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After the myth of the Etruscan god Orcus.
BLOOD-GUT ORCUS
After the myth of the Etruscan god Orcus.
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Prometheus is pretty good.
We could go with the tried and true 'descriptor, name' combo but at the risk of calling myself 'Big McLargeHuge' it might be wise to come up with something cooler.
I like the idea of titles instead of names. Like Ear-Taker or Earwig for the NPC girl. Might be cool to call my guy Blood-Gut.
I like the idea of titles instead of names. Like Ear-Taker or Earwig for the NPC girl. Might be cool to call my guy Blood-Gut.
Dimstone, Soothestone, Warmth. San Jose?
The largest of the group held his heaving belly as it slowly tricked with worryingly dark blood. His pudgy face was set into a stony, agitated glare out at the soft light growing in the distance. Needing to be helped in walking made him spit blood onto the stone faces in disgust. His weakness had nearly cost him his life, nevermind the lives of the others. He felt like he could feel the air filling the wound at his flank left by the lion's maw, and the ebb of blood in tune to his heartbeat was beginning to wear on his will.
He was too hurt to help carrying the beast with them, but he made sure to give it a few good stomps in the skull before they left. For good measure. The light of the lanterns they held began to be overpowered by the light in the distance and for a moment, the scenery seemed to wave and warp as he passed his eyes over it. He had lost a lot of blood, and he was tired beyond limits he ever knew he had.
The congregation of lanterns had attracted a gathering of other humans like him. All dark-eyed and gape-mouthed. They made him sick to look at. Frightened. Weak. Just as he was, but he refused to accept the similarities. Instead he lifted himself from his supporter, his vision was too bleary to see whether it was the woman or one of the other men, but he pushed them away to stand on his own.
But when the clean-shaven man opened his mouth not to grunt, but to speak, the large man shot an angry glare. What was this noise? This... speech? His mind felt fuller. His mouth moved to its own will and he growled out in a voice that sounded more feral than man.
"Pain. Hunger. Eat."
He was too hurt to help carrying the beast with them, but he made sure to give it a few good stomps in the skull before they left. For good measure. The light of the lanterns they held began to be overpowered by the light in the distance and for a moment, the scenery seemed to wave and warp as he passed his eyes over it. He had lost a lot of blood, and he was tired beyond limits he ever knew he had.
The congregation of lanterns had attracted a gathering of other humans like him. All dark-eyed and gape-mouthed. They made him sick to look at. Frightened. Weak. Just as he was, but he refused to accept the similarities. Instead he lifted himself from his supporter, his vision was too bleary to see whether it was the woman or one of the other men, but he pushed them away to stand on his own.
But when the clean-shaven man opened his mouth not to grunt, but to speak, the large man shot an angry glare. What was this noise? This... speech? His mind felt fuller. His mouth moved to its own will and he growled out in a voice that sounded more feral than man.
"Pain. Hunger. Eat."
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Bartimus
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Crypt
The curious owlman dropped back from his warden duties as they entered the library-esque room. His ear-tufts twitched and laid back as his muscled posture relaxed. He ran his taloned fingers along the spines of some of the dusty tomes and sighed. So many tales to be read. So much knowledge to be bestowed and they were just rotting away in this stinking dungeon. It saddened him, but his focus remained forward as his young ward, Kara, advanced.
The shouting cut Irthorne's analysis of the situation of and, in a flash, Bartimus had his iron draw and his eyes set on the encroaching shadows of the crypt deeper within. He gave a gaze to the other party members as they disturbed books on shelves and interacted with their surroundings, leaving Kara to run off with her blade drawn. He admired her spirit but her safety was his concern.
He followed along, shortsword held at mid-guard and ready to strike out as he too approached the voice. He clacked his beak softly as they neared.
Tubby will wait for the others to move in at once before he crawls over and shanks the lion in its belly from below.
The dark-skinned man howled in pain as the jaws of the lion clamped down on his abdomen and pierced his skin. Deep within he felt a pain like hot nails searing their way into his gut. The warmth spread to his chest before emerging from his throat with a cough, as thick, dark blood.
His bearded companion fared better than he had, wedging his stone nicely in the beast's side and evaded the lion's blind swipe. It seemed that his wild charge had impaired it's vision somewhat. Good. Damn the beast. He wanted to tear into it with his bare hands, but a man's strength was not enough.
He laid prone, agony racking his body as the lion withdrew it's teeth from him and turned to one of the others. The woman, screaming shrill for all to hear, leapt upon it and tore it's ear off its head. As she cheered and held it up, the large man celebrated with her, giving a weak chuckle.
They were making progress but not enough and not quick enough. Alone they were weak but their power was in their numbers. The large man groaned as his wound flared with pain, and pulled himself toward his rock once more. It was slick with bright blood, from the lion's superficial wounds. He raised it at the others and bellowed, gesturing to the lion. He would use the dwindling reserves of his strength to move when they did, in hopes of a multifaceted attack. And when he did, he would be going for its gut just as it did.
And when he did, he would dig deep.
His bearded companion fared better than he had, wedging his stone nicely in the beast's side and evaded the lion's blind swipe. It seemed that his wild charge had impaired it's vision somewhat. Good. Damn the beast. He wanted to tear into it with his bare hands, but a man's strength was not enough.
He laid prone, agony racking his body as the lion withdrew it's teeth from him and turned to one of the others. The woman, screaming shrill for all to hear, leapt upon it and tore it's ear off its head. As she cheered and held it up, the large man celebrated with her, giving a weak chuckle.
They were making progress but not enough and not quick enough. Alone they were weak but their power was in their numbers. The large man groaned as his wound flared with pain, and pulled himself toward his rock once more. It was slick with bright blood, from the lion's superficial wounds. He raised it at the others and bellowed, gesturing to the lion. He would use the dwindling reserves of his strength to move when they did, in hopes of a multifaceted attack. And when he did, he would be going for its gut just as it did.
And when he did, he would dig deep.
@Bishop
All a part of my cunning plan to die first so that I can't be killed last. But otherwise yeah, tubby took a major hit. He might have some strength left but not enough to do anything alone.
All a part of my cunning plan to die first so that I can't be killed last. But otherwise yeah, tubby took a major hit. He might have some strength left but not enough to do anything alone.
Liposuction via vicious lion mauling doesn't sound SO terrible.
Will post in a little while.
Will post in a little while.
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