Geel-Kajin
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Alright. 
when you are ready,post your next line of action
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Open Hosts of Destruction [HOD]
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Geel-Kajin
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Rarga:The clanfear,through many years of headbutting, has developed a thick cushioned layer around it's skull. Your attempt to kick it backwards results in the force of your blow getting absorbed into the abundant ammount of fat instead of bone. It shakes it's head, resulting in your feet getting tangled in it's many horns, the rest of you dangling in front of the daedroth's face.
Swaying around, the creature stumbles here and there, attempting to rid the thing which blocks it's line of sight. It's legs buckle after a while under your weight, and together the both of you fall. You hear the creatures claws,scrabbling to get footing-but to no avail. Both of you fly head first towards the steaming blood. Mere moments from impact, what will you do?
Geel-Kajin
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A host of destruction OOC thread has been made;use that to communicate with each other and speculate about where this is all going It's great for bonding too lol
BeepBeepImaJeep
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I ask the body. How are you still speaking?
Beran
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(Sorry if I'm holding you up Rarga, just got back from school)
Taking no notice of the figure that arrived, Beran furiously hits the tree. "Maybe I can scare off that person by showing how strong I am", he screamed, in mad, rapid words. Again and again the tree is hit.
Derath_farseer
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He looks into the empty sockets of the skull he feels an unnatural calm looking at it, Deraths hands shoot out and grab its hat, once he puts it on he heads towards the stone circle looking for any thing along the way that could be used as a weapon
Derath_farseer
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He picks up a rock and conintues towards the stone circle, he feels drawn to the shapes,
Who are they? He thinks to him self
Who am I?
What am I?
Should they die? Hes not sure why he thought that but it echos in his head bouncing off the walls of his skull, It becomes all he can think about as he makes his way towards them, This place is wrong he can feel it in every fiber of his being but it feels right at the same time, before he knows it hes at the circle looking up at the figures
Geel-Kajin
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beran: The cactus finally crumbles under your blows. It teeters for a second, before hitting the cold floor. It's gnarled bark is broken, but its face is twitching. It suddenly rises once more,in a flash of green energy. Delivering a sneak attack to you (your health 20/100) .You feel angry. "You've already had your turn, let someone else have a chance to die!" you shout at it.WHat will you do?
Lambada: The body smiles, almost innocently. THen it points to you, gurgling:
I was dead til the dead arose,
I feel his power start to grow.
THe giant Wyrm shall come once more,
to fight the battle, blood and gore.
He rose me from my ashen pit,
and i breathed again from rotting lips,
Ive said enough, now break the lock!
You've had enough time for thought.
Derath: The hat is tainted with blood. The man did not die an easy death. You twiddle with the rock, and that gives you as much comfort as you can have in such a strange day.
You walk with your thoughts up to the circles, tilting your head upwards to see it. Music strums from within it. and it entices you. THe music is full of tunes, vibrant in sounds, but it makes you feel hollow and sad.
Then you walk in the circle, and you freeze. You shake your head, clearly this is not true. A dream. A mere figment of your imagination. But when you look at them again, they are still there. Strumming Lutes and hitting drums, the skeletons play on. Their heads bear no skin, except the tufts of mottled hair remaining.And then they sing.The song drives you insane. You cannot hear the lyrics, but it seems to weave together, like a spell, a charm they want to spring on you. CLutching your ears to block out the noise, you see the skeletons laughing, and notice an extra instrument on the floor. You see it for a merest glimpse, but your name was definitely etched on the surface. THe song drives you closer, ever closer to the intrument. Now you understand why the skeletons are here. They sang and made merry til dehydration and lack of food killed them, but the magic which bound them still kept them there,to lure others to the same grave.
Rale:The room is black, pitch black. The wall of the hut are covered with a thin film of dust, which powder you as you enter. Then all is silence. No illumination seems to enter the room, no matter how far you open the door to let what is remaining of light in. You walk steadily in.
THough practically no light in the hut, you can still see. Not much, but much more than any human being ever would. And further you still walk.
You notice a basement in the hut, behind two casks of long forgotten mead. THe stairs seem to lead forever downwards, into the depths of the night. A gust of wind blows up form the place, as if ventilation came from beneath. Will you go in, or return to the annoying light,at the exterior of the hut?
Derath_farseer
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Sweet sweet music, A part of him wants nothing more then to give in, To play and dance. Maybe just for a moment when was the last time hes had a moment to relax he can't even remember, He kneels to pick up the instrument when the bells on his hat jingle, The picture of the dead jester flashes in his mind he looks at the undead musicians and throws his rock at the closest one, He won't join this little gaggle its not his time to die, He reaches for the lute that has his name on it and picks it up, Might serve as a club, It's better then nothing, he looks at them his eyes cold and defiant, He has a hold on his mind. For now
Geel-Kajin
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(wow,sweet move lol)
Rarga: Your line of action barely achieves the result you wanted it to. With the clanfear having dropped far down, you take a great leap off it's back and grasp the edges of the pit. You swing yourself up, gasping for breath, thick droplets of sweat upon your brow. Standing up, you watch the Clanfear thrash in the boiling substance, before it's life expires.
You walk away from the pits, and see a great battle happening from a distance. Daedroths crowding upon a single dremora. Curses, more chaos, you groan as you watch the fight proceed. Will you step in, and vanquish the battle's participants, stay where you are and watch them wipe each other out, or leave, knowing that order is restored if you let them fight?
Geel-Kajin
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Derath: The instrument crashes heavily on the first skeleton, crushing it's skull. With one less source of music, your head is a bit clearer, and you proceed to batter the next few. THe skeletons leering grin never ceases, and the nearest one hit you with a spell. You feel calm once again, and when the music starts, you feel all the more ready to join them. You know it's the spell effects, but you think : what harm can be done? At least I die peaceful, not on a battlefield of the suffering. Picking up your lute, you prepare to play it.
Suddenly, you feel something flare within you. Defiance. It takes the form of a voice " My creation...Oh so sweet a creation..you survived the horrors in my realm while you slept, but you fall prey so easily to a mere jingle? Come, prove to me your worth, For the horrors of the mind can only be broken by that of the body."
Hearing so, you bite hard upon the lute, reducing its mouth piece to splinters, which pierce your mouth. Pain jolt through you, and you awaken to your senses. (your health 100/100 to 90/100)what will you do?
Rale: The stairs seem to go forever. Carved into the walls are the most interesting of things.
FIrst you see the bright stars, the moon, the sun. And Azura was there, The winged Twilights to guide her.
Then you see darkness, shadows. They fed upon the light, til it was no more but a glimmer
Third you see a close-up of Azura's face. Not the peaceful look many have grown accustomed to, but that of anger, her face turned grosteque by her pure rage.
THe fourth and final showed the battle of the two opposites, and they fought over the plains til they turned red like the depths of hell. Blood crusted the armour and weapons of the two opponents, and they fought hard.
Then, you reach the bottom. A cavern, with two corridors leading from it, one to the left, one to the right. A large hole is at the top of the cavern, to the outside world. cool,night air flows in from it, the moon directly overhead. Flora and fauna coat the grounds, and from the lauch two skeevers. They are half-starved, and from the number of half-chewed dead skeevers around you realize they resorted to cannabalism to stay alive. Now they have a fresh target,you-what will you do?
Geel-Kajin
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Rarga:
The Daedroths hardly take any notice of you until your multiple hits finally attract their attention. Jaws snapping, they turn away from the dremora and attack you instead. (daedroth 1:health 40/180, daedroth 2:health 150/160, daedroth 3 :health 30/140) One of them growls, and uses his tail like a mace, smashing it into your abdomen. (health 60/100) Wincing, what will you do?
Derath_farseer
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Derath focuses on the pain."Pain, pain is real suffering is real" He thinks to him self and he throws what remains of the instrument away and tackles the remaining skeleton ripping its skull off its spine and smashing it into the ground, he turns to the instruments and proceeds to break them into as many pieces as he can, laughing as he does. Once that's done he looks around the area hes in A question enters his head
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