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<blockquote data-quote="narayan" data-source="post: 7319780" data-attributes="member: 6677509"><p><strong>Within Skull Mountain ...a new terror is born....</strong></p><p></p><p><em>As the Akhenaten sun sets across a distant horizon the great craggy bulk of Skull Mountain looked to loom over the landscape like an evil monument of direful purple shadows painted against a canvas of orange and red. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Suddenly the great horn of Kurukshetra bellowed from within the citadel, as it did every nightfall instead of every dawn in ages past. The deep thundering bellow signaled <span style="color: #ff0000">'the end of the light and the beginning of the reign of darkness' </span>as Oloch, half-demon/half-dwarf high priest of Herod liked to say at the start of his nightly sermons.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Soon after the horn blew, the drums began; rising in tempo and fervor from deep within the mountain mustering nightly patrols and war parties of monstrous evil humanoids who emerged unto the mountain slopes just as fresh watchfires were lit. Gor remembered the drums as his earliest memory. He woke to their sound within his barred cell everyday. The drums signified the start of his whole life. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>It began with torturous tests of endurance, might and stamina. Later, there was tutoring by the wiked wizard cabal that created him. They did not even name him until they determined he was 'satisfactoraly undefective'. Unlike so many other preceeding experiments, Gor was a great accomplishment, a prize of Thaumaturgy (blood magic) that could not be easily replicated.</em></p><p> <em></em></p><p><em>The ruling dwarves of the citadel had him dragged before them in chains like an animal. Then they started asking questions of the wizards and making plans for him; even before he knew the meaning of the words they spoke. Gor understood firstly, that he was a slave, a weapon, nothing more. Despite his ability to think and reason as well as any of the other races, he would never be free.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Gor had no parents, only a most hideous and cruel Ogre Mage task-master named Ravangura. Ravangura forced Gor to the brink of his sanity, inflicting constant harassment, hate and brutal violence on him everyday. His role was to teach Gor what character was expected of him by example. Other wizards were no less cruel, but somewhat more patient, teaching him language, the basics of writing, and the knowledge to identify and combat all the enemies of the Hegemony.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em>The worst enemy of the Hegemony was actually, itself. Only fear kept Goblins, Orcs, Hobgoblins, Bugbears, Gnolls, Ogre's (and worse) together in any semblance of order. Fear of greater evils that could scarcely be believed! It was Oloch's role to make reminder of that fact to all the insidious and opportunistic leaders of the horde. </em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em>Here in the stunningly opulent and ancient dwarven temple of Kurukshetra, various leaders of the mixed races shook their fists with fervor as the high priest shrieked from his pulpit, foaming at the mouth with half-mad bloodshot eyes. The message was always the same. Service to the Hegemony promised glory and reward beyond anything their meager races could ever accomplish alone.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Towering above Oloch, a Balor overlord cracked his whip of fire above their heads while Succubi danced and sang within the same alcoves that once ensconced great statues of honored deities of dwarvenkind. This was now a temple of darkness and dread. An axiom of evil where evil humanoids of all types gathered to pledge allegiance to the most unholy and powerful Herod; God-King of demons and devils.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em>Deaths and sacrifices were commonplace at these ceremonial rallies. Always there was someone among the horde deserved of punishment. Unholy warriors and clerics of Herod mingled among the thralls, ready to seize whoever the high priest singled out. Examples had to be made. Disloyalty and disobedience to the hierarchy of the Hegemony, the dwarven masters of this citadel, or the clergy of Herod, was not tolerated.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Gor Hornkiller, as he was then known, watched and waited from the shadows as a Hobgoblin warcaptain was dragged through the throng before the pulpit of the high priest</em></p><p><em>. </em></p><p><em><span style="color: #FF0000">"DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU HAVE DONE?!"</span> Oloch asked from his pulpit, his great booming voice that echoed direfully through the great temples grand hall.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em><span style="color: #006400">"...I did I was ordered to do, bring a proposal of alliance to the great Kumbakarna!" </span>The warcaptain answered, already badly bruised and bloodied by the clerics who'd seized him.</em></p><p> <em></em></p><p><em><span style="color: #FF0000"><strong>"YOU FAILED!"</strong></span> Oloch screamed. <span style="color: #FF0000">"MOST OF YOUR MEN PERISHED!"</span></em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>The warcaptain swallowed and spit blood. <span style="color: #696969">"</span><span style="color: #006400">He was a mighty opponent!"</span> He explains, barely audible above the boo's and snickers of the horde. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em><span style="color: #FF0000">"RETREAT IS <strong>NEVER</strong> AN OPTION! ONLY <strong>DEATH!</strong>" </span>Oloch shouts banging his fist against the stone pulpit so hard it should crack.<span style="color: #FF0000">"DEATH IN SERVICE TO THE <strong>HEGEMONY</strong> IS <strong>GLORIOUS!</strong>"</span></em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em><strong>"GLORY TO THE HEGEMONY! GLORY TO HEROD!"</strong> The humanoids chanted. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Oloch lowered his voice to a pitiful tone as he continued. <span style="color: #FF0000">"Herod has no use for warriors who fear death. Punishment for cowardice is execution."</span> He states calmly, waiting a few moments to let the words sink into the warcaptains guts. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em><span style="color: #FF0000"><strong>"BRING ME GOR HORNKILLER!"</strong></span> Oloch shouts.</em></p><p> <em></em></p><p><em>The throng errupts in cheers and roars of delight. Gor Hornkiller was an abomination. A killer bred by the evil cabal behind the Black Network to strike fear into all enemies of the Hegemony. Gor represented a new breed of shock troops that would destroy everything in their path and ask nothing in return. </em></p><p> <em></em></p><p><em>Gor felt a stab of pain as Ravangura sent a spell of shocking grasp through the chain linked to his shackles, jolting him harshly. Gor roared with an angry jerk of his horns yanking hard on the chain, ripping it free of the Ogre-Mage despite how hard he held fast with all his strength. As the chain pulled from his grasp a rare grin of delight flashed across the Ogre's hideous features.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em><span style="color: #000080">"<strong>YES!</strong> Use your anger!"</span> Ravangura hissed encouragingly. <span style="color: #000080"><strong>"KILL</strong> THE WARCAPTAIN!"</span> He demanded pointing towards the crowd.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Gor snorted, reluctantly stepping towards the pulpit dragging the chain behind him. The huge Balor demon stepped back. This was not his moment to frighten and awe, it was Gors. The great fires of the hall burned higher and brighter as Gor stepped before the pulpit prompting a clamor of roars and cheers from the throng.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em><strong>"GOR, GOR, GOR!"</strong> They chanted. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em><img src="https://i.imgur.com/Vhaf1pe.png" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /></em></p><p> <em></em></p><p><em>The half-minotaurs' body was similar to the poor warcaptains as they both shared Hobgoblin blood, though Gors frame was clearly much stronger and bulkier. His neck and head however were that of a great bull, complete with great black horns! For now Gor wore only a simple loincloth. He had not yet earned the right to wear armor, bear weapons, or move around freely without shackles.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em>Oloch grinned as the crowd fixated their attentions on Gor with envy and fear. He was stronger than all of them and they knew it. Oloch prayed that the rest of the humanoids would follow Gor to certain death, so long as he could be controlled of course...</em></p><p> <em></em></p><p><em><span style="color: #FF0000"><strong>"GOR HORNKILLER! EXECUTE THIS COWARDLY WARCAPTAIN!"</strong></span> The high-priest commanded. </em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em><strong><span style="color: #006400">"Give me a weapon to fight this beast!"</span></strong> The warcaptain begged of the crowd as he quickly stepped away from his executioner. Someone tossed a battle axe towards him which spun and scraped across the marble a few feet away. Gor gripped his chain in one fist as the warcaptain dove for the axe.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em>When the warcaptain rolled onto his feet a moment later, axe up defensively, Gors chain was already whipping towards his neck, deflected at the last instant by the axe blade in a shower of sparks. The warcaptain rolled towards him, slashing at Gors legs, slicing a wound across his thigh.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em><span style="color: #006400">"What kind of monster are you?!"</span> The warcaptain asked. <span style="color: #006400">"We share the same blood!" </span></em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Gor bellowed, bringing his chain down towards his foe in counterattack. Yet the warcaptain was too quick, rolling forward again dodging easily. Gors chain sparked across the marble harmlessly, throwing him off balance. The warcaptain seized the opportunity to slice him again, this time across his lower back. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>The horde shouted obscenities. Gor was clearly untrained in the use of weapons, clumsy even. And yet the crowd also knew the warcaptain was already doomed. Gors ferocity and toughness were legendary. Half a dozen other condemned warriors had already perished by his hands and horns. When the warcaptain tired and got within reach it was all over. It was just a matter of time.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p> <em><span style="color: #000066">"You are <strong>nothing</strong> like me!"</span> Gor growled as he and the warcaptain circled each other. <span style="color: #000066">"The Hegemony grants <u>you</u> the right to face your executioner! I am merely the tool they use to ensure you die, discarded as readily as a broken blade should I fail in that duty..." </span><span style="color: #2f4f4f"></span></em></p><p><em><span style="color: #2f4f4f"></span></em></p><p><em><span style="color: #2f4f4f"></span>Gor paused to swing his chain once more with such strength it whistled through the air, yet once again the warcaptain dodged.<span style="color: #2f4f4f"></span></em></p><p><em><span style="color: #2f4f4f"></span></em></p><p><em><span style="color: #2f4f4f"></span><span style="color: #000066">"If I fall here now instead of you, another will be created to replace me, just as another blade must be forged to replace the broken one." </span>He continued.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>The warcaptain panted, already tiring and clearly shocked to hear the horned monster speak.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em><span style="color: #006400">"What is it that you want?"</span> He asked desperately. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em><span style="color: #000066">"<strong>I</strong> want what <strong>you</strong> have. The <u>freedom</u> to challenge those who would pass judgement on me!"</span> </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em><strong>"GOR-KILL., GOR-KILL. GOR-KILL!"</strong> The crowd shouted with bloodlust prompting the warcaptain to sweat even more. The irony was, only he understood how little control over Gor they truly had.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>He also realized there was nothing he could do to save himself. There could only be order within the Hegemony so long as the lessers died when the masters willed it. In that moment he understood how Gor felt and lost the desire to carry on with this farce. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em><span style="color: #006400">"If you ever get free of this place, go south and seek out the great Kumbakarna. His hills are a haven for monsters like you! Only <strong>he</strong> can shelter you from the wrath of our masters." </span></em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em><span style="color: #000066">"I appreciate the advice. I will end this now and spare you further suffering!"</span> Gor shouted suddenly charging forward faster than anyone had ever seen him move before, lifting the warcaptain bodily off his feet as his horns impaled him through the chest, carrying him several yards to smash against the pulpit itself. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>In that moment Oloch actually feared their own creation. It would not be the last time. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em> ...to be continued.</em></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="narayan, post: 7319780, member: 6677509"] [b]Within Skull Mountain ...a new terror is born....[/b] [I]As the Akhenaten sun sets across a distant horizon the great craggy bulk of Skull Mountain looked to loom over the landscape like an evil monument of direful purple shadows painted against a canvas of orange and red. Suddenly the great horn of Kurukshetra bellowed from within the citadel, as it did every nightfall instead of every dawn in ages past. The deep thundering bellow signaled [COLOR=#ff0000]'the end of the light and the beginning of the reign of darkness' [/COLOR]as Oloch, half-demon/half-dwarf high priest of Herod liked to say at the start of his nightly sermons. Soon after the horn blew, the drums began; rising in tempo and fervor from deep within the mountain mustering nightly patrols and war parties of monstrous evil humanoids who emerged unto the mountain slopes just as fresh watchfires were lit. Gor remembered the drums as his earliest memory. He woke to their sound within his barred cell everyday. The drums signified the start of his whole life. It began with torturous tests of endurance, might and stamina. Later, there was tutoring by the wiked wizard cabal that created him. They did not even name him until they determined he was 'satisfactoraly undefective'. Unlike so many other preceeding experiments, Gor was a great accomplishment, a prize of Thaumaturgy (blood magic) that could not be easily replicated. The ruling dwarves of the citadel had him dragged before them in chains like an animal. Then they started asking questions of the wizards and making plans for him; even before he knew the meaning of the words they spoke. Gor understood firstly, that he was a slave, a weapon, nothing more. Despite his ability to think and reason as well as any of the other races, he would never be free. Gor had no parents, only a most hideous and cruel Ogre Mage task-master named Ravangura. Ravangura forced Gor to the brink of his sanity, inflicting constant harassment, hate and brutal violence on him everyday. His role was to teach Gor what character was expected of him by example. Other wizards were no less cruel, but somewhat more patient, teaching him language, the basics of writing, and the knowledge to identify and combat all the enemies of the Hegemony. The worst enemy of the Hegemony was actually, itself. Only fear kept Goblins, Orcs, Hobgoblins, Bugbears, Gnolls, Ogre's (and worse) together in any semblance of order. Fear of greater evils that could scarcely be believed! It was Oloch's role to make reminder of that fact to all the insidious and opportunistic leaders of the horde. Here in the stunningly opulent and ancient dwarven temple of Kurukshetra, various leaders of the mixed races shook their fists with fervor as the high priest shrieked from his pulpit, foaming at the mouth with half-mad bloodshot eyes. The message was always the same. Service to the Hegemony promised glory and reward beyond anything their meager races could ever accomplish alone. Towering above Oloch, a Balor overlord cracked his whip of fire above their heads while Succubi danced and sang within the same alcoves that once ensconced great statues of honored deities of dwarvenkind. This was now a temple of darkness and dread. An axiom of evil where evil humanoids of all types gathered to pledge allegiance to the most unholy and powerful Herod; God-King of demons and devils. Deaths and sacrifices were commonplace at these ceremonial rallies. Always there was someone among the horde deserved of punishment. Unholy warriors and clerics of Herod mingled among the thralls, ready to seize whoever the high priest singled out. Examples had to be made. Disloyalty and disobedience to the hierarchy of the Hegemony, the dwarven masters of this citadel, or the clergy of Herod, was not tolerated. Gor Hornkiller, as he was then known, watched and waited from the shadows as a Hobgoblin warcaptain was dragged through the throng before the pulpit of the high priest . [COLOR=#FF0000]"DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU HAVE DONE?!"[/COLOR] Oloch asked from his pulpit, his great booming voice that echoed direfully through the great temples grand hall. [COLOR=#006400]"...I did I was ordered to do, bring a proposal of alliance to the great Kumbakarna!" [/COLOR]The warcaptain answered, already badly bruised and bloodied by the clerics who'd seized him. [COLOR=#FF0000][B]"YOU FAILED!"[/B][/COLOR] Oloch screamed. [COLOR=#FF0000]"MOST OF YOUR MEN PERISHED!"[/COLOR] The warcaptain swallowed and spit blood. [COLOR=#696969]"[/COLOR][COLOR=#006400]He was a mighty opponent!"[/COLOR] He explains, barely audible above the boo's and snickers of the horde. [COLOR=#FF0000]"RETREAT IS [B]NEVER[/B] AN OPTION! ONLY [B]DEATH![/B]" [/COLOR]Oloch shouts banging his fist against the stone pulpit so hard it should crack.[COLOR=#FF0000]"DEATH IN SERVICE TO THE [B]HEGEMONY[/B] IS [B]GLORIOUS![/B]"[/COLOR] [B]"GLORY TO THE HEGEMONY! GLORY TO HEROD!"[/B] The humanoids chanted. Oloch lowered his voice to a pitiful tone as he continued. [COLOR=#FF0000]"Herod has no use for warriors who fear death. Punishment for cowardice is execution."[/COLOR] He states calmly, waiting a few moments to let the words sink into the warcaptains guts. [COLOR=#FF0000][B]"BRING ME GOR HORNKILLER!"[/B][/COLOR] Oloch shouts. The throng errupts in cheers and roars of delight. Gor Hornkiller was an abomination. A killer bred by the evil cabal behind the Black Network to strike fear into all enemies of the Hegemony. Gor represented a new breed of shock troops that would destroy everything in their path and ask nothing in return. Gor felt a stab of pain as Ravangura sent a spell of shocking grasp through the chain linked to his shackles, jolting him harshly. Gor roared with an angry jerk of his horns yanking hard on the chain, ripping it free of the Ogre-Mage despite how hard he held fast with all his strength. As the chain pulled from his grasp a rare grin of delight flashed across the Ogre's hideous features. [COLOR=#000080]"[B]YES![/B] Use your anger!"[/COLOR] Ravangura hissed encouragingly. [COLOR=#000080][B]"KILL[/B] THE WARCAPTAIN!"[/COLOR] He demanded pointing towards the crowd. Gor snorted, reluctantly stepping towards the pulpit dragging the chain behind him. The huge Balor demon stepped back. This was not his moment to frighten and awe, it was Gors. The great fires of the hall burned higher and brighter as Gor stepped before the pulpit prompting a clamor of roars and cheers from the throng. [B]"GOR, GOR, GOR!"[/B] They chanted. [IMG]https://i.imgur.com/Vhaf1pe.png[/IMG] The half-minotaurs' body was similar to the poor warcaptains as they both shared Hobgoblin blood, though Gors frame was clearly much stronger and bulkier. His neck and head however were that of a great bull, complete with great black horns! For now Gor wore only a simple loincloth. He had not yet earned the right to wear armor, bear weapons, or move around freely without shackles. Oloch grinned as the crowd fixated their attentions on Gor with envy and fear. He was stronger than all of them and they knew it. Oloch prayed that the rest of the humanoids would follow Gor to certain death, so long as he could be controlled of course... [COLOR=#FF0000][B]"GOR HORNKILLER! EXECUTE THIS COWARDLY WARCAPTAIN!"[/B][/COLOR] The high-priest commanded. [B][COLOR=#006400]"Give me a weapon to fight this beast!"[/COLOR][/B] The warcaptain begged of the crowd as he quickly stepped away from his executioner. Someone tossed a battle axe towards him which spun and scraped across the marble a few feet away. Gor gripped his chain in one fist as the warcaptain dove for the axe. When the warcaptain rolled onto his feet a moment later, axe up defensively, Gors chain was already whipping towards his neck, deflected at the last instant by the axe blade in a shower of sparks. The warcaptain rolled towards him, slashing at Gors legs, slicing a wound across his thigh. [COLOR=#006400]"What kind of monster are you?!"[/COLOR] The warcaptain asked. [COLOR=#006400]"We share the same blood!" [/COLOR] Gor bellowed, bringing his chain down towards his foe in counterattack. Yet the warcaptain was too quick, rolling forward again dodging easily. Gors chain sparked across the marble harmlessly, throwing him off balance. The warcaptain seized the opportunity to slice him again, this time across his lower back. The horde shouted obscenities. Gor was clearly untrained in the use of weapons, clumsy even. And yet the crowd also knew the warcaptain was already doomed. Gors ferocity and toughness were legendary. Half a dozen other condemned warriors had already perished by his hands and horns. When the warcaptain tired and got within reach it was all over. It was just a matter of time. [COLOR=#000066]"You are [B]nothing[/B] like me!"[/COLOR] Gor growled as he and the warcaptain circled each other. [COLOR=#000066]"The Hegemony grants [U]you[/U] the right to face your executioner! I am merely the tool they use to ensure you die, discarded as readily as a broken blade should I fail in that duty..." [/COLOR][COLOR=#2f4f4f] [/COLOR]Gor paused to swing his chain once more with such strength it whistled through the air, yet once again the warcaptain dodged.[COLOR=#2f4f4f] [/COLOR][COLOR=#000066]"If I fall here now instead of you, another will be created to replace me, just as another blade must be forged to replace the broken one." [/COLOR]He continued. The warcaptain panted, already tiring and clearly shocked to hear the horned monster speak. [COLOR=#006400]"What is it that you want?"[/COLOR] He asked desperately. [COLOR=#000066]"[B]I[/B] want what [B]you[/B] have. The [U]freedom[/U] to challenge those who would pass judgement on me!"[/COLOR] [B]"GOR-KILL., GOR-KILL. GOR-KILL!"[/B] The crowd shouted with bloodlust prompting the warcaptain to sweat even more. The irony was, only he understood how little control over Gor they truly had. He also realized there was nothing he could do to save himself. There could only be order within the Hegemony so long as the lessers died when the masters willed it. In that moment he understood how Gor felt and lost the desire to carry on with this farce. [COLOR=#006400]"If you ever get free of this place, go south and seek out the great Kumbakarna. His hills are a haven for monsters like you! Only [B]he[/B] can shelter you from the wrath of our masters." [/COLOR] [COLOR=#000066]"I appreciate the advice. I will end this now and spare you further suffering!"[/COLOR] Gor shouted suddenly charging forward faster than anyone had ever seen him move before, lifting the warcaptain bodily off his feet as his horns impaled him through the chest, carrying him several yards to smash against the pulpit itself. In that moment Oloch actually feared their own creation. It would not be the last time. ...to be continued.[/I] [/QUOTE]
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