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    Re: Fresh From the Crypt

    Post by Universal NPC on Tue Jan 28, 2014 12:26 am

    Again with the pitchfork? This stupid excuse for an undead must believe it is dealing with filth. Foolish creature, even as they fought the serum only aided the Lich's wrath. Nerves burned away by the searing flames, he could hardly notice the pitchfork as it had slammed into his chest. Oh, his innards certainly felt pinched, but that was hardly a concern for one such as he.

    The Lich lashed out and clawed at the ghoul's helm, shrieking as it was slammed to the frozen ground with a dull thud. Hissing angrily, he grappled with the tined instrument before it finally was ripped forth from his body once more, its edges trailing up and over his eyes. Hah! They thought to blind him?  Samne'esh had blessed him with eternal sight, no living tissue remained of his eyes, only ethereal, burning flames within bony eye sockets. However, he dared not find out if his brain was just as eternal, ducking his head away from the pointed ends of the pitchfork as it came stabbing down on him.

    "HHHaaaaauuugh!" It would take more than that to keep him down. Grabbing at the undead's ankles once more, it attempted to drag him down a few pegs... by toppling his body onto the Lich's own burning pyre.

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    Immolation: Lich suffers 2 die of burn damage per turn for three turns.

    Burn With Me: The Lich pulls Judge Fear onto himself in an attempt to burn him, 2d/2c if both HIT Judge Fear sustains full damage, if only one HIT he sustains half damage.


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    Re: Fresh From the Crypt

    Post by System on Tue Jan 28, 2014 12:26 am

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    Re: Fresh From the Crypt

    Post by Fear on Tue Jan 28, 2014 1:13 am

    ...How? How!?

    Beyond consumed with rage and disbelief, the Dark Judge threw up his hands and loudly began to protest at the absurdity happening right before his very eyes. "This world is nothing more than a derisive paradox - a personal hell!" did he angrily cry. Forget about the pitchfork, forget about his brothers; Portal Breach was madness incarnate and he was reduced to nothing more than a mere jester! Needless to say the ghoul was still fuming and he pointed an irate finger at his mechanical cohort. "It will not be so simple, K.A.R.R.," Judge Fear replied with a low growled. "You know as well as I do that this world will vehemently resist all forms of reasonable logic." Like missing one's target when it was only a few feet away, for example. What particularly stung was that the lich, of all things, had seemingly no trouble in landing a hit against the Dark Judge. Wretched sod...

    The smell of a different burning corpse infiltrated its way into the ghoul's helm and Judge Fear immediately snapped to his faculties. Fire? Fire on his person? Unacceptable! He kicked away the lich's greedy claws and knew better than to let the embers spread, thrusting his scorched appendage ankle-deep into the snow. No animated corpse was a fan of unchecked fire, lest they wish to play with their very own ashes while waiting for the wind to carry them off. Judge Fire was naturally the only exception to this universal rule.

    Him and his stupid trident.

    No longer in the mood to keep this going and by far ready to get on with his unlife, Judge Fear grunted and gestured for K.A.R.R. to open its boot. A pity he had to waste yet more precious resources in ridding themselves of the lich, but it was necessary work and therefore the ghoul could not justly complain. There was some good news, however! Although the kerosene had already been spent and was currently burning itself away, the Dark Judge had picked up a hearty bag of agricultural-grade fertilizer from earlier. He tore a hole through the packaging and grabbed two generous handfuls of the mix, no longer giving two liquid stomms. "Back away," the ghoul hissed at K.A.R.R., giving fair warning. That was all that was given as Judge Fear casually tossed the fertilizer onto their flaming adversary, idly wondering - for a split second at best - if this was actually a good idea.

    Well, the Dark Judge thought, this beats limbo 10 - 1 and he honestly didn't feel too threatened. Whatever happens will happen, with Judge Fear certain that the resulting explosion will be nothing short of glorious.

    ...Assuming Portal Breach actually got off its sorry buttocks and gave an wholehearted damn, that was. Cheers!




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    Action: Ammonium Nitrate + Kerosene = (Hopefully) One Dead Lich
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    Re: Fresh From the Crypt

    Post by K.A.R.R. on Tue Jan 28, 2014 1:57 am

    A personal hell, hm? "Indeed." Was all the AI had to say in response to his driver's outburst. "I believe human culture has a term for this circumstance, Murphy's Law, as it goes." Anything bad that can happen, will happen. And this priest was beginning to become more and more of an embodiment of this rule the longer they stayed in contact with him. Much in the way of how it had decided to try and immolate the Dark Judge by pulling on his ankle.

    Steam hissed from the burnt flesh as KARR's driver plunged the offended appendage into the snow, the vehicle backing away a few more feet in case the Lich decided to grow bold and latch itself onto his frame as well. His Pyrolastic Lamination could withstand plenty in regards to heat, but in this state he knew better than to tempt fate. Especially with the chemicals he carried within his trunk. Soon after, it appeared the Dark Judge had taken his advice, and the AI opened his trunk without another word for his driver to rifle through its contents.

    What was brought forth was nothing short of dangerously unstable, so the AI had deduced as he ran a scan over the hefty bag of fertilizer. Ammonium Nitrate was a key ingredient in that particular mix, his processors already predicting what could go horribly wrong or right should it come in contact with the kerosene flame. "Affirmative." Was KARR's quick reply as he turned tail and raced back towards the barn. Turbines screaming and snow flying from beneath his tires, he arrived at the decrepit structure within mere seconds before skidding to a stop on the dirt floor inside. This had to be far enough away to ensure the blast would not consume himself, the only thing left being to observe whether the Dark Judge's claims of being indestructible in spirit were true.

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    Re: Fresh From the Crypt

    Post by Universal NPC on Tue Jan 28, 2014 2:27 am

    Yes, rage, show your weakness, false blessed. It only encouraged the Lich more. Another gurgled hiss escaped the creature's broken throat as its attempts to pull down the offending undead went up in, well, smoke. He had hardly singed the ghoul, and yet he still burned with the fury of a sun! Was this a sign from Samne'esh, had he displeased the Mother of Decay? By now the flames had eaten into his flesh too far for his body to move, nerves deadened and wasting away to putrid smelling embers.

    Numbed and now fully incapacitated, the Lich stared on in frustration at the duo as they further planned his demise. Use unstable chemicals? Oh, he certainly knew what that entailed, and while prior he had felt a burning confidence in his gut, fueled by rage and a desire to seek vengeance on both this impostor and his mechanical annoyance for this humiliation... It was quickly ebbing away into something colder. For once the Lich felt a chill of terror creep up his spine, faith questioned as the helmeted being approached with two handfuls of fertilizer in his rotted claws. What hellish curse allowed such madness upon him? What gods had blessed him with undying tenacity to the point where he cared not for his own safety and possibly his existence.

    The Lich's pondering was cut short as both handfuls were tossed onto his burning person, instinctively snapping a talon out to grab onto the other undead. If he was to be taken from this world, so would this abomination, screams drowned out by the roar of fire and explosive force as the night was briefly turned a brilliant shade of yellow and white.

    BOOOOM!

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    If I Go, You Go!: The Lich suffers six die of damage for the explosion, but he does not wish to keep it all to himself! If HIT/HIT, Judge Fear sustains the same damage as the Lich, if HIT/MISS he sustains half damage, if MISS/MISS he sustains no damage.


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    Re: Fresh From the Crypt

    Post by System on Tue Jan 28, 2014 2:27 am

    The member 'Universal NPC' has done the following action : Dice Rolls

    #1 'Attack/Heal (11-15)' : 9, 10

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    #2 'Attack/Heal (11-15)' : 14, 2, 14, 6, 7, 14

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    Re: Fresh From the Crypt

    Post by Fear on Tue Jan 28, 2014 3:03 am

    So that went more or less as planned, take a few balls of fire. Oh, and the lich thinking to make this a kamikaze attempt.

    For a breathless moment in time, a second between seconds, both the lich and ghoul came face-to-helm and stillness gripped the world. Now mere inches from his dogged foe and with the clock winding down, there was only one action left before everything was devoured in fire. The Dark Judge looked the lich squarely in those hateful embers, body perfectly still, and nonchalantly hissed to say, "Adios, sinner." You won't be missed.

    Boom, went the lich!
    Boom, went Judge Fear!

    In a spectacular show of flashes and raining body parts the Dark Judge was sent flying meters away, cape fluttering with a trail of smoke. The undead lawman landed with an unceremonious - THUD! - and, for the better half of a minute, did not stir. Not to worry, however! True to his word (and ghoulish nature), Judge Fear shakily sat up from his crater and glanced at his surroundings as if in a daze. Given that there were sooty tendrils curling out from his helm's grill and the foul-smelling creature looked worse for wear, this was a very likely possibility. If the ghoul had suffered any major brain trauma then it was not noticeable, as Judge Fear soon took note of K.A.R.R. nearby. "Justice has been served!" he triumphantly shouted like nothing had ever taken place. The Dark Judge rose to his feet and stumbled several yards before joyfully continuing, "The genuine champions of Death have earned this victory, not some halfwit impostor with a flask of questionable fluids! Superior undead my rotten, cockroach-infested butto - ?" Thuwmp!

    Oops, looks like he lost an arm there.

    Judge Fear momentarily paused to stoop down and pick up his fallen limb, but he didn't give it much thought. Actually, he was all very nonplussed about... well, everything. "Hmm, seems I'm about ready to fall apart," the Dark Judge remarked. He tucked his arm beneath the other and hopped a bit closer to his ally. "Wouldn't be the first time," he added shamelessly. Using an animated corpse will do that to you, you know. And speaking of that, he needed another one! This one was all covered in puncture wounds, smoldering ash, and disgusting corpse juices... No, no. It was time for a better and newer model.

    "Right. Forget the lich," Judge Fear told K.A.R.R. with a quick gesture. "We need to head back to the barn and pick ourselves a new body - a volunteer, you could say. I certainly can't be dispensing justice across the heartland like this, now, can I? Meet me back at the barn. Our work isn't finished." He hobbled off without another word and led the charge, leaving K.A.R.R. to ruminate in the snow.

    The dead, and by default undead, were very persistent individuals, weren't they?




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    Re: Fresh From the Crypt

    Post by K.A.R.R. on Tue Jan 28, 2014 4:14 am

    Off in the distance, the snow and sky became illuminated in a hellish light, a thunderous boom echoing across the fields. Body parts fell in chunks a few meters off from the barn, many of them charred and rent apart from the explosion beyond identification.  However, the AI doubted that the Dark Judge's parts were not among them, given he had not escaped the explosion and his optics had witnessed  the priest grabbing onto the ghoul, it could only be figured that he had been taken with the explosion.

    ...Wait, what was that smoking mass flying his way? magnifying in on the flying object, a tattered cape and familiar winged helmet could be identified upon the charred mass, limbs limp as the body arced through the air and into the frozen ground with a loud, earth shaking landing. KARR scanned over the ghoul from the safety of the barn, although it proved worthless as his driver held no pulse or sign of consciousness that he could detect. After a few moments of mulling over the ghoul's stillness in his processor, the tattered body finally stirred.

    Whether out of sheer intrigue over the undead's tenacity or a grudging care was uncertain as KARR drew closer to the Dark Judge, idling next to him for support. His exuberant cry had of course not gone unnoticed. "I would hope he has, his body has been strewn across the entire field." The AI pointedly replied. Whatever forces of logic help them if he ever decided to defy all laws of biology and pull himself back together. Speaking of which, it appeared the Dark Judge was doing the exact opposite. First an arm fell from his shoulder, and soon after his leg decided to leave its socket and drop to the ground as well. However, the AI could not help but be in awe at the ghoul's casualness regarding his form's destruction. If only for a few minutes.

    "Yes, as much as you are obviously elated at this victory, there are still goals at hand. I detect the rest of the cultists nearby. While you take a few for your purposes, I will take two and recover the rest of our supplies." KARR stated calmly, although it appeared that Judge Fear had thankfully not let this fight get to his helm too much that he forgot the reason they came here. "As you wish, but remember, once we return to our base you have a few repairs to make to me as well." Nothing too extensive, the AI was confident that the ghoul could handle reconnecting a few wires here and there (with his guidance of course). Although if they continued to run into people like this priest, he would have to sit out of a few encounters merely to save on the repair bills.

    Engines rumbling, KARR took some enjoyment in cruising to the barn driving about to the back and scanning about for a few of the remaining cultists. In fact, there were some now. "You two, come here." He commanded. "Which of you have the key to the cellar?" So help him if the only key to that place was on the priest they had just exploded...
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    Re: Fresh From the Crypt

    Post by Universal NPC on Tue Jan 28, 2014 4:57 am

    "Did you hear that?" Came a whisper from the shadow of the barn, a sheep skull glinting dully in the moonlight. A decidedly incredulous snort erupted from the silence A cultist with a decidedly bovine skull atop their head shaking idly. "Who couldn't? I bet the people three properties over could hear that explosion." Regardless of the fact, none of the four could muster the courage to leave the safety of the barn's shadow, huddled together in the cold and tentative breaths lingering in the frosty air.

    After a few more moments of silence, the one cultist from before who adorned his face with a cracked sheep skull looked down at the smaller of their congregation. A man, slender beneath the bulk of his robes, upon his head was a large wolf's skull, the bone burnt around the eye sockets in what could be considered an attempt at artistry. "Hey, Sam. Why don't you go out there and see what happened?" The cultist's gruff voice offered. "Even if you're seen I don't think they'd give you trouble, you look too flimsy."

    Immediately the smaller cultist's head snapped back at his larger brother, his voice younger and unmarred by years of tobacco smoke. "M-me?" He stuttered, a slender finger pointing at himself. "B-but I-I don't think that's-!"

    "Nonesense." The gruffer cultist interrupted with a wave of his hand, a large palm pressing against the young man's back and coaxing him forward. "You don't have to go that far."

    "Josh, don't be so rough, the kid just barely got initiated." The Ox skull wearing cultist spoke up scoldingly. The second female cultist of the group nodded her head in agreement, arms crossed over her chest to try and stave off the cold. The one known as Sam looked between the two anxiously. Would he have to go out, or could he stay where he at least felt some level of safety? "...If anything you should go out with him."

    The boy's shoulders drooped, a quiet trepidated whine escaping his throat. He had been sentenced to death, death! If their priest was out there and still laive, he might flay the boy for not supporting him against the newcomer undead, and if that ghoul was still around, who knew what he would do with him. Josh sputtered, leaning away from the two female cultists at their verdict. "But Maurice, we don't know what's out there." He protested.

    "All the more reason why you should go with Sam, he's not a fighter type, he needs your extra brawn." The Sheep skull wearing woman added. "Unless you need us to go out there in your stead. You cowardly man-child." She sneered, eyes squinted beneath her bony mask.

    "Certainly! You're so brave, have I ever told you that?" Josh quickly and gratefully replied back, firmyl grabbing her shoulders and plucking her aside to be placed next to Sam. "Thank you for volunteering, I really appreciate it-?" The woman's sarcastic retort was cut off by the sound of an engine idling around the corner, a bright amber light pacing from side to side.

    "Oh, uh...a key?" Sam echoed, tumbling the question about in his mind. "Uh I'm not...s-so sure." So far as he knew, the priest who went and hulked out had the only key to that place. He glanced unsure back at the rest of the group, who looked about each other questioningly before Maurice spoke up. "I think there's a spare key on Jerry, Samne'esh bless him." She replied nodding towards the inside of the barn.
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    Re: Fresh From the Crypt

    Post by Fear on Tue Jan 28, 2014 5:18 am

    Hop, hop, hop!

    Could the barn have been any further way? The Dark Judge reached his destination without much incident and he rested a palm against the outbuilding's heavy wooden door. Aha, he heard voices. And where there are voices, there are - ...crrreeeeaaaAAAAK!

    "Greetings, sinners! I have come to judge you." Suffice to say, that fight with the lich had not gotten to the ghoul's head.

    Judge Fear practically invited himself right on in, locking his gaze with each frightened mortal once before going about his imbalanced business. Passing judgement on these trembling simpletons will be harder without a ripe corpse to inhabit... Ugh, if he absolutely must. "Here, make yourself useful," the ghoul said to one man, tossing both damaged arm and limb at the poor fool. Careful, they were still twitching. "Dispose of these and make sure to do so properly. I no longer have a need for them." As for the rest, Judge Fear made his way over to the center of this little party and wasted no time in assuming command. These cultists will simply have to do, he presumed. Might as well shock them now and get it over with.

    "Your so-called champion of Samne'esh has perished," the Dark Judge hissed. Ooh, how satisfying it was to say that. "And since they have been defeated by my undead hand, that means all of you are to follow my demands and obey. If there are any objections or doubts, then I will show you the same treatment I showed the champion. Any questions, sinners?"

    Speak now or forever hold your peace, because, if not, Judge Fear was going to send you into the next life free of charge.

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    Re: Fresh From the Crypt

    Post by K.A.R.R. on Tue Jan 28, 2014 5:41 am

    Well then, if the AI was imposing to the few cultists that remained after the battle with their cult leader, Judge Fear's method must have been outright terrifying. Tossing limbs at them, threatening death if they did not meet his demands... If KARR had a head to shake he certainly would have done so at the ghoul's behavior. "Judge Fear, these humans are still rushing with adrenaline, throwing your arm and leg at them won't help matters." He pointed out bluntly. "Unless you wish for them to go into shock before they can be of use to you." He understood the ghoul had a long night, but it would be far longer if their newly captured lackeys fainted from fright.

    Turning his attention back to the four cultists, KARR's optics rested on the two that had the knowledge to reply. "Ah yes, Jerry... Miss Maurice, apologies for the actions of my associate, he's a little excited. Would Jerry by chance be the priest who had attacked us earlier and met his demise as my associate has stated?" He inquired calmly, his scanner pacing from side to side across his nose. "If not I will require the assistance of you and the one known as Josh."

    Alas, while the AI could certainly be quite resourceful himself, it was hard to attain those resources without a set of hands. Especially if said hands had been blown off during an explosion such as the one his driver had endured. Luckily Maurice and Josh seemed quite able bodied enough to carry anything that would require heavy lifting. That is, if they agreed to do so.
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    Re: Fresh From the Crypt

    Post by Universal NPC on Tue Jan 28, 2014 6:16 am

    Just as the four were getting acclimated to this new if not enigmatic presence, a loud creak could be heard across the barn. The door slowly opened, revealing a ghastly sight. It was the newcomer undead! The more meek of the four huddled against the wall as he approached, announcing the reason of his arrival was to judge them all. "J-judged?! I don't want to be judged! I get judged enough by the wife about my weight already!" Josh squeaked, pivoting himself about so Maurice now faced the hopping, one-legged creature. "Take her, she's more guilty then me!"

    "For the love of- Josh! Put me down." She snarled, wriggling in the man's grip. Just as she took a breath to hiss out another threatening stream of insults, a limb flew across the barn and smacked her right on the woman's bony mask. "...Did you just throw your arm at me?" She yelped and ducked aside as best she could as the ghoul's other limb came spinning through the air like a clawed club, a hearty thunk echoing about the space as it bounced off Sam's mask. There was a sharp crack along with a started yelp as it fell, the crack in his sheep skull having grown a few inches wider.

    The boy shook his head and looked down at the arm that had bounced towards the wall, a shudder crawling up his spine as it twitched momentarily. "Jeeeeen, I-I think it's still alive." He whispered, disturbed as the fingers clawed idly at the air. The Ox skull wearing cultist, now known as Jen, gave the limb a once over before picking it up carefully. "Yeah, I'd say it still has some life in it." She agreed before gingerly placing it aside. However, all four of them looked attentively, if not anticipating at the the ghoul that towered over them, if not a little haphazardly given his wounds.

    Upon hearing that the Champion had perished, the brash Maurice spoke up, ever unimpressed. "Well yeah, we figured one of you had to have been killed in that explosion." She replied, still locked in Josh's vice grip. As the ghoul went on to explain that he was now going to be the leader of their congregation, a few quiet murmurs of acceptance went through the rest of the cultists, heads bobbing in agreement. No one wanted to be burned alive and then blown to bits a few minutes later, and none of them had the arrogance or confidence to stand against the Dark Judge.

    "Yeah, sure whatever you say. Just don't hurt us." Sam agreed hopefully, pleading eyes staring out from the darkness of his wolf skull mask. "S-so...Uh, what do you want us to uh do for you... N-new leader?" He asked tentatively, his form hunched behind both Josh and his meatshield. The otherwise unshakable woman glanced back at the vehicle upon his inquiry, a questioning hum escaping her before answering.

    "Jerry? No, no. He's the one that got offed by your friend there. Helen is the one who can't get over himself for the sake of anything. Proves him right to end up the way he did." She replied, nodding towards the stiffening corpse. "It should be...The left pocket on his pants beneath his robes. I've seen him stick it there many times before. I'd help you get it, but I'm in a bit of a bind." She said, throwing a glare back at the heavier set Josh through the eye sockets of her mask. The man visibly winced before snapping his fingers open, releasing the woman to idly rub her sore arms.

    "S-sorry." He apologized quietly, looking between her and the vehicle before looking back to the one-legged undead. "I-I can help with whatever you two need." He said after a few minuted of thought, nodding over to the cultist in the Ox-skull mask. "Jen here is pretty good with chemicals too, she was apprenticing under Jerry to be a priestess for another congregation nearer to the city." He admitted submissively. The cultist nodded her head slowly in agreement, her gaze focused on the undead without wavering. Aside from the show Helen had given them, this was the first time she had ever come face to face with anything close to what a blessed looked like.
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    Re: Fresh From the Crypt

    Post by Fear on Tue Jan 28, 2014 7:12 am

    Once again, K.A.R.R. was nominated for the Missing The Point Award.

    "A little excited...?" Judge Fear snorted. But if the ghoul thought that K.A.R.R. was going to be the only annoying thing within radius, he was dead wrong. Because, as it just so happened, the four cultists were so far nothing like the ones from back home. Oh sure, sure... They may look the part and chant the part, but were they really? For Grud's sake, this quartet of dissimilar mortals could hardly agree on anything amongst themselves! Exasperated at how hopeless his situation was becoming, the Dark Judge brought up a palm and lightly slapped the top of his helm with it repeatedly.

    Thunk!
    Thunk!
    Thunk!


    None of this foolishness ever happened when Death was around, that ham-fisted... Ugh, it wasn't worth it at this point. "Is this the best your cult has to offer?" Judge Fear rasped. He had to ask, just had to. Nevertheless! The ghoul straightened his posture and wasn't about to let these aimless sinners out of his clutches. Now, who were his prospective servants?

    Cultist #1 wrote:"Take her, she's more guilty then me!"
    That would be Josh, the cowardly one. Ah, how he smelled of sweet, sweet fear...

    Cultist #2 wrote:"Jeeeeen, I-I think it's still alive."
    Here was Sam, who... was also plenty afraid but not as crippled by it as Josh. Still, useful.

    Cultist #3 wrote:"Yeah, I'd say it still has some life in it."
    No doubt this one was Jen, the otherwise complacent member. She could be salvaged.

    Cultist #4 wrote:"Well yeah, we figured one of you had to have been killed in that explosion."
    ...And this darling peach must be Maurice. Precious, cynical Maurice. She was going to be real helpful, he could tell.

    Sam wrote:"S-so...Uh, what do you want us to uh do for you... N-new leader?"

    "I'm so glad you asked, mortal." Sigh. If he must.

    Judge Fear assessed each one of these mortals a second time, psychic aura smothering them intentionally, and he soon rolled out fitting instructions. "Maurice and Josh," he droned, sounding weary and disinterested. "Assist my companion and load up its boot - that's trunk, for you yanks - with whatever chemicals, toxins, and highly-controversial supplies you can carry. They are necessary for rituals and dark magics." Not really, but these buffoons ought to eat up such rubbish. Two out of four given their assignments, the Dark Judge eyed Sam and Jen last. "And as for you," the ghoul mumbled irritably. "I want you to prepare your associate's corpse; you knew him in life as Jerry, but in death you shall know him as mine." Mm, it had nearly achieved ripeness already... He mustn't let such goods spoil!

    Orders delegated and four living bodies still within his sights, the Dark Judge let out a terrifying hiss and purposely lashed out against their worthless hides. The severed arm from before clawed itself toward Josh with talons audibly scratching at the earth while the detached leg hopped up and gave Jen a swift kick in the meaty thigh.

    "MOVE, SINNERS."
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    Re: Fresh From the Crypt

    Post by K.A.R.R. on Tue Jan 28, 2014 8:24 am

    "It is a challenge to exactly tell your moods, Judge Fear. You lack the usual biological indicators." KARR returned coolly, pulling around from the cultists and halting alongside the Dark Judge. Mainly out of interest to see if the ghoul would lean for support, balancing on one leg had to be quite an act for one as weary as this creature. Although, it appeared the antics of the cultist were what was on the ghoul'd immediate thoughts.

    Indeed, they did seem a little chaotic in their reaction, or more distracted for the event at hand. Possibly a result of shock from the battle and the events occurring soon after. Regardless, it appeared the ghoul was more than willing to whip them all into shape, save for Maurice, who was the most unphased of them all. Along with being one of the more helpful in regards to where the key to the cellar was. Once she was released from the tight grip of her cult-mate, KARR addressed her once more. "Good. Now, be a dear and fetch the key for us, will you? Of the both of us you seem to be the one with the most fingers." Even on his remaining hand, the ghoul looked as if he stuck the appendage in a box of exploding firecrackers.

    Of the two, KARR could already tell which ones the ghoul would be apt to show more interest towards. Here's a hint, they were prone to cowering and begging for mercy. Soon after the ghoul had ceased rubbing the metallic temple of his helm, a series of orders were barked at the group. Jen and Sam were to stay with Judge Fear, while the two others, as expected, were to assist the AI. Mere seconds after the dark Judge had given his orders, the discarded limbs came to life and promptly persuaded the cultists to get moving. Claw raked and grabbed, while the ghoul's foot gave a swift boot to Jen's leg.

    "You certainly seem to have things in order." KARR stated dryly as he observed the whole scene. "I will be out back with the others. Don't frighten your group too much, you may need them if your other leg decides to fall off." With that, the AI idled away to follow Josh and Maurice. One final load to carry before they could return to their base.
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    Re: Fresh From the Crypt

    Post by Universal NPC on Tue Jan 28, 2014 10:36 am

    Of the four, Josh and Sam were the ones who kept their eyes on the Dark Judge most attentively. Both cringed as the ghoul demanded if their members were the best the cult had to offer, Josh's eyes glancing about beneath his cracked mask before finding enough courage to answer. "W-well, our congregation is not that big, a lot of people around here see it as...As taboo." He managed to spit out. Sam looked over at the larger man before nodding in agreement, voice cracking as he spoke. "I hear the ones in the city are tougher, a-a bit meaner too."

    "Of course they are! You don't just kill people in a city and get away with it without having to pull a few strings." Maurice interjected, crossing her arms over her chest as she stood up. "You need to keep things low profile, smooth when you have such an outlawed practice going on in the ghettos." She walked over to the deceased, stiffening form of Jerry, flipping up a few layers of robing and digging about in his pants pocket. Beneath her mask, the woman's nose wrinkled in disgust, even in the cold of this barn he was beginning to stink and she doubted it was just from decay. After a few seconds of digging around she pulled out a simple, silver key, pocketing it in her own robes.

    However, the woman's pace quickened as she returned to the group, a smothering, malicious presence blanketing her mind. Whatever it was, it felt like it was coming from the undead. The three others felt it as well, Jen quieting to complete silence while Josh and Sam huddled closer together, their masks making a dull clunk of bone upon bone as they connected. All the while, their new leader sternly issued out their orders, punctuating it with a shout and a rousing 'shoo' from his detached limbs. "Ack! I-It's moving!" Josh exclaimed, shoving Sam before him to fend off the wayward claw while he raced out the barn door, Maurice in tow. Jen winced and jumped away from the equally ornery foot, sure that it more than likely left a bruise from the kick it gave her.

    "Waaaaugh!" Sam screeched, tossing aside the appendage before scrambling over to Jen, keeping close. She looked him over underneath the veil of her ox skull before speaking. "I will need you to get the body situated on the altar. Sadly, Elizabeth has extinguished her number of trials with our Mother and must be moved aside." She stated quietly, keeping composure as she directed the youngest cultist to the altar. However, the idea of moving bodies around seemed to strike the boy a bit squeamish.  "W-what?! but I'm not trained for this, I'm not a priest." he quickly protested, glancing between Elizabeth's rotten corpse and Jen. "As your priestess in training and my assistant, you must do as I say. Respect our departed sister and move her to decay in peace." She replied calmly, a firm tone to her voice. After a moment of incoherent stammering, Sam got to work in moving the corpse from the altar, making way for Jerry's body as Jen looked it over before lifting it off the ground in her arms.

    Once it was set upon the altar she turned her gaze to the Dark Judge, her gaze curious. "Forgive me, but we are not familiar with the customs of your particular ascension. Would you be able to please enlighten me of them so I may prepare the body accordingly for your usage?" She asked politely, her voice subdued to a calm whisper.

    Meanwhile, outside of the barn...

    "D-did you see that? He made his arm and foot come to life!" Josh whispered in dismay, glancing back at the barn and the car that was now following them to the cellar. "Yeah yeah, though that feeling was rather creepy though." Maurice replied, apprehensive as she glanced about. "That...Presence. It gave me chills."

    Their walk through the snow was not long, coming to the thick titanium doors, covered in years of dust and grime long enough that it hardly shone in the moonlight. Quickly Maurice shoved the key into its slot, twisting until she heard a faint click from the locking mechanism and dug her fingers into the space between the door panels. "Give me a hand here Josh." She grunted, pulling at the heavy doors with difficulty until her fellow cultist joined in. Slowly they were pulled aside with a metallic groan. What had been tossed aside so easily by their previous leader was a laborious endeavor for the cultists. "There..." She huffed, looking down into the abyss. further back she could make out the glow of a few dull, red lights. Bottles and cannisters of all types illuminated, along with the forms of some more grotesque possessions. "You go down first, Josh." She said with a nod towards the cellar stairs. Her counterpart gave a nervous look between the cellar and Maurice, before briskly shaking his head. "No way, you go down there. I helped you open the door, now as a gentleman I say ladies first."

    "Quit bullshitting me you cowardly sack." She snapped right back, gesturing towards the cellar. "Go down there before I punt you down the stairs."

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