Doyl

Doyl chuckles and nods, but stops suddenly, looking like he'd just come to a world-altering realization. He pulls out Sir Grale's dagger and looks at it gleefully. He looks around quickly. "Damn, the stableboy must've gotten rid of the carcass already, " he mutters until he kicks over the still-dozing Glurk. "Ha! There you are..." he says, and lifts up Grale's amulet, now dim and lifeless, with the blade. "How could I forget about you, my pretty," he purrs to the bronze amulet whose disc-shaped pendant still holds fresh blood in the runes carved on it.

Anyone with any sense for the arcane can see the potential in those runes.

Berek Wolf-blood

He turns to alternately flicking through his spell book and sipping his ale. He eventually finds the page he wanted, and murmurs a spell. He shudders as a large tear in space and time opens up in front of him. He reaches in, and pulls out an ornate single headed axe, which suffuses the air nearby with a freezing aura, despite the warm temperature outside. He straps this to his back, and the air regains some of its heat, and then reaches back into the rift, and pulls out a pair of ornate orichalcum bracers. He fits these to his arms as the rift fades into nothing.

He wrinkles his nose as Doyl holds the amulet up, and says "I presume that is what caused the daemon to appear?"

Doyl

Doyl observes Berek gearing up with a blank, somewhat confused look on his face. To Berek's question he answers "Haven't a bloody clue, mate, the thing just appeared out of nowhere. But it sure was keen on getting its invisible hands on this trinket."

Berek Wolf-blood

"It's starting to smell worse, so the daemon might be bringing friends this time" He says, with disgust. "Better safe than sorry." he adds.

Doyl

"This night just keeps on bloody giving," he says, exasperated. He flicks the amulet into an emptier part of the tavern, draws his axe, and follows, muttering "They'd better bring some loot this time, the buggers..."

Berek Wolf-blood

"As it would appear." he agrees, as he unbuckles his axe.

"This is going to get ugly" he says to the barman. He twirls his axe around his head, and stabs the haft into the floor, and draws his bow. He notches an arrow, that glints menacingly, and points it in the now thick air above the amulet.

Culsu the Golden BG

As his golden body translates into realspace, he looks around wildly for something to kill. He catches sight of Doyl, and charges, screeching, "Give me the SHINY!!". He lashes out at Doyl, attempting to sever his arm with his golden crab claw arm, his golden hair flailing around wildly.

Pazuzu the wild BG

He shrieks as he materialises behind Culsu, and follows his momentary ally into the fray, slashing wildly with his blood red sword, his blood covered tounge lashing out.

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Doyl

Doyl breaks into a grin at the sight of so much gold, but realizing that this loot has to be killed before it can kill him, he jams his dagger into the hinge of the Culsu's claw. The claw closes tight around Doyl's left arm, but thanks to the dagger it only tears at his skin instead of severing his arm. The dagger, however, is not so lucky, and gets bent into scrap.

Gritting his teeth at the pain, Doyl raises the axe in his right hand and brings it down in a sweep aimed at Culsu's knee.

Berek Wolf-blood

He draws his bow to its fullest extent, and snarls the word "percute!" as he looses the arrow. Its arrow head begins to glow white, with mist trailing off it as it soars through the air towards Pazuzu.

Pazuzu the wild BG

He catches sight of the arrow hurtling towards him, and brings his sword up, as if to slice it in half as it strikes his blade. He arrow vanishes just before it hits the blade, and a wall of force slams into Pazuzu, flinging him against the wall and stunning him, his form flickering momentarily.

Culsu the Golden BG

Utterly surprised that the mortal before him is fighting back, he screeches with pain as his knees are taken out from underneath him. He swipes at Doyl's feet with his left arm, its talons extended, attempting to topple his foe.

Doyl

The weight of the falling Culsu pulls Doyl onto one knee, the golden pincer tearing more of his flesh from the pinned left arm. Instead of leg, Culsu's second strike rakes through the skirt of Doyl's armor, piercing leather and steel to gouge bloody wounds across his buttocks.

Doyl winces and grunts at the trespassing claw, then looks looks at Culsu with rage in his eyes. With a furious, ragged yell he swings his axe with all his might at the demon's chest.

Culsu the golden BG

He wails as his legs and lower torso are cut away. He begins to claw his way to Doyl, cursing all the while.

Berek Wolf-blood

He strings his bow across his back, and pulls his axe from the floor. He raises it to the sky, which darkens outside, as if in response. He barks the word "Fulmen!" and lightning strikes the ground nearby. The axe begins to glow blue, and Berek swirls it around his head, leaving crackling lightning in the axe heads wake. He walks towards the prone figure of Pazuzu swirling the axe in the air to build up his strike.

Pazuzu the wild BG

Lies on the ground still stunned.

Doyl

Doyl glowers at Culsu, shouts "I'll teach you to claw a man's arse! Whraaaaa--" and proceeds to hack heedlessly at what remains of the demon.

Culsu the golden BG

As his body is hacked to ribbons by Doyl's wild strikes, a thick gas rises from the carcass, signalling he has left realspace. He gold begins to shine slightly brighter, as if glad the daemon has finally left it.

Berek Wolf-blood

He slams the axe onto the ground, cleaving Pazuzu in half whilst he lies still on the ground. A terrific blast of lightning issues from the axe as it strikes the daemon, frying the two halves of his quickly disappearing body. He snarls as the amulet, and says "More will keep coming till someone can close it, and it will get harder as time goes on".

Doyl

Doyl's rage dissolves as he stands transfixed at the sight of all the shiny gold Culsu left behind. Almost drooling in avarice he bends down to grab a piece when he grunts and winces at the pain in his backside. He pokes his buttock with his hand, and lets off a quiet growl as he notices this was not necessarily a good idea. The hand comes back bloodied. Annoyed, he picks up a fist-sized lump of gold, pockets it and stands up with a grimace.

Limping toward the minstrel now getting back to strumming his lute, Doyl asks, "How in the name of the Red Goat's balls do you close an amulet? Let me guess: thunder and lightning?" He wags his finger at the barkeeper three times.

Berek Wolf-blood

"Don't think of it as an amulet. Think of it more like a portal, to the land where they live." He indicates the mangled golden blobs that were Culsu. "It also acts as a beacon to them and others of their kind. Only the small ones can come through now, but the portal gets bigger over time, so larger and more dangerous things can come through." He wags his finger four times at the barkeep, and clasps the axe to his back. "We need a wizard who is strong enough mentally to close the damn thing."

Doyl

Doyl leans forward against an oaken beam next to the minstrel, says "Strum us something invigourating, why don't you," and pulls down his pants far enough to expose the wounds on his buttock. When the minstrel misses a note at the sight, Doyl looks back at him and grunts "A priest of Dravath once cured my wounds and glued my chest to my jerkin while he was at it. I'm not taking that sort of risk with my arse."

The minstrels' distaste disappears when Doyl indicates to the approaching barkeeper to hand the lutist an ale, another going to Berek and the final one he grabs himself and stares at briefly before taking a long sip.

"A strong-minded wizard, eh?" he adds with a burp. "Well, the king's knights have done their damnedest to take out anyone like that. None left around here, that's for sure."

Berek Wolf-blood

He downs the mug Doyl sent his way and one of his other mugs together. He downs the last three mugs in one go.

He shakes his head like a dog trying to dry itself. He lets loose an almighty belch, that even an Ork would be proud of. He aims it at the amulet, as if he can sense something wrong occurring.

Zzatkarius the grinder of souls

She cackles as her tentacles crackle with electricity, but wails as she is hit by the force of the belch. Her pink skin is blown off and she dissipates into nothingness. The portal behind her flickers for a few seconds as well, as the blast strikes.

Doyl

Noe that the bleeding has stopped, Doyl pulls up his breeches and chuckles, "And you said you weren't a wizard! Now keep on drinking and holding them off while I clear some room around the amulet!"

Doyl scampers toward the remains of Culsu the Golden and heaves up a severed pincered arm.

Lashtongue the Enslaver BG

Just as Doyl gets a firm hold of his loot, two jagged talons the size of daggers thrust into existence through the amulet. Two clawed hands emerge, followed by a third, tearing the portal wide to permit the passage of slavering jaws that could swallow a man whole. The maw opens, and from within springs a wickedly barbed tongue as long as a bullwhip.

The massive arms lift up the rest of the creatures body - a bulbous, purple body riddled with eyes and trailing three stunted legs that are all but useless. The demon is so large it has to bend to fit into the tavern's common room.

One of the demon's clawed hands swipe at Doyl, while the strong, sinuous tongue seeks to wrap its barbed length around Berek.

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Berek Wolf-blood

As the tongue gets closer Berek draws his axe, and yells at the sinuous length. He yells "Ingis!" and his axe's head bursts into flames. He swipes at the tongue, attempting to sever it.

Sayl the Faithless BG

He pushes his cyclopean head through the portal, and then wriggles to wrench his robed body through. He puts his hands together, and an orb of pure darkness appears. He aims at Doyl, but just before he looses the orb, he catches sight of Berek swinging his now flaming axe. He turns slowly (*OOC* therefore forgoing his turn) to face Berek.

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Doyl

The force of Lashtongue's blow shoves Doyl backward, making him slide across a table and land on the other side with a thump. Doyl, still holding on tight to the golden arm, swears in two languages, shakes his head to clear it and gets his axe ready.