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Cutting Out A Piece Of The Pie

With the escalation of hostilities between Etzos and Rhakros, a series of small walled towns is being established as a network of early warnings and defenses against Rhakros' reprisals. Only the very bravest and most formidable of characters should risk themselves on the Witches' Wilds frontier.

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Postby Noth » Sun Feb 11, 2018 7:39 pm

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The Avriel had killed so many in his tenure as the Prince of Eternal Mercies. He had seen more blood spill out upon the ground than could possibly be recalled, had observed the crimson hues the same tint as his eyes leaking into cobbled stone and green grass. At the end of the trial, one more person would not make a dent in the proverbial graveyard, no matter whether they were the leader of a rival group, or simply another innocent pedestrian who had been squashed underfoot to feed the ambition and desire of the twilight hybrid and his band of gallivanting scum.

His attack was successful once more; the maneuver had been used several times in many different circumstances, and he had yet to see it fail. Humans and their fellow races who did not possess the winged appendages of the Avriel typically discounted them as if though they were worthless, because they could not possibly understand the value of such limbs. The fact that he possessed only a single wing certainly helped to intensify such feelings of worthlessness, and that in turn led his opponents not to gauge properly the ability it granted to him.

He mounted atop the downed knight, feeling him struggle underneath him, wriggling and writhing like some entrapped animal, desperate in his flailing. There was a glint of a knife, a sudden stabbing movement, and he twisted his head askance to avoid the attempts at jamming the blade into his monstrous eyes through the slit of his armet. He felt the briefest flickers of pressure as it stabbed worthlessly against the surrounding pieces of his armor, but he paid it little mind.

Noth dared not glare directly down at his enemy lest he receive the dagger through his armet, but he could feel him wriggle, and knew exactly where his center mass lay. With a practiced and steady hand, he raised up his mace to the sky, blotting out the sun with it for a mere trill before bringing it down with savage ferocity towards the collar bone of his enemy, fully intending to shatter the offending chunk of marrow through the armor of his foe.

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Postby Gangui » Sun Feb 11, 2018 9:03 pm

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Gangui's struggle with tyranny was becoming far too real now. He tried to reclaim his liberty by stabbing. Easily dodged by the monster, the puny blade skittering off steely helm.

Changing tactics, he tried to wiggle out from under it to no avail. He needed to escape the demon's grasp if he was to survive.

As in all battles, time progressed tremendously quick. He stared as the adamantium mace was raised directly over his head. The disguised devil brought down all his hate and malice into the strike. It was an emotion that came directly from the nightmare realms in Emea and pierced the bones of all the men around.

Hatred was real in this moment. It was the exact opposite of love. Though an infantile observation, Gangui understood this as a matter of fact now.

The hammer of destiny down upon him. That which was created from adamantium was judging his fate today, just as Faldrun's blade had judged his father father. Instinct now overtook him, taking a stand against destiny. With a flurry of righteous emotion, he sparked the human spirit to survive countless odds deep within.

"Hiyaaaah!" he dodged the strike narrowly, as the adamantium skidded across the steel brim of his helm causing a flurry of sparks.

Time to actually fight back.

Flipping over on his stomach, the warrior frantically trashed about as he crawled on all fours away from the monster's vile grip.

No one will stop me! Not even tyranny itself. He would escape the death grip even if it was the last thing he did in his short brutal life.
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Postby Noth » Tue Feb 13, 2018 11:41 am

The twilight hybrid was always terribly frustrated by the fact that people never considered the future. Gangui thought only of the here and now, the present, the things that he had done to caravans and corpses, the falsified atrocities that he had supposedly committed. He never considered the future, saw the bigger picture, the corruption, that the implicit trust being placed in a flawed system would only bring about future ruin. He, like many, did not perceive the only ways to save the world, the only way that there would ever be peace upon Idalos.

No matter. As with all others in the past who had defied him, this one too would be crushed underfoot. The hybrid grappled and wrestled upon the ground with the warrior as he struggled to avoid the mace blows hammering down near him, the shrieking sound of metal becoming all too familiar as weapons made glancing blows upon armor, not managing to wound their owners, but hinting at a future where such an outcome was likely to occur.

The man repositioned himself underneath him, using his superior positioning to begin to crawl out from under his grasp, and the hybrid relinquished his relatively inferior straddle to arise upon his feet more rapidly. He pounced forward, like a wolf to a wounded calf struggling against the ground to arise to its feet.

He would deny it that privilege.

The Prince of Eternal Mercies moved swiftly forward, standing over the crawling man before raising a talon and bringing it roughly down towards the head of the warrior, fully intent on smashing him into the ground with the sharp appendage.

After all, crushing underfoot was what tyrants did best.
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Postby Gangui » Tue Feb 13, 2018 8:22 pm


Disgusting talons stomped on Gangui's helm, forcing his face into the mud.

The biggest mistake that any tyrant could make was to smoother the freedom of a patriot. Stealing liberty from an Etzori man was the worst possible option in an emancipated society. Without the ability for free Etzori men to prosper in their work, they would revert back to the ways of the Immortals and lose hundreds of years of progress.

Gangui felt the mud seep into every corner of his face, even into his mouth. He was suffocating.

Hell had indeed arrived just as he had predicted. Everything Etzos had become was entirely a result from the failures of patriots. Their complacency, a symptom to the unseen pain that was Immortal mind control. Their lax immigration policy, the result of backwards logic of sneaking tyrants. Etzori freedom was nearly stamped out.

Every fiber of his being immediately fought back.

Morgan Pahrn once said, that the tree of liberty would need to be watered from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants. It had been far too long, since the people actually understood these words. Even the intellectual reasoning for this was lost by the Etzori. It would have to fall onto the hands of emotional struggle and outburst to remind them all.

“Get off of me!” The words inaudible as Gangui munched on dirt.

The slumbering spirit of human liberty finally began to wake up. Slow at first, soft and silent, but eventually it would be heard by all those who had ruined the country for the good people.

The Sons of Justice leader thrashed and pushed with all his might. An attempt to free himself from the subjugation that was the deadly talon of the tyrant; a plan to bound ahead and regain a combative position on the dueling field.
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Postby Noth » Wed Feb 14, 2018 5:37 pm

There was admittedly something poetic about forcing the warrior into the dirt, of grinding his head directly into the mud underneath his vicious talons, of listening to him as he struggled against it. In the mind of the hybrid, he was moving not altogether dissimilarly from a worm, and perhaps that was the most suitable analogy for the man in the end.

He was a worm, a scavenger, or perhaps even a parasite of a system that allowed his existence. For all of his righteous indignation, and all of the speeches that he so proudly declared, there was little doubt in the Avriel’s mind that the man was either playing the system, or else entirely delusional to the point where he was little more than a puppet for his masters in the Citadel. There was no other logical reason for the intense hatred that he seemed to direct towards the Avriel, a being who he had worked with in the past, and whose encounters had altogether held a relatively mediocre tone; not altogether good, certainly, but not so dreadful that they warranted his accusations either.

All of the freedom that the Etzori so proudly proclaimed in defiance of the Immortals had been squandered. All of the systems and bureaucratic institutions which had been put in place to facilitate the creation of an upright state had instead been integral in transforming what had been an idealistic society into a camp of robbers, each one stealing from one another whether by force, or by the simple stroke of a pen upon an accounting receipt.

They didn’t need more freedom. They needed direction, a leader, a firm voice to guide them, one that would lead them away from their self-inflicted wounds and into a brighter tomorrow. Sure, some would call it oppressive, but that was because it would trample upon their misdeeds, and put an end to their flagrant defiance of societal responsibility.

It would be tyranny, no doubt, but it would be better. After all, a cart is most free when it is upon a cobbled path.

There was a grumbling noise from underneath as Gangui began to hoist himself up against the talon of the Avriel, and the bird-like monster was forced to remove his leg for fear of ending up upon the ground himself. He pulled away for an instant, observing as the righteous and vindictive warrior arose to his feet.

“What do you hope to accomplish with this defiance?” He growled with a voice that ran with murderous intent before leaping forward with his mace once more, bashing at his side with the weapon around where his upper ribs would be located, upon the left side.
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Postby Gangui » Sun Feb 18, 2018 10:31 pm

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Getting up to his feet was no easy task. The onslaught of the paraplegic demon stopped momentarily with a single question. Why wouldn't he submit? The tiny trill of respite allowed for the much needed breath of freedom that the patriot so clearly needed. Dying under a free sky in the arid wilderness fighting for your life was better than the easy way out that was submitting to tyranny.

It wasn't like the tyrant would understand such primal feelings. He was no human. Nay! Only humans could know renaissance! Only humans had the spirit to resist immortals and achieve victory.

He knew who this was now. He didn't need to unmask him to know. It was none other than Cuckoo! The one winged tyrannical monster he had placed a ten thousand gold bounty on.

The enemy of the Etzori free market.

"An avriel will never rule Etzos!" Gangui scoffed defiantly, sticking with his conscious without waver. He all but forgot the fear and cowardice that allowed him to be beaten down into the dirt a mere trill before. He had much more to say, but he gave no regard to educating such an evil creature.

The bitterness in the red eyes of the monster did not waver as the onslaught resumed. It didn't matter though, for none had found a way to kill the mustachio yet.

Rolling under the blunt swing, Gangui used his momentum to leap up into a bounding dash for his sword. Pushing past the single black wing, he rubbed against the foul smelling feathers with his eyes closed.

Picking up the sword by the business end with both hands, he armed himself now with a percussion instrument.

Now Cuckoo and Mustache stood as equals on the field. "Now fight me man to man, you fuckin' avriel!"

Bringing the hilt guard over his head he aimed at the creatures dome, using all the kinetic energy he could muster.

All the fury! All the pain! All the humiliation!

Everything Cuckoo could ask for, now he had it, shining through Gangui's bright blue eyes as patriotic bloodlust came down upon the avriel.
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Postby Noth » Tue Feb 20, 2018 11:06 am

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His question was answered with vitriol and venom, and the answer itself made the hybrid hiss in outrage. It was the same sort of answer that had been given to him his entire life, laying out all of the different possibilities that would be denied to him because of his heritage. He would not be accepted into Athart, because he was a hybrid, and his very nature was an affront to their pride. He would not be accepted in many occupations or storehouses, because his race was meant to be aggressive and abrasive, and people had long since learned to avoid them when possible so as not to need to deal with their petty spite. On and on, a list that stretched on into infinity of the things that would be denied him for what he was, and now here was this man, adding on another item to that already impossibly large list.

He growled viciously, his words little more than an animal rumble as he replied in kind, “And if not, do you think I’ll leave enough for you to use?” If he could not have it, then it would be destroyed entirely to make way for whatever his next project of subjugation and conquest would be. That was the only way that he could guarantee that whatever enemies he made here would be entirely annihilated without fear of having them interfere in his future projects. It was logic taken to its extreme, bloodthirst made manifest in action and thought and will.

Gangui took hold of his weapon by the blade, and the hybrid understood that he would be using percussive and kinetic force in order to negate his armor, much in the same way that the hybrid often attempted to negate the armor of others by using his mace. It was perhaps not as specialized a weapon as his own blunt instrument was for such forms of damage, but he had seen swords used in such ways to great effect, so it wasn’t an altogether foolish idea either.

There was a movement, and the blade was hefted upwards, the Avriel attempting futilely to deflect it with the lesser length mace, though he mis-calculated the trajectory of the blow, and a moment later he felt a punishing force slam directly into his armet. There was a crack of armor, and a yelp of pain as he was brought instantly down to his knees, his head ringing painfully, his vision blurred as blood vessels popped behind his eyes and leaked into his ocular tissues. He saw red in a literal sense, looking upwards at the man and recognizing as an after-thought that the armet he had worn had broken in twain, a half of it still settled upon his face, but the remainder shattered into infinitesimal pieces upon the floor.

Like a man possessed of otherworldly knowledge, he spoke, his voice laced with wickedness and hate, a cruelty beyond the measure of typical flesh.

“You and everyone you know will die. I will mount your bodies to the wall of the Citadel, and I will let everyone see your failure. You will have no epitaph, and your remembrance will be disgust.”
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Postby Gangui » Wed Feb 21, 2018 11:34 pm

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Vibrations of steel reverberated in his arm as the hilt of his weapon smashed the visor of the miscreant’s armet. A loud crack for everyone to hear. The first patriotic strike against the cruel grasp that was tyranny. Shattered pieces of steel littered the floor as an ominous sign of the action that had just been taken.

A broken piece of the warrior’s hilt laid among the wreckage. Though a hardy blow, it was not without its own consequences. A testament to the sacrifices that would be needed in order to achieve victory.

But the tyrant was not done yet.

On his knees, face half exposed for all to see, the villain's eyes festered with hate. Blood red now, he exacerbated all his anger, all his evil, all his venom. Using all this pain, Noth mustered up a terrifying statement. Piercing words to the very soul of the patriot. There was no doubt that he felt the fear that Noth wished to shove down everyone’s throat.

Gangui would still proceed though. Flipping his sword around, he gripped it right side up now and pointed the tip of the blade at Noth’s eye. It was over. Cuckoo had lost. The Al’Angryl goons and the Sons of Justice men at arms all gripped their weapons. Everyone held their breathe knowing that chaos would ensure.

A patriot was not a tyrant though and would try to maintain order.

“Your whole life you’ve been taught that you were worthless,” the mustachio rumbled to Noth in earnest, “So your whole life you’ve been trying to fight the system, trying to take power, trying to gain acceptance through coercion,”

Gangui shook his head, “It’s not the system, it’s an artificial construct created by the immortals to trick you into destroying the last beacon of Liberty. And before this inoculation is completed, we must sabotage it. You must use your strength for good! Take revenge on the Immortals!”

The warrior pushed his blade a little closer, “Repent Cuckoo and mercy shall be given. Lead your people to victory and submit to liberty and justice! Don’t fall into the trap that is tyranny!”
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Postby Maltruism » Thu Feb 22, 2018 5:39 pm

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There was a mix of satisfaction and disappointment in the mood of the Diri as it watched the scene unfold. The disappointment stemmed from its dismissal of the one called 'Gangui' from consideration as a potential partner. But it had done so long ago. He was far too devoted to the concept of 'Etzos' to be a party to its fall. The Diri considered this to be a shame, for the soldier was possibly the most dominant mind it had ever encountered. But the Noth more than made up for his slightly lower degree, by his dominant intent being so completely in line with the spirit's goal.

Satisfaction, however was prominent in that the scene now developed exactly as needed. The Diri had shown the Noth what it could do. But the mono-wing had not yet given the needed sacrifice of flesh. Timing was everything. The flesh needed separation from the influence of the brain's hold over the currents of energy within the sacrificial body part. But the flesh could also not sit and grow cold. There was perhaps a time span of ten ticks at most that could intervene before the flesh became useless to mortal and spirit alike.

Nor was it of any purpose for the Noth to be slain. Yes, the Diri could animate its flesh, as it done to the slain thug when it had first visited the Noth in his cavern stronghold. But that gained no "blending" of the two forms. Spiritual power, masked by the presence of mortal flesh, gave both such increase in effectiveness as to be worth the troublesome manipulation of events. And such manipulation was on the verge of taking place.

The Diri itself was almost overcome by the Gangui's impulse to take the head off of the other. But that would also negate the Noth's usefulness to it. A beheaded proxy was as useless as the dead thug had been. Any that saw it would know it to be an unnatural blending and give no ear to its words. But the Diri had acted in time, imposing past memories of mercy upon the mind of the soldier, bolstering the priority of past events where such displays had resulted in the reassessment of life, in the mind of the criminal or foe that had been granted such mercy.

The Gangui had unknowingly submitted to the Diri's will by granting Noth a chance to redirect his life. The Diri did not need to place any emphasis into the mind of its avriel partner. It already knew the Noth would not submit. It was only to wait for the opportunity to cause the sword to swing, the hand to raise, and the two to meet. Then it would have its still pulsing, but disconnected sacrifice of flesh and two of different nature could blend into one for the glorious future they were destined to bring about.
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Postby Noth » Fri Feb 23, 2018 2:49 pm

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The blow had been far more forcible than the twilight hybrid had expected from what he would otherwise have regarded as a weapon which gave him little cause to fear. It was true that the bladed instrument was utterly incapable of bypassing the metallic carapace he wore, which had been the entire reason for the creation of the armor suit in the first place. That said, whilst he was aware of the usage of swords as blunt instruments when facing against foes covered in armor, he had clearly underestimated the effectiveness of such instruments. He somewhat regretted never having learned to use the somewhat more versatile weapon, but though the sword was quite efficient in sending him to his knees and of removing the facial protection he so desperately required, he also recognized that if he had landed a similar blow with his mace, it would have instantaneously brained the man as opposed to simply incapacitated him temporarily.

He proceeded to grant Gangui his dread ultimatum, his condemnation of the man and of what would follow after he had been slain. There was no doubt in the hybrid’s mind that he would remain at the end of their battle, that the duel would not end in his death. Oh, certainly there was that fear that edged into his thoughts as the trills stretched on and his heart pumped with adrenaline and blood, but he knew that he would not meet his fate here. He had gazed upon his own skull, had clutched it in his palm, and he recognized now that this was not the place where he would meet his end, not to a brattish and arrogant man who thought that his was the only righteous conviction.

“You think that saying things makes them true. I can hear it in the way you throw around your words, as though they have weight.” The Avriel chuckled darkly, crimson eyes gazing upwards at the man. “You’re like a blind man, Gangui. You have a sense of the problem, you feel it close, but you have no real grasp on it. The Immortals are an enemy, they’ve always been my enemy, but they’re not the only enemy. Yes, they’ve started the war, they’ve led to the loss of life, but that doesn’t make them the only enemy.”
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“Tell me about your justice, Gangui. Tell me about how you serve an ideal that’s fallen off its path; the ideal of a city free from the reign of godlings. Tell me about how there’s less crime, and less violence, and less of this, and that, and the other.” His gauntleted hand clenched, as though testing his strength for a moment before he continued.

“There’s still suffering, Gangui. There will be whether it is at the hands of Immortals or of men. The only way to stop it is to control it, to direct it upon whichever path you desire.”

“Oh whatever, it’s not like you’d understand you hulking imbecile.”
The Avriel shot upwards from his feet, his strength renewed, combining greatly with his internal savagery as he lashed out at the man, his right hand curving through the air to strike him directly in the throat in what could only be an attempt at breaking his wind-pipe.

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