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originally posted in: The Feast (Updated)
Edited by Unseelie Nil: 11/29/2019 3:07:30 AM
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The fight lasted well into the night until only four remain. Three now circle eachother in the space before the throne while the fourth, a clever Tiefling man, sips whine from a bottle at a nearby table watching with the rest of the crowd. A Dwarven woman, shield up and a sword drawn from her side. An unarmed Orc, calm and observant. And a savage Human, a fang dug into his lip, face half burnt from a spell caster earlier, eyes full of madness. In one hand he holds a great axe, and in the other a hand axe. He faints toward the Orc, then to the Dwarf, testing their nerve, then he chuckles before swinging wildly at the Orc. The attacks make superficial cuts and raise sparks from the stone floor, but the Orc dodges the worst of it and lunges into an opening to attempt to disarm the madman, but is met with a mighty headbutt. The Dwarf charges forward, but the Human spins and knocks her back with a swing of his great axe. He pounds his bare chest with his other hand and shouts, "I will be victorious, or die a glorious death! Witness me, Blood Goddess!" He lunges at the Dwarf with quick overhead swings that slam into her shield. She loses ground as she braces her shield with both hands, each blow chips bits of metal and wood off of it. Then, the Orc comes from behind. He locks one leg with his, grabs the Humans left arm, and pushes up with the other. A sickening snap echoes through the hall as the Humans arm is broken and he drops the hand axe. He retaliates by tossing the Orc aside with his limp arm and drags his great axe forward leaving a large gash in the floor. In one motion, he swings up into the Dearfs shield, sending her flying back, and over his head bringing the axe down towards the Orc behind him. The Orc rolls just in time for the axe to smash four inches into the stone where he was, the Human lunges for the Orcs throat with his fangs, but the Dwarf slashes his leg and he falls to one knee. The Human looks up to Nil with a smile and closes his eyes as the Dwarf beheads him. She drops the remnants of her shield and raises her eyes to the Orcs, but he is looking behind her. The Tiefling pierces her chest from behind with his silver rapier. She looks down, surprised, and falls to ash. The Tiefling downs the bottle of wine, tosses it aside, and kicks the Dwarfs sword over to the Orc. He picks it up and tests the weight, then the Tiefling is upon him. He stabsup and slashes quickly, the Orc barely avoiding taking fatal strikes, but then he rolls back and lobs a ball of flame at the Orc. Surprised, the Orc rolls forward and slashes at the Tiefling, but he is gone. Suddenly he appears, then he appears again, and again. There are four of him surrounding the Orc. The circle him, moving in closer with their rapiers up. The Orc raises the sword above his head with both hands and waits for a sign. Then he hears it, a boot stepping on glass, he swings and strikes the Tieflings arm. He staggers back, surprised and frustrated, then lifts his hand to throw another ball of flame, but the Orc raises his hand aswell and the spell fizzles. The Tieflings eyes go wide as the sword separates his head from his body. Nil begins to softly clap. "Well that was all terribly dramatic, congratulations! What is your name, my champion?" The Orc steps forward and bows his head, "I am Gorlok of the Spurned Clan." "Nnnneat!" Gorlok could tell she was feigning interest, "Now then, to business! You shall command my armies whilst I finish the ritual. Lay siege to the city with everything at our disposal." Gorloks brow furrows as he considers her command, "When?" The doors open once more and a hulking figure fills the frame. They duck as they enter, their broad shoulders barely passing through the entry. A long grey cloak conceals whatever lies beneath. Nil stands, "Ah! Gorlok, this is an old associate of mine. May I introduce the Flesh Sculpter, Lord of Pain and Fourth Chair in the Court of Nowhere!" She bows and the behemoth awkwardly does the same. Nil turns to Gorlok once more, "Let's discuss the details of the plan in private!" [spoiler]I'm not entirely satisfied with this but if I dont just bite the bullet and post it, I'll obsess over every little detail and never get anything done. So here, just take the damned thing![/spoiler]
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