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The Horde of Evil - Tresspassing through treacherous tribes' territory! (RP closed)

Shukra bowed to the Master and thanked him, only for him to suck in a breath as the human requested some pieces and was given permission to take what he pleased before him. He held back a growl of irritation, then folded his arms. He would wait for the witch to make off with the gear, then get some imps to carry it off. Unlike the rest, he had no room here. No, his home was far away, in the mountains to the northeast, with his orcs. This dungeon, in its current state, wasn't fit for his presence. It wasn't fit for the presence of anyone but the imps and those creatures that hid in the darkness of its corridors. Pathetic, really. Even the Master had to admit that. But, he would not, would never, belittle the place in front of anyone that would take word back to the Dungeon Keeper. That was just inviting a lashing upon his back.

Once Octavius had made his pick, Shukra barked a few orders at the imps, the flames on him flaring up to give him an intimidating stance. He might have just groveled for the Master's forgiveness, been punched by a demon, and ridiculed by a buffoon, but that did not make him any less of a threat. In fact, it might have just made him more of one, for now his mood was foul and he was more likely to strike down the little red creatures and blame something else for their deaths. And they knew it, too, for he managed to round up enough to carry the equipment for him. Shukra walked before them, hand on the hilt of his sword, something he hadn't even drawn all day. He almost wished he'd sliced the form of that despicable demon with it, just to prove that he could. But, no matter. The others knew of what he could do, and that he commanded more forces than them. Forces that he'd built himself, in fact. They'd just grovel to the Master for their petty prizes and troops they didn't earn. Except maybe a few, perhaps.

Speaking of a buffoon, Shukra remembered the thing Athinar requesting to be put above them. A snarl came to Shukra's face, causing passerby to avoid him by as far as they could. By now, they were out of the dungeon and heading up into the mountains, where his orcs would await him. No matter what the Master said, Athinar would not, could not, order him around. Besides, the Master said that he would lead a future raid, not command the other minions. Those were two different things. He smiled, strolling into a cave. Yes, he was still free. The creature would not be able to order him around, and if tried, well, Shukra had the forces to ignore him. The men he'd brought today was only a taste of the Vorhaas clan, who were three hundred strong, two hundred of which were warriors. He could have performed the entire raid himself, if the Master had allowed it. And he would not let Athinar turn that well oiled machine into a damn battering ram to smash against the walls of a castle until none were left.

When they arrived, Shukra ordered the orcs and imps to trade loads. He looked at the humans, let out a sigh, and said, "I am sorry, friends. You must go to the Master. Perhaps later I can take you back with me." The humans cried and yelled for salvation, but Shukra silenced them all with a burst of flame and a roar. He then had the imps create a circle, much like they had for the Dungeon, to take him back to his home, and in minutes, he, the orcs, and the enchanted equipment were gone from those mountains in the south, leaving the humans at the mercy of the imps and the Dungeon Keeper.

The Horde of Evil - Tresspassing through treacherous tribes' territory! (RP closed)

Shukra is showing his courage/arrogance/ballsy-ness again.

The Horde of Evil - Tresspassing through treacherous tribes' territory! (RP closed)

The appearance of That Which Consumes Peace was expected. What wasn't was the sudden assault against Shukra, causing him to be sent a few feet and onto his side. Had he been in a better position, he would have remained upright and only skid a few inches. But, thanks to him being on his knee and expecting the presence of the Master to keep the others at bay, he was blindsided, and was now forced to pick himself up off the ground, rubbing the back of his hand against his cheek. It stung, but his pride was bruised more than his face. If they'd been anywhere else, in the presence of anyone else, he'd light that demon up like a bonfire and watch it burn to ash. As it were, though, he held still and waited for the demon to finish his accusations, before scoffing. He would hold his tongue, though. This was the Master's decision to make.

And he did not try to defend his reasoning or what he would have done with the humans. The Master did not wish to hear it, and he did not have the patience to explain it. So, he merely nodded, and would have them returned. There were always other villages, more humans. While his faced remained as a calm irritation, a smirk came to his face and he had to hold back a laugh as the Master whipped That Which Consumes Peace with light, the demon's weakness. Once the entire spectacle was complete, Shukra rubbed his sore cheek once more, and glanced around the room.

"Master, if I may be so bold," he began, bowing his head before looking up at the warlock, "few in this dungeon would have use for the weapons and armor, especially those with enchantments. My men can make use of them, far better than the imps here. If neither you nor one of the others objects, I would like to have them and distribute amongst my ranks, so that they could be put to some use, rather than be a trophy for an imp." He gave a disdainful look to one of the little monsters, then once again bowed to the Dungeon Keeper and waited for a response. It was a ballsy move, after just having his prisoners taken away, however he did have a feeling that his Master would see some reason. At worst, he would simply say no. Or strike him for his arrogance. Either way, he would take whatever was given to him.

The Horde of Evil - Tresspassing through treacherous tribes' territory! (RP closed)

If Shukra can use Athinar as a battering ram to slam through enemy fortifications, he will gladly use the demon. So long as he can distinguish between enemies and allies, unlike some people.

The Horde of Evil - Tresspassing through treacherous tribes' territory! (RP closed)

Shows a clear hostility to the accusations and then tries to cover up his own douchery by pointing out things that Shukra admitted to and then adding accusations of his own. Senpai, please slap him down.

The Horde of Evil - Tresspassing through treacherous tribes' territory! (RP closed)

one of these days someone will refer to him as Shu-chan or Shu-san or Shu-something and he'll just light everything on fire.
Torrens, I'm giving you ideas here.

The Horde of Evil - Tresspassing through treacherous tribes' territory! (RP closed)

Shukra noticed senpai. Plz forgive.

The Horde of Evil - Tresspassing through treacherous tribes' territory! (RP closed)

Shukra listened to the plans of many of the other champions in the room, and perked his ears. They had good ideas, but none that he approved of. Mostly because they revolved around laying blame at the feet of the orcs, and therefore his feet, as he would inevitably have to deal with the humans that stormed the mountains and attacked the orcs. It might make it easier for him to conquer them, but would likely end up with him taking more losses than he wanted. He more approved of Umbra's plan, but still, it wasn't something that he greatly approved of. For now, he thought it best to allow the other villages to do as they pleased. The neighbors were few and far away. However, he did chime in, saying, "I suggest that either one of our spirits or ghosts go to one of the villages and assert themselves as the leader, after learning their mannerisms. It would give us an advantage, and possibly allow us to turn an entire village and the miliita to us without too much of an issue. Or one of our more persuasive friends," he motioned to Ekusha lazily, "Could more effectively turn the leader and his local guard to us. Might have some fun doing it, too." Satisfied with his piece said, he quieted down as the stock list came in.

As the familiar broken face of the imp he'd crushed earlier appeared, a wicked smile came over Shukra's face. Once the imp's accusatory statement came, however, that smile turned into a snarl, and a flame burst to life on Shukra's head, forming into a mane much like a lion's. A bit of show of his own, though it wasn't much. And he expected Torrens to leap right onto him in a moment, since there was a new source of heat in the room. He stood, so as to not set the chair on fire, forcing a few humans and imps away from him. His steely gaze met the withering look of his Master. He did know fear, and felt it in that moment, but never would he admit it or let it show. No, he merely held his Master's gaze, allowing the mane of fire to grow and travel down his shoulders and back, rising in intensity.

Then, he did the unexpected: He cooled off, put out the fire, and knelt down before the Dungeon Keeper. "Forgive me, Master. I did not believe that those I collected would be missed," he explained, keeping his gaze firmly locked on the floor. "I merely wished to restore the men I lost in the raid, thanks to my supposed allies. If you wish, I can have them brought here, though it might take some time, as I had them sent to my own lair." He neglected to add the bit about the foodstuff he'd had his orcs whisk away as well. "If I may, I do have a concern to bring up." He did not wait for an affirmative before he continued. "Some of your minions do not have control of themselves, or respect for their allies. Many of my minions - and, by extent, your minions - were lost in the village because of the creature That Which Consumes Peace, and likely others in our group. It is a concern of mine that they will do even more damage to your forces once we have built a considerable army, and will sow just as much chaos in your ranks just as they would our enemies'."

He remained on his knee, waiting for the Master go give some sort of judgement.

The Horde of Evil - Tresspassing through treacherous tribes' territory! (RP closed)

Senpai noticed Shukra. He's not pleased.

The Horde of Evil - Tresspassing through treacherous tribes' territory! (RP closed)

"Interesting," Shukra said as he watched the spirits of fire erupt from the ground, using his little bit of magic to check their movements and what they were doing. "Very interesting." The orcs, oblivious to magic, were confused by his statement, but none dared to question him. He was to them as the Dungeon Keeper was to him. It gave him a little bit of satisfaction to have his little army of orcs. The forty he had with him now - ten seemed to have been lost, most of them likely to his own allies - were but a small force compared to what he had hidden away in the hills. He couldn't help but smile at the thought of their entire race at his foot. But, that was some ways away, and for now, there were other problems.

Such as the tidal wave of imps that poured out of the forest into the village. Shukra pulled a face of disgust. Imps were disgusting little creatures, hardly fit to be eaten, much less to serve anyone in any real capacity. But, the Master seemed to trust them, so he would not question him on this matter. What he would question was the one that eventually worked its way up to him and held its hand out for the prisoners. What the imp received was Shukra's boot in his face, sending blood and teeth flying as the creature was sent sailing away. "These are mine, vermin. Loot elsewhere." The menacing look and the threat of a second kick was enough to send the creature away, no doubt to report to the Master.

Shukra grunted, and sent his orcs away with the prisoners back home. They had strict orders to not harm them in any manner, unless they attempted escape, and then to integrate them back home. Shukra, however, had business elsewhere, unfortunately. He entered the village as the creatures finished their portal, and stepped within. And back in the dungeon they were, much to Shukra's dismay. They were conquerors, warlords, future kings and queens, lords and masters. They deserved more than just a stinking pit to come back to after a raid. He grimaced again, and found himself a place to sit, which was a simple wooden chair he'd managed to coerce an imp into retrieving for him. It creaked and groaned under his weight. He might have to use a prisoner as a stool if it broke.

The Master's entrance was... exasperating. Too much show and display of power. Whether it was for the prisoners or the "champions" didn't matter. It was an irritating show, and Shukra's expression and the finger against his temple showed it. He had respect for the creature that had given him a purpose, but these things were wastes of time. Even his claim seemed like a waste. Ten humans disappeared, and nothing else. Even he had managed to get more than that on his own. But, regardless, he did not say a word, did not move a muscle, and merely waited for everyone else to begin shouting their claims at each other before taking anything else.