Looking behind herself briskly, Reine didn't so much warn the others about her new plan, as instantly start performing it. Reversing a good thirty-five feet back towards the enterance, she turned her waste only to let off an unussually underpowered blast of sonic energy from her taloned fingertips. It was aimed at the moldy humanoid form towering over them...
Sonic Energy Missile
3d6-3=9 (Sonic Type)
Not exactly effective. Maybe she was just trying to get it's attention?
And yes, I'm controlling Reine now. Kodos says so. :u... Also;
Iku is next since Fjore is still outside.
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This could have come out a lot better, but I'm feeling a bit sick and just really wanted it over with. Also didn't want to wait for too many people to post. Sorry. This lagged enough, though.
The battle was long and consisted mostly of Reine kiting the Titan into buildings (which promptly collapsed around it) and ultimately into the various lava (or magma? I mean, you were technically underground) pits while the rest of you held off the legions of the Undead.
The recovery of the remaining corpses was far less eventful and even more boring. Other than a few stray zombies, nothing remained to challenge you. Bia had been thorough in her rampage all those centuries prior.
On returning to Worldbreaker Keep you were told by one of the Dragonkin to prepare yourselves and your loot for tomorrow was Tribute Day and you would be presenting your gifts to the King of Rape, personally. Also he informed you that you would be getting some new recruits. The Titan remains, as they were demanded of you, were confiscated.
Eros sauntered off with the other Atrocity Maidens, still deeply engrossed in the creation of her Mysterious Construction.
Eros Vicea, Atrocity Maiden, withdraws from society...
Eros Vicea, Atrocity Maiden, has claimed a tanners workshop!
The rest of you went off and did whatever.
And, luckily for the Gnoll, true to her word Hevisa had His clerics Restore his nads.
Gnoryc found himself confused by the feelings he got around Hevisa and some of the other Succubi. He thought Humanladies were for eating...
Tribute Day was upon you. It was held outdoors, at the foot of Mt. Therion itself. The Worldsmasher himself was laying, slightly on his side, upon a large Adamantine platform itself supported on the hands of two kneeling Stone Colossi which you estimated had to be at least 60 feet tall when standing upright. Hevisa, clad in little more than a leather bikini, and Skade (in a plate bikini and cloak) tended to Him, caressing, scratching, licking and kissing various parts of his neck and head. Towards the side of the platform was what could only be called a massive bowl filled with women and children, all with their limbs torn off and healed so as to prevent their escape. Now and again Therion would reach in and toss a handful of screaming victims into his maw. Whenever the supply got low, several Succubi would fly in and deliver more of His "snacks."
Off in the sky swarmed thousands of Succubi, Undead Dragons, and other winged horrors.
There was room between him and the spectacle for people to come and present their gifts. Then there was the spectacle.
The spectacle defied words. It was shock horror writ large. An indescribable orgy of death and violence. It reminded Fjore of home. It was not the Abyss, but it was the best approximation anyone had ever created.
Grand King Barendd Umomdatan Zuntirsamam's, lord of the Dwarves and master of the Blackfire Mountains, arrival was accompanied by the shaking of the ground and the sound of thunder. He himself arrived in a massive throne being carried on the backs of numerous Dwarves. His gifts followed behind him. Two massive Stone Colossi, each towering 70 feet tall and carrying massive stone platters loaded with masterwork Dwarvencrafts. Therion yawned, apparently unimpressed.
High Queen Allas Raduk Gusildurad, Queen of the Gusildurad Dwarves, presented him with something he seemed to enjoy rather more. A legion of ancient Deep Crows trained not only to carry warriors into aerial combat (as demonstrated) but also to sing 'brutal' renditions of various Bardic songs praising Him and his 'endless badassery.'
Therion seemed to appreciate this. The fact the Dwarfqueen was spilling out of her dress didn't hurt her efforts, either.
All-Watcher Jreengus, Lord of Kobolds, Master of the Gray Mountains, Lord of the Mines, The Great Wyrm, Favored Priest, and so on and so forth, came after Annisa and others had presented. He presented Therion with countless jewels and gems, as well as with news regarding the "tunnels," whatever that meant, and status reports on operations in the Deadlands. Both news reports seemed to please Therion greatly.
Last of His favored to present was Grelier, the Fleshmonger. His current form was a horrifying mismatch of parts from countless creatures, all lumped together in a vaguely humanoid and completely asymmetrical form. He presented Therion with various monsters and Hevisa with a single large creature resembling a nightmare combination between a centipede, a scorpion, and a shark. She seemed to like it, even offering Grelier sexual favors, with the caveat that he choose a form with something resembling functional sexual organs.
A long parade of tribute-giving followed from other minions, some familiar to you some not. Then came Therion's sons. Nothing too memorable, as far as you were concerned, from most of them, except for two.
Angfesh, second eldest and most favored of His sons, presented Therion with the ripened fruit of one of his many breeding projects. The Red Dragon had succeeded in breeding a viable new form of Chromataic Dragon. This Gray Dragon, Ssejultros as Angfesh had named it, resembled, somewhat, a Red Dragon with more spines, no horns, a Gray hide, and a forked tail. Ssejultros demonstrated his talents before Therion, including his sonic "breath" attack. Therion seemed quite impressed and pleased with his son's gift.
Then came Sedistra. The eldest of the Worldsmasher was accompanied by three undead "beauties" and before him the crowds seemed to thin. You could feel his presence almost before you could see him. He felt Wrong. Horribly wrong. Other and Alien. It was not a pleasant sensation. Your skin crawled. You wanted to vomit. Even His Demons and other minions, witnesses to and perpetrators of countless horrors, seemed visibly unnerved in the presence of Sedistra. Eros had been in his presence before, but the revulsion never seemed to lessen. He made her soul scream. She was no doubt grateful for the company of the other Atrocity Maidens, and her mistress Melina.
You imagined it may have had something to do with his appearance. The Red Dragon's hide seemed oily - slightly slimy - and had a slight purple hue to it. His body was otherwise normal enough (albeit covered in glowing green Psionic Tattoos that gave off a green mist) except for his head. His eyes were featureless white orbs and where his maw should have been were instead four massive tentacles. It called to mind an octopus.
It called to mind an Illithid.
Another parade of presenters followed, and then it was your turn.
Sedistra's presence, off to the side, still made you all feel very uncomfortable, but the love/terror/awe you felt in His presence helped mitigate it. All of you presented your slaves and gifts recovered from Akhea together, except for Eros. She was to present with the other Atrocity Maidens while the rest of you were considered your own little unit. Therion and Hevisa seemed bored with your offerings.
"Your gifts suck ass." Therion explained, before suddenly bringing a massive hand/paw/claw down on Reine, crushing her into a fine red paste. "Try harder next time, shitheads. Or else."
As your gifts were collected/escorted off, you were told by Dragonkin to remain where you were to await the new members of your "faggotry brigade." No one seemed to miss Reine much.
They were being escorted in by two Dragonkin in heavy armor. One was a female Human who seemed to be Hevisa's equal in the chest department - something Therion and Hevisa clearly noticed. The fact she was wearing as little clothing as Hevisa didn't diminish their attention, naturally. The other was a emaciated looking but well dressed male. He appeared human enough, but on closer inspection he seemed to be one of the following; a Tiefling, a plague victim, a Transmuter with a fondness for self-alteration, or an Abyssal Sorcerer.
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Or, to put it less briefly: the young male's eyes were amber, with a slitted iris - like a cat's or a snake's eyes, and a pair of slightly-deformed horns grew from the sides of his skull, erupting out of a mass of poorly-treated hair that, along with his diminutive build and conservative-yet-ostentatious dress, gave one the overall impression that he would be more at home in one of the various 'civilised' magical academies than in the middle of the King of Rape's tribute proceedings. He looked, then, like one of those damn faggot elf wizards.
This first impression was severely undermined by the chain tied around both his wrists and those of several attractive young women. The chain seemed to cause him no major disadvantage, but at the same time it forced several of the women into exotic positions.
In a voice that seemed to jump constantly and absurdly between hysteria and a disinterested monotone, he spoke: "Lord of Rape, I've brought and arranged these women in positions I hope will be pleasing to you - erm... I hope this meagre gesture is to your liking."
Which was absurdly short for a dedication, really, but what did a few sluts really warrant?
Therion smiled and turned to Hevisa. "Did I give the mongrel permission to speak?" "No, I don't think You did." She replied, a manic grin on her gorgeous face.
"Your offering is acceptable, but barely, little mongrel." Therion purred before giving a nod in Giacomo's general direction. Hevisa was upon Giacomo in an instant, pinning him to the ground, her claws digging into his wrists and drawing blood. She licked his face before addressing him. "You will speak when spoken to while in the presence of the Worldsmasher, mongrel!" She barked before digging her claws in deeper. "Am I clear, shitlick?!" She spat, literally, before smiling flirtatiously at him while rubbing her lower body up against his. "And you enjoying this or do you have a very small dagger in your pocket."
"You may respond."
"I am enjoying this but I can stop myself enjoying this if He wishes for me to not enjoy this but I am enjoying this in summation only if He and wishes for me to enjoy this and yes you are clear my Lady."
Bloody typical faggot elf reaction, too.
Karin prepared herself after seeing how Hevisa dealt with the other new comer, and she hoped her gift was more pleasing to Him. She gathered the nerver to get her presentation ready and continued with it.
The sandy blond stepped forward, breasts swaying with the movement, and summoned a cart that was carrying a human sized replica of Therion made of obsidian and encrusted with rubies. There were women chained to the statue, one in the the mouth, one under each paw, and one being dragged along by the tail. When the cart stopped and all the gifts ontop of it stopped with it, she lit two candles in the eye sockets and laid herself prostrate in front of Therion.
"Oh, great Worldsmasher, please accept these whimsical gifts that I present to thee, including my own self."
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Therion seemed at least mildly amused by this one. "Eh. It'll do." He waved a paw dismissively as the Dragonkin carted off his gift. "Hevisa, this Human cow is as big as you are." Skade laughed while gesturing towards Karin.
Hevisa kneed Giacomo in the groin before pushing off him and sauntering over to Karin, pulling her in close, deliberately squashing her breasts up against the blonde's, her claws digging into Karin's rear. "You're an busty little cow, aren't you?" She purred, clearly talking to Karin's breasts and not her face. "You think you're hot enough for Him? For me?" She was in angry mode now, her claws digging in. "Because you're not. You're just a disgustingly overendowed little whore." Hevisa growled, not noticing any irony in the statement despite having more or less the same build.
Hevisa slammed Karin onto her back before laying on top of her, still squashed up against her, this time pinning her arms down over her head too. "Stupid little Human." She laughed before spitting in her face. "You like this, don't you, little wench? You like the attention, don't you? That's why you dress like a cheap little harlot and have the audacity to offer yourself to Him. You're just a filthy little cumdumpster, right?" She spit again, although she was seemed more happy-angry than angry-angry.
As ever her insults were launched without a hint of irony.
The impact with the ground made Karin's breasts shake. She was pleased with Hevisa's advances. As Hevisa insulted her, Karin let out a soft moan as if to reply to the beautiful Succubi. Her thoughts were blanking out as Hevisa's body rubbed against hers and Karin started to rub back. As her thoughts started to clear a little, she was able to reply to Hevisa properly.
"Anything to please the Lord of Rape, O beautiful Hevisa."
"You're a trashy, fat titted, little whore." Hevisa spat before slapping Karin hard across the face. The Wizard got a fresh reminder of just how much stronger Succubi were than Humans. A little harder and she'd have been picking up teeth.
"I love trashy fat titted whores." She added before kissing Karin deeply, her clawed hands still pinning Karin's own.
The kiss was better than sex. Karin never wanted anyone, anything, as badly as she wanted Hevisa right now.
Therion seemed to be enjoying it.
"Did you like that, little mane?" Hevisa purred before releasing Karin's hands and sliding down a bit, licking and kissing at Karin's cleavage. "Do you want me, little mane? Do you think you are hot enough for me? Because I need a new pet, my old one broke." She lifted her head up to smile at Karin before grabbing Karin by the hair and smacking the back of her head down hard against stone ground. "I ASKED YOU A QUESTION, SOW!" She screamed, clearly not happy with not having an instant answer.