Angry Pacifist
2011-08-01, 07:15 PM
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”We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell”
Malfeas
The harsh emerald light of Ligier glints off the towers of brass in the usually hectic demon city of Malfeas as it does every day, but today is no ordinary day. It is the last day of Calibration, but the day is stranger still. Today the Ebon Dragon has taken a bride.
Throughout the city there is mass festival full of joy and happiness at this amazing news. True; all demons have been ordered to feel joy and happiness to help celebrate the nuptials on pain of death, but as this is the first day in their thousands of years of captivity where demons are free to ignore the commands of any but the Unquestionable this pleasure is seldom feigned.
On this strangest of days, the first five Infernal Exalted have gone to take in the sights.
* * *
The Black Knight is momentarily stopped short by a massive pile of ‘treasure’ in one of Malfeas’s squares, which he can’t help but examine. The term treasure can only be used loosely because it has somehow gotten passed around that in Creation, where the Ebon Dragon’s bride is said to have come from, it’s custom to give gifts to a married couple when they wed.
So at every plaza and open space in Malfeas, demons have massing together great piles of their own personal possessions to give to the married couple. Some few pieces of it are valuable, from demons with power there are artefacts of great worth but these are few. A scrap of bright blue wool from Creation, a stone worn into a fluid shape by Kimberry’s acid or a goat skull are more typical treasures for the average first circle demon.
Distracted by this strange pile of objects it takes the Black Knight a moment to notice a that a child sized grasshopper-like demon, an Aalu, is hopping about in a way that suggests it wants his attention.
“Excuse me, I have orders to request your presence...”
* * *
In an alleyway, Arai Mosaka is discovering what it means to sing and dance in Malfear. He’s seeing merely the tail end of the Ebon Dragon’s miles long wedding procession, but it is something amazing to behold.
Normally lumbering brutish demons like Blood Apes dance as gracefully as any trained mortal dancer, claw fingered Anglyakae draw forth beautiful and horrendous music from the very air itself while above them all dances Stanewald, Reflective Soul of the Ravine of Whispers. Every move she makes sends cracks rippling and cracking through the street around her and already some buildings look like they might fall, crushing hundreds.
Still, with the way she dances that might be almost enough to risk. Almost everything with a soul and many things without would be brought to tears by her dance and Arai is having to concentrate to make sure these unnatural feelings don’t subvert his will. So busy is he concentrating that it take shim by surprise when a stout dwarvish Heranhal, a leather apron of unknown origin around his waist, taps him on the leg.
“Your majesty," it says with a look of intense concentration as it struggles to resist Stanewald's influence, "One of the demon lords has requested your presence…”
* * *
“It’s Gaia, returned to join forces with our masters to make up for our treachery. She’ll lead us into Creation!”
“Fool, she betrayed us and left us here to rot. It’s got to be a great Akuma, some ancient old Solar that’s come out of hiding. Who else would a Yozi consider equal? A normal human? Hah!”
“I’ve a different theory. Several hundred years before the War of Betrayal, the Primordial Gilgatha-Ra retreated from Creation without giving a reason. She was always a firm ally of the Ebon Dragon and it’s said that she’d return. Why in Mancible’s History of Ancient Time’s it’s said that.-“
“THESE ARE THINGS KNOWN ONLY TO THE YOZIS.”
The discussion between the lesser demons that Uviroth is listening in to as they talk about who the Ebon Bride could be is suddenly caught short by the appearance of one of the eyes of Orabilis appearing above them. Bolts of purple light strike each of the half-dozen demons that was taking part in the conversation, who are each suddenly flung high into the sky, far beyond the sight of even Exalted, where they will burn like a star in the void between layers of Malfeas until they’re extinguished forever.
Yet more demons have been found guilty of breaching the limits of wisdom that Cecelyne imposes and every demon in the vicinity scatters, aside from a lone Agata which half hops and half flies over to Uviroth.
“Through one of their sub-ordinate souls, a Yozi requests your presence immediately...”
* * *
Swift Killing Frost has found a little slice of heaven to enjoy this time in hell. Amalion the Manse of Echoes Ascending is the soul of Malfeas dedicated to beauty and on each layer of Malfeos he will take the form of a wonder pleasure manse, which she is only too happy to take advantage of.
So Swift Killing frost sits on a balcony surrounded by plants made of silver and gold with a pure waterfall trickling slowly somewhere behind her. From her vantage point she can look down on the demon city and see all the chaos and madness from afar without getting involved; until a Gethin suddenly scampers into the room.
The lizard creature looking about curiously at this strange room before focusing on the Infernal.
“Gotta come with me. Orders from the Most High.”
* * *
Tanin is disconcerted to find that he’s stumbled into the middle of a demonic orgy and isn’t quite sure how to extradite himself. This isn’t normal sex, the crude rutting of humans and other animals, this is the sex of the Eltrao, first circle demons descended from Elloge. Armless humanoids, reproduction for them is more like a free-style poetry jam and dance mixture as they come together in large groups to recite poetry and sway back and forth at a massive basalt rock until it cracks open in a mass of bile to reveal a new born Eltrao.
So although less embarrassing then it could have been, Tanin is getting some [i]weird looks from about fifty demons which he finds a bit offputting. Thankfully, a large claw gently clips onto his sleeve as a Tinsiana, one of the Scorpion Demons, carefully leads him through the dancing bodies without further incedent.
“Got to take you. Orders. Not from me. From Big Boss. Please don’t kill me.”
* * *
Separately each Infernal is lead to the great forge of Marilion, one of the First Circle souls of the Ebon Dragon. Usually the sounds of hammer on metal, hammer on flesh and cries of anguish would ring the air, but today the demons are free to enjoy the Ebon Wedding.
With little explanation beyond being summoned by this great power of the demon realm, you are lead through his flint fortress and then left in a large empty hall where a lone oversized throne sits at the end on a raised tier with brass pews arrayed facing it like you’d find in some kind of temple.
Etchings of great events in the history of the Yozis are etched on the walls, as well as basic schematics for great and powerful artefacts. Lighting the room is a large grey gem that hangs from the ceiling by a silver chain, casting a dull light that barely serves to illuminate the room.
Welcome to Chosen of Hell. You have each been summoned to the keep of Marilon, Eidolon of Shadow, Fourth Soul of the Ebon Dragon. You have a room set out to meet Marilon but he hasn’t arrived yes (How rude considering he’s the one who dragged you there!), so perhaps this is a good time to chit-chat and get a feel for RPing with the rest of the group...
Posting Format
Character name- Location if different from the others
In-character text is typed normally.
Out of character text, such as "Swinging my longsword" or "Casting a spell," or any other OOC discussion happens in spoiler tags. Roll your own dice and SEPERATLY roll 3d10s to represent possible stunt dice (So if you are doing a dramatic action which you have 10 dice on, roll your ten dice and then below that roll the stunt dice). As I hope there’ll be plenty of stunts, having the dice pre-rolled will let me just add the appropriate bonus to the roll straight away and I’ll let you know what you got so you can regain essence/etc as applicable.
I had to reject a lot of people for this campaign, so I want you guys to be active! Please post as often as you can and I’ll do the same. I’m not asking for it to be day in day out like a machine, but if you can’t consistently post in a 48 hour period then I will get a little worried. Please throw in your physical description in your first post to make it easier for the group to picture you.
”We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell”
Malfeas
The harsh emerald light of Ligier glints off the towers of brass in the usually hectic demon city of Malfeas as it does every day, but today is no ordinary day. It is the last day of Calibration, but the day is stranger still. Today the Ebon Dragon has taken a bride.
Throughout the city there is mass festival full of joy and happiness at this amazing news. True; all demons have been ordered to feel joy and happiness to help celebrate the nuptials on pain of death, but as this is the first day in their thousands of years of captivity where demons are free to ignore the commands of any but the Unquestionable this pleasure is seldom feigned.
On this strangest of days, the first five Infernal Exalted have gone to take in the sights.
* * *
The Black Knight is momentarily stopped short by a massive pile of ‘treasure’ in one of Malfeas’s squares, which he can’t help but examine. The term treasure can only be used loosely because it has somehow gotten passed around that in Creation, where the Ebon Dragon’s bride is said to have come from, it’s custom to give gifts to a married couple when they wed.
So at every plaza and open space in Malfeas, demons have massing together great piles of their own personal possessions to give to the married couple. Some few pieces of it are valuable, from demons with power there are artefacts of great worth but these are few. A scrap of bright blue wool from Creation, a stone worn into a fluid shape by Kimberry’s acid or a goat skull are more typical treasures for the average first circle demon.
Distracted by this strange pile of objects it takes the Black Knight a moment to notice a that a child sized grasshopper-like demon, an Aalu, is hopping about in a way that suggests it wants his attention.
“Excuse me, I have orders to request your presence...”
* * *
In an alleyway, Arai Mosaka is discovering what it means to sing and dance in Malfear. He’s seeing merely the tail end of the Ebon Dragon’s miles long wedding procession, but it is something amazing to behold.
Normally lumbering brutish demons like Blood Apes dance as gracefully as any trained mortal dancer, claw fingered Anglyakae draw forth beautiful and horrendous music from the very air itself while above them all dances Stanewald, Reflective Soul of the Ravine of Whispers. Every move she makes sends cracks rippling and cracking through the street around her and already some buildings look like they might fall, crushing hundreds.
Still, with the way she dances that might be almost enough to risk. Almost everything with a soul and many things without would be brought to tears by her dance and Arai is having to concentrate to make sure these unnatural feelings don’t subvert his will. So busy is he concentrating that it take shim by surprise when a stout dwarvish Heranhal, a leather apron of unknown origin around his waist, taps him on the leg.
“Your majesty," it says with a look of intense concentration as it struggles to resist Stanewald's influence, "One of the demon lords has requested your presence…”
* * *
“It’s Gaia, returned to join forces with our masters to make up for our treachery. She’ll lead us into Creation!”
“Fool, she betrayed us and left us here to rot. It’s got to be a great Akuma, some ancient old Solar that’s come out of hiding. Who else would a Yozi consider equal? A normal human? Hah!”
“I’ve a different theory. Several hundred years before the War of Betrayal, the Primordial Gilgatha-Ra retreated from Creation without giving a reason. She was always a firm ally of the Ebon Dragon and it’s said that she’d return. Why in Mancible’s History of Ancient Time’s it’s said that.-“
“THESE ARE THINGS KNOWN ONLY TO THE YOZIS.”
The discussion between the lesser demons that Uviroth is listening in to as they talk about who the Ebon Bride could be is suddenly caught short by the appearance of one of the eyes of Orabilis appearing above them. Bolts of purple light strike each of the half-dozen demons that was taking part in the conversation, who are each suddenly flung high into the sky, far beyond the sight of even Exalted, where they will burn like a star in the void between layers of Malfeas until they’re extinguished forever.
Yet more demons have been found guilty of breaching the limits of wisdom that Cecelyne imposes and every demon in the vicinity scatters, aside from a lone Agata which half hops and half flies over to Uviroth.
“Through one of their sub-ordinate souls, a Yozi requests your presence immediately...”
* * *
Swift Killing Frost has found a little slice of heaven to enjoy this time in hell. Amalion the Manse of Echoes Ascending is the soul of Malfeas dedicated to beauty and on each layer of Malfeos he will take the form of a wonder pleasure manse, which she is only too happy to take advantage of.
So Swift Killing frost sits on a balcony surrounded by plants made of silver and gold with a pure waterfall trickling slowly somewhere behind her. From her vantage point she can look down on the demon city and see all the chaos and madness from afar without getting involved; until a Gethin suddenly scampers into the room.
The lizard creature looking about curiously at this strange room before focusing on the Infernal.
“Gotta come with me. Orders from the Most High.”
* * *
Tanin is disconcerted to find that he’s stumbled into the middle of a demonic orgy and isn’t quite sure how to extradite himself. This isn’t normal sex, the crude rutting of humans and other animals, this is the sex of the Eltrao, first circle demons descended from Elloge. Armless humanoids, reproduction for them is more like a free-style poetry jam and dance mixture as they come together in large groups to recite poetry and sway back and forth at a massive basalt rock until it cracks open in a mass of bile to reveal a new born Eltrao.
So although less embarrassing then it could have been, Tanin is getting some [i]weird looks from about fifty demons which he finds a bit offputting. Thankfully, a large claw gently clips onto his sleeve as a Tinsiana, one of the Scorpion Demons, carefully leads him through the dancing bodies without further incedent.
“Got to take you. Orders. Not from me. From Big Boss. Please don’t kill me.”
* * *
Separately each Infernal is lead to the great forge of Marilion, one of the First Circle souls of the Ebon Dragon. Usually the sounds of hammer on metal, hammer on flesh and cries of anguish would ring the air, but today the demons are free to enjoy the Ebon Wedding.
With little explanation beyond being summoned by this great power of the demon realm, you are lead through his flint fortress and then left in a large empty hall where a lone oversized throne sits at the end on a raised tier with brass pews arrayed facing it like you’d find in some kind of temple.
Etchings of great events in the history of the Yozis are etched on the walls, as well as basic schematics for great and powerful artefacts. Lighting the room is a large grey gem that hangs from the ceiling by a silver chain, casting a dull light that barely serves to illuminate the room.
Welcome to Chosen of Hell. You have each been summoned to the keep of Marilon, Eidolon of Shadow, Fourth Soul of the Ebon Dragon. You have a room set out to meet Marilon but he hasn’t arrived yes (How rude considering he’s the one who dragged you there!), so perhaps this is a good time to chit-chat and get a feel for RPing with the rest of the group...
Posting Format
Character name- Location if different from the others
In-character text is typed normally.
Out of character text, such as "Swinging my longsword" or "Casting a spell," or any other OOC discussion happens in spoiler tags. Roll your own dice and SEPERATLY roll 3d10s to represent possible stunt dice (So if you are doing a dramatic action which you have 10 dice on, roll your ten dice and then below that roll the stunt dice). As I hope there’ll be plenty of stunts, having the dice pre-rolled will let me just add the appropriate bonus to the roll straight away and I’ll let you know what you got so you can regain essence/etc as applicable.
I had to reject a lot of people for this campaign, so I want you guys to be active! Please post as often as you can and I’ll do the same. I’m not asking for it to be day in day out like a machine, but if you can’t consistently post in a 48 hour period then I will get a little worried. Please throw in your physical description in your first post to make it easier for the group to picture you.