Lacardis Prime :- Twisted Woods : – Scorpion Smash!
Writers : DrakonMacar, LoreleiRoseCarrendar (CharlotteCarrendar), SirNeroBanpaiyo & StrifeAgonyDaemon
SirNeroBanpaiyo: “Alright, Mr Uriel. You’re free to go, the small injuries are cured.” The aged man spoke, his white hair flowing over his face as he held the little form, signing it’s bottom, the man immediately walked away, grabbing his labcoat as he exited the hut. Uriel sat up, cracking his neck to the side. Uriel doesn’t always get involved with shootouts, but when he does; he gets shot on his shoulder. While not a very hostile man, he knew when it was time for hostility. Last night was a time for hostility when four men holding…guns? Started to shoot at them. Thankfully, Uriel charged in to take out two out, the other two however got a shot at him. But it wasn’t fatal or anything. It was a nuisance. Uriel was healthy now however. So he stood, stretching his arms. Uriel walked towards the night stand, grabbing his sword and placing it on his waist, before he equipped himself with both of his gloves, stepping in his combat boots and his black coat, Uriel then headed to the outside, strolling towards Lorelei’s place. He saw people glaring at him, and some around the main hall. Guards were deployed, holding maces and so. Questioning villagers, but Uriel kept on walking till he finally reached the doors of Lorelei’s house. He pushed it open and walked in before turning to each side yelling “Lore! You ain’t dead, right?”
LoreleiRoseCarrendar: – Lorelei was washing her hair in a basin just out on the landing of her stone and timber dwelling, and on hearing the shout of her brother, she ripped her head back. Her flaming red locks, famous in these parts, flew back, spraying the wall with water. (Lorelei)”I’m fine. Just washing my hair, be down in a second.”- She snatched a towel that was hanging on the door handle and whipped it around her wet hair, twisting it so to absorb the excess moisture. Without a care, she stomped down the stairs to the front of her dwelling, rubbing the towel on her head, as she gazed at Uriel with one eye open. (Lorelei)”You should know by now, I have no plans on dying this week. Got a hunt on, hate to miss that.” -she chortled. “You seem alright. No holes other than the ones the creator gave you?”-
SirNeroBanpaiyo: Uriel chuckled when he heard her speak. He grabbed his sword and placed it over his shoulder, waiting for her to come down, while in his position, a piece of gold dropped. He immediately knelt and picked it up, but the moment he stood up, he saw Lorelei’s hourglass body. He threw his hand back, bumping down the couch and sitting back down before groaning “God damn it Lorelei, go put some clothes on.! I don’t fancy seeing you and your pussy hanging around!: Uriel turned around, shaking his head at the sight before he finally spoke “Lorelei, any ideas on who the fuck those people are?” Uriel tapped down the desk, before deciding to swallow his pride, he immediately turned around, in frustration to face Lorelei’s naked form “Sis, please..clothes.” Shivering, he immediately walked to the nightstand, opening and drawing a pair of cotton shirt and cotton shorts, chucking it at her.
LoreleiRoseCarrendar: – Lorelei glanced down at her form and shrugged. (Lorelei)”You never complained about seeing a naked woman before. But suit yourself.”- she caught the clothes effortlessly, and tossed the wet towel behind her, throwing on the cotton shirt, and then one leg at a time, stepping into the cotton shorts. (Lorelei)”If your asking me who those people were, I wouldn’t have a clue. Mercernaries most likely. Maybe my head is worth a bob to some king. Like to have it on a spike in his grand hall. Well fuck that, I am not dying just yet.”- She reached for her ivory comb and started combing it through her hair, before snatching up a leather tie, and fixing her hair up into a ponytail. -
StrifeAgonyDaemon: ::Zykiel again was traveling the country side looking for yet another empire to offer his temporary services too. He had killed so many, innocent or guilty, he didnt care, He just wanted blood. He wanted war, the rage inside him would only quail with the death of men. But he had three urges within him. His primal which made him hunger for war. Nira, a spirit of a goddess who drove him towards something he craved, maybe family?, and one who he could not understand that was stronger than the other two, one who saved him when he nearly died, one who wanted him to search for a stronger entity. He mind and soul were trapped between four beings at any time. He fought for control of it. He wondered how he kept sanity for over 16,000 years. (Strife’s old character Zykiel has amnesia because the entity Niira within him makes him forget. The current strife only has Azrael within him.Bfore there wer three otheres) He walks into a village somewhere he doesnt care to know. He just came for work. He craved meaning. He walked in as many of the townspeople began to stare. A couple screamed and yelled ‘Whittened Phantom’ his name he was given because he killed without mercy for what he called justice. He hated humans and other beings for killing his people. He sat in the town center as he watched people run away from him as he sighed. A couple of guards attempted to come near him. He gave them a look and they fled as well.::
SirNeroBanpaiyo: Uriel brushed his hair backwards, listening to Lorelei. He wanted to know who placed a bounty against his or Lorelei’s head, probably Lorelei. He wasn’t as important as the Prime Minister. But for Satan’s sake, why the hell did they do that? And on a rural area…unless of course they weren’t mercenaries. Uriel was puzzled, before he finally spoke “Sis…didn’t one of the fag yelled “The Uprising Starts!” On the occasion? What could that possibly mean?” Uriel tapped his lips, before grabbing a random glass, making his way to the kitchen and pouring him a glass of water from the faucet of sort. Uriel slowly glared at the glass, as if saying “This shit better not be poisoned..” And he downed it. Meanwhile, at the guard’s tower. Two guards ran towards the tower, a huge man walked outside of the tower, wearing obsidian armor. Holding a huge battle ax at hand, the two guards panted before speaking. (Guard 1) “Sir Xenos, possible hostile at the town square! He glared at us!” (Guard Two) “I second what he said, Sir! Should we engage the hostile?” The man shook his head before speaking (Xenos) “Deploy with Squadron one. Take Five soldiers to Miss Carrendar’s house, and another five for the mayor, dismissed.” Xenos nodded at them both, grabbing his battleax as they ran away, to the watch tower, bringing five guards to travel into the City Hall. While Xenos walked into the room, grabbing a random man’s shoulders and speaking “deploy Squadron two, I’ll follow.” The man immediately ran off, talking to a handful of soldiers as Xenos turned away, making his way to the Prime Minister’s house.
LoreleiRoseCarrendar: – -Hearing Uriel getting himself a drink of water from her kitchen, she shrugged and strode to her closet, reefing back the doors, and thumbing through her racks of fight style costumes, mostly made from leather pelts sewn crudely together. Reaching in, she brought out a dark brown number with caramel coloured swatches, and patches. Not exactly high class wear for the Prime Minister, but this was the countryside, and you dressed for practicality not for style. Speaking up, as she started to step into the fight suit, she responded to his enquires of the uprising. (Lorelei)”Not a damn clue what those fags were on about. Uprising my ass. They have it damn good out in these parts, what with crop sales being up and the weapons traders doing a roaring trade with bows and swords. Seriously, if they think killing me is going to make their lives better, they got another thing coming. The house of Lords controls the public purse. I am merely the image on the face of the coins of gold they love so much. Whats the word? Figurehead. ” -
StrifeAgonyDaemon: ::Zykiel sighed as he pulled off his helm and threw it aside. His ran his hand through his hair waiting to be greeted. He didnt come to cause a fight. He only came to find meaning, to find work/ Yet another simple guard knew of his past. They had heard of him, the remaining asagardian siber elf out to avenge his fallen race and find the human who killed them. Then his inner primal began to act up, but Nira spoke in his head.:: (Nira) “Zykiel, quail thy urge for revenge, be at peace.” ::He calmed until nira and his primal were over taken by the new entity within him he didnt know. It began to throw fits of rage as its energy began to fight against nira and the primal.:: (Thing) “Uriel. He’s here! He know! he knows where I can find that wretched bitch Satan.” ::The thing quieted down as Nira managed to rake back control with the primal’s help.:: (Nira) “Lets hope he doesnt become rowdy again lest we cause commotion.” ::Zykiel sat in wait.::
SirNeroBanpaiyo: Uriel rolled his eyes at Lorelei before speaking “Lore, you’re the fucking Prime Minister. Figurehead or not, people look up at you, they love you. They see you as this…charismatic leader that is leading their nation to a bright future. And, if they take you out, the sons of bitches will probably be hunted down, killed. But the people will lose morale, how will they work? The economy will go down, people will be jobless…and, that’s about it my good sister, you’re more involved in this than you think.” Uriel placed the glass down, a knock on the door. Placing his index finger on his lip, he grabbed his sword and walked towards the door, before yanking it open and placing his sword on the figure’s neck. Thankfully, it didn’t touch him no nothing was harmed. The seven foot figure groaned and spoke (Xenos)“ I am Xenos Vandar. Head of this Village’s security, can you please let me in? I need to talk to the prime minister.” Uriel, still reluctant. Slowly placed his sword down, retreating back to Lorelei’s side when the man entered. Five other men walking behind him, holding spears and standing behind him. Xenos nodded and spoke “It’s perhaps, the time to leave. Miss Carrendar. After a meeting with the town’s mayor.” Meanwhile, the six other soldiers knocked at the door, waiting for the mayor to get out.
LoreleiRoseCarrendar:- Lorelei by now, was strapping on her sword belt, head down, tying it off, as the leather sheath smacked her thigh twice. She was still listening to what Uriel has to say, but, was it denial about how she viewed herself? Maybe. Down on the land, she felt free of the reigns of office. A chance to breathe. A chance to be just herself. Lore was not your prissy woman in big hoop skirts and those damn whale bone corsets, that cut a woman’s shape. No, she was more likely to bed down with her troops, and sleep on the floor, spend the night at some rowdy tavern, singing songs of old, than sit and do needle point, gossiping about which lady fair would be wed to the Lords of the provinces. (Lorelei)”Eh..maybe your right.”- She slipped on her boots one at a time, as there was a knock at the door. Uriel gestured for Lorelei to be quiet, as he reached for the hilt of his blade, and withdrew it with a quiet hush sound. Metal slicing out of its sheath, and quicker than you could blink, he pulled the door back and took the tip of his sword to the shocked man’s neck. (Xenos)“ I am Xenos Vandar. Head of this Village’s security, can you please let me in? I need to talk to the prime minister.” Lorelei leant to the right, to try and see past her brother, who was none too fussed. (Lorelei)”Gentlemen. Very well, let us be off and see the Mayor, I know my brother here has his own business dealings.”- She adjusted her belt, and as the men stood aside, she strode on past them, going down the stairs and out into the town proper, to make her way to the mayor’s office in the town hall. A rather grand building, carved into the hillside, the statues of the knights of the region, standing to attention, their faces carved showing defiance, much like their current leader. The mayor, Mayor Bussocks, was waiting on the steps, wringing his hands. (Mayor)”Ah…why…your alive, Prime Minister. Fancy that, heh.”- She raised an eyebrow sharply at his demeanour and body language. (Lorelei)”If I didn’t know better, Bertrand, I would say you were dissappointed by that fact, no?”
StrifeAgonyDaemon: ::He began to fidget wih his hands as he saw a woman adorned in armor depart from a house. He smile a bit as he guessed she was a leader of this place. He rose slowly and approached her oblivious of the guards around her and watching his every move. He kept srepping forward as inside him the thing kept trying to buck the more as he approached her. He suddenly fell on his knees thrashing and gritting his teeth not but ten feet from her as his eyes went white. Then in a low vice the thing spoke from his mouth:: (Thing) “I know you’re here Uriel!” ::The voice ceased as Nira and the primal subsided him once again and Zykiel stryggled to stand to his feet.::
SirNeroBanpaiyo: Uriel cracked his neck to the side when the men left, the bastards better not be some kidnapping team. While not that paranoid, Uriel felt something…odd, about this town. As if something was here that needed his attention. He walked towards the window, glaring at the men as they escorted Lorelei. When they were far, Uriel turned around ,adjusting his gloves and boots before happily going into the kitchen, Uriel grabbed a random kettle, filling it with water and placing it on the heating pad. All that time, Uriel was snooping around the house, examining the couches for no apparent reason. The kettle then honked, Uriel twisted on his leather boots, walking towards the kettle when he smelled something…odd. Uriel turned, collapsing onto the couch, he tried to make out the words he heard, and the person he smelled…It was a fallen angel, no doubt. He could smell the stench filled within the glorious aura of the angel, but not corrupted enough to be a demon. And the voice….It was Azrael’s, not that pure as he used to be, it was as if he….was trying to force himself out of something. Uriel closed his eyes, trying to speak to Azrael. Although it would only work if Azrael lets him. Standing up, he immediately pushed the door open, closing his eyes and outstretching his arms, with that gesture, crimson blood leather wings sprouted from his behind. And he took off, flying towards the direction of his scent. The moment he glared at the town square..he felt the stench of tainted Angel’s on to one creature, quickly falling to the ground. He immediately raised his arms and said “Azrael, why do you insist on summoning me, old friend?” At the town hall , Xenos crossed his arms. Glaring at the Prime Minister…. he didn’t know what she was doing here, but it added good leverage to his little plan.
LoreleiRoseCarrendar: – The Mayor coughed uneasily, raising his fist up to cover his mouth. Then he started to touch his face, as beads of persperation appeared. (Mayor Bussocks)”Dissappointed?..Oh god no. Blessed are you, Lady Carrendar. How on earth you got away unscathed from those dreaded gunmen, I will never know. But do …do come in and sit, we can discuss your requirements. I trust that you are enjoying your stay with us in this little hamlet of ours. I know that you have had your young sons here. Darling Venom and Hacker.” Lorelei folded her arms and corrected him sternly.- (Lorelei)”Thats Venor and Heksen. Really, you don’t seem to be on the ball as I would have hoped. And actually, I prefer to stand outside. Out in the open. Hate to be sitting in a dreary office on such a lovely day.”- She glanced back over her shoulder, towards the house, wondering what the devil was taking her adopted brother Uriel so long. Maybe he found her stash of erotic drawings in her chambers. Ah well, tis normal for men to take to themselves when a woman is scarce, and he had not yet gone to the whore house to sate his needs. Looking back at the Mayor, who appeared nervous and fidgety, she said. (Lorelei)”My Brother should be coming by shortly. And uhm….is it really necessary to have all the guards?”-
StrifeAgonyDaemon: ::He slowly got up as nira and the primal were bickering at each other as they tried to hold the thing back. Zykiel began to walk dizzily to where the woman went. He needed work. That was what was on his mind. But his body conflicted as it tried to take him to where the woman first came. Something was trying to call upon the thing within him. He fought as he stiffened and dragged each step towards the lady and her tropps to where she was currently resisting the urges of the thing as Nira and the primal fought against its will. He finally got behind the party where he fell with a thud and breathing hard reaching up and pulling on the womans boots as the guards looked at him yelling orders and such.:: (Zykiel) “please miss. give me work.. give me meaning….” ::He passed out.::
SirNeroBanpaiyo: Xenos raised an eyebrow at the mayor and the prime Minister, she asked about guards? No.. that would interfere with the plan… Xenos immediately cut them off “No disrespect, but it is imperative for. Us to guard both politician, to deny access of any assassination attempts, specially like the one we had…last week.” Xenos glared at the mayor, knowing that he would remember the incident. Xenos placed his hand on the battleax , before smiling “Excuse me please..” Xenos didn’t wait for their permission, walking outside the office and closing his eyes, in his mind , an empathy link was linked across a random person, and he whispered to himself “Execute the plan, Ishmere. I guarantee you full control.” And with that, he opened his eyes. Walking to the glass window and reaching over to his waist, bringing out a small disk, tossing it across the window, the moment it reached the ground, it split into two, the disk slowly turning into huge scorpions as it sprouted limbs, the scorpions crawled around, about seven ft in length, gigantic. They were as well, tall. The scorpions screeched, tossing a random spike from it’s tail, hitting one of the standing guards to the wall, impaled. The other guard wasn’t attacked as he just drew his sword,. The other guards patrolling the halls drew out their swords as well, but some didn’t. The one who drew their swords stabbed the other puzzled soldiers. And they shouted “FOR ISHMERE!!!” The other guards fell to their deaths, meanwhile at the office, the guards smiled, hearing the commotion and a random one drew his spear, bringing it down on the mayor’s neck, aiming to decapitate him. While the other guards pointed their spears at Lorelei, Xenos on the other hand brought the door down by ramming his ax to the wood, slowly inching his way in. At Uriel’s place, he saw the man but chose to ignore him. Whatever was happening was not of his fault. So he spoke “Azrael, stand down my friend…” And then he sensed it…. the villagers, they were at their homes…but…was that smoke? From the other huts? What the….no, it couldn’t be. Uriel unsheathed his sword, his wings standing out as he flew to the castle, watching the small battle ensue.
LoreleiRoseCarrendar:- The manner in which Xenos spoke had something to it, a quality that was more of sarcasm than the ring of truth. The mayor who had been acting rather strangely, was now looking hot under the collar, his face burning bright red, but for what? The simple look from the head of security? As Xenos placed his hand on the handle of his battle axe, and started to walk outside the office, Lorelei reached around and rested her left hand on the hilt of her sword. That errie feeling, like your body tingles as though one walked across your grave, gave her the idea that this was not your everyday meeting, but it was some sort of trap. Lorelei did not take her eyes off Xenos, and then watched as he threw something out the window. A disk of some description. (Lorelei)”What are you doing?” the question was said firmly, for the hairs on the back of her neck were standing on end. Twas then the loud screech from the scropions outside, had Lorelei know that this was some sort of attack. (Lorelei)”You have got to be kidding me? Twice in two days?” -She drew her sword swiftly, holding it with both hands in front of her, a stray red lock of hair coming loose from her pony tail and hanging just over one eye. “FOR ISHMERE!!!” -The cry would come from the guards that fell, as the ones inside drew their swords on the Mayor and Lorelei. Sure enough, the mayor would have been right to be scared, for he was to die first. The sword going down into his neck. Snorting through her nose as she exhaled, she growled. (Lorelei)”You can take my head, you bastards, but you not take my spirit!” Sure footed, she held steady, ready to attack the first that tried their luck with her.-
StrifeAgonyDaemon: ::He raises his head at the sounds of shouting and a couple of thuds. His inner primal was chuckling, it began to take over his being drowning the others out as his power from the multiple asa crystals in zykiel’s bloodstream amplified with every gain of rage and bloodlust.Zykiel rose and began to chuckle furiously and the primal spoke in an eerie deep voice as he popped up behind char where he had crawled in on the floor. The guards looked at him shaking:: (Primal) “Guess who! That’s right whittened phantom here to eatzies your bodies! Yay!” ::He squeeled in a high putched voice as he jumped on to one of the guards and sunk his teeth into his neck ripping out his throat then he turned to another and clawed his face off and tearing off his right arm. He rose with blood all over his face and smiling looking at the other guards as they shook. He threw the dimembered arm at one soldier as the man began to piss his pants.::
SirNeroBanpaiyo: Xenos managed to crack the door down, Ramming his shoulder to bring the door down, he released a growl of anger, a war cry even. Bringing his ax up to charge at the Prime Minister. But there was another person, a random man. Xenos grunted, changing his direction to try and hack at the man’s throat, Although opening himself for an attack from the feisty Minister, he might take this one out. And he would be putting his life in line. But Ishmere would have more time into coming here. Now that both of his scorpion pets were here. Ishmere, he knew was fooling the villagers into thinking he was good. A man of dignity, hence why the guards cried out his name at the time of their deaths, little did they know that the man who they adored was responsible for their death. Xenos grinned and closed his eyes, waiting for the death blow on himself. Uriel, however was still flying to the hall, landing in front of the entrance to the hall. Uriel brought his sword up as one of the guards tried to hit him with a small ax, parrying it and stabbing his chest, Uriel twisted, slitting another one’s throat. But he saw something else…there were hundreds of guards in the hall, and two huge scorpions, blocking his way. “By the fucking god and his friend Satan…” Then ,h e brought his sword up and charged.
LoreleiRoseCarrendar: – It was on. The loud crack as the battle axe slammed through the door. (Lorelei)”Mother Pus Buckets. A traitor!”- Blood was pouring out of the neck of the Mayor, who was now a quivering mess, his life draining from him, but his body refusing to lay and be still. Gross, just gross. The door would come off its hinges, hitting the floor, sending up a cloud of dust and ash. That damn Xenos, he was right to charge at Lorelei, but for some ungodly reason, he changed tack. Why? Another would try and put himself in harms way. Fool. He would come to blows, but the plucky Prime Minister, who was like an tightly coiled spring, leapt off on her right foot, and with both her hands on her sword handle, gripped tightly, she reached back, her blade glistening, and with a fine slash, she aimed to lop the head right off Xenos. (Lorelei)-grunts with exertion of the force from her swing- “DIIIIIIIEEEE!”-
DrakonMacar: It was fortunate nobody ever looked to the man who stank of and all but pissed and sweat wine. He was garbbed loosely in robes, brown hair, eyes and bear oddly well groomed by comparison to those surrounding him. He had taken to the tavern on his typical routine, waiting patiently the keeper of the Balance was facedown to his chest, back against a wall when it had all happened. Screams of combat came from outside and the monk groaned, stirring from his feigned slumber. The tavern had emptied to cries of the mayors death came and he sighed, saying outwardly to the empty Hall, “Yeah…kind of figures…” With that he was up and stepping outside, stumbling towards the comotion of drawn swords and a promise of a good fight. “What has that little spider gone and done this time I wonder? Hmmm, heh heh heh heh heh…” He hiccuped, shuffling, swaying, bobbing and stumbling towards the crowd forming.
StrifeAgonyDaemon: ::The primal looked and chuckled and pointed at the big man as he swung his axe towards his head.” (Primal) “OOO! giant axe me eatz! -” ::The primal caught the axe with his teeth holding it in place as his mouth began to bleed. He broke the head off the axe and threw it a a soldier as it logded itself in the mans neck making him crumble. Then the pimal began to laugh hysterically as his form began to grows and his body deformed. Soon he was a giant were tiger. He ran at the man who had the axe and lunged his claws towards the man’s throat. The force behind his leap dislogded a big chunk of floor behind him as it fliped decapitation severeal soldiers and squashing some others under its weight.:: (Primal) “Big man’s meaty body ish minzies!”
SirNeroBanpaiyo: Uriel was standing onto his ground, his sword in front of him, trying to stab the huge creatures, the creature swung it’s poisonous tail in front of Uriel, who barely jumped away from the swing, yet the tail slammed to the ground, the sheer force sending Uriel away, while the other Scorpion hissed and aimed to take his head off by stabbing his head with it’s tail, fortunately, Uriel managed to cross his arms over his body, his eyes closed tight. As if focusing, the scorpion brought his tail over his head, and the split second, Uriel opened his arms, and dozens of tendrils sprouted from his body, the tail getting torn apart as dozens of tendrils took the tail apart, the scorpion screeched in pain, the other tendrils slamming into the scorpion, piercing through him, the other scorpion didn’t have that much of a damage, only a couple of tendrils grazed it’s black skin. Finally, Uriel stood on his feet, holding his sword in front of him as the other tendrils sucked back into his body, about seven remaining, glaring at the scorpion from Uriel’s back, and he charged at the scorpion, the tendril from his left piercing it’s side, while Uriel stabbed his sword in his mouth, the metal slicing the tongue, and slowly, it began to eat at his flesh. Uriel quickly retreated his sword, the tendrils going back into his body as the wound started to spread into the monster. And with that, he charged. Meanwhile, at the center of the fight, a soldier grunted in anger as he was shoved away by a shield, in anger, he grabbed his sword and ran towards a random person, who was just making his way to the battle scene.
LoreleiRoseCarrendar: – Xenos, truly didn’t stand a chance. What with the tiger that came out of nowhere, and slammed into him with all the power and speed of a locamotive. The force of this clearly had Lorelei herself knocked back, blood spurting out of the neck of the blooded head of security. (Lorelei)”No ticket tape parades for you, asshole.”- Now, she did swing her sword for his head, but missed due to the angle in which the man was heading, since being struck by the tiger first, Lorelei’s blade was yet to taste blood. (Lorelei)”Now for the big bad beasts outside, making all the racket.”- She ran for the doorway, but it turned out her brother was doing his bit now, killing one scorpion with relative ease, the second, well he was near deaths door. Or so she thought. All through this, she could see stumbling about drunkedly, none other than the drunken monk, Sohai. (Lorelei)”Oh…oh no. Not now.”- she cast her eyes down to the ground and snarled- (Lorelei)”Mazmezz….not damn funny at all. You think this is a joke right?”- She spoke out loud her thoughts to her insane creator, who was probably laughing her ass off right now.-
StrifeAgonyDaemon: ::The primal clawed at the remains of his kill tearing the man limbb from limb and wallowing his remains only leaving a gnarled carcass. covered in blood the primal proceeded to maul the rest of the soldiers who were running about pouncing on them, ripping their face off and eating their throats. All the while inside him Nira fought against the thing to keep him at bay.::
DrakonMacar: Sohai shuffled, wading past the guards he sneered at one man charging off at him. “You’ve no idea what you’re about to experience. I’ll be gentle.” With that the monk closed in on the rushign guard in the blink of an eye, expertly weaving under a downwards slash and around the mans body. Effectively weaving behidn the poor soul the monk unleashed one hit to the back of the mans exposed neck, a closed palm that shone breifly with a white glow. The man fell down uninjuried, having received the touch of the monks Paralyzing Palm technique. From the motion he pivoted with his momentum and leaned forwards and grinned at the dorway, the spider had finally caught sight of him. “Always one mess or another where you go…” He said under his breath, though he was certain she could all but hear him by reading his lips with that wide eyed, horrified gaze. He looked around watching the scene before him, scorpions being rent apart, guards oblivious as to whats going on, it was utter chaos. The monk inwardly sighed and stood there but a few yards from the throng, swaying in stance, arms down at his sides as he watched acting as if oblivious to the plausible danger around him.
SirNeroBanpaiyo: The poor guard, crashing his face down the rough ground laid there, unmoving at paralyzed. Although his mind protested and informed him that there were no injuries present, the poor man just couldn’t stand up, his mind unmoving, and he laid there, good as dead. While Uriel was still hopping around, disgusted by the goo coming out of the spider. Shaking his head, he turned to Lorelei with a disgusted face “Who in the seven hells keeps sending these nasty fuckers at us?” Uriel kicked a random dead guard’s body, trying to wipe the nasty goo off his boots. Uriel was about to speak again, opening his mouth when the dead scorpion started to amputate itself, each limb decreasing into tinier parts, turning to small scorpions. The other one, who was barely alive also fell dead for no reason, and the same thing happened. The tiny scorpions crowded at some place, before starting to climb on top of each other, twisting around and stabbing their pointed tails at each other, as if trying to form something, hundreds of scorpion started to pile up up until they were about as tall as a normal human, how they managed to climb , that he didn’t know. But something else happened, the clenched scorpions started to form a figure, the cracks disappeared and a hooded figure stood in front of them, holding a black scepter in it’s left hand, and the person spoke “Well hello there, warriors…I am Ishmere.”
LoreleiRoseCarrendar: – It was anarchy, yes unbridled, crazy, fighting. Lorelei miraculously had not a drop of blood or goo on her yet. Why? Well whenever she went to strike something with her sword, something or someone gamefully beat her too it. It was a melee of grand proportions, and seemed that the monk who was smack bang in the middle of it, as usual, pointed the finger of blame on this macarbe circus on her. “Always one mess or another where you go…” -the monk said under his breath, but she had an acute sense of hearing. Stepping over crumpled bodies and the odd guard flying through the air and being impaled on another’s sword by accident, the sqealch of bodies, twisting and breaking of necks, all but not her own, she sheathed her sword and folded her arms indignantly. (Lorelei)”Sure…blame this all on the spider. Right, you think I like seeing my town square drenched in the blood…OF MY OWN MEN?!”- she roared. Clearly, it was not a good time to be upwind of the bebilith maiden. Hair the colour of the fires of the sun, eyes the jewels of the deepest jade. Yup, the old bitch hadn’t changed a bit. And for sure, Sohai was going to be more than happy to remind her of that fact. Course, the deaths of the great scorpions, was but the start of the madness, for in their place would be many many smaller scorpions, coming from the broken and twisted limbs of the fallen larger prey. Lorelei stared on in horror, and then stuttered as she said to Sohai, taking two steps back. (Lorelei)”Now..I know I didn’t order those…..eeeeek!”-
StrifeAgonyDaemon: ::The primal began to run after other guards now enraged and showing no signs of reason. He landed just on a guard behind a lady walking towards what appeared to be a monk. He killed the man and was about to turn on th laddy when he saw some scorpions turn into a hooded figure with a staff say he was someone. The primal looked at the man confused. Then even more infuriated he dashed at the scorpion man with the staff rasining his claw ready to swipe his staff which ironically the primal though was a stick. His eyes blazing with energ as he sprang forwards and the gusts behind him left a hug hole in the foundation and wall as soldiers flew out toppling upon the ground and the building groaned as she ws ready to implode.::
DrakonMacar: “Right, right. Total confidence in that…” He chimed before eyeballing the tide of tiny scorpions. “I’ll think to leaving snide remarks to myself this round.” The man sized sccorpion constructs then acted. He tumbled, rolled,, pivoted, shimmied, danced, bobbed weaved artfully through the guards, diving past the giant cat that had come from seemingly nowhere. The wine bladders to his sides were up to his lips and he drew deep from them, toppering them quickly he stood between the majority of the scuttlnig horde and the active combat. The human inhaled then hiccuped, wincing and then he grinned, hands up, curled thumbs to his chin, index and middle fingers touched in the center of his mouth over his lips. Again he inhaled, his cheeks puffing out wide almost like a frogs throat and ultimately, he burped. The vapors from his wined breath were potent, in his hands a spark of Ki Energy and then the monk burpped again, this time a flaming, oozing stream of greasy vomit erupted from his maw. The monk turned, stepping backwards slowly, spraying, covering the advancing creatures in the extremely slick and now flaming substance. Hundreds there might have been, between the slippery puke and oily flames, those that stepped near were doomed until the pool burned itself out in a couple of minutes.
