This is recorded as the twenty fifth sun of the First Astral Moon.
[[NSFW post. Implied rape, lots of blood too!]]
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Oscare woke up to a resounding headache in the middle of the meeting stone, Stonefist sitting right besides him awake. A hand instinctively goes up to scratch Oscare's forehead -- feeling a bruise huger than anything he's ever experienced. His entire face was in pain. Stonefist's punch must've knocked him right out clean. Stonefist looks down to the waking highlander. "Morning, ally." Stonefist grins smugly again, the scaly mass of muscle standing up and offering the highlander a hand.
Oscare grabs the hand and helps himself up, holding his head. "Ugh -- my head -- ow..." Oscare shakes it, regretting that choice he made last night. "You outclass Berrod's punches. Nice work." Oscare compliments, getting his gear and strapping it across his shoulders. Stonefists grabs Oscare and spins the highlander towards him relatively easily, strong enough to make Oscare mildly dizzy. Stonefist grabs the quiver on Oscare's back and shove it to his belt.
"Put it there, ally." He comments. "Archers should not have their quivers at their back. Your waist will make it better," Stonefist instructs right after, passing a scaly hand up the Garlean's waist and side of his abs up to his chest.Â
Oscare gulps audibly at the suddenly touchy amalj'aa. "I -- uh. You must have good archers." Oscare readjusts the quiver to better fit his waist. Stonefist shoves Oscare to get him going, making the man grunt in response.
"Prepare yourself. We head out now. The earlier the ambush, the fast you may leave." Stonefist turns, facing south to the area where Oscare and Quicktongue fought the Burnt of Ifrit. He marches away, Oscare following him shortly after.
The trip was quiet from start to finish. They pass along the bridge and the dried out plain, passing the still bloodied wall that Oscare smashed a midlander's head against. Beyond the plains was a canyon, standing possibly hundreds among hundreds of malms high. The wind stops blowing between the two raised platforms, nothing but pure silence. Well, for a while.
A cackle is head among the silence. "Stonefist Auggh Roh?" It was Blitzagg.Â
It wasn't that hard, though. Just come into a cramped canyon trench and wait? This was one of easier tasks. Blitzagg reveals himself, towering over Auggh. Who, by the way, towers over your average roegadyn male, who towers over Oscare. Now who feels short?Â
"Enough." Auggh pushes a clenched fist forward to Blitzagg. "I knew you would be here. You run short of power, yes? The Brotherhood killed most of them yesterday." This promotes a rather hearty laugh from Blitzagg.
"Ah, that was you that were slaughtering my brothers?!" Oscare cringes from how loud he is -- echoing between the two walls of land. "Grief! I was wondering why I was losing them and dying like Eorzeans under my feet!" Blitzagg stares down Oscare, who just sighs. "Speaking of Eorzeans, you have a mighty fine looking one. I'll take him, at least I can use one of that stature. Ah, yes... big ones. I like them big."
Now it was time to feel personally dsgusted. "Yeah, uh, no." Oscare growls back, Stonefist placing a hand in front of him, a motion for the man to stop.Â
"You will not touch this ally. You've killed enough of them in our struggles." Stonefist and Stoneglare gaze at each other in silence, Stoneglare's name becomes apparent. Red eyes that look like they bled for whole eras and dried up into a gross mix of red and brown. It's like staring down a bleeding pair of ahriman -- unnerving and horrid. "Now, will you make your first strike? Or shall we talk forever?"
Stoneglare takes that as an invitation to break the silence and deliver a punch to Stonefist. Being caught off guard, Stonefist is knocked down with a large slam, punishing the stone below him. The shock of his fall was enough to make Oscare lose his footing, struggling to recover. Oscare quickly draws out his pistol, firing at Blitzagg several times. They all connect -- but Blitzagg's pure hulk of muscle makes them only just tickle. "Oh? Are these new toys? They make me laugh." Oscare looks in terror. This was a new experience, at least!
Blitzagg retaliates, grabbing Oscare and hefting the feather-weighted man in comparison over his shoulder. Roaring, Blitzagg throws Oscare at least twelve fulms above the ground in an arc throw. Oscare lands with a crunch, possibly breaking a cheek bone from the height-ground difference impact. Weakly, the man and Stonefist recover onto his feet. Stonefist takes the advantage to distract Blitzagg with a shoulder tackle, a thundering thud echoing in the trench. Oscare runs away only a couple of ilms to duck and pull out a proximity bomb, planting it in the ground and covering up the metal device with sand. Oscare hops over his trap to rejoin the fight.
The highlander was greeted with the two wrestling at each other, throwing each other at the walls and to the ground. They're both full of vigor and hatred, turning down to even tail whipping and biting. Blitzagg finally gets a grip on Auggh, hoisting the brotherhood amalj'aa over his shoulder. Oscare runs over while Blizagg's back is faced to him and firing at point blank. The surprised attack causes the adversary to stumble and drop Auggh, grunting heavily. Blitzagg faces to Oscare, looking down. Oscare continues with his momentum to climb up the amalj'aa arms and shoulder and using his shoulders as a platform.
Blitzagg fails to react due to confusion and speed of Oscare's reactions. Oscare faces his handgun straight down, firing at point blank down the worshipper's back. A little inaccuracy makes the shot hit the shoulder, but this time the gun did it's job. Blitzagg screams in pain and falls to the ground, Oscare jumps off before he falls and lands on the ground next to him.
The amalj'aa recovers quicker that Oscare would've like to, delivering an elbow strike to Oscare from behind. The highlander falls effortlessly down to the ground, the elbow striking right behind his head. Auggh is struggling to recover, something seems to have jabbed sharply into one of his thighs and it's making his recovery hard. Blitzagg walks over to the grounded Oscare and picks him up by the arms with a single hand, making Oscare wail his feet in a frenzy. The beastman adversary licks Oscare's bare neck that was drenched in sweat, savoring the flavor.
"Mmm. Good." Pervert.Â
Auggh finally comes up to his feet, tackling and pinning Blitzagg, forcing him to let go of Oscare. The highlander lands on his knee, stunned from the hard impact. Blitzagg and Auggh start punching at each other on the ground, blood spilling from both of them. Blitzagg eventually gains the upper hand, grabbing Auggh and lifting him up and off the ground. The larger amalj'aa throws the victim against the stone head first, blood splattering from his head. Auggh roars in return, too tired to retaliate however. His whole face and fists were bleeding... this was ending badly.
Blitzagg grabs Auggh by the throat and faces Oscare. "Highlander," He speaks. "I suggest you obey my commands lest you see Stonefist here die." He cackles, Oscare too injured and exhausted to take much action. While Oscare finds his handgun, Blitzagg bites Auggh's neck before speaking again. "You've always tasted so well, Auggh Roh. It's a shame that we couldn't be together, hm?"
Dammit, dammit. "There's a reason we aren't besides being of opposing views, Stoneglare." Stonefist emphasizes the name. "It's because you wanted to kill. I wanted others to live. You were vile -- wretched beast. Don't even make me begin to count the many times I've tried to talk to you." Dammit, dammit! "The path you chose was not one I was going to agree with. The Brotherhood is right, you are wrong."
"Wrong?! You pathetic pile of scales!" Blitzagg forces his body upon Auggh, an uncomfortable grunt releasing from the other amalj'aa. "Damn you and everything you stand for! Ifrit could've blessed you, but you turned to a blind eye and joined the other weaklings! You turn to Eorzeans," Blitzagg points at the harmed Oscare. "You could have it all. Better yet, you could've had me! And you even turned THAT down! I don't know how else to convince you, besides this..." Blitzagg punches Auggh clean in the jaw, the force and lack of resistance cracking and shedding some scales on Auggh's left side of the face. Oscare finally digs up his gun from the sand and shoots at Blitzagg -- missing entirely.Â
Blitzagg cackles at the missed bullet that clinks helplessly off the wall. "Hah. I know what I'll do." Blitzagg whispers, smashing Auggh's face in with an elbow strike and more blood pours out. Auggh falls down, hardly moving at all, probably not breathing much either. Blitzagg then marches over to Oscare, plucking the man off the ground pushing him against the other wall. "Now, Auggh Roh. Watch as I take your Eorzean as mine. And not in temperament either."
Blitzagg beats Oscare in the face several times until the world goes black.
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This ends the entry for this day.
[[I'M A CRAP WRITER. Anyway, not much of this left!]]
[[NSFW post. Implied rape, lots of blood too!]]
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Oscare woke up to a resounding headache in the middle of the meeting stone, Stonefist sitting right besides him awake. A hand instinctively goes up to scratch Oscare's forehead -- feeling a bruise huger than anything he's ever experienced. His entire face was in pain. Stonefist's punch must've knocked him right out clean. Stonefist looks down to the waking highlander. "Morning, ally." Stonefist grins smugly again, the scaly mass of muscle standing up and offering the highlander a hand.
Oscare grabs the hand and helps himself up, holding his head. "Ugh -- my head -- ow..." Oscare shakes it, regretting that choice he made last night. "You outclass Berrod's punches. Nice work." Oscare compliments, getting his gear and strapping it across his shoulders. Stonefists grabs Oscare and spins the highlander towards him relatively easily, strong enough to make Oscare mildly dizzy. Stonefist grabs the quiver on Oscare's back and shove it to his belt.
"Put it there, ally." He comments. "Archers should not have their quivers at their back. Your waist will make it better," Stonefist instructs right after, passing a scaly hand up the Garlean's waist and side of his abs up to his chest.Â
Oscare gulps audibly at the suddenly touchy amalj'aa. "I -- uh. You must have good archers." Oscare readjusts the quiver to better fit his waist. Stonefist shoves Oscare to get him going, making the man grunt in response.
"Prepare yourself. We head out now. The earlier the ambush, the fast you may leave." Stonefist turns, facing south to the area where Oscare and Quicktongue fought the Burnt of Ifrit. He marches away, Oscare following him shortly after.
The trip was quiet from start to finish. They pass along the bridge and the dried out plain, passing the still bloodied wall that Oscare smashed a midlander's head against. Beyond the plains was a canyon, standing possibly hundreds among hundreds of malms high. The wind stops blowing between the two raised platforms, nothing but pure silence. Well, for a while.
A cackle is head among the silence. "Stonefist Auggh Roh?" It was Blitzagg.Â
It wasn't that hard, though. Just come into a cramped canyon trench and wait? This was one of easier tasks. Blitzagg reveals himself, towering over Auggh. Who, by the way, towers over your average roegadyn male, who towers over Oscare. Now who feels short?Â
"Enough." Auggh pushes a clenched fist forward to Blitzagg. "I knew you would be here. You run short of power, yes? The Brotherhood killed most of them yesterday." This promotes a rather hearty laugh from Blitzagg.
"Ah, that was you that were slaughtering my brothers?!" Oscare cringes from how loud he is -- echoing between the two walls of land. "Grief! I was wondering why I was losing them and dying like Eorzeans under my feet!" Blitzagg stares down Oscare, who just sighs. "Speaking of Eorzeans, you have a mighty fine looking one. I'll take him, at least I can use one of that stature. Ah, yes... big ones. I like them big."
Now it was time to feel personally dsgusted. "Yeah, uh, no." Oscare growls back, Stonefist placing a hand in front of him, a motion for the man to stop.Â
"You will not touch this ally. You've killed enough of them in our struggles." Stonefist and Stoneglare gaze at each other in silence, Stoneglare's name becomes apparent. Red eyes that look like they bled for whole eras and dried up into a gross mix of red and brown. It's like staring down a bleeding pair of ahriman -- unnerving and horrid. "Now, will you make your first strike? Or shall we talk forever?"
Stoneglare takes that as an invitation to break the silence and deliver a punch to Stonefist. Being caught off guard, Stonefist is knocked down with a large slam, punishing the stone below him. The shock of his fall was enough to make Oscare lose his footing, struggling to recover. Oscare quickly draws out his pistol, firing at Blitzagg several times. They all connect -- but Blitzagg's pure hulk of muscle makes them only just tickle. "Oh? Are these new toys? They make me laugh." Oscare looks in terror. This was a new experience, at least!
Blitzagg retaliates, grabbing Oscare and hefting the feather-weighted man in comparison over his shoulder. Roaring, Blitzagg throws Oscare at least twelve fulms above the ground in an arc throw. Oscare lands with a crunch, possibly breaking a cheek bone from the height-ground difference impact. Weakly, the man and Stonefist recover onto his feet. Stonefist takes the advantage to distract Blitzagg with a shoulder tackle, a thundering thud echoing in the trench. Oscare runs away only a couple of ilms to duck and pull out a proximity bomb, planting it in the ground and covering up the metal device with sand. Oscare hops over his trap to rejoin the fight.
The highlander was greeted with the two wrestling at each other, throwing each other at the walls and to the ground. They're both full of vigor and hatred, turning down to even tail whipping and biting. Blitzagg finally gets a grip on Auggh, hoisting the brotherhood amalj'aa over his shoulder. Oscare runs over while Blizagg's back is faced to him and firing at point blank. The surprised attack causes the adversary to stumble and drop Auggh, grunting heavily. Blitzagg faces to Oscare, looking down. Oscare continues with his momentum to climb up the amalj'aa arms and shoulder and using his shoulders as a platform.
Blitzagg fails to react due to confusion and speed of Oscare's reactions. Oscare faces his handgun straight down, firing at point blank down the worshipper's back. A little inaccuracy makes the shot hit the shoulder, but this time the gun did it's job. Blitzagg screams in pain and falls to the ground, Oscare jumps off before he falls and lands on the ground next to him.
The amalj'aa recovers quicker that Oscare would've like to, delivering an elbow strike to Oscare from behind. The highlander falls effortlessly down to the ground, the elbow striking right behind his head. Auggh is struggling to recover, something seems to have jabbed sharply into one of his thighs and it's making his recovery hard. Blitzagg walks over to the grounded Oscare and picks him up by the arms with a single hand, making Oscare wail his feet in a frenzy. The beastman adversary licks Oscare's bare neck that was drenched in sweat, savoring the flavor.
"Mmm. Good." Pervert.Â
Auggh finally comes up to his feet, tackling and pinning Blitzagg, forcing him to let go of Oscare. The highlander lands on his knee, stunned from the hard impact. Blitzagg and Auggh start punching at each other on the ground, blood spilling from both of them. Blitzagg eventually gains the upper hand, grabbing Auggh and lifting him up and off the ground. The larger amalj'aa throws the victim against the stone head first, blood splattering from his head. Auggh roars in return, too tired to retaliate however. His whole face and fists were bleeding... this was ending badly.
Blitzagg grabs Auggh by the throat and faces Oscare. "Highlander," He speaks. "I suggest you obey my commands lest you see Stonefist here die." He cackles, Oscare too injured and exhausted to take much action. While Oscare finds his handgun, Blitzagg bites Auggh's neck before speaking again. "You've always tasted so well, Auggh Roh. It's a shame that we couldn't be together, hm?"
Dammit, dammit. "There's a reason we aren't besides being of opposing views, Stoneglare." Stonefist emphasizes the name. "It's because you wanted to kill. I wanted others to live. You were vile -- wretched beast. Don't even make me begin to count the many times I've tried to talk to you." Dammit, dammit! "The path you chose was not one I was going to agree with. The Brotherhood is right, you are wrong."
"Wrong?! You pathetic pile of scales!" Blitzagg forces his body upon Auggh, an uncomfortable grunt releasing from the other amalj'aa. "Damn you and everything you stand for! Ifrit could've blessed you, but you turned to a blind eye and joined the other weaklings! You turn to Eorzeans," Blitzagg points at the harmed Oscare. "You could have it all. Better yet, you could've had me! And you even turned THAT down! I don't know how else to convince you, besides this..." Blitzagg punches Auggh clean in the jaw, the force and lack of resistance cracking and shedding some scales on Auggh's left side of the face. Oscare finally digs up his gun from the sand and shoots at Blitzagg -- missing entirely.Â
Blitzagg cackles at the missed bullet that clinks helplessly off the wall. "Hah. I know what I'll do." Blitzagg whispers, smashing Auggh's face in with an elbow strike and more blood pours out. Auggh falls down, hardly moving at all, probably not breathing much either. Blitzagg then marches over to Oscare, plucking the man off the ground pushing him against the other wall. "Now, Auggh Roh. Watch as I take your Eorzean as mine. And not in temperament either."
Blitzagg beats Oscare in the face several times until the world goes black.
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This ends the entry for this day.
[[I'M A CRAP WRITER. Anyway, not much of this left!]]
"Critical fails; for when the GM sobs at night and the players get free checks."
