RP:The Death of Gamorgs Champion

Gorkall was kneeled before the great statue of Aramoth. A single monk of the war god standing beside the behemoth Ogre with his hand placed on the beasts shoulder. The monk was muddering to himself and Gorkalls breathing was heavy and his body tense. Covered in fresh blood the Ogre seemed to be out of his mind as he listened to the sounds of battle going on around the temple.

Awne slipped into the temple quickly, drawing her hood back to look out the doors, she swore she had that feeling of being followed but there was never anyone there. She was starting to dislike coming to Cenril since those pirates took control but...well..she loved this place. Looking around she wondered where exactly she had found refuage, quietly padding into the light to gaze up at the tall statue in awe, she remembered this place..heavy breathing caught her attention, ear twitching to it as she watched the ogre and the monk. The blood on him...oh she hoped that wasn't his or someone she knew. Stepping back quickly to the shadow she attempts to hide, brushing her white cloak around her a bit more, watching them.

Gorkall began to shake as the Monks Prayers continued. The behemoths teeth chattering together heavily enough to make a cracking sound echo through out the temple. The warriors and monks of Aramoth stopped their conflicts to turn and face the preceeding. The Monks voice became clear as it rang out. "Aramoth, Your son has done thy bidding! The forsaken people of Gualon now lay down to be consumed by the earth! The men were slain mercilessly! The woman without a care! The children with quick ease! The blood you so vengefully call upon has been spilled! Lift your curse from this ones mind! The pact is sealed and the deed done! Release him! Give him the freedom to continue serving you! Give him your blessing! Heal him, Lord Aramoth! Heal him!" Finishing the calling Gorkall erupted into a frenzied war cry. The foundation of the temple shaking as his body jerked into the air. The statue of Aramoth began to glow as a bolt of energy is sent raining to the Ogre from the horns atop the brass statues Helm. The warriors and monk chanted in praise as Gorkall curse was painfully eradicated from his being. The male dropped to the floor with a heavy crash and lay motionless for a few moments excluding his breathing. The monk continued to praise Aramoth and his deeds as Gorkall was freed. The blood covered Ogre finally pulling himself up after a few moments. Reaching up to wipe away some bile that had spewed from his lips he raised himself and stared to the statue from behind sleep deprived eyes. Recalling the past evening of slaughter brought a wicked grin to Gorkall's face as he turned to leave. Yet as the warriors and monks of Aramoth continued their battles Gorkall caught sight of one figure amongst the shadows who seemed to be unwilling to fight. Gorkall grinded his teeth as he reached down and pulled the single handed axe from his belt he flipped it into the air a few times before swiftly throwing it in a fierce arc towards the newcomer. If they were a follower of Aramoth they would deflect the blow and retaliate, any others... would hopefully have luck on their side.

Awne watched in odd fasination, the ogres mind had been cursed by the god? why? for bloodlust? she needed to read up on the gods...she couldn't recall one that did something like this. She gripped her cloak tightly, having to stop herself from rushing forward when the ogre was struck and fell back; how could they chant like that! he was hurt!...wasn't he? Her fears apparently were unneeded as he stood and was fine. Breathing a sigh of relief she whispered up a soft prayer of thanks to her goddess. Eyes closed, if it were not for her sharp hearing and a strange sound in her ears...she swore she heard Og, she never would have looked up to the axe. Gasping she raised her hands before, bright golden light emitting as she placed a barrier before her, the axe bouncing off of it to clatter to the floor. Face eluminated from the light she stared wide eyed at the ogre, lips parted slightly in that way of shock and unknowing of what to do next.

Gorkall arched a brow at such a excellent use of magic. This was none of the temples followers. Seeming to have drawn more attention than expected Gorkall approached the newcomer and felt his heart drop as he saw it to be the healer. "What are you doing here, White one?"

Awne stared at him still, before finally snapping herself out of it, pointing a shaky finger at the door "I...I thought I was being followed...I came in herre to escape forr a while..I didn't know you werre in herre.." her features smooth as she glances to the on-lookers and grabs his hand to pull him to the shadows a bit more "arre you alrright? that bolt didn't hurrt you? you fell so harrd..

Gorkall let his eyes narrow as he bore his teeth to Awne. "You choose a bad place to come, Healer. What I share with my god is none of your concern. I suggest you leave. Now."

Awne 's ears folded back against her head "I didn't mean to intrrude!" he always managed to rile her up somehow. Her hands clench into fists, eyes narrow and finally her foot stomps. yes. stomps. "Stop glarring at me. I'm tirred of it, we'rre not enemies anymorre you come to my home looking so deprressed and worrn out, you'rre even worrn out now! I can see it! when was the last time you actually had a good nights sleep?? I show worrrry and carre about you and what do you do? you glarre at me! and you barre yourr teeth!" her tail twitching "I'm tirred of this Gorrkall, I don't even know why you do that to me." to her knowledge he didn't do it to anyone but her, at least to those she knew too.

Gorkall seems to ignore Awnes words as she began to make a scene. The Ogre reached down to her left leg and hoisted it up tipping her upside down by the heels. He would then proceed to walk outside of the temple and set the feline down gently. Careful not to harm her.

Awne yelps as she found herself grabbed, stepping back to get out of his grasp but then..well suddenly the floor was a cieling, and then it was not the temple. Once righted again she gives him a questioning look. He bared his teeth, he glares at her, then picks her up and puts her down so gently? what was going on with him??

Gorkall offered Awne a pleading look and would proceed to simply shake his head. "Must there always be dramatic events with you Healer? It seems everytime we meet something harmful comes from it."

Awne frowns at him, nearing pouting at that "It's not my fault my good intentions arre neverr rreceaved well by you." she looks to the doors and sighs, grabbing his wrist to move a bit farther so they wouldn't disturb the others. Turning back to him in an ally way she folds her arms over her chest "why do you trreat me differrent then everryone else? is it because you still think of me what you did when we firrst met?"

Gorkall grunted as Awne took his wrist and began to pull. He hated being tugged around by this feline, in public of all places. It made him look like a mere child. Gorkall leaned against the wall of bricks to support himself and tilted his head to face the sky. Another snowfall had begun as Awne spoke to him and he felt confused. Lowering to face her he presented a puzzling look upon his visage. "Treat you different? How so?"

Awne 's ear twitched away a brush of snow that had fallen to it "you grrowl at me, glarre at me, barre yourr teeth, you yell often lately." she was gesturing to him, ticking off the things on her fingers "even with miss Lisi did you do those things? You show morre rrespect to otherrs than to me! and of all things you call me a house cat that, that..that...that poorr excuse of a feline orr whateverr she is calls me! I'm a prroud lioness! I could eat a house cat if I ate meat!"

Gorkall still seemed puzzled by the entire ordeal. "Your a proud lioness? As in a queen of the jungle? Yet your a vegitarian? Hmm..." Gorkall couldn't help but laugh at this display before reaching to his battle torn hood. He pulled it over his head to help shield some of the cold that quickly settled in with the snow. "I treat you no different than any others as far as I'm concerned. Lisi was my slave, and will be damned lucky if I don't decide to make her mine again." Gorkalls left eye twitched as a thick fog presented itself with his exhale. "I would also appreciate it if you kept such foul wordings of my mate out of my ear shot, Healer."

Awne frowns at him, why should she offer that? everyone and there mother it seemed in hollow spoke ill of her husband wether or not she was within earshot, and his so called mate was a poor excuse of a changer to her breed. She parts her lips to speak to retort and tell him such but she only growls and and moves to the wall before him, leaning agianst it; she couldn't do it, she didn't have it in her. "She's not rright forr you." she says instead, glowering at him.

Gorkall kept his eyes to the ground as it began to pile snow. The Ogre crossing his arms to keep warm. "Oh?" He hummed to himself. Allowing a moment of silence to pass as he closed his eyes before speaking. "What makes you say that? Because you're not fond of her? Because you've only seen her in an angry state? Because you wish to see me in sorrow? To be honest, I'm a bit curious as to how you could possibly begin to imagine who or what is right for me. You hardly know me and have no idea what Iktomi and I are like when we are alone. You fail to realize the lineage I come from. I am lucky to have someone like Iktomi on my side. It doesn't matter what you think to me, For I love her. I believe I will always love her. We are from two completely different worlds yes; But what is so wrong with that?" Gorkall had raised his head to face Awne now and half-uncaringly awaited a response.

Awne 's expression hadn't changed "because she's rrude, she believes herrself betterr than otherrs because of herr association to you, orr some superriorrity complex she deals with. She see's otherrs as lesserr than herrself. I don't know yourr lineage you'rre corrrrect, nor do you know mine, but I will say that you could do betterr. Trrish and I arre frrom differrent worrlds, that harrdly matterrs norr is it a factorr. It is my belief, and will continue that you need yourr opposite to help to keep you betterr as yourrself. She doesn't act like any rrace, while I suppose that could be conciderred unique I find it...annoying." she frowns at him "you could do betterr, of any rrace I'm surre, if you trried orr found someone worrth changing even a little forr." her tail flicks by her foot while an ear twitches snow off "you can love herr, but I wonderr if you arre settling because you feel therre's no otherr chance."

Gorkall seems unphased by the healers words. He had enough of his self-pity trips these past few months and honestly found it a blessing to have Iktomi by his side. Awne was right in the fact that there was no other chance, but Gorkall wasn't settling for that. He was settling because he loved Iktomi. But then again; Was he settling? Gorkall longed for the days of blood and war without the worries of the world on his shoulder. He missed the days before chasing the crown of Gamorg and in general he had even considered allowing the village to simply fall into an Anarchy. He didn't like having his two personalities. He missed simply going into the Kelay Tavern and roughing up anyone who gave him a foul look. Yet now, here he was becoming one of the sophesticated beings of Hollow. The very thing he dispised. He was wearing normal clothing more often, neglecting his own dialect, and even finding a peace of mind with the other races of Hollow that his kind once waged war upon. The Ogre was ashamed. He had changed, for the worse in his own opinion. He gritted his teeth on and off making his jaw flex as he grunted. "I do as I please. I need no others by my side. To have Iktomi is simply a well deserved bonus in my life. If her heart were to stop, I would feel pain. But I would get over it. To love is weakness... To love is weakness." Repeating himself in a low voice Gorkall found himself questioning all of his motives these past months. What had he become?

Awne frowns deeper, maybe she shouldn't have spoken her mind. Sighing as soft mutterings catch her sharp ears she pushes off from the wall and moves back to him, resting a hand on his arm "I'm sorrrry...I shouldn't have spoken my thoughts..I didn't think it would upset you so much...love is not a weakness, it's a strrength; it's a gift we'rre given to sharre lifes joys and harrdships with...if you love herr than I hope you two will be blessed." she tried, she really did try to make that senciere.

Gorkall felt the heat in his body rise as Awne placed her hand on his arm. It took all of his will to hold back the feral growl that rose in his throat. Instead he simply pulled away. "You're wrong. Love is a weakness. When you love, you lose. When you lose, You're heart breaks. With a broken heart you cannot move on happily. You cannot proceed to advance your life without thinking back daily to the lost ones. It breaks your will, your power and you mind." Gorkall found his hypocritical statements biting into his mind as he spoke them. He loved Iktomi; Yet here he was claiming it to be a weakness. He shivered as the snow continued to fall before leaning back up to the wall and turning his head to face the rise to the Temple of Aramoth.

Awne reached out again, he wasn't going to do what he always did this time. "you may not carre but I atleast know what it feels like to lose loved ones to death orr otherrwise and while it was crrippling pain to be without them I'm still standing, and I'n strrongerr forr it. It hurrts to lose, but you walk away knowing the pain and arre strrongerr forr it, it's not a weakness. When you'rre in love..you feel like you would willingly fight orr kill whomeverr to be nearr herr again don't you? that being nearr herr brrings you a peace you neverr thought you'd find? That's strrength! having someone else to help you when it's needed most, to sharre in the emotions you wouldn't let otherrs see."

Gorkall let his growl become audible this time. His questioning of why he even befriended this one rushing through his mind. As she spoke he simply shook his head. "Then why do you try to get me to see Iktomi as a bad thing healer!? Ugh. I don't know why I'm wasting my time on this with you." Gorkall then turned and set off to the path away from the Aramoth temple. He was heading back to the deeper portions of Cenril, a new look on what he has become washing over him.

Awne rushes after him, tugging on his arm to try to get him to stop "I'm...I was trrying to get you to see that you can do betterr! therre's otherr women out therre!" She growls faintly "would you stop forr a moment! I keep speaking my mind to you and we always end up like this! I worrrry about you and yourr health and that includes yourr love life, I don't carre forr herr and while we arre good enough of frriends." she pauses to growl again "not even frriends if we go by yourr statement, but I don't believe herr rright forr you!"

Gorkall slammed his right boot into the snow covered ground and jerk his arm out of Awne's grasp with ease. The beast snarled to her and grunted. He seemed to relax only a bit. "There are other woman out there for men. Not beasts. Open your damn eyes, Healer. I'm content with where I am so stop pushing on me!" He spit to the ground below as he wiped some of the fresh blood from his face that seemed to have seeped down. He hated it when Awne tried to stop him or pull him places, yet she always seemed happy to do so. Gorkall simply shook his head and rested his right hand firmly on a battle-axe. "What do you want me to say!? What would make you happy!?"

Awne snarled right back at him, ears back against her head "that you'rre not a damned beast! you'rre a living being! you'rre not differrent just because of yourr rrace! stop being an ass and you'd find people wouldn't mind being yourr frriend!" she motions to his hand on the axe "I'm not a thrreat to you get yourr hand off of that thing." she glares up to his eyes "I want to see you happy, that would make me happy, you need to figurre out who you arre and stick with that instead of flititng back and forrth between good gorrkall and pissy gorrkall."

Gorkall couldn't hold back his frustration any longer. The hand that was on his axe snapped from its hold and lunged towards Awne. The massive palm striking Awne in the throat as he wrapped his meaty digits around her and sqeezed tightly lifting her into the air much as he did Lisi the previous week. His eyes began to twitch and his voice raged out from behind gritted teeth. "Why can't you leave well enough alone!? I am an Ogre! I will always be an Ogre! I don't need friends. I don't need love..." Gorkall hesitated for only a moment before his next move. "... I don't need you." He would then proceed to twirl his arm backward swinging Awne with it and tossing her into the air only to catch her torso with his right hand and slam her into the snow. Realizing the forced he used was quite a bit. He felt his heart sink. He stared to the beautiful white feline, who almost blended in with the snow. A mix of emotions betraying him. The horned Ogre felt tears of anger well into his eyes. He clinched his fists and only hoped that he hadn't killed the woman. Yet he decided to keep his current state. He realized what he was, and what he must do. A dark voice emitted from the behemoth. "Tell your damned dragon I'll be waiting for him this time. I will make sure he sees love, is only a weakness." Gorkall then turned to proceed down the pass. Heading to Gamorg to prepare for the inevitable battle to come.

Awne had figured the hit was coming eventually, usually did with him. She had managed a quick breath to try and ease the pain or the lack of conciousness that may come, she wondered at his hesitation, but that wonderment was gone when she found herself air born then forcefully finding the ground. The snow wasn't enough to break the hit too much, she saw stars dancing in her vision, had trouble finding the air around her and making it move to her lungs. she was numb to the pain, it would likely come minutes later but for now she stared up to him, there was fear in her eyes that she was trying so hard to not let him see, last thing he needed or she wanted him to see was that fear..less he do more and actually try to kill her. His eyes were watering...she could see the moisture building..why? he did this so easily...why would he cry? because he hadn't killed her? The pain hit her as he turned to leave, a ragged breath taken and a shaken cry of pain, but she turned slowly, gasping as her back moved with her "no.." she mumbled softly then again louder "I won't..tell him." she said. She'd find someone to help her, trish would never know about it.

Gorkall felt his flopped ears perk at the sound of Awne's words. He turned around slowly and watched the female try to raise herself. A deep breath exhaled as he muttered to himself. "Why do you do this?" He then continued back to where Awne was and leaned down picking her up into his arms as he turned to head to Gamorg. Not a single word spoken.

Awne whimpered faintly, curling into him while he carried her, she'd on occasion, press her stomach in to stretch her back, a few pops and cracks heard amidst breaths of relief; she didn't think anything was broken, she could breathe at least. "I..I'm sorrrry it always comes to this.." she says softly to him "I don't mean it to...I mean well..it just...comes out wrrong.." She didn't glance up to the world around them, just relaxed and trusted him to not try and drown her.

Gorkall made his way through the muddied streets of Gamorg. The snow much heavier up here in the north as it pounded heavily down on the village. Reaching his hut he booted the door open and moved towards his bed where he would lay the healer before going back to shut the door behind him. The snow from outside had made its way in through the patches in the roof and he made his way to a chest pulling out the quilt he had given Lisi previously and covered Awne with it. He still refused to speak to the woman as he sat on his loot chest and began taping his foot heavily on the floor in unease.

Awne was rather glad to have a flat surfice to stretch herself on, better allowing for assessment of what ached and whatwas going away. She turned her head to watch him, purring at the quilt though she kept her gaze on him, biting at her lip "speak to me? please? you werre rright I shouldn't speak on these things if they make you happy..I'm sorrrry forr everrything I've said."

Gorkall continues to tap his foot on the ground heavily and as Awne tries to speak to him the Ogre breaks. His massive hands reached up grabbing tightly at his horns and pulling. Jerking himself to his feet he released a feral roar. "No!" He turned bringing his arms down into a heavy arc downward smashing the chest of treasure sending golden coins flying about the run. "No more forgiveness!" He slammed his foot into the dirt and brought his right palm into a fist flying at the portrait of Kurlurk he had taken from the city of Gualon. Smashing the glass frame and puncturing the picture. The Ogre continued to rampage as he brought his foot into a heavy kick against his chair near the bed. The impact caused the object to implode and send spliters towards the door of the hut. He then went on to wraps chains around his wrists and snap them in half. His breathing was heavy as he shouted for a courier. A young goblin awkwardly made his way into the hut with a fearful look. Gorkall shouted to the goblin. "Go to Kelay! Tell the dragon to come after his wife." He pointed to Awne and snapped his teeth. The Goblin simply nodded and ran out of the door slamming it behind him. Gorkall turned to look to Awne as his visage twitched heavily. "Your husband will not be lied to by one he loves. I will fight him again. I will give him his chance to prove his worth." Gorkall would then proceed breaking things. His anger beyond its breaking point.

Awne scooted away on the bed, using the quilt as a shield, though not a good one, watching him carefully "why would you do this! it's not lying if I don't tell him! goddesses sake he doesn't need to be brrought into this!" She watched his rampage before moving from the bed, testing her balance a moment before darting to him to try and atleast stop one arm "stop this! destrroying things doesn't do anything!"

Gorkall wasted no time in grabbing Awnes arm and shoving her away back to the bed. "Sit your ass down before I rip your heart out!" The look in Gorkalls eyes was one never seen. The hint of pure hatred becoming as an evil presence emitted from his being. The monster had returned to his roots, following his lineage as it should be. He eagerly awaited Trishtars arrival. The man ready for a second chance against the dragon.

Awne fell back to the bed with an oof and a bounce, glaring at him "stop that! you'rre not a savage beast with no mind! and you'rre in a rrage rright now that you need to snap out of!" she stands again "I'm not going to just sit therre and let you beat on my husband because you feel some need to do so! norr will I let him just do that to you orr worrse!"

Trishtar kicked open the door (be it skin or wod), with malice and death in his eyes. "What is this that I hear about you trying to kill my wife Gorkall." It was a command, not a question. "The fact I heard shouting really only confirms that what I was told is true. Do I need to put you down and back in your place when it comes to my family, again?"

Gorkall had been snarling to Awne. Blood dripping from his maw as the enraged Ogre heard the door being slammed open. At the sight of the dragon Gorkall offered no time for explination nor words of any kind. His feet pounded against the floor like the beat of a war drum as he threw himself at the dragon. Two tons of pure muscle heading towards the dragon like a missle of which if it were to make contact would send the duo through the wall of the hut into the streets of Gamorg.

Awne looked over just as the ogre did "Trrish! he's in a rrage!" she explains..well..warns...explainwarn? something like that, hands to her mouth she watched the ogre barrel after her husband "stop it!! Gorrkall snap out of it!"

Trishtar had anticipated the blind rage of this ogre, having seen him in such a one before and drew a twighlight blade from it's sheath as he stamded his gigantic feet and held the blade up in deffense, pointing straight between the ogre's eyes when he had started to charge. He knew that this would hurt if the sword didnt manage to kill the male and colided with him, but it would at least be the best thing he could have possibly done in this moment. The words of his wife going unheeded and really almost ignored.

Gorkall has already found himself leaping towards Trishtar when the blade was pulled. Unable to simply stop himself he tucked his head to the left allowing the blade to make contact with his pauldron of Guardians Armor. The sound of metal on metal clashing echoing through the small hut. The impact was enough to cut Gorkalls leap short as he fell to his stomach on the floor. A growl roaring as he snapped up with his right arm to grab Trishtars ankle. The beast jerking himself up with Trishtar's heel in hand. He spun in a full three-sixty before releasing Trishtar. The dragon smashing through the curdely made wall of the hut into the streets of Gamorg. Gorkall couldn't feel anything. The world around him seemed to go quiet as his feral gaze shifted to the healer. A wicked smile showing itself as his skin peeled to reveal his teeth. Saliva and blood reeling down as he charged to the woman and jerked her form her place into his own grasp. He jumped through the hole in the wall with Awne still in his grasp. The Ogre hoping to ignite Trishtars true fury by watching his wifes skin be peeled from its place. Aramoth was pleased by the war torn display as Gorkall's hide seemed to grow in strength and his horns seemed to enlongate and his bracers coming to life. He would take Awne by the torso in one hand and toss her like a rag doll to a muddied patch in the middle of the city. Calling out to the civilians of Gamorg. "Grub 'ere! Feast!" The orcs, ogres and trolls actually seemed afraid of their champion. They had never seen him in such a state but seemed please by his offering. A few of the more brave beings moving towards Awne with a look of want in their eyes. Gorkall would turn back to Trishtar and release another blood-chilling cry. The behemoth slammed his fists into the ground as hard as possible allowing some of the rock to break from its hold in the ground to hover for a moment before Gorkall. Moving as swift as possible Gorkall would twist and kick the largest of the boulders towards Trishtar before the rest fell back to their place.

Awne yelps as she was taken, already in shock by what she was witnessing, being thrown and then told that she was ...was food?? what was wrong with the ogre?! muddied the feline looks up to those that dared step toward her, hand moving to her hidden pocket to let loose needles from her hand, sharp and expertly thrown they were tipped with a paralying agent, at least it would keep some of them at bay..and in pain. "gorrkall stop this!" she calls after him, threatening any others with the needles she wasn't going down and certainly not easily!

Trishtar was dazed and very confused as he was launched from where he had been standing. The next thing he was aware of was a large boulder coming his way, though it was slightly doubled do to his vision. Just what in blazes had come over this beast...No time to think though, and at the last minute he gave a burst of his wings and dodged while rolling in a somersault in the air out of it's path just barely...though it knicked his skin and he gave a wince of pain as he looked and saw some skin missing. "Well Dammit..." he muttered o himself before eyeing the Ogres that were eyeing his wife. Looking to see just what had become of his customary jars of water, he found that three of his five had been broken...leaving only two. This was certainly not his day and it only caused him to grow even more angry. His rage started to consume him, eyes growing black as the whites dissappeared...and then suddenly were glowing red as his skin turned to black with purple stripes. Thick leathery wings replaced his beautiful ones as the feathers fell from where they were attached and he was suddenly on all fours as thick claws sprung from his hands and feet. Bones could be heard changing painfully inside of him as his neck suddenly elongated with even more sickening snaps. His size increased immensely, until he towered at nearly three stories tall...his black and massive triangular shaped head leering down at the ogre with evil intent. The scales along his hide shone with brillance of black and a purple underside with spikes jutting out from his back. A she let loose a feral roar, his tail would curl swiftly and attempt to sweep the ogre up in a curved motion, before whipping yet again to try and send him flying in mid-air, should the first bit connect. Should that fail, he would simply bring forth a ball of chaotic energy in his mouth and let it build for a mere ten seconds before shoting it towards the male. What it would actuall do though, would remain to be seen until after it made contact.

Gorkall had little time to react as his body was slammed by the tail of the dragon. The Ogre flying across Gamorg and slamming into the wall of Dak's tavern only to fall a good thirty feet. As he slammed against the ground her tried to push himself up and failed. After a few more tries Gorkall managed to find his footing and offered a defying look to Trishtar. Blood now covered the Ogre's hide and his head was throbbing. Reaching up to his head he found that one of his horns had been snapped. A weak snarl appeared as he reached to his battle axe and pulled it forth staring to Trishtar with anger. The Ogre began to charge in a slow pace towards Trishtar. Electrical charge building from his bracer into the axe that he wielded enchanting the weapon. As the beast began to pick up speed his breathing was weak and by the time he reached Trishtar he could only bring the axe into a heavy swing at the Dragons leg, Hoping to cut into the limb.

Awne was shouting still, shouting and retreating back away from the large dragon, and firing more needles off at the idiots that tried to touch her. "gorrkall!!! stop this!!" she screams at him, "Trrish Stop!!"

Trishtar felt the blade connect with his scaled leg and roared in pain as the blade went into the limb and nearly tore it in half as it was instantly imbedded. The Dragon could no longer hear his wife's cries or pleeds of no more bloodshed. Fixating his gaze and ignoring the pain for now, he drew from the chaotic energies, manifested ten-fold now in his dragon state, and fired a blast of energies down onto the ogre. As the purple energies surrounded the proud king of Gamorg and the Ogres, he would slowly find himself unable to move...his skin turning to stone with nary a chance for anything to reverse the effects. He snorted, and watched as the first thing to go would be his limbs...creeping slowly to his heart and head, the areas of the most activity.

Gorkall felt pleasure as the razor edge of his battle-axe cut deep into Trishtar leg. A smile appeared as the blood thirst was beginning to quench. The Ogre was starting to come down from his natural high of blood lust but wasn't quite ready to give up the fight as he turned to look to Trishtar with a smile his eyes suddenly widened as the Chaotic Energy captured him. Dropping the axe to the ground as Gorkalls limbs began to turn to stone. The Ogre was in dire pain and released a cry of such. For once showing weakness to his people of Gamorg. Tear flushed from his eyes and he whined heavily as flesh turned to stone. Gorkall suddenly began to regret his actions and felt his heart sink. This was the end of the champion. Yet he wasn't worried about himself as much as Gamorg. Gruz has abondened these people, and now Gorkall was being taken by force. There would be no one to keep Gamorg alive. No; He wouldn't die as a coward in his peoples eyes. As the stone continued across his skin the now one horned Ogre looked to Trishtar with a defiantly look and took a deep breath releasing the loudest roar of hate he had ever felt. His lungs now hardening to stone left Gorkall with tears down his face yet his visage still twisted into the roaring scowl as the magic finished its effect. Where the Great Champion of Gamorg recently stood, was now nothing more than a statue of his former self. Settlled conviently only a few feet away from his brother. Og. The people of Gamorg broke into cries of pain as they seemed to of forgotten about Awne in general. The loss of their future king bringing pain to their hearts as they cried out. Many of them following to their knees in sorrow. Only another show of proof to the healer that love was infact, a great weakness. Amidst all the choas a shining star would glimmer gently down through the destroyed hut that was once Gorkall's home. Causing a single urn to glow in a fascinating light as the only thing Gorkall ever really loved was now alone with no companion. Og.

Awne watched in avid horror at what her husband...how could he do something like that? she watched the stone and the people and felt sorrow for them, what would they do now? she whispered a soft prayer for his soul, that the goddess take pity and bring him peace for he was truly a good soul...somewhere deep down.. The stars light cast to the urn and the feline wondered if she should bring it home with her. Moving to the hut quickly she took it from it's stand and held it close, they'd both be remembered..at least to her.

Trishtar had given a sadistic toothy grin as the male Ogre turned to stone before his eyes. It would make a lovely addition to the garden in the back of their house. Flapping his wings he would grab the statue in one massive claw, and Awne in the other as he flew over towards the hut and knocking away anything that would have been in the way of picking her up, whether she wanted to be or not. He would then cradle each of his load carefully so as not to crush either wife nor statue, and leave Gamorg behind...hopefully forevor. WIth a final roar, the dragon departs back towards sage.