Malchaeius Posted February 2, 2010 Report Share Posted February 2, 2010 Considering I recently had to edit this log, I figured I might as well post it for your viewing pleasure. QUICK BACKGROUND: Orvil had proven himself to be a glutton who loved fine dining. Malchaeius, being the sadistic bastard he is, demands precious sacrifices from his followers. Cyclopant's sacrifice was one of his eyes. For Orvil, Malchaeius took his nose, forever damaging his sense of smell - which is so integral to the sense of taste. Malchaeius kept the nose as a trophy and reminder of the sacrifice - along with his other "trophies". This log is seen from mostly a third person view occasionally mixed with Orvil's first person view. Malchaeius is using: A ring encasing the heart of Wotharg (dmgd) the head of Palwen (dmgd) the head of Aelleor The Horns of Suffering (Glowing) A studded earring made from Orvil's nose The Demon Plate with a Gaping Hole in the Midsection A bracer made from the tongue of Mezariel Abizaz the Ravager of Worlds Zabutryn the Blade of Pandemonium the soul of Korvious The Heart of Chaos Orvil arrives from a puff of smoke. [Exits: none] A large horned beast is here, snorting at you. Malchaeius the Cacophony of Turmoil, Essence of Entropy towers before you. Orvil shivers uncomfortably. [Malchaeius] 'Witness as another is lost, horned one..' [Malchaeius] 'A perversion of nature.' Gradrel growls. With a snarl of his nostrils, Gradrel firmly says, 'Just another corpse for my camp.' Orvil says 'Master...' Gradrel snarls angrily. Orvil lurches his fat form over in an attempt to kneel. [Malchaeius] 'So you think.' You give a roasted duck to Orvil. [Malchaeius] 'Eat. You have an ordeal ahead of you.' [Malchaeius] 'And the God of Nature will watch.' Orvil sniffs the duck. Orvil says 'I can't taste it.. even if I could eat it..' Orvil fingers the place where his nose once was. Orvil> Orvil fingers the place where his nose once was. With a snarl of his nostrils, Gradrel firmly says, 'When you fail, Human, you will still be hunted.' Malchaeius bares his fangs in a malicious grin. He seems pleased. [Malchaeius] 'Eat.' Orvil eats a roasted duck. Orvil> As you finish the last of the duck, you feel an odd taste in your mouth. [Malchaeius] 'Delicious no?' Orvil says 'Interesting..' Orvil says 'I have not been able to feel that sensation for some time.' [Malchaeius] 'Yes. Well the poison I put in there should have that effect.' Malchaeius rubs his hands together as he watches Orvil. Orvil's eyes bulge. [Malchaeius] 'I am not sure how long this concoction will take to kill you.' [Malchaeius] 'I had my alchemist play around with the normal dosage.' Orvil> Your throat begins to feel awfully dry. [Malchaeius] 'I guess for once the horned tree-hugger was correct.' [Malchaeius] 'You will die Orvil.' Gradrel throws back his head and cackles with insane glee! Orvil rummages through his bag. Orvil pulls out a jug and uncorks the stopper. Orvil drinks water from The Jug of Baby Tears. Orvil grasps his neck, retching. Orvil's face begins to turn a shade of unnatural blue! [Malchaeius] 'Blue!' Orvil coughs, spitting up blood upon the ground, 'What... gaghh...poison?' The Demon Lord's exclamation is full of amused shock! Orvil falls to his knees, gasping. Gradrel grins evilly. local> Blood seeps from Orvil's nose.. though the blood is not red but blue as well. [Malchaeius] 'You see Orvil.' [Malchaeius] 'The human body is interesting.' Orvil coughs up more fluid. Orvil> Malchaeius levitates about you, projecting his voice in a casual tone within your mind. [Malchaeius] 'It can be so resilient. Yet so weak.' [Malchaeius] 'I have spent years torturing one human.' [Malchaeius] 'While say a treant will die within hours of being separated from the forest.' [Malchaeius] 'This is why I prefer humans as my vessels.' Orvil gags loudly, his fat body a heap upon the floor. The dark substance within the Demon Lord's chest churns excitedly as he drones on and on within your mind. [Malchaeius] 'Resilience. ' [Malchaeius] 'It is more pleasurable.' Orvil> It becomes harder and harder to breathe, as your mouth becomes totally dry. [Malchaeius] 'I try telling the Overseer of the Weald that he should torture his dryads.' [Malchaeius] 'It would make them stronger soldiers.' [Malchaeius] 'But he refuses.' [Malchaeius] 'Ridiculous, no?' Orvil pulls his arms beneath his chest, lifting his torso up off the cold ground. [Malchaeius] 'Don't just lie there. Answer me.' With a snarl of his nostrils, Gradrel firmly says, 'I would never treat my creatures as you do your slaves, Demon.' [Malchaeius] 'Oh.' [Malchaeius] 'Right.' Orvil> Malchaeius looks at you. [Malchaeius] 'Poison.' Malchaeius scratches the base of his chin with one of his claws. Orvil staggers up on his knees. Orvil> Malchaeius draws his weapons. Malchaeius wields Abizaz the Ravager of Worlds. Malchaeius wields Zabutryn the Blade of Pandemonium in his off-hand. Orvil> Malchaeius plunges Abizaz directly into your chest! Orvil gasps as the air releases from his lungs, a loud screech escapes his lips. With his free hand, the Demon Lord slashes the air opening a gateway into the Multiverse! Orvil> Malchaeius opens A Tear in the Fabric of Reality. With a snarl of his nostrils, Gradrel firmly says, 'Let us hope your little plan goes awry.' [Malchaeius] 'This is where it gets interesting. I wonder which of my minions will bond to his body.' global> Reality itself unravels, even for the slightest moment you feel as if everything is possible, yet nothing is actual. global> And just like that, the feeling passes. From the open rift, a steady stream of souls pour out fluidly into the air. The ethereal beings wail pathetically as they make their way down Abizaz and into the open wound in your chest! Gradrel growls. Orvil's pupils roll back, exposing the whites of his eyes. A loud hiss escapes his fat lips. Orvil> The dark oily substance from the Demon Lord's skin makes its way down Abizaz and begins to mold with your body! [Malchaeius] 'Yes.' [Malchaeius] 'Scream.' [Malchaeius] 'Scream loudly.' [Malchaeius] 'A SYMPHONY! Ha! Do you hear the music Nature-God?' Gradrel growls. [Malchaeius] 'Dance!' Orvil's body convulses as the oily substance reaches his skin, 'Aghhhhhhhhhagghh!!!' With a snarl of his nostrils, Gradrel firmly says, 'The only music will be from the nymph's, once your little experiment has been vanquished.' Orvil> Malchaeius forcefully removes Abizaz from your chest, sending a spray of dark blood into the air! Orvil drops to his knees. Gradrel sheathes his weapons. Orvil gasps for breath. Orvil gasps for breath. Orvil> The pain that racks your body is like none you have ever imagined. Your very bones themselves rearrange, as the transformation overtakes you. Ok. Reality blurs and shift around Orvil as he embraces Chaos. Orvil> You forfeit your soul and give yourself over to Chaos. Indulgynt> You are now Indulgynt. Indulgynt throws back his head and cackles with insane glee! [Malchaeius] 'So they have chosen.' Gradrel growls. [indulgynt] 'I have come for this one.' [Malchaeius] 'Rise demonkin.' [Malchaeius] 'Orvil is no more.' [Malchaeius] 'In his place is one who will never hesitate to fulfill every desire.' [Malchaeius] 'Every vice.' [Malchaeius] 'Every pleasantry. ' Indulgynt stands tall, his black wings unfurling in the light. [Malchaeius] 'Your tastes will know no bound.' [Malchaeius] 'Your desires no limit.' [Malchaeius] 'Nothing will be taboo.' [Malchaeius] 'You are Indulgynt. ' Indulgynt> You broadcast 'As you command, Demon-Lord.' [Malchaeius] 'Spread the Fear.' [Malchaeius] 'Feel the Hatred.' With a snarl of his nostrils, Gradrel firmly says, 'Perhaps I should do the camp a favor, and deliver this creature back to the abyss.' [Malchaeius] 'Be the agent of Betrayal.' Gradrel draws his weapons. Gradrel wields 'Demolition' the Bone Axe of the Forest . Gradrel wields 'Demolition' the Bone Axe of the Forest in his off-hand. Gradrel growls. [Malchaeius] 'You are a guest Nature-God.' Indulgynt sniffs the air about Gradrel. Gradrel growls at Indulgynt. Better leave the room before the fighting starts. [Malchaeius] 'I invited you to see the inevitability of the defeat that is to come to your camp.' Gradrel cackles gleefully at Malchaeius. With a snarl of his nostrils, Gradrel firmly says, 'She will allow no such act.' Malchaeius sheathes his weapons. Gradrel sheathes his weapons. [Malchaeius] 'Your earth whore Gaia is of no concern to us.' [indulgynt] 'The place where your camp stands.' Gradrel growls at Malchaeius. Better leave the room before the fighting starts. Indulgynt> Malchaeius looks at you. [indulgynt] 'Will become a gateway to the rift.' [Malchaeius] 'I imagine you will take care of your looks on your own?' Indulgynt> You nod at Malchaeius. Indulgynt> [Malchaeius] 'Then I leave you to fulfill your desires.' Indulgynt inclines his head. Indulgynt disappears in a mushroom cloud. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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