The Wild West

The Crucible - Winner Take All

A familiar white fog had enveloped Tyrant once again, the first time this happened it resulted in him being transported into another world by his guess which made him curious about this soon-to-be new location. However, first thing was first, beyond fighting to the death for a "wish" he wondered what this new world would provide him in both entertainment for his fighting spirit and taste buds. The contestants, all in all, looked like they could handle themselves within a fight for their lives but what Tyrant really wanted to learn is the foreign objects within this new world. The leader of this organization talked about various treasures and beasts scattered throughout this dangerous land, treasure was something always on an ogre's mind since everyone in the Old World could speak through money and lots of money provided lots of meat! Monsters on the other hand didn't say much, depending on this world the most ferocious monsters might as well be chew toys for the Mournfang. The Old World is a very dangerous place that Tyrant had been accustomed to, not many can survive a place that knows no peace which is then constantly torn through wars of the various races that has known only to survive through violence. So, within this new world, Tyrant could only expect that by sending in the strongest warriors meant that everything will provide him a good fight and a good eat which excited him as this new land shall be explored and subsequently conquered single handily by the Tyrant of the All-Maw tribe!

Eager in anticipation as the fog started to dissipate, Tyrant pulled out Giant Eater in the case of any surprise attacks once he exits the fog, but before his eyes could adjust to the scene his other senses could almost instantly detect its familiarity. Tyrant was confused, wasn't he supposed to go to a new world? This place smelt and felt exactly like the old grounds, the Maw-Pit, but that place was all the way back at his campsite which was worlds away! Did they manage to trick him somehow? Slightly angry at the fact of this probable bamboozle, the ogre soon swatted away the remaining fog to discover that he was right in a certain senses about the scene. By all accounts it was the same except for two facts, the first one was a giant hole in the middle of the grounds to the surface and another giant hole on the side of the pit with only darkness filling up the void. Scratching his chest, Tyrant was still just a bit confused about his surroundings, but with his Giant Eater still in hand he slowly walked over to the seemingly bottomless pit. He looked down to the ceaseless darkness, this sight reminded him heavily of the tunnels across the Mountains of Mourn built long ago by the once prosperous dawi, and even in the distance his eyes could recognize a glowing city. Skaven? Those rat bastards always did like building cities under cities but the glowing was quite abnormal... Warpstone? The veteran warrior looked at the glowing city for a few more seconds before shrugging his shoulders at the sight, there was no possible way to reach that city without climbing the ninety degree cliff that would most likely result in his death. So, with sightseeing done, Tyrant decided to leave by the rather incredibly large vertical tunnel which would provide him an escape from this familiar setting. However, before all of this could be executed, the ogre's ears managed to detect something within the dark pit.

A subtle noise of sorts fell within his ears, the ogre gripped his Giant Eater just a bit more before eyeing his dark surroundings of any nearby threats. Tyrant was subtly cursing the fact that his eyes couldn't adjust to the darkness as well as some of the other races, the filthy rat-men, the ugly goblins, and the stubborn dawi have always had superior night vision which are constantly used to their advantage once entering their dark tunnels and cities. Still, the ogre could see from a fair enough distance to fight, but he needed to be cautious as something was lurking in the darkness with him. Taking a few steps away from the bottomless cliff, Tyrant continued to scan the area with the giant bone club tightly gripped within his grubby hands, "Come out and fight, the Maw-Pit dictates that once two people enter only one can leave with the other in their belly, do you dare refuse this challenge?"

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Arsenal - Highway Robbery

Arsenal had to admit, still didn't mean he was quite angry, but he had to admit that he has been pranked pretty hard right in the middle of combat. It took way too long than the boy would have liked to admit, the bullets seemingly phasing through the airborne threat which reminded him of Sophia's power while Morales for some strange reason wasn't reacting at all while being set on fire! "Fucking holograms," Arsenal muttered to himself, cursing at the fact that he had wasted precious time and resources firing at basically dummies while the real versions could simply be closing in on the... Before he could finish he thoughts however, a loud ping crashed into Arsenal's ear as he flinched on reflex dodging the resulting sparks and fluids spraying from the wound. It took him under a second to produce return fire, but Arsenal wasn't the happiest camper as his one of his arms was failing in its duty to fire out a tonne of bullets in the general direction of his enemy. "God damnit! Who told these idiots that they could use live ammo! Look at me following our fucking orders to not murder these chucklefucks while they are trying to murder me!" Arsenal angrily complained, hating the fact that he was using rubber bullets while the 'good guys' were using live ammo on their enemies. And if this battle wasn't getting any better, in the corner of his eye, the boy could spot that the tear gas that he told to get rid of was only half-assed as the gas canister's content started to escape within his direction. Arsenal could only grit his teeth at the moment, pissed beyond belief, but at least he wasn't dead or whatever happened to Lovely.

Arsenal definitely needed a plan, something to get him out between the constant fire from the grunts, the unknown locations of the heroes, and the freaking tear gas approaching the car. He was just about to decide to use lethal force on these grunts as they were doing the same, rockets to their cover would probably stop them from ruining his handy work, but before he could finalize this plan something in his brain somehow told him to stop? Huh... It seems that Morales was taken down as Arsenal soon felt the effects of his power drift away from his mind freeing it up, letting him think rationally once again in the middle of a god damn fire fight. "Thank god someone is doing something around here," With the cowboy's mind free, and thankfully the soldiers being less bold in their attacks which gave Arsenal back the advantage of people being afraid of getting hit by a bullet. Arsenal soon broke from his soon to be useless cover, running and gunning with his five arms towards a cover that would let him get closer to their cargo, Gamble, and hopefully let him get some lucky shots to hit one of those god damn idiot guards using live ammunition. However, Arsenal did have to stop his cover to cover constant fire as Noble had let their presence known, and by luck her position being in range of Chatterbox's vocal range! Hopefully the hero would allow the villain to sweet talk his way out of this predicament, preferably with Noble unconscious with her stupid guards with the rest of the group running for the hills with their target Gamble.

Artificer - Denver Skyline

Well... That was strange, besides the fact that the creature could talk to without a mouth while calling itself 'Outsider' and also saying that it wasn't a threat to everyone in the city. Artificer was still quite cautious, staying on his fly, ready to bolt and probably fly and save at least three people if Furnace could keep it distracted for a few seconds. The beads could come in handy, but it would cause too much collateral damage if used irresponsibly against these other heroes and mercenary or could miss and explode down below on the street! Artificer rubbed the back of his head, unsure of what to do until the monstrous Endbringer looking thing managed to revert into a human! Instantly he saw G4M3R walk up to the humanized version of Outsider, trying to get him to join the Minutemen, Artificer's heart skipped a beat as it was mentioned with his face filled with unsure thoughts. "I mean... Are you sure you want? I mean, ok, since you're the boss."

The Crucible - Winner Take All

@Lugubrious Question before I start writing, the whole seemingly bottomless abyss with a glowing city down below, is that place accessible at the moment or can Tyrant just see the place with no way of reaching to that place without falling down and die in a violent death?

The Crucible - Winner Take All

Posse (NPC)

Name: Prisilla Bront
Alias: Posse
Race: Human
Sex: Female
Class: Clone Army

Equipment:

• Double-Action Revolvers: Prisilla’s go-to weapon, these reliable six shooters have always found their way into a fight. With its powerful shots, the double-action design allowing the hammers to automatically cock itself allowing rapid fire, and does reliable damage at close to medium ranges against opponents.
• High Powered Pistols: A rare semi-automatic pistol, it is generally seen as one of the best weapons in her arsenal. It holds eight bullets per clip, the clip allowing faster reload times compared to manually reloading revolvers. The bullets are as well of a stronger caliber to the Double-Action Revolvers for more power between each rapid fire shot.
• Winchester Repeater: Another reliable weapon, this rifle holds ten rounds and reloads through a lever action system. The rifle, although is around the same power as the revolvers has the upside in being used at longer ranges for sharpshooting, it can also be fired at rapid rates but reload times can be a bit long.
• Buffalo Rifle: A weapon that you don’t want to be hit with, a single shot rifle that can only be used at long distances can burst a unprotected head into bloody bits. It is very strong, the single shot weapon can be reloaded quite easily as it is only a single chamber, but is only brought out in special occasions.
• Double-barreled Shotgun: A mean ass double-barreled shotgun, the reliable close ranged weapon that can launch the heaviest man a couple of feet backwards from its power. Being double-barreled it only holds two shells, the bullet spread although quite large can only do reliable damage in close range.
• Pump-action Shotgun: The newer models of shotguns, this one provides a much larger capacity which is able to hold up to six shells. The moderate fire rate is able to blast through heavy objects and flesh in a flash though reloads times compared to the double-barreled shotgun is quite long as it requires a larger amount of manually loaded shells.

Abilities:

• Dead-Eye: Powerful in the aiming department, Prisilla is most likely one of the best shots within her country. She is very dangerous with her weapons, her revolvers and rifles able to snipe with precise accuracy while in the midst of combat. In general, you don’t want to be standing around much with her sights on you.
• Athletic Ability: Though she isn’t on a superhuman scale, Prisilla can handle herself well in intensive activities. She is actually more on an olympic athlete scale, her well-trained body able to keep its relatively fast speed and quick reactions for long periods of time.
• Clone Magic: Prisilla’s natural ability, she is able to instantly create perfect clones of herself that appear at a maximum of five feet away from the original before moving on their own. She is able to create up to twelve of these clones, they generally think for themselves, but since they are all the same person they work together in perfect harmony. If clones take fatal damage or large enough sustained damage, they will poof out of existence and if the original is killed or knocked out all clones will poof at the same time.
• Requip Magic: A learned skill, Prisilla through intensive learning and training is able to summon weapons out of thin air, this ability can also be called upon by her clones. All weapons have been stated up in the inventory list, bullets are in high quantity which allows for massive amounts of firepower, and enough weapons to equip all twelve clones. If weapons are dropped by the user and not picked up for ten seconds, it will automatically return back into its separate space.

Fighting Style: Prisilla fights with precise overwhelming firepower from all directions at once. She will generally try to set up positions prior to battles from the start to easily take out enemies from every direction, but can work with unannounced and sudden fights as well. She will generally summon six clones during the first fights with the more reliable weapons at first to test the waters. If the opponent is competent, she will increase the number of clones up to twelve while using heavier weaponry to take down the opponent(s). You can find clones running and gunning and taking cover rapidly, not giving opponents much time to think with their constant fire. Teamwork between the clones is quite impeccable as well, able to formulate simple to average plans without saying anything to each other. However, like all mages, she has a limit to her abilities and can be inferred that the more times she uses her magic at a larger scale, the more power it drains from her body and subsequently makes her clone's combat abilities lessen. This makes her think of resource management during combat, more clones equals more bullets yet create lesser clones or less clones equals less gun fire but more accurate shots and faster reaction times.

Personality: As stubborn as a mule, Prisilla is a strong-willed individual with the tendency to be rather loud in and out of fights. She is a high spirited girl, rather active in most technically terms, her actions and voice loud and rambunctious. Still, Prisilla is never carefree despite her surface personality. She is highly perceptive of everything around her and makes constant notes and thoughts to make battle plans about her surroundings while acting like a teenager. When fights gets serious though, Prisilla isn’t as talkative or loud, she becomes calculating in her movements becoming rather a scary and efficient shooter with her clones able to make almost any opponent swiss cheese if they choose to do so if her opponents are too far gone within her terms of justice.

Bio: She’s a cowboy, pew pew.

Wish: Prisilla wishes to meet her family once again.

Appearance: At 5’11”, Prisilla is of average height of most of her peers but doesn’t seem to be imposing due to both her age and height. Still, she has a heavy tan around her well-toned body, dust and dirt cover both her skin and clothes, and although she doesn’t take care of her skin very well everyone is weirded out by her pearly white teeth. Beyond that she is average looking, well, below average looking due to her hygiene yet has an interesting eye color of emerald green that most people tend to notice about her first. Clothing wise, it is what you expect from the western denizen, collared shirt, brown leather vest, jeans covered over by leather chaps, boots, and even a little cowboy hat that covers her short but messy oak brown hair. However, the most interesting choice of her attire is gauze wrapped around one of her eyes covering almost of her of face in the soft white material.

Frenzy: In her frenzied state, Prisilla doesn’t change much appearance wise as the only thing that changes is her bandages start to turn into a crimson red color dripping in blood with a seemingly infinite source that doesn’t affect her performance. Psychologically, Prisilla becomes the person she hates most, a criminal. Her mind becomes twisted and sadistic, putting enough bullets in people to keep them alive and feel all the pain at once. In terms of power, she can produce nearly triple the amount of clones with no visible signs of exhaustion with enhanced strength and perceptive skills which make her generally an army to be reckoned with as her once noble posse is corrupted into a bloodthirsty gang.

Inventory:

• Phylactery

The Crucible - Winner Take All

<Snipped quote by The Wild West>

Sorry about the lateness of my response. The character has a very good arsenal, but the ability to summon clones with no less power than herself who can completely overwhelm opponents with said arsenal pushes her into dubious territory. I would have to expect that the various guns, though all powerful in their own right, are cowboy-era technology with no special abilities of their own, and therefore not too amazing in terms of power. There'd be both quality and quantity, but more of the latter. If that's the case, then she's alright, but unless monitored she looks like she would have no good reason not to just wipe the floor with whoever she comes across.

@Lugubrious

I could put in a limitation that the more magic she uses up to support her posse, the less effective they are in combat as to put in a balance of sorts for resource management.

The Crucible - Winner Take All

Posse (NPC)

Name: Prisilla Bront
Alias: Posse
Race: Human
Sex: Female
Class: Clone Army

Equipment:

• Double-Action Revolvers: Prisilla’s go-to weapon, these reliable six shooters have always found their way into a fight. With its powerful shots, the double-action design allowing the hammers to automatically cock itself allowing rapid fire, and does reliable damage at close to medium ranges against opponents.
• High Powered Pistols: A rare semi-automatic pistol, it is generally seen as one of the best weapons in her arsenal. It holds eight bullets per clip, the clip allowing faster reload times compared to manually reloading revolvers. The bullets are as well of a stronger caliber to the Double-Action Revolvers for more power between each rapid fire shot.
• Winchester Repeater: Another reliable weapon, this rifle holds ten rounds and reloads through a lever action system. The rifle, although is around the same power as the revolvers has the upside in being used at longer ranges for sharpshooting, it can also be fired at rapid rates but reload times can be a bit long.
• Buffalo Rifle: A weapon that you don’t want to be hit with, a single shot rifle that can only be used at long distances can burst a unprotected head into bloody bits. It is very strong, the single shot weapon can be reloaded quite easily as it is only a single chamber, but is only brought out in special occasions.
• Double-barreled Shotgun: A mean ass double-barreled shotgun, the reliable close ranged weapon that can launch the heaviest man a couple of feet backwards from its power. Being double-barreled it only holds two shells, the bullet spread although quite large can only do reliable damage in close range.
• Pump-action Shotgun: The newer models of shotguns, this one provides a much larger capacity which is able to hold up to six shells. The moderate fire rate is able to blast through heavy objects and flesh in a flash though reloads times compared to the double-barreled shotgun is quite long as it requires a larger amount of manually loaded shells.

Abilities:

• Dead-Eye: Powerful in the aiming department, Prisilla is most likely one of the best shots within her country. She is very dangerous with her weapons, her revolvers and rifles able to snipe with precise accuracy while in the midst of combat. In general, you don’t want to be standing around much with her sights on you.
• Athletic Ability: Though she isn’t on a superhuman scale, Prisilla can handle herself well in intensive activities. She is actually more on an olympic athlete scale, her well-trained body able to keep its relatively fast speed and quick reactions for long periods of time.
• Clone Magic: Prisilla’s natural ability, she is able to instantly create perfect clones of herself that appear at a maximum of five feet away from the original before moving on their own. She is able to create up to twelve of these clones, they generally think for themselves, but since they are all the same person they work together in perfect harmony. If clones take fatal damage or large enough sustained damage, they will poof out of existence and if the original is killed or knocked out all clones will poof at the same time.
• Requip Magic: A learned skill, Prisilla through intensive learning and training is able to summon weapons out of thin air, this ability can also be called upon by her clones. All weapons have been stated up in the inventory list, bullets are in high quantity which allows for massive amounts of firepower, and enough weapons to equip all twelve clones. If weapons are dropped by the user and not picked up for ten seconds, it will automatically return back into its separate space.

Fighting Style: Prisilla fights with precise overwhelming firepower from all directions at once. She will generally try to set up positions prior to battles from the start to easily take out enemies from every direction, but can work with unannounced and sudden fights as well. She will generally summon six clones during the first fights with the more reliable weapons at first to test the waters. If the opponent is competent, she will increase the number of clones up to twelve while using heavier weaponry to take down the opponent(s). You can find clones running and gunning and taking cover rapidly, not giving opponents much time to think with their constant fire. Teamwork between the clones is quite impeccable as well, able to formulate simple to average plans without saying anything to each other. However, like all mages, she has a limit to her abilities and can be inferred that the more times she uses her magic at a larger scale, the more power it drains from her body and subsequently makes her clone's combat abilities lessen. This makes her think of resource management during combat, more clones equals more bullets yet create lesser clones or less clones equals less gun fire but more accurate shots and faster reaction times.

Personality: As stubborn as a mule, Prisilla is a strong-willed individual with the tendency to be rather loud in and out of fights. She is a high spirited girl, rather active in most technically terms, her actions and voice loud and rambunctious. Still, Prisilla is never carefree despite her surface personality. She is highly perceptive of everything around her and makes constant notes and thoughts to make battle plans about her surroundings while acting like a teenager. When fights gets serious though, Prisilla isn’t as talkative or loud, she becomes calculating in her movements becoming rather a scary and efficient shooter with her clones able to make almost any opponent swiss cheese if they choose to do so if her opponents are too far gone within her terms of justice.

Bio: She’s a cowboy, pew pew.

Wish: Prisilla wishes to meet her family once again.

Appearance: At 5’11”, Prisilla is of average height of most of her peers but doesn’t seem to be imposing due to both her age and height. Still, she has a heavy tan around her well-toned body, dust and dirt cover both her skin and clothes, and although she doesn’t take care of her skin very well everyone is weirded out by her pearly white teeth. Beyond that she is average looking, well, below average looking due to her hygiene yet has an interesting eye color of emerald green that most people tend to notice about her first. Clothing wise, it is what you expect from the western denizen, collared shirt, brown leather vest, jeans covered over by leather chaps, boots, and even a little cowboy hat that covers her short but messy oak brown hair. However, the most interesting choice of her attire is gauze wrapped around one of her eyes covering almost of her of face in the soft white material.

Frenzy: In her frenzied state, Prisilla doesn’t change much appearance wise as the only thing that changes is her bandages start to turn into a crimson red color dripping in blood with a seemingly infinite source that doesn’t affect her performance. Psychologically, Prisilla becomes the person she hates most, a criminal. Her mind becomes twisted and sadistic, putting enough bullets in people to keep them alive and feel all the pain at once. In terms of power, she can produce nearly triple the amount of clones with no visible signs of exhaustion with enhanced strength and perceptive skills which make her generally an army to be reckoned with as her once noble posse is corrupted into a bloodthirsty gang.

Inventory:

• Phylactery

The Crucible - Winner Take All

@Lugubrious I would rather not cause anymore trouble in this RP as just accepting me and Indra has already made things quite strange between the first fights. If I could limit the disturbance within this RP I would have to choose option number 3 as to make things fair for Dead Cruiser who originally joined before the RP hit its original roster limit.

Edit: If need be, I can provide an NPC character as well for Angel to fight against.

The Crucible - Winner Take All

I don't believe Indra has posted yet, unless they have some other plans concerning the plot for Mika like ColoredCyan's Garbage.

The Crucible - Winner Take All

"Hurry yourself Sgrogbraogg, I'd rather not be late and be the last team to enter the atrium," Linas said, his daughter scurrying behind the unfazed scientist with the 16-foot monster giving large yet slow strides across the white polished floor. The ogre was quite impressed by the scenery before his eyes, it seemed to be built similarly to the underground fortresses of the dawi, impressively large yet sticks to a rather drab style compared to the great gleaming decadent cities like the Asur. The entire feel of this great building though seemed to emit the sense that this was built for and by smart people with its large yet practical designs. The only reason why Sgrogbraogg could have such a deep insight of architecture was due to the might of the Ogre Kingdoms and their tendencies to be hired as the vanguard of almost every army from the ancient Cold Ones to the shady Ratmen. The Ogre Kingdoms in on itself doesn't murder for the sake of murder, they murder and pillage to bring favor of the Great Maw and end their ceaseless hunger given by the very same god. If the time came in which villages paid the ogres on a seasonal basis to produce food for the horde rather than end their production entirely, the ogres would gladly take the deal without violence if the village stuck with the deal. In the end, ogres entirely have the keen sense of making deals with other races if they so choose to make it with the brutish race, but one has to remember if the deal gets too cumbersome for their greedy bellies it would force them to get a quicker meal of freshly grounded meat! Anyway, besides the history lesson, Sgrogbraogg also noticed the hasty reconstruction of the entrances as well, it was almost like it was quickly built for someone with a larger size than normal. Hehehe.

"Heh, you called this the Inquisitorial College? Well... It doesn't look too shabby by the looks of it, you eggheads always did have the tendencies to stick in groups to protect yourselves against forces like myself," Tyrant said, grinning a sloppy set of slabbed teeth towards the two humans.

"I can say for sure that we do have the greatest minds working on this little project here, and while it is true that we have congregated to solve, a little muscle like yourself can be of use to us 'eggheads'."

"Father, can you try not to be condescending to everyone? Especially to the 16-foot monster that can crush us to death with his pinkie toe?" Mary stated behind her gas-mask, clearly the more pragmatic between the father and daughter relationship between the two.

"Yes, yes. I'll be sure to try to heed the words of my assistant about the way I've been acting since before you were born. Anyway! If you follow me and my little girl here Sgrogbraogg I'll see it that we get everything ready for the start of the tournament."

Clearly amused by the banter between the two humans, Sgrogbraogg pushed upon the rather large doors towards a rather pristine and glorious glass atrium. The entire area proved to be some sort of meeting area, though at the moment seemed to be specialized for the certain occasion as there laid thirty-two podiums formed within an enclosing circle. Most the contestants have already arrived positioned within their according podiums to the dismay of Linas, but the group arrived with most eyes upon the largest being of the entire room. Sgrogbraogg was quite happy about the attention, it was normal to get looks of horror for his massive size, but each contestant within their respective podiums have been chosen as the champion of their world and would provide the ogre with an extravagant and exotic feast upon new races. In the end, Sgrogbraogg moved to his podium adjusted for his height with a strange contraption placed within the center, but it didn't matter much to the Tyrant as he scanned the smaller beings that would provide him a fierce competition for this 'wish'.

The Lady in White, she would provide a well preserved taste of beauty and lean flesh from the cold aura emitting from the lady.

The God Hand, the young supple taste would prove to be similar to a succulent juicy slabs of meat of well prepared veal.

The Fungal Knight, while most mushrooms in on itself carry a hearty meat-like flavor it seems that they would sadly only provide just a crunchy taste of a skeleton with no meat on its bones.

Smiley, this strange demon yet like all of its kind have taste beyond his palate which he just can't place but meat is meat to the ogre.

Queen of Terror, this one both combined two meats in one with their human body with the lean treat of lizard flesh which meant this one seemed the tastiest with its multiple textures and flavors.

The Blood Devil, quite a heavily armored shell of metal to protect their weak skin and flesh which makes a perfect built in boiling pan for that nice cooked human taste.

The Sentinel, yuck, mostly metal with a meak human inside means for a tasteless fight with too much effort for the feast at the end of the match.

Inari, beauty between his victims actually do provide a different taste, generally peeling and eating well managed skin beyond the dainty meat provides a good but not so filling meal.

Knight Sylvestre, similar to the Blood Knight, but with the handy halberd could provide a handy rotisserie knight like the pompous Bretonnian knights.

Gaben's Chosen, salty and sugary screams from the child, a good snack to eat but multiple versions would be rather unhealthy.

Captain K. Runch, a balanced breakfast that would provide a part of a healthy and nutritious meal but might provide a hint of salty flavor within its meat.

Seraphim, another warrior clad within a personal meat container but this one seems to have a personal roasting device strapped to their back which would provide a portable device for cooking up humans on the go.

The Apex Hunter, a most likely gamey meat which would be prepared well with other animals mixed within a hearty meaty stew fit for a filling and heavy dinner.

The Angel, yet another heavily armored knight, but this one provides the interesting development of bloodied wings which can be eaten fried for a tasty and juicy meal paired with a nice meat inside of the armor.

Blackjack, another fully armored character with a strange design that was completely foreign to the ogre. Anyhow, they look like a bipedal creature so they will most likely taste of human.

Angry Dragon, sadly not an actual dragon who's meat is actually some of the best meat the ogre had ever tasted in his life. A meager human that doesn't pack much meat on itself so another scrawny unfulfilling snack.

Mika, another child solider with soft and underdeveloped flesh which would provide tasty and soft bites of a young human.

With those 17 accounted for, Sgrogbraogg was just about to judge the rest of the contestants with his good eye for detecting how well an opponent would taste before he was rudely interrupted by a figure above the contestants. It was strangely just an unimpressive old lady, Sgrogbraogg was hoping for a more better tasting looking leader, but these eggheads tend to have leaders that don't have much meat on their bones. Anyway, with a strangely booming voice most likely produced by the strange machines propped right before her lips provided some vague information pertaining to the mysterious tournament and the arena which all these other-worldly beings will fight to the death over to get their apparent wish. The talk of other unknown dangers excited Sgrogbraogg slightly as well, more unknown meat with some treasure to boot was always another good incentive for brutally murdering other sentient beings. And finally the old woman gave some information about the strange devices before the contestants, the little trinket apparently handled their souls which was most likely impossible! The tiny contraption wouldn't be able to handle such a wide and girthy soul of Tyrant Sgrogbraogg Gaintbreaker Wallcrusher Mountaineater Drakedestroyer Gatecrasher Hoardmaster All-Maw the Large and Strong! Still, it was his to take so even if this trinket could somehow absorb souls it was most likely in his favor to keep it away from others. The ogre manhandled the small figure with his large hands, clumsily tying the trinket to his over-sized neck.

"Hmm, this tournament better be worth my time and effort human. If not I'll be here sooner or later and eat you and all of your friends personally,"

"Don't worry about it Tyrant Sgrogbraogg Gaintbreaker Wallcrusher Mountaineater Drakedestroyer Gatecrasher Hoardmaster All-Maw the Large and Strong. I'll be sure whatever you find will be beyond your expectations! Remember though, I'm betting some of my money on you, so try your best not to die."

"Hurr hurr hurr, human, you're a funny one. When I win in the end, I'll be sure to remember your name when I conquer the Old World." Sgrogbraogg cockily said, hefting up his great weapons once again, adjusting his gut-plate, and with a toothy grin was soon enveloped once again in a thick white fog to enter the blood bath of the Crucible.

The Crucible - Winner Take All

The apocalypse was nigh, fire consumed the hiding, blood runs through the streets like a rapid, bodies littered the landscape like leaves, and the few screams of the living perpetrated through the smell of defecation of rotted bodies. It truly was the end for the denizens of the land, however, this was a paradise for the greedy and hungry. These powerful few were collectively called the Ogre Kingdoms, a nomadic race of conquerors that raid, pillage, and eat everything that doesn’t bow beneath their mighty girth. The few that try to defy these giants are quickly quelled with absolute force, an army with each soldier on average more than twice the size of a human while they march with malicious eyes and grins to the demise of a defiant people. At the moment, this was the case for the proud dawi people, an ancient race of dwarves with the voracity and strength to survive since the beginning of this eternal conflict of the Old World. However, with Karak Krak’s underground city desecrated beyond repair, the powerful tribe of the All-Maw after a several month long siege planted their corrupted flag at the throne room of the dead dwarf king of the mountain. Ogres were then laughing as they strolled through the destroyed city, gathering and snacking on strewn bodies like candy as the monsters were pillaging the last of what they had came for to collect from these proud Dawi, their beer.

Cheers! The sentiment echoing throughout the canyon, ogres of all size celebrating their hard-earned victory over the stubborn dawi. A feast of enormous size was happening outside the bashed gate of Karak Krak, ogres of the All-Maw tribe wandering about drinking and eating their fill of tough dwarf flesh and mouth watering alcohol produced by these dead brewers. In the center of all of this commotion was one giant ogre, they towered over even the largest of the tribe and had enough power to crush an entire city with the wave of a hand. Tyrant Sgrogbraogg Gaintbreaker Wallcrusher Mountaineater Drakedestroyer Gatecrasher Hoardmaster All-Maw the Large and Strong was savouring his victory the most, as the leader of the All-Maw it was plain to see that he would be partying the hardest of them all. This was quite apparent as Sgrogbraogg was firmly grasping an entire tank of ale between his two meaty hands, the giant metal container of alcohol would have most likely crushed any person that tried to lift the object, but Sgrogbraogg was no mere person. “Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!” screamed out the surrounding ogres, watching in amazement as their leader was not only lifting the tank of ale but was simultaneously drinking all the contents with one single nasty slurp. As these great ogres were chanting with blood, meat, and spit escaping out of their slobbering mouths, the tank of ale had just reached an angle in which it was now perfectly vertical over Sgrogbraogg. Only silence was heard at this pivotal moment, the gluttonous slurping had been quelled and soon with concentrated strength of the Tyrant, the giant metal tank was soon violently crushed between his two meaty arms and slammed onto the ground with a grinning leader standing on top. The All-Maw clan then erupted in cheers, laughing heartily at the amazing feat that their Tyrant had just pulled off, this act cementing once again why Sgrogbraogg was the leader of the All-Maw.

“There are two thing that these Dawi can do right, give us tough meaty flesh and good ass tasting ale!” Sgrogbraogg yelled, the surrounding ogres toasting to their leader before resuming back to their endless feasting of the dwarven flesh. With that stunt over, the Tyrant walked his way over towards his personal hut. All ogres cheering and toasting their leader as he passed by the various soldiers of fortune. “Ugh, I think all that ale I just drank is heavier than what I am right now,” Sgrogbraogg thought to himself, the slurry of food and drink sloshing through his enormous belly as he stomped his way through the bloodied landscape.

Entering his abode, Sgrogbraogg looked around the hut to check if anything had moved but it seemed that everything was in place. Loosening his gut plate revealing a giant jiggling belly, Sgrogbraogg went over to his private ditch to take a mighty shit worth of being the leader of the All-Maw. Squatting near the trench, the Tyrant soon noticed his hut mysteriously fogging up as the misty clouds soon became thick enough which rendered his sight to just beyond his hands. “What’s this then?” Sgrogbraogg questioned, his voice booming across the hut yet was still squatting near his private trench. The Tyrant tried waved his arms, checking if anyone was near the leader finding that no one was stupid enough to get close enough to the towering monster. “C’mon, I don’t got all day. I’ll kill ya while I’m shitting and use your dead body to wipe my ass if you don’t speak up right now.”

A few moments of silence continued before a stranger’s voice perpetrated through the fog. “Calm yourself, Tyrant Sgrogbraogg Gaintbreaker Wallcrusher Mountaineater Drakedestroyer Gatecrasher Hoardmaster All-Maw the Large and Strong. We have come far to find you and offer up an opportunity that you don’t want to miss.”

“Heh, not a lot of people keep up with my name… What’s your offer? My men are itching for another fight, so if you’re hiring us then this better be a good price or your body will be sticking all the way in Hell when I’m done with you.”

“We do not offer this deal to anyone, Tyrant. Only to the few that we deem strong enough are able to participate and your strength has greatly peaked our interest. We offer you not one physical object to satisfy one desire, but we serve you an opportunity to satiate all your desires with a tournament to fight for a single wish of your choice.”

“A wish? A tournament? BWHAHAHAHA! You expect me to fall for such a poor ruse? I don’t know why you think I’m as stupid as an orc, but unless you are Gods, I’ll be getting up right now and pop you in my mouth for a crunchy treat!” Tyrant laughed, raising himself from his latrine as he finished his nasty business with cleaning the mess with several books of the Holy Book of Sigmar.

The Tyrant slowly stumbled through his home, waving his arms around being careful to not accidently destroy his stuff searching for the mysterious guest. However, this person seemed to avoid his fatal grasp at every turn while calmly continuing his elevator pitch to the man-eating monster. “I’d advise you to reconsider my offer Tyrant Sgrogbraogg. I know you are an ogre of great desire like others, but your desire is far greater than any other which allowed you to gain such strength and will. Heed my words once again, if you are able to crush this competition of blood like your earlier days, you will find yourself able to rule this world.”

“Bah! You have done your research well human, but what gives you the right to dictate what I can and can’t do? My strength is mine alone, I don’t need your stupid magic to give mysel-”

“Magic and gaining power? I wonder why that sounds so familiar Sgrogbraogg? Does it mean that the dark magic didn’t turn your frail body into the ogre you are today? Please, think of this like another upgrade of your strength provided by your glorious god, the Great Maw. I must say that it will be hard earned as the greater power you receive must be met with a greater trail. Through your unlikely survival to your adulthood you gained the power to rule over your tribe, and to receive the power to conquer worlds you must face off against the greatest powers across the worlds!”

The final words stopped the Tyrant in his tracks as his brain started to churn with thought, the stranger’s magical fog soon faded away revealing a gas-masked stranger with a seemingly smaller version of the human standing behind the masked stranger. The mystery man then gestured to the various weapons laid across the room, and with one look towards the masked human Sgrogbraogg began to laugh at the antics of the masked man. “I must say, you do make a compelling argument… Bah! You’ve made your case stranger, you’ve peaked my interest which means I won’t eat you… For now. Let me get my stuff ready.”

“My name is Doctor Linas Richards for future use. I must say it was my pleasure to convince you to join me. Most of the recruiters didn’t want to risk themselves to your high-risk profile, especially my daughter Mary here, but seeing and talking to you in person has enlightened me about your unique profile.”

“Heh, you talk funny human. Now, you best sneak off wherever you came from, I can say for sure that one of my men will try to eat and your little assistant if you reveal yourself to them… Like me,”

“No need Tyrant, just follow us out and we will be on our way to the Inquisitional College. You might want to watch your head at the door ways when we arrive, we never accounted for 16-foot tall people in the construction.” As Linas made his way out of the hut, Sgrogbraogg was slightly confused by his words as it would take some time to get out of these treacherous mountains, but as the Tyrant exited his home the ogre was suddenly flooded with new sensory information.

Wincing at the sudden brightness, he was confused for a few moments as the great feasting was at the dead of night, not in the bright afternoon. Sgrogbraogg further found himself in an unfamiliar situation as buildings of strange architecture crowded the Tyrant and in the distance was a city almost as large as Altdorf! In slight amazement, he looked behind him to find his hut was gone as well with Linas and Mary beckoning Sgrogbraogg towards the college with a pathway paved with brilliant white stone. “Hmpfh, maybe these guys are Gods,” Tyrant mumbled to himself, hefting his mighty weapons strapped to his back and readjusted his gut plate before stomping his way towards his next great adventure.