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| Ogichi | Fri Mar 20, 2009 2:07 am Post #1 |
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Why had Ogichi been so foolish and so hell-bent on killing some moronic ogre that he had followed the near brain-dead thing into a swamp!? He hated the stench because it probably didn't have anything to do with death, and he hated the fact that his movement was being impaired. He had killed the lumbering beast some time ago, but now he was utterly lost in this literally stinking place. He sloshed one foot in front of the other, clumsily as he impaled a tree with his sword. Had there been any branches close enough for him to grab onto and pull himself out of the muck, he would have been travelling somewhat more happily. If it was a solid entity that Horo could kill, he would have slaughtered it, and then butchered its corpse into a thousand little chunks of annoying swamp. A bubbling fountain appeared before the fiend, splashing him with swamp muck and making him lose his balance so that he would inevitably fall into the shallow muck face first, furthering his annoyance with the whole damnable place. Why oh why did he have to follow an ogre into a swamp just to kill it? Had he become so hell-bent on killing things that he couldn’t even make sure that he would chase them somewhere he could get out of to kill more things!? Had this been a normal being going towards a normal location, Horo would have killed a dozen more by now! Maybe he would have even slaughtered a few animals for the hell of it! But no, he had to get lost He picked himself from the muck, wiping off as much of the muck as he could which surprisingly was almost all of it. Maybe he was getting closer to some sort of water since now his clothes were merely wet instead of covered in an almost gelatinous heap of non-humanoid matter. And if there was water, there might even be something worth killing. |
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| Vernon | Fri Mar 20, 2009 4:22 am Post #2 |
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The scent of a fresh kill brought Vernon upon the fiend's trail. He didn't need to bother with the ogre for a while, fresh kills needed more seasoning and decomposition. The killer though might be made into an interesting toy or treat. A male and young by common fiend standards. Obviously not very bright as the creature set out for the part of the marsh that was the most difficult to navigate. No leech infested waters to swim in and not enough trees to keep out of the muck. Catching up with him would be quite easy. Vernon snarled as he snapped his fingers. With a smooth backflip he landed not on the ogre's gutted belly, but inside of a large green sleigh that hovered ominously above a swarm of bats. "First one to greet our latest guest gets a treat," Vernon grinned as he leaned back. The bats surged forward and with them so did the sleigh. It didn't take long at all to catch sight of his prey who had weaved a path that made several half circles. It was amusing that all the Fiend's efforts had only driven him deeper into the marsh. Vernon licked his lips as pondered what delicious flavors were to be found within the fiend's flesh. "You'll end up dieing a worse death than that orge if you continue that way," Vernon called out over the noise of flapping wings. The bat's slowed as they approached. Some of the bats rested lazily along the sleigh's bottom and a few began to gather in front of the sleigh hoping to get the first taste of the Fiend's blood. Vernon wasn't sure how he was going to start playing with this new toy, but he was sure he would be able to figure it out when the fiend began to speak. |
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| Ogichi | Fri Mar 20, 2009 6:21 am Post #3 |
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Hearing the voice Ogichi turned around, his sword stuck in a tree and a swarm of bats flying around and taking their places on trees and an odd green sleigh that hovered in the air. The fiend looked at the green hovering sleigh, and the bats, and the rat-man in the green hovering sleigh with a look of both interest and confusion. His primary thought was “What is a sleigh doing hovering in a swamp with green painting?” Then his second thought was, “Is that supposed to be some foul-smelling version of the poverty-stricken kids Santa Claus in the middle of March?” He didn’t voice any though, still trying to wrap his head around the fact that even mentally he was still asking those questions. He then thought of the bats, most were perched, several at the bottom of the sleigh. The other bats looked as if though they were waiting for the meat to die so they could pick it apart. He smiled; now that he had something to kill he couldn’t really be so angry. Of course he was still a bit put-off about the fact most of his movement was restricted, but he didn’t have to move to hit things at a distance. He chuckled a bit at the words of the rat-man before grabbing hold of the cloth which was wrapped around the handle of his sword and began to swing it vertically as he pointed towards the rat-man. Even the fiend could recognize and smell the blood of the Marsh’s inhabitant. He had found a fellow killer, and a potential victim. “All right then…“ The swinging of the blade became quicker and turned a bit horizontal, now swinging diagonally over the Fiend’s head. “Let’s die!” He laughed hysterically as the blade’s tip went flying at the rat-man in the sleigh. The swamp didn’t seem too bad if there was some new thing to kill, and maybe the sword would hit a few bats on the way to its target. Only time and blood would tell. |
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| Vernon | Fri Mar 20, 2009 5:51 pm Post #4 |
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Vernon stood when the insolent words came. The prey did not seem to wish to play nice. His loss, he was going to be a toy whether he wanted to or not. The fiend had just increased the time he would remain a toy. Oh what torturous games lie in store for him. The fiend hardly had a leg to stand on with the murky water around him. He was actually in worse position there than he was in been in the sticky muck. Now it would be simple coordinate and attacks from the water as well as from the air and there was a lot to be feared in the waters. Vernon pondered his options in dealing with the insolent fool. There were simply so many. The fiend used a curious tact of spinning his blade, blatantly announcing he was going to launch it without saying a sing word. Vernon set his mind to first proving why this tack was so rare and foolish. Dodging the blade was a simple matter even with his own limited space, but that was not the only response that came to the fool's assault. A clawed hand reached out to snare the blade before it was pulled back to the fiend. He avoided the sharp edge and would hopefully find himself grasping onto the cloth or holding to the blade's two smooth sides. Vernon didn't mind a tug of war even if his opponent was for some reason stronger, Vernon had the upper hand and could break the Fiend's toy if needed "Your life for a few bats? A poor trade if ever I heard of one. Cease your futile efforts and I will show wonders you have still yet to find in death dealing and murder," Vernon offered. He doubted the Fiend would take this simple route, but if the fiend didn't Vernon would have more reason for torture and much fun delivering it. He had to guess that the fiend was some crazy not bent on bringing death to the Ogre for some reason as he seemed to be too lost and unfocused to be any sort of bounty hunter. The small group of bats scattered out of the blade's way and swiftly began to close in on the fiend, while the other bats were still content to stay beneath the sleigh. They probably sealed their own fate, but it wasn't likely the fiend would kill them all without the scent of his blood coming to the air. |
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| Ogichi | Fri Mar 20, 2009 6:29 pm Post #5 |
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“What could you teach me other than coming from the muck?” The fiend laughed as he began pulling on the cloth attached to the blade, watching the bats which now swarmed after him. He could already imagine the smell of death, and the swarms of bats could well aid him in getting a foothold in the unfamiliar terrain. He was going to use their corpses as a land; all he had to do was kill enough of them. He watched and timed as he forced his right leg out of the water, kicking into the dark swarm of the flying rodents, hit several and killing three. The bats weren’t too bright, but that was okay. Thinking of the bats the Ogichi continually kicked his leg into he shouted above their flapping wings and screeching echolocation, “If you’re really so great a killer, if we both survive till light forces its way between the twisted trees, let’s find a camp and kill everything!” His voice was sure to pierce the flapping wings. Several times did they rip through the clothes that Ogichi wore, several times did the actually scratch or bite him, but many times did he manage to kill them, eventually killing somewhere close to a third to make a successful pseudo-terrain which he could stand on. Luckily none had cut through his cloth. If he could only get his sword from the rat-man he could get to one of the trees and try finding a new terrain to fight on… one that both of them could fight on without one having a severe advantage over the other. It had been over a century since he had actually found things in trees, but it shouldn’t be too hard to do it again. He pulled on the cloth with his strength, keeping his balance on the wobbly surface of the corpses. If anything he found something fun to kill, but hopefully this wouldn’t die so soon and become something to kill along side. But, rarely was it that killers didn’t best and kill the other. It would be amazing if the rat-man took Ogichi up on his offer. |
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| Vernon | Fri Mar 20, 2009 9:09 pm Post #6 |
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Insolent as the creature was, he seemed like he might make a nice pet. Sure the fiend had an insatiable appetite, but so did Vernon. "Perhaps as dawn nears you will understand your place," Vernon snickered in reply as he pulled. He'd managed gain a firm grip on the cloth while the Fiend was fighting off the bats. He seemed be using the cloth well to maintain his balance, but Vernon was about to complicate things further. Vernon's tail coiled cloth, freeing one of Vernon's hands for spellcasting. "I've got a better idea, you survive till dawn and I'll extend my offer once again. Can't guarantee it will be the same, but we'll both have our fun I assure you that," Vernon grinned aloud before the bats beneath the sleigh once again stirred to life. Vernon let out a feral screech and then braced himself as the bats took off in response. The sleigh turned away from the fiend causing the cloth and sleigh to from a 'T', but it didn't last long as the sleigh keep going. The fiend had two options: give up on his blade or give in to the invention of marsh skiing without skis. Vernon would of course first be dragging him deeper into the marsh were the water deep murky and filled with delightful surprises like parasites, crocodiles, and anything Vernon decided to conjure. If the fiend decided to try and turn this to his advantage and succeed, Vernon could swiftly and easily shred the cloth with his claws. Vernon didn't mind either game. It would be a challenge keeping his prey alive in either. Hopefully not a challenge to give up on. |
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| Ogichi | Fri Mar 20, 2009 10:12 pm Post #7 |
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Ogichi watched a slight bit confused, but mainly happy as the sleigh began to move and take off, the fiend still gripping the cloth. By the looks of things, the rat-man intended to take Horo for a bit of a wild ride, going towards the thinning swamp where most creatures preferred. If only Ogichi had another weapon, he could be taking this opportunity to decapitate a few alligators or crocodiles or whatever wished to stay in the thinned waters of the Hauntwood Marsh. The mind of the rat-man seemed tainted, almost as equally as Ogichi’s was. He gripped tighter when he felt the initial jerk as the sleigh took off, his feet skipping across the waters and his legs sinking in as he tried to reposition himself. He had seen this attempted before, skiing without the water skis. But the speed the green sleigh went made it a bit difficult to find the appropriate footing without slapping his face into the water several times. After a moment he got his footing, although a bit awkwardly he placed the bottom of his sandals to the water, a bit flat. The water spewed up and a wake was left behind. The white fiend knew what was to happen next, the gracious host who decided to start playing with Ogichi was going to start trying to ram him into dangerous obstacles. This was the most fun the Horo Ogichi had ever had without killing something, getting dragged across leech infested waters by some crazy rat-man with a green sleigh. This was something enjoyable… well, once he had gotten his footing it was fun. His grip only tightened around the cloth, impossible to tell against his already white knuckles which (had they been a normal color) would be white beyond comparison. “Come on back here!” He laughed hysterically as he moved one hand in front of the other, wrapping the cloth around his wrist. It would take some time, but he would try to climb the cloth sooner or later. |
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| Vernon | Sat Mar 21, 2009 1:52 am Post #8 |
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What a team player! Vernon was quite amused in the moments the creature flopped about trying to find his footing. It didn't last long enough sadly, but the it time once more to add more to the game, more of course than the bats that the fiend had failed to kill. Sludge had been lurking nearby and the large crocodile's attention was quite captivated by the curious meal disturbing the surface. It took only seconds for her to swiftly begin trailing behind the fiend, though she remained hidden in the murky waters. She'd like stay there till it was too late for the fiend to do anything to save his own skin. Vernon began to call upon his arcane power and a green flash emanated from his back pack. Creepy-crawlies of every size and shape flooded out joined by several flying bugs and even more bats. Most were toxic, those most of the the toxic were to inspire massive quantities of pain for each tiny bite. Those without wings began to crawl over Vernon and down the cloth. Those graced with flight took a more direct path to their prey. Vernon was eager to see the Fiend did with this rabble and he was quite curious as to how many crocodiles he could summon while the Fiend did so with naught but one free hand. Hopefully he didn't give up too soon, there was so much more fun with the cloth to be had and a lot of work trying to keep the nut alive if he let go. Work that so far would seemed to be worth it for such an energetic pet. Vernon was already mulling over what breed to make the fiend. Werewolves were to common and wererat simply wasn't suiting. |
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| Ogichi | Sat Mar 21, 2009 4:29 am Post #9 |
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Ogichi looked up the cloth and saw the bugs begin crawling and swarming about after him. This rat wasn’t going to die before dawn, he just knew it! No, this may actually turn out to be some sort of sick and twisted friend. Probably the only breed of being which could be a friend to Ogichi were those who were either sadistic, or killers who didn’t die. But this one was definitely more sadistic than anything, it was obvious by all the things he threw at the white fiend that he was getting a sick pleasure from this. And there only seemed to be one true way to deal with all the bugs at once. The cloth weaved to the left some, and then the right, the bugs were ever-nearing the pale white hands of Horo Ogichi, bugs were almost to his flesh to begin biting and scratching. Hell, there were even more bats to try and kill him with their relentless scratching. Ogichi took a deep breath and then shortly after decided to cease his ski-less water skiing. He took a face-first drop into the water; wiggling and struggling so that he had his hands were underwater. The bugs seemed to be at a lost, now stuck and away from their target. The bats swooped lower and lower, like a pendulum guillotine ready to start cutting through its destined blood-bearing beast. Even underwater with his cheeks full of air, Ogichi was smiling. He would really have to think of something quick if he wanted to keep hanging on to his sword. But at the moment he couldn’t think of anything. |
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| Vernon | Sat Mar 21, 2009 6:58 am Post #10 |
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They drew in closer and closer. Tension mounted as the first set of jaws came near and near to flesh. Then suddenly the cloth and body hanging onto it plunged into water. Vernon slammed his free fist against the sleigh in irritance. The tactic was foolish and dangerous, but keep him from harms way till he needed to breathe once more. The water would now act as a barrier to keep the bugs off him as well as the bats. His guest would be covered in leeches if he tried to draw out his breathe as long as he could, and that thought at least entertained Vernon. Vernon was mad that he hadn't thought of it, the fiend had in truth only worsened his situation, it was the momentary victory that annoyed Vernon. They only victor meant to be found in the marsh was it's master. Vernon pointed at the submerged fiend with his free hand and quickly began to compile simple, but effective spells. A large thin needle of magical force was conjured into being. It seemed only floating extension to his pointing finger. A green liquid seemed to rush from it's tip and cascade along the rest of the needle. The needle then took of without warning after the seconds it took for it's creation. The water wouldn't aid the fiend, but would rather make it's poison all the more dangerous. The toxin was fast acting and would assault the Fiend with waves of pain. The primal urge to scream would only come naturally. Hopefully the fiend would manage to come to the surface before that happened. If not then... oopps. At least the crocs would get their meal in that instance. |
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| Ogichi | Mon Mar 23, 2009 3:33 am Post #11 |
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Ogichi was only hanging on with one hand when he realized he was getting covered in leeches. The ones that hung on to his clothes weren’t nearly as problematic as the ones which clamped on to his face, apparently mistaking him for food. The ripping them off of his face wasn’t exactly painful, in fact it was almost pleasant to get the water-born bloodsuckers off of his skin. The rapidly shifting waters which he was being dragged through probably aided the removal of the leeches as it seemed more difficult for the smaller ones to latch onto his face, leaving only the large ones. This was proving to be an time-consuming and rather annoying job and an extremely annoying strain on the hand that was clamped onto the cloth He lost his breath and nearly his grip on the cloth when a sharpened pain began coursing through his body as much as his blood did. It was magic, only magic could do this much pain to him so quickly, and the fact that it originated from what seemed to be the equivalent of a stake through his back meant it was probably magic-induced which is where most of the pain had to have come from. He always seemed to be weakest against magical poison. In fact, it almost seemed double to how a poison would affect a human. He let out a scream and almost swallowed some disgusting water which was only kept out by the screams which forced their way out of his throat. He couldn’t stay underwater with this pain, he had to go offensive now, the rat-man had too much fun. He took his hand which he had used to keep a vast number of leeches off his face with, placed it in front of the other and repeated with the other hand and then the other, climbing rapidly through the bugs which bit at him, and the bats which scratched at him. Compared to the pain of the magical attack, they were no more than normal bug bites to him. He was driven by rage caused by pain, knocking the bugs off of the cloth as he forced his way past their bites. Compared to the poison, they were almost pleasant, he hardly even noticed their poison as he near the sleigh. |
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