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The Daemon Wars
Topic Started: Oct 18 2017, 06:39 AM (438 Views)
Talan
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The incursions had been small at first, random attacks on small hamlets and remote areas.

Daemons were not widely seen in the Worlde...there were some, but not many. Their presence was seen in the bastard offspring they left behind or the bodies that were found. Daemons fed on life force and any that came into contact with a hungry Daemon never lived to tell the tale, their husked bodies were all that was left and they were burned.

Now they were coming on mass from the Void, fighting forces, bent on causing destruction in their wake. They were creatures so terrible and so beautiful, so cruel... devoid of the emotions that Umans, Elves and Dwarves and the other races of the Worlde were familiar with. Daemons killed, Daemons fought, Daemons toyed with their prey.

There were also different levels of Daemon in their hierarchy, there were the Base, the lowest of their kind, despised by their bretheren, followed by the Undkai, a type of footsoldier, the Hiawn, their middle Nobilty, The Ilur, Daemon royalty and the Elder, discarnate entities rarely ever seen.

All except the Elder were entering the fray, the Worlde was ripe for the picking, a rich source of amusement and food for the Daemons, yet they were meeting resistance on all fronts...so it became a war...it would be known in later history books as the Daemon Wars....and this is where the tale begins.
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Talan
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As they appeared in Sa'Harir' encampment in his own personal dwelling Talanis felt like he could barely breathe, travelling the Void had been the most awful experience he had ever had to date and that was saying something. He fell to his knees gasping for breath to the amusement of the Daemon General.

"Slowly Firemaker.....it will come back, try not to panic." He finally said quietly laying a large clawed paw on the Uman's back.

Slowly and surely Talanis' breathing settled and he rose awkwardly to face the Daemon.

"Where are we?" He said slowly.

Sa shook his head.

"It does not matter where we are....but we are far on your Worlde from where we were near Kentaru....The Eldar has been notified of your arrival, we will need to get you prepared."

Talan shook his head.

"What preparation is need for this thing....its going to consume me from the inside!"

Sa took a more smaller form that of a Uman male to talk face to face with his prisoner and watched as the man stepped back momentarily to put some distance between them.

"If I meant you harm Firemaker it would be done by now. You need to know that if you fight the Eldar during the possession it will hurt more, be excruciatingly bad for you on so many levels." He hissed.

"Accept it....accept what is being done to you...and by the way the preparation is of a more physical nature, Eldar are vain it will expect you to be adorned appropriately so it looks good when it is strutting around in your body. You are pleasing enough to look at which is good but that armour will not be acceptable!"

Talan shook his head.

"Bloody tough luck then!"

The Daemon Man chuckled.

"Hah....still feisty, I like you Firemaker....but I am afraid I must insist, now we can do that while you are conscious and of your own volition or otherwise."

Talan started to unbuckle his armour and it fell in a pile at his feet until he just wore his tunic.

"That too I am afraid." The Daemon mused flicking its fingers towards the tunic.

Soon he was naked, his eyes burning in humiliation and anger as the Daemon circled him, fingers lightly touching the tattoo of the outstretched Phoenix on his back and the tattoo that once signified him as a slave of Cathiss Novell, purely because the brand would not take. It had been Elroug's idea to use ink, realising a thing of fire would absorb a brand.

"Once a slave I see...think on this as an extension of that....you'll not know much about it once the Eldar is in."

Talan looked away to a far corner of the tent.

"I can do this!" He whispered softly. "For Goldeneyes....For Elroug....For my family."

Sa'Harir waved his hand and Talan's nakedness was swathed in a long kilt of black silk belted with gold, his chest was still bare but about his neck was a thick golden open ring.

"I would go for the golden eye makeup and the body paint....but I think that would be a little too much." Sa purred in amusement.

Talan eyed the new clothing with distaste.

"Yer Daemon king has no sense of dress! I look like I have walked out of a brothel!” He snarled.

Sa'Harir shook his head in amusement.

"Good enough for now I wager...the time draws close Firemaker....I am going to be sorry to see you so not yourself."
Edited by Talan, Jun 13 2018, 09:59 AM.
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Talan
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Sa led Talanis out of his tent and through his army's encampment, Talan was desperately trying to recognise something. One hooded Daemon looked up from where he sat about a fire, keeping himself to himself, when he saw the prisoner his eyes widened briefly and he rose and backed away into the darkness. Thestro had been undercover here for some months now but on seeing Talanis he knew he had to get home and quickly to tell the King. He had learned to Void Walk, he didn't like doing it but he was able.

The Daemon General led his prisoner up a mountain pathway and ahead Talan could see the ruddy red glow of a large bonfire and he heard the deep rumble of drums. they emerged out onto a shelf, the back contained the mouth to a large cave, to the front was the bonfire and Daemons, chattering in low voices and now pointing. In the mouth of the cave stood another Daemon, large like Sa'Harir, adorned in some sort of ceremonial robes, he gestured for Talan to be tied between two posts.

As he tied the Firemaker Sa leaned in and whispered into his ear.

"Remember what I said General...do not fight the possession, it will not be pleasant by any stretch of the imagination...you fight it and it will get worse! You fight it and you will lose Kentaru and I will not be able to prevent it!"

Talan said nothing, he stared stonily ahead of himself, he had entertained the thought of fighting it, but the thought of the Daemon horde below being set on Kentaru was enough to dissuade him.

The one in the robes came forward, in its taloned hand was a bowl in which there was a viscous liquid. It dipped in one finger and started to draw on Talan's bare chest, odd shapes and the smell told the Pyromancer it was blood.

"Eldar.....your vessel......!" It roared loudly.

The Daemons all went silent in expectation and Talan felt sick, fear gripping him in that moment.
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Talanis felt the rift forming before he saw it, it opened slightly to his left and from it poured a dark smoke like substance. It coiled lazily towards him and the Daemons about him shrank back, all except his captor Sa’Harir who watched it with something akin to distaste on his face.

The Pyromancer felt sick inside as it watched it come for him, but he tried to keep his mind focussed on those he loved, on Goldeneyes…the last words he had with his lover were ones of anger, telling him to stay at the Keep. Now the elf would never know that he hadn’t meant it, his temper getting the better of him. Also, Sita and his boys, Rae, Talan and Allegro, he would never see them again! He felt the fire rise in him in response to his emotions, his gaze going to the General that kneeled and watched to one side.

Sa felt that gaze and he met it, barely shaking his head.

"Do not fight it Firemaker." He whispered softly. "Do not fight."

The smoke had reached him, tendrils coiling about his body and Talan felt like he was going to suffocate. It crawled upwards about him, how could smoke feel like a grip about his body? Then lightning quick it entered his mouth, his nose, his eyes. Talan panicked, the Daemon Fire arcing between his tied hands and momentarily the smoke stopped, pulled back slightly and then attacked with renewed vengeance.

Talan felt like he was drowning, being pushed down…down…into a dark place, his fire failing him, all light he held felt like it was being systematically snuffed out. This thing sought his darkest memories and played them over and over, tormenting him, bringing him low. It made pictures in his mind of Goldeneyes being tortured and Sita raped by Daemons his boys being consumed. Talan inwardly screamed, the images were so real, so terrible he gave up and fell into the darkness within.

Quiet moments passed on the rocky plateau and the limp body between the posts slowly straightened and opened its eyes. The Uman’s eyes were no longer the green and gold flecked they had been. They were as black as pitch, soulless, devoid of feeling and warmth, a slow smile came to grace his lips, but it was not of mirth…it was one that spoke of wickedness and cruelty of triumph.

"Untie me!" Came the low deep growl.

The one in the robes did so and quickly falling to his knees afterwards.

"Welcome my Lord…. your presence brings clarity to us all!" The Daemon Priest hissed softly.

The Daemon possessed Uman stepped forward and looked about himself, his gaze finally resting on Sa’Harir.

"Rise General Sa’Harir…I would speak with the captor of my vessel, you who has served me well!"

"Tell me what did you promise it, this body you caught for me…. was it much?" It rasped softly.

"His home and loved ones would be spared." Sa said finally, thinking it better to tell the truth.

A slow laugh was emitted and the Eldar shook its head.

"You promised things that were not yours to give General…. I may yet destroy them."

"Is that wise Lord…. Knowing what power your vessel holds? He might fight again." Sa said quickly.

The Eldar stopped and turned to his Daemon General.

"He has been taught his place, he is down so deep he may never re-emerge!"
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Thestro stepped unsteadily out of the Void in a quiet part of the town of Kentaru, not wanting to alarm anyone. His mastery of Void Walking was patchy at best as a half Daemon, but he had tried hard to master it for Elroug so that he could go undercover and learn more about the Daemons, what they truly wanted and any weaknesses they might hold. It had been an education being among his father's kind, he had even met some of the pack he was descended from. What he had discerned was that the Daemons had no set agenda other than to cause misery and chaos, they loved to kill, they loved to feed on the Worlde's souls...to them it was a veritable banquet.

He made his way with all haste towards the Keep, the Daemons had Blaze and he had not waited around to see what they were going to do, Elroug and Goldeneyes had to know. Blaze was a good defence against the Daemons, they hated him with a vengeance and tended to steer clear of Kentaru, only the odd incursion and then merely out of curiosity to see what would happen. usually the higher ranking Daemons sent the lower ones. No...nothing good was going to happen to the Pyromancer....had they wanted him dead he would have been overwhelmed and killed.

He had noted that it was a high Daemon, a general, also a Prince that had seemed to handle Blaze and with a good deal of courtesy for a Daemon...in itself strange.

Thes made it to the Gate and nodded quickly to the Watch.

"I have to see the King...and Goldeneyes.....rouse them up....I know the hour is late....but this cannot wait. I will meet them in the Hall!"

The Watch slowly lowered their swords as they recognised the long absent General Thestro...and one of them went running to do his bidding, one of the others escorted him to the hall, ordering a servant to fetch ale for the weary General.
Edited by Talan, Jun 20 2018, 12:31 PM.
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