#alteiaunderground

[apexulansis]

@alteia-underground

If there was one thing that Zovariy preferred to do alone more than anything else, it was scavenge for resources. There was no lack of it back home; they barely had to do anything to have their developments fully funded. Yet in a way, they couldn't help but feel that it defeated much of the journey starting somewhere so easy. They were never afraid of getting their hands dirty, regardless of what those who knew nothing of them outside of their origins assumed. Working with what you've built yourself instead of what was simply handed to you — that was much more rewarding. They didn't need or want the hand holding. The assistance.

That meant they didn't want to encounter others, and they didn't bring any beyond their own bio-drones (carcasses of predacious creatures reanimated by Dominion technology). Zovariy made an effort to avoid prying eyes; the Head-Hunter was cloaked and so were they in their armor until they reached the innards of a cavern system. Their figure was obscured by the metal plates, seeming more synthetic than organic right down to the extra pair of limbs that functioned as rotating drills, ones they put to use by the time their cybernetics finally located a vein worth harvesting.

It was dark and enclosed. It would be pitch black were it not for the subtle red glow of their armor and their eyes. For a kariian, it was familiar. Especially when they happened to be mining. But this was still an alien world. And so, while they had managed to avoid sapients, even though their cloak of invisibility was now dropped, they weren't yet off their guard. Besides... Sound carried easily through these stony halls. The sound of their drilling, but also of unwanted company.

[heliinx]

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"No! No-no more DAEMON-THINGS."

Heliinx calls upon her magic, only to find it isn't there, thanks to the collar around her throat. And upon that discover, her frustrated rage all but dies. She becomes the very picture of reasonableness in the seconds that follow, eyes glancing about for a hiding spot.

"Why you here? What Blood God want now-now?!"

[skxrbrand]

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“ I tire of these games rat. You try my patience.” The Bloodthirster stands up, looming over the rat king when next he comes poking around. “ What you seek is no prize and I will show you that it isn’t.”

[xaallo]

2.  STORM :  for both muses to find shelter from a severe storm.

(You can pick the muses!)

2.  STORM :  for both muses to find shelter from a severe storm.

Sudden storms were always aggravating at first. A nice, sunny day suddenly interrupted by the clamor of thunder, the hails of rain. Xaallo had gone from casually stroking to tearing through the wet, finding shelter in a barn to groom the water from his fur. But grumbling had turned into quiet appreciation. There was nothing like the soothing sound of rain upon a roof, even from a storm as harsh as this.

And something else must've had the same idea, for the barn day open and something black flitted it's way in. Large, odd-eyed, and smelling of wet fur. Clouds darkened the sky; the barn itself was already dim and so Xaallo failed to make them out.

Deciding not to reveal himself, he pressed into the corners of the old edifice instead, golden eyes locked onto wherever he believed them to be.

[elveswithoutearsmultimuse]

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Silver had docked the ship, telling the crew to wait aboard the ship, so he could get a basic layout of the land.

The man walked slow, gyros and gears clicking away as he kept a sharp eye out while trying to keep his head down.

New planet... One he didn't know too much about.

Lets see what he can find around here.

[skxrbrand]

.... Oh. oh.... oh alright... He didn't know this one, but Gordon decided he quite liked them. He removed his crown and spun it on his finger, eyeing the Khornate. "My oh my and thank you thank you~ " He grins.

"Khazaan never told me he had a good looking sibling." He offers his crown. "Please, the gifts are for the three of you. and this for you, a token of my gratitude." and favor...

Kha'xanzyr's stoic neutrality, practiced over eons and over myriad diplomatic missions, cracks immediately. He takes Gordon's crown, the thing small in his great red hands, and he makes a fist. Easily, the metal crunches and then, without breaking Gordon's gaze, he drops the thing in the dirt.

The Bloodthirster turns without a word, stalking off after his army.

[xaallo]

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He didn't believe the thing's intentions to be malicious. At least, no one could say it had killed anyone, though Okaal rather suspected that was a matter of time. A 'yet' more than a 'never'. In any case, there was damage. Injuries and destruction of property by the mysterious, purple, long-bodied being that no one could seem to catch but several claimed to see. Even some of his own force, who's technology had failed them. Finest in the Galaxy and it had been ineffective.

But that's why Okaal was here. Accounts clearly put the thing as supernatural, a demon of some kind. Even his headmate, Isseslai, had no clue as to it's origin. Nothing I've eaten or otherwise, it he commented. It was all the confirmation Okaal had needed.

He felt a bit silly, walking around with a blade crafted from blessed silver, melted down and reforged into a deadly shape. Silly, but prepared. Unlike his contemporaries, he had no plans to fail.

[apexulansis]

@alteia-underground said: more bowing "I am so so so sorry if there is anything i can offer you to make it up it will be done I swear I'm not a homewrecker-" [Lol he's absolutely mortified. He's a hoe but he has standards.]

Ardaka rubbed a hand along the side of his own head and grumbled. “You don't have to grovel to me, either.. Compensation isn't needed. Just—” He glanced over the other, the bristling of his fur already smoothing down. Somewhat. “That hint of chlorine you scent on him — that's me. Remember that.”

[elveswithoutearsmultimuse]

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The Inevitable had spotted the land earlier in the day, mountains hard to miss. They hadn't be able to find it on any of the maps they had, and Sarah wondered if perhaps White Rock even know about it.

It ended with a small group of the hunters heading to the coast in a skiff, Jacob leading the team.

When they were able to put their shoes in the sand, Jacob had immediately ordered for everyone to start exploring meet back up on the beach at nightfall so they could return to the ship. If they could find food or other supplies here, Jacob would consider it a success.

Hand on his sword hilt, he explored, wandering far off on his own.

[skxrbrand]

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Being one of the most dangerous creatures in all of creation had it’s perks such as being able to lay out, prone, under the desert sun surrounded by all manner of monster and creature and have none of them dare approach you.

But King Gordon wasn’t from the desert. And the sleeping Daemon presented an opportunity for a little bit of payback, however petty it might be. Runic waiting restlessly in the distance, the retchen king had approached the sleeping Bloodthirster and maneuvered himself onto the brute’s shoulder. Fortunately for him, Khazaan was a fairly heavy sleeper otherwise he would’ve surely felt the rodent hands of the King twisting and shimmying and pulling the stolen crown off of his horn...

Mounting up his winged beast, Gordon left with a whoop, victory swelling in his chest. The lost crown had been re-taken, even if it had been replaced by a more ornate one in the meantime. It was the sentiment that counted, the principle. But the joy quickly bled away and clarity returned to the retchen’s eyes, he noticed something...different.

The metal of the crown had been warped by the heat of the daemon, but also by it’s sheer unnaturalness. What was one gold, was now brass. What had once been stately and kingly was now ugly sharp angles and sinister spikes. What had once been smooth metal was engraved by thin, evil runes. A malice exuded from the thing now, the very brass corrupted...

Khazaan isn’t the most observative of daemons and it takes an errant comment from a Bloodletter to let him know the crown is gone. The she-rat in his thrall is his first suspect, but when raiding her burrow turns up nothing, the Bloodthirster takes to the wing and makes for his second suspect: Gordon. It’s a petty thing, the crown, but he will not countenance being stolen from.

...However, when he arrives to the Kingdom, death sits on the wind long before he has a chance to bring it. Bodies are broken, the dead and dying choke the ground and his fury is dimmed by curiosity...then, a knowing malice. Some fool has worn the crown and all in their vicinity have gone mad with rage.

“ Silly rodents.” Khazaan murmurs as he steps over the bodies to find who bears the Brazen Crown of Hate...

[skxrbrand]

“EW WHAT!? NO!! ABSOLUTELY NOT NO GROSS NO!! I plan to have her as my steed, GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF THE GUTTER!”

“AND WHY WOULD YOU SAY IT LIKE THAT!? WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU SAY IT LIKE THAT!?!?”

"....Say what? You wish to fight her, do you not?"

Khazaan snorted.

" She will trample you into blood and mud, fool. Get a horse. Better yet, walk on your own two hooves."

[heliinx]

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[skxrbrand]

well. His first ride with Runic had gone terribly. Gordon stares up in terror at the absolute MONSTER of a daemon before him… and offers it the head of the days sport. A good sized cave dragon. Opting to pretend the visit was intentional. Runic was certainly acting like it was.

Khazaan is visibly only interested the massive canid creature watching them both. He only takes the skull once Gordon get's obnoxious about it's offering, practically snatching it away with a glare.

"The hound." He sniffs, twice. " Who is she. What is she."

Her craving for violence absolutely doesn't go unnoticed.