Drowned In Blood
Mar 19, 2012 21:53:50 GMT -5
Post by Kender Bard on Mar 19, 2012 21:53:50 GMT -5
Karau smirked as he located Lach Linnod below. Already the pitiful, pathetic humans were scrambling to get their defenses in place. They have no idea what they’re up against, he thought in amusement. The walls were no determent and neither were the vats for tossing itch or oil over the sides. The two ballista however… Well no matter. He banked and landed right in the middle of the clan. Immediately arrows and spears were launched at him and tendrils of flame flicked at him. He stood and closed his eyes, his body taking every blow, every punishment. He did nothing to stop it, suffering a dozen cuts and wounds. For every arrow that struck his flesh and stuck, however, it turned to ash. And the more damage he took, the more his blood flowed—red and smoking. Soon his wounds began to spit and spout fire and all of the projectiles being fired at him combusted into flames before they ever touched him.
His body heavily injured, he felt ready. All of the blood coating him disappeared, turned to a red mist that he breathed into him with a long, deep breath that made his chest swell.
“Don’t stop firing!” Seti bellowed to his warriors. “Ready the ballista!!”
It’d taken some time and maneuvering as the ballista weren’t pointed originally towards the inside of the city, but they were ready.
Karau chuckled deeply and beat his breast in invitation. He uttered something very softly under his breath in Abyssal. Seti gave the signal—the ballista was fired. Karau tilted his head back slightly before snapping it forward, jaw opening wide. With a primal scream that turned men’s bowels to water, he fired a pillar of blood-red substance, pure energy perhaps, towards the ballista. Not only did it disintegrate the giant bolt, but it utterly decimated everything in its path. The men had been caught completely unawares; those unlucky enough to have been in the blast range were reduced to ashes, as was the wall behind them.
Seti gaped in shock and horror for a moment before regaining his senses. “Get him! While he’s weakened!” After all, how many of those could this creature throw at them?
Evidently, a lot more than he’d suspected. Karau breathed out deeply from his nose, expelling more of the red mist, which set to healing the bloody wounds of his body. Re-energized, he pulled his hooked swords free and began to lay about him, cleaving men in half with little more effort than if they’d been stalks of wheat. And in between the whirlwind of death he’d breathe out another beam of death energy. Up close, it seemed to be formed of fire, blood, and some other essence that had no name.
Seti’s spear slipped from his hand as he realized that there was no way to defeat this thing. Each time someone did manage to strike a blow, it seemed to only fuel him, make him stronger. The stronger he got, the faster he moved, the harder he hit, until he was a veritable blur of death, leaving bodies falling like leaves all around him.
“HALT!” Seti ordered. “RETR-“ Well where would they retreat to? “FALL BACK!”
Karau watched as the humans fled him and made no attempt to stop them. He didn’t come here looking to lay complete waste, though the fight had energized him sufficiently. He breathed in again and the blood of the fallen mortals entered him, nourished him. As the men scrambled away and turned to stare at him, unsure of what to do or perhaps making peace with their Forces, he finally deigned to speak. “You have two choices, mortals! Either you will be my thrall or you will be dead. Those who would be my thralls and live, lay down your weapons. Those who would die, come at me!”
This caused a renewed rush of men; well over half decided that they would rather die and possibly kill him than to lay down and submit to his rule. That was fine with Karau. He dispatched them quickly and their deaths nourished him further; their screams of agony were a soothing song to him. He looked to those who remained. “On your knees!” The men complied, slowly folding down to their knees, including Seti. Karau strode forward and, one by one, infected the mortals. It was an easy process to make a man into a thrall quickly for a demon of his strength. His blood was all that was needed. He sliced his wrist on his blade and poured his blood into the mouths of his new thralls. Most of them even survived the process, even though his blood was like liquid, firey poison in their systems. A few didn’t make it, but that was fine. Karau had no use for weak, pathetic thralls.
The changes were immediately. They probably hadn’t been expecting that. Karau chuckled in amusement; if they had, more probably would have thrown themselves on his blades.
They all bore roughly the same kind of features and marks. For Karau, this meant his thralls turned bright red, blood pooling in their eyes and tinting their world forever red like their skin. Their fingers turned to claws with sharp, hooked claws. And, of course, his mark was upon them- each one had a bloody brand on their forehead with his personal mark. It wasn’t entirely necessary to enthrall a human in this method but it was by and far the fastest, easiest way. The deed done, he delivered his first edict. “Go, bring me the mewling children and women that you have hidden. Bind them up and drag them with you. Then come to me with them; I have an ally to summon and they will be sorely needed for the task.” As his thralls ran off to eagerly capture their former families, Karau took off into the air again to go visit with his mortal allies.
If all of the lands fell this easily, this was going to be a short domination. He almost felt sad.
Almost.
His body heavily injured, he felt ready. All of the blood coating him disappeared, turned to a red mist that he breathed into him with a long, deep breath that made his chest swell.
“Don’t stop firing!” Seti bellowed to his warriors. “Ready the ballista!!”
It’d taken some time and maneuvering as the ballista weren’t pointed originally towards the inside of the city, but they were ready.
Karau chuckled deeply and beat his breast in invitation. He uttered something very softly under his breath in Abyssal. Seti gave the signal—the ballista was fired. Karau tilted his head back slightly before snapping it forward, jaw opening wide. With a primal scream that turned men’s bowels to water, he fired a pillar of blood-red substance, pure energy perhaps, towards the ballista. Not only did it disintegrate the giant bolt, but it utterly decimated everything in its path. The men had been caught completely unawares; those unlucky enough to have been in the blast range were reduced to ashes, as was the wall behind them.
Seti gaped in shock and horror for a moment before regaining his senses. “Get him! While he’s weakened!” After all, how many of those could this creature throw at them?
Evidently, a lot more than he’d suspected. Karau breathed out deeply from his nose, expelling more of the red mist, which set to healing the bloody wounds of his body. Re-energized, he pulled his hooked swords free and began to lay about him, cleaving men in half with little more effort than if they’d been stalks of wheat. And in between the whirlwind of death he’d breathe out another beam of death energy. Up close, it seemed to be formed of fire, blood, and some other essence that had no name.
Seti’s spear slipped from his hand as he realized that there was no way to defeat this thing. Each time someone did manage to strike a blow, it seemed to only fuel him, make him stronger. The stronger he got, the faster he moved, the harder he hit, until he was a veritable blur of death, leaving bodies falling like leaves all around him.
“HALT!” Seti ordered. “RETR-“ Well where would they retreat to? “FALL BACK!”
Karau watched as the humans fled him and made no attempt to stop them. He didn’t come here looking to lay complete waste, though the fight had energized him sufficiently. He breathed in again and the blood of the fallen mortals entered him, nourished him. As the men scrambled away and turned to stare at him, unsure of what to do or perhaps making peace with their Forces, he finally deigned to speak. “You have two choices, mortals! Either you will be my thrall or you will be dead. Those who would be my thralls and live, lay down your weapons. Those who would die, come at me!”
This caused a renewed rush of men; well over half decided that they would rather die and possibly kill him than to lay down and submit to his rule. That was fine with Karau. He dispatched them quickly and their deaths nourished him further; their screams of agony were a soothing song to him. He looked to those who remained. “On your knees!” The men complied, slowly folding down to their knees, including Seti. Karau strode forward and, one by one, infected the mortals. It was an easy process to make a man into a thrall quickly for a demon of his strength. His blood was all that was needed. He sliced his wrist on his blade and poured his blood into the mouths of his new thralls. Most of them even survived the process, even though his blood was like liquid, firey poison in their systems. A few didn’t make it, but that was fine. Karau had no use for weak, pathetic thralls.
The changes were immediately. They probably hadn’t been expecting that. Karau chuckled in amusement; if they had, more probably would have thrown themselves on his blades.
They all bore roughly the same kind of features and marks. For Karau, this meant his thralls turned bright red, blood pooling in their eyes and tinting their world forever red like their skin. Their fingers turned to claws with sharp, hooked claws. And, of course, his mark was upon them- each one had a bloody brand on their forehead with his personal mark. It wasn’t entirely necessary to enthrall a human in this method but it was by and far the fastest, easiest way. The deed done, he delivered his first edict. “Go, bring me the mewling children and women that you have hidden. Bind them up and drag them with you. Then come to me with them; I have an ally to summon and they will be sorely needed for the task.” As his thralls ran off to eagerly capture their former families, Karau took off into the air again to go visit with his mortal allies.
If all of the lands fell this easily, this was going to be a short domination. He almost felt sad.
Almost.
