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Post by Lord Sarne Sequoia on Jan 12, 2024 14:26:18 GMT -5
Sarne cracks a smile. "I will say nothing. But without control, you will fall on your own. Your friend will get you in trouble one day. I do not know if I or anyone can help you," said Sarne his tone was pleasant but held a warning. Sarne continued to walk keeping an eye on Azazel just now and then.
Walking up to a round mud hut there was some whimpering coming from it. People were trying to keep quiet but the little kids were giving them away. Sarne shook his head He did not care but the stolen goods were probably there as well. Sarne Paused at the door remember what I said Azazel." remarked Sarne his tone confident and cold now.
Sarne reached up and stanched the door open the little wood that was holding it broke and the door fell apart. Sarne saw what he thought to be a 10-year-old boy with a knife charging him it was in slow motion to Sarne. from another hut ran out a young man probably 17 years old. he had an Ax and was charging Azazel The man was not too bright almost stumbling as he got close.
The boy charging Sarne got stopped short when Sarne smacked the boy with his shield. The boy went flying to one side and rolled to a stop holding his arm the knife flew off into the brush. the women and children start to cry and had fear in there eyes.
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Post by Azazel, the Godsdeath on Jan 12, 2024 14:50:32 GMT -5
Azazel was already in a foul mood, subjected to Sarne's scrutiny and displeasure, when the boy charged him. Without a thought of hesitation or compassion, Azazel snapped his fingers. Immediately, four burning chains erupted from the earth, wrapping around the arms and legs of the foolish adversary. The boy cried out in agony, immediately dropping his carried ax as the red-hot bindings seared their marks into his flesh [Scern's God Killer].
As the boy continued to howl in torment, much to the horror of the assembled women and children, Azazel was much to preoccupied with his own thoughts to pay him any mind. Of course, the demon would hold no consideration for the pain of a foe, even if his mind was clear and unbusied.
This mortal is irritating. Who does he think he is to look down on me, to pity me? He has signed his death warrant by presuming himself my equal.
For perhaps the first time, it was the wrath demon that was the voice of reason between the two, advising caution in light of Azazel's recklessness for his wounded pride.
I don't like the pigeon any more than you, Azazel, but he is a capable warrior, even on his own merits. That warrants the respect of caution. We may yet kill him, but not here. Think about your plans.
The manipulation demon's mind quieted quickly.
Quite right, Arteron. Thank you for your counsel. Plotting his downfall will be half the fun anyway.
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Post by Lord Sarne Sequoia on Jan 12, 2024 23:14:50 GMT -5
Now regretting his promise to Azazel Sarne looked at the others in the hut "Leave, get out of here! now or My friend here might lose his temper and cut you all down." Sarne shouted in a frightening tone. The crest on Sarne's cloak glowed with a white hue.
[1] A Dominating fear settled on the area around Sarne the people started to run out of the building mostly women and children a few teens who dropped some farming tools as they ran out. The people huddled together as they ran. The boy that Sarne had knocked down also ran holding his broken arm.
The other boy stopped screaming and just fell to the ground passing out from the shock of being burnt alive. It was over now and looking closer in side Sarne saw some of the items stolen by the Mud Worm bandits.
Sarne turned and looked at Azazel "I think that it. We can leave the rest to the local Lord, Azazel. Just let the Bogskippers go they will return to their homes and farms." Suggested Sarne. "Be careful out there you and ah.. your friends. I don't need to know anything go in peace and collect your reward Azazel." said Sarne "Until next time. You can get the glory for the Bogskippers return."
Sarne had a loud set of whistles and the Large Terror Bird landed flapping its powerful wings blowing dirt and dust everywhere and letting out some creams as Sarne walked up to it. "Be Well!" said Sarne as he mounded the Large Terror Bird.
[1] Looming Fear
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Post by Azazel, the Godsdeath on Jan 15, 2024 13:06:42 GMT -5
Azazel audibly growled in irritation as he saw the noble fly away on his wretched bird.
Arrogant, insolent mortal. That one's signed his death warrant once my reign is solidified. He'll be a strong opponent. I relish the challenge of defeating him. I will prepare the vessel for our combat. So nice when we're on the same page, dear Arteron. We should really angle to work on the same side more often. Maybe I would if working with you didn't always mean bowing to your nefarious plans. Ah well: hazard of nature.
The demon moved his vessel further into the ramshackle village, finding the bugs and releasing them from their cage, pleased at least to find the noble spoke true: the small creatures immediately began skittering off in the direction of Lilicors Village. Azazel heaved a deep sigh as he began moving after them, figuring that he should return with the beasts, lest he lose his reward of recognition and the entire reason for being in this wretched place.
Smirking to himself, the manipulation decided he would follow Sarne's advice, cutting the noble entirely out of the acclaim by augmenting the truth to claim he hurried off without completing the objective. It was a low, spiteful move, but Azazel's blackened mood could only be remedied by engaging in such pettiness. With little aplomb, the demon stalked off into the mire, giving to consideration to the ocean of blood or the charred corpse he had created.
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