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    Regicide Today, Deicide Tomorrow

    Post by Fear on Sat Dec 20, 2014 3:45 pm

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    So, that had been oodles of fun. A real barrel of laughs.

    "Mmmnngh..." Queens and soldiers, monsters and witches, prissy robots and the unlawful possession of drugs! Ugh, it was enough to make a faithful Judge of the law retch. Groggy and lethargic after that hellish week in a dreamworld better off forgotten, an irritable Judge Fear was beginning to come around. An odd feeling, that. He didn't quite remember the last time he had been put under such a spell, though the ghoul reckoned it was probably just a week ago.

    After roughly two minutes of laying on his back and covering his helm's visor with both hands, wondering if this headache was real or just a trick of a weary mind, the Dark Judge decided it best to sit up. My, such an awful sound... the creaking and cracking of a rigid spine. He gave his lower back a few thumps and glanced around, slowly realizing that... ah! This was the barn! No mistaking those familiar tire tracks anywhere. But if this was the barn... did that mean they had both returned to the Breach? Eh, Judge Fear supposed that will have to do. He would have much preferred being sent back to the Mega City (what a horrid thought), but such was the pointless nature of wishful thinking. Right, then. Best to get back into the swing of things and see how much damage those lousy cultists di - oh, hello! Looks like the Dark Judge wasn't alone in here.

    Off near his side were a pair of rotten feet; with tattered heels like those, they could only belong to one person and one person only.

    "Mortisss," the ghoul addressed his brother. A couple of pointed fingertips idly pressed into Judge Mortis' thigh, an unpleasant smell wafting into the air soon after. "Wake up, Mortisss. We are back." Do you think the comatose nimrod would be fussed if water were suddenly thrown upon him?
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    Re: Regicide Today, Deicide Tomorrow

    Post by Mortis on Sat Dec 20, 2014 7:58 pm

    Fear would not need a bucket of water to wake the slumbering ghoul next to him. Dreamily muttering in his sleep, the Dark Judge's tail idly curled and twitched between his legs, apparently dreaming something very pleasant from what could be heard through the unintelligible garble. "Your sssinsss are purged..." He quietly muttered, "Everyone'ssss sssinsss are.... purged." His talons spasmed slightly as they gripped the earth, perhaps dreaming of sentencing one more criminal before he felt his brother's fingers poke into his thigh. The muttering stopped along with his sleepy twitches, the weaker of their duo rousing from his slumber. "Mmmh? Had I been ssssleeping?" He groggily hissed, more out of disbelief than any sort of confusion or true question that needed answering. It had been so long since Judge Mortis had a true sleep, he had believed he was incapable of it. After all, the undead had no need for rest like a mortal would.

    For a moment the undead lawman had to puzzle out exactly what his brother meant by they being back. Back from where? Focusing to clear away the fog of sleep that drifted about his mind, he managed to remember a few things. More than a few actually; the two queens, massive sea monsters, a sinking ship and a trek through a dismal swamp. It was the roaring, risen carcass of a monstrous creature that jogged his memory as to what exactly all those memories were from. "I sssee the deitiesss were courteousss enough to sssend usss home after their  game." He rasped, sitting up. Of course, with all those memories came a very poignant realization. "The other membersss of our party likely will not remember usss very fondly. I would not be sssurprisssed if they came after usss." He added, mulling over their options.

    Staying of course was out of the question, there were already a few who knew where they stayed, and by now anyone who came across the farmhouse would undoubtedly feel its unnatural aura. Where they could go to avoid the inevitable hunt left one choice for them to take. With how populated and familiar the citizens were with the part of the continent they currently inhabited, they would need to travel where none paid enough mind to travel. "We ssshould get moving. From what I read, the ssssouthern penninsssula isss largely undissscovered, we can ssseek refuge there." He deduced, getting to his feet before lending a hand down to help pull Fear from from his place on the floor of the barn.
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    Re: Regicide Today, Deicide Tomorrow

    Post by Fear on Sat Dec 20, 2014 9:14 pm

    Dreaming? His brother was dreaming?

    Admittedly curious (dreaming and sleeping were things they had both thought impossible by now), Judge Fear leaned over his brother's unconscious snout to quietly study Judge Mortis' twitching. Hmm, wonder what he was dreaming about? Purging sinners, by the sounds of it. And all of them, too. Such righteous dreams could not last forever, though, and soon Judge Mortis came around. "Yesss, you had been sssleeping; asss much asss I find odd to confirm," the ghoul hissed. Although he would not be quick to say that the deities had been courteous... The Dark Judge respectfully let his brother have a moment of peace, as well as his personal space, while silently listening to his gravelly words.

    "Ssstevensss," Judge Fear rasped. The name held a sour connotation, unpleasant and buttery like cheap wine. "Ssshe will mossst likely ssseek revenge for our judicial cleansssing of the living, asss isss the expected behaviour commonly ssseen with the unlawful." As for the rest? Bah, they hadn't the stones. Maybe the goddess, but certainly no one else. Was his brother suggesting that they...?

    Move.

    Move is what Judge Mortis was suggesting, and Judge Fear needn't hear his brother's words to have already deduced the implications behind them. "To the sssouth..." Brought back a few memories, didn't it? As amusing as it was to remember that his brother had lost their first wager, as well as the moniker of Judge Zombie, now was not the time. He accepted Judge Mortis' hand and allowed himself to be assisted upright, chains jingling. Bloody hard carrying all this gear, you know? "Mm, the sssouthern peninsssula isss a good ssstart, but I feel that we ssshould head further down." Why stop at the luscious jungles and humid swamps? The Dark Judge reckoned they had already been explored, or at least visited. He dusted himself off and added, "I propossse we head to the far sssouth, where it isss biting and cold. No living being will wisssh to hound usss there." And to enhance his point, Judge Fear knew yet another solid reason. "Ssshould we remain deep within the planet'sss sssouthern pole, we will alssso not have to worry ssso much about fiery demonsss and ssstubborn foolsss. If the inclement weather doesss not deter them, then perhapsss the lifelessss daysss and lack of sssunlight will drive sssenssse into their denssse ssskullsss."
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    Re: Regicide Today, Deicide Tomorrow

    Post by Mortis on Sun Dec 21, 2014 12:38 am

    Apparently sleep was indeed what Mortis had been experiencing, hm. With that confirmed there was little need to linger upon it, as more pressing topics were deserving of their attention. Yes, the Stevens woman would be interested in getting revenge on them both.  That particular sinner, despite her lack of initiative towards staying to her word and rotting out the obvious problem members, likely was no longer feeling the mental pinch of group cooperation now that everything was done. The ghoul gave a nod of his skeletal head, "I would not expect her to come alone, ssshe isss aware of our abilitiesss. Ssshe isss friendsss with the ssscientissst, and othersss. Through her child I recognize ssshe isss familiar with the mercenary Bloodssscream." He hissed, contemplating. "The mercenary isss ssstubborn and npt above recruiting othersss, the ssscientissst hasss numerousss resssourcesss. Either of them would be an aggravation we cannot afford." If not a mob they would have to deal with, then a goddess with a wicked arsenal capable of obliterating their humble abode with but a push of a button. All they worked for would be eradicated in a blink of an eye.

    Of course, their wager would be upheld, but likely when they got to where they needed or on the run. "Our wager can be fulfilled on the way down, I'm certain there are sssome more exotic drinksss that would be worth trying." With all that gear on him, it was a small challenge to lift him up. Regardless, Fear was returned to his towering stature soon enough, with some pulling and a grunt. The suggestion to move further south, past the jungles and forest to the south pole of the planet was brought up, to which the ghoul could not help but agree.

    Perilous terrain, frigid temperatures, and above all desolate of life. "There isss where we ssshall travel then." With this came another realization, which he quickly brought up soon after. "I doubt the vehicle will fare well in having to travel through the junglesss, we ssshould leave it while we find what we are looking for. If it breaksss down, we cannot ssspend time repairing every little nuisssance ding and dissalignment in itsss wiring." He noted, placing a claw to his his chin as he puzzled this through. "On the trek down we will need another sssource of transssportation, sssomething that will not draw attention from the populace. Livessstock will do, we take the larger machinery with usss and keep it hidden." A large tarp would suffice, the cultists could help secure it down. Speaking of them... "The cultissstss will need to join usss asss well. We will have to factor them in, either kill them here or take rationsss to keep them fed..." Hm... "I sssugessst we ssslowly poissson them, ready them for their new lifessstyle, or more, un-lifessstyle." He decided. It would not be too difficult to poison the rations, slowly weaken them to proper form by the time they get to where they need be.
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    Re: Regicide Today, Deicide Tomorrow

    Post by Fear on Sun Dec 21, 2014 7:31 pm

    "...Ssshe knowsss Bloodssscream?" Judge Fear could not conceal his surprise.

    Things were becoming dangerous now, a perilous game of cat-and-mouse. Neither of the Dark Judges had exactly been subtle regarding their unlife's mission, nor were they particularly loved by the community. All it took was one spark, a small innocuous ember, and everything they had worked so hard for would go up in roaring flames. There would be yet another mob clamouring for their heads. "No, we cannot afford any wrong movesss or foolisssh blundersss," the ghoul agreed. But how to counteract a goddess, or even a man betwixt life and death such as themselves? Stevens could be handled as all sinners were: captured, beaten, and then ultimately killed. The others, however... Suffice to say, the Dark Judges were not avid practitioners of the occult or supernatural. That realm of expertise had always belonged to the Sisters. If any of their enemies knew a powerful binding spell...

    "We complete the wager here," was Judge Fear's adamant decision. "In the city, under the falssse pretenssse that we ssstill haunt thessse verdant landsss. Let our foesss believe that we are currently within their targeted range. We will conduct any lassst minute busssinesss and then be off." Packing, after all, would not happen in the course of a few hours. There was also the matter of needing supplies for their current thralls.

    As much as it was tempting to slay the cultists and leave their corpses to rot beneath a high afternoon sun to bloat, finding help out in the frozen wastes was sadly not a guarantee.

    And Zs'Skayr was not one to selflessly devout his time and energy for the good work.

    In regards to K.A.R.R., the Dark Judge already knew what had to be done. His brother had already arrived to the same conclusion. "Agreed, we leave him," he hissed. There was more to say, however. "We leave him in the city, where he ssshall be our eyesss and earsss during our absssence. The cold will be mossst unkind to him, and to lossse K.A.R.R. to the elementsss would be a grossss misssussse of both hisss talentsss and our witsss." Although he was reluctant to admit, Judge Fear was hesitant to throw away the AI so wastefully. K.A.R.R. was a logical creation and had been made to see reason in their just cause. He was also a roaming armoury with enough firepower to obliterate a small village on any given day. Machines like that don't come easily. As for the cultists? They were not quite as invaluable, but Judge Mortis presented a very good scheme.

    "Mm, to purge them now or to ssslowly rot their flesssh off the bone, transssforming them into fitting ssservantsss of the law..." Technically not against the rules. Judge Fear had a moment to himself to consider it, and he ultimately deemed it to be a worthwhile plan. "The trek down to the sssouth will not come ssswiftly; perhapsss a month, give or take a few daysss," the ghoul rasped. Just enough time to have the cultists done to a turn.

    Looks like a bit of grocery shopping was in order.
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    Re: Regicide Today, Deicide Tomorrow

    Post by Mortis on Mon Dec 22, 2014 1:54 am

    Alas, his brother's surprise was not shared, for the ghoul had known of this for a long while. "Yesss, thossse two ssshare a long hissstory." He added, "Asss of currently however, I am unsssure if they ssstill meet. The mercenary'sss visssitsss have been far and few between." The still did not mean the silver-haired immortal would not be willing to take up a contract on Miss Steven's behalf. There was always a possibility that the man could come into play alongside the swordswoman and goddess. Which was why the the sheep-skulled ghoul soon had his own bout of surprise when Fear mentioned they should indeed go and fulfill their wager within the city.

    As he explained further however, it began to make more sense. If they showed recent activity in the bar, the populace would believe they were still there,as what relaxed duo of undeads would go and move away right after a round of victory drinks? "Yesss, thisss will do." Although he had to admit, the image of the four cultists rotting under the afternoon sun was a lovely image. KARR on the other hand could not and would not be left alone so easily, as the vehicle was quite useful in itself. To leave it in the city was wise enough, for they both knew the machine was smart enough to lay low until all was set in place. In fact, he doubted many even knew he existed let alone worked with them. "Very well, and once everything isss in working order, I sssuppossse we invite him to the new coordinatesss?" He rasped thoughtfully. After all, they would be the ones forging a new route down to the southern pole of the planet. Speaking of that..

    "The cultissstsss will be easssy to turn, yesss. However, we need transssportation on the way down. While we are out, we ssshould order them to take sssome draft animalsss, perhapsss horssess or oxen. With the vehicle unable to join usss we will need another meansss to carry our equipment." He suggested thoughtfully, his empty sockets glancing over to the equally barren stalls that lined the barn. "Upon our return, we turn them to a more ussseful ssstate of being. There will be little resst along the way if we are taking a mere month to get to the sssouthern pole. A team of two ssshould be enough for our purposssesss." He added, before turning his gaze back to his brother. "Sssshall we turn the vehicle lossse within the city before or after our packing isss done?" A few final details before they go ahead with this endeavor.
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    Re: Regicide Today, Deicide Tomorrow

    Post by Fear on Mon Dec 22, 2014 2:35 am

    A long history... The ghoul filed this away for future use, should the information prove advantageous. "We will sssend for K.A.R.R. once everything hasss been properly sssituated," came Judge Fear's response. There was no rush, and the AI's metal shell was constructed of sturdier materials. He would not degenerate into a mound of rust. And neither would a pair of turned barn animals, apparently.

    As the Dark Judge understood it, his brother wanted to judicially acquire two sturdy beasts of burden and have them undergo the process. "Mm..."

    He gave it additional thought and rasped, "Thisss will do. We are in the midssst of the farming community; horsssesss and oxen are aplenty." But which should they prefer? A horse was more lithe and quick, while an ox was as strong as it was weighty. For faster travel, a horse was the clear victor. But for perilous terrain, perhaps oxen were the way to go. "Whichever sssurvivesss the processs," Judge Fear remarked. After all, there was no guarantee that either of the choices would manage to pull through. "And if both, we take both and alternate between the pairsss asss the sssituation callsss for it." No real reason to limit themselves, was there? As for K.A.R.R.'s predicament, whether they should release the AI now or later, it seemed wiser to turn him loose after their task in the Samba Heartlands was finished. "We ssstill need transssportation for the time being, and we will need additional cargo ssspace to bring our sssuppliesss for the journey back to the farm. I sssay we releassse K.A.R.R. once all of our busssinessss hasss reached itsss end."
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    Re: Regicide Today, Deicide Tomorrow

    Post by Mortis on Mon Dec 22, 2014 11:43 pm

    Once everything was properly situated... As much as the undead Judge wished to get everything done quickly this time around despite his usual patience and deliberate nature, his brother was correct. KARR, for all his demands of service and maintenance, was nigh indestructible as per his numerous demonstrations in the field. Unlike the turned animals they would need to pull the cart. A quick and agile horse or a slow but sturdy ox? Mortis tapped a claw to his chin thoughtfully as he pondered the decision. "Of courssse, which ever survives will be our beassstss of burden, however, I will order the cultissstsss to acquire draft horsssess inssstead of the more ssslender riding onesss." He decided.

    With a draft there was far more to work with than a rangy-legged racing horse or quarter horse. There would be less risk of the dead fluids destroying the body if there were mistakes. Which of course would be expected from the band of four incompetent death ritualists. "It may be wisssse to gather more than two of each draft animal of our choosssing, in the event of missscalculationsss." He hissed thoughtfully, the both of them were more familiar with preparing their own forms than that of an animal. Although his brother's experimentation was drawing them closer to understanding what exactly the sisters had done to turn them by the day.

    Otherwise, there was little else to do, aside from getting everything packed up. "Ssshall I have the cultissstsss organize the additional cargo for the vehicle to hold while we are out?" As calculating and methodical as the Judge was, he did not like having to waste time that could be spent getting work done while they were out. Just because he and his brother deserved a round of drinks did not mean the cultists had done anything spectacular. Did they purge? No. Were they constantly plotting new routes of achieving their higher goal? Not at all. Had they risen a bandersnatch from the grave to use as their personal battle tank? Definitely not.

    Likely all they did was lounge around and drink while the vehicle kept their farm secure.
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    Re: Regicide Today, Deicide Tomorrow

    Post by Fear on Sat Dec 27, 2014 8:54 pm

    Draft horses were an acceptable choice and it was not opposed. "Gather asss many asss necessssary," hissed Judge Fear. The number was truly inconsequential to him, so long as at least two of the creatures survived the process. Who knows? Perhaps they would quickly burn through over a dozen beasts before reaching their desired quantity. The subject soon shifted to that of the cultists, as both hindering and useful as they were; how tempting it was to slit their throats and leave them to bleed. Perhaps they could make an example of Maurice along the way, if her tongue grew too bold...

    "Mm... Have the cultissstsss journey into the city with K.A.R.R. and pick up necessssary sssuppliesss. Leave no errand unattended." Was it not far easier to have a living person disguise themselves with discarded clothing and walk into a store, than it was for a pair of emaciated corpses in macabre uniforms? Indeed it was, and Judge Fear would rather not spend the night pushing aside grocery carts. Demeaning and avoidable. "Better yet, sssend the two men, Sssam and Josssh, to collect the beassstsss of burden. Jen and Maurice will be proficient enough to gather the variousss resssourcesss by themssselvesss." It would be a pity to lose Jen so early, the woman showing promise in the dark arts. If someone had to be trampled or laid into by a horn or iron hoof, let it be the ever-disposable Sam and Josh.

    Finding their delegation of current hands sufficient, there was no longer a reason to loiter about the barn. The Dark Judge shambled ahead, his sights currently fixated on the farmhouse. "I need to prepare sssomething beforehand - a letter," he rasped. "It ssshan't take long, ssso have Jen and Maurice prepared to leave asss sssoon asss I am finissshed. You may sssend the men off at your preferred behessst."

    K.A.R.R. ought to be nearby and already willing to begin.

    And with that, the ghoul disappeared, the sound of the farmhouse's rickety door bouncing shut behind him.
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    Re: Regicide Today, Deicide Tomorrow

    Post by Mortis on Sun Dec 28, 2014 10:53 pm

    As many as necessary, hm? May as well take all the draft horses they could find, or as many as the cultists could lead. "Not a sssingle beassst will be ssspared." He rasped. Josh and Sam would be busy for a long while to be sure. Much like Fear had thought, it would be a waste for Maurice and Jen to be hurt rounding up the oxen and horses for their purposes. Then again, with Maurice's salty personality, she may as well be sent with the men to get a few animals.

    Alas, such is not the case, as Mortis was all too aware of his brother's interest in purging the disrespectful cultist.

    "I will get Sssam and Josssh sssome ropesss to tie the animalsss with." He rasped, thoughtful as he pondered the two women. "Maurice and Jen ssshould have their own fundsss available for the resssourcesss. I will have them prepare a lissst before leaving." He added, a thick yellow talon stroking over his chin before turning his sight towards the barn doors.

    He could already hear the telltale whine of a turbine engine drawing near and rolling up the drive. Just in time, as KARR would need to be briefed on the matter as well. However, the undead Judge's skull tilted at the mention of a letter, finding the errand to be rather odd. They would not be telling anyone they would be leaving, would they? No, that would only compromise things. Likely it had to do with his brother's oath to the green alien down the way, the matter being his, eugh, son. "Very well, I will ssspeak with the vehicle asss well while you are writing your letter." He rasped, "The men will be sssent off the moment we leave for the city." Mortis decided, turning and following his brother out.

    There was much to be done and little time to do it.

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