New Malice - Open (Walk-In)

[Intrepidation]

Watching the things around her didn’t make her stir all that much. Hearing the Kraken roar then bring down a giant anchor to the ground. She smiled having it slightly remind her of her old marine lifestyle. Her foot tapping gently against the ground feeling the tremors almost asking for more. Stepping quite calmly over the cracks that were forming, smiling to the sudden burst of water turned projectile. Yet she didn’t move, instead letting her body form to water and disappearing into the rest of water around. “Ye’ know. I may only be undead, but the new-found gift I’ve been given is rather nice. It makes for a rather nifty trick.” Slowly letting herself reassemble back to piece she was close to the Artificer, upon hearing the voice speaking again. This time paying a bit more attention to it. Her head would go to look up at the gears. A soft shake of her head and a soft laugh. Destroy the gears, huh? “Well that’s much easia’ said than done dontcha think? Ah’ well, mighty be gettin’ to it.” Quickly forming back into the water, it wasn’t all that hard to find a spot to angle from and receive minimal to almost no damage. Reforming in her hiding spot, then slipping out one of her guns, once she had her sights on it, she took it then pulling back, reloading two more times, taking those shots hoping one would hit it’s mark.

Faux Soul

[A Decayed Autumn]

Intrepidation

Time remaining; Forty-Five Minutes. Seven Seconds. Warning...Warning..Ten minutes have past...Toxin levels increase by five percent.

The thick hazy fog that had lingered near the ground, began to grow thicker. The life of the water now becoming a dark murky green color as the decay began to sat in. Twenty more minute...Lich Plague would sit in, neither this doll he used to protect his precious fragment, these creatures that served under him, nor this woman would live here alive. Well, if they left alive..The plague would affect them all their life..

The Artificer's eyes watched as his creature's attacks began to fail, a deep sigh moving to pass towards his lips. "Pathetic..." He spoke out, as he began to stride forward. As the three bullets moved clanking against the gear cogs, his eyes quickly shifted, watching the main one break, and start to crumble falling to the ground. Blood now began to trickle down from his lips, his head shaking a bit.

"Your abilities...Unique...Far from normal...Number One would love to dissect you...Yet, you still take a mission from him.....Without knowing the true dangers..These voices. I left them to lead you, to win...To stop me. To stop him...But for every piece of knowledge gained..." His voice called out, before his hand lashed out towards Kraken's face, bringing it in close, his smirk began to grow it's sickest. His hand crushing the mask, before removing the head of the creature.

The essences of the creature's life now circling around the man, as he reached up throwing the coat off of his body. The amethyst hues began to brighten, as they changed to a deep amber color. The piece the gears were connected to now, showing. As the wire tangled mechanical heart slowly began to beat. The sand tone lips cracking as the sick grew even more disturbing. This was the price paid, his life span may of been shortened, however this was the cost of weakening him, the gift of knowledge had a price to pay towards they who heeded it's words.

A small laughter? Yes some would call that. Now the insane song began to play within his mind, that's all he could hear. Blood still dripping from his lips, and nose from his nostrils. That melody, oh that sweet music that drove those who induced within it's notes, completely insane.

Moving his hand off to the side, he grasped onto the stock of a large scythe, his feet moving to rest onto the crescent blade of it. He wasn't going to let these pathetic, fast made creatures work for him now. A whistle moved out, as the feral like Levithan hopped back, it's head lowering in shame, as it began to writhe. The toxins already taking a hold of it's form, and causing nothing but bones to fall.

Kicking his foot forward, the scythe began to spin, as him and it took off. It's directions wasn't precise, no this was more of so, to bounce around the area and slice anything that got into it's path. He would use this tactic, to split up the water as she took those forms. He was readying his end game, since his time had been shorted, and his weak spot had been exposed. He could care less if he ever made contact with her this time, this was to set up even more attacking strikes to come.

"The Second One's Heart beats through dolls. He cannot live within our world without puppets. The One the call Seph....He separated himself to make sure he retained the most of the power, over the other two. The artificial dolls of Number Two..Linked to the music box of the General..

Raven's song produced in Seph's own deathly tone, linked to course through the doll's veins once a gear is destroyed. Three gears on each one, a heart to destroy. But as each gear is destroyed, the rougher it becomes to keep up with the beast.

Madness, is the key....

The music box, long fallen to the darkness.

[-xI Ender Ix-]

Your Pride and Joy

Aurianeh

Castle Romeo

Geekie-chan

Mrs Bunni

Ender winced slightly as she accused him of a better path. While in some cases, some ways, it might have been true. Children were more well suited to growing up in a peaceful place, not troubled, nor worried about the darker things that lurked about. However, was that good for him, or the mother? It was her choice ultimately, and no was the answer. Her stubborn mind, Patience that is, issued as much an ultimatum as a solution, sealing Auri in a tower. A Pang of Kinship hit him hard, as he realized she was as much a prisoner as he was at one point. Patience looked back, and vanished, and his eyes narrowed.
"The game, is still a-foot." He stated coolly, as he eyed whatever rift, or gap she'd used. His head turned to look at the half cat, and he raised his eyebrows as she trotted towards the door

'Sister. One of your flock just ventured into a place you're loathe to go.' He said with some irritation before waiting for a reply telepathically. There was somewhat of a link, but no where near their old one. He'd set it up upon arrival.

[Intrepidation]

“Heh. . . Sorry to break it to ye’ mate, but I ain’t about ready to be picked apart yet. Also me gun abilities come from livin’ on the water most of me life. I don’t think I woulda needed any special gift to know that I can shoot. Just depends on the target ye’ know? The smaller it is though. . The more fun I be havin’ with shootin’ down.” Victoria’s eyes watched as the first gear broke to pieces and splashed a bit in the waters below. Quickly reloading her guns it wouldn’t be too hard to take out the other one. Leaning a bit peeking over her shoulder she saw as Leviathan was somehow easily taken out and used to someone else’s whim. Her eyes watched his motions. There didn’t seem to be much of reason for them other than to displace the water she could’ve used to move behind him or even get closer to him. Her head shook lightly at the song that started to play and then there were more voices, just as confusing as the last. she let out a heavy sigh, “This is . . . When I get back I’m going to have a serious talk with this whacko.” Standing up she drew her guns, another couple shots and reloads later and it had seemed she shoot more than she thought. Four now that she counted it. The water spinning around was enough of a distraction and an inconvenience there, stepping out she watched the water continue to swirl, hoping that one if not all shots made contact.

Faux Soul

[A Decayed Autumn]

Intrepidation

Sparks flickered as the metal clashed against the metal, finally hitting against the doll's weak spot. It's body writhed, it's head falling to the side, as it's eyes started to fall blank. It's lip forming into a demented and twisted smile, as it's body started to turn into a mass of darkness it seemed like. The small barrier placed around the artifact fragment, flickered a few times before it shattered. Small shards, of what seemed to be like soul fragments pouring into the water. "A champion? No...A pawn..Yes, that's what he's chosen you for.." A voice called out, as the darkness that took over the doll, swirled, before sinking into the water. The sound of ticking now echoing around the room.

This was the sound of explosions starting their count down, but instead of the normal Boom, fragments of the world slowly falling apart. This world, would be swallowed into nothing but a void. However, they wouldn't set them selves off, while the spirit lingered within the water, and the woman stood before her prize. The bright white eyes, looked up, as his form started to rise from the water. A small laughter passing his lips, as the sick, demented, and twisted smile grew. "You...Are interesting, yes..A dead being with a soul still intact...Yes, if time was a thing for me..I'd love to experiment with it..." His voice spoke out, before his hand darted out.

Boney like claws would press against her arm, except instead of inflicting damage to her skin, it sunk into her soul. A mark so the say, being left onto her soul. If one could see past skin, they would see this runic like gear placed onto the arm. A small chuckle passed his lips, as he leaped back, his hand flicking back, as a void would open. A mark, that protects the user from the insanity, that lingers from these fragments, that protects them slightly from the toxins of the reaper...Yes, you'll need my help..If he calls onto you again. He may see you as a pawn..But I, yes. I see you as a ally, an asset." His voice called out once more, as the realm around the place start to shake. Showing Victoria, that she needed to take the prize and escape with it.

[King Hastur]

Walking the earth as a monster was not easy, human forms would work for a while, but eventually had to be discarded as true nature breached the surface, The agent...tools...of god hunted for such abominations. Sometimes, the monster tried to justify it's existence, it wasn't it's fault it was born this way. but deep in it's heart, it knew that intention meant nothing, The monster was a sin against nature and deserved eternal damnation for simply being born. Someday, like all the Nonbelievers and nonhumans, The monster would spend eternity in hell. The monster, being a wretched abomination, tried to find hope, for now it had found a safe place perhaps, New malice, a town where other sins against nature dwelt.

[The Everchangeling]

Roilvn Whiro

Can you hear it...
Under all the racket?

Location: The Town heading towards The Manor; There and Back, Again.
With: Vengeance; Others?, then Dread

The elf's walk back up the hill was undisturbed. She lagged back, allowing herself some space from that armored being that had passed by she and Dread,not exactly wanting to get into another spat right at the moment. Tauivae had almost pushed herself too far and was more exhausted than she'd been in a very long time. When she reached the Manor, Wrath made her way past the doors and crossed the expanse from the foyer to ascend the dais where seven thrones sat in a row. Bloodied, bruised, more than a little tired, and very irritated, she went to the throne that seemed to call for her, beckoning. The blackguard ran the fingers of her ruined hand over one of the throne's arms, causing it's surface to change. The structure became the same light-drinking obsidian color of her blade, a faint red glow shimmering beneath the opaque surface; the color would continue to change until the entire throne had shone in the same reflective silvery-black tone. The elf lounged across her appointed seat, draping her legs over one arm and resting her back against the other.

“Ah, well...Well...Of course...” she muttered, momentarily thinking aloud. A snap of her fingers and a rush of searing heat coursed over her, burning away the dried blood that marred her skin and clothes and matted her raven hair. A smirk teased at the edges of her lips as the ash drifted down around her. “And they say there's no rest for the wicked...” said the elf as she closed her crimson eyes, unable to stop herself from falling into the trance-like state that her kind equated with sleep. It was odd that this place that had felt so very wrong to her in the beginning, now felt just like home. A feeling that only brought more questions than answers. She would wake in an instant should anyone disturbed her and she would be less than pleased at having to deal with such a disturbance.

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Night would fall and the following day would rise, though the elf would be awake long before the sun peeked over the horizon, again. She would spend the next day exploring the Manor. While exploring the spacious halls and rooms she would discover much about the building itself. The basement caught much of her attention, but the place still provided no answers. It seemed, for all intents and purposes to be just a manor and it had nothing in it that would explain the reason for her being called here. Not so far as she could see. No other reason than the ever burning flame that had claimed her and that explained nearly nothing. If she came across any of the others, she would speak with them, having decided that she would be better off with more allies at a time like this. There was war on the horizon, she could feel it. The more, the merrier, as far as she was concerned.

Later in the day, the elf would wander back down the hill, her silent steps taking her back towards the ruined part of the Village where she had left Dread.
There was much to be discussed with the orc. Siege engines, for instance.

The call to battle,
The Song of War.

[The Shade of Casin]

Remember you lot of grot lovers...

The smell of fungus could be smelt before making to the small city of snotlings. It had grown, there was several smashed houses, and an open area that looked to be where Dread has slept to any skilled tracker.

The manufactory district seemed to be cold, some buildings had trails of smoke being produced, but most of then laid bare. Around that there had been a making of different housing. Some shacks, a couple of small towers, and several mall houses, the closer to the manufactory district the houses got bigger, showing that the statue of them was based on who could work more. The streets where wide for the creatures, about two feet across for the main avenue that funneled supplies to the armories and repair shops. The sound of work could be heard, however small from the surrounding houses. The rubble of the fight has been removed and piled in a store pile at the south end of the city. A few dozen Snotling seemed to be shifting around the pile, moving thing and searching for materials for whatever task they happened to have at hand. The smell of blood was in the air, however it was not heavy. Of course there was the hanging smell of the near fatal fight from the day before, but upon inspection one of the buildings with smoke seemed to have a cat being cooked to be served, and a group of the Snotlings where busy cleaning the skin in a nearby open area.

Some of the snotlings noticed Wrath. While some looked wide eyes, others where making sure that no one attacked her or her blade, telling the stories from yesterday about them both bringing Death, and her removing the head of Dread. Several of the snotlings begin to chant and speak of Wrath as a god. Masses gathered at the feet of the woman that had fell their loved Big Boss. Some of the snotlings chanted, singing. Or at least singing as far as orks are concerned. Tone deaf and slightly painful yowling that honestly could have sounded like the last breaths of that cat is what it was.

No, the cat's death yowls would have sounded better, if only by a little bit.

Dread however, was not to be seen. The sound of him moving closer was clear, and it sounded as if he was dragging something. The large dark corpse laden with shining armor and skulls was being dragged behind the eight foot ork. It looked to be larger than the ork, but not by more than a couple feet. A quick inspection would read a giant, and with a bit of knowledge would reveal it to be a shadow giant. There where several deep cuts across its body, the flesh looking like it was sawed more than cut. The Breast plate of the giant was dented and pushed inward, black circles showing that Dreads rockets do not always miss.

Dread looked up to see Wrath as he turned the corner. Dropping the arms of the giant that he was dragging him by, the armored ork took a balled fist and placed it over his chest.

"Oi boss, Wut yea need?" the Ork smiled a toothy grin, his two front tusk showing promptly and the blood shining off of his jaw, teeth and face. His armor was covered in blood, and it showed dents, and a spark every now and then. It looks like his armor had been struck several times by a tree. He planted his foot near the outside of the town as a few hundred snotlings ran out, rounding up those at the feet of wrath and started to get them working on rearming. when he lifted his foot a pool of blood has formed under the boot, and as he walked there continued to be small pools of blood formed under his right foot. The sounds of repair also could be heard from inside of his armor, the snotlings already trying to fix the damage he had done in the last fight.

Dread then turned, begining to pile the large wooden beams for houses around the outskirts, building a fire. He never left the sight of wrath, and was listening carefully.

But a hungry ork has to eat something doesn't he?

I is the biggest, so I is the Boss

Clockwork_Daeva

[The Everchangeling]

Roilvn Whiro

Can you hear it...
Under all the racket?

Location: Snotling Central
With: Dread, The Horde

Tauivae was much surprised to find that a miniature city had sprung up overnight in what had been a battlefield the day before. The snotlings had accomplished much in a short amount of time. They also seemed to have proliferated. “How industrious...” she commented to herself, taking a moment to observe their movements. They were busy, though not as busy as they had been when pulling Dread back together. His absence had been noted. The fact the snotlings had left the ork's sleeping area undisturbed was also noticed. She wondered how far this little town could spread, how much these snotlings and the rest of Dread's ilk could accomplish. Her distracted musings were brought to an end as the elf began to take notice of the crowd forming around her feet. Wrath frowned at their whispering voices, chittering to each other about her.

“Be silent! What do you know of gods?” she growled out in orkish, as their cries escalated. To be thought of as a deity was insulting to the had-been-holy warrior. Their noise really did grate on her ears. The language that they were using was close enough to the goblin dialects that she knew and she'd heard enough of theirs to figure out what they were saying. It was always useful to be able to communicate with one's enemies, or troops, in this instance. The snotlings were an uncanny reminder of goblins, whose kin she had slaughtered in countless numbers. She sighed, growing irritated and impatient. “You may know nothing of gods! ...But you know of War. For that, you will live... and die,” she sneered at them.

Dread's approach could be heard, but the brute was not yet in her range of sight. “Hmph...” They all made too much noise. They drowned out the sounds of nature as they devoured everything in their path, adding to their war machine. Tauivae laughed, the mirthful sound twisted by the cruelty that dwelt in her heart. Oh, if they only knew, what I would become...They would never have named me, she thought, thinking of her long dead parents. She raised a brow as Dread stopped in his tracks to hail her, seeing the state that Dread was in and what he was dragging behind him. That the brute had taken down such a giant after so recently being revived was indeed great. He'd gone hunting it seemed...and the giant would go the same way as the cat. “Well met, Dread,” she said, removing herself from the crowd of snotlings and approaching him as he went about the business of starting a fire.
“I was just wondering... What do you know about siege engines?”

The call to battle,
The Song of War.

[The Shade of Casin]

Remember you lot of grot lovers...

The industry of the town roared to life as the Snotlings began the process of rearming Dread of his weapons and ammunition. The Stock pile had more men on it, and the roads suddenly filled with teams dragging the materials in.

Dread however pulled a Choppa out form his back and began to hack his way though the beams, making the wood better for a fire. He barked out in orkish "Do da Slimma Fizza"

His armor whirled for a second before a comparatively small plasma gun popped out from Dread's right shoulder and struck the wood, fire starting instantly. The Ork's Hur hur hur hur followed as he began to chop off the arms of the giant to put on the growing fire.

He thought, humming as she asked about the engines of war. "Da Orks is da shootyst. Wez got da crata makka, boom gun, big zappa, Da gargants, da Stompa, sum deff dread. den dereis da roklobba, da doom diva, da Snotlin Wagon; doe that un is fer us. Den dem baslicks lootin is gud. Den da kannons, dere is ike." The ork stopped and looked at his hands. He seemed to be trying to count, but having a great deal of difficulty. "Dere is sum gud kannons."

dread turned as the arm was tossed on the fire, a wide smile on his face. "We gotz us a WAAAAAGGGHHH boss?"

I is the biggest, so I is the Boss

Clockwork_Daeva

[The Everchangeling]

Roilvn Whiro

Can you hear it...
Under all the racket?

Location: Dread's Camp
With: Dread, The Horde

She made sure to keep out of the way of the snotlings as the busied themselves with repairing their leader, watching as Dread began to dismember the giant and cook parts of it. Tauivae listened intently as the ork rattled off the list of weapons that he was familiar with. She wasn't too surprised to find that he was well versed in a variety of weapons, though she understood none of them. The technology was beyond her, but it mattered not. She blinked at his hesitation in counting, but only continued to smirk as she watched him. “I'm quite impressed. This is very good news. There is not yet a Waaggh...But there will be and you'll want to be prepared for it, won't you?” She turned slightly and gestured towards the holy tower that had sprung up and vaulted into the heavens. “They will come and death will follow in their wake.”

The call to battle,
The Song of War.

[The Shade of Casin]

Remember you lot of grot lovers...

Dread looked towards the tower. More shiney boyz? "So dey da shiny boys with da big dakka?" He was talking of Space Marines, Genetically modified soldiers meant to survive and fight even in the vacuum of space.

The ork shrugged and looked around the area. HE would be fine at the moment, but he knew he would run out of resources for a proppa waaaghhhh. She wanted him prepared, and he could do that. It would just take time. He finally nodded and looked towards Wrath. "Hur Hur Hur. Dat mean da orks got sum poppa fightin do be doin. Den let dem shiny boyz come, n 'e get stuck in wif da boyz."

The ork turned, reaching his hand into the fire as he started to rotate the giants arm, finding it hard to judge if the dark skin was cooked or burnt.

I is the biggest, so I is the Boss

Clockwork_Daeva

[The Everchangeling]

Roilvn Whiro

Can you hear it...
Under all the racket?

Location: Dread's Camp
With: Dread, The Horde

“Yes, something like that...But probably not exactly what you're thinking of, perhaps. Angels. Holy warriors. Crusaders. Inquisitors...Hmph...Paladins.” Tauivae said, scowling afterwards. Dread's roast was starting to smell more like burnt flesh than anything, but she paid little attention to it. That was his worry. It was new food to him, that was certain. It was not something that she would ever have attempted, but she supposed that the ork and his horde had to eat something.

“You don't want to be caught unprepared by their ilk. Orks are formidable, but these beings will seek to slaughter your 'boyz' simply because they think their gods command it. It would be a proper fight, yes. But only if you're ready for it. There's no telling how many there will be,” she said, after a moment of thought. Some of what she said was the truth, some of it she was only guessing at, but there was no reason to not try to influence Dread's actions.

The call to battle,
The Song of War.

[The Shade of Casin]

Remember you lot of grot lovers...

Dread picked up the arm, taking a bite before he chewed and tossed the other cooked arm onto the gaints breast plate. He turned and motioned for Wrath to take up the arm of the Giant for herself to eat as he sits on the other side of the giant, treating him as a large table. He looked around, realizing that he had no fungus beer and thought about barking at the snotling to do it, but they never do no good anyways, they are all far far too small to make anything he wanted anyways. He needed da boys for that. He shrugged with a seemingly thoughtful bit of chewing before he spat out a shard of bone he had happened to find. He gave a slight Hur hur hur to the talk of slaughter.

"Boss, dere is something yoo shud know. Orkz is made fer' two fings! Fightin', and winnin'! Orkz iz neva defeated in battle. If 'e win 'e win, if 'e die 'e die fighting so it don't count. If 'e runs for it 'e don't die neither, cos 'e can come back for annuver go, see!" He began to slap his own leg as he roared with laughter at the matter of fact observation he had just made. In reality it was how he looked at it. He had no value for land or even hold. Sure there are some nice places for proppa fightin, but really for him, the death of boys only meant one thing.

More boyz.

And that is good for da waaaggghhh. No matter how you choppa it.

I is the biggest, so I is the Boss

Clockwork_Daeva

[The Everchangeling]

Roilvn Whiro

Can you hear it...
Under all the racket?

Location: Dread's Camp
With: Dread, The Horde

“Ah...Thank you... I must decline,” said the elf, almost twitching away from the offered food. That he was using the body as a table only added to the macbre nature of his feast. She'd rather stick to the elven tradition of not eating flesh than partake of such a feast. She would figure something out, later. There was quite the kitchen at the Manor, afterall. Tauivae watched Dread for a moment, listening as he spoke. She blinked, almost incredulous, when he started laughing. Wrath grinned widely. “That is very good to know.” This was the best news she'd had, in quite some time.

The call to battle,
The Song of War.