Fantasy His Majesty's Band of Homicidal Maniacs [IC]

[Birdsie]

STORY THREAD

Rules:
1. I am always right!
2. If I am wrong, refer to the rule above!
3. Write your character's NAME and LOCATION above the posts, for clarification.
4. Have fun.

 

[Birdsie]

June Verles Inheritance NewAgeBlack Reinhardt Gundam Watcher 27 Psychonaut The_split_Nation Noble Scion

Spoiler: Ambience

Hello there.

Ah, did you come here to listen to one of my fabled stories? Mm?

I shall read one of my favorites to you, but do listen mindfully! This story is based on fact - and more than that - it has a moral, that you will hopefully come to learn at the end!

Ahem! Ah! Blu-blugh! Blugh! Agh! Foo! Ahe-hem, almost choked on my spit there, hehehe! Let's begin!

The first thing you ought to know is that this story begins in a kingdom: a relatively affluent kingdom with many urban and suburban areas. Due to a caustic combination of too few responsibilities, too much allowance, and absurd levels of moral depravity, there was little chance that fetishistically niche subcultures wouldn't form, and form they did!

The little subculture that we concern ourselves with, however, were those of infernalists! These ones, in particular, were known as the Order of the Ebon Blade - a coterie of diabolical edgelords with a penchant for sordid poetry, drama, art, and wickedly phlegmatic sorts of past-time entertainment involving the summoning, binding, and, ah, "serving" or "dominating" creatures of a disposition known to lesser mortals as of being succubae - and they were exceptionally volatile as a group of shameful and unscrupulous callow belligerents would very well be!

So one day, after being kicked out of the kingdom for their sins against nature... the Ebon Warhammers decided to take vengeance! Garbing themselves in devilish veneers, and nasty sneers, they proceeded to move to the furthest reaches of the northwesternest fringes of the great continent of Pangea!

And there it was, on the seventh night of the seventh month, in the seventh year, that they had ruptured ajar a portal to the Gulf Beyond! The Lake Below! The Great Undoing! The Realm of Tartarus! In other words, dears... they opened a portal to Hell.

And to no little Hell indeed, as they had opened a doorway into Pandemonium: the very capital city of all things wrong with the galaxy and the realms that lie beyond it. And alas, the problem was greatly exacerbated by their actions, for they had torn open a jaw of venerable hatred in the universe, feeding it power from the combined depravity of their lowlife squalor in hopes the incessant burning of their sinful wickedness would serve as an inexhaustible fuel for the demonic entities contained above, beyond, below, and fro - and that for this fungal food, they would be willing to subserve the Ebon Wands and let them ascend into new vistas of reality, reaching an apotheosis to planes of mental and spiritual enlightenment that the human mind's meager fleshy electric signals do not comprehend! [Dramatic Gasp] But... they were wrong!

For reals, they got tortured, killed, chopped up, and their corpses used for decoration.

But it opened a path, for the Pandemonians to move out into the world! And as such, the newly self-appointed Emperor Malevolus Heltkaiser - later reincarnated as Emperor Malevolus Heltkaiser the second of his name, et cetera, et cetera - led forth a swarm of giant, angry red horned motherfuckers into the world! The forces of Hell itself leaked out of their foul realm as though a stream of odious grease from a popped cyst: the portal that gave birth to this awesome horde of vengeful furies and monsters the mortal comprehension errs to describe with anything resembling an accurate picture of the sheer, repulsive horror these creatures represented!

Their dark advance was met by a mass festival of violent, darkly magnificent and pitchfork and torch-wielding peasants enlightened only by their blind thirst for an easy break from the everyday drudgery of their pointless mortal lives. As such, they rushed onward, meeting the demon hordes that would've once caused the breakdown of sociological and economical systems from the very appearance, shape, and composition of their bodies, and stabbed into them, creating geysers of grand and violent demon blood, soaked in yellow, brown, blacken hues! Two ravening masses of cruelty, rambunctious in their movements, chittering like hives of spiders thrashing against each other and consuming one another endlessly, in a beautiful, beautiful symphony of violent and pointless havoc!

Somehow, by some mechanism, which has been left unclear to me, you're still reading this, so I may as well finish it off with flair equaling if not surpassing that which I had put proudly onto display as though the head of a lions' pride stood atop the richest palace on the former planet of Pluto, presenting his ballsack to the galaxy and asking it for a schlurp!

Alas, this murder festival did not last long! Within the span of moments, the despicable horde of diabolical horned sons of bitches was divested of the supernatural treasure which dangled faithfully in the middle of nowhere! A group of heroes chosen through methods or devices of measuring worth that would puzzle philosophers for millennia to follow, by wavelengths of celestial intent carrying all of the benign attitudes, caring, and compassion, carried out an operation of superb craft and might in which they tore in twain the pulsing, oozing mass of blackened darkness, destroying Emperor Malevolus' inferior, ordinary, superior, penultimate, and ultimate forms in the doing of such, before throwing the magical and divine equivalent of a Molotov cocktail and chemical concoction of acids and royal waters down the portal to Pandemonium, forevermore sealing away that prospect of passage between realms.

As such, the Emperor Malevolus Heltkaiser II was left with a horde of guttling immoral projections of mortalkind's own dark reflection of their visceral self-perception. With nothing else to do - he beat the shit out of them. And he beat the shit out of them some more until they submitted to his darkly intelligent will and strength. Doubtless, this was due to the presence of some form of higher erudition the rest of the demonic quantities did not possess, whether by their literally and metaphorically accursed birthright or by misfortunate loss when the chosen heroes had decided to cut out their brains using hurricane flurries of cutlass slashing.

Skip forward some odd nine-hundred years later. Emperor Malevolus had managed to turn the Empire of Gehenna into an industrial wonderland of production facilities and black smoke, advanced smithing techniques, and trade with the orcish neighbors to the far east and north. In the meantime, he'd been intending to figure out the best method for taking over the Athear Kingdom that denied him so long ago - alas, an exercise in futility he'd never had the chance to accomplish, given his sealing at the hands of a new set of heroes chosen only a meager year ago!

It is now your duty to take back what is rightfully his, and free your master to take vengeance! The time of reckoning has come! The day dawns near when we shall all watch the sky as armageddon befalls us!

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Archagent Morax // New Pandemonium; Meeting Room
Late Morning...

"And that is essentially why all of you are here, and what I want you to do," the demonic creature said, in a smooth baritone. Morax's voice was as though someone took a cup of evil wine and pasted it into a format of sound, with a subsonic hum of ambient spiritual corrosion that occurs in most high-level archdemons with invisible faces who wish to appear more menacing.

"Any questions?" He moved his steepled hands to the sides, looking around the room.

OOC: what the fuck did I even

 

[Noble Scion]

Camilla Sage // New Pandemonium; Meeting Room

Spoiler: Appearance

"Our rewards come after Emperor Malevolus Heltkaiser II is freed, correct? When shall these be discussed?" The cloaked woman that had been leaning cross-armed on the table asked with a strong noble tone, the outline of her invisible face cringing slightly at the taste of the word emperor being used to refer to someone other than herself, but supposing that this great and powerful being must have earned their title as much as she had earned her own.

A small imp sat scratching away with a quill next to the woman, viciously writing down every word that was said by the archagent, presumably under the control of the feathered woman. The valet seemed stressed keeping their claw-writing tidy, repeatedly glancing to the woman to check if he had done anything incorrectly yet receiving not even a glance.

Scantily clad in a mix of feathers, worn royal garb and plated armour that seemed horrendously impractical, Camilla Sage sat opposite Morax with an air of calm, confidence and the faintest tint of disdain for her surroundings, perfectly comfortable talking to a demon despite being at least partially human, yet despite the lack of clothing in all the needed places, the most noticeable feature of the woman was her face that seemed to remain unseen from every angle, no matter how hard one tried. Only her piercing, glowing red eyes remained visible, masking her real eye colour.

Camilla sat back from her leaning position and began considering other questions to ask, giving some time to the others present to think about the intricacies of the tasks ahead.
Birdsie

 

[Birdsie]

Archagent Morax // New Pandemonium; Meeting Room

"Emperor Malevolus Heltkaiser the XXXVI, now, actually," Morax corrected without fanfare, fingers splayed, "Not a problem. A lot of people don't bother keeping track at this point: he reincarnates basically every two decades. Just call him, 'Your Sinister Malevolence,' or 'My Emperor' and it should be alright."

The chamber they were in was a richly, grimly decorated: it was relatively brightly lit for what you'd expect of a demonic palace, with crystal red chandeliers and the wicks of flaming candles floating in midair providing abundant illumination.

Dark royal purple and red tapestries covered the walls, some of them woven in artful displays of geometric or - perhaps - even magical shapes, while a handful showed historical scenes. The most prominent one - an effervescent banner studded with noble stones and jewels in a rainbow of colors, hung above the Archagent's head. It portrayed a red-black maw spawning forth a man wreathed in dark smoke, clad in black carapace, with red eyes - not hateful, but casually and disdainfully staring down at the purveyor of the work of art, as if they were beneath him. Both of his arms were extended to the sides, as if welcoming their body to death.

In the middle of the room sat a black marble table, engraved with flowing lines traced with thin gold: purposefully wasteful in opulence, and sinful in how superfluous it was. At each low corner of the table, a goat skull extended in every direction, their eyes ablaze with a red glow that was almost sentiently evil. Their gazes followed the nearest person as if observing their every move, and waiting for a chance to lunge and bite them with sharp teeth.

Anyone with half a year of politics would realize this was all posturing, but it still made for a fun image.

"The rewards can take individual forms. The master, in his uninhibited form, is a dark demigod - only limited by time, space, and - of course... the meddlesome heroes," Morax explained, fingers tapping against the table.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

"A single ritual taking perhaps a week's preparation would be enough for him to conjure the wishes of anyone whose wishes he wants to be granted." Morax kept tapping throughout the explanation. Tap, tap, tap. An incessant rhythm of metal-clad finger against wood. "Gold, power, knowledge - a silver platter with the world's indulgences and secrets is at your disposal, should he feel that way, and I assure you he can be very gracious when pleased, Lady Sage."

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

It was as though the universe had skipped forward a second. The demon seemed amused at the casual dismissal of reality, and it began tapping again: no doubt to once again cause the sequence where the universe lost a single second, if only because he had nothing better to do, and because a lot of the people in front of him had nothing to lose themselves, and ergo, no vector through which he could cause them loss.

June Verles Inheritance NewAgeBlack Reinhardt Gundam Watcher 27 Psychonaut The_split_Nation Noble Scion

 

[Gundam Watcher 27]

Yamijo Emirah
Birdsie @Meeting Room



Standing amongst the rooms assembled champions stood a unusual being that stood slightly higher than a human. Its red eye glowed with malevolence, but that wasn't aimed at anyone particularly. It's just how he looks in this form.

The construct only remembered three things, and two important missions it had:
Its name
The mission of serving the Emperor Heltkaiser himself
And the job of slaying any upstarts who tried to dethrone him.

He had failed his last objective, but he will not let this end horribly. The Emperor was someone who took him in and made him the strongest fighter.... As far as his own mind thought. He could reflect magic, take punches like they were just pillow slams, and slay many foes with his Axes resting on his back.... But these accursed heroes managed to get around him...

"Archagent Morax" He began.
"If this is a mission of vengeance, let me go on my own. I'll make those upstarts regret ever crossing us."

The being then reverted back to its conceled form, a normal looking male wearing military clothing.


"After all, it was my fault for falling for such a weak trick that they pulled." He spoke, the metallic screeching in his voice now gone.​

 

[Psychonaut]

If looks could kill, AB would've been studying the wall behind their agent through the fresh tunnels of gore carved into his head. It wasn't a particularly icy or malevolent stare - in fact, it was nearly expressionless. One could argue he looked confused or even a little dim, but one would be wise to do that very far away. No, he wasn't even metaphorically shooting daggers at the demon liaison - but if he were to literally, he would've had no issue propelling any number of throwing knives with sufficient force for the sheer air friction the blades produced en route to their targets to instantly cauterize the wounds they created by launching them out of his skull with his eyelids.

AB was easily the largest human anyone in the room had ever seen by a full foot, having had to awkwardly crouch-walk his way through the spire's labyrinth of hallways and chambers to arrive where he then sat cross-legged on the floor, unable to stand fully upright without shattering the ceiling. His glossy brown flesh radiated a gentle heat, flickering candlelight mirrored across; each breath palpably thinned the air, evoking a draft from under the door; his heartbeat was faintly audible, pumping slow, steady, sub-bass tremors like late aftershocks of some distant quake. When he shifted his perfect posture, his muscles made disconcerting noises like a unit of archers drawing their bowstrings.

In truth, AB was confused. What was he doing there? There was nothing heavy there to lift (the table couldn't have been more than six thousand pounds) and not nearly enough room in that cramped chamber to properly fight anything. Of those summoned there with him, only one seemed worthwhile: the blonde-haired woman, bird-girl, bearded man, and goateed man would yield like twigs; the black knight and antler-helmeted warrior's armor might at least crumple satisfyingly - no, it was the machine that interested him, if only for its plainly inorganic composition. He had seen men build things that could swiftly move great loads their tiny, fragile arms would take hours to break down and relocate. Perhaps this one was like those. It at least seemed sturdier than mere bone - well, other's bone, anyway.

The demon had almost immediately failed to interest him, and so AB's mind wandered. He busied himself wondering whether the machine would present resistance sufficient to recruit his full strength and how best to destroy it. If its construction at all resembled that of a human, its joints were its weakest points, which meant he would enjoy himself most by targeting the plating over its chest and legs. What was it made of? Iron? Steel? Either way, it would be no more difficult for him to push a finger through it than it would be for a child to poke a hole in a loaf of bread. He hoped it was something stronger.

Birdsie Noble Scion Gundam Watcher 27​

 

[Inheritance]

Noddegarma​

Well this was just perfect. It wasn't very often that twins decided to fight for their murdered parent's kingdom with a war! It was so rare in fact, that Noddegarma didn't even have that stage to play on. It was just a two stupid children of a duke, and they were fighting for the Diomez Hills. It was a sizable amount of land, but nothing to start a war over...right?

Well that would be the case, except nobody actually murdered their father. He had died because the fool didn't know he was allergic to Dragon's Tongue, and his new incense happened to be only that. Noddegarma simply tossed some things around, made it look like a struggle, then started framing the King's eldest son until him and his sister had divided the duchy and begun fighting. It was music to his ears.

But of course that couldn't last, Morax wanted his help with opening a portal to hell or something. STUPID! It was a waste of damn time is what it was; a bunch of maniacs trying to open a gate to hell. Noddegarma had been in a weakened state of late-someone had found his Amulet that he so cleverly hid and now could control him. Damn Gavin Magnus. Damn his stupid amulet. Damn it all.

Noddegarma had of course arranged for his 'Master's' death, but of course the assassin that killed him picked up the amulet and instead of smashing it (as was plainly written in the instructions!), she decided to wear it, and gain the power of the Chaos being inside of it. So Noddegarma had bounced back and fourth between masters; finding clever ways to kill them and always getting found by someone else. It ended finally when a some Wizard named Markal had decided that he didn't want to enslave him, and decided to let him go! Easier said than done of course-He was bound to that artifact and unfortunately there were very few people on the planet that could destroy such a wonderfully made artifact. So when Markal handed him the amulet, Noddegarma slaughtered Markal and strolled off with his "freedom".

How had Morax get a hold of this Amulet? He had no idea. He thought dropping it into a Volcano would be a good enough hiding place, but apparently he was wrong. And now, he had to leave this little war he had created to go help out his new "master".



He teleported in with a unnecessary display of lights and sounds right after Morax had asked if there was any questions.

"Sorry I'm late I was busy doing..." He tried to find a good excuse, but had none, so instead pulled out a chair and took a seat in the ground. After hearing the question about rewards, he laughed a bit.

"Rewards? There are no REWARDS needed for this! We are doing this for the history books! FOR OUR DARK LORD! F-FOR THE GLO-heh- GLORY OF-" That's as far as he got before he started dying in a fit of laughter. "Oh come on nobody finds this funny? It's funny! You want a reward for bringing the end of the world? How STUPID are you?"

That was the last thing he said before he started laughing again.

Birdsie Noble Scion

 

[NewAgeBlack]

Kariya Kvaar
Location: Meeting Room
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Kariya sat upright at the table of hired mercenaries, wearing a purplish suit usually seen worn by those of noble status. His eyes briefly scanned the room. Not too many females here, it seems. Kariya was hoping to meet a few exotic demon women on this little venture. Outside of business, that'd be the only reason he could think of to come to a place like this. He soon took notice of a large muscular man that sat cross legged on the floor, seemingly due to not being able to fit in any of the provided furniture. He studied the hulking mass of a man for a minute, ignoring most of the discourse that took place. In the decades of time he spent roaming the earth, Kariya had never encountered a specimen brimming with such raw vitality. His mouth almost watered at the thought of completely draining him of that vitality... until there was absolutely nothing left. Unfortunately, he needed to fight that urge for the time being. Business before pleasure, as they say.

At the strange man's sudden arrival and outburst, Kariya snapped back and looked the seemingly older man up and down, before chiming in with a tone of slight annoyance. "While I'm sure that most of us stand to gain something through the revival of uh... erm..." Kariya stumbled over his next few words, seeming to have already forgotten the name of their employer. " our Dark Lord... A little reward after all is said and done wouldn't do any harm. End of the world of not, some of us don't plan on working for free." His eyes traced away from Noddegarma before they fell on Camilla, he gave her a sly grin before focusing is attention on Norax.
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Inheritance Noble Scion Birdsie Psychonaut

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[June Verles]

CLASSIFIED DOCUMENT
> Operation Dara | 02:00 Hours
> Commanding Officer: Manfred von Hartmann
> Mission Authorised by [REDACTED]
> Approximately 5 miles away from the northernmost enemy settlement on the Gehennan/Eirician border.

Spoiler: Appearance

Sitting atop his wyvern cross armed the general of the royal expeditionary wyvern force would begin to reminisce about what lead to the current situation, which was impressive enough by itself considering how he was leading his wyvern knights in an arrow formation, while also flying at an altitude above 30,000 feet to avoid detection, all thanks to the secretive breeding program of their wyverns, making them capable of, amongst others, this awe inspiring feat.

So what he was doing so far up north in neutral nation's air space, namely Eiricia's? It was very simple really, after completing his prior assignment of subjugating the raiding Frost Giant tribe he was immediately assigned to join up with the main force and assist the hero in his quest. Something which he obviously did not do, for the simple reason that, despite the fact he could most likely reach them within time using their wyverns, he wanted to allow his forces to rest. That and joining a hero's force would at best result with getting rid of the Gehennan emperor for another decade or two at the costs of thousands of his men and at worst the complete and utter eradication of the force.

All those aforementioned factors resulted with him making up the excuse that due to the unfavourable weather he couldn't reach the nearest teleportation circle in time to join the forces, letting have the liberty of taking all the time he needed to recuperate his forces. Much to his surprise, a few days ago he got a notification from high command that somehow the most recent hero managed to not defeat the emperor, but also imprison him.

Manfred wasn't someone to like chaos, however a surprisingly good turn of events was still just that, good. This made the best time to attack the empire, reduce their industrial potential to stunt their growth in the long term, resulting with him and his expeditionary force taking flight once more.

Now, of course, the man didn't expect to be capable of doing any real damage without his own force taking any meaningful casualties, so that's why he needed to make someone else fight the Gehennan's on his behalf, without any of the involvement being capable of being tracked back to him...

The sound of the wyvern's blood curdling screech jolted the commander back to reality, this was the signal that the attack would begin soon. Spotting the surprisingly undefended town of a couple thousands souls was quiet and of course it was. No guard garrisoning the town expected an attack not only at night but also by air by the simple fact that if his own kingdom didn't know of his force's prowess then neither did the enemy.

At his signal the entire cloud of wyverns would descend upon the town, covering their unsuspecting victims in true flame that would burn them until the only thing that remained would be the scorched earth and rubble that was once a place that people called home. Of course in an ideal world Manfred would have wanted to not cause so much collateral damage, but unfortunately if he allowed them to spot him they would more than likely alert other nearby cities and that could endanger his own men.

Within an hour the entire settlement was raised to the ground. Surveying his and his troop's work he would order his men to make land fall. "Proceed as planned." He'd give his men a simple order, that they would carry out with the efficiency expected of them.

What was this plan you ask? It was very simple really, the priests within the army would exorcise any souls within the vicinity so that they couldn't reconvene with the dead and everyone else would plant Eirician war flags which they procured from an allied force that unfortunately met their end in the frozen wastes.

With that now done the wyvern corps would take flight once more, how Gehenna would take the complete and utter destruction of one of their cities with the only signs of the culprit being the war flags was entirely up to them, could be taken in any number of ways really.

Birdsie

 

[Birdsie]

Archagent Morax // New Pandemonium; Meeting Room

"The foolish heroes will see their punishment in time," Morax replied to Yamijo's request, "Worry not. Let us play this smart, and use the tools and manpower at our disposal."

And in that moment, Noddegarma made his presence known to the room, beginning to yap and poke fun at the ordeal, while seemingly trying to discourage the mercenaries. Potentially, he was trying to deter them from signing up - or maybe he was just having fun. Either way, it was bothersome and interfered with the process.

Unacceptable.

"An agent of chaos as always, Noddegarma," the Archagent spoke, his incessant tapping interrupted. He laid down the index finger on the table, before his head swiveled at the newest arrival. "Perhaps too much for your own good?"

It was no secret the Archagent was an abstract entity. He represented the concept of loss; the inevitable struggle of the world, trying to maintain its properties, only for time to whittle them away, before being discarded into the abyss of nothingness. If a telepath were to read Morax, they'd lose their telepathy, and if a mage attempted to comprehend him, he'd perhaps lose his ability to comprehend, or maybe he'd see himself turn into an abstract entity largely similar - for to know a concept on the same level as a true abstraction is to become that abstraction, and that abstraction is whatever it represents.

Morax didn't need to try too hard; didn't need to exert himself. The action was as easy as breathing in a controlled pattern: he made Noddegarma lose his balance, causing the demon to stumble backward into a wall. Since Noddegarma had already lost his stance, Morax exerted his understanding of loss to a slightly higher degree, wrenching an invisible string down, and made the loss of stance long-term: Noddegarma would be conceptually unable to stand up in any way, shape or form. His mode of locomotion would be limited to, at best, the crawl of a worm on the ground. Maybe for minutes, maybe for hours.

The Archagent didn't bother snapping his fingers to punctuate his action, or drive it home. It was tacky.

There were abundant options. Loss is a very multifarious concept: he could've made Noddegarma lose his tongue, lose his good humor, or lose his recalcitrance - with varying degrees of difficulty, duration, and time consumption depending on the task, in this case: seconds at longest. What Morax chose was the simplest of a set of punishments.

Of course, inflicting loss wasn't this easy, usually. People and objects had a natural resistance to supernatural effects, and often, a starting point is required for loss to be inflicted: you can't lose momentum, when there is no momentum to lose, for example - the faster you move, the bigger the potential for loss of velocity.

But as the holder of Noddegarma's amulet, Morax could exert greater power over him, far more easily and quickly - and by consequence, serving for a more intimidating demonstration.

Morax turned to the group, giving the impression of a smile under his helmet. "If the world ends by the Dark Lord's will, the Dark Lord's servants will be the ones to survive. That in itself is a reason to obey, but you are offered anything you wish for in addition. As I said: money, knowledge, pleasure, power, land, souls, dreams, emotions. Choose a currency, and we shall provide some of it, and then far more of it once the Emperor is freed from his shackles. I am open to discussion of the specifics. But know that if you betray a contract made this way - I will make you lose your life, in much the same way I made Noddegarma here lose his ability to stand up."

June Verles Inheritance NewAgeBlack Reinhardt Gundam Watcher 27 Psychonaut The_split_Nation Noble Scion

 

[Noble Scion]

Camilla Sage // New Pandemonium; Meeting Room

Spoiler: Appearance

Camilla scowled at being corrected, yet silenced the thoughts of getting annoyed. It was quite clear the demon before her was powerful and held a strong connection to the person capable of granting her the wish she desired, thus, it was best for her to get into their 'good books', as the commoners liked to phrase it. That, and they themselves seemed capable of things that would take weeks of preparation for her like they were trivialities, such as the mildly concerning slippage of time.

She was pleased to hear that any wish could be hers in return for aiding in the effort of rescuing "the emperor", and decided that the words of such a powerful thing speaking highly of something else was probably not something that should be questioned. "My worries have been eased, I thank you for your informative answers" she said curtly with a small nod of the head, the sound of a gentle smile practically being heard in voice.

Next the golem, or what she assumed was a golem, spoke. Clearly a patriot of Gehenna based on their words. The most interesting thing happened to be their ability to change forms between this machine-like physique and nothing more than a human. Camilla gazed at him intently for a moment, as though trying to figure out how they worked, before returning the visages of her eyes to the roof as she leaned back a little more comfortably in her chair, not quite as straight-backed as she had been before, and more akin to a lazy monarch, uninterested in this chatter of revenge that wasn't her own.

The muscular one seemed almost dazed as their eyes wandered around the room, unimpressed. Certainly plenty of muscle, but Camilla had to wonder if there was all too much planning and tactics going on behind their brawn face. Their silence left very little to be deciphered, aside from their evident strength, otherwise they probably wouldn't be within the bowels of this building.

The sudden obnoxious appearance of another person was an assault on her senses. She didn't flinch, but her eyes narrowed on the man that was laughing at her question, and even deigned to insult her intelligence. She answered their words with a cold silence before leaning down to her demonic valet, tapped it on the shoulder and whispered "Swollen-headed" while flicking a talon at the man, before returning to her original posture, to which the imp hurriedly began doing as bidden and writing such a thought down as a side-note.

Another, quieter voice spoke in defence of her thought, informing her that at least one other person wasn't a single-minded patriot determined to serve and please their master as much as the imp wanted to serve her. Giving the person an amicable nod of the head in vague appreciation.

The display of control over the disturber of the room's pleasant quiet atmosphere solicited a cheshire-cat-like grin at such ability. The very scene of sadistic punishment appearing quite entertaining because of its supernatural leaning. It gave her ideas for the future, and how she herself would obtain her own revenge.

The threats of death didn't worry Camilla. She held no sympathy for those living in this world and resurrecting Malevolus Heltkaiser brought nothing but benefits to her anymore, the thoughts of breaking the contract showed no signs of even entering her mind. The people she had planned to protect had tried to kill her, and in doing so had become nothing more than treasonous cattle; waiting for her return, waiting for the slaughter, and given her no reason to not aid its potential enemies such as Gehenna.

"One last thing. I hope that the kingdom Eiricia can be left in.. A sustainable state, preferably with its heroes and populace intact, once the mission is complete. But of course, I won't be inconvenienced if this is not possible. Its people have wronged me, and I am holding a particular grudge against a few individuals, so I'd like to exact my vengeance upon them a little more intimately." Sage tossed nonchalantly into the room. She briefly wondered if her origins were known to the others in the room, but doubted it considering she had undergone a vast physical transformation since her last public appearance, not that it was of any importance who she was. What she assumed was important was that she would be more than happy to comply with the objectives provided, and held some level of ability about her. Her name being known to Morax indicated that he knew, but she doubted that they intended to cause her any trouble given the obvious intelligence. The others, however, were a mystery.
Inheritance NewAgeBlack Gundam Watcher 27 Psychonaut Birdsie

 

[The_split_Nation]

Ask hollow// New Pandemonium; Meeting Room
Late Morning...

“Fuck” Ask thought too himself, he was late, not on purpose he had been studying mythology trying to find out how his, newly imprisoned, employer fit into the church, it didn’t matter what mattered was that he was late to the meeting. Ask walked though the halls of New Pandemonium, nothing up north was as great or glamorous like this fort, ask told himself that one day he would rule a palace as “beautiful” as this place. Ask was almost their the hall was lined with guards and the great banner of the high lord was wavering form the selling, there was any wind though, he walked over to the great door it was over 10 feet tall, phfft its not like there would be anyone that tall right?

Ask opened the door and was shocked, “holy shit” he muttered, looking at the giant of a man Infront of him, next to the giant a women dress looking like a harpy, he had heard of her Camilla or the monarch of the dead, he had noted her down as a weakling though, after her a another giant, what he could only imagine was a golem? Then a knight with a dark amour good someone of real caliber, then last but definitely not least, a scrawny guy with an amulet, he could see that the amulet was to contain him, since the symbol had show up when reading about demons.

He slowly bsut surely marched over to one of the empty seats and placed down his axe on table before saying with a stoic vocie “im here, I was busy studying the holy text.”
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[NewAgeBlack]

Kariya Kvaar
Location: Meeting Room
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Kariya leaned back in his chair and whistled as he watched Morax deal with the latecomer with seemingly little effort on his part. This power of loss was something to be feared, indeed. It was clear as day that this guy was the real deal, and an entity not worth crossing for the time being.

"Understood. I hold no objections towards upholding my end of the contract, as long as the other end is fulfilled." The man continued as sat with a wide but empty smile. "I've already thrown away the right to call myself human in order to fulfill my own desires, so I have no real ties to this world. As such, you have nothing to worry about me turning against you in the event that you decide to bring about an end to it."

Kariya spoke no more, simply sitting back as he listened to the rest of the conversation. It was then when he heard mention of the Kingdom of Ericia from the hooded woman, along with an apparent vendetta towards the nation. It seems that the two had a few things in common, Kariya carrying his own vendetta against the nation that exiled him. Come to mention it, he had heard the Arch-Agent mention her name moments ago: Lady Sage is what he called her. The fables of the Mad Queen of Ericia immediately came to mind. But from his knowledge, the queen was slain by a group of heroes. Was the woman that sat in front of them a descendant? Things were getting interesting indeed.

It was then when another latecomer arrived, mentioning studying Holy Texts as an excuse for him being late. Slightly tilting his head sideways, Kariya couldn't do much but chuckle to himself and address the irony of the situation. "A man who studies the 'Holy Text', as you call them, sitting down and conspiring with a group of inhuman monsters to unleash the apparent embodiment of evil onto the world? Fascinating."


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[Gundam Watcher 27]

Yamijo Emirah
@Meeting Room

Yamijo would reply to Archagent Morax's promise of wealth and whatever he desired if he fulfilled the mission.
"I have no need for wealth, power, or pleseantries. I only live to fight and die for our Ruler. Serving him is enough of an reward."

Yamijo would then bow as he stood back up to notice a few people eying him, if only momentarily. Noticable ones included the strange muscular man in the room. What is he thinking, wearing just underwear? This is a world of conflict, and just going in full (almost) nude just doesn't make sense.

He would steal a glance at the Harpie there. They weren't terrible aquaintences, but they have issues best not to go into detail for.

After hearing the Harpie's request on leaving one kingdom for her to destroy by her own hand in her own way, he coughed.

Is that all they think about?


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[Birdsie]

Archagent Morax // New Pandemonium; Meeting Room

"There are many definitions of holiness," Morax answered, losing interest in that track of conversation very quickly. "It does not matter. Your late arrival has been noted, but is ultimately inconsequential."

With that, Morax explained an abbreviated version of the terms of the contract they'd sign to Ask.

The deals were struck, and the group had set a plan or two into motion. Five fragments to gather one to key, to free the one true lord of Gehenna. And the Lord would bring deliverance to them, and accord would be reached as the wishes of the needy were fulfilled. And in such doing - the details of their first labor were to move into the country of the heroes and to find the pieces of the key.

For this purpose, the Archagent gave them five enchanted runes. Each was inert currently, but the moment they started getting nearer towards a piece of the key, the runes would begin to give off a silvery glow.

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[Noble Scion]

Camilla Sage // New Pandemonium; Meeting Room >> Nearby hotel

Spoiler: Appearance

Camilla graciously took the crystal, took a look around the room, nodded to her imp, then left briskly with out a word, the little imp doing nothing but bowing its head to those gathered before fleeing out the door after her before the door closed while carrying several pages too many.

The first train of thought was to settle on a plan of action, and so, she sought out a nearby inn, or more aptly put, set her imp off to find an inn, leaving its notes with her as she began scanning through its contents to reaffirm what she had heard throughout the meeting, by the entrance-way.

Once the creature returned, she handed the notes back, made her way to the inn, and continued sifting through the notes for details about her "master", as well as the potential competition the others posed. After-all, the more work she put in, the more rewards she'd be inclined to receive, and there were several other wishes than simply returning her to power and respectability within her kingdom that she wanted. Immortality, infinite power, and becoming all-knowing were things she had her eyes set on, if they were even possible. Things that were out of her conceivable grasp on her own.

Perhaps she might even get all of them if she gathered all the pieces by herself. A thought she smiled and giggled at as she dwelled on the fabrics within the demonic city. She didn't intend on sleeping, but rather to simply rest up a bit, perhaps eat something other than roasted bird for once, but all of that was to come after she considered herself crystal clear on what was expected, as well as the story that the demon had spoke of.
Birdsie