Erana Posted December 3, 2010 Report Share Posted December 3, 2010 You say I await your grand design. You kneel before it. Vutravikyr was once at the right hand of the Balor, Xutravoth. When the mighty Balor fell with the other Gods of the ancient pantheon, Vutravikyr saw the opportunity and ursurped power for himself. Now this massive creature rules all of the demons within this realm. From head to toe, Vutravikyr is covered by an exosekeleton of sharp bones. His dagger like claws extend for several inches past its waist and look to be quite deadly. Fiery red pupil-less eyes flicker with hatred from beneath his forehead, where a three horns potrude, one from the each side and one from the middle. Vutravikyr the Demon General is in excellent condition. Vutravikyr the Demon General is using: Vutravikyr the Demon General approaches you, cracking his meaty knuckles. Vutravikyr the Demon General says Oh, it is not me who makes the designs. Lord Volgathras is my master. And yours.' Vutravikyr the Demon General says I am only his instrument. A girl arrives from a puff of smoke. A girl is spat forth from the undulating flames surrounding them. She no longer carries her flowers, instead clutching a long, serrated dagger. You grin evilly. Vutravikyr the Demon General says 'And so is she. We all serve the Lord of Chaos.' She has a cute little white skirt with red splotches and dots all over it. It almost looks like someone sprayed her with red paint. There is something funny about her eyes. A girl is in excellent condition. a girl is using: A girl grins, though silence still pervades. She looks toward the general searchingly. Vutravikyr the Demon General nods his head in silent approval. A girl allows a soft giggle to escape her tormented throat, before lifting her hand. Her fingers begin to move in strange ways, like a puppeteer's. Akhagrik rips off his shirt revealing his many self inflicted lacerations. A girl moves her fingers this way and that. Akahgrik, in response to some unseen power, begins to jerk and move in odd ways! Akhagrik beings to laugh uncontrollably. A girl joins in the laughter as her hand twists, causing Akhagrik's arm to be violently wrenched behind his back, popping it from it's socket. A girl waggles her fingers again, and Akhagrik's leg is bent backwrds at the knee! Akhagrik's arms begin to contort violently as he screams, 'Volgathras! Claim this soul! Vutravikyr the Demon General grins a quiet, depraved grin at the scene. Meanwhile the girl's puppeteering forces Akhagrik toward the shrine of chaos, hobbling on his ruined leg. A girl mimicks tying, and Akhagrik is latched by some magical force to the undulating shrine. Afterward, her hand drops. Vutravikyr the Demon General says 'You wished to knwo the power of the rift. To be done of us.' Vutravikyr the Demon General steps from the dias to approach the shrine, stopping before Akhagrik. 'You seek to gain the Lord's favor, as we have.' Vutravikyr the Demon General indicates himself and the small girl. Vutravikyr the Demon General says '...you have come to try and take out place as the Master's favorites.' Akhagrik coughs up blood and says in a very soft tone, 'Do your worst, Volgathras is my master aswell. Akhagrik grimices, then grins and states, 'He decides whom he favors, you both know that as well as I. Vutravikyr the Demon General raises his eyebrows at the comment. 'Oh... something to remember,' Vutravakyr states, turning back to grin at the girl. 'Isn't he a wise one.' A girl giggles. Vutravikyr the Demon General turns once again toward Akhagrik, grabbing him by the chin. 'It will be quite some time before you will reach the heights of power she and I have obtained.' Vutravikyr the Demon General says 'It would behoove you to remember this.' Vutravikyr the Demon General releases your chin, stepping back and allowing the small girl to take his place. Akhagrik still choking says, 'I will not soon forget this meeting. A girl looks up at you. A girl offers her sweetest smile - that is to say, the diseased maw set in her hideous face opens to reveal her rows of pointy teeth. A girl places the tip of the kris blade at Akhagrik's kidney and slowly.... slowly presses it through the flesh. Akhagrik's side begins to spew blood. A girl twists the dagger embedded in it's fleshy sheath. As the pain washes over you, it is as though reality itself is rended and it's flows opened to you. An Immortal has transferred you. An Underwater Cliff Move in the wrong direction and you will find yourself plummeting down a deep, deep, deeeeeeeep crevice. The crevice here appears to have been created naturally, without any intervention from sentient beings. The only exception is the shipwreck nearby. Though it had done little to even the terrain it still stands out from the nearby reef. [Exits: north east south] An Immortal has transferred you. The Central Commons You stand amid the Central Commons of Rheydin, the main gatheriner place in this city. A large fountain has been built here, feeding the water needs of the Rheydin citizens. Here, an inter- section divides Saint Orealt Avenue and Saint Andres Street, the main roads in Rheydin. [Exits: north east south west] Grey Banner of the city of Rheydin stands tall here. The official Tribunal Roll Call has been posted here. A massive marble fountain bubbles forth with water here. A citizen of Rheydin is here, enroute to the markets. The Town Crier stands here ready to give directions. A citizen of Rheydin walks east. An Immortal has transferred you. Within the Frozen Waste You are astounded as creatures you have never seen nor heard of run past you. The winds no longer blow as hard and the snow at times, ceases to fall. A gray fog begins to accumulate and looms not far from your head. Slowly, it begins to fall downward - blocking you line of sight. Vision is extremely difficult here. [Exits: north east south] Within the Frozen Waste You are astounded as creatures you have never seen nor heard of run past you. The winds no longer blow as hard and the snow at times, ceases to fall. A gray fog begins to accumulate and looms not far from your head. Slowly, it begins to fall downward - blocking you line of sight. Vision is extremely difficult here. [Exits: north east south] An Immortal has transferred you. The Chamber of the Balor You have reached your goal. This is the chamber in which Xuthravoth has directed his malice within this Rift. The heat here is almost unbearable. The walls that surround you are nothing more than enormous barriers of hellfire. The entrance to this chamber itself has now been completely engulfed in flame, sealing you within. You walk along a thin path made of the blackest of stones, and this path leads directly towards a giant throne crafted of bleeding flesh. [Exits: none] (Glowing) (Humming) An altar stands here, slowly shifting its shape before you. An enormous throne governs the chamber, bleeding freely. A young girl is picking flowers here in silence. (White Aura) A Great Demon General sits upon the throne glaring at you with disgust. You gasp in astonishment. Vutravikyr the Demon General chuckle - a deep, disturbing entonation. 'He begins to see,' the general says, speaking to the litle girl. A girl nods in understanding, pulling the dagger free in an agonizingly slow motion. She repossitions herself before the prostrate warrior. You say 'I am truly oblivious to your full abilities.' You say 'This is the power of the demon?' Vutravikyr the Demon General says 'You have begun to see the powers of Chaos. As your dedication to a mortal form is challenged, and your foundation shattered, Chaos takes over.' Vutravikyr the Demon General says 'The true masters of the rift mold this powerful moment, to use Chaos for tehir own ends.' A girl places the chilled point of the dagger atop your stomach. The warrior's blood trickles down the serrated blade, pooling upon the flesh. A girl once more buries the dagger in to you, drawing the blade with surprising ease down his midsection to reveal his offended organs. A girl pulls the blade free with a spray of blood, and again the world twists around you! An Immortal has transferred you. A Small Alleyway Small candles light a cobblestone pathway that leads down to the end of the cul-de-sac. In the distance looms a large mansion, dark and foreboding. Dark shadows can be seen flying above the mansion, circling in the dark haze above, but you are too far away to discern their physical form. You notice that the familiar sounds of the streets of Miruvhor have died down, and the usual riff-raff that clog its streets are not present. Akhagrik screams in pain. An Immortal has transferred you. At the Foot of Dragon's Teeth A gaping mouth opens to the west, as you leave the vast desert expanse of all other directions. The road is more defined now, and civilization seems much closer. The sounds of life echo through the upcoming mountains. An Immortal has transferred you. The edge of the forest You are standing at the eastern edge of a big forest. To the east are the bright lights of Val Miran and to the west is a narrow trail, leading in through the forest. A small path leads north. [Exits: north east west] An army Staging Camp has been built here. An Immortal has transferred you. A slimy passage The tunnels around you have become much more humid. Layers of thick green slime coat the entire wall of the tunnels, and your footing has become increasingly slippery. Within this pitch black darkness comes a sort of dull beating, almost as if you could hear your own heartbeat echoing in your ears. [Exits: north south] An army Staging Camp has been built here. An Immortal has transferred you. The Chamber of the Balor You have reached your goal. This is the chamber in which Xuthravoth has directed his malice within this Rift. The heat here is almost unbearable. The walls that surround you are nothing more than enormous barriers of hellfire. The entrance to this chamber itself has now been completely engulfed in flame, sealing you within. You walk along a thin path made of the blackest of stones, and this path leads directly towards a giant throne crafted of bleeding flesh. A girl steps back, nodding as though pleased with her work, and disspears. A girl disappears in a mushroom cloud. Akhagrik's now exposed insides twist a bit. Vutravikyr the Demon General takes his place atop the throne once again, looking upon the gutted warrior. 'Sleep, worm. Embrace the death you know awaits.' Vutravikyr the Demon General smiles a pretty smile at Akhagrik. The world seems to dim, colors dull.. Akhagrik crawls towards the throne and raises his right arm up at it. Let it be known that Akhagrik has been granted the title of Master Questor of Aabahran! Vutravikyr the Demon General lifts his foot away from the grasping Akhagrik, disdain evident on his features. Still the world darkens. The sound of your own heartbeat thunders in your ears. Softer... slower.. Vutravikyr the Demon General leans forward, piercing you with his pitch black eyes. 'Goodnight,' the demon says, before your world goes black. An Immortal has transferred you. The Heart of Chaos [Exits: none] You go to sleep. You wake and stand up. [an Immortal] 'Puppet.' Volgathras slowly fades into existence. Volgathras is no longer cloaked. Akhagrik kneels in worship, 'Yes my master? Volgathras appears before you in the undulating chaos that is their locale; unexplainable, unspeakable, forchaos is eternal change. The Heart of Chaos [Exits: none] Volgathras the Usurper, Cenotaph of Depravity is here. Volgathras pushes you upon the forhead, forcing you to fall back and reveal the gaping wounds in his side and abdomen. 'My toys have done their work.' [Volgathras] 'Lay still.' Akhagrik lies still. Volgathras stands over you, his crimson eyes ablaze as the colors and primordial shifts in location set the two alight. With a hellish 'HHOOWWL' Volgathras opens his mouth, jaw disdending like some unholy snake. Streams of black fluid are wretched forth from Volgathras' mouth unto your wounds. The burning, black liquid invades the injuries, seeping through to fill the warrior. After a moment, the fluid pouring forth becomes a luminescent silver.. th ...The silver light of vellum. Volgathras shuts his mouth, stopping the stream. [Volgathras] 'Your search ends here, Akhagrik. You sought vellum, and for your service I deliver your answer.' [Volgathras] 'Even now the stuff of chaos changes you, turning you in to a beast of the rift. A servant to the Lord of Chaos.' As Akhagrik's heart begins to beat once more he says, 'My service in your name will never end nor give ease. Volgathras nods his horned head. 'See that it doesn't, for the gift I have bestowed upon you here can be taken.' [Volgathras] 'This is the last time you shall come here, to the very heart of chaos, to feel it's truth and purity.' [Volgathras] 'Remember well, for from this place is your new found power born.' You nod. [Volgathras] 'I return you to the realm of mortals to recover. The change is difficult - and if you survive, you shall be known as Demon, my Kin.' [Volgathras] 'Rest. You'll need it.' You say 'I look forward to serving as your kin.' As Volgathras' sibilant voice fades, so too do your surroundings. The tumultuous chaos of the world around you shudders suddenly, normalcy returns. 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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