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Aftermath; Restoring the World (Open RP)
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Post by
Skreeran
Character: Malice
Location: Cyrus' Lair
Malice bit back a cry of pain as the blade sunk in and them began to laugh. "What do you think you are doing, demon-elf? What exactly do you hope to accomplish?" she grinned. "This certainlu seems like a great deal of effort on your behalf, and for what, precisely?"
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Cyrus, Cantus
Location
: Cyrus's lair - Zul'Mashar - Eastern Plaguelands
"Like I thaid, you are jutht are walking womb. No other part of you matterth," said Cyrus calmly. Cantus finished cutting away the breast and, having cauterized both cuts - the one on the chunk of flesh and the one on Malice - with quick bursts of fel flame, carefully put the grim trophy into a transparent bag that he hid in the depths of his robes, then wiped his hands with a tissue.
"Replicating your condition will take thome time - and I am eager to thtart eggthperimentth now. Your predethethorth did not thurvive - but I ethtimate you have almotht 30% chanthe of making it," the felblood continued, watching Cantus cut away whatever remained of Malice's clothing.
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Malice
Location: Cyrus' Lair
As Malice skin was exposed, a few small greenish ulcers became apparent, especially on her abdomen. Putrid fluid oozed from them and irritated the skin around the wounds. Malice was growing frustrated and she was running out of options. She reflexively attempted to open a portal and recieved another nasty bolt of pain in response.
"You can't destroy me..." she growled. "No matter what you do, you will someday die, but I will remain."
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Cyrus, Cantus
Location
: Cyrus's lair - Zul'Mashar - Eastern Plaguelands
"Well, after a fetuth two timeth larger than that of a vrykul crawlth out of you, I'll have no further need of you," Cyrus shrugged nonchalantly, "And you sure ath hell ain't got the gutth to thtand againtht me, tho I'm not worried in the thlightetht."
Cantus was growing aroused - it was the more apparent the harder he struggled to keep a straight face, and his quickening breath betrayed him.
"Aight, let'th go!" the felblood clapped his hands, spun on his heels and headed down the corridor. His minion turned around as well, his tail still coiled around Malice. Whether she was to be dragged like a sack or walked on her own was up to her.
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Malice
Location: Cyrus' Lair
Malice completely and utterly refused to cooperate. "Tell me, sir..." she began, hatching a new idea, "why do you do what do you do? What do you hate?"
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Cyrus, Cantus
Location
: Cyrus's lair - Zul'Mashar - Eastern Plaguelands
"I do what I do for the bright future of Quel'Thalath," Cyrus said without looking back, uttering the words as if something self-evident. "For the glory of the mathter rathe."
Cantus walked on as well, lazily coiling his tail so that Malice would get slammed against a wall before getting dragged behind him.
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Malice
Location: Cyrus' Lair
"And what use would my spawn be?" Malice asked sourly.
Post by
Monday
Characters
:
Alnerigo "Flamehowl"
Location
: Stormwind
"Because it wasn't worth capturing her. She was driving you insane," Flamehowl replied.
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Malice
Location: Stormwind
"We have to get her back," Gurka reiterated. "Before, she was dangerous, but unguided. The things are now, though, she could be used to even worse ends..." she frowned.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Cyrus, Cantus
Location
: Cyrus's lair - Zul'Mashar - Eastern Plaguelands
"Rathe of thlaveth, tholdierth, genetically programmed to only be loyal to
my
mathterth. Their blood will be uthed for incantationth, from their boneth we will craft artifactth - poththibilitieth are endlethth. Demonth are compatible with other ratheth, I have eggthperimentally proven it already - but all I've reached tho far were deadborn fetutheth tearing their hothtth apart.
I have not yet uthed my fellow felbloodth - they are too valuable. But you, belonging to a rathe of thlaveth yourthelf..."
Cyrus threw his head back and laughed again, with abandon.
"If you're lucky, your firtht delivery will kill you or leave you incapable of ever getting pregnant again. If you're not, for the retht of your life you will thtay here - ath a
broodmother
. And, jutht tho that you know, a half-demon fetuth ith fully formed within a month."
The warlock licked his eyebrows absentmindedly and continued, "That ith, of courthe, if you remain tho uncooperative. Do not make it harder than it hath to be - and I will conduct the procethth focuthing on your thurvival rather than on the mackthimum poththibility of getting a halfdemon."
Character
: Ga'Crane
Location
: Stormwind
"Ah know just enough about felbloods to know dat dey're all sick fuсks," Ga'Crane wiped his mouth, looked at the blood remaining on his hand and continued, "At da very least we 'ave to find out what 'e's gonna do wit' 'er."
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Malice
Location: Cyrus' Lair
Malice laughed. "I daresay you still think I'm a human, if a crazy, resilient human..." she paused, laughing. "If you saw my offspring, I doubt you would have the same ambitions."
Character: Gurka
Location: Stormwind
"Can you trace her?" Gurka asked, looking to Ga'crane first and then to Flamehowl.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Cyrus, Cantus
Location
: Cyrus's lair - Zul'Mashar - Eastern Plaguelands
"We'll jutht have to wait and thee, then," Cyrus shrugged.
Character
: Ga'Crane
Location
: Stormwind
Ga'Crane stood up somewhat shakily and began trying to reverse-weave the spell Malice had been using.
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Malice
Location: Cyrus' Lair
"Perhaps we shall..." Malice grinned.
Character: Gurka
Location: Stormwind
"Any luck?" Gurka asked, trying not to sound desperate.
Post by
Monday
Characters
:
Alnerigo "Flamehowl"
Location
: Stormwind
"Allow me," Flamehowl said, weaving his own. "That was a huge expenditure of power. Don't burn yourself out."
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Cyrus, Cantus
Location
: Cyrus's lair - Zul'Mashar - Eastern Plaguelands
The corridor took a sharp turn, transiting smoothly into a long, wide bridge with waist-high railings made seemingly out of bones - troll bones, to be exact. Beneath it, to the left and to the right scores of gan'args overseen by cybernetically augmented humans and a couple of felblood elves were scattered - some were assembling bizarre mechanisms, the others were tinkering with large tanks filled with opaque green liquid, in which bodies - or body parts - were floating. Above and below them other bridges could be seen, connecting the two parts of the vast underground complex.
Surprisingly, two of the felbloods beneath them had wings far larger than it was characteristic for their kind - and stronger, much stronger, too, evident when one of them looked up, feeling the master's presence, and took off. In just a few wing strokes he was on the bridge, falling on one knee before Cyrus.
"Lord, the seventh incubator seems to have a breakthrough. We have found a new way to stabilize the broodmother," he said, his voice low and guttural. His horns were, like his wings, uncharacteristically large, curving back and going over his head.
"Very well, lord Fernal. I take it the reportth were already delivered?"
"Indeed, Lord, but I decided you would want to hear of this as soon as possible."
"Quite tho, my friend. I thend them my praithe."
The winged elf bowed his head and flew away. Cyrus watched him go, "My pride. Our firtht major thuccthethth in Project Malac."
Character
: Ga'Crane
Location
: Stormwind
"North," Ga'Crane said exhaustedly, nodding gratefully at Flamehowl as he sat down on the ground. "Dey're still in Azerot', at least."
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Malice
Location: Cyrus' Lair
"If I may be so bold--being merely a lowly prisoner, and all," Malice asked casually, shifting in the augmentee's grip, "why go to all the trouble of fusing demon and mortal, when one has access to a nigh unlimited supply of demons outright? What could you possibly gain that makes it worth all this expense and risk?"
Character: Gurka
Location: Stormwind
"Then let's go!" Gurka enthusiastically suggested. "Who knows what horrible things he could be doing to her!"
Post by
Monday
Characters
:
Alnerigo "Flamehowl"
Location
: Stormwind
He nodded, weaving quickly. "We're heading to the Plaguelands," he said, sliding it open. "I think they're further north, but I don't want to run into any traps that they've left."
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Cyrus, Cantus
Location
: Cyrus's lair - Zul'Mashar - Eastern Plaguelands
"You are thinking like a human - short-thighted and narrow-minded," Cyrus shrugged. "Demonth are loothe cannonth, unthtable and freedom-loving. In a couple of decadeth, onthe my eggthperimentth have been completed, I shall have no need in dealing with Outthiderth. Bethideth... What eggthactly ith a demon? My young Fernal ith already much, much more a demon than an elf. Did you know that even the mighty Annihilan and the cunning Nathrezim were onthe mere mortalth - untold eonth ago? There ith an event horizon, after which an overenthuthiathtic cultitht turnth into that he had thought to bind, and make no mithtake - I shall unlock that thecret."
They entered a large chamber with two rows of thick - no less than four girths - columns, each covered with troll skin of all the hues of green. Across the entrance, on a rise a throne stood, decorated in similar patterns and adorned with troll skulls. In the center, amidst a large circle of glowing green runes, a strange device stood - a large 'X' letter with holdings for feet and hands, big enough to fit even a vrykul.
"Lie down there, will you," Cyrus said evenly.
Character
: Ga'Crane
Location
: Stormwind
"Joo go a'ead, Ah'll join joo in a second," the troll muttered, taking out a large flask with flammable oil, deciding to purify the place with honest, nonmagical fire.
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Malice
Location: Cyrus' Lair
"I'd rather stand, if that's alright," Malice replied, grinning. "I'm certain to fall asleep if I lie down..." she paused, thinking a moment. "As for demons, methinks you merely don't have the right sort of grip on them. I remember I once commanded legions of demons, just as powerful as your expensive pets here, and was never questioned or resisted once. I even learned the secret of taking on their likeness."
Character: Gurka
Location: Stormwind
Gurka waited impatiently for Flamehowl to open the portal, an innatural gleam in her eye.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Cyrus, Cantus
Location
: Cyrus's lair - Zul'Mashar - Eastern Plaguelands
"And how long did that latht? Did you manage at leatht a thentury before goodie-two-shoeth kicked your athth and forthed you into thith body?" Cyrus sneered.
"Appearanthe ith jutht that, nothing more. If parlor trickth thuch ath that are needed to inthtigate fear, well... I am thecure ath I am now," he added, walking up to the Bone Throne and sitting down.
"I am who I am. Cyrus the Befouler."
Cantus coiled his tail again, slamming Malice onto the operating table face up.
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