Dalamus Ulom
Orzhov Advokist
Before either Aizen or Lanister could get any closer to the Bakeneko, five blood red creatures would exit a nearby building.
Covered in horns and spikes and claws, with cloven hooves for feet and mouths that leeked the blood of their victims as their disgustingly long tongues would slitheringly slide out from between their fangs, fully exposed for all to see by their lipless mouths. They all wielded wickedly gruesome, partly serrated blades that would seem to also eschew blood, from it's fuller, and released flames that formed into screaming faces from the blades edges. Bloodletters of The Bloody Saint, Khorne.
The lead demon would point a clawed finger at master and apprentice, turning it's head to jabber at the other four in a disturbing, grating language. After a few moments, they would begin towards the prince and the assassins.
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Yoren laughed at Lance's comment. "These vermin are better for target practice than wasting your energy slashing them to pieces." he said, shooting a ball through another imp's head, which would pass through another two imps before lodging itself into a third's skull.
As he began collecting his pistols from the ground, he heard Edwin shout something about a cat... Eyes widening with realization, he would whirl around, and begin shooting at what was clearly a Bakeneko, but the little cat demon was to fast. He knew that turning the princess into a gods damned mouse was a horrible idea. Before he could leave to give chase, he would hear the king of North Yunakai's statements.
Suddenly, a musket ball would fly by the mans ear, so close that it popped the kings eardrum. Yoren had, quite clearly, had enough of this man. "That girl is not only the princess of your fellow nation, but is also one of your closest allies. If she were to die, not only would you have the fools to your south, but also the rage of all the Rose Kingdom, and mayhaps that of Bathelon as well upon you for allowing her to die by the hands of highly intelligent summoned demon, who without a doubt captured her for a purpose, more than likely for it's master to use in a ceremony. And we will stop it before it comes to her being harmed."
"Now, please remove your gods forsaken ass from where you've planted it and aid us in the princesses rescue from these demons. If you refuse to do so, then you can always take that pretty sword of yours and shove it through your own gut, for you will die no matter what if you do not aid us. Better to kill yourself now before your own people decide to rip you apart with their bare hands even while yoi still breath, for that is the fate of tyrants such as yourself."
"And you, you will come with me. Now," Yoren commanded the knight, seemingly growing even taller, and casting a looming shadow over Edwin. After a moment, Yoren would walk away, towards the town. He did not look back to see if the knight listened.
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As the bakeneko would rach the cave, a large, tree like demon would exit the cave.
It would be leaking embers from it's face and the hundreds of holes covering it in a patchwork manner, as if it was filled with a roaring flame. When the werewolf got close enough, the demon would attempt to spray it with flames from it's mouth that would launch towards the beasrly prince.
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The two adventurers would nodat Natha's statement. "We're not exactly sure, ma'am. More than likely, they've been corrupted by Quezor already. But if we're lucky, they're still fighting each other. That'd make our job far easier," The knight would tell Maeve, before he and his daughter would pick up their packs, and begin heading towards the docks. "It is faster for us to take a ship across the bay than to go around it. We've already chartered a mud-skipper to get us as close as possible to Traghad without any automatons activating. The trip by boat should only take about a half hour, perhaps longer if the weather turns bad."
The term Mud-skipper was mostly used in refference to proffessional swamp navigators, normally using galley's or some other light craft to easily navigate the shallow water. The area coastal area around Traghad had slowly begun to devolve into a massive marshland, filled with insects, frogs, and alligators.
Louise would blush lightly upon Natha's compliment of her skills. "Thank you, sir. My mother taught me everything I know about archery. She was always good with her eyes," She would tell the prince. She would be rather surprised by the prince handing her his bow. "Oh, don't worry about me, sir. I've gone up against demons before. My bow itself isn't magical, but I don't need it to be. That's what the arrows are for. They've all been concecrated by a priest of St. Damocles, you see. One of these between a demons eyes, and it turns into a pile of gore and black blood. For the little ones, anyway," The young huntress explained to him.
St. Damocles was a well regarded deity, and known as the Patron Saint of Adventurers and Monster-Hunters. He was an Alethean that had aided in his county's defense against the raid demons, and after the raising of that paradise, would go on to become one of the first truly famous adventurer, and thus would cement himself into the common folks hearts and minds.
After a minute, they would reach the villages docks. There, a rather large dinghy sat at rest, with a rather uniquely dressed man. Covered in several tattoos, his clothes were died at least a dozen colors, checkered and striped. He was quite clearly a Balsearph, a people who lived in caravans near the lands near the country of Bathelon, ruled by a mad clown king calling himself The Momus.
Only a few generations ago, they had been regularly kidnapped by slavers to be sold in the black markets of Bathelon, before that nation had cracked down on such trade. This left many people knowing almost nothing in the ways of their culture or language without somewhere to go. These 'freed-men' often became butlers and cleaners in Bathelon, or fled with caravans, and even more took jobs on ships, as cabin boys or galley men or anything else they could get. To this day, many of homes of Bathelon's richest are cleaned by Balsearph hands.
"Traghad, friend. And as fast as possible, if you could," Edward would say, handing the man a small sack of gold. Opening it, the Balsearph would pull out a gold coin a bite down. Satisfied with the payment, he would ready himself to leave as Edward and Louise would climb aboard.
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The demon was, saddly, not smart enough to fully comprehend Ferris' statements, but would still seem to take offense to them, before it would trumpet in pain at the blade pierceing it's flesh. After a moment, the blade would seemingly push itself out of the demon's arm, as it would appear to laugh at Ferris. . . until the slight towards Arawn. Roaring with furry, it would charge at her, extending it's blade like arms to the side and extending it's neck out in order to capture it's prey.
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Falamar was a bit suprised when the man whom he thought was the help turned out to be the king. "Well then, this is rather uncomfortable. But it is certainly a nice suprise." Falamar chuckled lightly. "I offer neither your kin, nor your people any harm,"
Falamar would do a far lighter bow than earlier, before stepping inside, followed by one of his men, a woman, in fact, while the other two would wait outside. "And I would hope that you do not offer my own kin or people any harm in return," he would state, as was required of him in that exchange. "Guthar? The name sounds familiar, but I can't place it," Falamar stated, scratching his head slightly. As he did, he noticed the woman scuttle around them, and cling to the king. The royal consort, it would seem. Or mayhaps the queen, for all he knew. Bloodlines and kingships were weird. For all he knew, she was just a very touchy-feely servent.
The female crewman would hang out near the back of the group, until she noticed the oddly dressed doctor waiting. "Greetings." She would say, walking up to him nonchalantly.
She was a smallish woman, about 5'4, thin, and not to hard on the eyes. Body toned and muscled, and armored in some sort of chitinous material and boiled leather, with a gladius styled sword on her waist. "Panlupan," she introduced herself bluntley. Obviously, she wasn't much of a diplomat, appearing to be better at ease at sea than here in this beautiful manor on the shore.
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Covered in horns and spikes and claws, with cloven hooves for feet and mouths that leeked the blood of their victims as their disgustingly long tongues would slitheringly slide out from between their fangs, fully exposed for all to see by their lipless mouths. They all wielded wickedly gruesome, partly serrated blades that would seem to also eschew blood, from it's fuller, and released flames that formed into screaming faces from the blades edges. Bloodletters of The Bloody Saint, Khorne.
The lead demon would point a clawed finger at master and apprentice, turning it's head to jabber at the other four in a disturbing, grating language. After a few moments, they would begin towards the prince and the assassins.
° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° °
Yoren laughed at Lance's comment. "These vermin are better for target practice than wasting your energy slashing them to pieces." he said, shooting a ball through another imp's head, which would pass through another two imps before lodging itself into a third's skull.
As he began collecting his pistols from the ground, he heard Edwin shout something about a cat... Eyes widening with realization, he would whirl around, and begin shooting at what was clearly a Bakeneko, but the little cat demon was to fast. He knew that turning the princess into a gods damned mouse was a horrible idea. Before he could leave to give chase, he would hear the king of North Yunakai's statements.
Suddenly, a musket ball would fly by the mans ear, so close that it popped the kings eardrum. Yoren had, quite clearly, had enough of this man. "That girl is not only the princess of your fellow nation, but is also one of your closest allies. If she were to die, not only would you have the fools to your south, but also the rage of all the Rose Kingdom, and mayhaps that of Bathelon as well upon you for allowing her to die by the hands of highly intelligent summoned demon, who without a doubt captured her for a purpose, more than likely for it's master to use in a ceremony. And we will stop it before it comes to her being harmed."
"Now, please remove your gods forsaken ass from where you've planted it and aid us in the princesses rescue from these demons. If you refuse to do so, then you can always take that pretty sword of yours and shove it through your own gut, for you will die no matter what if you do not aid us. Better to kill yourself now before your own people decide to rip you apart with their bare hands even while yoi still breath, for that is the fate of tyrants such as yourself."
"And you, you will come with me. Now," Yoren commanded the knight, seemingly growing even taller, and casting a looming shadow over Edwin. After a moment, Yoren would walk away, towards the town. He did not look back to see if the knight listened.
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As the bakeneko would rach the cave, a large, tree like demon would exit the cave.
It would be leaking embers from it's face and the hundreds of holes covering it in a patchwork manner, as if it was filled with a roaring flame. When the werewolf got close enough, the demon would attempt to spray it with flames from it's mouth that would launch towards the beasrly prince.
@Enuky @Trombone Geek @Inheritance @DemetrioMachete @Andraus
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The two adventurers would nodat Natha's statement. "We're not exactly sure, ma'am. More than likely, they've been corrupted by Quezor already. But if we're lucky, they're still fighting each other. That'd make our job far easier," The knight would tell Maeve, before he and his daughter would pick up their packs, and begin heading towards the docks. "It is faster for us to take a ship across the bay than to go around it. We've already chartered a mud-skipper to get us as close as possible to Traghad without any automatons activating. The trip by boat should only take about a half hour, perhaps longer if the weather turns bad."
The term Mud-skipper was mostly used in refference to proffessional swamp navigators, normally using galley's or some other light craft to easily navigate the shallow water. The area coastal area around Traghad had slowly begun to devolve into a massive marshland, filled with insects, frogs, and alligators.
Louise would blush lightly upon Natha's compliment of her skills. "Thank you, sir. My mother taught me everything I know about archery. She was always good with her eyes," She would tell the prince. She would be rather surprised by the prince handing her his bow. "Oh, don't worry about me, sir. I've gone up against demons before. My bow itself isn't magical, but I don't need it to be. That's what the arrows are for. They've all been concecrated by a priest of St. Damocles, you see. One of these between a demons eyes, and it turns into a pile of gore and black blood. For the little ones, anyway," The young huntress explained to him.
St. Damocles was a well regarded deity, and known as the Patron Saint of Adventurers and Monster-Hunters. He was an Alethean that had aided in his county's defense against the raid demons, and after the raising of that paradise, would go on to become one of the first truly famous adventurer, and thus would cement himself into the common folks hearts and minds.
After a minute, they would reach the villages docks. There, a rather large dinghy sat at rest, with a rather uniquely dressed man. Covered in several tattoos, his clothes were died at least a dozen colors, checkered and striped. He was quite clearly a Balsearph, a people who lived in caravans near the lands near the country of Bathelon, ruled by a mad clown king calling himself The Momus.
Only a few generations ago, they had been regularly kidnapped by slavers to be sold in the black markets of Bathelon, before that nation had cracked down on such trade. This left many people knowing almost nothing in the ways of their culture or language without somewhere to go. These 'freed-men' often became butlers and cleaners in Bathelon, or fled with caravans, and even more took jobs on ships, as cabin boys or galley men or anything else they could get. To this day, many of homes of Bathelon's richest are cleaned by Balsearph hands.
"Traghad, friend. And as fast as possible, if you could," Edward would say, handing the man a small sack of gold. Opening it, the Balsearph would pull out a gold coin a bite down. Satisfied with the payment, he would ready himself to leave as Edward and Louise would climb aboard.
@Andraus @Trombone Geek
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The demon was, saddly, not smart enough to fully comprehend Ferris' statements, but would still seem to take offense to them, before it would trumpet in pain at the blade pierceing it's flesh. After a moment, the blade would seemingly push itself out of the demon's arm, as it would appear to laugh at Ferris. . . until the slight towards Arawn. Roaring with furry, it would charge at her, extending it's blade like arms to the side and extending it's neck out in order to capture it's prey.
@Trombone Geek
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Falamar was a bit suprised when the man whom he thought was the help turned out to be the king. "Well then, this is rather uncomfortable. But it is certainly a nice suprise." Falamar chuckled lightly. "I offer neither your kin, nor your people any harm,"
Falamar would do a far lighter bow than earlier, before stepping inside, followed by one of his men, a woman, in fact, while the other two would wait outside. "And I would hope that you do not offer my own kin or people any harm in return," he would state, as was required of him in that exchange. "Guthar? The name sounds familiar, but I can't place it," Falamar stated, scratching his head slightly. As he did, he noticed the woman scuttle around them, and cling to the king. The royal consort, it would seem. Or mayhaps the queen, for all he knew. Bloodlines and kingships were weird. For all he knew, she was just a very touchy-feely servent.
The female crewman would hang out near the back of the group, until she noticed the oddly dressed doctor waiting. "Greetings." She would say, walking up to him nonchalantly.
She was a smallish woman, about 5'4, thin, and not to hard on the eyes. Body toned and muscled, and armored in some sort of chitinous material and boiled leather, with a gladius styled sword on her waist. "Panlupan," she introduced herself bluntley. Obviously, she wasn't much of a diplomat, appearing to be better at ease at sea than here in this beautiful manor on the shore.
@Andraus @Enuky @DemetrioMachete
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