Chaotic Plans...

[Reverend]

Some time ago....
"Kirahaad! Kirahaad answer me!"

The Chaos Planes were in turmoil, following the collapse of the pocket realm that had served as the fortress for Mondain, most powerful of all Chaos emmisaries. Not only had Mondain fallen to a small band of humans from the prized Miniopian plane, but Jirokk, Mondain's accomplice and another of the five Chaos emmisaries was killed in battle with mage Therin.

As if to add insult to injury, Surbifeh had finally been found after years of searching only to be found a traitor.

So it was that Ulovia went searching for the only other remaining emmisary to confer.

"Yes Ulovia, what is it that you wish to speak of? I have plenty to deal with now just making sure what forces I have recruited are not incinerated by the feedback from Riselm's release."

Kirahaad, you know as I do that trying to keep those ridiculous plans of Mondain working are useless now. Mondain is gone, Jirokk is dead, and we are in need of sanctuary."

"Sanctuary?! As long as we are in the Chaos Realm we shall be protected. We pull back, we fortif-"

"THINK fool, how long till Order decides to press their temporary advantage over us? Though Ithandar was lost with Jirokk, and Aftershock is in league with Surbifeh, we are in no position to both fend off an attack on our realm AND block any actions Kasoliux, Dervas or Vuulcid might think of instigating."

"So what would you propose then? We abandon Miniopia to our enemies? After all we've been able to accomplish in Vergeltuungen? Or the revolutions of the northern tribes? WE cannot allow Order unbridled acess to Miniopia. That was why Mondain trapped Riselm in the first place."

"That is why I suggest we do what Jirokk did, find hosts worthy of us so we might roam freely in Miniopia; bolstering our forces there and if lucky, eliminate our enemies...Or the traitor."

"Well thought, but who do you have in mind that might be worthy of our power?"

Red Chaos power crackled inbetween Ulovia and Kirahaad, jagged lines of Chaos seemed to be pulling back the nuisance of reality as one might a scab. In between the two powerful emmisaries, the images of a fire user besting Airius Origen in combat, and a wandering demon stretching his wings and calling for his brethren's help played out in front of them.

"I think that you will find these two to be satisfactory."

"Hmmm...Yes, these two may do well, but we should be careful. They will not be easy to break and I do want to test them first."

"Agreed, I suggest we hide in them now, and when the time is right, we shall begin the trials."

The two emmisaries of the Chaos realm stepped towards their potential hosts, and in an instant were not to be found in the Chaos realm at all...

OOC: Diablo, Demonic, we are now realtime, so you are just outside the bar. If you wish, begin to explore listening and conversing with your new guests.

[Minosheep]

Demonic is lying down in a fork in a tree, hands behind head. He's reclined, yawning widely, and watching birds pass overhead, when suddenly he feels something...

Something... different. A few strands of his hair turn yellow, unseen by him. Demonic scratches at his leg.

"Damn draft here. I'd better go inside."

He hops down from the tree, changing back to normal, and steps into The Kilted Wench, buys a cream soda, and sits in the corner, drinking and thinking. What was that? Why was it so strange?

...A draft. Drink your stupid soda. It's windy outside, that's all.

[Diablo]

Diablo is enjoying the sun oand smeel of fresh blood when he gets a tingling in his stomach.. diablo's eyes glow yellow and his tatoos turn yellow as well but unseen by Diablo.

"hmm, i bust be hungary.. well this meat is no good to eat. better head to The kilted Wench see what they got cooking or uncooked heh"

Diablo grabs his swords cleans then sheaths them walking into the Bar. Getting another steak. "this will help."

thats right, your hungary.. just eat.

[Reverend]

As Demonic sips his soda, he feels himself becoming sleepy, lying on a bench in the Wench....

Diablo sits eating his steak at the bar, savoring the taste of raw meat on his tongue, and the blood filling his stomach, lulling himself to drowsiness....
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The first thought Diablo had was that he was sure his eyes were open, but the darkness was so absolute he could not have told he was awake. Sitting himself up, or at least as best as he could tell, Diablo tried to shake the cobwebs from his head until he heard a voice fill the space he was in.

Welcome Diablo, I hope you prove to be quite valuable to me.
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Demonic was abrutly awoken by blinding light coming from large Pyres in the temple room he was in. A voice booms in his mind, commanding his muscles.

Get up Demonic, you are too strong to just lay there.

OOC: take up a conversation with the voice, you can guess who it is

[Diablo]

Valuable?? who are you!? get out of my head!!

Calm your self young one! i can offer you pwer! power beond your imagination. if you accept me i will grant you the power to weild dangerous types of magic! allowing you to conquar your oppent

Hmmm power... wait no i already have great power!! i dont need you or anyone els!

wait, you may like what i can offer. I will give you a taste but just a taste.

Diablo's eyes glo yellow and Chaos energy begins to flow threw him. Diablo begins to shiverwith all the power flowing threw him causing the ground to rumble a bit but just a little then it all fades away.

So?? what do you think... or will you go your own way?

I like it! i need more! i will serve you but im not so easly won, i will need to think a little bit more about it but untill then i shall allow you to stay..

Diablo snaps back to reality shaking his head looking around dumbfounded...[/i]

[Minosheep]

"...Who's there?!"

Demonic tries to move his arms, but the drowsiness that had overtaken him is absolute; try as he might, he can't lift so much as the tip of his finger.

"I said get up! I picked you because you defeated Airius Origen, the host of the traitor Surbifeh! Lift yourself from the ground, you worthless lout, unless you somehow managed to get lucky while you were fighting that disgusting monk."

Demonic shakes his head, yelling now.

"Shut up! Nobody insults me that way!" He's on his feet in an instant, anger overriding his exhaustion, but he falls onto his hands and knees the next. The voice, when it speaks again, sounds surprised, but doesn't relent.

"On your feet, you stupid child! I didn't bring you here so you could crawl around. UP!"

Demonic makes it up into a kneel, red hair pulsing with equally red and fire-charged electricity.

"Show yourself, you coward! SHOW YOURSELF!"

He jerks, suddenly, not noticing that the strands of hair falling into his eyes are suddenly yellow, not noticing that the reflection of his face in his mithril-studded knuckles shows him yellow eyes, not noticing that FireGuardian suddenly vanishes and that Bloodreign quivers within its sheathe, floating forward from said sheathe to hover in the air, the blade now a foot longer. Demonic is only consumed by rage. Rage and hate. Destruction. Killing. Rending. Destroy. Kill. Rend. Destroyer. Killer. Render.

NO!

Demonic quivers, hair and eyes reverting, Bloodreign falling with a clatter before him with its blade once again shorter. FireGuardian reappears within its sheathe, and Demonic falls on his left side, pulled down by the sudden increase in weight. Yellow spots dance within his vision and his ears ring.

"You're still alive. Good... Perhaps there is use for you yet... My other hosts all died the minute I entered them!"

Demonic, still trembling, manages to rise onto his feet. His voice is weak when he calls out, "No... Nobody... not in my body, n-not in my head... n..never....NEVER!"





Back in The Kilted Wench, Demonic's head shoots up, yellow hair flying out behind him and eyes glowing the same shade. Bloodreign is in his hands and FireGuardian vanishes; in the next instant, Demonic has burst through the roof and is flying off towards the south. Towards the nearest city.

Destroyer. Killer. Render.

[Aindriahhn]

*In theWench, Aindriahhn polishes some of the glasses*

[Diablo]

Diablo begisn to think. "if he is in my body can he hear my thoughts?"

"I can. and i wont hesitate to read them."

"Wait this wasn't part of a deal! i dont want you reading my thoughts, living in me is ok but reading my thoughst my privicy!! thats ganna work!"

Diablo roars ase he trys to rid himself of the Emissary. "Get OUT!!" Diablo goes blood thristy and runs out the door egniting things on fire as it touches him he then looses controle and Kirahaad takes over.

"Haha, he lives but this power he holds along with mine is enormus!!" Kirahaad flys off. "Destroy, Kill!!!"

[Therin]

"That was...interesting, to say the least..." says Lews Therin to anyone who might be listening. He puts out wayward fires around the Wench. Then, he sips his mead at the bar, and thinks, wondering what might have caused the ruckus. Those energies had felt strangely familiar, somehow...

[Reverend]

The peaceful town of Javist had stood as a trading hub for many centuries just off the only road leading in and out of the black forest. known as a gathering place of reputable merchants with exotic wares to pedal, and the finest wooden crafts around, Javist had been left alone for generations from the conflicts of the world around it.

Now the town and the countryside lay in flames, devastation brought down in vengeful wrath of the Chaos Emmisaries.

OOC: You are now in Javist, wreaking whatever destruction you see fit to cause. Continue your conversations with your new occupants, they will be telling you that one test has been completed, the test of wrath, and that you must travel west into the deserts to complete the test of strength. Stay in Javist for the moment, but be prepared to leave after my next post