A Calling

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A curt nod was all the reply the inquisitor gave, moments before the man-creature Yakuvna turned and left the assembled company, Yakuvna's men, and the two-dozen men in the employ of the inquisitor. Decais turned away from the retreating architect, calling his lookouts from the roof with a gentle mind nudge. He felt their heartbeats growing closer as they made their way through the shielded and hidden building. In moments, the two black-clad warriors were trotting down the broad marble staircase that Decais himself had descended not more than a few minutes passed, the female of the pair with her high powered rifle held ready, the male hefting the missile-launcher and it's blessed ammunition. Mortal weapons may have been next to useless against most of the powers gathered here today. The inquisitor knew this, and had taken steps. Every one of the weapons held by his people was blessed, swathed in wards and faith. The missile launcher for instance, fired Warp-blessed missiles, capable of tearing lesser daemons back to the ether in it's fiery blast.

"Servants of the Emperor, you know why I have gathered you here, now. We got forth to meet the enemies of mankind, to do battle with those that would see us and this world swallowed by darkness. Daemons, avatars, and 'Gods' stalk the streets of this city." his pale-eyed yet penetrating stare moved from person to person, as his mind leapt from head to head, seeking fear or weakness "We are the Emperors blade. We are his cleansing fire. We will bring low these foul beasts of Chaos, send them back to their dark masters. They are fearless. We will teach them fear."

He cast a brief glance at Yakuvnas men, and decided against probing them too deeply. There may well be things he didn't want to discover just yet, hidden inside their thoughts. Looking back at his cadre, he drew his ancient blade, the runes etched into it's steely face glowing as the blade was sheathed in a pale blue haze, the visible manifestation of Decais' powers.

"The Emperor protects" He intoned, marking the sign of the Aquila across his armoured chest. The others echoed the catechism as the golden-armoured inquisitor turned on his heel, marching out into the damned city. He could feel the foci of the darkness engulfing the city. He counted three main focal points thus far. One was almost obliterated from his sight by the holy light of the Lady. He turned away from her. Best to concentrate on the largest un-countered threat - the Kelendil Monument. It sucked darkness into the heart of this dead city. There they would strike the first blow against the forces of Chaos.

With a widespread mental command, directed at all his cadre, they headed at a run towards the Monument, a staggered 'V', with Decais at it's centre. He beckoned to Yakuvna's lackeys to follow "You two will fight by my side. make whatever preparations you must, but be ready to fight, and fight hard". At the same time he released the wards and protections surrounding above-ground levels of his former residence, transferring the obscuring wards to himself and those around him.

Within moments of starting their run, the staccato crack of the cadre's weapons sang through the air, as the warriors of the inquisition struck out at those fallen to darkness. The insane, those already turned to Chaos, and any other horrors unleashed upon this ill-fated city. Decais held his glowing plasma pistol in one armoured fist, but it remained silent. His battle was beginning on another level...

Drawing on the power of the trapped and enraged Daemon Prince M'haelir, Decais struck at the site of the Monument, transforming his Warp-fuelled power into waves of pure force, striking the physical manifestations of those gathered at the Monument with the equivalent force of an atomic detonation. Hardly god-killing, but perhaps enough to send them into disarray, and separate from the flock the weaker elements...
 
(OOC: I have no idea. I just know that I opened up the portal for Treiya. I've been waiting on a response for almost a week now. Good luck.)
 
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{OOC: I was going to wait until after someone responded to the Good Rand of Blackrose, but since there's a stall... BTW - I've got two NPC's with the Inquisitor, an NPC near the Kellendil Monument that just got blown up, and Saar'Tcheras\Jason Yakuvna is offscreen at the moment, preparing something nasty.)

Alexander and Mark did what they do best to prepare for battle. They brushed off their suits and straightened their ties.

Moments later, the Inquisitor, a man specifically instructed by their boss to prevent the city from being destroyed, triggers a quite large explosion off in the distance. Mark Bishop takes charge, shouting up to the immensely armored man, "Inquisitor, let's remember the boss wants the city in one piece! Try to be a little more strategic."

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Meanwhile, Prince, or his Astral body that had been by the Monument waiting for Lim-Dul to return for the past couple pages is promptly annhilated in the blast which, as I understand it, the Kellendil Monument is close enough to Darktide

Oh, his physical body survives, safe elsewhere in the city - and his mind remains intact, safety is one of the big reasons he travels to events like this Astrally projecting, but <i>powers above</i> does his head hurt!
 
[OOC: I have the Inquisitor and his retinue just shy of a mile west of the Kelindil Monument.

And I fear I may not have been clear on the Inquisitors attack. It was a very localised blast, encompassing only the area surrounding the monument. The buildings and such surrounding it would be untouched, since although it had the physical impact of a nuclear blast, it lacked any of the range. The monument square would be flattened, but around it would be unscathed.]

Despite the conception others may hold, Julius Decais did not take well to receiving orders. Certainly, he would whole-heartedly obey the word of the Emperor - were he ever able to speak again - and he would follow the intructions of those few he called master in the Ordo, but other than that, giving the Inquisitor and order was somewhat like urinating into the wind. It was a waste of time, and would likely come back and ruin your shoes.

With a disparaging glance, Decais answered the flustered Mr. Bishop. "Be at ease Bishop. I will deliver this city as intact as is possible. And do not presume to know my strategy". If the armoured mans words came across as cold, then so be it. Decais knew what he was doing, and had little time for others' lackeys questioning his actions.

 
(OOC: Colvin is no longer near the monument. He is off doing something else but well in tune with what is going on *shrugs* Lets see if we can get things going soon)
 
There was nothing in this world that would keep her fingertips clung to his form in order to prevent a fall. She gladly felt the miniscule sting of earth against her backside, and one would believe she'd feel anger for being dropped as though her flesh didn't matter- but it was only relief that the dirt kissed her flesh, and not him. Ears twitched with the sound of his voice speaking as though, deep down, he truly cared. Pah! If such was the nature of that creature before her, he never would have made her what she was.. He never would have created this monster. One leg curled toward her form, left arm draped o'er while her right kept her form propped. Tendrils of gold licked her visage with every whisp of the gentle breeze; thought crossed her brow, yet it was replaced with the smirk 'pon blood red lips. "I don't need your protection, Scorn. I am fully capable of protecting myself from that which desires to destroy me." Though she couldn't deny that manipulating others to protect her was a far greater prize than any, but she could defend herself when truly necessary. "You are the last person I'd trust with my life. With one false move, you'd use me as a bartering chip to keep your hide clear of any scratch or bruise. Though, on this playing field, I'd doubt my life is worth anything to cause hesitation in those that are gathered, and those that hide in shadow." Her other leg began to curl beneath her, and she'd begin to rise.

For now, she was simply walking back to the tree she was perched in before his stench filled her nostrils. "All you tyrants and warlords, Kings and Emperors.. Gods and Demi-Gods.. You're all the same. All one needs to do is fine the woman that has captured your attention, that you find you cannot live without... and no one else can have but you, and then they have found the weakness that will curdle your blood." A soft chuckle. It was funny to her that in all of history, it was always a woman that was the rise, and fall.. of the empires of the old world. All the wars were fought for a woman- for the power to keep her, the wealth to lavish her with affection, and the popularity to keep her interested. In one way or another, every war was fought for a woman, and this is what made Novelly chuckle.. Because not long ago, it was she and a few other notable women of Tenaria that were the jewels of the mens' hearts. Novelly, Mia, Blaise...They were always the targets of kidnappings or other cruel devices. And then, a sigh.. such were the grand ole' days. "Anger, Scorn. While it gives you an insight in battle, it blinds you to the truth. Rage never allows you to see anything but the wrong path. You'd do well to remember that, should anyone pick at your emotions." One hand curled 'pon a branch, and she'd begin to climb back into her perch.

Once settled in her perch, her voice would emanate, finally giving light to Scorn's tale on death. "Vaticus is not dead, Scorn, you should know better. He carved a destructive path in history; we all knew him, and those that didn't knew of him. He still lives in nightmares, and you can hear his sword clang against opposing steel. As long as there is death, destruction.. pain and torment.. and revenge.. There will always be a Vaticus Darglore. You cannot kill a legend simply by destroying his body." Lashes closed, allowing her senses to fan out.. allowing the shadow to open up and become her eyes. There was nothing in particular she was searching for, simply the first sign of hostility so she could unleash the caged beast.


(Novelly is in a tree not too far from the monument, and Sune is walking in the city toward the other manifestation of Scorn)
 
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"I know what your thinking... and compared to me, your Vaticus Darglore is one of theese dead fetuses at our feet. I am death, I am torment and destruction. I am Scorn...DarkTide."

Hissed, low and throaty, his voice tinged the air, that tongue tasted the scent of destructive warmth and broken land, the dying citizens and the meek or pure hearts that tried to help.

Bare feet crushed the dirt, pebbles, and cobblestone beneath. Curling toes wrenched the concrete from it's earthly hold. This creature, demon as some would call him, god as others stepped about Novelly. That fair woman curled at his feet. No recoil would levy itself against this beautiful woman a woman whom sought retreat from a monster such as this Jekyll and Hyde to a tree not to far away. "VATICUS IS DEAD!"

Calming, his voice resumed the monotone of sweet submission and tempting obscenities.

"Soon, you will have nowhere to go...and the time invested in you will come to it's fruition."

Those insideous leering grey eyes destroyed the trek, the path from Novelly to himself. She made her distance in vain, for Scorn kept it perfect, never to far, never to close, stalking, lurking, hunting the sweetness that was Novelly Skyefyre.

(The other image of Scorn, near Sune)

"The hero of the day...."

Spat, those words wreaked of disgust and distaste in the not to spacious escalation between himself and Sune.

"Save them...Save them all if you can, but who....is going to save you..?"

Fingers curled, one didget against the next before a sweltering hand, doused in writhing fire seared against the shoulder of a pitiful, terrified little girl, already her skin cooked, already her flesh broiled and charred, her screams...heart stopping.

"You see...the day I was forsaken was the day the world died, the day you saved me was the day you killed the world, you are responsible for this... inevitable extinction, and I am responsible for your damnation."
 
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Steps continued to bring her forward, continued to draw her closer to the man that threatened the lives of innocent men and women simply because he enjoyed the resonating screams. Eyes drifted toward the child, her countenance softened yet she did nothing to prevent more torment upon this child. White still licked at her other hand, flickering heavenward.. awaiting to be released. Darknessbane sat vigilant at her side until her arm swung and stabbed the earth before her with the tip. The area around her began to tremble, and snake-like streams began to form in the earth. Within thirty feet all around her form, the ground was sanctified. And lo, when she managed to stop, the very edge of the radius barely tore at Scorn's form. "The famous Scorn DarkTide. It's a shame that you hide behind the screams and pain of innocent children. Has your power paled since you came crawling on hand and knee to my garden, or are you just too weak to face your advisary that you need some sort of leverage? The stories I heard were that you needed no shield to defend yourself.. but look at you now.. The Great Scorn DarkTide hiding behind a mortal. Pathetic."

His words did nothing to irritate her- no crease formed along her brow, no twitch of her lip. Had he been watchful of her form, he would've noticed a few differences upon her arrival. The decorated bracers that clung violently to her flesh were no where to be found.. they were the barriers that Gargauth put upon herself to keep her at bay. They were the things to keep her controlled. They kept her from turning on him. "No one is going to save me, and I don't expect any to run to my aid. I will not cower at the knowledge that no one will be here to protect me. I don't need protection" Did Scorn honestly believe that The Hidden Lord himself would appear and stand between him and Sune? The vibrancy her hand gave off began to grow. It swelled, consuming her fingertips until another bolt shot from her form, straight toward Scorn and the child he hid behind. The bolt itself split into seven shards, one always a fraction higher or lower than the last.

"I was damned long before I knew of your existance. Now let's see the great DarkTide fall on hand and knee and beg for his life like he did once before."

The illumination of the Darknessbane continued.. it flickered in sync with her own aura. Such a beautiful parting gift from the Lady of the Lake..It too, was waiting to be released.
 
"My Vaticus did less talking and more killing." Brows perked heavenward, and her nails dug into the limb of the tree that she perched upon.. much resembling a feline arcing her spine in order to get comfortable. "His body may be destroyed, but you of all should know, Scorn, that death never chains a soul forever. And simply because he is dead, doesn't mean my loyalty will fade. I was not forced into anything with him, I chose it."


Those eyes, continuously swirling.. continuously showing the crazed thoughts that ran rampant through this corrupted mind.. narrowed upon Scorn's form. They'd blacken, the pupil swelling over the entire surface from lash to lash. "The threat of death does not cause fear to swell in my breast. Many times have I seen the hells... and each time some power-hungry bastard rips me from an eternity of earned damnation." Fanged maw snapped at Scorn; her jaw split in half, opening vertically with hook-like appendages swinging out at his form. Talonesque digits carved lines on the tree branch, and at her touch the tree itself began to wither. She was drawing the life from the foliage within a 10 foot radius. The top part of her maw also broke in two, far shorter than her jaw, truly, but still enough to swing and latch onto objects like a parasite.

With a hissing voice, she directed all her rage at Scorn. He gnawed on the last part of her nerve, today. "Perhaps Sune has the right idea." Crimson circled her irises and they focused on the man infront of her, continuously threatening her with her life. Wet snaps continued to emanate from her flesh, and the sound of tearing skin and the stench of blood began to radiate around her perch.
 
A sound is heard, but a whisper at first. A melodic tone an inspiring vibration. As Scorn's demon horde tears through the city, over the sound of the rip of steel, over the sound of gunfire as the cities protectors fight back against the demon spawn, over the crackle of the flames consuming the city and the screams of people as they die most terribly, a sound is heard.

Without much hope, with the almighty who call themselves gods laughing at the mortals and reveling in the carnage, the citizens of Capital City prepare for extermination. A few have stepped forward to protect as best they can, yet the most powerful of the beings of this realm called Ayenee simply stand back, their own machinations and devices in work to further their own end, as power has a corrupting influence. Uncaring of the sufferings of mortals they turn there backs to prepare for there own survival in the time of crisis as beings of time untold come back to the realm with a vengeance. And still the sound remains, still just a whisper against the terror and massacre that now leads the city into unending turmoil. Hope remains, maybe a savior has come or a voice of reason in this time of madness.

A figure on the horizon comes slowly, steadily. One foot in front of the other. He thinks to himself. No reason to fear the song is our strength, the song is our guide, the song is our purpose. Creatures of nightmares and spawns of the Abyss feast upon the dead and dying yet stop when the figure approaches. A song passes over his lips, a tale of triumphs and glory of old days, the might of his words emboldening those the demons have come to bring ruination upon. With their spirits lifted the demons' hold on them lessens and slowly at first the withdraw from the field. Just a few here and there, but enough to be noticed.

(OCC: Greetings, saw this and just had to add to it. Down with the flu so figured I'd let my ideas roam. Been running a module and you don't have much room for creativity with them, though I always adapt stuff for my own. Anyways...Hello all, love what you're doing, though it appears to have been a while back that this was dropped so don't know what all happened, if a resolution happened or what. I my own personal campaign, little developments on old Gargy. Last time he left this realm...don't know how many times Jay brought him back, but last time I got rid of Dark Avalon this is what all has happened..and if you want a full Gargy history...uhm don't ask, its long. Anyways...he returned to Faerun, got involved in the whole Age of Worms game I ran, NPC minor. Anyways, as he is here on Ayenee. He's still a Diety, and I'm assuming no one has tried to fill his roles as the incarnation of Evil and lord of Powermongering, corruption, betrayal, and lies...correct? He lost all his other portfolios that he gained during his absence, other parties reclaimed them or new ones took them. As for the Warp power...Gargauth realized that it was consuming his form as you can't really control pure Chaos, though you could form it. And for those of you don't know where this Warp power came from, a long time a go we ran a campaign where Gargy and his minions laid siege to various planes of existance with his forces and was able to set up binding shrines that tranferred the latent energy of the different planes through a color pool into the astral plane. Then a great machine THe_Dark_Hunter and Gargy built on the astral plane stored the power and Gargauth had an amulet that gave him access to that energy. Eventually the power changed in his person and he was able to access the great machine without the amulet and he even was able to grant access through his portfolios to his faithful. It was all pretty neat and legit. Gave my minions a powerful weapon to use and it was a blast having half of Tenaria trying to oppose me and the other half aiding me. Had much fun with that story arch. He wasn't able to get all the planes tied into the machine as again Dark_Hunter partially betrayed him to Nafaustu and Ahkhkharu and Roland_Foxx...that is an old tell best left for another day. Anyways, the machine has not been maintained as it should have been and the power has waned without that maintenance. So the warp is not as strong as it was in the old days and Gargy really doesn't even fool with it as...well anyways, same old same old, not as many followers so deific powers are alot weaker.
As for the incarnation in the above tale, that is Astaroth, a simple entertainer. You can get to know him if you want, watch for his honeyed words though and the power of his song. Going to pied piper the citizens to a safer locale in the story, away from the city until all the 'gods' and god-like beings are done having fun tilling the earth. Take care guys, hope some of you are still out there and alive.)
 
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