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 Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2015 8:30 pm
Fortress of Nun This is the home, and main headquarters of " The Disciples of Nun" . Warlord: Gurzil Head Inquisitor: Lady Claire
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2016 7:04 pm
Gurzil " HAhahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaa. . ." The joyful laughter echoed around the stone walls of the Fortress's, dungeon pins. It's source was a Silver haired man, seemingly of Elven descent. The man was of average height, but broad. He wore a simple white tunic, and leather slacks tucked into a pare of hobnail boots. Currently he was leaning over a rail, dropping rats into a pin. There was the sound of growls, and the sickeningly, wet sounds of flesh being torn apart. Which would bring on another round of laughter from the silver haired man. Gurzil had become rather bored of his fortress. Setting around waiting for the return of his underlings. The fights in the coliseum amused him, but they never lasted as long as he had liked. So his answer had been to collect rats from the hound master's, and feed his adorable puppies. He loved watching the hellish hounds tear things apart. Several times he had tossed people in with them, when they had angered him of course. Except for one occasion in particular. The man had asked why Gurzil had tossed the first man in. To which the Demon Lord had replied, " I wanted to see what would happen. . ." The poor man should have just accepted the answer, but he was an honorable man. He could not accept that Gurzil could kill without honor. Gurzil accept, and even respected the man for his beliefs. However, Gurzil decided he wanted to see what would happen, if two individuals were dropped in. That had been the most fun that the Demon had in a long time. Hs hounds had decided to play with their food, keeping them alive for hours, as they fed on them here and there, like light snacks throughout the night. Finally the rodents had all been fed to the hounds. Leaving a feeling of melancholy. He would have to wait til the next day to repeat this cycle of insanity. So Gurzil straightened up as he turned on his heels to head towards the stairs. A few minutes later,Gurzil stepped into the throne room of the Fortress. He found it to be empty, except for the enslaved help. This made him frown. He had been hoping that someone would have come to complain about something, that they thought he might care about. That was not the case it would seem. So with a shrug, Gurzil made his way across the room to a door, just to the right of the Throne. The door opened to a narorw, spiral stair case. Which led to a large chamber, funished with what you'd expect to find in the bed chambers of a Demon lord. In the center was a large, four post, canopy bed. The frame was made from polished bones, and skulls raging in various species. The eastern wall was opened from the floor to the ceiling, which was well over ten feet above his head. There was more furnishing, and interesting things about the room. Those would come later, now he just wished to set out on the balcony, smoke a cigar and watch the tiny dots move about the streets below.
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2016 6:13 am
 Claire
Claire silently entered the room and saw the demon lord on the balcony. She walked out and stood next to him. "You seem bored, Gurzil," she said. "Do you need something fun to do?" In the two years since they had formed their partnership, Claire had given him a city, slaves, and all of the people he could want to eat. But it seemed that the insane demon was starting to get bored of this luxurious way of living. Claire had managed to keep herself entertained by spending time with Gurzil. She had her own room in the fortress, of course, but she spent far more time in Gurzil's. She wasn't shy or squeamish when she saw what he liked to do. She had become slightly twisted after what he did to her when they first met, when she was still half human. Becoming a full demon had eliminated her human weaknesses and left her with tastes similar to his own. She enjoyed pain and torture as much as he did. But she liked being on the receiving end far more. It made her a perfect partner for him while Kam and the others were away doing whatever it was that they needed to do.
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2016 10:07 am
Gurzil The Warlord was busy trying to figure out, a way to set the fortress of fire without it actually burning. He thought it would be fun to watch everyone run about in fear. Then again, He'd loose a lot of product, and man power. " You seem bored, Gurzil." Came the soft tones of his Partner. " Do you need something fun to do?", Gurzil smiled from ear to ear, literally. Then turned to face Claire, leaning back against the railing. " I think It's time I sacked a few cities. . ." His smile spread into a razor, tooth grin. His right hand brought the stogie to his mouth, and stuck it between his teeth, releasing a cloud of blue smoke into the air. While he pushed off from the railing, letting his feet carry him over to a chair. " It's time we discussed our options. Take a seat." , He motion towards the chair next to his own. He had been contemplating an attack on the Sandman Alliance. They had suffered a great deal in their fight against the Re. While the Re managed to hold on to it's Royal family, and most of it's armies. So the obvious option was to seek out and destroy the Sandman alliance. " What information do you have on the Sandman Alliance? I believe it's time we put your skills to use. ", Gurzil smiled again. " I'd love to see what pain you can be inflicted by forcibly removing the information from someones mind. Hahahahaaa. . ." He paused long enough to take a puff from his Cigar. " Come on, come on. . . Whaddya say sweet cheeks?" The Insane Demon was practically bouncing in his seat with excitement.
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2016 9:11 pm
Red Gypsy OOC: We're over here now. Sorry seem we forgot a few things in our excitement.
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2016 9:36 pm
"Awww... I don't think anyone missed me at all..." came the familiar voice of Kam as he appeared walking towards them, seemingly appearing from out of nowhere. As he approached, his long backless trench coat flared around his legs and showed that he was wearing nothing but a pair of leather under the coat. Well, that and the collar that marked him as a willingly bound demon. Right now it was leather with sharp spikes. He finally came to a stop a few steps away and dropped to his knees, his eyes going instantly to the one he'd bound himself to, a wicked gleam dancing in depths of his eyes that would be all too familiar to Gurzil. "And I even when to the trouble of bringing a special present for you, Master..." he added, knowing that Gurzil dearly loved surprise gifts
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2016 10:20 pm
Claire
Claire grinned as she watched Gurzil and laughed a bit as she sat in the chair next to him. "I have plenty of information on them and the other group," she stated. "You and I were on the same page there. I already put my skills to good use. Apparently, forcefully ripping information from an unwilling person's head is quite agonizing. And also very damaging. I had ny people capture a scout a few days ago and dove into his mind. His screams were entertaining. Sadly, ripping too much information out like that is apparently very bad for a person's health. The process left him completely braindead. Still, I have plenty of useful information written down." She smirked as she looked over at Kam when he appeared. "It isn't accurate to say nobody misses you. We just have things to do."
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2016 10:55 pm
Gurzil Gurzil sat tentatively listening to Claire's every word, like a demented child being read a story. It was obvious that the gears in his head, were turning at a maddening rate. Though which way they turned, was always the question. The mad Demon looked up from his Partner, to find his favorite subordinate strolling out onto his balcony. Gurzil studied Kam for several seconds before speaking. " Who, or what? Did you find on your travels?", Said the Demon Lord as he leaned forward in his seat. His Cigar slowly burning away, forgotten in the excitement. He waited several more seconds, and then starting bouncing. " DAMN IT GIVE IT TO ME!!! stop playing with my Emotions!!! ", Gurzil erupted into a fit of laughter at his childish antics. " Hahaha, I hope Emos aren't still around.... Or dooo I? Hahahahahaaaa. . ." After a moment he fell silent and then drifted off into space. Before snapping back to the here and now. " Wait! What were we discussing? OH YES!!!! " Gurzil leaned forward once again, his golden eyes narrowing on the slave. " Where's my present. . . heheh.", He said through clinched teeth, until he chuckle.
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2016 11:21 pm
] Kam watched his master for a moment then had to give a grin of his own, clearly knowing full well that Gurzil would reward him very wonderfully for this one. Without looking away from his master, he raised one hand and snapped his fingers. With a flash of flames that carried the heady scent of brimstone, Dancer appeared on the balcony with a body over time one shoulder. His silver and white hair was loose and falling over his other shoulder, half obscuring his body from view. But he was wearing nothing but a pair of tight leather pants, allowing the rest of his body to show off the red lash marks that Kam had given last night, only the beautiful features of his face free of any marks. But Kam wasn't looking at his pet. He was still watching Gurzil's face as Dancer moved forward to lay the body at the insane demon's feet. Her body rolled face up and revealed the only person that might surpass Gurzil in insanity: Esabel.... Honestly, Kam wasn't ignoring Clair. He simply had to see the look on his masters face when he realized what Kam had brought him. Dancer, however, moved over to sit at Claire's feet and laid his head against her thigh. He closed his eyes and did his best not to move more than he had to. The lash marks were actually just enough pain to tease at his nerves and keep him sexually frustrated. Especially since the flogger had been the only touch he'd gotten since the first night he'd been with the Nutcase Crew...
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2016 10:29 am
Gurzil Kam, snapped his fingers, sending Gurzil to the very edge of his seat. Then the body rolled out, and the Lord leaned further out with a look of awe inspiring anticipation. The angle in which he was, was impossible for someone of lesser strength, by all laws he should have already fell flat on his face. When Esabel's face came into view. Gurzil's own face look as if he had just been handed the the throne of creation. His mouth opened and shut in what was most likely the first expression of pure, and genuine surprise. He had not expected this prize. No, he had expected a beautiful Slave, or maybe an artifact of some kind. " Where. . . Where. . . How did you?", was all that Gurzil could manage to speak.
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2016 3:35 pm
Claire
Claire reached down to scratch Dancer's head, making sure to keep the toych brief so that she could frustrate him more. Her eyes traveled all over Esabel's body, and she finally just burst out laughing. "This has the potential to lead to so much fun," she said after she managed to compose herself. "Not only have you taken one of the only beings that might be crazier than Gurzil, you've done something that's sure to piss of the Re's leader. Gurzil, I think you'll be over your boredom for a while." Hey eyes moved over to Kam. "I expect pain and torture. And not just for her. It's been a while since you played with me, Kam. Your Master should have some time alone with her after she wakes up. I can keep you entertained for a while." Her tastes had changed to be more like Esabel's, largely because of Kam. He had shown her how wonderful pain and torture could be while she was still half human, and her desire for it was one of the traits that had been amplified most once her human half was taken away.
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2016 4:20 pm
Kam gave Claire a brief grin and a wink, "I'll gladly play with you, Claire. Thankfully, I've already given Esabel a kiss, so she'll be perfectly ready for whatever, Master wants to do with her," he said softly, his voice already taking on the tone he'd taught her to recognize and react to. But he returned his attention to his master and gave his report, "We found her wandering around outside the Re base and I couldn't resist taking her. Recruiting had already been set into motion so I had the time to bring her back to you. I remembered how much fun you had with her and how disappointed you were when that hellhound took her back. He's no longer in the picture, by the way. And rumor has it that she's even more unstable..." he knew that Gurzil would love the information on her and gave a very pleased sound at his masters reaction to the present before turning back to Claire. His eyes took her in easily and got to his feet to approach her slowly. Once he was standing next to her, he took a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back so she could look into his eyes, "Only my master and I can tease Dancer, Claire... You'll have to carry through... He's been so good while we've been gone too... I think he deserves a reward... Don't you think so too, Claire?" he told her, his grip on her hair at the base of her skull tightening with each word, the pain promising a reward for her agreement with whatever he wanted her to do. He heightened everything for her by tracing a sharp nail along the line of stretched skin at her neck, leaving an angry red line to heighten the pain/pleasure sensations he'd taught her to enjoy so well. Then he released her and turned back to his master as she panted and shivered behind him. "Master... All you have to do to throw Esabel back under the influence of my kiss is to make her say 'Master', then she'll be begging for whatever you want to do to her," he explained then gave a grin as he snapped his fingers for Dancer as he headed for his rooms, knowing that Claire would be scrambling to follow as well.
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2016 10:41 am
Gurzil Gurzil gave an acknowledging nod, then waved them all away. Setting back in his chair, taking a drag from his cigar. He thought about what he could use Esabel for. There was the obvious. Which was to have his way with her, torture her to satisfy himself. But then, there was the use of her tremendous powers. He could use her against the Re. Part of the reason they had not attacked, was because of her, and now she laid here at his feet. The Re were broken as it was, without Esabel playing the mad guard dog. They would be that much more susceptible to an attack. Yes, they still held their numbers, but numbers meant nothing in war. Learning to take down Large opponents, was something the War Demon had more than enough experience in. Hell Where did everyone think the Spartans learn their craft from? IT was another "War god", like him who had taught them. Gurzil rolled out of his lounging chair, to his feet. He walked over to the railing to lean against it. His gold orbs once again watching the ant sized dots in the streets below. Gurzil wasn't particularly in the mood to " relieve" himself, nor was he in the mood for torture. It was an odd feeling, but He found himself calm for once, relaxed and satisfied. Still he had work that needed to be done, and the first thing on the list, was her. Gurzil spun on a heel, and took the few short strides to cross the space, between himself and Esabel. Upon reaching her side. The Demon squatted down, blowing a thick smoke ring in the woman's face. She stirred a bit, but didn't wake. So with a sarcastic shrug, he reached out to put his cigar out, on her collar bone.
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2016 11:25 pm
Kestra Lyson Psion of the Sandmen Upon hearing the sound of flesh singe and sizzle, through Gurzil's senses, Kestra felt herself "twitch" though she had no physical body to do it with at that moment. The human leader's "physical self" was untold miles away, tucked safely away behind hundreds of feet of metal, rock, and flesh in the Sandman Alliance's base. Her "mental self" was currently residing within the forces of Nun's leader, Gurzil's mind where she was silently watching his thoughts. For some time now she had been hovering on the edges of the fearsome daemon's consciousness, learning things that would have otherwise been impossible to know. He wouldn't even know she was here so long as she didn't actively try to scour his mind so she was having to put up with passively watching only that what was happening here and now.
Taking her concentration off of the poor soul that Gurzil was essentially torturing she did a quick sweep of the room around them, using her power to temporarily tap into the minds of the other room's occupants. Risking a few moments exposure she quickly took a sample of recent memories from the woman known as Claire and the man known as Kam. The act could potentially alert either of the two to her presence but she was banking on the fact neither of them was very alert at the moment. Retreating back into the relatively safe confines of Gurzil's mind the human psion began to sift through the random assortment of memories she'd seen. Perhaps there was further info she could glean from her little raid.
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Posted: Thu May 19, 2016 11:57 am
Gurzil With a shrug, Gurzil stood up with a shrug. It appeared that Kam had done his job too well this time. He had just put a cigar out on the woman's face, and she didn't even flinch. He stepped away back towards the balcony. He feeling as though everything was going to slide back into boredom. His slaves, and partner were all off having fun. Fun that Gurzil cared nothing for at this time. What he desired was a war, he wished for the crimson showers. The demons body ached from the urge to kill everything within his sight. Gurzil was actually starting to fall deep into a daydream. In the dream he was slaughtering legions of mortals and demons alike. In the midst of this little fantasy flashed a face, that he did not recognize. Gurzil remember everyone he had ever seen in his long life. This woman's was not one he knew. He chose not to pay much attention to it. Deciding to fall back on an old technique he had been taught in what was basically the demon version of " Basic Training",. Demons of the Marching Hordes like him, could not read minds like the Psions of old. However they were trained to defend themselves against psions, and magic users alike. The soldier wasn't worth much if he couldn't protect his mind. If the mind goes, so does everything else. It was a very large weakness in the eyes of The Kings. So Soldier spent decades working on the technique. Gurzil began to think of a memory so vivid, that it drowned out anything else. Placing his mind safely behind a scene of death. In this scene, the Demon was straddling a raven haired beauty. Her face was contorted with anger, she spat on and cursed in his face. However, the woman's words were halted as a large crimson fist slammed into the side of her head. The blow was strong enough that it caved in that side of her face, the sight was similar to watching someone poke the top of a pot-pie. The woman didn't fall silent, her words simply ceased to make any, coherent sense. Gurzil grabbed her by the throat, and lifted her into the air, His vision traveled up and down her length. Then he threw her onto her stomach, Where he tore at clothing, and then he brutally assaulted her every opening. He slapped, punched and even broke her limbs while he assaulted her. Then the scene went dark as Gurzil was remembering the closing of his eyes. A scream rang out louder than any before it. The ending of it dying off to muffled whimpers, accompanied by a strange, wet suction sound. When The demon's eyes reopened. It was to a one armed Woman, blood gushing from her right shoulder, where her arm had obviously just been pulled off her. The most disturbing moments were yet to come. As the rapist began to then devour her arm, as if it were a turkey leg. This went on for hours, as he ravaged and tor her apart, Using hellfire to cauterize the wounds, so that she would live longer. Finally He had finished with her, she was nothing more than a head and torso, well most of a head. The demon stood tall, looking down at the gaping holes he had left in her. Then he grabbed her by the hair, and carried her a short distance across the dimly lit stone room. When the scene ended, It was to the sight of that torso being ripped apart by hounds. Then just like that, It began to play on a loop, allowing no other information other than the murder.
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