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Jul 16, 2021 5:35:49 GMT -8
Post by Bey Kahn on Jul 16, 2021 5:35:49 GMT -8
Greer accepted the alcoholic spirits and sipped lightly, this time savoring the fiery liquid that brought a warmth to his belly and soul, feeling no need to rush as he had with the first few drinks. Here in Harmony, despite having no shortage of anything they desired, he found that he was never quite parched. In fact, he wasn't hungry and he didn't feel fatigued by any measure. There was just a certain calm pleasantness to it all, a stark difference to the dry and desolate Valley of the Dead from which he came, where thirst and hunger were a constant presence. That thought caused him to sip a little more, not wanting to waste a drop.
By this point the winged pig returned. Between its hooves it carried a barrel of what the gamorrean had called grog, which was just a primitives name for beer, some of the finest if the winged pig had done his job right. The flying hog dropped the barrel by the table and hovered, awaiting further instruction. Greer paid it no mind and slammed a ham sized fist down on the barrels lid, unsealing the amber liquid within. Somehow a clay stein materialized in his hand, which he used to scoop out the frothy liquid and pour it down his throat. He smacked his lips together.
"Mmmm. Cold and delicious, just like a northern sows teets." I mean sure, if you say so.
He wiped the foam from his lips and continued conversing.
"Sounds like a painful way to go. Me, I took a shard of steel through the heart, thanks to some flying metal warrior. I was dead before my body hit the floor." He scratched his chin. "Didn't feel much like a fair fight, now that I think about it. I must have hit him with my spear at least a dozen times, but nothing I did seemed to make a dent in its metal skin. Speaking of which, you seen a spear lying around here somewhere?"
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Jul 16, 2021 20:16:46 GMT -8
Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jul 16, 2021 20:16:46 GMT -8
The Old Dead man sat listening to The Pig person talk. At a point he commented -An Tiarna- 'Pretty quick really & way I see t'was no way I'd exit The Land of the Living in a peaceful way; lived hard & didn't go down easy. Well never when any desired it so.... Funny it be over something so ridiculous but fitting in an odd way. Don't you think now?'. And that said he shouldered a conveniently accessible fully automatic rifle & fired off 9 shots. Setting it down he muttered -An Tiarna- 'Bloody shit hawks....'
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Jul 16, 2021 20:42:57 GMT -8
Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jul 16, 2021 20:42:57 GMT -8
And as the Old man shot off his gums and gun Morrigan, The Owl sitting quiet on her shoulder, walked off the trail well made on a path of her own deep into the peace of the jungle Devine that she'd seemingly conjured with her mind. Looking above she muttered -Morrigan- "To raibh maith mile agat...." Directed at whoever was responsible for the majestic Forest laid out before her. The Owl heard her 'thank you'but did not respond.... Of course, The Owl could not talk. Notwithstanding, he did communicate quite well with Morrigan. Their manner of transmitting messages between each other did not require sound; Moan and The Owl were both adapting to a telepathic connection that they shared. She was already familiar with a bizarre empathic genetic anomaly that she, and many of his family, shared with An Tiarna. All the said, despite being exceptionally capable of exchanging thought, the pair moved largely silent through the thick brush
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Bey Kahn
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Jul 17, 2021 6:19:48 GMT -8
Post by Bey Kahn on Jul 17, 2021 6:19:48 GMT -8
Greer could feel the reverberation of each shot fired from ATD's automatic rifle.Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow! Between the sound, the smell, and the sight of the weapon firing there was a memory shaken loose from the old boar's mind, brought forwards like a bad case of PTSD. In his mind's eye he saw the metal warrior that killed him, firing bolts of raw energy at him, killing his clansmen and very nearly finishing him off as well. No, that didn't happen until a few minutes later. His hand gripped the beer stein tightly, causing the clay to crack in his hands, sprinkling the floor with shards of debris."Well, we're dead now." He scowled. "Nothing to do for it, I suppose."Putting down his drink, the former warlord of Clan Murtog stood up, stepping away from the table. He turned his empty hands over and looked at them, picturing those ham sized mitts to be holding something equally deadly to the strange weapons he had seen. Suddenly a pair of tommy-blasters appeared in his hands."Maybe I don't need my spear anymore. Maybe everything I need is right here." He looked at the blasters in his hands. "If I had weapons like these when I was alive, my clan would have ruled the entire forest. But I suppose I'll have to settle for conquering these realms." A rather ominous statement.
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Jul 17, 2021 10:15:49 GMT -8
Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jul 17, 2021 10:15:49 GMT -8
The Old Dead man looked to the ground clouds (?) beneath his feet & he listened as his friend Pig spoke. A slight laugh escaped his lips at the succinct and pretty spot on statement on death. They were dead as dead could be. & that was that. He'd brought people back from death before. & he knew that Life Crystals had been made with his name on them. He even had clone bodies out there. Iniquitous had pressed the necessity of both on him. Wise man. But now what? He sat silent for some time before answering & never rose his head when he finally answered -An Tiarna- 'Be hard pressed taking this Realm over a chara. But your choices are limitless, so it would seem.' Brows dropping as he added -An Tiarna- 'Save walking away.' He added quickly -An Tiarna- 'Not in the body that is....' & with that he hinted at something deeper
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Jul 17, 2021 13:12:40 GMT -8
Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jul 17, 2021 13:12:40 GMT -8
Endless. A hundred thousand words would not, could not suffice to describe the forest she walked in. Did it end? Some questions were better left unanswered, so she had been taught. By The Old man. Or was it Iniquitous? She struggled to identify whom had instilled that concept on her for some time before deciding it time to dismiss the origin of the wisdom. It just was. And it was tranquil. Tranquil. Tranquilizer. Fitting she thought. A fleeting smile passed over her face. Then was gone. The Owl nestled stoic on her shoulder. And on she walked
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Jul 17, 2021 23:56:42 GMT -8
Post by Michael Collins on Jul 17, 2021 23:56:42 GMT -8
Collins quietly observed the discussion. Not some glaring weirdo. But he listened close. Just as he had for decades working for the Old man. And Just like he did durning all those years of service, Collins mind managed everything. What shoes to wear? What food would they eat? Who needed to be called? Who needed to be paid? Who needed their bloody brains blown out? And where would we dump the bodies? And these comforting thoughts circled effortlessly in Collins head. Suddenly standing and pulling a pistol from holster under left arm with right hand he stepped forward and and emptied a clip downward towards the Land of the Living. Holstering the gun he sat again saying -Collins-'Bloody shite hawks....'
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Jul 18, 2021 0:41:25 GMT -8
Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jul 18, 2021 0:41:25 GMT -8
The Old Dead man momentarily turned attention away from The Pig and looked out at the Uni wide. Eyes catching a particular space and place. & he spoke -An Tiarna- 'Some dude is taking a dump at some church on Ambria.... & i think other people are sittin 'round & watching.' The Angel face palmed with right hand, quietly wept for a few minutes then collected herself -The Angel- "No sweetheart. That's a throne room not a washroom. & that is a she not he." Head nodding he responded -An Tiarna- 'You mean some broad just up and took a crap all over the throne? That's disgusting.' The Angel counted slowly to 10. Then she proceeded to repeat. But correcting his err she avoided
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Jul 18, 2021 5:07:05 GMT -8
Post by Bey Kahn on Jul 18, 2021 5:07:05 GMT -8
His brow furrowed, ever so slightly. Not in the body that is? To infer anything from that statement would be wild speculation, for it could mean anything really. Yet there was something in the way that it had been spoken that led Greer Kahn to believe there was some deeper meaning, and thus reflect on the nature of death itself. Was there a way out of these realms and back into the land of the living? By virtue of them being able to look in on the living universe, they knew it still existed, they even knew where it was. The problem was in bridging that gap. The warlord was no shaman, but he knew it would take a tremendous amount of power, which he himself currently did not possess.He lowered the tommy-blasters and fired a couple shots towards the land of the living.Pew! Pew! Pew! Pew! Pew! Pew! Smoke poured from the barrels as he released the trigger, the stench of burnt ozone assailing his snout."Bloody shite-hawks." He said, imitating the others.He didn't know what a shite hawk was, but the others seemed to shoot randomly from time to time and blame it on whatever that was, so he thought he would follow suit and do the same. He then got back to what they had been speaking about before."This realm, perhaps, is not suitable for conquest. Here where everything you desire is at your bloody fingertips, it's lacking in proper motivation. But there are other realms, like the one I came from before this, that are no walks in the park. Maybe I'll start there." He released the blasters in his hands and let them fall, both items vanishing into the same nothingness from which they were created. He put his hands together and began cracking his knuckles. "Besides, there is somebody in one of these realms I need to kill. Even if he is already dead."
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Jul 18, 2021 10:04:21 GMT -8
Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jul 18, 2021 10:04:21 GMT -8
The Old Dead man laughed at the final words that fell from the mouth of his new friend but his head snapped up & his eyes met those of the fellow -An Tiarna- 'Enough being inviting....' Huge right hand with index finger pointing subconsciously accepting his words. -An Tiarna- 'Get This straight there fella; this is probably the worse situation I've endured in my entire....' He trailed off the word he intended to end with but thankfully caught being painfully obvious. Life. Ouch. That he was working with pretty much nothing & desperately attempting to make the best of it was equally transparent. But he was becoming far more tolerant and consequently less inclined to explosive horribly violent outbursts. That noted, he added almost in a tender voice -An Tiarna- 'You grasp the fact that we are dead - right?'
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Jul 18, 2021 11:38:53 GMT -8
Post by Bey Kahn on Jul 18, 2021 11:38:53 GMT -8
With a snorting scoff the old boar waived his hand dismissively.
"Details, details. Besides..." Dry lips split, his mouth widening into a grin. "...just because he's dead doesn't mean I can't kill him all over again."
Maybe it did mean that. Honestly, he didn't know. It wasn't like he had died here yet himself, assuming that was even possible. The warlord of clan Murtog had simply assumed that it was impossible, but had anyone even tried? What were the repercussions? There was really only one way to find out.
Greer held out a hand in front of him and raised one fat index finger.
"But I see your point. So I'll have to test out this theory before putting my plan in action."
He looked An Tiarna in the eye.
"Be a good lad and kill me." He paused, then added for effect. "Please."
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Jul 18, 2021 12:08:18 GMT -8
Post by Michael Collins on Jul 18, 2021 12:08:18 GMT -8
Colllins sat quietly listening to the exchange. And upon The Pig's request did not delay, left pulling another gun from under right arm and pumping did bullets into the saint's chest. That done he bolstered the weapon
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Jul 18, 2021 12:14:53 GMT -8
Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jul 18, 2021 12:14:53 GMT -8
In a chilling display of the art of cold gangland execution style killing The Old Dead man swung behind the man and unloaded a single shot into the back of The Pig's head. Then turning sharp he fired 5 shots at the Shite hawks. An Tiarna took his seat again following that move
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Jul 18, 2021 13:13:12 GMT -8
Post by Bey Kahn on Jul 18, 2021 13:13:12 GMT -8
Bullets in the chest, a bullet in the back of the head. Bullets, bullets, bullets. As you would expect there was a bit of a mess. Dried out grey skin and bits of gamorrean meat sausage exploded out his back after the shots to the chest; meanwhile, eye balls and grey matter were ejected out of his face as ATD's bullet traveled through the back of his skull and ripped out the front of his snout. Rightly dead by all accounts that matter, Greer Kahn's body dropped like a stone in a pond. He hit the floor face down with a resounding thud.Thud! There was a following moment of silence, allowing dark blood to pool about his corpse, and then..."Ow." Greer Kahn grunted, his body beginning to move about on the floor as he let out a pained groan.What the kriff? Oh, this was some bull-sithspit. How is a boar supposed to have his revenge when death wasn't finite here? Even if he could find the man he so desperately wanted to drive his spear through, he probably wouldn't be able to kill him. At least not for more than a couple of seconds.Greer spat out his minced tongue, just as another one began to sprout from his mouth and take its place. In fact his whole face was beginning to fill in, as were the holes through his chest. The only wound that seemed to stick around was the gaping hole through his heart, the wound that had felled him in life. He staggered as he stood, having a bit of trouble orientating himself properly while his eyes grew back in their sockets. He spit out a wad of blood and skin."Okay, maybe I need a better plan."
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Jul 18, 2021 20:52:58 GMT -8
Post by Michael Collins on Jul 18, 2021 20:52:58 GMT -8
Collins sat, smoke in right hand watching this Beh Kahn fellow process the ridiculous manner in which the shooting had played out. Having dumped many, many people in his time, and indeed having his own brains blow out of his head, he understood the shock this must have set in motion. And Collins truly felt for the man. Then the man spoke. Fighting the urge to immediately answer, Collins remained a silent observer
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Jul 18, 2021 21:14:04 GMT -8
Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jul 18, 2021 21:14:04 GMT -8
Deep in the forest of her own making Morrigan was knee deep in black bog water when the first of several shots rang out. She froze muttering -Morrigan- "What is he doing now...." Eyes closing she fled into the shelter of her mind. Mistake. Her imagination peppered with a rich supply of very real memories crew up a myriad of portraits of possible disasters. She opened her eyes wide a the exact moment that The bird let out - The Owl- "Hoo! hoo! hoo!" At that the woman smiled and added - Morrigan- "Who is right. Now, let us go see...." Climbing out of the swamp she found the path and stood still a second. No instant delivery to where she wanted to be this time. Head shaking she muttered - Morrigan- "Figures.... And thanks for nothing." She moved across the grown over path at a commendable pace
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Jul 18, 2021 21:42:18 GMT -8
Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jul 18, 2021 21:42:18 GMT -8
The OldDead man was feeling more at home then he had in years. How long had it been since Colllins and himself had riddled a body with lead? Brows dropping he concentrated. Hard. Finally giving up on the question ot time, he muttered answering himself -An Tiarna- 'Too long.' The joy however was fleeting. Indeed, the inner turmoil the whole silly business had aroused with The Pig was painfully visible and this did not sit well with An Tiarna in the least. The words that came from the mouth of Bey Kahn struck him and he answered -An Tiarna- 'Yes. Yes you do.' Clearing throat -An Tiarna- 'Now some people think better walking. Others sitting. Many like to reflect alone, while others dig group ploting.' Shrugging, having approached the art of scheming from many directions, with an upward nod he asked -An Tiarna- 'Well? Which one suits you?' And he sat waiting. That's what this was like.... The big man added, speaking almost to himself -An Tiarna- 'We're waiting for the Ice Cream Man. In an empty auditorium.'
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Jul 19, 2021 4:53:19 GMT -8
Post by Michael Collins on Jul 19, 2021 4:53:19 GMT -8
And a celestial noise box played.... Cat Stevens bellowed out Morning has broken. And he made it through but several verses before Collins pulled two pistols a shot the shite out of that radio. The murmur among the Celestial guardians of the realm rose gradually into cheers of support and scattered pockets of applauding. Collins stood and bowed, took his seat and kicked up his feet
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Jul 19, 2021 10:47:18 GMT -8
Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jul 19, 2021 10:47:18 GMT -8
The instant Morrigan's second foot landed on the Path outside of the forest it disappeared. Brows creasing she turned. Her bush was gone. Bush. Disappeared. The many levels that thought could be translated inspired a sharp laugh -Morrigan- "Ok..... I'm becoming as insane as him." Blood was a terrible thing. Strolling over to where Big Ugly now sat she lit a cigarette and stood assessing the scene. Some Old faces. Collins? She liked the man. And a new face too. Seemed a bit discombobulated. Who could blame him? Nodding upward she asked -Morrigan- "What's the craic?" The Owl sat gentle on her right shoulder
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Jul 19, 2021 11:48:11 GMT -8
Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jul 19, 2021 11:48:11 GMT -8
The Old Dead man knew that Morrigan was but he did not acknowledge her presence for some time. At last he responded -An Tiarna- 'You know Collins.' Nodding to the new facelift -An Tiarna- '& this fella is The Pig.' Lighting up a cigarette he took a long pull them spoke again -An Tiarna- 'As to your question, not a whole lot of nothing. That's what's up.' The bird was a new fixture but did he care to even ask? He smoked and watched the Uni wide. Abruptly commented -An Tiarna- 'Imagine girl if your name was Vaseline - & you became a rear admiral....'
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