RE: [Wizard Jail] (mini-battle)
08-22-2017, 03:36 AM
(This post was last modified: 08-22-2017, 04:37 AM by Pharmacy.)
A GOOD FEW MINUTES AGO…
Vocifer Vox finally did it. The clerical cephalopod was at his mercy and all he needed to do was drop the axe. He would now but he wanted to perfect the final blow, to savor the fear in those moon-saucer eyes - and also to first acknowledge the nearby mage. He was human, slight and plain-faced. He displayed a surprise. A hostage.
“Vocifer. Let us see what you value more. Your victory – ,” the mage hissed as he struggled with the canvas. The canvas displayed a Vocifer in repose, in glorious nude. The mage held a gilt knife to his facsimile’s throat. “ – Or your ego.”
“No,” the dragon-man gasped. “You won’t dare.”
The mage responded by cutting an ugly scar and throwing the mess down. The canvas landed face down, the paints leaking into the blood and saltwater.
“How DARE YOU,” the dragon-man roared, turning his attention on the impetuous caster. “VOCIFER VOX WILL RIP YOU IN PIECES. VOCIFER VOX WILL TEAR YOU APART IN NO TIME.”
“Time?” The man forced a smile. “You gave me all the time I needed.”
Then Vocifer knew. He turned around. Nyctitus had been dragged off, leaving only a trail of glass and blood for his troubles. Vocifer turned back, hoping that he could at least axe the mage. However, the mage was gone too – a stink of conjuration left in his place. Vocifer had been tricked. Hornswoggled! He nearly broke his axe over his knee in frustration.
--
RIGHT NOW
Vocifer Vox trudged back to the makeshift office of Judas. Her first head was taking a fashionable drag out of a cigarette. The second head was chewing on a plug. The third head, however, was in some sort of trance, eyes vacant, horns halo’d.
“Yes, yes.” A pause, nod. “I understand.” Another pause. “I will tell him.”
Some facsimile of focus returned to her eyes and the head turned towards the dragon-man. “Vocifer, you did such a good job,” she praised mockingly. “Tiamat is pleased with your performance.”
“Vocifer Vox would like to remind you that the alliance is only temporary. Vocifer Vox will get out one day.” He paused. Then screamed. “AND TRIUMPH OVER THE FALSE GODS ONCE AGAIN.”
“Your energy is admirable,” the fourth head smirked. The fifth head spat at a kobold and continued. “I hope you have enough. Tiamat requires another task of you.”
“Vocifer Vox is curious.”
“Oh you know,” she lazily waved. A kobold came with a steaming cup of tea. “The gem?”
It took all of Vocifer’s willpower not to say oh shit. “…Yes?”
“It is so interesting. I want it,” her third head stated matter-of-factly. A trembling kobold replaced her burnt-out cigarette. “And I can’t even see it.”
“Wait, the gem?” The dragon-man sputtered. “From the unicorn? He’ll tear me in half. Vocifer Vox might be good as dead.”
“How uncharacteristically cowardly of you,” the second head sneered, tobacco juice dripped between her teeth. “Aren’t you always putting yourself in life or death situations?”
“…Vocifer Vox sees your point.”
--
1) Blang gang got to the dragon “masterpieces” first.
2) Blang gang hostaged the “masterpieces” as a distraction to take away Nyc.
3) Vocifer is tasked to steal the antimagic gem from Vanth.
Vocifer Vox finally did it. The clerical cephalopod was at his mercy and all he needed to do was drop the axe. He would now but he wanted to perfect the final blow, to savor the fear in those moon-saucer eyes - and also to first acknowledge the nearby mage. He was human, slight and plain-faced. He displayed a surprise. A hostage.
“Vocifer. Let us see what you value more. Your victory – ,” the mage hissed as he struggled with the canvas. The canvas displayed a Vocifer in repose, in glorious nude. The mage held a gilt knife to his facsimile’s throat. “ – Or your ego.”
“No,” the dragon-man gasped. “You won’t dare.”
The mage responded by cutting an ugly scar and throwing the mess down. The canvas landed face down, the paints leaking into the blood and saltwater.
“How DARE YOU,” the dragon-man roared, turning his attention on the impetuous caster. “VOCIFER VOX WILL RIP YOU IN PIECES. VOCIFER VOX WILL TEAR YOU APART IN NO TIME.”
“Time?” The man forced a smile. “You gave me all the time I needed.”
Then Vocifer knew. He turned around. Nyctitus had been dragged off, leaving only a trail of glass and blood for his troubles. Vocifer turned back, hoping that he could at least axe the mage. However, the mage was gone too – a stink of conjuration left in his place. Vocifer had been tricked. Hornswoggled! He nearly broke his axe over his knee in frustration.
--
RIGHT NOW
Vocifer Vox trudged back to the makeshift office of Judas. Her first head was taking a fashionable drag out of a cigarette. The second head was chewing on a plug. The third head, however, was in some sort of trance, eyes vacant, horns halo’d.
“Yes, yes.” A pause, nod. “I understand.” Another pause. “I will tell him.”
Some facsimile of focus returned to her eyes and the head turned towards the dragon-man. “Vocifer, you did such a good job,” she praised mockingly. “Tiamat is pleased with your performance.”
“Vocifer Vox would like to remind you that the alliance is only temporary. Vocifer Vox will get out one day.” He paused. Then screamed. “AND TRIUMPH OVER THE FALSE GODS ONCE AGAIN.”
“Your energy is admirable,” the fourth head smirked. The fifth head spat at a kobold and continued. “I hope you have enough. Tiamat requires another task of you.”
“Vocifer Vox is curious.”
“Oh you know,” she lazily waved. A kobold came with a steaming cup of tea. “The gem?”
It took all of Vocifer’s willpower not to say oh shit. “…Yes?”
“It is so interesting. I want it,” her third head stated matter-of-factly. A trembling kobold replaced her burnt-out cigarette. “And I can’t even see it.”
“Wait, the gem?” The dragon-man sputtered. “From the unicorn? He’ll tear me in half. Vocifer Vox might be good as dead.”
“How uncharacteristically cowardly of you,” the second head sneered, tobacco juice dripped between her teeth. “Aren’t you always putting yourself in life or death situations?”
“…Vocifer Vox sees your point.”
--
1) Blang gang got to the dragon “masterpieces” first.
2) Blang gang hostaged the “masterpieces” as a distraction to take away Nyc.
3) Vocifer is tasked to steal the antimagic gem from Vanth.