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Karuz Thrak stared at the cloud of gas as it dissipated into the cavern above. Despite his less than stellar intellect, the plague lord was not without caution. “Could it be true?”, he pondered. As he sat on his throne his mind began to spin. His past attempts at spreading disease and pestilence to the mortal realm had almost always ended with failure. Either some medicinal cure or wizard saved the day. But if the Conflux had returned, then this changed everything. A legion of his Kul Rak could decimate the world of men. His host would feed off of the life force of the mortal world and his numbers would grow with each human felled.
He stood once more and strode to the center of his throne room. He flexed his superior muscles as if showing off to his subjects. They did not take notice. He pointed to a plague valkyrie, Tyz Mok, a trusted servant, who had been by his side during the encounter with the jester.
“Mok, I don’t know if this is true, and I don’t pretend to comprehend all that this could mean, but I refuse to let indecision be my downfall once again.” He lowered his hand and began to pace throughout the open throne room. “Take a small band of Kul Rak and go through the portal. If you make through and find yourself in the human realm. Send a messenger back to me, then continue on, no doubt my counterparts from the other planes will have the same information, and for once I don’t want to be last. While you’re at it I’ll put those foolish humans who call themselves my servants to use.”
As he left the room his servants scattered off in different directions at varying levels of speed. Thrak made his way down the steps to the city, he brushed spores off his cloak as he was reminded of how much he hated living in such a “dreadful place”. The mortal world would definitely be a much more fitting place to rule from, with its open skies and absence of mucus lined cavern walls. He smiled as he made his way towards his workshop through the city’s streets. For the first time in over a century things seemed like to be looking up.
“COME ONE, COME ALL! TO THE FANTASTIC AND MAGNIFICENT EXTRAVAGANZA!”
The showman was standing on a stage outside his pitched tent within the town square. He had been attempting to lure anyone who would listen. “I have an incredible story for you! I come from the far east with tales of the bizarre and spectacular!” His words were hollow, and his crooked and yellow smile was repulsing, but none the less a crowd gathered.
“It’s right inside this tent I tell you! We have a woman with three legs, and a baby who can breath fire! Just like a dragon! MANY other spectacles awaite! JUST INSIDE!” he danced about in a peculiar manner, and motioned to the tent just behind the stage. “All you need do is enter and you shall be AMAZED!”
As the curious onlookers gathered around they became enthralled, some would say even spellbound. Soon enought the intrigued townspeople began to file into the tent, and were met with nothing but blackness.Out of the blackness shined a single green light, it swayed and sparkeled. The stench came next. An odour so foul that many of the townspeople began to cough and vomit. The green light flashed and began to move round them, disorienting and confusing them. They tripped over each other, and those getting sick were unable even to call for help. Fear gripped the group and they began to rush for the exits of the tent, as they made their way out they found themselves alone. The stage and showman were gone. When the last of them had finally exited the tent collapsed behind them. WIping the mucus from their faces and still terrified at what had just occurred, they spoke amongst themselves about what had occured. The majority of the group finally came to the conclusion that they must have been swindled by the showman. Feeling this to be a reasonable and likely conclusion they began to disperse off towards the rest of their daily lives. As they left, a few coughed and hacked their throats… it must just be a slight cold.
He stood once more and strode to the center of his throne room. He flexed his superior muscles as if showing off to his subjects. They did not take notice. He pointed to a plague valkyrie, Tyz Mok, a trusted servant, who had been by his side during the encounter with the jester.
“Mok, I don’t know if this is true, and I don’t pretend to comprehend all that this could mean, but I refuse to let indecision be my downfall once again.” He lowered his hand and began to pace throughout the open throne room. “Take a small band of Kul Rak and go through the portal. If you make through and find yourself in the human realm. Send a messenger back to me, then continue on, no doubt my counterparts from the other planes will have the same information, and for once I don’t want to be last. While you’re at it I’ll put those foolish humans who call themselves my servants to use.”
As he left the room his servants scattered off in different directions at varying levels of speed. Thrak made his way down the steps to the city, he brushed spores off his cloak as he was reminded of how much he hated living in such a “dreadful place”. The mortal world would definitely be a much more fitting place to rule from, with its open skies and absence of mucus lined cavern walls. He smiled as he made his way towards his workshop through the city’s streets. For the first time in over a century things seemed like to be looking up.
“COME ONE, COME ALL! TO THE FANTASTIC AND MAGNIFICENT EXTRAVAGANZA!”
The showman was standing on a stage outside his pitched tent within the town square. He had been attempting to lure anyone who would listen. “I have an incredible story for you! I come from the far east with tales of the bizarre and spectacular!” His words were hollow, and his crooked and yellow smile was repulsing, but none the less a crowd gathered.
“It’s right inside this tent I tell you! We have a woman with three legs, and a baby who can breath fire! Just like a dragon! MANY other spectacles awaite! JUST INSIDE!” he danced about in a peculiar manner, and motioned to the tent just behind the stage. “All you need do is enter and you shall be AMAZED!”
As the curious onlookers gathered around they became enthralled, some would say even spellbound. Soon enought the intrigued townspeople began to file into the tent, and were met with nothing but blackness.Out of the blackness shined a single green light, it swayed and sparkeled. The stench came next. An odour so foul that many of the townspeople began to cough and vomit. The green light flashed and began to move round them, disorienting and confusing them. They tripped over each other, and those getting sick were unable even to call for help. Fear gripped the group and they began to rush for the exits of the tent, as they made their way out they found themselves alone. The stage and showman were gone. When the last of them had finally exited the tent collapsed behind them. WIping the mucus from their faces and still terrified at what had just occurred, they spoke amongst themselves about what had occured. The majority of the group finally came to the conclusion that they must have been swindled by the showman. Feeling this to be a reasonable and likely conclusion they began to disperse off towards the rest of their daily lives. As they left, a few coughed and hacked their throats… it must just be a slight cold.
Toruz Mak seemed to more dead than usual. Illuminated by the green bioluminescent growths that hung from the cavern ceiling high above the city. Its mindless denizens wandered through its rotten streets, only their movement kept them from blending in with the decaying landscape.
Karuz Thrak slouched in his Throne, resting his head on a loosely gripped fist. His glowing yellow eyes stared blankly out of the blackness of his cowl, looking upon his visitor with little regard. Thrak had been of late depressed, as the last of his captives from the mortal realm had finally succumbed to her ailment and become no more than a another Kul Rak in his host. His lastes attempt at a plague on the world of man had ended in failure, and for the past century he'd been moping.
As the small creature spoke he nodded his head slowly up and down, up and down. The words filtered through his mind and slowly they began to register with him.
“How is this possible?” he grumbled without so much as a minor movement.
“And if this is possible what does that mean to me? This coming from some minor denizen, some jester? What would you have me do? Eh? Would you have me call forth my legions and march them into the heart of the mortal realm? Concoct more disease and plague to reap the souls of humanity and unite the decaying corpses of man’s factions under my realm? What would you have me....” He trailed in the middle of his sentence. His hand was raised now, as he had been speaking quite emphatically and using hand gestures to emphasize what he had originally thought to be a nonsensical notion. He rose from his throne, slowly and using both hands, as if the thought he was having sapped some portion of his demonic strength. He moved towards the wretch, slowly down the cracked steps of his throne.
“What would I do?” He pondered out loud with raspy, and ear-tingling voice. “If what you say is true, stranger. Then I could seize this opportunity. If the way to the mortal realm has been opened, then what is stopping me?”
He towered over the small creature, and looked down upon him with delight, and the smallest bit of suspicion. “But what if you lie? What if this is a ruse by some other demonic lord? What enemies have I made over the centuries?” He looked at his large maw of a hand and clenched it into a fist.
“Too many to count.”
He turned from the weak little jester, and retook his slouched position upon his throne. “What evidence have you that this is true? For if this is true, then… by all that is dead and gone I will reign a pestilence upon the mortal realm like that of none seen before.”
Thrak tapped his fingers upon the throne’s armrests, “Well?”
Karuz Thrak slouched in his Throne, resting his head on a loosely gripped fist. His glowing yellow eyes stared blankly out of the blackness of his cowl, looking upon his visitor with little regard. Thrak had been of late depressed, as the last of his captives from the mortal realm had finally succumbed to her ailment and become no more than a another Kul Rak in his host. His lastes attempt at a plague on the world of man had ended in failure, and for the past century he'd been moping.
As the small creature spoke he nodded his head slowly up and down, up and down. The words filtered through his mind and slowly they began to register with him.
“How is this possible?” he grumbled without so much as a minor movement.
“And if this is possible what does that mean to me? This coming from some minor denizen, some jester? What would you have me do? Eh? Would you have me call forth my legions and march them into the heart of the mortal realm? Concoct more disease and plague to reap the souls of humanity and unite the decaying corpses of man’s factions under my realm? What would you have me....” He trailed in the middle of his sentence. His hand was raised now, as he had been speaking quite emphatically and using hand gestures to emphasize what he had originally thought to be a nonsensical notion. He rose from his throne, slowly and using both hands, as if the thought he was having sapped some portion of his demonic strength. He moved towards the wretch, slowly down the cracked steps of his throne.
“What would I do?” He pondered out loud with raspy, and ear-tingling voice. “If what you say is true, stranger. Then I could seize this opportunity. If the way to the mortal realm has been opened, then what is stopping me?”
He towered over the small creature, and looked down upon him with delight, and the smallest bit of suspicion. “But what if you lie? What if this is a ruse by some other demonic lord? What enemies have I made over the centuries?” He looked at his large maw of a hand and clenched it into a fist.
“Too many to count.”
He turned from the weak little jester, and retook his slouched position upon his throne. “What evidence have you that this is true? For if this is true, then… by all that is dead and gone I will reign a pestilence upon the mortal realm like that of none seen before.”
Thrak tapped his fingers upon the throne’s armrests, “Well?”
User Name: Palamon
New Guild Join Date: 2014 Jan 20
RP Style:
I write it how my character or rp persona would. I try to keep everything about my writing in character. I'll even utilize different levels of language depending on the level of education the character has. I emphasize quality over quanity, enforcing length specifications on RPs is maddening to me. I'm sure the majority of people here have had the experience of reading delightful little novellas and absurdly long, drull and loathsome books (Faulkner... no need to say more). Length does not have a positive correlation with quality or efficiency.
I like to keep things interesting and I like to see plot lines advance in unexpected ways. I let things happen as they will. I like cooperative posts and plots as well. Working with others is always nice. :]
New Guild Join Date: 2014 Jan 20
RP Style:
I write it how my character or rp persona would. I try to keep everything about my writing in character. I'll even utilize different levels of language depending on the level of education the character has. I emphasize quality over quanity, enforcing length specifications on RPs is maddening to me. I'm sure the majority of people here have had the experience of reading delightful little novellas and absurdly long, drull and loathsome books (Faulkner... no need to say more). Length does not have a positive correlation with quality or efficiency.
I like to keep things interesting and I like to see plot lines advance in unexpected ways. I let things happen as they will. I like cooperative posts and plots as well. Working with others is always nice. :]
I shall slay the serpent! Or run and hide idk...
NewSun said
Personal antagonists will be released tomorrow. Each will have their own motives, goals, and will be my way of guiding your factions into the main story.
oooooooooOOOOOOOooooOOOOoooOOOOooOoOoOoOoOo yay
Karuz Thrak of the Garden of Filth is also against humanity.
Sigma said
Glad to see humanity have an ally against the Demon Lords. :)
Yes, yet I don't know what good a star will do when you come down with the plague ;D
Just some minor touch ups and I should be done with this CS
The Decay, Host of Rhule Tháar
HOST
Name:The Decay
Size: While constantly growing and diminishing as its members fall to pieces and are added by the advances plagues and epidemics, usually sustained at approx: 4524 individual creatures
Hierarchy and Culture: The Decay functions much like a living organism, with a few choice Captains acting as the nervous system of the Decay, leading its hordes under direct orders from Thrak himself.
History: The first member of Karuz Thrak's host was that of a beautiful milk maiden who he'd fallen deeply in love with. Giving her the gentlest of fatal insomniatic diseases, Thrak slipped the young woman into his care, and to this day he works to preserve her from the decay of his world by feeding her the souls of other beautiful young women who find their way into his realm.
Since then, the Decay has fluctuated in size and capability as Thrak has sent his "gifts" to the mortal plane.
Military Capabilities:
Kul Rak - Zombie
- The bulk of the Decay is made up of these ragged and ever falling apart soldiers. Taken from all walks of life in the mortal world, these souls remain loyal until they become not but messes of bone and flesh on the ground
Yozkr - Pestilence golem
- Strong amalgamations of plague victims, they are strong and make up the heavy hitting element of The Decay
Royr - Plague Valkerie -
- Few in number, these humble servants of the plague lord seat themselves in his inner circle. Spreading pestilence and disease from above and capable of reinging down fear upon those below, they are truly the elite of The Decay.
Ukzurli - Goblins
- The sneaky and mischievous underhanded fighters of The Decay that specialize in eliminiting enemy combatants one-on-one and sabotaging enemy forces whilst spreading disease amongst their ranks.
HOST
Name:The Decay
Size: While constantly growing and diminishing as its members fall to pieces and are added by the advances plagues and epidemics, usually sustained at approx: 4524 individual creatures
Hierarchy and Culture: The Decay functions much like a living organism, with a few choice Captains acting as the nervous system of the Decay, leading its hordes under direct orders from Thrak himself.
History: The first member of Karuz Thrak's host was that of a beautiful milk maiden who he'd fallen deeply in love with. Giving her the gentlest of fatal insomniatic diseases, Thrak slipped the young woman into his care, and to this day he works to preserve her from the decay of his world by feeding her the souls of other beautiful young women who find their way into his realm.
Since then, the Decay has fluctuated in size and capability as Thrak has sent his "gifts" to the mortal plane.
Military Capabilities:
Kul Rak - Zombie
- The bulk of the Decay is made up of these ragged and ever falling apart soldiers. Taken from all walks of life in the mortal world, these souls remain loyal until they become not but messes of bone and flesh on the ground
Yozkr - Pestilence golem
- Strong amalgamations of plague victims, they are strong and make up the heavy hitting element of The Decay
Royr - Plague Valkerie -
- Few in number, these humble servants of the plague lord seat themselves in his inner circle. Spreading pestilence and disease from above and capable of reinging down fear upon those below, they are truly the elite of The Decay.
Ukzurli - Goblins
- The sneaky and mischievous underhanded fighters of The Decay that specialize in eliminiting enemy combatants one-on-one and sabotaging enemy forces whilst spreading disease amongst their ranks.
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