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STATUS: And maybe most people don't like getting a single line back in response to a few paragraphs? Like whatever floats your boat, but there's a reason Free exists. 2 yrs ago
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And maybe most people don't like getting a single line back in response to a few paragraphs? Like whatever floats your boat, but there's a reason Free exists.
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3 yrs ago
Hey now, he's becoming self-aware. Don't take that from him.
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3 yrs ago
If the man's is asking for a ban, might as well give it to him. Good riddance.
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3 yrs ago
Then you'd just be crying about why it's permanent instead.
3 yrs ago
Oh no, oh no. Someone warn his "roommate" Smarty's about to lose it.
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Ihosha resisted the urge to rub their eyes with messy hands as stars danced in their vision. Breathing unsteadily as it looked down at the fresh corpse, the third eye slowly cracked open and Ihosha’s head tilted as something seemed to catch their attention. Nudging the briar covered body over onto its back with the end of their staff, the silvered weapon was raised and poised to slam down on the torso when they stopped for a moment and turned to look at the others that were the closest.
“Dwyn triggered something. It followed her down the e-“ Whatever else they might have said was cut off by the scream that came from the Eastern passage, interrupting and making their point at the same time. Figuring things were clear enough at that point, Ihosha still flinched as more gunfire filled the chamber and returned the ringing in their ears to painful levels.
Scrunching up with a wince as stone was pulverized underneath the firepower brought the stairs crumbling down at the center, Ihosha finally drove the narrow end of their staff down into the corpse’s torso. Their third eye had to squeeze shut tightly with the flash of gunfire lighting up the room, but again the mark on the void within the corpse seemed to linger for a moment; long enough for Ihosha to try and strike at the physical spot it appeared upon within the body.
Gagging a bit as some of their robes were stained by some of the disgusting fluid, Ihosha ignored how their eyes watered at the stench. Instead, focusing on what laid beyond the physical, their head titlted at the curiosity beneath them. It seemed the Mark had been placed on after these individuals had been Blighted? Hard to be certain, but it definitely didn't seem that the brand was somehow shining through the void that continued to linger within, even after its death.
Yet how were they supposed to draw out this darkness? Nera had mentioned their stigma was supposed to assist in the burden of absorbing the darkness, but it currently seemed quite intent on clinging to the dead corpse. Could it be revived even now? The mark had faded, but there was nothing that hinted it could not be replaced if a lantern bearer had some time to work on the battered corpse. The commotion drew even closer and Ihosha spared a glance at one of others... Ezain who'd returned. Clicking their tongue at the thought of giving another mark-bearer to the mad and lost coming for them, they turned their attention towards the corpse again.
Only moments left before they had to run. Better make them count. Breathing deeply and filling their lungs with the sickly scent of decay and rot, the silvered staff faded from existence and left only an entry wound into the corpse's torso. The third eye burned with power as they searched for even the faintest strand with which to grasp and tear the darkness from its place within the corpse.
Stumbling in surprise as their foot sank into the pile of rotten matter, Ihosha stared at the writhing mass of darkness they now held. While it had destroyed the body with startling effectiveness, the act of tearing the Blight free was probably even more difficult than beating them down with brute force. Squeezing the root within their hand, the light show of sparks only intensified as it seemed to redouble its efforts to try and burrow into their skin. Did it somehow fear dea-
Hunching over as pain flared in their forehead again, a purplish light bathed over the writhing darkness as their third eye stared at it with interest and... hunger? Going still under the scrutiny of the alien eye, a few drops of blood that splattered onto it seemed to stir it back into a frenzy and this time it sank beneath their skin with startling ease. Clutching their hand with a choked gasp of pain, Ihosha stared as the bulging mass wormed its way up the forearm before finally stopping, sliding backwards, and then settling.
Curious and concerning. Would it be able to draw the Blight from within others to itself? It was not a possibility they wished to test before they had strengthened themselves further. Allowing their robe to fall down and fully cover the Blighted arm, Ihosha called their staff to their other hand and planted it against the floor even as another salvo of gunshots rocked the chamber. Clicking their tongue again, it felt like such a waste to simply allow Ezain to sacrifice himself, and the feeling was... stronger this time? "Focus," they murmured before shaking their head to clear away such thoughts.
"Careful!" Calling out to the two that had gone ahead, Ihosha hurried after them as well. "Something already gave chase after Dwyn!"
“Dwyn triggered something. It followed her down the e-“ Whatever else they might have said was cut off by the scream that came from the Eastern passage, interrupting and making their point at the same time. Figuring things were clear enough at that point, Ihosha still flinched as more gunfire filled the chamber and returned the ringing in their ears to painful levels.
Scrunching up with a wince as stone was pulverized underneath the firepower brought the stairs crumbling down at the center, Ihosha finally drove the narrow end of their staff down into the corpse’s torso. Their third eye had to squeeze shut tightly with the flash of gunfire lighting up the room, but again the mark on the void within the corpse seemed to linger for a moment; long enough for Ihosha to try and strike at the physical spot it appeared upon within the body.
Striking the engorged spot caused a bunch of black puss to splatter out, releasing a foul smell in the air. More rancid than usual. Maybe a leak of some intestinal gas? But other than that, it did not seem to cause any other effect other than make a mess.
The strange Mark and parasitic nature of the vaccuous 'Blight' seemed seperate from one another though, seeing as the inkling lines began to quickly fade with the passing seconds, while the dark essence remained. In that case, was the Mark more of a brand? But the Blight seemed to destory any semblence of essence, as suggested by the lack of their soul while they themselves possessed such a thing. So how could a spell like that exist in collation with it? It was one big mystery.
But what was clear from this informal prodding, is that the Blight and the condition of its vessel were not intrinsic. As the death of zombified human did not cause the dark disease to expire outright, appearing to continue to swirl viciously within. It was like a creature trapped within its shell. Was this how their unique revival magic worked, by somehow tapping into this vile thing? That also brought up the question of what will happen if the main blighted nucleus were to be severed from their host. Maybe Ihosha might be on the course onto finding some sort of weakness by which to exploit these ungodly abominations than swinging wildly and hoping to rely on the strength of their weapons.
But it was hard to affirm that claim without proper testing. Maybe if she were more given time to examine the other corpses, she might find conclusive evidence?
Gagging a bit as some of their robes were stained by some of the disgusting fluid, Ihosha ignored how their eyes watered at the stench. Instead, focusing on what laid beyond the physical, their head titlted at the curiosity beneath them. It seemed the Mark had been placed on after these individuals had been Blighted? Hard to be certain, but it definitely didn't seem that the brand was somehow shining through the void that continued to linger within, even after its death.
Yet how were they supposed to draw out this darkness? Nera had mentioned their stigma was supposed to assist in the burden of absorbing the darkness, but it currently seemed quite intent on clinging to the dead corpse. Could it be revived even now? The mark had faded, but there was nothing that hinted it could not be replaced if a lantern bearer had some time to work on the battered corpse. The commotion drew even closer and Ihosha spared a glance at one of others... Ezain who'd returned. Clicking their tongue at the thought of giving another mark-bearer to the mad and lost coming for them, they turned their attention towards the corpse again.
Only moments left before they had to run. Better make them count. Breathing deeply and filling their lungs with the sickly scent of decay and rot, the silvered staff faded from existence and left only an entry wound into the corpse's torso. The third eye burned with power as they searched for even the faintest strand with which to grasp and tear the darkness from its place within the corpse.
Spotting the central place where most of the darkness collected, they reached down. When their hand pushed into the fleshy chasm, something stirred slightly, and writhed as she pulled forth a black-gushed root of sorts. And she would notice soon after, the body she extracted the Blight would begin to rot and decay rapidly, becoming nothing but a pile of mush and metal pieces. With this, it might be safe to assume that doing so to a 'living' speciment would yield a similar result.
What was left is the thing in her hands. The nasty little core was covered in grassy fur that shivered in the air and smaller veins that seemed to... try and bore into their skin. But with its attempts to try and consume her, were stopped by the Stigma Nera insrcibed in their very beings. The foul things attempts were met with tiny zaps and sparks, but it continued on regardless, mindlessly trying to reach its new host. However, something strange happened. Her third eye started spinning upon realizing the contact with the thing, glowing bright as gurgling voice filling her head. Closing shut and dripping with blood again, the root then managed to bypass the warding magic and sink deep into her flesh.
It felt painful as it merged with her flesh, but the root did not stray any further. As though scared of something deep within Ihosha. Somehow, she felt she can control the thing. But how and to what extent, she had no idea. That also begged the question of whether it can do the same in return, given enough mass. A troubling notion indeed.
Stumbling in surprise as their foot sank into the pile of rotten matter, Ihosha stared at the writhing mass of darkness they now held. While it had destroyed the body with startling effectiveness, the act of tearing the Blight free was probably even more difficult than beating them down with brute force. Squeezing the root within their hand, the light show of sparks only intensified as it seemed to redouble its efforts to try and burrow into their skin. Did it somehow fear dea-
Hunching over as pain flared in their forehead again, a purplish light bathed over the writhing darkness as their third eye stared at it with interest and... hunger? Going still under the scrutiny of the alien eye, a few drops of blood that splattered onto it seemed to stir it back into a frenzy and this time it sank beneath their skin with startling ease. Clutching their hand with a choked gasp of pain, Ihosha stared as the bulging mass wormed its way up the forearm before finally stopping, sliding backwards, and then settling.
Curious and concerning. Would it be able to draw the Blight from within others to itself? It was not a possibility they wished to test before they had strengthened themselves further. Allowing their robe to fall down and fully cover the Blighted arm, Ihosha called their staff to their other hand and planted it against the floor even as another salvo of gunshots rocked the chamber. Clicking their tongue again, it felt like such a waste to simply allow Ezain to sacrifice himself, and the feeling was... stronger this time? "Focus," they murmured before shaking their head to clear away such thoughts.
"Careful!" Calling out to the two that had gone ahead, Ihosha hurried after them as well. "Something already gave chase after Dwyn!"
Screaming in pain as their back hit the ground, the sudden flash of knight might as well have been a knife right to Ihosha’s forehead. It made the discomfort caused by the barrage of information fed by the third eye seem paltry in comparison, and they could feel the eye writhe beneath the hand slapped over it. Gasping and coughing at the foul taste in their mouth, Ihosha rolled over slowly with a groan as the pain faded to more manageable levels. The intense ringing refused to abate from their ears though, and they were slow to prop themselves up and take a look around to try and reassess the situation. The ground seemed to rumble and shake as the tunnel finally collapsed atop the blighted ones, and Ihosha stared at it for a moment. A pity about the most likely crushed lanterns, but it was probably a trade in their favor.
The two remaining blighted ones had to be dealt with though, and the question now was who did they try and assist? The bowman forced into close quarters, but seemingly ready to hold his own, or the two tired and poorly positioned about to take another blast from the hand-cannon head on. … Well when it was thought of in that way, the choice wasn’t that difficult was it? Or did it have to be a choice? Looking down at the staff cradled in their hands, Ihosha wished it was a bit more aerodynamic and wieldy, but better than one of the blackened monstrosities everyone else seemed to be stuck with.
Though their mind felt a bit frayed from the third eye’s observations, Ihosha grit their teeth and pushed their body forward. Physically, it should be fine right? No time but the present to find out. Spinning around, they tossed the staff sideways like a boomerang at the back of the blighted one engaging Solomon, hoping to knock them off balance. Their vision wasn’t the clearest, still somewhat dazzled by the bright cannon fire, but the symbol marked on its torso was clear as ever and even seemed to draw their attention. Focusing on that to help them aim, Ihosha finished their turn and surged up onto their feet.
Joining the sailor who’d abandoned his anchor in the rush for the cannon wielder, Ihosha scrunched their third eye shut and held out a hand. The dull smack of the thrown staff hitting something, although they didn’t look back to see what, was just caught as they listened out for it. Focusing and tugging on the faint connection that seemed to exist, a small grin split their face as the comforting weight materialized within their hand and they grabbed it firmly. Though the room was no longer quite as clear with their darkvision cut off, the strange symbol seemed to linger in their sight like a fading wisp. Grunting as they grasped the staff by the bottom end with both hands, Ihosha tried to halt themselves and transfer all that momentum into the swing at the blighted man’s soul-mark.
The two remaining blighted ones had to be dealt with though, and the question now was who did they try and assist? The bowman forced into close quarters, but seemingly ready to hold his own, or the two tired and poorly positioned about to take another blast from the hand-cannon head on. … Well when it was thought of in that way, the choice wasn’t that difficult was it? Or did it have to be a choice? Looking down at the staff cradled in their hands, Ihosha wished it was a bit more aerodynamic and wieldy, but better than one of the blackened monstrosities everyone else seemed to be stuck with.
Though their mind felt a bit frayed from the third eye’s observations, Ihosha grit their teeth and pushed their body forward. Physically, it should be fine right? No time but the present to find out. Spinning around, they tossed the staff sideways like a boomerang at the back of the blighted one engaging Solomon, hoping to knock them off balance. Their vision wasn’t the clearest, still somewhat dazzled by the bright cannon fire, but the symbol marked on its torso was clear as ever and even seemed to draw their attention. Focusing on that to help them aim, Ihosha finished their turn and surged up onto their feet.
Joining the sailor who’d abandoned his anchor in the rush for the cannon wielder, Ihosha scrunched their third eye shut and held out a hand. The dull smack of the thrown staff hitting something, although they didn’t look back to see what, was just caught as they listened out for it. Focusing and tugging on the faint connection that seemed to exist, a small grin split their face as the comforting weight materialized within their hand and they grabbed it firmly. Though the room was no longer quite as clear with their darkvision cut off, the strange symbol seemed to linger in their sight like a fading wisp. Grunting as they grasped the staff by the bottom end with both hands, Ihosha tried to halt themselves and transfer all that momentum into the swing at the blighted man’s soul-mark.
Also, does anyone know where @Zombehs went? I'm a little worried for them in a genuine way. Are they okay? I also don't want to leave them too far behind because of a sickness or school or anything.
Nothing as important as either, but just a lack of desire to roleplay. I already missed the Thursday deadline I set for myself, so yeah...
Still around, just feeling a bit meh. I'll try and post by Thursday, but go ahead and move on if ya want.
DO. NOT. TRUST. PATCHES.
Also wow, Ihosha's not even going to make it to final boss before getting put down at this rate.
Also, vertical swings are just going to end up with the whip sword buried in the ceiling and causing a cave in so, "Rocks fall, everyone dies."
Also wow, Ihosha's not even going to make it to final boss before getting put down at this rate.
Also, vertical swings are just going to end up with the whip sword buried in the ceiling and causing a cave in so, "Rocks fall, everyone dies."
“You don’t mind Liza, do you?” Septim asked amusedly as he glanced over the new girl. Posture indicated training despite the seemingly lax nature, clone probably indicated very early training or perhaps even designed for a specific purpose? Not enough information to be certain.
Frowning behind his helmet as one of the six went up in flames, Septim held back the urge to give the giant reptile a friendly warning shot to the hand. The darn thing hadn’t even participated, and it was taking an entire sixth of their current food supply?! Instead, he manifested a handgun and sent a round into the ground at Jackal’s feet. “That’s your freebie,” he said in a friendly tone, “next time, no work, no food.” Letting the manifestation fade away afterwards, he hoped the message had gotten through to the dragonic being.
“Because working together is easier if we know each other's names and what each of us can do.” Septim answered the armored humanoid before he tilted his head. “Also, any relevant past experience would be nice to bring up. There seems to be people from all sorts of time periods and worlds.” Tapping his helmet, the frontal section seemed to disconnect and attach to his face before he pulled the rest off; leaving Septim with a gas-mask-esque piece.
Letting his long crimson hair out with a shake of the head, Septim tucked the helmet beneath an arm and looked towards the two that decided the meeting was important enough to pay attention to. His smile was hidden by the piece he still wore, but it reached his eyes. “Mmm. Too many different species to tell, but yes, a few days might drive some desperate,” he agreed with Mable as he glanced over the hundreds alone that he could see, "some might just need to be hungry..."
“Game is… apt, I suppose,” Septim admitted after some thought. The scale of the rewards were far greater than what he was used to, but he knew of some that saw Marks as challenges and dived into them for their own amusement, so Mable’s comparison wasn’t completely out of place. “Given our first reward though, exploring further is a priority. It seems likely we’ll get access to food, shelter, and other necessities as subsequent rewards.”
Frowning behind his helmet as one of the six went up in flames, Septim held back the urge to give the giant reptile a friendly warning shot to the hand. The darn thing hadn’t even participated, and it was taking an entire sixth of their current food supply?! Instead, he manifested a handgun and sent a round into the ground at Jackal’s feet. “That’s your freebie,” he said in a friendly tone, “next time, no work, no food.” Letting the manifestation fade away afterwards, he hoped the message had gotten through to the dragonic being.
“Because working together is easier if we know each other's names and what each of us can do.” Septim answered the armored humanoid before he tilted his head. “Also, any relevant past experience would be nice to bring up. There seems to be people from all sorts of time periods and worlds.” Tapping his helmet, the frontal section seemed to disconnect and attach to his face before he pulled the rest off; leaving Septim with a gas-mask-esque piece.
Letting his long crimson hair out with a shake of the head, Septim tucked the helmet beneath an arm and looked towards the two that decided the meeting was important enough to pay attention to. His smile was hidden by the piece he still wore, but it reached his eyes. “Mmm. Too many different species to tell, but yes, a few days might drive some desperate,” he agreed with Mable as he glanced over the hundreds alone that he could see, "some might just need to be hungry..."
“Game is… apt, I suppose,” Septim admitted after some thought. The scale of the rewards were far greater than what he was used to, but he knew of some that saw Marks as challenges and dived into them for their own amusement, so Mable’s comparison wasn’t completely out of place. “Given our first reward though, exploring further is a priority. It seems likely we’ll get access to food, shelter, and other necessities as subsequent rewards.”
@Pleek@Shisa
Stepping back to give the man some room, Udrace hmphed as he spun around and scattered a flock of small bat-like demons that had noticed them on the rooftop. Tracking their flight for a moment, he marked them as satisfactorily dispersed before he turned back to face Cane.
Taking the card from the man, Udrac held it up as he squinted at the fine print before he turned it around to look at the signature on its back. “Legal representation,” he muttered, as if testing the phrase out for the first time, before he carefully folded the card in half and tucked it away for safekeeping.
Stroking his beard as much of what Saxton said flew over his head, he decided that the man must ultimately be fine if he was this wordy. Peering over the edge, Udrac walked around the edge of the rooftop before pausing for a moment. Rubbing at his beard, he cocked his head, squinted, and then nodded. While he would have preferred to keep raining punishment on the Hellspawn from the lofty vantage point, he had a responsibility to the one he had saved as well.
“Call me Udrac,” he declared first off as he gestured to westward, “and descending from rooftops shall be the quickest method downward. Simply point me towards this Lukewarm Avenue, and I will see you arrive safely.” Glancing Saxton up and down for a moment, he then added, "S'long as you do not mind being carr-"
The ship sailing through the midst of the city proved to be more important than the latest arrival that joined the pair on the rooftop though. Watching as it seemingly indiscriminately hurled firebombs and added to the chaos of the demonic invasion in progress, Udrac frowned as he cracked his knuckles. "It seems there are, ah, bigger fish to catch?" He sounded a bit unsure of the idiom as he looked between the two men. "He worries about you though, so I leave you in his care." Nodding once more, he crouched and then leapt from the rooftop.
Stepping back to give the man some room, Udrace hmphed as he spun around and scattered a flock of small bat-like demons that had noticed them on the rooftop. Tracking their flight for a moment, he marked them as satisfactorily dispersed before he turned back to face Cane.
Taking the card from the man, Udrac held it up as he squinted at the fine print before he turned it around to look at the signature on its back. “Legal representation,” he muttered, as if testing the phrase out for the first time, before he carefully folded the card in half and tucked it away for safekeeping.
Stroking his beard as much of what Saxton said flew over his head, he decided that the man must ultimately be fine if he was this wordy. Peering over the edge, Udrac walked around the edge of the rooftop before pausing for a moment. Rubbing at his beard, he cocked his head, squinted, and then nodded. While he would have preferred to keep raining punishment on the Hellspawn from the lofty vantage point, he had a responsibility to the one he had saved as well.
“Call me Udrac,” he declared first off as he gestured to westward, “and descending from rooftops shall be the quickest method downward. Simply point me towards this Lukewarm Avenue, and I will see you arrive safely.” Glancing Saxton up and down for a moment, he then added, "S'long as you do not mind being carr-"
The ship sailing through the midst of the city proved to be more important than the latest arrival that joined the pair on the rooftop though. Watching as it seemingly indiscriminately hurled firebombs and added to the chaos of the demonic invasion in progress, Udrac frowned as he cracked his knuckles. "It seems there are, ah, bigger fish to catch?" He sounded a bit unsure of the idiom as he looked between the two men. "He worries about you though, so I leave you in his care." Nodding once more, he crouched and then leapt from the rooftop.
Having hidden behind one of the thorned rocks, the spirit looked on as others swarmed over the overseer like a swarm of vermin. It shuddered as one flew off, bouncing against the blackened ground before rolling to a stop. That could have been it if it had joined the others in this mad attempt at… rebellion? Yet despite being madness in its mind, it seemed that they were successful against the odds.
Recoiling in disgust as the slaver’s disgorged belly burst open, it hid behind the rock as the rush of blood and organs slopped and squelched with their exit. A mighty splash rumbled the ground beneath its feet and the spirit finally peeked back around to witness the overseer face first in a pile of its own steaming offal. Clutching at two of the numerous spikes that jutted from the rock it hid behind, the spirit looked around nervously as the Horned Guard seemed truly well and dead. What did they do now? Surely they’d all be punished when the replacement arrived?
Its panicked thoughts were interrupted by the horrific stench that blew forth from the corpse, and the spirit stumbled around, dazed and nauseated. Falling backwards after poking itself on one of the thorns by accident, the spirit landed on the ground and shook its head furiously to try and clear away the foul smell. Thankfully the stench faded in a few short moments, leaving the spirit sitting on the ground as it looked back towards the others and the corpse.
Jumping to its feet in surprise when it could no longer see the Horned Guard, the spirit felt part of its face slowly split open as it noticed the glowing pearls where the overseer had died. Its grip tightened around the thorns as it held itself back though. A quick count revealed there were not enough for it to take a share, even if it had done anything to warrant any. Shuddering as they seemed to call out towards it though, the spirit looked away as the others began to feast on the delectable looking morsels. Very well aware of its hunger, the spirit looked at the body of its impaled kind and wondered if their corpses might curb some of the pains its stomach felt.
Smearing its hand in the blood that dripped from the various corpses, the spirit took a cautious lick of the warm liquid. It was neither pleasant nor unpleasant, but the overseer had seemed to enjoy the taste of them quite a bit. Revulsion at the thought of becoming even a bit similar to the Horned Guard stayed the spirit for a while as the others began to change, but the hunger demanded to be fed. Grimacing as it raised a limp arm to its face, the spirit bit down and shook its head to tear a piece of flesh from the corpse. Gnawing and chewing on the piece was rather unpleasant, and it eventually spit the mashed up meat onto the floor with a gag.
It only felt hungrier after that failed attempt, but something more pressing demanded the spirit’s attention. A fin breaking the surface of the magma, quite large in size, and hinting at the size of what laid beneath. Panic welled up in the spirit once again, and it looked towards the changed others. So much larger and more than it currently was. They had fought back against the Horned Guard, so surely it would be safer to go along with them? Dashing from behind the thorned rock into the midst of their group, it looked around at their strange forms in a fit of confusion. Which one was the safest to go with?
Stopping as the one closest bent down, the spirit felt a bit calmer with one closer to eye level. Reaching up to grasp the offered hand, it couldn’t understand why the creature was so calm though. Did it not see the new monstrosity approaching?!? Trying its best to climb up the Captain’s arm proved to be a rather fruitless endeavor, and it gave up as a massive splash heralded the monster’s arrival.
Staring at the gargantuan lave beast, the spirit felt its knees buckle and give out underneath it as it collapsed against the ground and shivered helplessly. This was to the Horned Guard what they had been to their overseer. The difference was staggering, and the spirit could barely stay conscious in the face of such overwhelming power. It barely even registered as someone scooped it up off the ground and laid it upon a cooler and smooth surface, but it retained enough presence of mind to obey the order and gripped on tightly. Maybe they would escape from this after all…
Recoiling in disgust as the slaver’s disgorged belly burst open, it hid behind the rock as the rush of blood and organs slopped and squelched with their exit. A mighty splash rumbled the ground beneath its feet and the spirit finally peeked back around to witness the overseer face first in a pile of its own steaming offal. Clutching at two of the numerous spikes that jutted from the rock it hid behind, the spirit looked around nervously as the Horned Guard seemed truly well and dead. What did they do now? Surely they’d all be punished when the replacement arrived?
Its panicked thoughts were interrupted by the horrific stench that blew forth from the corpse, and the spirit stumbled around, dazed and nauseated. Falling backwards after poking itself on one of the thorns by accident, the spirit landed on the ground and shook its head furiously to try and clear away the foul smell. Thankfully the stench faded in a few short moments, leaving the spirit sitting on the ground as it looked back towards the others and the corpse.
Jumping to its feet in surprise when it could no longer see the Horned Guard, the spirit felt part of its face slowly split open as it noticed the glowing pearls where the overseer had died. Its grip tightened around the thorns as it held itself back though. A quick count revealed there were not enough for it to take a share, even if it had done anything to warrant any. Shuddering as they seemed to call out towards it though, the spirit looked away as the others began to feast on the delectable looking morsels. Very well aware of its hunger, the spirit looked at the body of its impaled kind and wondered if their corpses might curb some of the pains its stomach felt.
Smearing its hand in the blood that dripped from the various corpses, the spirit took a cautious lick of the warm liquid. It was neither pleasant nor unpleasant, but the overseer had seemed to enjoy the taste of them quite a bit. Revulsion at the thought of becoming even a bit similar to the Horned Guard stayed the spirit for a while as the others began to change, but the hunger demanded to be fed. Grimacing as it raised a limp arm to its face, the spirit bit down and shook its head to tear a piece of flesh from the corpse. Gnawing and chewing on the piece was rather unpleasant, and it eventually spit the mashed up meat onto the floor with a gag.
It only felt hungrier after that failed attempt, but something more pressing demanded the spirit’s attention. A fin breaking the surface of the magma, quite large in size, and hinting at the size of what laid beneath. Panic welled up in the spirit once again, and it looked towards the changed others. So much larger and more than it currently was. They had fought back against the Horned Guard, so surely it would be safer to go along with them? Dashing from behind the thorned rock into the midst of their group, it looked around at their strange forms in a fit of confusion. Which one was the safest to go with?
Stopping as the one closest bent down, the spirit felt a bit calmer with one closer to eye level. Reaching up to grasp the offered hand, it couldn’t understand why the creature was so calm though. Did it not see the new monstrosity approaching?!? Trying its best to climb up the Captain’s arm proved to be a rather fruitless endeavor, and it gave up as a massive splash heralded the monster’s arrival.
Staring at the gargantuan lave beast, the spirit felt its knees buckle and give out underneath it as it collapsed against the ground and shivered helplessly. This was to the Horned Guard what they had been to their overseer. The difference was staggering, and the spirit could barely stay conscious in the face of such overwhelming power. It barely even registered as someone scooped it up off the ground and laid it upon a cooler and smooth surface, but it retained enough presence of mind to obey the order and gripped on tightly. Maybe they would escape from this after all…
Oh... I didn't realize I was supposed to post yet. Whoops. I'll try and get something up tomorrow then.
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