It was all happening to fast. He had to stem the gorging and halting it from growing too fast seemingly impossible at this stage. He did not wish the bound spirit to fall back into it's slumber either.
There was a sense of uneasyness as it licked his prothese as if it sought contact with what was left in there. With his bladed claws he swath away at the flame scratching the shap metal segments. But as he gained control of his initial impulse he tried to absorb the chaotic and unholy energies
It had been a unique form of Goristro. It had no desire to partake in any of the warlocks plots willingly the assumed. A simple minded creature needed to be put into a simple and direct use. Releasing it here would likely have them both flayed.
"We shall have a unholy feast of frenzy you and I but first.."
His right hand clasped the formation of shards. Rising it aloft in the flickering of dimmed lights from the ever burning forges behind them. He let it fall hard piercing one of the dilibirate made yet well concealed weakspots of his breatplate letting it drink from his blood and flesh. Of his soul there was nothing but scrapes left, reflections of demons he had pacted with seemed what it was composed of now all along with the infusion of entropy from his Doomlord ritual. Those forces where in conflic the desire for destruction and the wish for everlasting evil.
He was however ready to pull it out should it drink too deeply, It was more to give it a taste of himself and perhaps hopes to plant a seed that would grow and dominate.
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The creature drinks deeply from this offered treat- a entity so black and rotten and the warlock is feeling the demon's true essence- a destructive force to be guided and unleashed, a wave of destruction that washes everything away leaving only ruins and pain in its wake.
Mauric feels that controlling it might be both easy and difficult, its own desires matching the warlocks, the creature eager to be freed and to be unleashed again, to serve as a living engine of conflict once again.
But will Mauric be able to stop it? Able to truly guide it? The warlock's will is matched against demonic hunger and the pure urge of destruction.
Its hunger sated the shards get calmer but Mauric feels the strain, realizing that he will not be able to do this often- or he might become the creature's next victim and meal.
Mauric feels that controlling it might be both easy and difficult, its own desires matching the warlocks, the creature eager to be freed and to be unleashed again, to serve as a living engine of conflict once again.
But will Mauric be able to stop it? Able to truly guide it? The warlock's will is matched against demonic hunger and the pure urge of destruction.
Its hunger sated the shards get calmer but Mauric feels the strain, realizing that he will not be able to do this often- or he might become the creature's next victim and meal.
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With the now rather large shard in his hand he decided to give it something to feast on. He coulds still release it in Sigil through someone else he figured. He slid it into the device on his breastplate designed to let a blade rest in while he made use of his hand.
He openend the lockbox witht he remaining shards not sure how many was still there. They would not remain tranquil for long he recokned. Tucking the sack inbetween his belt.
Leaving through the well known tunnels in Undersigil. He betook himself once more to the Temple of the Abyss. He approached Noxana the unwilling once there. Albeit his raspy struggling voice was ill fit for it streaks of a flirtatious tone was heard in the many falls and and rises.
"It was some time since I served directly in the war. Cannot have that remain so can we? Would you be so kind to direct me to a current siege that's have been locked in a stalemate for at least a few decades?" He took the shard from the plate holding it and flipped it. Clanking heavily in his gauntlet. "Have a few tests for a potential new siegeweaponry."
He openend the lockbox witht he remaining shards not sure how many was still there. They would not remain tranquil for long he recokned. Tucking the sack inbetween his belt.
Leaving through the well known tunnels in Undersigil. He betook himself once more to the Temple of the Abyss. He approached Noxana the unwilling once there. Albeit his raspy struggling voice was ill fit for it streaks of a flirtatious tone was heard in the many falls and and rises.
"It was some time since I served directly in the war. Cannot have that remain so can we? Would you be so kind to direct me to a current siege that's have been locked in a stalemate for at least a few decades?" He took the shard from the plate holding it and flipped it. Clanking heavily in his gauntlet. "Have a few tests for a potential new siegeweaponry."
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It could be turned into an elaborate trap, perhaps causing the creature and the one triggering it to be flayed but..... the risks would be great, the backlash against his faction tremendous.
In the Temple he is welcome however and as Tiefling's eyes fall upon the shard a small wicked smile forms on the Indeps lips.
"So the Doomguards are joining our forces once again, eh?" She reaches for a big book, scorched metal clamps holding pages made of still supple, fresh looking skin.
"There are two sieges you might want to join- the first are the Forces of Baphomet against an allience of celestials and mortals serving this annoying power Heironeus. For twenty years this outposts holds against the onslaught of the bestial Lords forces- a sore of good and order festering in the sweet rotting darkness of the Abyss' 602nd layer.
The second is a assault on a copper fortress in Avernus- Demogorgon himself wants to see it gone. Attacking the Baatezu on their own ground is always risky and we know we cannot hold any gains we make but destroying this fortress should be...delightful.", she purrs.
In the Temple he is welcome however and as Tiefling's eyes fall upon the shard a small wicked smile forms on the Indeps lips.
"So the Doomguards are joining our forces once again, eh?" She reaches for a big book, scorched metal clamps holding pages made of still supple, fresh looking skin.
"There are two sieges you might want to join- the first are the Forces of Baphomet against an allience of celestials and mortals serving this annoying power Heironeus. For twenty years this outposts holds against the onslaught of the bestial Lords forces- a sore of good and order festering in the sweet rotting darkness of the Abyss' 602nd layer.
The second is a assault on a copper fortress in Avernus- Demogorgon himself wants to see it gone. Attacking the Baatezu on their own ground is always risky and we know we cannot hold any gains we make but destroying this fortress should be...delightful.", she purrs.
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"Some of us at the least. Not all amongst us see the potential ruin that runs deep within the demonic races. Something I labour tirelessly to change. You should contact me more often Noxana." He explained while pondering his options. His dramatic handmovments had replaced much of his lacking facial expressions.
"Quite a choice to make. Both hold importance of equal measure. I will make an effort to assist in both endeavours. Depending how lasting a tool I may provide. " He put his right knuckles on her desk holding the shard. The left arm prothese remaining rigid and motionless of course.
"I will travel to Avernus immediately as it seems more pressing and demanding speed whereas the twenty years siege will likely last a little longer. Would you kindly give me the location of the siege camp and the command chain to the last knowledge of course taken how rappidly those can change in the heat of the fray."
"Quite a choice to make. Both hold importance of equal measure. I will make an effort to assist in both endeavours. Depending how lasting a tool I may provide. " He put his right knuckles on her desk holding the shard. The left arm prothese remaining rigid and motionless of course.
"I will travel to Avernus immediately as it seems more pressing and demanding speed whereas the twenty years siege will likely last a little longer. Would you kindly give me the location of the siege camp and the command chain to the last knowledge of course taken how rappidly those can change in the heat of the fray."
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"Sure, sure my dearest... let me consult the book..." she turns to a wall, tilts part of it down to reveal a secret compartment that holds a humanoid female, her eyes and earsh sewn shut, her skin flayed from her body, slowly regrowing- probably the source of the pages Mauric just saw.
The tiefling whispers to her and somehow the twisted, tortured creature understand, stammering her answer in a crude, simple form of abyssal. Mauric barely can make any sense of it but Noxana understants, kisses the creature's forehead before shutting the alcove again, trapping the being in darkness and pain again.
"The Marilith Fi'jez'la leads the assault and you can find them at..." now a set of desriptions and coordinates follows, making no sense at first but after she stopped Mauric somehow knows where to go and what to do.
(( want to gather the troops and do the assault in game? ))
The tiefling whispers to her and somehow the twisted, tortured creature understand, stammering her answer in a crude, simple form of abyssal. Mauric barely can make any sense of it but Noxana understants, kisses the creature's forehead before shutting the alcove again, trapping the being in darkness and pain again.
"The Marilith Fi'jez'la leads the assault and you can find them at..." now a set of desriptions and coordinates follows, making no sense at first but after she stopped Mauric somehow knows where to go and what to do.
(( want to gather the troops and do the assault in game? ))
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He eyed the feminie figure enviousness distorting his metal-concealed face. How he wished for a loyal servant like this. Unwillingly of course but loyal still by force. He withdrew his gauntlet from the desk.
"I shall return if the fortress is oblitterated and we can talk of a fair recompensation that might seem to you just as much a reward." He voice even more broken and shattered than before. Ringing otherwordly as if a chorus of a thousand various fiends spoke all at once beyond the veil. Himself the hollow nexus. A failing pact between fiends now more than a pact between a man and fiend. Noxana would know this man didn't have much time unless he found a way to prolong the inevitable at time still.
Leaving Sigil through the newly opened portal to Baator in the hive.His sabatons crushing the soft rotten bones as he waded through the putrid pool. Once on the other side he tried to envision the location he had been given and gate directly unto it.
((Would like to carry on here for a bit before that and make a better planned assault later.))
"I shall return if the fortress is oblitterated and we can talk of a fair recompensation that might seem to you just as much a reward." He voice even more broken and shattered than before. Ringing otherwordly as if a chorus of a thousand various fiends spoke all at once beyond the veil. Himself the hollow nexus. A failing pact between fiends now more than a pact between a man and fiend. Noxana would know this man didn't have much time unless he found a way to prolong the inevitable at time still.
Leaving Sigil through the newly opened portal to Baator in the hive.His sabatons crushing the soft rotten bones as he waded through the putrid pool. Once on the other side he tried to envision the location he had been given and gate directly unto it.
((Would like to carry on here for a bit before that and make a better planned assault later.))
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((Alright then! Lets go on...))
after gating from the Seventh to the First Mauric finds himself on a battlefield, hordes of lesser demons clashing with their baatorian counterparts while greater fiends fight on the hotspots. The tanar'ri outnumber the devils five to one in some places but so far the Baatezu stand fast, making the attackers bleed.
To his left he finds a Marilith on a hill, sourrounded by six armoured vrocks, busy to guide some Armanites that are charging a baatorian battlee formation's flank, hoping to break the tight, disciplined battalion.
A barrage of Fireballs rains down from the sky, the resulting inferno engulfing both devils and demons but of course the devils are left unharmed while the demons are severely weakened, a furious scream of the Marilith showing the general's frustration.
Battles attract fireballs, Mauric remembers. The very plane of Avernus an opponent as well, burning the demons from its surface in glorious orgys of firey destruction.
There is a buzzing in the air and Mauric sees the twisted flylike shapes of two Chasmes descending, the demonic taskmasters having noticed this unexpected 'intruder'.
A cloud of dust surrounds Mauric as they land- ine in front, one in his back and a purplish dark ray hits him from behind, sapping away his strenght.
"A mortal it is, is it not?" "It is, it is... I prepared it, prepared to be a toy... weak, I want to play first!" They talk to each other aloud in the language of the Abyss- perhaps to intimidate and to terrify their victim.
Mauric knows those creatures, they are not a threat to him, merely annoying- but a battle will attract more dangerous demons and devils alike.... and of course the local rain of fire.
after gating from the Seventh to the First Mauric finds himself on a battlefield, hordes of lesser demons clashing with their baatorian counterparts while greater fiends fight on the hotspots. The tanar'ri outnumber the devils five to one in some places but so far the Baatezu stand fast, making the attackers bleed.
To his left he finds a Marilith on a hill, sourrounded by six armoured vrocks, busy to guide some Armanites that are charging a baatorian battlee formation's flank, hoping to break the tight, disciplined battalion.
A barrage of Fireballs rains down from the sky, the resulting inferno engulfing both devils and demons but of course the devils are left unharmed while the demons are severely weakened, a furious scream of the Marilith showing the general's frustration.
Battles attract fireballs, Mauric remembers. The very plane of Avernus an opponent as well, burning the demons from its surface in glorious orgys of firey destruction.
There is a buzzing in the air and Mauric sees the twisted flylike shapes of two Chasmes descending, the demonic taskmasters having noticed this unexpected 'intruder'.
A cloud of dust surrounds Mauric as they land- ine in front, one in his back and a purplish dark ray hits him from behind, sapping away his strenght.
"A mortal it is, is it not?" "It is, it is... I prepared it, prepared to be a toy... weak, I want to play first!" They talk to each other aloud in the language of the Abyss- perhaps to intimidate and to terrify their victim.
Mauric knows those creatures, they are not a threat to him, merely annoying- but a battle will attract more dangerous demons and devils alike.... and of course the local rain of fire.
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His vison flickered in distorted images of reality his feverish sickly state. The skies becames as faces gaping over him to swallow him. The volcanic ground became as claws rending at him. Every sound was deadended by a serenade maddening howl and cries of angish and rage. He pushed forward uncertain if he had reached the destination or finally been taken by the abyss. His head drooping like a dying flower as he waddled forth. His right hand held defensivly before him. The ground crackling as he trode over it dragging his feet and settinging down his foot sluggisly hard as his control over his body weight was ineptly managed.
The energies boring into his back was as much a gift as it pulled him back to the hellish reality. Clenching his claw-like hand and lashing his head back as his weakened muscles at his back contracted due to the shock. He roared furiously uncontrolled. A multitude of diffrent muffled fiendish hisses coupled with deeper dark roars in his outcry. His head trembling with ire.
Turning around violently with his matle of skins and flesh flapped behind him due to the sudden motion. "inferior useless souls! you failed in life and you failed in afterlife!" He shouted in the abyssal tounge. This language blended with his eerie voice far better than planar common.
He would cast fear at them. Seemingly he had forgotten the searching fireballs as this would surely attracht it unless there was enough fighting around to divert them. ((Natural resistance 20.))Thereafter transform into his Hezrou form and dash straight for them with a leap using all four of his limbs.
((Ignore this if he didn't manage to catch them))
If he managed to catch them he would tear their wings off with his teeth. Then pummel them to the ground crushing all their bones and flens them so they would just barely live. Sending them back to the abyss was to mild a retaliation of course
As the boiling rage settled he attached them to his body by piercing them to his spikegrowth and there he intended to keep them having either ripped their tongues out so they dangled as ties from their riven throats or simply crushed their jaws.
The energies boring into his back was as much a gift as it pulled him back to the hellish reality. Clenching his claw-like hand and lashing his head back as his weakened muscles at his back contracted due to the shock. He roared furiously uncontrolled. A multitude of diffrent muffled fiendish hisses coupled with deeper dark roars in his outcry. His head trembling with ire.
Turning around violently with his matle of skins and flesh flapped behind him due to the sudden motion. "inferior useless souls! you failed in life and you failed in afterlife!" He shouted in the abyssal tounge. This language blended with his eerie voice far better than planar common.
He would cast fear at them. Seemingly he had forgotten the searching fireballs as this would surely attracht it unless there was enough fighting around to divert them. ((Natural resistance 20.))Thereafter transform into his Hezrou form and dash straight for them with a leap using all four of his limbs.
((Ignore this if he didn't manage to catch them))
If he managed to catch them he would tear their wings off with his teeth. Then pummel them to the ground crushing all their bones and flens them so they would just barely live. Sending them back to the abyss was to mild a retaliation of course
As the boiling rage settled he attached them to his body by piercing them to his spikegrowth and there he intended to keep them having either ripped their tongues out so they dangled as ties from their riven throats or simply crushed their jaws.
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They give as good as they get- the fear spell shaking their resolve but their cruel attacks still harming him- demons, born to fight, created to suffer, made to cause harm. Yet he keeps the upper hand, tearing apart the fly-like demons, defiling their bodies- before everything ends in roaring, painful fire.
He feels his body shrink, returning to his natural shape as he is bleeding from many wounds- bleeding and bleeding- the Chasmes' cursed attacks taking their toll. He feels the little sparks of life force remaining in his body amost ebbing away whith every drop of blood and then darkness claims him...
.... but there is no sweet oblivion for him, no violent afterlife, not yet.
Two ramheaded demons look down at him, his body aching, above him the sky of Avernus, Abishai and Advespas battling with Vrocks and Chasmes, blood and bodyparts raining down, telling of this most brutal struggle.
Stones grind against blood drenched sand as the Marilith slithers closer, the pieces of her armour stitched to her snakelike yet still disturbingly female body.
"A doomguard." She says, looking down at Mauric, not even trying to help him up. The Doomlord feels that most of his wounds have been healed, even the bleeding caused by the Chasmes has been stopped.
"Now what brings you here, Doomlord, to my battlefield? Speak quickly as I have an assault to command. Time is not our friend."
He feels his body shrink, returning to his natural shape as he is bleeding from many wounds- bleeding and bleeding- the Chasmes' cursed attacks taking their toll. He feels the little sparks of life force remaining in his body amost ebbing away whith every drop of blood and then darkness claims him...
.... but there is no sweet oblivion for him, no violent afterlife, not yet.
Two ramheaded demons look down at him, his body aching, above him the sky of Avernus, Abishai and Advespas battling with Vrocks and Chasmes, blood and bodyparts raining down, telling of this most brutal struggle.
Stones grind against blood drenched sand as the Marilith slithers closer, the pieces of her armour stitched to her snakelike yet still disturbingly female body.
"A doomguard." She says, looking down at Mauric, not even trying to help him up. The Doomlord feels that most of his wounds have been healed, even the bleeding caused by the Chasmes has been stopped.
"Now what brings you here, Doomlord, to my battlefield? Speak quickly as I have an assault to command. Time is not our friend."