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    The Sheep-Man and the Sea

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    Re: The Sheep-Man and the Sea

    Post by Mortis on Sat Dec 10, 2016 11:12 pm

    Yes! He could hear its screams, how it howled and cursed him! Oh what an ambrosia, a pleasure to his undying senses. A low hiss burbled from the orca's jagged maw, its mishmash of pointed, peg-like teeth feigning a wide, crooked grin. He could already feel its will starting to ebb, its strength sapping as it contorted and cried out from its horrific wounds.

    Yet, he could not stop and relish its torment. He could already hear its thoughts, driven by the madness that infected his blood and started to root itself into Cuachtk'oatl's brain.

    Down, dive... Dive deep....

    It sought the dark bottom of the ocean, the jagged trenches lined with stone teeth. It would be a perfect burial, if not for the fact that the undead knew very well that the damned lizard-people wanted a trophy, proof of his tussle to the death with this gargantuan of the sea. He would bring something back for the guards at the gates, something that would make their long faces drop open and open the city to him with all the haste of a thunder's roar.

    Thus, the undead took advantage of the sea-dragon's lack of struggling as it dove down into the inky depths, his claws acting as shovels, scooping aside Cuachtk'oatl's flesh as it disintegrated to putrid mush in his warped fins, his head thrashed side to side, the undead superfiend willing his undersea host to nearly slither ever forward, the dragon's heartbeat growing ever stronger until it made his bones shudder in the damp dark of his body.

    THUMP-THUMP! THUMP-THUMP! THUMP-THUMP!

    The rhythm hammered all around him, laying down a frantic beat that nearly matched his clawing and tearing.

    THUMP-THUMP!

    Rip! Shred!...

    THUMP-THUMP!

    Decay! Rot!




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    Weapon: Touch of Mortis 1c/3d, 4ap per use
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    Target: Cuachtk'oatl

    Action: Attempting to burrow his way to Cuachtk'oatl's heart, the attempt is successful if both coins HIT
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    Re: The Sheep-Man and the Sea

    Post by System on Sat Dec 10, 2016 11:12 pm

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    Re: The Sheep-Man and the Sea

    Post by Universal NPC on Sat Dec 10, 2016 11:23 pm

    Oddly, there would be no decaying or rotting, no shredding or ripping. The undead remained where he was, not a move made closer to the sea-dragon's mighty heart. Yet it did frantically flutter with every stroke of Cuachtk'oatl's mighty limbs.

    He may have better luck just waiting for the sea dragon to die on its own, instead of hastening its demise.

    Down, down he dove in the water. The light began to steadily fade away, the dragon diving to the twilight depths where the sun struggled to shine. Within his breast he could feel the monster that had launched itself down his throat writhing and moving, but its wounds were so great that the pain was beginning to mingle with the other slashes that grew ever more necrotic with each passing moment.

    A pained groan rumbled from its chest and the creature curled in on itself momentarily, the fever within its mind pulling his senses into a spin. The clear water grew cloudy, and the sea-dragon struggled to remember which way was up and which was down. Rotten flesh belched from its maw as it coughed and wheezed, sticking in thick streamers to his jaws and beginning to ooze from his gills.

    Just a little further, a little deeper to the welcoming darkness...





    Cuachtk’oatl: The Sea Dragon

    HP: 700/139 -126 (after Effect roll) 

    Action: Diving! In two turns Cuachtk'oatl will reach the bottom of the ocean.

    Effects: Putrefaction- 3 unmissable die are suffered by Cuachtk'oatl for each turn Mortis remains inside his body.




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    Re: The Sheep-Man and the Sea

    Post by System on Sat Dec 10, 2016 11:23 pm

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    Re: The Sheep-Man and the Sea

    Post by Mortis on Sat Dec 10, 2016 11:35 pm

    Whatever this beast was made of, it certainly did a good job of keeping him from making any progress on his journey. He could hear the creature's heart all around him, thudding, beckoning. Just as the sea-dragon was driven mad by the decay that ate away at its body, Mortis too was beginning to grow ever aggravated at how this creature simply refused to die.

    Or at least die on his terms.

    Thus the undead superfiend decided that it was time for a change of plans. If he could not get the creature to die at sea... Perhaps he could will the creature to die on land.

    Its will was already starting to sap with all of its illness and suffering, the toll of the ghoul's presence within the monstrous leviathan becoming steadily more visible as it dove down into the dark depths of the ocean. While before the ghoul figured it was simply too strong, too healthy to bent to his will - as odd as it sounded. Yet, was it not already a strange position, being inside a perishable creature and yet being unable to rot his way to its heart?

    Focusing his psychic energies, the undead reached out to Cuachtk'oatl's mind, lacing his will into the creature's very synapses. His limbs were strung upon unseen strings, as a powerful will commanded it... to go back, to go up and swim towards the sandy shoreline instead.




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    Power: Domination - flip 2 coins, HIT HIT is a strong domination, HIT MISS is a weak domination
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    Action: Attempting to make Cuachtk'oatl swim to shore
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    Re: The Sheep-Man and the Sea

    Post by System on Sat Dec 10, 2016 11:35 pm

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    Re: The Sheep-Man and the Sea

    Post by Universal NPC on Sat Dec 10, 2016 11:53 pm

    Down, down into the dark depths, down into the crushing fathoms the sea-dragon went. Toxic, putrid sludge bubbled from his maw in thick slimy lines alongside a cloud of black, disintegrated flesh.

    The fever burned in his mind and muddled his thoughts, and the decay that swept through his body brought an unnatural cold to his body and chilled like ice and clung to his bones. He could hardly breathe, with the thick black slime that drained from his gills and clung to them in a thick film. In fact he hardly had any gills to breathe with, as they started to wither and blacken from the necrosis that rapidly swept through his body.

    He was being devoured from the inside out, brought to his figurative knees by some... malignant corpse, the long-decayed carcass of a killer whale. While Cuachtk'oatl struggled to fathom how it could come to pass, he knew ever so clearly that this was going to be his end. This creature was poisoning him, as had lodged itself unflinchingly within his breast like a parasite. Though as he sank ever deeper into the ocean's welcoming depths, he felt something slithering through the haze of his fever, something icy, something that latched into his psyche with a thousand dagger teeth.

    He remembered this thing, this presence that sought to control him before. With what was likely the last of his strength, the sea-dragon struggled up the willpower to fight this unseen taskmaster, and regain possession of his body.




    Alas, his fight was indeed his last, for while the great sea-dragon had managed to shake away the icy grip that sought to puppeteer his limbs and control his body like a child played with their dolls, the exertion was too great for his ever slipping state.

    Necrosis finally worked its way throughout the entirety of his body, shutting down his organs, polluting his blood and suffocating his mind with its insatiable hunger. A final groan escaped the beast as his glowing eyes faded and rolled back under scaly eyelids, slipping closed as the beast grew limp and dead.

    Cuachtk'oatl was no more.





    Cuachtk’oatl: The Sea Dragon

    HP: 700/-1 -140 (after Effect roll) DEAD

    Action: Fighting Mortis' psychic hold! If HIT, Cuachtk'oatl is successful, if MISS he succumbs to the Domination.

    Effects: Putrefaction- 3 unmissable die are suffered by Cuachtk'oatl for each turn Mortis remains inside his body.




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    Re: The Sheep-Man and the Sea

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    Re: The Sheep-Man and the Sea

    Post by Mortis on Sun Dec 11, 2016 3:00 am

    Even with the very last of its strength, this damnable beast still could rebuke his efforts! An irritated hiss escaped the undead superfiend, bubbles jiggling out from between his jagged teeth to rest at the top of his self-made tunnel through the sea-dragon's flesh. Yet, it appeared that at once the same amount of effort to fight his control over the beast had been all the strength that Cuachtk'oatl had left.

    In an instant the beast drew its final breath and grew silent, it's heartbeat steadily dying off from its hurried flutter.

    THUMP-THUMP! THUMP-THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!... Thump! Thump!... Thump... Thump...

    And then silence.

    "RIGHTEOUSSSS!" The undead howled within the hollow of the sea-dragon's breast. Though it would only be heard by him, as the exclamation, despite its vigor, was heavily muffled by the dense layers of rotting flesh and thick scales that engulfed him like a necrotic cocoon.

    But the moment life began to leave the massive beast, Mortis' will lashed out and entrenched itself into the newly made corpse, anchoring himself into its brain, worming himself into its limbs like one would slip into a new set of clothing.

    Dead eyes fluttered open, an ethereal glow illuminating the dark ocean depths.




    Meanwhile, on shore...

    Clip clop, clop clop, clip clop, clip-shff!

    Heavy hooves stopped suddenly from where they paced upon golden sands, ceasing walking a long circular path that had been indented into the shore-line. Hoof-prints covering hoof-prints, every so often punctuated by a miniature crater that held the shattered remains of a crab in its center. Since her master had swam off inot the middle of ocean to fight that big scaly thing- the big scaly thing she wanted to fight with him, she had been pacing at the edge of the shoreline, forced to keep her righteous fury at a listless idle.

    The sheep-skulled visage of Mortis' host sat slumped on her saddle, claws still stiffly gripping the shotgun in its claws just as it did when he master possessed it. It gently swayed from side to side as she paced, feigning the appearance of life.

    Her head picked itself up from where it hung as she had been pacing, her remaining ear swiveling towards the open water.

    There was a disturbance, something out there had changed dramatically. No longer was there a massive pulsating signature of life, the sea-dragon's ever burning life force extinguishing itself like a small sun. Now there was only one presence out there among the ever lapping waves, a single familiar mind that she regarded fondly. Perhaps one of the only minds she regarded fondly. Her bony whip of a tail swayed once and a low snort puffed from her dead nostrils, and immediately she reached out to contact her master's icy embrace.

    You succeeded!

    Yesss, Sssamhain. The beassst wasss no match. He proudly replied, though his presence felt as if it were controlling something large and heavy, a body that was far larger than the bloated orca that they had happened upon earlier.

    I will be in control of the beassst'sss carcasss until we reach the city. I would prefer if you hold onto my hossst a little longer. The ghoul added, and not too long after the deep blue water started to bow upward. A massive wave formed just off shore and rapidly approached not too far away from where Samhain was awaiting, glowing eyes peering from the membrane of saltwater that covered the sea-dragon. It's square snout pierced the film as it breached the shoreline, clawed limbs digging into the sand like massive shovels as it lumbered out of the ocean.

    Immediately his horse trotted up to greet him, ears pricked forward and rictus grin ever present. Though it edges seemed to have turned slightly more glad than off-putting. Although a smiling horse in general like put off any sane person that had the misfortune of witnessing it.

    My sister awaits your command to return, Master. It is unfortunate I could not have helped you kill this thing.

    She commented, seeming to look over the behemoth with interest. How did he kill such a thing, she wondered... And in the same thought decided it did not matter, the fact it was dead was pleasing enough to her.

    Yesss, I am notifying them now. Your sssissster sshall be with usss momentarily. But while we wait... Her master seemed to be struck with an epiphany, as one scaly limb was drawn up to pick at its shoulder. Dozens of scales covered its body in a thick, all-encompassing armor, green with vibrant purple stripes stretching themselves over its limbs and down its back. There was one that he knew would greatly enjoy such colors. Thick talons wedged themselves under the scales that formed a stripe and lifted, peeling away the rows of scales like one would de-feather a bird and watched as they fell heavily into the sand. Scutes of green and purple fell all around, but there were a handful that caught the beast's roving eye. There were some that were two-toned, purple on one end and green on the other. He silently directed his horse to retrieve these special scales from the ground.

    Each one of them had to be as large as a man's outstretched hand. They would be perfect for a certain little girl back in the city. But, just to be safe, he asked his horse to pluck up a few of the pure purple ones as well, pointing out only the most deep and lustrous shades of violet. By the end, his horse had an entire mouthful of scales, held delicately between her strong teeth.

    They would be washed once they returned to the city, and the ghoul would select the best out of the bunch to send back to his brother's family alongside his letter, and a photograph of the massive creature.

    ...I think I see my sister arriving out of the trees now, brother. Your sheep is with her.

    Indeed, Angemort's skeletal snout poked through the dense vines and roughage, and a fluffy black body sprung forth from it with a happy bleat. And she just as quickly turned and retreated behind her undead guardian, unfamiliar with the form her dearest Ma had taken.

    Oh dear, he had forgotten about that.

    I think I ssshall abssstain from continuing out journey to the city for a moment longer. Be patient. He mentally rasped to both Samhain and Angemort.

    In a single gasping breath the sea-dragon collapsed to the ground, mimicking peaceful sleep as it returned to its deceased state. Whispy supernatural vapor curled and blew from the beast's jagged teeth, drifting up and over to his host as if carried by a breeze. There was a low sigh, and Morts' spirit resituated itself within his true host, the spindly visage of the sheep-headed undead straightening in the saddle and gripping the rifle in his hands with unnatural life. The weapon was holstered in the bucket at Samhain's side for the moment, and he nearly jumped down from the mare's back to reunite with the distraught black sheep.

    "Ssssh, ssshhh... Woolie come here, poor dear. I didn't mean to sstartle you." He soothed as he stepped around Angemort's rear, kneeling down to embrace the bleating, confused creature. All the while he cooed and muttered to it dotingly as he consoled the animal that he considered something of an adopted daughter. "Ma isss sssorry... Ma isss sssorry..."

    The ewe nuzzled her face into empty pit of Mortis' stomach, large amber eyes looking up at her and squinting shut as the superfiend ran his claws through her wool and gently stroked between her ears. After a few minutes of consoling and affection, the ewe propped herself up on the undead's thigh with her little hooves and gave his chin a small lick. She forgave him, all was well. Though as she looked back at the sea beast, her ears pinned against the sides of her neck.

    There was still some explaining to do...




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