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    The Sheep-Man and the Sea

    Post by Mortis on Sun Nov 27, 2016 11:46 pm

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    Date: October 20, 0007


    "Ssss... Ssss... Sssss..." All throughout the jungle, Mortis' sibilant grumbling echoed among the trees, alongside the chatter and whooping of the canopy residents. Samhain's ear quirked slightly as she listened to her rider rumble and hiss and growl, her lip twitching at all the bellyaching.

    It should not be a difficult task, master. She reassured, tilting her head to look back at him with a single empty eye socket. Even so, Mortis' mental state refused to slacken in its irritable tension.

    No, you are correct, Sssamhain. The job itssself sssoundsss sssimple enough, but I had heard their thoughtsss on the matter. They sssent out after thisss particular beassstie for a reassson. Came a mental reply, his snout pointed ahead as they made their trek through the dense jungle. The horse's ears flicked once more, what sort of reason would that be? While Angemort may not be swift enough to recognize her ascended state, Samhain figured that she could weather nearly anything and everything that could be thrown her way. They do not like our kind, Sssamhain. You sssaw how the city guard'ss sssnoutsss crinkled at our very pressence. They sssent usss after thisss... Thisss Ssea Beassst to get rid of usss.

    Yes? And we shall kill it like every other living thing that we find. I see no problem in this.

    Ah, such confidence. Such willingness to leap into the fray and deal death to the foolish and brash. While any other time her reassurances would bring a warm chuckle from the ghoul's dead breast, this time esteem faltered. Another low hiss escaped him as he attempted to explain the situation to his companion. Mayhapsss ssso, Sssamhain. Any other time I would not be ssso hesssitant, you and your sssissster are robussst, powerful beingsss... But Woolie isss not. I worry sssomething may happen to her while partaking in thisss fool'sss errand.

    Samhain's rictus grin curled, leathery flesh resembling a scowl instead of her usual off-putting, morbid smile. Ah yes, the lamb. The undead steed may have grown to tolerate the little black ball of fuzz, not to the point where he sister doted upon the fragile thing like a newborn pony, but enough that she minded the creature if it came to graze near her and refrained from tempting her into any cruel jokes... Even if the affair with the horse apples amused her to no end. Still, she could not comprehend the logic of her master regarding the one known as "Woolie" at times. Yet, there she was, taking up space in one of her saddle bags, resting after having been lulled to a nap by her plodding steps through the dense underbrush.

    I do not understand why you decided to bring her along, Master. You know she is mortal, weak-

    And my resssponssibility. I could not leave her home all alone, and Kev hasss enough animalsss at hisss housse ass isss. He could not look after her while I wass away. The undead retorted across their mental link. Maybe he could have found someone else, but at the same time Mortis did not have a single drop of trust to spare for many of the denizens of this backwards dimension. He could settle a potential sitter with all the information and supplies they could ever need for taking care of a young ewe, and they probably -miraculously- would grow completely inept at even the most basic level of literacy the moment his back was turned. Not to mention an even lesser level of responsibility.

    She could be poisoned, break one of her slender little legs due to another's carelessness, become lost, or even- dare he think it- die.

    There was no way in hell that she was going to leave his side given the alternative... Although he admittedly had not considered that the natives would send him off to earn his way into the city or lose his host trying. With what he had come across so far, he interpreted the lot of them as fairly simple-minded folk. But, he did intend to bring something back for his brother's family during this trip, and so he would at least make an attempt. As for Woolie... He glanced back at the saddle bags, watching her little snout twitch from where it poked out from one of the bags on the undead mare's flank. Samhain nickered and toyed with the bit in her mouth.

    ...What shall we do with her then?

    Ssshe will need to sstay with your sssissster during the hunt. You and I will deal with the beassst on our own. The undead deduced. If this trip turned in their favor perhaps the undead mare would be left alone long enough to kill this 'sea monster' and drag it back to the city.

    Angemort's head rose from where she had been absentmindedly been following Samhain, ears pricked forward at the mentioning of her. She was going to get to do something other than carry bags around? Granted Angemort was happy to come along and enjoy the sights with her hodgepodge of a family, but she also was a mare that enjoyed being put to work. If she got to look after Woolie while working, or if looking after Woolie was the work, it was all the better!

    After all,  she was merely going to be hanging out with her favorite grazing buddy.




    A few hours of travel later, Mortis had led his group to the coast. Sand crunched beneath Samhain's hooves as she impatiently waited for her master to make the final preparations before their hunt. Empty eye sockets watched attentively as her Master removed the large black bags from her flanks and placed them upon Angemort's back, Woolie still slumbering peacefully inside, but not for very long. Mortis could she her bright eyes moving beneath fluttering eyelids, a sure sign she was dreaming. Perhaps they would be even more peaceful one she was situated with Angemort.

    "Keep her sssafe. Ssstay in the clearing I had sshown you, and do not return to the ssshore until  I tell you to." Mortis rasped, giving the mare a pat upon her hollow cheek. The undead Belgian seemed to understand with how she puffed and vigorously nodded her head. "That iss a good girl. Now go." He hissed, gently easing her towards the treeline. With another puff, the horse turned and ambled off into the vines, her heavy foot steps fading into the distance until they were swallowed up completely by the soothing rush of wind through the canopy and the melodic calls of tropical songbirds.

    "Sssss... Let usss get to our work." The ghoul uttered as he turned to Samhain, admittedly taking a little longer than usual as he watched them leave. He trusted Angemort to look after the ewe, but all the same with the things he had seen lurking in this dense tropical forest, he could not help but question his own wisdom.

    My sister is able. Samhain commented as she approached her rider.

    She trusted Angemort to be able to look after the ewe well enough. Even if she lacked her ferocity towards the forces of life, she knew that the mare would find her wrath in anything that tried to harm the sheep.

    Yesss, yess sshe isss... But I wonder about the thingsss we have yet to find. If thisss dimenssion hass taught me anything, we ssshould expect far more than monkeysss and lizard-people in thisss jungle. He hesitantly replied, another series of low, distressed hisses escaping him. There was a loud snort from the mare as he came to perch himself upon her back, but not at his presence in her saddle.

    Nonsense. She is strong and she is able. Have faith, master. A reassuring sensation followed her statement, Samhain's mental presence heavy with esteem and boundless confidence... Perhaps too much confidence. She knew the worth of her rider, she knew the both of them could bring down this sea monster without so much as a lick of fatigue. A haughty puff plumed from her mummified nostrils as she waited for Mortis' approval, ears pricked towards cerulean waves that lapped the shoreline.

    ...I ssuppossse you are correct. It merely worriesss me when they are away. He admitted, retrieving his shotgun from where it sat holstered at the side of his seat. The was a sharp snap as he opened the twin barrels, finding two slugs nestled snugly within the chambers, just as he had left it this morning. They were large enough to bring down wolves, intruding grizzly bears, and nearly anything and everything else he managed to land an accurate shot upon. If his reasoning was correct that this was indeed some simple beast, they would make short work of whatever was lurking beneath the waves.

    There was no more time to be wasted, they both had work to do.

    Clicking the barrel shut once more, The ghoul held it at the ready in his claws as he focused... Mental tendrils reached out past the shore, past the reef and into the depths of the vast ocean. Down into its black depths the undead superfiend cast his psychic line seeking out one low, animalistic mind among many:

    Cuachtk'oatl




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    Re: The Sheep-Man and the Sea

    Post by Universal NPC on Mon Nov 28, 2016 12:18 pm

    Cuachtk’oatl

    It echoed in the depths like the tolling of a bell. Schools of tiny, colorful fish scattered as the call had been given, and down- down where the sun refused to penetrate, where the inky darkness encompassed all… It stirred.

    A low groan reverberated through the abysmal depths, and then turned to a dull roar that startled even the largest of sea dwelling entities. Dolphins chattered anxiously and turned their paddle-tails to dart off to safer waters, sharks gaped and fled as swiftly as the colorful schools of smaller fishes that followed them. For a few lingering moments, the sea was dead silent. Not a soul stirred where the sound had shaken where riptides were born, neither a flick of a fin nor glistening scale to be seen. The silence swallowed the whale songs, and abruptly muted the burbling of even the loudest, blubbery seal that would think to venture this far south.

    Then, there was a great rush. The ocean’s currents were suddenly forced upward as it emerged from the depths of its lair. At first it looked like nothing more than a collection of glowing points that softly gleamed out of the dark. At once they accelerated, until the water around them started to distort from the sheer power of its ascent. Massive claws tore at the water like knives, thick, sharp teeth snapped together as it gulped water in greedy breaths. Many powerful, muscled tails lashed the water and whipped the currents about into dangerous whirlpools that easily entangled lesser creatures.

    …Cuachtk’oatl...!

    …Cuachtk’oatl…!

    Who dared speak the name of the unnamed? What accursed thing thought to prickle in his skull like a thousand sea urchin needles?! Its aggravation drew it up and up, to clearer, warmer waters. It’s inky lair turned a deep blue, and the sun shone like the beacon of a massive angler above. Further, further, and further until there was a massive crash as it breached the surface. Water exploded up and out in a white, wet cloud that briefly obscured the behemoth that came to meet this affront, this upstart.

    GROOOOOAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHH!

    Cuachtk’oatl had come to meet your challenge, land-dweller.





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    Re: The Sheep-Man and the Sea

    Post by Mortis on Wed Nov 30, 2016 9:56 am

    It is here...

    A great disturbance could be felt radiating from the ocean depths. Mortis could feel it in the air, a tension that seemed to crackle like static electricity in his senses. Beneath him, Samhain fidgeted in place, a loud puff escaping her mummified nostrils. Her ear and a half swiveled out in the direction of the open ocean, all too aware of the same disturbance her master had felt the moment he had given his call.

    This monster, this Cuachtk'oatl... it had been roused and now was swiftly making its way to heed their challenge. As the ocean grew silent below, so too did it above. If there had been any sea birds fluttering around past the shore and the groupings of shallow tide pools, they had quickly scattered and disappeared. There was nothing out there now except for the lapping blue waves, and an equally blue cloudless sky overhead. A breeze swiftly passed by the duo, and for a moment the sheep-skulled superfiend wondered if it was merely coincidence or yet another ominous herald of the beast as it arrived.

    At once the ocean exploded outward in a salty white spray, the sea-beast barely visible within. Both of them could see the emerald hue of its scales and glistening white teeth as it howled to the heavens and crashed back into the water just as readily. Cuachtk'oatl was massive, even from where rider and steed stood upon the shore, hundreds of meters away.

    And therein was the problem, they were on the shore, and the sea monster was still at sea.

    ...Now what do we do?

    Samhain looked back at her master, the rotted remains of her face twisting into what the undead superfiend could only figure to be something along the lines of a questioning expression. Samhain could swim, certainly, but her talents were best utilized on land. Even if they were to jump into the ether to meet it, there were no ghosts of old land bridges or man-made structures that she could travel upon and use to their advantage. They were, effectively, landlocked.

    Sssimple, mon destriere. We do not go out to meet it, it ssshall come to meet ussss. Mortis silently replied, confident as ever. Sstay light on your feet and be ready to move, I am going to attempt to beach thisss beassstie.

    And if it favored the depths as much as it did, likely the monster known as Cuachtk'oatl would fare poorly without ample amounts of sea water rushing over its gills. The undead mare stamped a hoof as she listened, and awaited her master's command. The ghoul meanwhile, focused and directed his psychic energies out to the ocean once more; quickly seeking the mind of the massive sea monster. Then, he pooled his will and metted it out upon the sea-dwelling menace. Fins, tails, and claws would suddenly be his to control, and like a skilled puppeteer, he directed the animal to turn and charge swiftly towards the shore-line.




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    Re: The Sheep-Man and the Sea

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    Re: The Sheep-Man and the Sea

    Post by Universal NPC on Mon Dec 05, 2016 9:49 am

    Oddly enough, the sea beast had been thinking that there had been some vessel upon its waters, flimsy fodder that tasted like drift wood and crunched like brittle bones in his teeth. Instead, the sea lay just as vast and dead upon the surface as it usually was. Not even a single bird to be found daring to hover near his lethal jaws, or screeching overhead in excitement at the possibility of a bloody feast to scavenge from.

    Yet he could hear that summons in the back of his head, calling his name, taunting him.

    Cuachtk'oatl...
    Cuachtk'oatl...

    The great sea dragon roared its aggravation to the heavens, briny water spraying from its maw as its many eyes rolled and roved about the undulating, blue horizon. Who called to him, who dared?

    Then, something cold, something icy wormed its way into his mind like an eel. Slithering, crawling, it sent lancing chills down the monster's spine and skittered uncomfortably within its skull. Cuachtk'oatl had never felt such a presence, so much malice. It threatened to take control of his great limbs, a creeping, crawling sensation manifesting itself beneath his dense scales and sinking itself like hundreds of needles into the meat of his body. The sensation was maddening, unbearable!

    This enraged the great Cuachtk'oatl.

    HOOOOOAAAAAAARRRRRRGH!

    The beast thrashed and howled, fighting the control of whatever this... thing thought to burrow into his mind. He was not some puppet to be pulled around, forced to dance upon the whim of another!





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    Action: Fighting Mortis' mental domination, flip a coin: If HIT he breaks free, if MISS he fails.



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    Re: The Sheep-Man and the Sea

    Post by Mortis on Wed Dec 07, 2016 9:34 am

    From their position on the shoreline, the beast's thrashing and splashing looked like a contained typhoon out in the middle of the vast blue ocean, white sprays of water flying up into the air alongside irritable roaring and snarling. Samhain shifted on her hooves, watching the scaly behemoth as her master attempted to mentally lasso the thing and drag it to the both of them. A minute passed, then five, until-

    "SSSSS!" Her master snarled from where he sat in the saddle, a clawed hand raising to his bony forehead as if to comfort a migraine.

    Has it broken from your control, master?

    Her ear -and half of an ear- swiveled back to her rider, both eye sockets still watching the great beast that lingered in the open ocean, refusing to swim a foot from where it floated expectantly. Even from here she knew it was looking for a challenger, but even so, it did not seem to know where exactly the challenge itself had come from. Mortis hissed once more and leaned back in the black leather seat.

    It would ssseem I underessstimated thiss being'sss will. Mortis replied mentally to the decayed steed. It was oddly bemusing how easily it shrugged him off, considering it was a lesser mind, despite its size and brawn. Perhaps he was under-practiced? Or the animal was especially stubborn. He had little time to think on that matter further, as Samhain piped up. Her ears pricked forward to the scaly ocean behemoth and all its defiant glory.

    ...What now, master?

    "Hm..." Indeed, what would they do now? The animal had to be a good few hundred yards away, where the water was deep enough to sustain its bulk. Swimming out to it would be a death sentence, or a double-death sentence, considering their current states. The ghoul's head swiveled about, appraising his surroundings with a resourceful eye-socket. Upon their stretch of coast was the expected smooth sands, though further south was an outcropping of hard stone that had been worn smooth with time and the rise and fall of the tides.

    The ghoul considered them for a moment, then moved on, bones popping and ancient flesh wetly ripping as he swiveled his head in a full 180-degree arc; swiveling over his shoulder and then sitting upon the back of his collar. His bleached snout stared at the line of trees that stretched behind them. They were tall and sturdy things, with thick branches that were draped with long, thick vines. Mortis' talons tapped upon the metal of his shotgun, they looked promising... But there were a few things that made it less promising than it could be. In the background he could hear the high pitched cawing of seagulls, though he would want them to be further removed than they already were for the sake of his focus. He hissed and pushed himself away from their incessant noise, pondering the thick natural ropes a moment longer.

    Or at least he would have liked to.

    Master.

    Not now, Sssamhain, I am thinking... Mortis dismissed, mentally fanning aside the steed's prodding.

    Master, there is something drawing the birds.

    Birdsss are drawn to many thingsss, Sssamhain. Never you mind what they ssquabble about.

    Very well, master. I had thought that perhaps you would want to investigate the big dead thing just past the rocks.

    ...The what? Mortis' neck erupted into a brisk chorus of pops and crackles as his head abruptly swiveled back to its natural position. A dead thing on the shore, that could be a number of things of course. But a big dead thing likely meant some denizen of the sea washed up onto the sand. The ghoul looked back out to the ocean where the beast Coachtk'oatl had been left to soak in outraged confusion. For the moment it would likely remain, but they would have to work fast before it lost interest.

    Take me to thisss carcasss. We ssshall sssee if it isss worth the invesstigation. He coaxed the animal to turn and canter towards where the birds were starting to gather, marking the spot with their constant tight circling overhead. As they passed the rocky outcropping, what lay in wait for them became clear.

    As clear as a bloated cetacean baking under a hot afternoon sun, in fact. It had to have been deceased for only a few days, despite how tightly its skin clung to its blubber, nearly resembling a strained ceran wrapping, the black and white splotched patterns still remained clear upon its body. Or at least what patches were not already pecked at by the scavenging birds. This was possibly some sort of orca, unless this dimension had a species of not-orca, just as it had a kind of not-ghost and not-mexico that was inhabited by very aztec- but not-aztec- lizard-people. Who would have thought a melting pot of a dimension acted a lot more like a parallel dimension?

    Regardless, it mattered not. What the undead here was a ripe opportunity.

    "I may not need to drag it onto land after all." Mortis hissed to himself, a little more eager than he admittedly should be at seeing a bloated orca corpse.

    Oh...

    Her ear and a half pinned back against her neck, a sharp puff blowing from her mummified nose. Samhain's own idea of the situation apparently was not on par with Mortis', the undying mare seeming to admit a hint of disappointment in her thoughts. She thought they were going to kill this giant fish-thing together, master and steed slaughtering side by side. Alas, once again that would not be the case. The ghoul's rotted hand clapped the side of her neck in a consoling manner, soothing thoughts washing over their link.

    Another time, mon destrier, there will alwaysss be another time. He hushed, sending her another stroking sensation of reassuring calm. But there isss one thing you can do for me. I intend to inhabit thisss carcasss and pilot it to the beassst out there in the ocean. I would greatly appreciate if you look after my hosssst. The undead offered.

    Although it was not enough to drag the undead animal completely from her discontentment, Samhain perked a little at the newly appointed task. Even if she could not fight that behemoth out in the ocean, she could raise hell upon those birds.

    I could look after your body while you are gone, of course.

    Good girl, that isss the ssspirit! Await me ssshould anything go awry. Mortis praised, and before long, the ghoul's grip upon the shotgun became more a state of rigor than that of Mortis' will. The undead's body went slack in the horse's saddle, the slump in his posture and his feet within the animal's stirrups being the only thing keeping him upright. Soon after, the undead's spirit vacated the empty carcass as if he were slipping out of a set of clothes. A gaseous, malignant presence bloomed into the tropical air, and immediately the warm humidity seemed to be leeched from the air. The sudden chill sent the frenzied birds into a startled panic, and the cloud of wings and beaks dispersed for a split moment.

    It was more than enough time for Mortis to slip into the carcass they had been feasting on.

    "Enter Mortissss, fill thisss sssoullesss carcasss!" The detached spirit chanted, tendrils of spectral energy slipping into the open wounds upon the orca's corpse and down into its open mouth and blowhole.

    Within seconds the bloated animal began to stir, blubber and skin falling from it in thick putrid sheets as Mortis' aspect began to take over. Then, it tossed and turned over onto its belly, the beast's partially exposed skull warping and contorting like clay. What was once an orca now looked like a part sheep, part cetacean monstrosity; jagged teeth sticking awkwardly from its twisted jaws as it roared in a speech that clearly was not meant for such a being:

    "I LIIIIIVE!" Mortis bellowed, now situated within his newest temporary host.

    Soon after his display of supernatural power, the undead superfiend turned a rolled himself into the ocean with all the grace that could be expected of a bloated carcass, before wiggling his way through the shallows and out into the open water. With his -somewhat- streamlined body, Mortis made short work of making his way out to where the sea dragon was treading water. Alas, the orca was not large enough to match Cuachtk'oatl's size, but the undead was hardly banking on beating this creature with brute strength alone.

    The ghoul still had a few tricks up his sleeves... or would it be fins, now?




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    Re: The Sheep-Man and the Sea

    Post by Universal NPC on Fri Dec 09, 2016 5:13 am

    For a long while Cuachtk'oatl hovered at the sea's surface, occasionally ducking his head beneath the waves to rehydrate his many glowing eyes. Whatever had summoned him here, and subsequently caused that aggravating creeping sensation within his mind and beneath his scales... had disappeared.

    Although the great sea dragon was but a mere beast, it discerned that perhaps his challenger had been intimidated and decided to leave him be. A low rumble vibrated in his throat as he languidly tipped himself beneath the waves once more. Good riddance, he did not need to waste his time with beings that refused to make good on their battles. Content that his realm, his vast expanse of empty ocean had indeed successfully remained empty, Cuachtk'oatl twisted in the deep blue waters and prepared to return to the dark depths of his trench to resume his slumber.

    Yet, as he made the first stroke down towards that underwater chasm, something came into view out of the corner of an eye.

    It looked like one of those porpoises, the kind that traveled in little -tasty- pods. Cuachtk'oatl rumbled deep in his throat once more, a sound that carried upon the currents like an omen and shook the bones of the hardiest whale through their blubber. Cuachtk'oatl had grown familiar, and confident with how quickly the smaller denizens scattered at his thunderous voice. Pods of porpoises would scatter as if batted aside by a prevailing current, whales would turn and seek safer waters and the wooden vessels of those skittering, noisy things would erupt into a flurry of frantic activity as they readied their spears and hooks in a vain attempt to discourage him.

    But this one did not turn aside, his warning rumble did not brush the interloper aside. It remained unshaken upon its course, acting as if his mighty thunder had fallen upon deaf ears. Did it not see his magnificent, terrifying body? Could it not behold his fearsome jaws and sharp, hooked talons? With a gurgle the sea dragon yawed and faced this rapidly approaching intruder.

    And that was when the smell hit him.

    A great stink permeated the water ahead of this being, reminiscent of a rotting carcass that sometimes could be found upon the water's surface and had yet to sink. This... this thing resembled something that had been dead for far longer. He could see the rotten flesh that clung to it by mere threads of sinew and hide, and the ivory of the beast's skull gleamed in the sun's rays as they danced over it in wide, curving patterns that were a typical occurrence beneath the great expanse of salty water. But he had found no such corpse, or sea-beast that smelled so foul, so sickening. Cuachtk'oatl felt his stomach begin to flop and roll within his gut for the first time. His many eyes squinted and he shook his heavy, cinder-block of a head, jaws snapping and a disgusted growl belching from his chest alongside a cloud of bubbles.

    He would rend this creature apart, if only to gets its filth out of his ocean.

    Cuachtk'oatl's jaws parted wide in a roar, the ocean shuddered at the sea dragon's challenge, and then gave way its furious advance, a deep wake dipping in behind him from above as his body thrashed from side to side, rushing in eagerly to ram this affront.





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    Action: Ramming Mortis! 3c/3d



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    Re: The Sheep-Man and the Sea

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    #2 'Attack/Heal (56-60)' : 49, 39, 6
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    Mortis
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    Posts : 875
    Join date : 2014-03-22
    Location : Deadworld
    Level : 60

    Character Sheet
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    65/65  (65/65)
    Health Bar:
    650/650  (650/650)
    Stamina Bar:
    120/120  (120/120)

    Re: The Sheep-Man and the Sea

    Post by Mortis on Fri Dec 09, 2016 8:14 pm

    Mortis swiftly propelled himself through the water, his newly acquired form cutting through the currents like a missile. Behind him, the undead's putrefying nature manifested in his wake. Where upon land he left a blighted trail of black, barren earth and writhing  maggots wherever he tread, out in the open ocean the surrounding water turned a putrid, impenetrable black. Rot seeped from the bloated porpoise carcass, writhing maggots and crawling things fell from open, festering sores to tumble to the depths below in a disgusting white rain.

    Water rushed by ever swiftly, the undead's twisted body hastening and already quick swim out into the open water and towards the awaiting Cuachtk'oatl.

    He had to have been in the water for only a few moments, but the ghoul quickly came to find that the deep sea dragon had already taken notice of him. His presence stung in the great beast's senses, and its irritation shook the surrounding water in a shock wave. Perhaps to turn away would be expected of a lesser animal, as he had gleaned from the sea-dragon's curious thoughts. But Mortis was not a mere fish or cetacean, bound to their low cunning and instinct.

    He was rot, he was decay, and everything, no matter how great or small, would succumb to his will.

    As Cuachtk'oatl had roared his challenge and came to meet him, the undead superfiend refused to turn aside. Good, he thought. This being had decided to be so gracious, so foolish, as to come close enough to be touched. Bone crumpled and snapped against the brute's square nose, a cloud of putrid black fluid seeping like ink from where the carcass's ribs protruded from rotting flesh.

    "Sssssss!" The ghoul's delight frothed from him amid a tepid cloud of bubbles, his mind eagerly lashing out at the animal alongside his many jagged teeth. At once the great beast would find a soothing sensation settling itself within his mind, a psychic spell that sapped his will to fight or flee, and drained him of his drive to live. Although Mortis' lacked his talons, the ghoul's rotting touch still was a definite threat. It manifested in his teeth and the shards of bone that poked from the edges of his ragged fins.

    Reeling his skull over to the sea dragon's throat, Mortis sunk his many fangs into Cuachtk'oatl's awaiting hide, where they decayed his thick natural armor and ripped it aside as if it were tender flesh. Tearing and ripping, ripping and tearing, Mortis sought to burrow into the meat of the beast's neck.




    Mortis
    DP: 65/21 -44
    HP: 650/650
    AP: 120/97 -13 AP

    Power: Settle (tier reducer): Halves the opponent's die tier for three turns, 3 turn cooldown
    Weapon: Touch of Mortis 1c/3d, 4ap per use
    Cooldown: Domination-- 3 turns remaining, Settle -- 3 turns remaining
    Target: Cuachtk'oatl

    Action: Settling Cuachtk'oatl while using his decaying powers to burrow into the sea-dragon's neck
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    100000/100000  (100000/100000)

    Re: The Sheep-Man and the Sea

    Post by System on Fri Dec 09, 2016 8:14 pm

    The member 'Mortis' has done the following action : Dice Rolls


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    #2 'Attack/Heal (56-60)' : 5, 41, 22, 16, 58, 7
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    Re: The Sheep-Man and the Sea

    Post by Universal NPC on Fri Dec 09, 2016 8:38 pm

    CRACK!

    Bone splintered, flesh buckled, and Cuachtk'oatl's many eyes beheld a plume of inky black arose from his foe's wounds.

    First blood! Surely this foolish interloper, this affront to his great underwater kingdom, would turn away after suffering such a grievous wound. Yet, as the massive sea dragon soon found, this stinking, rotting thing was far more tenacious than the average killer whale. In fact, it did not seem to be any sort of creature that the sea dragon had encountered thus far.

    There were no such fish or whales or porpoises that looked so dead, or had so much flesh that fell from their beings and exposed bone as they swam about.  This creature, this abomination, could neither be alive nor dead. The moment that the sea-dragon's face had collided with the living carcass, a sickly sensation entered his mind again. It sapped his strength, it drained his will, and Cuachtk'oatl could not help but feel so terribly... weak. Then there was a stabbing pain, red poured into the water and mingled with the growing cloud of putrid ink that the interloper gave off.

    HUUUUUAAAAAARRRRRRRGH!

    Scales withered and fell away alongside a chunky rain of putrid flesh. bite after bite, he could feel this thing trying to dig into his neck like a parasite. The sea-dragon thrashed, clawed at the offending creature -nay monstrosity that was trying to burrow into his flesh. Furiously he clawed at it and himself, frantically trying to tear it loose.





    Cuachtk’oatl: The Sea Dragon

    HP: 700/627 -73 (after rolls)

    Action: Attempting to claw Mortis out of his neck! 2c/2d, the die damages Cuachtk'oatl regardless of whether the coin HITs. At least one coin must HIT to be successful.

    Effects: Settle - Cuachtk'oatl uses level 26-30 die for three turns



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    Re: The Sheep-Man and the Sea

    Post by System on Fri Dec 09, 2016 8:38 pm

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


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    #2 'Attack/Heal (26-30)' : 2, 3
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    Mortis
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    Re: The Sheep-Man and the Sea

    Post by Mortis on Fri Dec 09, 2016 9:17 pm

    The great beast roared and thrashed, and red spilled out from where the undead superfiend had been ripping and tearing into the animal. His teeth ripped into its flesh as readily as it putrefied scales and hide into a rotten, pulpy mash that flaked away with any slight jostle from either the sea dragon or Mortis himself. Around them the water grew dense and cloudy with the beast's blood and the decay that seeped from the undead's host.

    Within a few more moments, likely it would be Mortis' ability to sense life alone that would be able to tell him where the massive sea-dragon was. It's vitality gleamed brightly beneath the waves and shone through any and all means to impede it, if only by virtue of Mortis' supernatural senses.

    HUUUUUAAAAAARRRRRRRGH!

    Well, that or it's screaming would suffice.

    Massive claws rose and pawed at his host frantically, hooked claws managing to dig into the putrid flesh of the orca carcass and bat it free from the hole that had been eaten into Cuachtk'oatl's neck. The supple, rotten meat ripped easily away from the sea-dragon's grip, and its efforts managed to do little aside from send Mortis into a series of rolls through the water.

    "You cannot resssissst me." Mortis' voice hissed, carrying with unnatural clarity through the salty sea. "Decay claimsss everything in the end!"

    Briskly righting himself from his rolling with a swat of his fluked tail and a flap of his broad fins, Mortis rerouted himself towards the beast and made a beeline for the wound he had gouged into the side of the animal's neck once again. Ripping and tearing, he sank his teeth into its flesh and rotted the animal's powerful neck into a putrid mush.




    Mortis
    DP: 65/18 -3
    HP: 650/650
    AP: 120/89 -8 AP

    Power:
    Weapon: Touch of Mortis 1c/3d, 4ap per use
    Cooldown: Domination-- 2 turns remaining, Settle -- 2 turns remaining
    Target: Cuachtk'oatl

    Action: Decaying Cuachtk'oatl's neck
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    Re: The Sheep-Man and the Sea

    Post by System on Fri Dec 09, 2016 9:17 pm

    The member 'Mortis' has done the following action : Dice Rolls


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    #2 'Attack/Heal (56-60)' : 8, 9, 55, 16, 34, 46

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