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Aftermath; Restoring the World (Open RP)
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Post by
Skreeran
Character: Malice
Location: Cyrus' Lair
"I supposed you could say that..." Malice laughed, attempting to sit up. "I don't remember that part very well. But yes, whilst I once held the power of demonomorphosis. I lost it when I became what I am now. It's just as well, though. I never have want for fel anymore."
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Cyrus, Cantus
Location
: Cyrus's lair - Zul'Mashar - Eastern Plaguelands
"But the fel thtill hath want for you, woman. Onthe you thtart, there ith no turning back - well, there ith, but unlethth a handful of powerful goodie-goodieth want to help you out," Cyrus drawled, with a snap of his fingers sending a powerful paralyzing spell through the collar - spell that had sharp pain as an added bonus and left the senses keener than ever.
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Malice
Location: Cyrus' Lair
"Just wait... I am... No toy..." Malice was having difficulty speaking through the spell. "You'll find... My ch...children most unproductive."
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Cyrus, Cantus
Location
: Cyrus's lair - Zul'Mashar - Eastern Plaguelands
"Either way, information I shall gather in the prothethth ith alone worth the effort," Cyrus steepled his fingers, watching Cantus spread Malice's legs and arms to fix her on the table. The tailed human's breath steadily grew faster as he closed bracelets on the woman's ankles.
Above them, a hatch opened in the ceiling, and another machine came down slowly, looking like a mechanized offspring of a squid and a mosquito, with numerous tubes, needles and pincers.
"Life thupport thythtem," the Befouler commented as his minion grafted a large three-fingered claw onto Malice's chest, where her breast used to be, then proceeded to put a breather mask on the woman's face.
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Malice
Location: Cyrus' Lair
"Life support... Heh..." Malice laughed. "Will you be attempting to drug me then?"
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Cyrus, Cantus
Location
: Cyrus's lair - Zul'Mashar - Eastern Plaguelands
"Your pain shall fuel the ritual," Cyrus smiled his best smile the very second Cantus took out a runed scalpel and drove it right between Malice's legs.
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Malice
Location: Cyrus' Lair
Malice grinned hideously as she screamed in agony, writhing and laughing as the operation began. She wanted to say something, but pain and paralysis wouldn't let her.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Cyrus, Cantus
Location
: Cyrus's lair - Zul'Mashar - Eastern Plaguelands
Cantus very carefully cut the woman open, his hand steady even though she could probably feel his aroused breath on her - had she not been in agony, that is. Meticulously he prepared his workplace, using appendages hanging from the life support system to fix the intestines that were in his way - mostly the parts of the digestive tract.
Cyrus watched the operation amusedly. Less than two minutes in, he pressed one of the tusks on the skull under his left elbow and muttered something into it. Soon enough a scantily clad human female appeared, no older than sixteen, her eyes sparking with green. She passed the warlock a bottle of strong ale and went down on her knees in front of him, unbuttoning his lower robe.
"Uh, yeth," Cyrus bit his oversized tongue, stroking the woman's hair with his living hand while holding the ale in his mechanical one.
Cantus wiped away the sweat on his forehead and licked his lips several times. He shook his head, getting a hold on himself, then pressed a button on the table. A hatch opened in the floor and a forge came out, full of sizzling embers. The tailed minion of the Befouler took out a tongs and a set of small metallic letters that he put into the fires. Soon enough he took one, now white hot, out, and pressed it against Malice's insides.
"Umm," Cyrus licked his eyebrows, then took a large sip.
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Malice
Location: Cyrus' Lair
Malice's abdominal cavity stank of fel like a festering wound. Her internal organs had fused together in some places and the ulcers that had been on her skin were much more prominent on her insides. As the burning metal touched her she arched her back and the cuffs bit into her ankles and wrists. She seemed to be handling the pain remarkably well, though.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Cyrus, Cantus
Location
: Cyrus's lair - Zul'Mashar - Eastern Plaguelands
Pausing to wipe his forehead again, Cantus took a step back, marveling at his work. He licked his lips again, to no avail, they were drying before his tongue was gone inside his mouth, and began to sing - coarsely and painfully. His song was flat at first, until his master snapped his fingers, letting music pour into the hall. The mechanical tail was twitching, leaving scratches on the stone floor.
"
Put collar on my neck,
I go down on my knees.
I'm barking like your hound,
I welcome pain like none.
So open up this cage,
Let me into the realm of stars...
But, where the stars were shining,
The wheels of fire now spin.
We celebrate our excess
I welcome pain like you...
Come to me slowly
And wrap me in the chains,
And tighten now the knot
So I can laugh with you.
Come open up this cage,
Let me into the realm of stars...
"
Despite the woman's spasms, Cantus managed to get the runes exactly where he wanted them to be.
((Crude translation of
this
.))
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Malice
Location: Cyrus' Lair
Malice grinned up at the thing that used to be a human, sweat drenching her own face. She was exhausted. "Are you quite through?" she managed to groan.
Post by
Monday
Characters
:
Alnerigo "Flamehowl"
Location
: Stormwind
Flamehowl nodded, stepping through. "Save some for me," he joked.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Cyrus, Cantus
Location
: Cyrus's lair - Zul'Mashar - Eastern Plaguelands
"He ith," the Befouler spoke from atop the Bone Throne, pushing the teenager away and zipping his lower robes.
"Cantuth hath shown admirable rethtrain today, he detherveth to be rewarded," he added, placing his hand on the female's head, who was giggling slyly and wiping her face. "Go on, help him fuсk away hith pain."
Her hips swaying seductively when she walked, the whоre came up to Cantus, easily heaved him over her shoulder and departed, almost running into a large - even for his race - white-skinned felguard.
"Ah, my dear Zuril Gozin, your timing ith perfect," Cyrus grinned. "How'th your old mathter doing?"
"Raging in his cell, still," Zuril Gozin shrugged after bowing his head curtly at the Befouler. He tossed a bag of peanuts across the chamber, "Thought you could use a snack while watching."
Cyrus threw his head back and began laughing while Zuril came up to Malice.
"Hrmph, you're cut up already. Here I was, hoping it would be my diсk to tear you open. Oh well..." the demon shrugged, taking off his armor and heaving himself onto Malice.
Character
: Ga'Crane
Location
: Stormwind
Ga'Crane followed the other two shortly. Behind him, the whole circle was now in flames.
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Gurka
Location: Stormwind
Gurka was eager to be on her way. She steppes through the portal and immediately started northward, towards Malice.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Ga'Crane
Location
: Plaguelands
The troll paused, bending in half in a fit of violent coughs. He clenched his fists, tightly enough for his well-groomed, shortly cut nails to dig into his palms to stop his hands from shaking. Straightened then, shivered and took out a syringe, driving its contents into his neck in one abrupt sharp motion.
'
I'll last two days like this, three if I'm lucky. Then I'll have to recover,
' the death knight's apprentice thought gloomily, rolling his neck and shrugging off the stiffness.
'
She's dead. Must be. And even if not, she's no match for me any longer. I won't try anything this time. I'll burn her, plain and simple,
' he decided, glancing at Demonwing Fetish on Gurka's wrist.
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Gurka
Location: Plaguelands
"She's close..." Gurka commented, quickening her pace.
Post by
Morec0
Character:
Morec, House of Rivendare
Location: Plaguelands
"You wont mind if I tag along, would you?" Morec said, sitting on Deathcharger just a few meters away.
He had been working on changing the locations of his death gates, just a little something he felt would be beneficial in the near future, and after he had finished seeing to it the Ebony Gang were well on their way to Tirisfal he had come back to head to Stratholme. But, surprise, surprise, he had run into Ga'crane his his loyal companions again.
"I'm sure my agreement with your master is flexible enough to let us travel together. As long as violence dosn't break out between the two of us." He snapped his fingers and summoned up a ghoul which he used as a stepping stool as he dismounted his steed, followed by the dissapation of his mount and destruction of the minion. "Of course, why would there be violence? What have either of us got to gain from it?"
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Ga'Crane
Location
: Plaguelands
"Joor alleged ally is in da 'ands of a felblood wit' a lisp whose stench is potent enough to be felt from 'ere," Ga'Crane turned his head to smile at the death knight.
"And dere's somet'in' inside dat woman Ah shall murder. Whet'er she survives it or not, Ah, frankly, no longer care."
Post by
Morec0
Character:
Morec, House of Rivendare
Location: Plaguelands
"Ally? Oh yeah, hahaha, I did say that, didn't I?" He smiled. "As far as I'm concerned; she gave up on whatever alliance we had managed to form when she handed herself over to you. My help commiting suicide does not factor well into my... shall we say goals? Yes, everyone has goals. Hell, maybe I'll even help you kill her? Not that you'd need such assistance, one with as much power as you have surely would not need any help to take anything he wanted."
The twisted his head down towards his right shoulder, then his left, a crack being heard with each motion. "Any, of course, I mean anything. And that's just now, imagine how much more powerful you will be in the future! Hell, I've been using necromantic magic for years, and even I'll admit that I am a child in comparrison to your might at this moment." He bowed. "Shall we go kill a wench, then?"
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Gurka
Location: Plaguelands
Gurka frowned, but simply continued on her way.
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