RP:Quenching the thirst of Chaos
Gorkall :: Cheers and blood-thirsty shouts rang out through Gualon. Beneath the starry sky two combatants beckoned for the others blood as they brought pain and suffering among themselves and each other in a futile war in an attempt to end one another life. The larger of the two combatants was a behemoth among men. A two ton, eight foot, green-skinned Ogre who was standing before the smaller Draconian with a wicked snarl curling across his visage. The beast wielded a large nailed club in his right hand and a demonic-skulled staff in his left. Sweat poured from his body and blood stained the Guardians armor that he donned. Both of the fighters were exhausted and worn but the Ogre seemed to have the upper hand. Jerking his maw open he released a spine-chilling roar and shook the arenas ground as blood, saliva and bits of flesh flew from his mouth and landed across the pallid face of his opponent. Gorkall stomped forward in a berserker charge as he gripped his club tightly and brought it in a heavy arc towards his foe. The draconian readied himself for the blow and tried to dodge but found himself too slow. The wooden club made contact with his skull and a loud pop echoed through the stadium. The nails pierced through the scales of the draconian and his eyes popped from their place. Gorkall grinned now and raised his club into the air. The lifeless body of his foe clinging on like a piece of mere meat as the Champion of Gamorg beat his chest with his staff hand. The Orcs through the area cheered and yelled foul sayings for their champion while the humans and poorly clothed elves booed the future king. He turned in circles as he admired his fans before slamming the lifeless body to the dirt below sending a cloud of dust spiraling. The horned Ogre spit on the body before him and turned to make his way to the edge of the arena.
Awne wasn't quite sure what had made her come out this way, well no, she knew, but after a while the idea of herb hunting left her and her feet kept walking. No matter, seemed there was something entertaining at least. White tail flicking the lioness makes her way to a seat, setting the basket down and pulling her coat closer to her, wondering what fighters there were today when she actually recognised one, the ogre. Oh he was not going to be happy if he saw her, gulping the feline pulls the hood over her head quickly, pulling the rest tighter around her as she took notice of the other ogres, oh this was so bad for her. She watches the fight, trying not to wince and give herself away but when the eyes...oh she nearly lost the soup in her stomach from lunch, still..he..faught well? that was a good fight wasn't it? she claps with the others around her, black gloves making little noise but the thought was there at least; he certainly was a strong one that was for sure.
Trishtar had followed his wife to this location, taking to following her on andom days out of boredom...he always did like stalking her, made him feel like they were back in the days when they had first fallen in love. Sitting a few rows behind her, he was sure it was her because of her smell, he watched the Draconian's life come to an end, and snorted while trying to hold back a laugh amongst the loud cheering. He did not clap, for it was no doubt a rediculously easy win. After all, he himself had nearly killed the Ogre a few weeks ago...and was the only reason that he was able to fight in the arena today. How he had managed to get his eyes back though after being burst open by his own tears...was something he was not concerned with at the moment. The fact remained, he was unimpressed with the fight and felt that the draconian must have either been drugged...or weak. Just in case anything should happen again though, he had made sure to bring jars of water attached to his hips, this time ten in all. Now all he would do is sit, and keep a watch on his wife...making sure no harm would come to her.
Lisi slammed the mug of ale down on the table she sat at as the beast's face finally settled into her mind. She growled under her breath as her ears fell back and her tail bushed out in anger. He must be full of himself, she thought as she watched him unleash his fury out on his opponent, who wasn't even given a chance. If he even so much as try to lay a finger on her this time, she'd have a bow through his heart.
Iktomi came running into the arena, all the noise catching her attention. Upon the sight of the Ogre, she grins and joins yelling with the orcs. She cared little for draconians except for one. But after the ordeal she went through lastnight and this morning, well, its only right for her to cheer for Gorkall. Besides, she has had a fondness for the future king and in her eyes, he was the king of Gamorg. Catching the scent of Awne, the lioness growels and weaves herself amongst the Orcs with her nose in the air. Trishtar was ignored for hte lioness has never seen him before so she keeps quiet and refrains from judging the dragon. He two would not know who she is, unless Awne has spoken of the lioness to this husband of hers. But a thought came to mind but she kept quiet about it. Lisi was not taken notice of, for Iktomi had eyes for Gorkall and only him. "Your the beast, Gorkall! Show everyone what the King is about!" she yelled at the top of her lungs.
Makenaka was sitting near the roof of the arena watching this Ogre doing battle. He was such a force to be reckoned with that Mak had a fun idea. He twisted his hand and begun channeling energy through it that twisted like a snake around his arm as the Chaos within himself began to emerge the energy wrapping itself around Mak as he spoke loudly so everyone could hear him. "The Dark Lady brings forth the night to cover the light. I bring forth her minions of such a night. Fermin and Vermin alike I call to thee!" With an exceptional crack in the air a rift of chaotic energy rips from the ground twenty feet from Gorkall. Three Fermin Raiders step out and charge immediatly toward the beast. Mak simply cackled as he lowers himself to the field behind the charging Fermin. This would be an interesting place to try his newer abilities out. His mind twisted and muttled together the mubbled phrases to fixate his mind upon what to do.
Gorkall pumped his fists into the air and released his victory cries. The Horned Ogres eyes catching sight of Iktomi and his snarl turned swiftly into a lustful grin. He also took note of Trishtar higher in the stands but was able to fight back the negativity that had rushed through him. He kept his smile and paid Lisi only a quick wink. The Ogre then suddenly heard a strange voice. The rowdy crowd of the arena seemed to die down as Gorkall turned to face a newcomer. Makenaka had begun to spawn chaotic creatures and the Champion had little time to react before three of them were charging towards him. The patrons of the arena were confused at first but seemed to quickly catch on to the bloodlust of another battle. Cheers rang out again loudly. The Ogre felt his lip twitch as he tried to think of a significant action. The beings were getting closer. Another roar was heard to the side of the arena as another Ogre plunged into the fighting area. Og, the four-armed Ogre berserker brethren of Gorkall made himself known as he charged at the trio that seeked to battle with his future king. The behemoth tackled two of the chaos fermin to the ground and began to pound both of them with two arms each. Gorkall took note of his allies notions and quickly gripped his staff and club before more of the chaos beings could be summoned. A blue aura illuminated from his bracers and a similar red from his stave. The Ogre shouted a curse as he charged to the remaining Chaos Fermin. Slinging his staff a large bolt of electrical shock was flung in a ball towards the creature as his right hand swung the spiked club in a massive down motion towards the rat.
Awne frowned at the voice, turning her head around to look for the person when the feel in the air shifted. She felt the pull within her own soul when the chaos energy crackled to life and spawned the beings into the arena, the being following. Dark magic....she wondered if he could sense her too like she sensed his energy. She stands though in surprise, hooding falling as she looks on wide eyed and terrified for her friends safety "og!" she cries out, drowned by the crowd, she knew he was strong he'd be okay...he would...he would..
Trishtar saw Iktomi, and did indeed take not of her but payed little attention. It was mostly just to put a name to a face, and nothing more. Though at her yelling he had to give off a snicker. Her king was nothing more than a baby...even though he held some respect for the male. At the voice though from the crowd, he only rolled his eyes and sighed. Some other fool who was trying to harness energy that had already been banished from the land....yet somehow it still remained in this individual....interesting. A labotomy might be in order in the male's future. When his wife stood up though, he glared to her and sent a thought to her mind. Dammit all he had hoped to stay hidden from her.
Iktomi stomped her feet at the sight of the crack in the ground and the Fermin Raiders. She growled and snarled, the lioness having no idea where they came from or how the crack in the land came to be. "You can take them! Show them who the real boss is!" she yelled once more along with the beasts around here. The look the Ogre gave her made her heart melt and the roars he bellowed were only accompanied by hers as well. Oh how she would love to chew into the Fermin, but she knew she couldn't. The law of her father was still with her. Og was given a smile as well, knowing he only meant to help his brother. "Come on Og! Show your people what the power of your kind can do. Don't let the King down!"
Makenaka laughs as he watches the fermin be eradicated. his smile never faultering he began to open the rift quite a bit larger. Mak let loose a very loud raging scream that wavered on the insane side. The rift cackled and there was a very ominous silent that follwed it, then there it was a loud whoosh and yet another whooosh. A sound echos through the stand as a Wyvern steps through the rift. It stands about thiry and five heads tall and has a wing span of forty and six feet. It's teeth looked very sharp for a creature that crunches on bones. With a high pitched scream it charges Gorkall, it's head leaning into the run. Mak laughs as he watches this huge beast charge the smaller ogre. leaning down to grab a rock no bigger then his hand he flings the rock with ease right at the temple of Og. No one would interfere with this. His chaotic grey eyes filled with energy as he stood there raising his hand to consolidate energy into a small ball that would explode with intense force should anything go wrong. Mak would have his fun one way or another.
Gorkall laughed as he smashed in the skull of the chaotic fermin. The loud crack of his skull was followed by a strange occurrence. The fermins body seemed to evaporate into thin air. Gorkall arched a brow but suddenly felt his heart stop. The Ogre slowly lifted his chin and allowed his dulled gaze to settle upon the figure of a beast. A Chaotic Wyvern rose from the earth below and Gorkall felt his breathing grow heavy. The patrons of the arena all turned from cheering to shouts of horror and fear as they pushed each other out of the way and trampled one another trying to escape to safety. Amidst the Chaos the Ogre found himself the target of a full-forced charging ram by the Chaotic being. Tossing his staff and club to the ground Gorkall quickly reached to his back and unfastened the heavy leather belt that held his massive shield in place. The full-iron cast shield fell to the ground with a loud thud and Gorkall quickly turned around and knelled to pick it up. It took both of his arms and almost all of his strength to lift the shield. Spinning around he held it forward and placed his left foot before the right in a protective stance. ~Smash!~ The sound of bone and metal clashing together rang out around Gorkall and he found himself being pushed back. His feet dug deep into the dirt as he tried to maintain his balance while being pushed by the massive beast. Gorkall felt his muscles straining as he yelled loudly in pain from the jagged rocks of the Gualon streets cutting deep into his feet and the pressure on his left arm from keeping the shield prepped up. Og had turned to look to the newcomer as the two fermin he had annihilated disappeared into thin air. His good eye turned to face the Chaotic Wyvren but his gaze was broken as a rock his his head. He raised his top right arm to rub his skull. Og being an Ogre raised by non-ogres due to his debt with Diyuir all that time ago was nonaggressive to the tosser and simply let out a low dumbfounded. "Ow..." It was around this time that Og had taken note of his future king under fire and roared. The being charging towards the hind of the chaotic beast he leapt to the leg and began to climb the bones with his top two arms and bashing against the creature with the lower two as he tried to make his way to the skull of the dragon to get it off Gorkall.
Awne looked around her quickly at the voice of her husband, he was there?? quickly she pulls her hood back over her head, but had made a dash for the arena's rail looking down more to the four-armed ogre "Oggy!!" she cries out, that large beast could kill them both! She watched at a loss, she knew the damn king-to-be was proud but her oggy would accept help! then it was just a matter of how...she gasps and moves around the arena to be above the king-to-be, oh he'd hate her for this. still she removes a glove, flattens herself to the ground and extends her leg arm; her hand glows brightly in golden energy, the light shooting downward to the ogre before moving to his shield first to add a second barrier to it then around him to keep him safe. Og...he'd be okay, she'd just have to hope her dragon would help him.
Trishtar was not stepping in to save Gorkall or help him, he was doing this for Og. As soon as Awne made her energy known he knew he would have to talk with her later but immediately soaring down to his wife's side, he takes out five of the water jars, and breaks them...making all of the water collect together. If it worked once, it would work again. Concentrating with the energy befitting that of a master who was over an Eon old, because he was indeed that old, he made the very large ball of water go towards the Wyvern. SHould everything go as planned, if the shield disrtacted the Wyvern and Makenaka, the water would surely find it's mark on the behemoth's mouth and start to suffocate and drown it. The water was more than enough to do so, seeing as it was enough to completely engulf it's head.
Iktomi looked on in horror of the giant Wyvern. She has only seen a beast like this once in her life and it was under very good control. The lioness did not run, she remained in place and dodged those who ran for safety. She will have a few bumps and bruises, but she wasn't going to leave Gorkall. She came to far and has seen him progress, and she wasn't about to stop. She was with him till the end. She let loose a threatning roar to Makenaka, debating if she should do something or not. Until she made a choice, she watched the soon to be king her heart poudning in her thorat now, fearing. "Gorkall, pierce its heart! Its like a dragon, pierce its heart and you will kill it!" she yelled to her King. for once Iktomi was happy that Awne was helping. She would never admit it, but she was happy and her heart eased some, but hte worry increased as every minute went by. She growled at Trishtar, but his help was welcomed for the time being. Iktomi was helpless for she only used her claws and teeth to fight with. She would have to take on her lion form just to do that, and so she does. The lioness jumps into the area knowing she could use her water magic, but she wasn't going to use magic around Gorkall. She wasn't that stupid.
Makenaka lets his face show slight shock as the ogre took his shield and saved himself from becomming dinner. "Hmmm this is interesting..." His words trail off as he turns the Chaos in his palm into a long ethereal staff made up of Chaos. He would surely have to fight should the ogre break the Wyvern. The Wyvern racked it's head back and forth bringing it's wings downward as well lifting it slightly enough off the ground to attack with it's hind legs. The wyvern too focused on Gorkall would not see Og, but with the way it's wings were berating the area it could be dangerous for him to sneak in behind the Wyvern. Mak looks to the crowd seeing everyone scatter like vermin. "Muwhahahahaha Cire will be so pleased." The Chaos he was creating was bringing more power to him then he had before. Order would not be known here today, only Chaos. His eyes focused upon everyone leaving and muttered a loud incantions aiming to destroy all the exits. "I am the Master of Chaos, through Cire's will I will enjoy this." His words can be heard even to the deft people and animals. Now noticing a force of Order in the room his eyes turns slightly to Awne as he lets a very dangerous looking smile upon his face. "Hmmm Kitty Cat... I haven't had that kind of meat in a while...." It was a warning, that was apparent. Mak showed no sign of fear either with the dragon next to her. Mak's eyes lit up as he saw the water hurls towards the Wyvern, "This will be interesting." The Wyvern's muzzle become concealed behind the water. immediatly it goes still. Then as it was a being of Chaos and like Cire appearances and shapes change and the Wyvern's body seemed to dissolve and appear next to Mak. The water would still be hovering in the air near Gorkall. "Maybe that water will fall and drown the ogre?" He spoke softly. The Wyvern lowered it's head to ground level and Mak stepped up onto it's head as it began to rise up once more. "I see you know a little about magic." He let loose an unearthly scream again and two more rifts appeared around himself bringing forth yet more Fermin Raiders. "Now the real fun begins." Hovering higher in the air off the Wyvern's Head, all the beasts began to charge forward to attack.
Gorkall gritted his teeth tightly as the force of the beast made the bones in his arms pop in pressure they were ready to give out when suddenly he felt the pressure release and suddenly found himself covered in water. Shaking his head the behemoth looked to see Og falling. Somehow the Wyvren had managed to break free and Og fell to the ground hard. The berserker going unconscious as he landed. Gorkall felt sorrow sway in his head as he stared to his fallen comrade. Unsure if he was still alive or not Gorkall instantly felt his hide grow hot with anger. He raised his shield high and slammed it into the ground making a nice piece of cover as he took a few steps back to regather his weaponry. He turned to face Makenaka with an emotionless expression as he rose into the heavens. The words of the Chaos Master fell on deaf ears as Gorkall's eyes flashed with a wave of electrical charge. His hide began to glow a soft aura as Aramoth's Blessing began to coarse over the behemoth green-skins body. His hide grew thicker and his mana stronger. The bracers on his wrist charged with energy and sent small bolts of lightning and infernal sparks flying to the ground below. Gorkall gripped the stave and club tightly and took a deep breath. His head fell to face the ground as his breathing grew erratic. His chest heaved, in and out, in and out, in and out and the shocks began to grow stronger. It was the largest amount of energy Gorkall had been able to summon thus far. His mind began to ache heavily with the magic that infused itself within him. Twitching and rocking Gorkall bit into his lip until blood began to run heavily. As the Raiders were summoned Gorkall slowly raised his head. Upon opening his eyes they now reflected only a pure white. Gorkall, with Aramoths help had summoned enough mana to turn him into a sentient of energy. Enough so much, that is actually had the possibility of killing the Champion after the ordeal ended. But until then, Gorkall would serve the god of war and fight. A group of raiders charged near him and he swiftly smashed his club into the cranium of the first. Unable to jerk out the spikes quick enough he let the weapon fall with the deceased. Raising his free hand a streak of bolts flew from his finger tips into the eyes of another. The fermin screamed in pain and grabbed at his eyes while Gorkall raised his foot and released a powerful kick into the creatures chest. Another came and was dispersed with a slap of the demonic-skulled staff across his visage. The raiders continued to charge but Gorkall set his eyes for a higher prize. His chin raised now to face Makenaka. No words were spoken as he raised his right hand to the Chaos Master and charged a large ball of electrical mana. Upon release the force was strong enough to knock Gorkall backwards. He landed atop of Og's body, his right horn penetrating the poor clothing that the berserker worn and only a bit through the flesh. Gorkalls' breathing had stopped and his green-hide turned an elusive pale. Though as the seemingly lifeless body lay stiff the massive mana charge seemed to be heading swiftly to its target. Locked onto the figure of Makenaka, no matter his dodge.
Awne turned her gaze upwards at the words, he wanted to eat her?? like hell that was happening.. Still she saw her friend fall and really that was it for her, she gasped and lowered herself, oh it was going to be a long fall, but shifting partway in the fall she turns to land gracefully on four paws instead of two legs that could have broken. she rushed forward, white fur glinting in the light to skid beside her fallen friend, shifting again she rests her hands to the four-armed ogre, hood fallen again long ago, removing the other glove she taps the ogres cheeks "og...oggy wake up please.." she says softly to him, voice heavy with worry, pushing at this side she tries to get him to his back. She looks over to the suddenly crazed and charged ogre king, and then up to the male above, she waves her hand over her and the ogre, gold energy shimmering as she sets up a barrier to protect them both, continuing her efforts to wake him, hands glowing blue now as they rest on his chest "come on Oggy...come on you'rre too strrong to be killed frrom a fall.."
Trishtar felt his blood boil at the warning from the individual towards his wife. This had gone far enough. Accompanying the energy shot out from the Ogre King, he focuses on the ball of water and slowly chanes the molecular structure to that of ice. Grinning, he hefts it towards the chaos sorcerer before slamming his hands together as the ball gets closer, and breaks it into icy shards that would surely tear through any sort of flesh at the high velocity they traveled at. They traveled at the same speed as the mana charge it seemed, razor sharp edges aimed for the Wyvern and it's rider. The sound of the gigantic sphere breaking was loud, loud enough and sudden enough to catch any person off guard to try and find where it had come from if they wernt careful enough. Every so often though he would look back to Awne to make sure she was okay, but also kept up with the direction of the Wyvern and rider.
Iktomi stopped in her tracks and watched Og. She roared and was starting to run up to him when Gorkall fell on him. She slid to a halt and looked the King into the eyes and she turned away, eyes now on the Wyvern and its rider. The over grown lioness digs her claws into the ground and prepares to fight and loosing battle. She was proud and happy to serve Gorkall and she will die trying for him and the clan. The sight of Awne beside Og, angered her, but she had other things to worry about. Keeping her life and keeping the Ogre King happy with her in the choice she just made. The giant lioness guards Awne for the time being, only for the sake of Og, and to lash out at anything that gets close. Her claws are lagre and sharp and her teeth are jsut the same. She was ready to sink them into flesh and taste blood once more.
Makenaka felt the energy aroudn him change so suddenly that he began to think faster then normal. It was apparent that had finally gotten serious. Mak feels the presence of another diety near himself and realizes Aramoth's Blessing being placed upon someone. This could be a blessing or a hidden dagger he hadn't decided yet. Watching this ball of energy coursing it's way through the air towards himself followed by a ball of water...now ice... now shards of tiny icr fragments bent on harming him. "Hmmm..." He had mere seconds to think before swirling his hands around and channeling energy in front of him and his Wyvern, forming a portal that would pulll the shards into it and send them to the Chaos Realm. Nesmisis would be very confused to find Ice there. As for the Energy ball, it was too much for the portal so he had made sure it would pass through. The dragon seemed to have been upset at the words he called the White Feliness of order so her barrier would need to be ripped to shreds. As the ball finally came close enough he took his hands channeling Chaos to them to absorb part of the energy from it to reverse the direction of it and aim directly for the barrier that was set up for the Ogre with whom he hit int he head with a rock. This other feline like lion would be in the way to, so he now floated down and set crossed legged upon his Wyvern's head. "I guess it is time to be serious." Reaching in his robe he pulled a Mask with no eye slits or anything just a circular mask with swirling energies moving around on it. His voice echoed. "I am now going to stop playing and end this fast." Pulling his arm back he channeled energy to his palm and made a very thin like spear of nothing but chaotic energy and hurled it directly at Og. The mana ball should have enough power to break the barrier and if not the spear should puncture both the barrier and the defenseless ogre.
Gorkall had been still for what seemed to be hours thought it had only been minutes. The Gamorgian Champion felt his eyes lids peel heavily back as they looked about. He caught sight of Awne but was unable to make out her figure as his eyes rolled to the back of his head and closed once more. His horn was still pierced into Og who had awoken from his state. The Berserker looked to Awne and smiled. "Og.. Miss Awne. Og need..." His words were cut as the spear of Chaos was able to pierce through the barrier. It stuck Og in the chest. The bolt of energy piercing through his heart. The Berserker tried to release a yelp but couldn't. He was being choked by his own blood which began to slip over his lips and down his neck. The Berserkers eyes rolled slowly to the back of his head and his breathing stopped. Og was dead.
Awne screamed, eyes wide she didn't what to pull at first, deciding she pushed at the ogre king first, her hands pressing to the fallen ones chest as her eyes watered, tears streaming. Barrier dropped her aura flared high and strong, gold and silver light that she pressed into the ogres form, grabbing desperately for the ogres life force, grasping to tie it to her own to keep him present until she could heal him fully "og!!! Og don't go!!" she screamed at him, her aura burst higher, desperation at such a close friend slipping through her fingers, she was burning through her reserves to heal his body, to keep his soul where it was. "Og!!" she screamed "Og stay with me! please!!"
Iktomi growls in rage and nudges Gorkall to get a move on. Yes, Og was dead, but the Ogre King needed to save himself if he was to save his people and city. Quickly the lioness spun and and a fountain of mist covored her body and when it vanished she was in her elfs clothing once more, and forming a spear from ice. She told herself she would not use magic, but this has gone far enough. She takes a deep breath and throws the spear toward Makenaka, praying to the god of war to let it peirce the man and distract him. 'Shut up house cat. Nothing you say can bring him back. Shut up and fight for him, or continue crying and look like a fool." Iktomi had enough of the felines crying so she spoke up in a firm voice with little emotion in it.
Trishtar now had really had enough. Moveing to stand. The shards, having been under his complete and utter control the entire time would not be going into the portal this day. Mind over matter and all that, he was a master of it. The shards would loop around the portal and continue their trajectory to the male while the Dragon pushes off of the ground at neckbreaking speed and soars straight towards the male. In any other situation, he would consider this a suicide attempt but there was something he knew that Makenaka didnt. He had five more Jars. Throwing one after the other towards the being he balled his hands in a fist, then expanded them...breaking the jars as the water spills out once more and joins the other shards. Now, there were so many shards that his view of the ground would be blocked, as well as his view of the dragon, the ogre, and felines. As the wall of shards ripped through the air he would secretly go up above them at such an angle that would be in his blind spot still. Hearing Iktomi's words though, he growls and makes a mental note to skin her hide when he got the chance to. To the depths what the ogre king did, no one talked that way to his wife. FOr now his attention was on the chaos mage, as he watched the shards go ahead of him...he pulled out his wand and looked up at the sky. If he needed to, he would pull water from the clouds, but for now he watched and waited.
Makenaka was finally irriated. His eyes changed from grey to gold though no one could see this due to the mask. The Wyvern disappeared with a deffening crack send Mak hurtling to the ground. It looks as though he would crush his legs, but not even ten feet from the ground he slowed and landed in a crouch. The shards that were hurtling toward him shot right through his body. His eyes stared on forwards as his body had become incorporeal during the fall. Stretching his arms all the way out he consolidated two balls of solid Chaos in his hands. The radiant pulse it gave off was so loud it could make the ground shudder. his eyes flung upward hearing the chaotic air moving around up there. The air had so much Chaos flowing through it that he was positive he could detect an ant moving along thr ground. "Dragon... Land yourself or lose someone close." He raised his hand ball of chaos pointed directly to Awne's Temple. "These travel faster then the eye and faster then anything alive." His hair was a bright gold that shown like a bright blonde that seemed to ripple in the non existant wind. "I have claimed blood for this day..." Pointing to Og the ground seemed to constantly soak up his blood. "Cire, and the Dark lady will be proud. As for Aramoth... Be warned... War brings Chaos. I am Chaos." His eyes fell to Gorkall.
Gorkall shifted from his position on the ground. His eyelids peeling back once more. He tried to shake his head but found his horn stuck in Og's stomach. A quick jerk back freed him. The Ogre was confused as he rose to stare around him. He was still weak and exhausted but allowed his gaze to fall onto Makenaka. 'claimed blood?" His dulled gaze turned and in a flash of horror he saw his fallen brother. Og was laying motionless in Awnes arms. The woman trying to no avail to bring the Four-Armed Berserker back from the afterlife. Gorkall swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat. His lip quivered as he felt a powerful emotion. He never knew his compassion for Og was this strong. Things around him went quiet after Makenaka had finished his speech. The Ogre pushed himself up from his seated position and turned slowly to face the Chaos Master. Gorkall did not heed the warning, he cared not of his own life at this point. He only wished to end the life of this foul being. Gorkall continued an approach on Makenaka until he was a mere six or so feet from his opponent. His voice was low and firm. "How about your grow a pair and fight like a man, you scrawny bastard." He pointed backwards to Og and snarled. "You take the life of one who has not an ill motion towards you!?" Gorkall raised his left fist into his right hand and cracked his knuckles loudly. "Be a man of honor, Filth. Fight me until one of us takes our last breath. None of your filthy mana. I'll even let you wield a blade. For you now owe a blood debt to the Ogre of Gamorg." Gorkall jerked to give an intense stare of hate to Makenaka and his voice rang out in a fierce shout. "And I will not rest until that debt is had!"
Awne wailed as she rocked the ogre glaring hate and daggers at the feline "shut up you sorrrry excuse forr a feline!! Oh darre you speak to me in such a way when my brrotherr lies dead! You didn't know him you furrless bitch!" she shreaked at her, grief and pain filling her heart, sobs return as she hugs the body tighter, the more energy she burned the fainter her light glowed, the more tired she began, and then she felt something at her temple that made her near faint. the opposing and contrasting energy making her stomach roll, her energy shy away and move towards it at the same time. Her gaze turns to him slowly her hand moved, mouth opening in another silent wail, her body felt like it was moving on it's own as it brought light energy to her hand, and shot it towards him; blood debt....he didn't know her og...he was -her- og, her friend, her guardian, her brother if anyone was owed a debt it was her! "give me back my brrotherr!" she growled at the being, her eyes glowing bright as she stood, bringing her other hand and doubling up the energy, aura flashing again, claws growing, hair turning wild as her fur ruffled, turning half feral.
Trishtar blinks as he heard the threat and started to descend down to the earth but moved out of the way as he saw what transpired below. First he had to fight back laughter as he saw how much anger his wife had let loose at the other female, then grew increasingly worried as he saw what transpired next. Quickly moving to help stead the Ogre king, he then moves next to Awne and calls the shards now, though doesnt make any attempt to show what he was doing. In fact, it would look and feel like he was doing nothing yet now the shards would be coming at him from his back...should he become intangible again, he would be in for a very unhappy surprise when he finally re-solidified. Water or ice in the bloodstream, lungs, liver, kidneys, and heart and brain would not be good at all...because that is what would happen to him. Hed stop the shards right in his dissolved body and wait for him to become solid again. FOr now, he had nothing to say to Iktomi.
Iktomi stood up straight and looked on to Gorkall. Before he moved forward, she stepped up beside him and spoke softly to him. "Give the man what he deserves. If you wish and with the help of the hosue cat, we can remove Og. my heart is with you and I will back you up on whatever it is that you wish." her voice was calm and full of emotion for once, it was easy to tell the lioness was in love with the ogre. "Be strong for you people, your city and your clan, King Gorkall." She waited his reply, for now the moment was his and his alone. She turns to Awne, "I did not need to know him if I knew Gorkall. He is not your brother and I am not the feline here. I am jsut a lion, nothing like you. Your insults are poor and do not bother me for they are mere words. And to correct you, I am not a bitch because I am not a dog." Iktomi smiles some and turns back to Gorkall.
Makenaka 's words were short and simple as he stared at the dragon. "Release your magic. I cna feel the air and everything in the area due to the Chaos that permeates this place." His body looked as though it was nothing more then wifts of smoke. "As for your challenge Ogre. I am not skilled in the ways of Hnad to Hand or in a skill of Weaponry. So no, I do not accept your challenge. This game of competition has been very enjoyable. I was able to claim some blood for Cire, and honed my skills further for the service of the Dark Lady I serve." His hands still holding the balls of Chaos seemed to pulse every step Gorkall had taken towards himself. "As for you of the Order." His words were to Awne. "I am sorry for your loss, but Death strikes at any time and is not merciful. It must have been his time, if not me maybe a snake bite or something." His words showed his true age. Makenaka had been alive more generations then most of the denizens of Hollow. The light would finally have reached him and he smiled and extended his arms basking in the light before closing his fists together and shattering the chaos balls sending the light plus his own chaotic energy right back towards her.
Gorkall twitched his left eye as his challenge was declined. He wished only to rush the bastard and end his life. Yet he could tell that with the way the creature looked that simple physical attacks could have no harm against him. So Gorkall lowered his arms for now. He would have his revenge on Makenaka. He would make sure Og's life was not in vein. Gorkall took a deep breath and shook his head to Makenaka. He couldn't form the words needed to express his feelings to this 'Chaos Master'. He instead turned away from him and walked slowly over to Og. The behemoth felt his eyes water but he wouldn't allow a single tear to fall before these lower races. He took a deep breath and waved his hand in dismissal to Awne. He reached down and with all of his might took his brother into his arms and allowed his torso to fall over his back. Gorkall struggled to keep his fallen brethren up but he couldn't just leave him here with these people. Gorkall would return with his weapons but as he heard a loud crash of more battle behind him he simply continued his way east. He wouldn't waste any time to defend these outsiders. After all, he had a funeral to go too.
Awne didn't have the strength, she didn't have the energy to push back, so she dodged to the right, and would have tried again, anything, but she saw the other move...to her brother. She bared her teeth and rounded on the ogre, lions protected their own, guarded their pride, and she was the matriarch of hers. She saw red still, she didn't care the ogre could kill her, no; only saw him try to take her family. she rushed him, grabbed his arm and latched on with her claws, scratching and biting "let him go!! let him go dammit! put my brrotherr down!!" she screamed into his ear, scratching, biting, hissing, growling; tears falling again "let him go!! I won't let you take him frrom me again!!" she screamed, he took him once and look what happened, no..no not this time, no her brother was going home. with her. "og!!" she screamed again, pushing at the body, trying to free him. free him from someone that had kept them apart.
Trishtar looked at the Chaos man once, held his finger to his mouth, and moved after Awne at a breakneck speed. Gods be damned if he let that bastard walk away and leave them for dead. He would not spare this man twice. Tackling her out of the way, the shards that had been coming towards Makenaka now zoomed overtheir head and were aimed directly at Gorkall...over fifty thousand shards from the ten jars of water aimed at the legs, head, neck, of the king...but not towards Og. They would cure neatly around him and all of them would come from Iktomi's direction. WIth any luck, this double edged sword would work. The Ogre would never suspect he would put his life or his wife's life in danger just to kill him off, no...if he survived...he would hopefully think it was all from Iktomi.
Iktomi growled and raised her hand. She took the water from the clouds and air and formed a wall of ice, protecting Gorkall from the ice shards. The lioness snarled and growled to Trishtar, "Don't be such a coward and fight Gorkall face to face. Not with sending shards to his back." For once, her magic came in handy, but she never used it often and kept it hidden from her master.
Makenaka sighed softly and before he had even noticed what the stupid lion had done he yelled a deffening roar that should have never come from a man. "Bastio!" was the word that rang out sending a ball no bigger then Mak's hand between everyone blasting a concussive blast that could send everyone flying into the many directions of the arena. Quickly muttering to himself he flung open four portals doors. "Today we met today were gone and tomorrow is yet another day!" The portals opened in each direction that a person could fly. Trishtar's Portal is a room with no exit. Gorkall's would be to the mines in kelay. Iktomi's is to Sage forest. and Awne's would be to kelay Tavern. Mak's eyes flared for seconds after this happened unsure what would happen now.
Gorkall clinges tightly to the body of Og as Awne clawed at himself and tried to tug the body away. Gorkall would not allow his brethren to be taken from him. Emotionless he continued on his way and took no heed of Trishtars ill deeds. In fact he knew nothing was happening until he felt a large blast against his bag. Still gripping the body tightly Gorkall flew through the portal nearest to him and soon found himself in the dark, damp confines of Kelay Mine. His eyes shifted about and he smiled upon seeing Og's body beside of him. Considering no other were around he felt tears begin to run down his visage. "No worries Og... I'm going to get you home buddy. No worries. Og. Strong... Og. Strong." Gorkall found himself babbling like that of a child. He rest his horned head against the lifeless body of Og. Tears falling from his eyes to Ogs chest. He wept for a while, until finally he raised up and scooped his friend into his arms and set off to Gamorg.
Awne gasped as she went flying, and away from the dragon at that, but also...away from her ogre. "og!!" she screamed as she was blow away, tumbling into kelay tavern, panting and disheveled, she looked around her with wide eyes, "no...no" she mumbled continuously. he was taking him again, he was taking her og and he was taking him to never let her see him again, he had said it, he missed her...that..that ogre had stopped him from seeing her!! he didn't look at her when trish had been taken to jail, he didn't look at her and it was that ogres fault, no...she was not going to let him take him again "og!" she cried out, rushing out the tavern without a backwards glance, she knew where he would go and she was damn well going to be there to stop him. she gathered what energy was left in her; light bubbles floating around her, glowing bright before she vanished. She was -not- going to lose him again.
Trishtar gave Iktomi a murderous look and was about to attack her himself when he found that he was being flung back into, of all things, an enclosed room. The first thought that came to his mind, was Awne. Every concievable thought one could have on protecting their mate was being thought about Awne inside his mind, all rage gone from his mind. He would start beating at the walls, as hard as he could to try and get them to break.
Iktomi was sweapt off her feet and would find herself in the forest she was born into. She hated that place and would quickly be up on her feet and finding her way back to Gamorg, where she felt safe and comfortable. The lioness was just a beast after all.
Makenaka took a deep breath and looked at the arena. "This has been a very long day." Fumbling in his robe he brought a vial out and began to call up the blood that Og had spilt upon the ground. The blood flew slowly to him and found itself in the vial. "Well now there is two races of blood I have collected. We shall see how long it takes for the world to realize Chaos cannot be banished from someone's heart." His eyes reverted to a simple grey and his hair changed back as well. Opening a small portal himself he stepped through. He had a dragon to tame.