[x] Woman. If you are sorry, then kill the man named Kohsa.
[x] Continue to pulp the shit out of the Oni.
[x] Continue to pulp the shit out of the Oni.
Glory of the Emerald Empire (Legend of the 5 Rings Quest)
- Thread starter Winged Knight
- Start date
- Fantasy
Dirtnap
Kanmusu Affecionado
He has to kill the last sacrifice on the altar of death or whatever. For that he has to crawl his shattered body over to it.
EtchedSteel
*mumble mumble*
- Location
- Lima. Peru
[x] Woman. If you are sorry, then kill the man named Kohsa.
[x] Continue to pulp the shit out of the Oni.
[x] Continue to pulp the shit out of the Oni.
Ridiculously Average Guy
I'm you, but stronger
- Location
-
[x] Woman. If you are sorry, then kill the man named Kohsa.
[x] Continue to pulp the shit out of the Oni.
[x] Continue to pulp the shit out of the Oni.
The Sandman
So Zetta Slowpoke
- Location
- Wherever I am, which isn't where I'm not
[X] Grab old man
[X] Hit Oni with old man in one hand and tetsubo in another
[X] Hit Oni with old man in one hand and tetsubo in another
- Location
- Canada
[x] Woman. If you are sorry, then kill the man named Kohsa.
[x] Continue to pulp the shit out of the Oni.
[x] Continue to pulp the shit out of the Oni.
[X] Grab old man
[X] Hit Oni with old man in one hand and tetsubo in another
[X] Hit Oni with old man in one hand and tetsubo in another
- Location
- Austrlia
There's the Pic I was looking for![X] Grab old man
[X] Hit Oni with old man in one hand and tetsubo in another
Google! You have failed me!
2.137
Winged Knight
Still just a crazy man with a wolf on his head
- Location
- Texas
[x] Woman. If you are sorry, then kill the man named Kohsa.
[x] Continue to pulp the shit out of the Oni.
Will Roll: 7d10=52
Strength Roll: 6d10=51
Attack Roll: 10k5+2=28
Damage Roll: 10k3+10=54
The old man… He is responsible for the presence of the corrupted abomination that offends the sensibilities of this realm. He brought it here, and now he is doing something else. His power lies within the blood, and he is about to spill more of it. Within the depths of your mind, so overwhelmed with the power coursing through your body, you know this must be prevented.
But you still must deal with the creature. It is getting back up now, preparing to attack again. Its shell was cracked and scorched, and one of its faces was completely destroyed, but taking your attention away from it could be deadly. You have to kill this monster now. Its presence cannot be abided.
Even more, the fire that bubbles up from within you needs to be released. Pain is growing inside of you, an agony that only increases the longer the power is left idle. You have to exert it, direct it at something other than yourself, lest you be consumed by the inferno that even now bleeds outside of your body.
What, then, can you do? You have to confront the abomination, but at the same time the old man has to be stopped. You cannot be in two places at once, so how can you rectify this dilemma?
A thought comes, forcing its way through the maelstrom that is your mind.
"Woman," you say in a voice that seems unrecognizable to you. "If you are truly sorry, then go kill the man Kohsa. He is-"
The monster rears up and unleashes a loud, discordant shriek that made the very air rippled beneath its force. The ground cracks and splinters as a wall of solid noise hits you dead on, but you pay it no heed. Your attention is focused back on the foul one now, and you step forward even as the woman screams as she is sent flying back before the power the creature has unleashed.
You take one step, then another. It is as if the air itself is trying to force you back, but you press on. You do not stumble, nor do you fall back. You only move onward, weapon held ready to deliver another strike to this unnatural thing that has invaded a world where it does not belong.
But while the shrieking barrier does not harm you, it does slow you down. You would rush at this monster and bring its destruction, but the most you can do is simply walk forward. You feel the faintest glimmers of aggravation at the delay, though it is buried beneath the inhuman focus that dominates your consciousness. If only…
The giant charges up from behind the monster and slams the creature's faces into the floor, stopping the sound. The insectoid demon struggles against the giant's grip, but the behemoth is too strong. Even wounded from at least half a dozen injuries, his blood pouring like rivers to fall upon the ground, he manages to hold firm. His muscles bulge as he holds the monster in place, preventing it from further interfering with you.
"Now, Samurai!" the giant bellows. "End the demon now!"
You do not need encouragement. You rush forward, a trail of flames streaming behind you, and slam your weapon into the abomination's side. Fire explodes out from the point of impact, a heat so great the giant is forced to let go and step back to avoid being burned. The demon screams as the strike sending it flying to the side, fire engulfing more of its form and spraying chunks of chitin everywhere.
It lands with a crunch, flames racing across its body and breaking apart its shell. Blood pools out, sizzling across the rock, and the demon thrashes where it lay. Soon enough the thrashing ceases, and the beast merely twitches in place. Then, finally, it is still.
A scream fills the cavern, drawing your attention back to the pool of blood. The old man, Kohsa, stands above it with blood pooling from his outstretched arm. He has gripped that arm with his other hand, struggling as if trying to pull it back. An unseen force holds him firm, however, and the best he does is scrabble uselessly against the ground.
"What is this?" Kohsa shrieks. "This is… this is not what you promised, Oni! What… What…"
His words die as his skin shrivels up, his body drying out. He screams again, the pitch rising into something terrible and inhuman before finally cutting off as the man's body fades into dust that falls into the pool of blood. The pool, meanwhile, swirls as if caught in a vortex. It seems to lead into a gaping pit that went down into crimson darkness, a terrible abyss that opens up into a place of nightmares and horrors beyond imagining.
You've little tome to think on that, however. The pain lancing through your body increases, pushing through even your deadened thoughts and driving you to your knees. The power is killing you… That much is obvious now. If you do not push the fire back, keep it from flowing out without control, then you will be consumed utterly.
You burn, and you are dying.
[] Focus your thoughts and force yourself to contain the fire. (Roll Willpower)
[] Write in.
[x] Continue to pulp the shit out of the Oni.
Will Roll: 7d10=52
Strength Roll: 6d10=51
Attack Roll: 10k5+2=28
Damage Roll: 10k3+10=54
The old man… He is responsible for the presence of the corrupted abomination that offends the sensibilities of this realm. He brought it here, and now he is doing something else. His power lies within the blood, and he is about to spill more of it. Within the depths of your mind, so overwhelmed with the power coursing through your body, you know this must be prevented.
But you still must deal with the creature. It is getting back up now, preparing to attack again. Its shell was cracked and scorched, and one of its faces was completely destroyed, but taking your attention away from it could be deadly. You have to kill this monster now. Its presence cannot be abided.
Even more, the fire that bubbles up from within you needs to be released. Pain is growing inside of you, an agony that only increases the longer the power is left idle. You have to exert it, direct it at something other than yourself, lest you be consumed by the inferno that even now bleeds outside of your body.
What, then, can you do? You have to confront the abomination, but at the same time the old man has to be stopped. You cannot be in two places at once, so how can you rectify this dilemma?
A thought comes, forcing its way through the maelstrom that is your mind.
"Woman," you say in a voice that seems unrecognizable to you. "If you are truly sorry, then go kill the man Kohsa. He is-"
The monster rears up and unleashes a loud, discordant shriek that made the very air rippled beneath its force. The ground cracks and splinters as a wall of solid noise hits you dead on, but you pay it no heed. Your attention is focused back on the foul one now, and you step forward even as the woman screams as she is sent flying back before the power the creature has unleashed.
You take one step, then another. It is as if the air itself is trying to force you back, but you press on. You do not stumble, nor do you fall back. You only move onward, weapon held ready to deliver another strike to this unnatural thing that has invaded a world where it does not belong.
But while the shrieking barrier does not harm you, it does slow you down. You would rush at this monster and bring its destruction, but the most you can do is simply walk forward. You feel the faintest glimmers of aggravation at the delay, though it is buried beneath the inhuman focus that dominates your consciousness. If only…
The giant charges up from behind the monster and slams the creature's faces into the floor, stopping the sound. The insectoid demon struggles against the giant's grip, but the behemoth is too strong. Even wounded from at least half a dozen injuries, his blood pouring like rivers to fall upon the ground, he manages to hold firm. His muscles bulge as he holds the monster in place, preventing it from further interfering with you.
"Now, Samurai!" the giant bellows. "End the demon now!"
You do not need encouragement. You rush forward, a trail of flames streaming behind you, and slam your weapon into the abomination's side. Fire explodes out from the point of impact, a heat so great the giant is forced to let go and step back to avoid being burned. The demon screams as the strike sending it flying to the side, fire engulfing more of its form and spraying chunks of chitin everywhere.
It lands with a crunch, flames racing across its body and breaking apart its shell. Blood pools out, sizzling across the rock, and the demon thrashes where it lay. Soon enough the thrashing ceases, and the beast merely twitches in place. Then, finally, it is still.
A scream fills the cavern, drawing your attention back to the pool of blood. The old man, Kohsa, stands above it with blood pooling from his outstretched arm. He has gripped that arm with his other hand, struggling as if trying to pull it back. An unseen force holds him firm, however, and the best he does is scrabble uselessly against the ground.
"What is this?" Kohsa shrieks. "This is… this is not what you promised, Oni! What… What…"
His words die as his skin shrivels up, his body drying out. He screams again, the pitch rising into something terrible and inhuman before finally cutting off as the man's body fades into dust that falls into the pool of blood. The pool, meanwhile, swirls as if caught in a vortex. It seems to lead into a gaping pit that went down into crimson darkness, a terrible abyss that opens up into a place of nightmares and horrors beyond imagining.
You've little tome to think on that, however. The pain lancing through your body increases, pushing through even your deadened thoughts and driving you to your knees. The power is killing you… That much is obvious now. If you do not push the fire back, keep it from flowing out without control, then you will be consumed utterly.
You burn, and you are dying.
[] Focus your thoughts and force yourself to contain the fire. (Roll Willpower)
[] Write in.
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okais
Tech Arthur
- Location
- Brunei
You mean little time? Odd about talking a book in the second last paragraph.
Cannongerbil
I came here to nep at you
- Location
- Soviet Lunar Base
Yeah, there's a passageway that took about half and hour to walk before reaching the main chamber. We're probably not going to make it out in time.
[x] Burn up the pool of blood. Cleanse the area
EtchedSteel
*mumble mumble*
- Location
- Lima. Peru
[x] Burn up the pool of blood. Cleanse the area
I'm worried about the others. I hope with doing so we will not end up burning them as well.
I'm worried about the others. I hope with doing so we will not end up burning them as well.
Ridiculously Average Guy
I'm you, but stronger
- Location
-
[x] Burn up the pool of blood. Cleanse the area
No blood no portal.
No blood no portal.
2.138
Winged Knight
Still just a crazy man with a wolf on his head
- Location
- Texas
[x] Burn up the pool of blood. Cleanse the area
Will Roll: 7d10=41
Stamina Roll: 3d10=15
The fire is welling up inside of you, creating a colossal pressure beneath your skin. Your skull is pounding now, a rhythmic thumping of agony lacing through your head in time with your heartbeat. You feel like a water container that has been overfilled, just a few short moments from bursting apart.
You must relieve the pressure… You have to gain some space within your own body to regain a hold over your mind. But there's just nothing for you to grab on to, nothing for you to focus on to pierce through the overwhelming weight of the power coursing through your flesh. You have to direct the fire somehow, push it away from you…
Two giant hands reach up from within the bloody portal, settling on either side of the lip. The fingers end in claws rather than nails, and the skin is an unhealthy purple. The ground cracks as the hands begin to push against it, as if they are trying to widen the portal further. Something is trying to get out. Or, perhaps, to get in.
Could this hole in the world lead to another place? Might this ritual that Kohsa had unwittingly completed been to bore a hole from this mortal world into another far more terrible one? You get the same feeling from those hands as you did from the demon before. Whatever this thing is, it is related to the creature you just defeated.
That means it cannot be allowed to come through.
You are not sure how, but you force the fire away from yourself and on to those monstrous hands. It extends from your hands, from your mouth, in a torrent of flames so thick it is almost like a fluid. The inferno latches on to the otherworldly flesh greedily, blackening it beneath terrible heat. A deep, piercing howl fills the air from the other end of the portal and the hands retreat back.
You keep pushing the fire away, though, setting it upon the whirling blood. The liquid bubbles and steams, evaporating in a crimson mist, but not as much as it likely should have. The blood almost seems to be fighting against you, struggling to maintain its form. Whatever is empowering this portal will not be dispelled so easily.
Your thoughts come more clearly now that you have finally had a chance to release the fire, and you push your way through the haze that has so clouded your mind. The seconds pass by agonizingly slowly as you wrestle with the pressure within yourself, trying to regain full consciousness.
It is like you are pushing a stone up a steep hill. The endeavor is not just a matter of strength, but of focus. If you try too hard in an incorrect way, you will lose balance and the stone will come tumbling back down. That cannot be allowed to happen, for you are certain you will be crushed beneath its weight. So you have to do this right, have to ensure your burden reaches where you can release it safely.
Finally, after what seems like hours, you feel the power fade within you. The fog within your mind vanishes, and you are fully yourself again. You are Hiruma Sosuke, Samurai of the Crab.
But with the return to clarity comes perfect feeling of all the agony you have endured. You gasp and fall to your hands and knees, just barely managing to keep from collapsing upon the ground. Everything hurts. Your joints feel as if someone has stabbed them with knives, and your muscles are burning so much you would almost think you were still on fire.
But even still, this is a normal pain. The pressure from before, the overwhelming heat that rushed out from within you, has vanished. All you feel now are the normal aches of one who has overexerted himself, if perhaps multiplied several fold. Even hurting as you are, it is by far more preferable to your previous state of being.
Several more moments pass as you do your utmost to keep your breath steady, trying to fight through the agony. It is a useless gesture. Your will is all but spent by this point, and exhaustion is dulling the responsiveness of your body. The best you manage is to not pass out right then and there, keeping conscious only through sheer concentration and stubbornness.
A sound next to you draws your attention, creating a blessed distraction from the pain. You look up and see Shasa gazing at the portal. She is injured, her armor cracked and stained from the blood flowing from her wounds. She looks as if she can barely stand, though somehow she manages.
One injury in particular draws your attention. Shasa's beautiful face is marred from where she attempted to rip out her eyes, deep scratches torn into her skin. What could she have seen within the Oni's illusions that would drive her to such an extreme?
"It's not over yet," she whispers, so quiet you can barely hear her.
"Sha-" you start, your voice raspy. You swallow and continue. "Shasa?"
"You were right to direct the fire there, Sosuke-san," Shasa continues. "The ritual was not yet ready for this step. More blood was needed to ensure the portal's stability, and your flame has weakened it further. But more will be required to seal it."
"How… How do you know these things?" you ask. "Shasa, what are you saying?"
She looks down at you with a sad smile, sorrow filling her eyes. "I know because the kansen are whispering it to me even now, Sosuke-san." Tears flow down her cheeks. "I know because I am Maho-tsukai. I cannot deny it any more, not now. Not after what I have seen. I tried to fool myself into thinking it was just a few times, that I would never touch it again. But that is… That is not how this works. I realize that now."
"Wha-What?" you ask, unable to speak any further. Shock and pain hold your tongue fast, and all you can do is stare at Shasa with wide eyes as she turns her attention back to the portal.
"There is still something that must be done before this portal can be closed," Shasa says, ignoring your stupefaction. "The ritual was completed with a sacrifice… and it must be broken with one. I will see this finished."
She walks forward.
[] Call out to her and beg her to stop.
[] Let her continue.
[] Write in.
Sosuke has suffered 25 Wounds. He has 43 Wounds remaining and is in the Hurt Bracket. He will take +10 difficulty to all actions until he is healed.
Will Roll: 7d10=41
Stamina Roll: 3d10=15
The fire is welling up inside of you, creating a colossal pressure beneath your skin. Your skull is pounding now, a rhythmic thumping of agony lacing through your head in time with your heartbeat. You feel like a water container that has been overfilled, just a few short moments from bursting apart.
You must relieve the pressure… You have to gain some space within your own body to regain a hold over your mind. But there's just nothing for you to grab on to, nothing for you to focus on to pierce through the overwhelming weight of the power coursing through your flesh. You have to direct the fire somehow, push it away from you…
Two giant hands reach up from within the bloody portal, settling on either side of the lip. The fingers end in claws rather than nails, and the skin is an unhealthy purple. The ground cracks as the hands begin to push against it, as if they are trying to widen the portal further. Something is trying to get out. Or, perhaps, to get in.
Could this hole in the world lead to another place? Might this ritual that Kohsa had unwittingly completed been to bore a hole from this mortal world into another far more terrible one? You get the same feeling from those hands as you did from the demon before. Whatever this thing is, it is related to the creature you just defeated.
That means it cannot be allowed to come through.
You are not sure how, but you force the fire away from yourself and on to those monstrous hands. It extends from your hands, from your mouth, in a torrent of flames so thick it is almost like a fluid. The inferno latches on to the otherworldly flesh greedily, blackening it beneath terrible heat. A deep, piercing howl fills the air from the other end of the portal and the hands retreat back.
You keep pushing the fire away, though, setting it upon the whirling blood. The liquid bubbles and steams, evaporating in a crimson mist, but not as much as it likely should have. The blood almost seems to be fighting against you, struggling to maintain its form. Whatever is empowering this portal will not be dispelled so easily.
Your thoughts come more clearly now that you have finally had a chance to release the fire, and you push your way through the haze that has so clouded your mind. The seconds pass by agonizingly slowly as you wrestle with the pressure within yourself, trying to regain full consciousness.
It is like you are pushing a stone up a steep hill. The endeavor is not just a matter of strength, but of focus. If you try too hard in an incorrect way, you will lose balance and the stone will come tumbling back down. That cannot be allowed to happen, for you are certain you will be crushed beneath its weight. So you have to do this right, have to ensure your burden reaches where you can release it safely.
Finally, after what seems like hours, you feel the power fade within you. The fog within your mind vanishes, and you are fully yourself again. You are Hiruma Sosuke, Samurai of the Crab.
But with the return to clarity comes perfect feeling of all the agony you have endured. You gasp and fall to your hands and knees, just barely managing to keep from collapsing upon the ground. Everything hurts. Your joints feel as if someone has stabbed them with knives, and your muscles are burning so much you would almost think you were still on fire.
But even still, this is a normal pain. The pressure from before, the overwhelming heat that rushed out from within you, has vanished. All you feel now are the normal aches of one who has overexerted himself, if perhaps multiplied several fold. Even hurting as you are, it is by far more preferable to your previous state of being.
Several more moments pass as you do your utmost to keep your breath steady, trying to fight through the agony. It is a useless gesture. Your will is all but spent by this point, and exhaustion is dulling the responsiveness of your body. The best you manage is to not pass out right then and there, keeping conscious only through sheer concentration and stubbornness.
A sound next to you draws your attention, creating a blessed distraction from the pain. You look up and see Shasa gazing at the portal. She is injured, her armor cracked and stained from the blood flowing from her wounds. She looks as if she can barely stand, though somehow she manages.
One injury in particular draws your attention. Shasa's beautiful face is marred from where she attempted to rip out her eyes, deep scratches torn into her skin. What could she have seen within the Oni's illusions that would drive her to such an extreme?
"It's not over yet," she whispers, so quiet you can barely hear her.
"Sha-" you start, your voice raspy. You swallow and continue. "Shasa?"
"You were right to direct the fire there, Sosuke-san," Shasa continues. "The ritual was not yet ready for this step. More blood was needed to ensure the portal's stability, and your flame has weakened it further. But more will be required to seal it."
"How… How do you know these things?" you ask. "Shasa, what are you saying?"
She looks down at you with a sad smile, sorrow filling her eyes. "I know because the kansen are whispering it to me even now, Sosuke-san." Tears flow down her cheeks. "I know because I am Maho-tsukai. I cannot deny it any more, not now. Not after what I have seen. I tried to fool myself into thinking it was just a few times, that I would never touch it again. But that is… That is not how this works. I realize that now."
"Wha-What?" you ask, unable to speak any further. Shock and pain hold your tongue fast, and all you can do is stare at Shasa with wide eyes as she turns her attention back to the portal.
"There is still something that must be done before this portal can be closed," Shasa says, ignoring your stupefaction. "The ritual was completed with a sacrifice… and it must be broken with one. I will see this finished."
She walks forward.
[] Call out to her and beg her to stop.
[] Let her continue.
[] Write in.
Sosuke has suffered 25 Wounds. He has 43 Wounds remaining and is in the Hurt Bracket. He will take +10 difficulty to all actions until he is healed.
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