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Klezmer Gryphon

The chilling groan of the wind didn't bother him. Having grown up in the north, it was just another part of life for the man. His pitch black cloak danced in rhythm with his foot steps as his boots crunched the snow beneath his feet. His destination was within sight, and it was a relief to him, having walked many a mile to reach his goal: Hyoite.

Beneath hood that concealed his face, his vulpine lips formed a rare, genuine smile. It had been far too long since he had been home to see his father and step mother. As he stepped through the town, his cloak waved through the snow, and, were it not for his tail, he would've looked like a reaper in the dead of night. With a heavy sigh, the reaper walked up to the door he once went through so many times, and knocked. If it hadn't been for the fact he was so absorbed in his business, the man draped in black would have noticed that something was off....

Brisinger987

The lack of people in the town would have been the first indication of his presence. Everyone left was dead. Anyone who had taken the chance to run would die of cold soon. Nothing but ghosts remained in this town, and dark energy flowed everywhere.

And gods did Xerordir feel glad he was back.

Kirnardaz had reinstated his personality, with a few modifications. Xerordir's evil was more demonic, and he had no heart anymore. He couldn't feel love anymore. But his personality change had come with freedom from his duties. He was a free evil.

So when someone knocked on the door, Xerordir was only happy to reap another soul for Kirnardaz's army. More souls to corrupt and demonise meant a bigger invasion force when they finally stormed this world. And the essence of the souls meant the gods sensed human presence, not demons. But they bent completely to his and Kirnardaz's will.

He was the Champion. The Herald.

The Dark Reaper.

He answered the door, the darkness of his hood covering his skeletal appearance.

"What do you want?"

Klezmer Gryphon

And Jy'aad's mood was ruined. The last person he wanted to see today was Xerordir. However, there was something off. For the first time in his life, he felt a chill run down his spine. There wasn't a single person in sight, which even in the dead of winter was an unusual sight. Something was wrong. And then it hit him as if the words were screaming in his mind.

Without even thinking about it, he had his scythes in his hands and embedded into the skeletal mage's skull faster than one could blink. He was angry.

"What did you do?! Where is my family?!" He demanded as he yanked the dreadful corpse out of the doorway and slammed it against the wall, sending fragments of bone into the snow as the Prince of Death's anger became mer readily apparent. It wouldn't end well for Xerordir.

Brisinger987

The shattered pieces reassembled then smoothed back into a single skull, showing off the regenerative powers of this particular death being. Naturally, the skull looked to smile at Jy'aad, and he was genuinely smug.

"Mass slaughter. I need zombies for my new master, and these will do. In fact. I need them right now."

Xerordir clicked his finger, and several orbs flew into corpses. Then new orbs flew out of those. Soon the whole town was covered, and in another snap of the fingers, the corpses rose, stumbling towards Jy'aad in a state of demonic undeath.

Klezmer Gryphon

Jy'aad turned to face the army, only to turn back, and free his scythes via ripping them out of that damned skull. He didn't know where to start. These were once people he knew, people he cared for. It didn't matter if they were already dead, he would not defile their corpses, even if they were reanimated thralls, bent to the will of some demon god.

"Well, this won't be easy, won't it?" He said with a grim that seemed to appear out of nowhere. With a deep breath, he unleashed a maelstrom of violet fire, which incinerated everything caught in its wake, houses, zombies, even the stone foundations and roads. As the flames disappeared, he sighed, and looked to the skeleton.

"You really need to learn new tricks. Zombies are merely corpses that have been reanimated. Corpses can be cremated, and the living dead are no different." He said, now combining his scythes into a single, large scythe. It was dubbed Harvester, and certainly looked the part of an instrument of death. And it was his favorite weapon when dealing with problems like the one in front of him.

((OoC: Did I forget to mention that Jy'aad is an adept pyromancer?))

Brisinger987

"It's not about learning new ones... It's about improving on the old ones dear boy." Xerordir summoned his scythe, which was in itself, called Verosi, the Voraxian for "Reaper". And it had lived up to it's name, sending hundreds of souls to Kirnardaz for corruption.

"I am just the vanguard. I am merely the shock trooper." Kirnardaz hit the bottom of the scythe off the ground four times, and behind him, a portal opened, and out stepped a colossal demon.

It was huge, it's legs long and double kneed, with broad shoulders and two exceptionally well muscled arms. It's head was elongated, with skull like features at the front, and two crimson horns sprouting from the scaled flesh. It's chest and forehead had a marking that was synonymous with the mark of Ira, or Wrath.

It had no clothes as it had nothing to cover. and so it's muscled chest and limbs remained bare, with not even the need for a loincloth. It's eyes glowed red in the dark hollows that were it's eyes, and it's hands had three fingers, both hands grasping a huge flaming sword.

The sword was covered from hilt to tip in red, glowing markings, and the hilt was made of pure bone, with a skull at the centre of the cross guard, the fangs elongated, and the eyes glowing red.

It let out a roar, seeing Jy'aad, and Xerordir took a step back.

"Jy'aad. Might I introduce you to Khrouse? Our resident Champion of Wrath... Our champion of Blood." Kirnardaz's voice boomed through the portal, and was followed up with maniacal laughter.

"Khrouse. Kill Jy'aad." Xerordir commanded before turning and walking through the portal.

((Pm me to let me tell you Khrouse's traits.)

Klezmer Gryphon

Jeez.... Where do these guys keep coming from? he thought as he watched the hulking demon emerge. Judging by the muscle mass, and the sheer size, Jy'aad guess that the guy wasn't very smart.... But he knew that intelligence was the least of his worries. Even so, he still felt the need to let a wise ass comment through.

"Hey, big guy! How's the weather up there?!" He shouted, mocking the monster that stood before him. He couldn't help but wonder if the demon understood what he was saying... Not that it mattered, because it'd be impaled upon his scythe within the next couple of minutes......

Brisinger987

Khrouse curled a lip at the insult, and roared at Jy'aad.

"DIE MORTAL SCUM!" The demon's voice was thunderous and powerful, full of an unsatisfiable rage. This was the rage that drove this creature to do everything. It could pin everything back on anger, and put it down to worship of Ira. Being of Wrath.

He charged Jy'aad, accelerating to full velocity in virtually no time at all, and when he neared Jy'aad, he swung his sword.

A wave of fire spewed from the end and engulfed a slice of air about 3 meters away in flame.

But it didn't stop for the house. It just barged straight through brick and stone and eventually came to a stop. Then it turned round, charged the house, and broke another hole in the house, before taking a downward swing at Jy'aad, or where Khrouse thought Jy'aad would be.

He missed instead, lodging his sword so far into the ground that he was struggling to remove it. Jy'aad had no hope, and the monumental failure only made Khrouse angrier.

Bringer of Fenrir

Hjaldi watched as the hulking demon blundered towards the one who offered the insult. Who was the dumb one he thought the demon for rushing in or the man for offering this hulk an insult. as he saw what unfolded Hjaldi decided both were fools and he would engage them and join the glories of battle after all he had a fail safe if all went wrong. that would grant him victory.

Standing up into sight clearly Hjaldi would make his mark in this battle drawing his two swords standing imposing on the out cropping standing there his red trenchcloak blowing in the cold wind along with his blonde hair eyes stern, wild yet a sense of nobility. Stading there he waited for his time to strike to join in the glory of battle.

Breathing getting heavier the bloodlust wascoming the thrill of battle of life or death knowing it's him or you.

Klezmer Gryphon

With a sound that was about half way between a laugh and a sigh, Jy'aad watched as the blade came tumbling about three meters to his left. Surely, this demon was more of a threat than that, right? Well, the next couple of seconds really made any sense of danger disappear, and make for an extremely bored demigod...

Without even trying, Jy'aad was on the hulking giant's back, and had The Harvester piercing it's chest, it's black blade running red with blood.

"Is that really it? A giant demon who can't even see his opponent?" The prince of death said as he slid off of the giant's back. Hopefully the bag of bones in front of him would prove to be a little more interesting.

Bringer of Fenrir

     Hjaldi watched intently as a small child watches a joust with our awe at the strength of both warriors, While Hjaldi could see the short comings of the giant demon the sheer strength of the being was still impressive. As he was watching he noticed that the smaller man noticed him.
     Drawing his blades This was it. Hjaldi paused looking outward, He could see he light blue mists and fog of the afterlife's embrace... Howling. From the mist in the distance Hjaldi did not know if the other two could see it or not but he saw them a pack of wolves long since dead! All the wolves who had died in a battle or have been cut short not able to relish the fury of battle!. They had come forth to bask in it at last. This was not unusual for Hjaldi to see before or after the battle.
      Looking back at the smaller man Hjaldi wondered what he would do. Getting ready he grew poised for battle and waited. Arms twitching full of adrenaline. "I am Hjaldire Wrothgarson the Ambassador of the Wolves. i will not fall here he said to himself by the wolves i swear it." Urging his body he lurched forward into a set position once again but this time closer to the ground more ... bestial