RP:When Hell Calls

“”Banto tries to collect a sample from the Hell Beast known as Rohk. The Drow finds himself outmatched by the beasty's comrade and cowers back to his secret base.”

Monster’s Den, Larket

A deep sleep breathing is heard, almost as if the den itself had suddenly decided to take in air. In a dark refuge nearing the opening leading further in there is a faint amber glow that deepens and dims with each withdraw of air. The near two-ton beasty is down for a midafternoon nap, hiding far away from the noises of people and their idiocies. Molten rivers appear now and again, seeping through the gaps between obsidian plates, the huff of his maw kicking up a faint cloud of dust as each exhale is released into it. The claws on his forepaw retract repeatedly, a dream no doubt and probably one involving food, or mauling, or both. An occasional flick of twin tails scrape the wall of the den, the bladed tips creating a nails on a chalkboard effect to any privy enough to hear it.

Banto | The forest outside the cave would grow suddenly silent. Undead crows, Ravens, And the occasional rabbit could be seen cluttering the trees and the ground all eyeing the odd creature inside the cave. A few moments later the feeling of dread and despair would swamp the cave. Banto had arrived his cloak obscuring everything but the brightly glowing green eyes shining with the barely contained power of death magics. He'd wait at the entrance for a moment before tossing a horrible beaten and battered fermin, still alive and bleeding terribly, in front of the beast. They say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach... And well he was such a pretty puppy.

Rohk’s head lifted, his thick forked tongue stretching far outside his demonic maw in a wretched yawn that ended with a licking of rowed teeth and smacked lips. His head turns in the direction of a panged moan; like music he was entranced by it. His eyes stare forward, three sets of swirling abyss where it was impossible to know what, if anything, he was looking at. He didn’t see things that way anyways. He rises, in due time, pressing his heaving chest to the ground and stretching out his entire length before padding the floor in mini baby steps to his full upright position. A hind leg scratches his underbelly and eventually he saunters on over to the half living Fermin that is offered to him. In one swing his paw comes forward, gripping the crippled rodent by shoulder and head, his talons coming forth to pierce him guiltlessly and he throws the scrap back in the direction it was offered with deadly force. He was not a poppet; he could manage his own kill.

Banto couldn't help but marvel and the monster before him. Then again this was the very same reason that the drow was hunting the beast. A small unseen smirk settled over his features as he just stepped over the dead fermin. Oh well he'd tried to be nice, subtly cracking his neck his power would flow over the area settlingly and seemingly vanishing for the moment. " Oh Mysterious beast, I hope you understand... I need what you have so I can hunt my prey. " He'd give a shrug from a one predator to another he had to give respect but at the same time predators took what they needed. " So one chance? Want to be peaceful about it ?"

Rohk wouldn’t bother to understand the other’s words. His low growl gave a clue that he got the general idea; the rumble resonating from his chest cavity and echoing throughout the small alcove. He didn’t know this sonovabitch and really he didn’t care to- a Drow is a drow is a drow. Nearly as bad as those filthy blasphemous elves. His thoughts come none too soon as a small shadow approaches the entrance, a familiar feminine shape that aggravated him to the bone. She found him after all. She steps in, unknowing of the acts that were about to unfold until it was only just too late. Even in the darkness the haze that covers her eyes is a luminesce cloudy pigment, a note that the bonded beast had already told her to leave and why. Except she wasn’t leaving, she just stood there looking at the two on the verge of scolding them both. He would step between that Drow and his elfess but the size of his surroundings would have engaged him immediately with one or the other. This den was getting very small, very fast. He barks at her, if one could call it that, the noise escaping him more akin to a bogged roar than anything. The elfess turns to Banto, politely and properly addressing him with more confidence than her situation should allow. “Can we help you”

Banto swept his hooded gaze to the new comer his entier attention focused on the beast before him. Never let something that massive out of your sight. The scolding amused him as his magic responded the skeletons around the areas rattling and shaking in amusement. " Why yes, I'm positive you can my dear. " The feeling of dread fear and hatred would vanish for the moment, as if never there. " You see, i'm interested in this wonderful beast between us. He has powers I beleive I can replicate in other creations that would aid many people." the words slid so smoothly and easily well rehearsed and thought out should he come across the owner of the animal.

Sabrina’s brows come together. She went to speak but was hushed by a plethora of multitoned grunts from the beast. He paced, twin tails lashing out behind him as he was going on about some insidious nature of the well-spoken individual between them. “Calm down, calm down.” He sits back on his haunches, his head gesturing that she should tell him but she didn’t understand the message. “He says you have your lab rat?” She indicates the lifeless creature still twitching off to the side. Both tails come down hard on the floor behind the beast. She clears her throat. “And… that you can. Um.” She shields her mouth with the back of gloved hand. “That you could kiss his ass.” She didn’t have to be social to know an insult so blatantly clear.

Banto gave a small laugh of amusement. He assumed that matter as his magic responded to the taunt, The rodent exploding into bits of gore and blood to cover the monster back in said items. " I thought he'd like something to eat, trying to be social ." he grinned though it would be hidden as he stood his ground for the moment. " That wasn't a test subject, I need that beast's blood to replicate the effects it has. " He'd give a shrug of his arms. " the only problem is he doesn't seem to want to work with me, and well... I can't leave without his blood i hope we can work something out..."

Sabrina steps a few steps into the cave, centralizing herself between the two. “I don’t think it is wise to-“ She is cut off by an explosion of guts and gore that completely saturate her form. The hound laughs, a wheezing grotesque laugh that left him hissing in amusement behind the elven shield. She purses her lips, trying to remain calm but deeply wanting to cry or kill something in that very rancid and heated moment. “It’s not funny!” She stomps her foot at the beast who does nothing to hide his undying appreciation for all that just transpired. She shakes her hands, slinging goops of death across the floor and walls of the den. The beasty was surely in the mood for this, that Drow can drown that bitch in blood for all he cared. With one hand she wipes stuff from her face, not wanting to even identify which part of the Fermin that happened to be. “I would suggest treading lightly.” She spits. “That is all.”

Banto gave an amused chuckle for the series of events that transpired between the elf and the hound. " I see,,, well in that case..." He snapped his fingers a few times trying to recall something but alas nothing came to mind for names. " So I take it that you will not assist in this?" He knew her answer from the start and the skeletal remains at her feet would suddenly contort and reform a sudden sharp spike of bone erupted from the spot intent to impale the beast behind her. He had come for one thing and one thing alone. he didn't wish for the eld to be injured but it look liked the puppy wanted to play, and well so did banto. Around them the corpses started to rise as the feeling of dread , fear, and hopelessness smashed down thicker then before.

Sabrina stepped back, though her exit was blocked, she definitely wanted no part of this. Her heart was racing and in a moment of clarity the haze over her eyes vanishes and leaves minty gems to stare into this void of trouble, ridden with a sort of unexplainable fear. The hound had shut her out, and with good cause. Rohk stands, his paws coming from the ground to inspect the trick with mild distaste. The few bones that did seem to rise into the plating of the beasty’s well pronounced back side crushed against his weight, but the threat was clear enough that this darkling wanted trouble. Sabrina protests, but it falls no doubt on deaf ears. Ro eyes the Drow, well one would assume given his indiscernible stare where he looks Banto up and down practically begging the question. ‘Are you actually serious?’ His paws find home on the dusted floor beneath him, there was no way those brittle bones would pierce his obsidian plated hide. A short ticking is heard, faint against the noise surrounding them, before the amber rivers between his plates ignite his entire form, engulfing him in a crimson flame. He charges at Banto, fully intent on slamming the boy into the wall with all his weight to back him.

Banto grinned ideally at the beast in his right hand an odd sparking swirling mass of energy concentrated. By the time the flames rippled around the beast the ball of energy was rather large. Waiting a few moments as it charged the drow did two things, the first was the launch the ball with an almost lazy wave of his hand, the second was for two of the skeletons to explode, forming a slanted shield in front of the drow just to buy him a moment of time.

Sabrina does her best to avoid the fragments flying about; teeny bits of bone and debris cutting through the air mostly from Ro’s feet kicking up dirt in his path. Hadn’t she had enough of boys being boys yesterday? She seems less concerned with the ball of energy as she does the makeshift shield in Rohk’s way. He was a large but clumsy beast when it came out to foresight and when his anger kicked in, lucky for her it wasn’t rage, yet. The ball grinds into his shoulder, pulling a strand of spark with it and a growl to boot. That stung a little more than he thought it would and he veers slightly left. Blinded by the first attack he slams into the shield, shattering it to send shards of bone over half the den and missing Banto entirely. He slides to a thunk against the wall, shaking his head to get that bastard back in his sites. The outward spray of fragmented skeletal shield showers their half of the den. She puts up bare hands to protect her face, the job well enough done aside from the three-inch shard that lodged itself half-deep into her collarbone. She didn’t seem to notice as much as Ro did when he blows a round of snot at her feet and reminds her to be more careful if she was to be nosing around in his business. When she tears the piece from her flesh a bright fiery line forms and seals on the pairing portion of the hound’s form. She cursed herself for embarrassing them both and begins taking the path outside the Den. She was not built for this.

Banto never stopped as the magics wove and bounded around him. he was sorry that he'd allowed his magics to get out of hand but alas sometimes it simply happened. Allowing the beast to see him once more the male would let the power roll through him as the multitude of bone shards around the area would start to reform multitudes of spears They started to rain down upon the beast as the other skeletons started to shatter as well turning into small walls and obstacles between the beast and banto." I do apologise ms elf. I hope you don't think too badly of me for this." He'd call at her retreating form even as he clenched his hand again summoning the raw magis of death to hand once more.

Sabrina called out to Ro “I’ll be waiting outside, when you are done.” Their first stop was supposed to be for business, now after this she would need a thorough bath. She had found her way out, no doubt sure that Ro could take care of himself. The hound was mostly irritated, the bone fragments coming down in any shape was equivalent to a human in a rain storm, albeit some pieces could be comparable to hail damage, though all of them ricocheted off his form. He contemplated not wasting his time, the Drow seemed to be more into playing than getting down to business. His form was hunched, the same as one would being caught in the elements with no jacket to shield them. He begins for the exit after some deliberation- if dancing skeletons and bone-rain was all this guy had, it was hardly worth the time to wake up for.

Banto gave a small sigh as his right hand flipped down and he launched the ball of death magic at the monster. the raw magics had a bit more of a bite then normal and the effects where instant as the very ground seemed to decay and rot under the effects of having the orb of magic pass over them. For a beast like ro? It might cause more damage then the beast knew. For banto it was something to get his attention as he formed to more balls of the energy letting them hurtle at the monster

Rohk came from the place that Banto drew his magic from, his attacks were akin to fighting a mermaid with water balloons; A frost giant with snowballs; or a fairy with pixie dust. At most this game was annoying the beast, but it was enough to get his attention at least. He turns to face Banto. If this little shyte wanted his blood, he was going to have to risk physically engaging with him. He lets the second round of orbs hit him, they smashed and sizzled against his chest but did little to really pacify his irritation. It was bordering boredom. In order to speed things along the hound waits, giving him the opportunity to decide how much he was really willing to risk to get that little piece of damnable life.

Banto gave a small sigh seeing the choices where getting more and more limited. Reaching into his bases once more the necromancer pulled forth an odd dagger. he'd start to walk towards the beast even as a spell book fluttered from under his cloak. The pages erupted open as multiple pages ripped themselves free from the book and starting to flutter about. The drow would start to rush forth the pages of the spell book rushing towards the beast, if one was to play with dead things you also knew how to hurt them. The sealing spells and torrid of cleaning tags to assault the beast was astounding, the dagger was just an odd creation made to slip between plates of armor. A small rivet in it to collect blood from a target. It was aimed for the wide flank of the creature. To hel with safety he needed what he needed.

The hellbeast perked up, the Drow had taken the hint after all, and Sabrina would have to wait a little longer. He sees the dagger, untrusting of it and its design. His hackles clamp shut, one of his few vulnerable sites if this Drow aimed to bleed him he would definitely make it tough. As he came up on his flank the hound pushed into him, that dagger catching his faithful scales but to his dismay dragging a large trench across several of them. He looks to his side, astounded that a blade forged in this realm could have mastered such a feat but in only keeps him on guard to try and avoid it now. With his full weight brought against the Drow, and in turn Banto’s forward assault toward his frame would award the necromancer with a powerful blow, no agility required. The full body slam was to test his fortitude, he’d no idea he would be awarded with his first real battle scar in decades.

Banto have a small smirk of victory as the blade carved a rivet in the side of the beast, As the pages slapped and stacked onto the beast stealing its own energy, purified it, Then let it unleash back against the monter in a series of small perfectly targeted rather devestating explosions against his toughened hide. The drow using his races natural agility to leap, and twist over the form of the beast keeping close to him as the blade struck out once more this time intent on a rather sharp jab at the hind leg to hope to limit mobility. In all honesty he just didn't want to give rohk the chance to truly rip into his soft soft flesh.

Sabrina assumed her companion would be out sooner than this, he cut her off so it wasn’t like she could know what was happening in there. Reluctantly she peers back into the den. The pages’ surround and stick to Rohk’s form, the blasts that followed unearthed a horrid howl, the sting of it resonating below his scales and urging to be purged from his form. The purified essence is released as his hackles rise and filter it through the air. From Banto’s view he would see the molten and soft flesh underneath, but not soon enough as the last of that essence comes free and they clamp shut once more. When the Drow twists and comes about twin tails swing upwards in efforts to wrap around his neck, oppositely. The scissored edges are cross hatched, in in that motion if he catches his assailant they would grip tighter and tighter until they grind whatever limb they latch to until it is severed from the body. In that movement the hound takes a step forward, narrowly avoiding that blade’s second attempt to bleed him. His paws rake mercilessly across his body, tearing off any remaining pages and if his faithful tails miss he would be ready to pounce on the male where he lands.

Banto gave a small guffaw of amusement as he allowed his magic to ripple forth once more, the bone shards around the area forming into a massive bone hand that would reach out snag him then yank him out of the way of the approaching tail. Though he wasn't as quick as he'd have liked to have been a large slash across the shoulder and arm let him know that all to well. Rolling out of the hand he'd arise to his feet, Turn and casually take stock of the situation as he took a moment to gather his wits about him. The book flittered about the area, Launching pages from its depths once more as banto gave a thick pulse of magic super charging the seals and the ones already attached to the monster would explode in tighter and tighter controlled areas. Now Banto would limp forth his hand pressed tightly to his leg, Why had he never learned healing magics.

Sabrina steps fully into the den now, staring at the two with much concern. It irritated the hound, and with his thoughts on her he let slip his concentration on containing all that damage. Several explosions ignite, the instant realization of what he had done takes his sights to the girl. She is frozen, a look of terror on her face that is accompanied by a hard swallow. “Ro?” She says softly before her knees buckle and she hits the ground. She is as bewildered as he is and she blinks hard, she shouldn’t have come back in. A spew of bright red blood comes from her lips and the back of her hand rises to catch it as she stares in wonder. “Ro, I can’t…” Her body slumps to the side and lays to block the exit. The hound pauses. A deep and bellowed howl stretches loud across all of Larket, breaking barriers that would make the undead cringe. His Elfess was down. An angry flame violently turns to Banto as if it were his fault, as if he should have known. He charges after him, full flame and full force, death written all over his face and with the Drow cornered by his own means Rohk’s arms spread wide, talons glinting off the faint lights within the den, he meant to kill leaving little room for escape and narrowly enough time to do it.

Shout *A hellish howl echoes beyond the limits of Larket*

Banto gave a slightly amused grin seeing the woman go down and then the beast lost his mind in such a fashion. Perfect. With a step forward the male threw the dagger towards the beast, a pulse of magic as multiple bone barriers erupted into existance, Some ramps other just slight barriers to annoy and upset. Banto had no intentions of running, It was time to collect the target and then just to show he could he'd collect sabrina as well. Knowing the dagger would miss banto would give a pulse of magic bone arms erupting from the constructed barracades that would pass the dagger back and forth constantly swiping at the beast.. More pages rained down from over head as Banto heald his heart for a moment as the strain of so much magic was wearing his body low. The pages would seek to cover and slow, And now take low with the sheer amount of them pouring forth. Xzavior was looking for Sabrina after finding her missing from the house of Ara and his visit to the mage's tower. He had tracked her scent and found it a bit strange that she would even be over here, though once he got close he could tell Rohk was here. And that someone was hurt. He could smell the blood in the air and with that a lot of decay and brimstone as well. What was going on here? His pace quickened when he heard the howling and when he finally came to see what was happening he gritted his teeth and snapped his attention to the two battling it out. It seemed Rohk was already in a rage so there was no need for him there. Xzavior quickly went to Sabrina's side and picked her up leaving the two to battle it out and retreated with her to a safe distance. Banto's reaction to Sabrina didn't do him well, earning him a glare from Xzavior. With one look to Rohk he turned his attention back to Sabrina.

Mihael enters the cave with crimson orbs flicking about, searching for Rohk, the source of the sound that brought him here. Upon seeing Sabrina limp and bleeding upon the ground he takes a step forward before realizing Xzavior was at her side already. Verywell, she was being tended to, Rohk however was being occupied by a stranger who must have been the one who did this to the woman. The hermit casts his haze upon the drow and fires the arrow that was already notched at his new target. From the distance it wouldn't make much difference, however as it came nearer the shaft exploded sending hundreds of needle like darts at Banto. With almost lightening speed the hermit crosses nearly half the distance and has already drawn forth his staff, the bow reslung across his lap. A quick swing from the staff sends a blast of wind at the drow powerful enough to slice him in two. Another is followed that if the pair connect would make the drow fall in four pieces. As he does this the ancient hermit takes massive drags from his pipe, holding in the smoke. A loud cry can be heard as Smokey lands, the Abyssal Smoke Flame Phoenix lets out a pillar of flames at his master's new found target. Their mind link allowing for orders by mere thought. The bird refuses to let the flames stop as he continues to blast the area with fire.

Sabrina is lifted effortlessly. Her eyes open and fully black implying her full efforts to self-heal were in affect yet nothing seemed to be happening to prove that fact. She was repairing damage as quickly as the spell destroyed her from the inside out. The hound’s break in concentration might very well be the biggest test she’d ever have to undergo. There is no fight when she is pulled from danger, her mind checking out while her body took over to suppress what manifested in her frail form. Rohk slashes his oversized paws wildly, trashing barricade after barricade of brittle boned gates, preventing him from meeting his prey in the afterlife. He was insatiable. The spells that fell like rain bypassed his flames, sticking to his form but doing nothing to heighten his calm. The hound’s comrades chose their weapons wisely; fire being a dear friend for the beasty and needles deflecting off obsidian scales, if not accelerating toward Banto and spreading the range.

Banto gave a depressed sigh seeing so many people suddenly appearing in the clearing all hea wanted a bit of blood and now another two players had joined in. With a shake of his head the drow allowed for a mental command to pass out allowing the arms to pass the dagger outside as he abondened the plan for more blood. He'd have to artificially make more. With a shrug he'd hunker down allowing the bones to wrap around him. A large pulse of magic activating a large array along the cloak as he was teleported away rather forcefully back to his secret base.