The problems of your world don't concern me, peon.
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Lost...effing lost. (CST) « Thread Started on Jul 31, 2009, 9:19pm »
With wings tucked tight to his back, the primarily human looking Demon trudged south through the deep and dark of the forest. It was the early hours of the morning, some hours after the same demon blasted his way out of hell, opening a rift in the planes with power stored up for two hundred some years. "Yes, yes, we all fucking know what just happened, can you shut up now?" Rïon said into the nothingness of the darkness tainted forest. "AGH!" A roaring shout of anger as five sharp claws of his right hand lashed shallow gouges in an ancient, black tree. Even the gore of the trees, the meat beneath revealed no such animal as a bright color. The sap that leaked from it and the flesh beneath, both were of a dark brown color. Nothing of this forest gave even the smallest trace of light.
The large demon sighed to itself and kept walking, its head shaking, its sleek black hair staying abnormally still. "Why am I plagued by this idiocy?" Again to nothing, though this time, he seemed to actually expect an answer.
In the distance, uniform footsteps could be heard. Such perfect unison could only be one thing. Undead. Picking up speed, the nude demon charged in a full run for the noise, looking to gather some reconnaissance as to where he was, since it obviously was no longer hell. In the underworld, undead were useless husks of reanimated bones of demons who were too weak to be truly immortal. Less than beasts, base scum straight from the mortal world, killed and or devoured by any of the various things that roamed the netherscapes. Demon Lords tended to use various magics to revive them and use them as entertainment. They were useless against even the most pathetic of the ruling class of demons. It took quite a number to topple even one battle demon in hell, let alone a greater demon of any decent power.
As such, demons pitted them against one another, or up against beasts to watch the carnage ensue. Valerion didn't himself see the purpose in it, but there was no harm in it. In the over-world, however, Undead were a demons only troop source, and generally, the mortals were no match for legions of skeletons. It took a unique human to be able to topple its own internal support system when it was swinging a blade at him.
Approaching the footsteps, which now seemed to be headed toward the demon, Rïon attempted to spot them through the trees, but the forest was too dense, despite his vision allowing him to see well in this darkness. Finally reaching a troop of skeletons, the demon stopped, spread his wings, and beat them a number of times, essentially flagging them down, and calling them to a halt.
His eyes flashed a dull glowing red, and the skeletons stopped short, the demonic magic flowing through their bones was similar to the eminence that they could feel from the demon. Any demon. It was the taint. Any and all demons or tainted humans could be recognized by the hordes of the undead. "You there, scum. Tell me where I am." He called out in a commanding voice.
One of the skeletons drew a map which was used for naught but this purpose as they had no need of it, and approached the demon, handing him the map. It was a map of the southernmost quarter of Cruinthe, the whole of the haunted and dark forest, and a chunk of the tainted lands past the forests. The skeleton laid a bony finger on the paper, showing the demon roughly where he was. The only downside, undead couldn't talk. Skeletons at least, so there was no detail or instruction with it, Rïon would have to be of his own devices from here.
"Ah, I see. Have you any clothing and sustenance?" He said, rolling up the map. It was possible. They tended to carry provision, again, for just such occasions. Another Skeleton brought forth a pair of pants, a shirt, boots, and a belt, and the first skeleton pointed to the distance behind them. Looking over the lot of them, he was tall enough after all, he saw a number of corpses laying on the ground. Obviously just killed on their patrol. "My thanks, carry on."
Discarding the shirt after only a glance- no wing holes, let alone ones big enough to fit his through- he put on the black and red pants, then the belt, then the pair of boots. Oddly, one was red, and one was black. He assumed they'd come from two separate slain mortals. They were both the same size, so there was no room to complain.
Walking off, shifting uncomfortably in clothing as he hadn't worn any in centuries, he headed toward the corpses of he didn't yet know what. Only reason he wanted clothing, was...well, aside the fact that it was quite cold compared to the reaches of hell that he usually occupied, he seemed to have physical issues with more human parts that, as a Demon Lord, he'd been able to conceal with his powers.
"Speaking of which," The demon said into nothing, halting. Eyes closed, he concentrated on his horns, claws, wings, and other demonic features. Grunting an growling for pain, the creatures muscles tensed as its horns began to retract into its skull. Slowly but surely they retreated behind black hair. Lurid creaking sounds could be heard from the demons various demonic bits as they all began to retract, sliding back into the flesh.
After a minute or two, even the brands across its torso and face and the demons third eye had vanished. Breathing a sigh of relief as the demon relaxed his positioning, he glanced at his hands, but found it much harder to see now that his body appeared completely human. A few moments past and a shout of pain growled from the monsters throat as all of the parts snapped back into existence. "Damnit!" He roared, gouging another tree with his claws. "I can't even hold basic shape-shifting any more!" Continuing to curse and mutter to itself, its wings flapping at intervals as part of a body language in unison with his hands, Rïon came upon the corpses of strange monsters.
The creature looked like a cross between demon and undead. Flesh stretched taught over bones, and in some areas, not. Exposed muscle and bone was evident, even without the wounds of battle from Skeleton weapons disfiguring it further.
"Hmm. Bizarre beings." Rïon said, gripping one of its legs. Lifting, then jerking, the leg broke, and with a handful of stabs and slashes from his claws, the leg was severed, even as the stagnant blood of the creature oozed from the wounds. It was already dead, so the wound didn't gush, but it was still very much in its veins, and spilled out as the demons mouth opened, and fangs clamped down tight on the thigh, tearing raw meat straight from the bone.
Chewing only slightly before swallowing. "Ugh, these things taste like garbage. I always did prefer meat cooked, though. That is one thing I can agree with mortals upon." Another bite. Soon enough, the leg was bare bone, and Rïon was cleaning the blood from his face and hands. A belch expelled air from one of the demons stomachs and it retrieved the map from the belt he'd received.
"Further south and I should run into this place...Morith. In this forest, I wonder what kind of settlement is able to survive without being consumed by the trees." Rolling the map back up and placing it in one of the slots on the belt. It seemed that who ever had been killed to attain this belt had a small potion. Of course, Rïon hadn't the slightest idea what it did, but that didn't really matter.
Further down his south headed path, the demon came across a weapon laying int he dirt. A simple and rather shitty short sword. "Might as well use it. Claws only go so far. Besides, I haven't used a blade in three hundred years." With that, the demon began twirling the blade around in its left hand. Two thousand years seemed to easily out weight the last few centuries, as the blade flung about with ease, and little conscious thought to the whole process.
To be honest, the demon preferred fighting with his natural weapons, but without extra things like armor on the horns and claws to increase damage, they didn't go very far, so a sword would be needed. For now any way.
Sighing to himself, Rïon reminisced on all that he'd lost. He wondered if Vetis was still alive. The wound, he'd inflicted on the traitorous bastard was grievous. He also wondered who was in lead of his house, now, if Balam hadn't had it crushed. The only way to find that all out, though, would be to regain enough power in the over world to descend back to hell and destroy Balam before the bastard knew what was coming.
Lashing the sword into various trees, Rïon traced his path through the wood. Perhaps not the wisest of decisions, but he didn't altogether care. He'd simply kill any thing he came across, or be banished back to hell for trying. The blade was covered in rust and gore, but it was still strong, and its edge was still enough to hack through the meat of any adversary who wasn't completely covered in armor.
A few hours passed, and the sky began to lighten. "Must be dawn." He deduced simply, looking up while walking. The sword continued to swing in parries and slashes and stabs of imagined opponents such as Ipos and Balam. It was a fantasized version of how things would likely occur, but that didn't stop him from doing it. A full force swing and the blade landed deep in the bark of one of the trees, and stayed there. "Shit." Rïon said, irritated, and began tugging at the blade.
Grunting slightly, he found it stuck fast. Cursing further, he gouged at the bark with his claws and forearm horns. After a minute, the blade came free, and he resumed his travels south. With no powers, he'd have to stick to dispatching his enemies by hand. Albeit, in the past he usually did that any way, but it was always most amusing to send out a shock wave of energy, and watch the skulls of hundreds of demons compress, and splatter gore all over the field. Leave a few toward the back alive, then hunt them down and slaughter them one by one. A grin came to his face and razor sharp fangs bared evilly.
Then of course, a sigh as he didn't even had the most basic of battle demon powers. The power strike and the energy blast. Regeneration was one of the powers as well, but the basic level was a hair above useless. Perhaps if the total recovery was gained at once, then it might be worth something but...as it stood, it was pretty much useless, particularly during battle. The higher level regeneration abilities were quite useful, however. It tended to get to the point where one was able to recover more damage than one sustained.
But those days were over. Especially the days of battle demon, which he hadn't been amongst the ranks of in two solid millennia. Then again, those were the days of the future at this point. Demons who lost their power didn't just get it back, they had reverted entirely, which meant a manual recovery of power. Such a grueling fuckin' process.
In the distance, a tower could be seen as well as a wall with battlements. "Must be this Morith." He said to the nothingness. Morith it was indeed. A town that had been razed to the ground when the taint raced through these woods, it since has been reconstructed, and is run by undead and their ilk. Drawing out the map again, "Seems like the main city on this map is even further south. More walking... Fantastic."
Rolling the map back up, he continued to mess about with the sword he'd found. Slashing apart underbrush that was even remotely in his path, going through formal sword movements, and of course, tearing into the bark of the nearest tree every so often.
Soon enough, the ranks of undead could be heard in their uniform marches. If their steps weren't so collective and solid, one could easily miss the sound. But hundreds of beings walking to a solid beat, thump thump thump thump. It echoed even into the far reaches of these dank woods.
A small shout with a swing severed a thick branch that was head height in Rïon's path. Stepping over it, the demon soon was upon the tainted settlement. Demanding entry, the skeletons that were guarding the northern gates let the demon in. Demons meant allies, superiors. They were something for their masters, demon and human alike to deal with.
It seemed very much a militarized outpost. Bare, cold, and unyielding. Valerion almost felt sorry for the poor bastards who had to try and take this fort from the undead. Where there were undead and demons, there were mortals attempting to destroy them. It was nature of the taint to spread its poison. Sometimes it succeeded, other times it failed, but always was it growing. In size and power, in one direction or another, it was always growing.
Passing shops meant for the mortals allied with the lowest of the low, Rïon looked for a place to stay. No rest for the wicked, they say. Devilshit. Even demons needed sleep sooner or later.
Coming upon an inn, the mandemon walked in, and glanced around. Quite the sty, but a bed was a bed. Going up to the counter, "I need a place to stay." His wings flourished themselves slightly.
The innkeep glanced up from what he was doing. "No demons. Go find the military barracks, hell spawn." Nodding slightly with pursed lips, Rïon turned 'round. Reaching the door, he raised his left foot, and kicked out hard, shattering the door frame and knocking the hinges free. "What the fuck do you think you're doing, demon!?"
Hefting the thick door with a grunt, Rïon whirled on the man and hurled the hunk of wood at him. The man ducked with just enough room to not be decapitated as the demon walked out to do as the man had suggested, and find himself the military barracks, since it seemed that there would be a place to sleep under the pretense that he had been summoned by who ever the mortals working for the taint were.
We lived our lives in our paradise, As gods we shaped the world around. No borderlines we'd stay behind, Though balance is something fragile. While we thought we were gaining, We'd turn back the tide, it still slips away. Our time has run out, our future has died, There's no more escape.
Welcome
Welcome to Cruinthe War, a Dark Medieval Fantasy RPG. The game is set in a kingdom on the brink of destruction by untold horrors, monsters made from the stuff of nightmares, and heretical creations from beyond the grave. A legion of bloodthirsty demons, vampires, and various undead threaten to overrun the kingdom of Cruinthe at any given moment. Only the brave defenders of Cruinthe stand in their way, fighting the bitter and bloody battle to their last breaths.
Date and Season
The year is 1053, the month is Ausoris, the season of Summer. Summer in Cruinthe is a season that is hot and humid. Unlike the dry season to come, the air is thick with evaporating water that was left over from the rainy season. Summer is the month where magical creatures are most active, due to random concentrations of magic in the air. It will rain suddenly, the temperatures can get up to one hundred and ten degrees, and the sun shines brightly for many days straight. Happy Hunting Cruinthe!
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