteration.

Whomever was hidign in that damned darkness was about to pay an arm and a leg for ruining Kulls day out in town. Though he would only take them one at a time to prolong their sufferance. A dark haze suddenly dispensed off of Kulls figure, it was like a mist of angry insects inflicting everyone who breathed in the substance to suddenly develop an case of illness. The mist swirled into the broken down tavern and surrounded the blackness before plunging into its depths. Sure to infect whomever it would come into contact with, unless they could counter the miasma of the spell.

It was then Kull suddenly realized a slight miscalculation, Lunch had also mistakenly been inflicted... "Hrm..." he mulled over, wondering if he should just leave it be or help the orc out. Since he was invited by the creature it would be a shameful to let him die. While Arn continued to bark from his cage about honor in the battlefield and some ridiculous prattle. It didn't make much difference to Kull in the least but he did decide to cure Lunch.

Without even explaining himself the undead walked over to the inflicted orc and placed an unwelcome hand on his shoulder. Then he began to pull out the sickness from the unaware orc it was as if a heavy weight had been lifted off the green meatbag. That supressive force manifested into a black squirming and wiggling blackness in the undead's grasp, the gauntlet closed done and the blackness disappeared with a tiny shadowy implosion "Almost forgot you were there hahaha!" Kull said laughing as if it weren't a life threatening issue. The tree the orc was leaning against gradually began to wither away.



(OCC: Kull sent in a mass disease to everyone around him, then dispelled it off of the green one. Because Orc's are more interesting to him then the rest of you. Other then that, no one can really see Roushe's guy or the flying explosives man.


-Off topic Roush disease is not an auto hit it has to be manifested in some type of manner. Like for instance my disease spell is a mist so air alchemists can blow it away while fire mages could burn it. Your demon could have been blown away or sliced in half- ect ect. Any spell that can do damage for the most part can not or shouldn't be auto hitable. Though its a bit to late I think he already mentioned it hitting him.

Disease lasts even past topics untill the target it dead/dispelled so it makes sense that it cannot be an auto hit. If I'm wrong then I guess you will also die even if you kill us all, unless you find a willing cleric in time.

Madness on the other hand is a auto-hit.)

[-Maenth]

I'm removing myself from this topic. Ignore this post.

[-Roush]

OOC:
Spells are versatile. Disease can be AOE, I've even seen Cure used as an AOE attack against an undead. It does take more energy, obviously. I pmed Lix, I have permission to post.


IC:
The blades of air glanced off of his armor, carving small slits into it. His strike missed, slamming into what was left of the wooden bar, demolishing it even further.

People were entering the area... Even another Dark Mage. The vile nature of the pestilent spell that was creeping towards Grokin was not lost on him, and he would make sure that it would never touch him. Under cover of darkness, unseen by all but the Elf who had blown up the bar, he leaped over the counter and quietly exited the back of the almost-destroyed building. The bone armor shrunk back into his skin, as he manipulated the minds of the people gathering around the back to not notice him.

Ducking behind another alleyway a few houses down, he manipulated another woman to come meet him.

His fangs sank into her willing neck, and as her blood filled his mouth and slid around his fangs and down his throat he felt invigorated. The wounds finished closing on his arms, and after he bled her dry he threw her to the side.

He would wait an see what became of the situation;
A Dark Elf going crazy in a bar he just blew up, and a few men who wished to pick a fight with such a man. Would they believe someone else had even been present? Probably not. His current display of madness would further lower his credibility; not that he had many people skills to begin with.

But he could do a bit better then that, couldn't he?

The town guards ran around the corner, and Grokin planted a single thought in each of their minds: this man was guilty of mindlessly murdering dozens of citizens. The charred bodies of familiar faces proved it. They drew their swords, running around both sides of the two men standing outside the bar, shouting at levitating elf. Others aimed arrows, letting them fly towards the temporarily insane air alchemist.

With that, he turned and walked out of the city, a sly grin across his face. He would let the other combatants sort it out...


OOC:
Grokin out.