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    Re: Fresh From the Crypt

    Post by Fear on Fri Jan 10, 2014 8:14 pm

    "Bah, you're no fun, K.A.R.R.," Judge Fear snorted. Any mortal would have surely shrieked in terror but not this haughty automobile. Of course not, because science. The Dark Judge thought no more of it and merely let K.A.R.R. drive off without much care. Once they finished with the third house they could go back to the farm and better assess their wares; something that the ghoul could actually take enjoyment out of. The sooner, the better. "Your paneling will be fine, K.A.R.R.; the technicians can be approached about their methods the next we visit." Goody...

    Ah, but what was this?

    Upon reaching their third destination and finally studying it with their own eyes (or optics), they could arrive to a logical conclusion: this was absolutely not a stereotypical farmhouse. This was, rather, a bastion for - "Death cultists," Judge Fear pointed out. He sounded quite eager and was no doubt recalling some fond memories with like-minded worshipers. These mortals could be used to their advantage if played right! All the signs were there: a dilapidated hideout suitable for occult practices; questionable fluids used for dark, nefarious purposes; and, the real prize for this evening, a whole selection of corrosive and noxious chemicals just waiting to be seized. It was a dream come true, however... However, Judge Fear knew better than to go stupidly barging in and he assessed K.A.R.R.'s CRT monitors for critical clues. Hmm, the use of skulls and other such garish ornaments to symbolize their intimacy with death... This could work very nicely in their favour should the Dark Judge prove successful. "Why take them out when we can enthrall them?" the ghoul suggested.

    Think about it long and hard with that multi-million dollar processor of yours. Who was currently your driver and what did he share in common with these chanting doomspeakers? Judge Fear patted K.A.R.R.'s dash to make a pest of himself and went on to say, "There is nothing a good psychic manipulation cannot accomplish. If I manage to beguile these sinners into my control and corrupt them into doing our bidding, we will no longer have to steal necessary items in the dead of night." Granted, the ghoul will ultimately whisk the mortals into the next life once he no longer had a use for them, but that was further down the road and needn't be concerned with at this moment.

    "What say you, K.A.R.R.? Shall you unleash me upon the sinners to purge them of their wickedness and do things the hard way? Or shall you agree to my reasoning and allow me to capture suitable peons for our noble cause?" Either way, the Dark Judge was not fussed. He was simply wishing to get on with their goals and get a bit of fun out of it for the evening.
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    Re: Fresh From the Crypt

    Post by K.A.R.R. on Fri Jan 10, 2014 8:57 pm

    Fun was not exactly part of KARR's namesake to begin with. Oh yes, fooling around was all well and good if one was a simplistic and distracted human, but the AI had better things to do than pull pranks and gross out his partner. As for his paneling, they certainly could bring it to the Technician's attention, but that would be after the fact of their chemical heist. "Perhaps so, but in the meantime seeing as how we are far away from the city I would prefer that we remain careful." He replied calmly.

    However, given the ghoul's statement regarding the property and the individuals inside, it appeared he was more giddy to meet them. And not in the way of slaughtering them all in one fell swoop. "You know of these rituals?" KARR stated, more in surprise than any true question. If the Dark Judge was right about what he said, they could certainly use the extra hands to gather their materials, and perhaps act as an extra set of eyes and ears. However, the AI remained silent as a decrepit hand patted his dashboard, going on to explain how they were going to gain these five cultists to their agenda. "...Very well, but given what I see on my surveillance your idea may be a pretty large if. Especially if they are not as manageable as you claim them to be. I will remain outside during your negotiations, but should anything go wrong, they will have to be silenced." KARR stated reluctantly after a moment of thought. They could not have just anyone running around knowing of their whereabouts and their existence.

    Again the AI activated his silent mode, creeping up the long driveway until they drew close to the house's front porch before turning about and quietly moving towards the back. At their closer look of the decrepit building, they could see past a few of the blinding curtains and to the dusty interior. From the looks of things the place had been trashed and left to rot, furniture toppled over along with various baubles and china scattered and shattered upon the wooden floor. For all the damage done to the house however, it appeared that whatever or whoever had caused it done so years ago. The Trans-Am kept to the shadows as stayed close to the back of the house, windows tinting black to obscure any internal lighting that may draw attention from a cult member. "You will have to travel the rest of the way on foot, any further and our presence may be noticed." KARR stated, the driver's door opening with a quiet hiss of hydraulics.

    Regardless, his scanners would be kept locked on the barn and whatever went inside during the ghoul's work.
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    Re: Fresh From the Crypt

    Post by Fear on Fri Jan 10, 2014 9:31 pm

    Fun was to K.A.R.R. as careful was to Judge Fear. In layman's terms, don't be ridiculous!

    "My brothers and I have seen and orchestrated many rituals," the ghoul explained, well-versed in the occult. "And through them my brothers and I have subjugated many a willing vassal. If these cultists are anything like the ones we had encountered back upon one variant of Earth, then these mortals will be of little to no difficulty." In theory, of course. The Dark Judge was confident to believe that if it walked like a duck, looked like a duck, and quacked like a duck... Well, one can only imagine. K.A.R.R. was wise in that it wanted to remain a safe distance away, which the ghoul could not blame. Sinners who worshiped death could be quite unpredictable, after all.

    Once the vehicle eased itself into a dark overhang where it was obscured from view, Judge Fear let himself out and paused to survey his immediate surroundings. It was chilly tonight and no breath escaped his helm. "I will be back," he stated, quietly shutting the door. No reason to ruin the element of surprise. "Should I require assistance in case this approach fails, I expect you to crush these miserable sinners beneath your wheels with extreme prejudice." Take no prisoners and leave no one behind. All must die. Their parting was over and done with leaving nothing more to be said, and the Dark Judge headed toward the barn with but one thing on his mind: domination. And, if that failed, his all-time favourite death.

    He removed the bolt upon the barn's door and nonchalantly let himself in, Judge Fear interrupting the cultists' ritual without much concern for their customs. "Greetings sinners," he hissed, staring at them all with burning embers aglow. "I have come to judge you."

    But first... the ghoul wanted to see if these eerily-dressed mortals were willing to stall the inevitable for a chance of righteous servitude.
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    Re: Fresh From the Crypt

    Post by Universal NPC on Fri Jan 10, 2014 10:39 pm

    Droning chants echoed about the barn, each of the participants well into their ritual. Slowly they swayed with the tune of their words, eyes fluttering and rolling back to display their milky whites beneath the shade of ghoulish masks. Decay and fermented bodily fluids permeated the air in a sickly sweet stench, only made more pungent by the various herbs and incense that burned in small metal dishes above in the loft. The AI's scanners did not lie, as the four cultists chanted and praised, entranced in their ritual.

    "Ashalma see..." Came a graveled hiss from the head cultist, their priest and shepherd in what gruesome activities they set out upon. An aged ram's skull covered his face, adorned with curling horns that had been carved with intricate designs. "See as'ka! Shee'lell see as'ka!" He chanted, bony fingers emerging from his robes as they were raised over the shrouded corpse. His skin was cracked and bleeding from the cold air, though there were signs of decay upon his fingertips from whatever substances they came in contact with, tainting them shades of sickly greens and blacks. His knuckles cracked and groaned as they clenched over the stained sheet, slowly pulling it away to reveal the corpse beneath, her skin stretched taught over bone and muscle, lips pulled back in a rictus grin of blackened teeth. What hair she had left frayed and stuck out from her skull like wires of burned bronze.

    In their trance the rest of the cultists echoed the hissed words with zeal, their chants seeming to orginate from all around, nearly drowning out the softer, otherworldly chanting of their leader. "As'amall a'ssee akall. See Shee'lell akatar senessh as'amall as'ka..." Gnarled hands reached down to the side of his robes, a belt cinched about his waist with colored bottles hanging down from leather straps. A single bottle was retrieved, green glass reflecting the luminous candle light as an acrid fluid sloshed within. With his free hand, the priest raised it to his mouth, blackened lips pulled back to reveal sharp, yellowed teeth glistening beneath his mask of bone. He quickly bit down upon the palm of his hand, crimson beading from decrepit flesh as he brought it away from his mouth.

    "As'ka see Shee'lell!" He chanted, smearing the blood down the corpse's face before squeezing it into her mouth with a clenching of his fist. "As'amall seenshe akatar senell. Semnesh see'een!" The barn went into a howl at his words, arms raising and grasping at the air like claws. Unlike the priest of their gathering however, the skin of the cultists did not seem to hold blemishes or disease. The priest clucked his tongue against his teeth in a silent muttering uncorking the bottle and breathing in its fumes. His head rolled back and arms reached wide for a few moments, as if possessed before he brought his bloodied hand over the bottle and squeezed some drops into it as well.

    "As'ka see Shee'lell!"

    The bottle's contents hissed with the added life fluids, bubbling before turning black.

    "As'ka see She'lell!"

    He raised the bottle over the corpse, the swaying movements of his cultists growing faster, the chanting intensifying until it was an overwhelming drone of sound. Their bodies shook and the bleached faces of their skull masks pointed upwards to the ceiling of the barn.

    "As'ka see-"

    Iskeen'essh! wrote:"Greetings sinners,"

    Who dared to interrupt their sacred ritual?! The priest paused in his movements, the chanting quickly dying down as the penetrating hiss of their intruder fell upon their ears. Immediately the cultists turned in a cacophony of outraged screeching, daggers drawn from their robes. However, the priest did not seem to act so rashly, lowering his bottle and looking over the Dark Judge beyond the darkness of the skull's eyes sockets.

    "... Lower your weapons, my children." He gently commanded, spreading his slit palm and lowering it. With his movements the cultists did the same with their daggers, moving aside as he placed the bottle down upon the wooden altar and moved around it to approach their visitor. How strange, he walked as if living, talked fluently like the living, but the aura this creature gave... Without warning the priest took Judge Fear's arm in his hands, looking over both uniform and hastily mended fingers alike. The smell denoted extensive decay, and the flesh that he could see through the tears in his greenish skin denoted there could not be any other possibility.

    "We have a brother in death among us, one who has passed through Semnesh's eye and returned." He stated to the cultists, raising the Dark Judge's ghoulish hand. His statement was met with wondrous muttering, curious but staying their distance as they watched their priest speak with this miracle of death. The priest turned around to face their visitor once more, bowing his head as he released the decrepit limb. "Blessed one, Shee'lell astall, what brings you to our humble gathering?" He asked, voice soft to the point where it was nearly a whisper.
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    Re: Fresh From the Crypt

    Post by K.A.R.R. on Fri Jan 10, 2014 11:01 pm

    He had encountered them before, then. That brought the AI's odds for whether or not this subjugation would be successful up a few percentiles, but as he surveyed what went on inside he could not help but wonder if he had ever dealt with this variety before. "If you are confident that you are able to properly negotiate with these... Death Cultists, I can only conclude that it is right for you to go in there and deal with them." He stated as the ghoul left his cabin. The door closing with a silent click, KARR went ahead and locked himself down. Just in case there were any other cultists lingering around that managed to escape his surveillance, of course.

    Before the ghoul walked off however, there was the inevitable promise that he may be needed as reinforcements should his attempts go awry. "Affirmative." KARR agreed quietly, staying still as his driver strode off to the barn. The cold gave little to impede their task, as it appeared even on frozen ground the ghoul's feet were silent. Then again from what the AI could hear from the barn, he doubted that very much could be detected through the wall of droning chants that echoed from within.

    Vigilantly he kept his scanners on the structure, watching as Judge Fear entered with a hiss of greeting. Surprisingly it appeared that the cultists were not so welcome to interruptions to their meeting, and whatever their leader was going to do with that corpse on the table. The car nearly lurched forward at the outraged screeching of the cultists within, assuming the worst to occur from the Dark Judge's meddling. However, he made himself pause as the priest came forward, inspecting the ghoul before speaking his approval of their visitor. The sense of false alarm having passed, KARR lingered back into the shadows of the house, only the pacing glow of his scanner visible as he silently observed the barn's activity.
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    Re: Fresh From the Crypt

    Post by Fear on Sat Jan 11, 2014 12:57 am

    What a lovely little shrine to death this was! Yes, these mortals shall make for useful tools once the Dark Judge had them wrapped around his bony, rotten finger. There was nothing to be defensive of, not outright, even when the lesser cultists thought to raise up their daggers in protest. Judge Fear hardly gave them his attention and ignored their threats. Instead, he found it much more worthwhile to direct his focus on the apparent leader of this cult - a wretched husk of a man who thought to wear a ram's skull as if it were an ornate crown. Cultists were always such a flowery bunch, if not a tad infatuated with lunacy.

    Cult Leader wrote:"We have a brother in death among us, one who has passed through Semnesh's eye and returned."
    The ghoul doubted, and heavily so, that this Semnesh truly existed but stating such a thing would only sour business negotiations. No, the Dark Judge was going to play it smart. Glancing down at the man with ethereal embers blazing bright, Judge Fear reached forth to take a dagger from one of the cultists and subsequently thrust its blade into his chest. Squealch! The effect was as predicted; a horrid corpse smell filled the air and putrid ooze, dark green and twice vile, dripped from the fresh wound. Hardly feeling a thing and retrieving the dagger as if it were nothing more than a splinter, Judge Fear tossed the weapon aside without a care and loudly hissed. "Your chambers smell of death and all its pure trappings." Do you not hear the Dark Judge's voice rattle through your bones? Do you not feel his just purpose course through your veins and squeeze the sinful life out from your very breath?

    Judge Fear allowed his lawful person to be touched but not without an equal price. "I am here because your desires to become one with death have summoned me," he told the cult leader. The Dark Judge gazed all around and steadily filled the room with a suffocating aura, his psychic presence easing its way into any living thing that would accept death above all else. To an iniquitous person who clung to their wickedness, they may cower before such a malevolent force and run. But to these cultists who wished to remain virtuous... they will embrace the ghoul's spirit and fall to their knees demanding bliss. The crossing over will not take long.

    "Tell me of your gathering. Tell me what you hope to accomplish by congregating out in the heartlands when life runs rampant in the city due north." Tell an agent of death, sinners, so that he may purge the world of depravity.
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    Re: Fresh From the Crypt

    Post by Universal NPC on Sat Jan 11, 2014 1:29 am

    Such potency, such strength in his blessing! The priest of death watched in awe as the undead shoved one of their own daggers into his chest, a sickly pus-like substance dripping forth and down the front of his garb. Such a stench would have turned away those who were weaker, but the man's pupils only dilated, black pits against a sickly yellow sclera.

    "You are pleased with our temple of rebirth? An honor for your presence to grace us indeed." The priest hissed, dipping his head in a small, respectful bow as he backed away from the ghoul. Perhaps he would be so kind as to bear witness to the revival and blessing of a fellow sister? Ah, but it appeared he was attracted by their devoutness, their desire to pass through Semnesh's eye and become one with her cause, her unending wisdom in the void.

    But what was this? It appeared he was curious about why they chose to revere and praise their goddess away from the city. "We deal with those who are curious of our purpose, teach them the wisdom of our mother Semnesh. As she has taught us, all will wander to her seeking enlightenment in time. They merely must make the journey. To praise her in a place that holds so much life would be distracting of our cause, and it is not the heart of where we must be. To embrace pure death, one must be in a place of pure, uncorrupted life." He calmly whispered, palms laid out before him as he explained. "Our sister Elizabeth had decided to make the final step in her journey towards unending understanding, we are merely aiding her in the journey to seek the mother's eye."

    He turned back to the body, a sigh laced with pestilence escaping his blackened mouth. "She is close, I can sense the distance between her and the eye closing, she needs but one more push forward and she will pass through to be gazed upon." He hissed, holding up the bottle of black fluid for the blessed one to see. "It would be an honor if you, as a Shee'lell astal, would aid in her favor for Semnesh. If you find her worthy as well." He added hopefully, turning to the helmeted ghoul and arcing his arm out invitingly for him to take assessment of the woman's corpse upon the altar.
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    Re: Fresh From the Crypt

    Post by Fear on Sat Jan 11, 2014 2:11 am

    Rebirth, was it? The Dark Judge had no interest in helping rekindle life and he soon became dismayed that these "death" cultists were pursuing a most offensive goal. Perhaps the ghoul was too quick to assume, however. The cult's leader had spoken of embracing pure death, a more suitable path, and Judge Fear stayed his hand. "I will assess her corpse," he ultimately agreed. Nothing more, nothing less.

    At the alter and now before what was once known as Elizabeth, the Dark Judge gazed down upon her and began his methodical judgement of the remains. Her skin... ah, her skin. It was much too taut, too past its prime. The meat had all but deteriorated from the bone and this would not serve for a strong, capable host. Already this body had lost its ripeness and, thus, would be of little use to one such as he. That said, this woman - Elizabeth - was now in the comfort of the grave and could sin no more. Judge Fear saw little reason to trouble the dead further and he stepped away from the alter, satisfied. That had all been rather lackluster, though, don't you think? Turning upon his heel with a soft flutter of his cape, the Dark Judge flexed his talons and decided to give these mortals a small... show.

    "If it is a blessing of death you desire then it is a blessing you shall receive," the undead lawman hissed.

    Vapour seeped out from the ghoul's blackened helm, the wispy tendrils thick with decay and painted in a sickening olive, as they churned into an amorphous cloud before the cultists. Soon a figure emerged from the nauseating vortex and a familiar took shape within undulating folds, a pair of claws fastened upon emaciated arms reaching out. It was none other than the Dark Judge himself, his helm and burning eyes now visible in the asphyxiating fog, and he silently glided over to Elizabeth's body.

    From there they became one, the ghoul merging with the corpse, and his previous body slumped to its knees motionless. The helm was dark without its owner.

    Silence reigned supreme for several minutes and nothing stirred for what felt to be the longest time. Finally, however, after the fifth minute had ran its course the vapours returned and once more the barn adopted a toxic air. Spirit and body united and the Dark Judge's helm simmered to unlife as the ghoul rose to his feet, unhindered. "Your sister is a remarkable example of righteousness," he hissed, pleased. "If only more sinners could obtain her level of enlightenment and follow within her footsteps." Judge Fear was, of course, speaking of Elizabeth's desire to end her sinful life and embrace death at its fullest.

    He had no real clue what these cultists truly craved from the void.
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    Re: Fresh From the Crypt

    Post by K.A.R.R. on Sat Jan 11, 2014 2:59 am

    "...What is he doing in there?" The AI wondered to himself. From the looks of the scene within the barn not much had transpired since the rest of the cultists had been pacified by their leader... Who now that the AI scanned him further, appeared to have multiple illnesses and infections upon his person. Jaundice, gangrene and severe gingivitis among many others. In fact, it may just be what made the man so devout in his practices, now that he analyzed the accumulated data, most of his ailments had grown so horrid that they impaired his mind.

    Regardless, KARR's attention was further focused on Judge Fear as he attempted to mingle with the priest and their rituals. However, he could not help but notice that their message seemed to clash with what the Dark Judge more than likely had in mind for the Death Cultists. If he and his brothers had gotten along well enough with the cultists from their old world, it would be likely assumed that they were out for the same means as the Dark Judges, to eradicate the living for their sinful natures.

    These cultists on the other hand seemed rather passive in comparison.

    Interested in enlightenment and rebirth through death, uninterested in eradicating all who were not for their cause. His curiosity piqued as the ghoul suddenly went limp for a long several minutes, the undead's status hard to pinpoint given his lack of vitals to begin with. His vaporous form escaped his surveillance mode, devoid of chemicals that could be detected or seen within any spectrum. Only when he returned to his body and spoke once more did the AI figure what he was doing, but his tone seemed to hint that not all was going to plan.

    "He has no idea what's going on." KARR quietly concluded, systems ready in case this ad-lib managed to land the ghoul in trouble.
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    Re: Fresh From the Crypt

    Post by Universal NPC on Sat Jan 11, 2014 3:49 am

    How intriguing, and yet unique to a blessed such as their visitor. Alongside the Shee'lell astal the priest walked, the vial clutched close and ready as he awaited the undead's assessment of their soon to be blessed. A mist escaped his grated helm and wafted over to their sister's body, merging with it for a long five minutes before he withdrew to his original body. He clutched the bottle expectantly, sickly eyes wide in anticipation as the ghoul rose to his full height once more. According to him the woman had been deemed worthy, a culmination of joyous exclamations resounding from the rest of the cultists that had gathered.

    "Askal'neen Semnesh!" He crowed happily, uncorking the bottle with an excited mutter and drizzling its contents across the body from head to toe. Soon after, the bottle was tossed aside, glass shattering upon hitting the barn's wooden walls. His hands hovered over the body and quaked violently, unintelligible chatter and tongue clicking resonating from within his ram skull mask until all at once... It grew silent.

    For a few long minutes they waited, the priest's hands still stuck out over the body as if channeling something. However, despite their patience and expecting stares, the body remained still and unchanged, save for a dull hiss that emanated from its rotting flesh as the chemicals began to eat away at it.

    "..." The priest finally lowered his hands after some time, a raspy, defeated sigh escaping his throat. "It has been the fourth full moon, the eve of Semnesh's eye, and with it the fourth time our sister Elizabeth has failed to seek favor from our mother despite her righteous enlightenment."

    One of the cultists looked around, upon her head an ox's skull sat proudly, obscuring her pale face. "Perhaps she is not meant to receive her blessing, Herentall." She suggested, her voice barely above a whisper. "Even with the favor of a blessed one, her judgement may say otherwise."

    "I'm not so sure." Another said, his voice graveled from years of indulgence with tobacco. Covering his face was the skull of a sheep, cracked and missing a few teeth from it's bleached form. While his robes were dark and able of hiding much of his form, there was nothing that could slim down the paunch that bowed out the front. "This guy seems a bit different from the other priest, don't you think? I don't remember the whole thing about Semnesh being for peaceful enlightenment the last time I went to a sermon."

    At that the cultists went into a quiet murmur, huddling together and occasionally looking over at the priest and undead judge. However, he did not seem interested in their whispering, instead tapping a finger to his skull's bleached forehead in thought.

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    Within the basement of the house however something stirred. Irritated mutters rasped through the darkness, a ruffle of blankets tossed aside and the sounds of clothing being hastily climbed into. With a few more hushed grumbles the basement's sole occupant managed to retrieve and ignite a lighter, illuminating his eyes in a manner most ghastly. The rest of his face was obscured by a bandanna adorned with the grinning white teeth of a skull embroidered onto the cloth and with a flip of his wrist, a black hood.

    Climbing up the stairs of the basement, he shuffled a hand about the pockets of his robes before pulling out a set of keys, unlocking the heavy doors and shoving them aside. Cold darkness greeted him as he stepped out into the chilled night air, kicking the door closed and making his way towards the barn.
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    Re: Fresh From the Crypt

    Post by Fear on Sat Jan 11, 2014 4:35 am

    No, it was true that the Dark Judge wasn't knowledgeable with this particular ritual but he hardly thought that mattered. Elizabeth, poor dear, would not be arising from the grave on this night and no one should have expected differently. Cultists, Judge Fear thought to himself. They were never rational when it came to the obvious. Perhaps they needed a more experienced hand to guide them? "Your sister was worthy," he hissed, cutting the musings short. "It just so happens, however, that your mother no longer sees it fit to continue on the path toward peace." What a tangled web we all weave... Judge Fear stepped out from everyone's peripherals and gestured with a sickly talon for all eyes to center upon him. What he had to say next was very important.

    "Your mother's agenda has changed; evolved," the ghoul continued. He made sure that everyone within this barn did not wilt before his otherworldly gaze. "Semnesh is quite angry with this world and she wishes for you, her devoted children, to realize that a war rages beyond these walls. Those who dwell in the city, the sinners who commit wicked act upon wicked act each and every day, mock Semnesh and her blessed ways. She has had enough and, in her divine wisdom, has unleashed me upon the world to enlist her faithful. It is not fortune but destiny that has intertwined our paths together." An extravagant lie, the Dark Judge knew. However, given that the priest was crazed and his followers were aware of his failing health, those with half a brain in their skulls would find Judge Fear's words far more convincing and easier to swallow. After all, was he not an undead ghoul capable of immortality and entering a spirit form?

    What powers did the old man have, if any?

    The ghoul returned to wooden altar and moved to stand behind it, adding, "I can bring sweet Elizabeth back from the grave not as a placid follower but as a warrior - a champion in Semnesh's name herself! All I require, children, is that you place absolute faith in my words and follow my instructions exactly as I recite them to you. There will be blessings for everyone on this night and, through me, eternal salvation." See? You weren't the only one who could fabricate an elaborate story, Death.

    Krik!

    ...Wait, what was that? Judge Fear ended his invigourating sermon abruptly and sharply looked to the left. He had heard a noise out there, but from what? Had K.A.R.R. been getting restless? The ghoul rested his hand upon a mantrap and suddenly felt on edge. "Tell me, priest of Semnesh... are we truly alone out here?" the ghoul inquired.
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    Re: Fresh From the Crypt

    Post by K.A.R.R. on Sat Jan 11, 2014 4:50 am

    Alas, the ghoul's partner in justice had not grown restless, though even if he did there would not be as much noise as this newcomer was producing. A blip registered on the AI's surveillance mode, near the basement and advancing forward towards the barn. Damn, they should have looked through the basement first, given it's strange properties.

    Keeping his scanners on the robed and hooded man, the AI scanned over his form thoroughly. After but a few moments of examining their unplanned sixth cult member, he already found them rather intriguing. Instead of a fetish upon his belt there was a pistol, fully loaded, underneath his plentiful robes a suit of body armor. But for what purpose? This gathering was one of peace, was it not? Immediately he turned his attention back to the barn, listening through the quiet chatter of the cultists, it was soon learned that not all was as it seemed.

    Although that appeared to be evident enough as is.

    Keeping his silent mode active, KARR crept around behind the mystery cultist as they neared the door. A few electronic trills within his cabin and the glow of a few of his dashboard lights heralded the charging of his laser pack. Already his systems were primed to fire should they make a wrong move. However, it was relieving to hear that the AI was not the only one who had heard the man's moving about. From what he detected and scanned from within the barn, his driver grew anxious as well.
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    Re: Fresh From the Crypt

    Post by Universal NPC on Sat Jan 11, 2014 5:28 am

    Uninterested in peace? The cultists turned about, leaving their gossip to waste upon the wind at this new development. How did this figure know about the will of Semnesh? Had she bestowed a message upon him as well as enlightenment? In complete silence they listened and pondered, the more the undead spoke, the more sense he managed to make. Why wouldn't their mother feel hatred towards the living, their ignorance brought nothing but pain and suffering to all! At once a few of the cult members nodded in agreement, the man who wore a sheep's skull upon his head speaking up as the ghoul finished his speech.

    "Yeah, that sounds more like what the last priest was talking about!" He exclaimed, palms outstretched towards the caped lawman. "None of that peace crap like the other guy. Actually who put him in charge of preaching to us anyway?"

    "Well, the last guy does not seem to be coming back, we should have him preach to us. A blessed must know more about what Semnesh wants than that old guy." Another offered, upon her head a sheep's skull sat as well, though more intact than the man's. At this realization the cultists nodded and muttered agreeably among themselves before looking back to the uniformed undead. At once they began to chant, a ritual most likely to swear in the ghoul as their new priest. Slowly it grew louder and more joyous until suddenly-

    BAM!

    Both of the barn doors swung open violently, smashing into the opposing walls with a crash heavy enough to send splinters flying from the aged and rotting wood. Standing in the doorway, illuminated by the candlelight looked nearly like a mass of black cloth, save for the reflection of fire within his dark eyes and the contrast of embroidered bone that covered his face. Silently he looked over the culmination, the once joyous chants shakily descending back into a whisper and finally silence as he glared upon them all from the darkness of his hood.

    "There will be no new priests." He snarled, slowly stalking into the barn. Unlike the rest of the cultists his robes were adorned with no added embroidery, not a single design breaking the stark blackness of his attire. "Especially none that claim to be blessed by the will of Samne'esh." At that he shot a stabbing glare at the decrepit looking cult leader. Disgust simmered within his stare as he gave an irritated grumble from behind his bandanna, what sort of priest did he allow preach to his followers that could not even get the name right? Fools, all of them.

    He looked over the Dark Judge critically, the silence heavy and cold as he circled. Every so often a hand would pluck as his attire, measuring the weight and quality of his cape, running over the smooth leather of his uniform. Upon looking at the ghoul's badge he gave a sneer and flicked it with his fingers, which were far more healthy looking than his counterpart. He turned to the cultists at the end of his assessment, allowing his hands to retreat back into his sleeves as he addressed the group with an unimpressed stare. "What blessed of ours returns in such mockery of our mother? Have you not seen him, branded as Fear. We have not invited nor initiated such a person, and even than Samne'esh would not send them back to us looking like this." He hissed judgmentally. No, a true blessed of Samne'esh would be wearing far more fitting attire, armor, weaponry... This one seemed to have lost half of his armor on the way here and made up for it with some suit he found along the way here. He did not even have any shoes for Mother's sake!

    "You are no blessed I have ever encountered." He stated harshly, turning about quickly enough that his robes snapped in the chilled air. "Who are you, state your true identity."
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    Re: Fresh From the Crypt

    Post by Fear on Sat Jan 11, 2014 6:06 am

    Of course there would be a snag. There was always a snag concerning one's plans.

    Judge Fear nearly had these gullible cultists by their noses when a gruff mortal came barging through the establishment as if he owned the place. Given that this man carried his weight just as he did his authority, this could very well be true. Enough about useless tidbits, however. The Dark Judge was not one to have his uniform fiddled with so crudely and it took all of the ghoul's willpower not to smite the man where he stood. Tempting, incredibly. No one disrespected the badge. "And are you one to assume that the dead are to come waltzing back to the living with open arms, all dressed in their fine Sunday gowns and covered in roses?" Judge Fear openly answered back. He dismissed the man's tirade as little more than wasteful sputtering. "You ask far too much of the dead, sinner. It is not as glorious as one may think." Fairly nasty and sometimes bothersome, actually.

    Ah, but details that no living man would ever be privy to. The Dark Judge used to this to his advantage and he effortlessly turned the tables in his favour. "Quick to judge and quick to anger; such qualities are not befitting of a leader," the ghoul evenly countered. A grave taught much of patience. "Between life and death lies immortality, a gift I have achieved through the means of an unshakeable oath. Why are you not blessed with such a gift, sinner?" Indeed, why couldn't you withstand all mortal wounds and melt into an incorporeal spirit?

    "The answer is because you have not passed the test," Judge Fear hissed, his voice ringing between everyone's ears. "You are still weak - alive. Even now your flesh imprisons you into worldly damnation. Never will you achieve enlightenment so long as you covet your sinful form." You wanted his identity, mortal? Then you shall have it! "I am the embodiment of fear, a powerful weapon that requires no material possession known to the living. Through me is the path to righteousness; a step towards Providence and virtue. You think my uniform garish?" The Dark Judge loudly growled and dismissed the man's claim with a festering hand. "I think your soul impure and without redemption. I have my blessing, sinner, and you do not. The answer is already stated before those who have sight beyond that which is obvious."

    Doubt. Ah, such a useful tool when accompanied by fear... Doubt this man, mortals. Doubt him and his claims. What powers has he performed in front of your eyes? What miracles? What wonders?

    Nothing!

    The Dark Judge left the cultists to reflect upon his words before he issued one last challenge. "Your god wishes to test your resolve, sinner. Come! Stand before me and gaze," Judge Fear beckoned. He reached up with a sickly finger and carefully pulled back the grating of his helm, an eternal void staring out into the barn.

    "Come..." he hissed again, voice disembodied as it resonated throughout the enter chamber. "Gaze into the face of Fear and receive your judgement."
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    Re: Fresh From the Crypt

    Post by K.A.R.R. on Sat Jan 11, 2014 6:51 pm

    Still following behind the human in dark robes, the AI watched as the barn doors were flung open with a violent crash. Any and all rejoice from earlier had diminished into stark silence, the Dark Judge's words lost in trepidation as this new priest joined them. Adrenaline rising and stress thick as tar in his words, it was obvious that this part of their errand had grown sour, but could it be salvaged?

    Despite the judgmental nature of the priest, it appeared his driver still had a few tricks up his decaying sleeves. KARR crept closer, his tires stopping as he eased into the doorway, so long as the majority of eyes were focused on the spat between Judge Fear and the leader of this cult of... Samne'esh, there was little for him to worry about in regards of being noticed. At least for the time being. Howevr, it appeared that the stakes would be escalated again as the Dark Judge presented a challenge, demanding what the ritualist knew of undeath given he was hardly 'blessed' himself.

    The finally the climatic blow was drawn, the ghoul's helm opening slowly to reveal what lay within to the priest. Dare he look inside?

    Regardless, the AI could not stay silent to his partner for much longer. "Judge Fear, use caution. He is armed." KARR advised quietly. If they had commlinks like the copy and his driver, this would be far easier and subtle....

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