Post by The Deathsinger on Dec 16, 2013 1:52:23 GMT -5
Karthus was about to respond to Kit's request when Alasdair, the Ruined King's harvester, made his appearance. After both Soul and the Harvester himself had spoken their pieces, Karthus uttered his own reply, floating slightly from the ground and approaching the spectral being.Alasdair, the Harvester. Your King must be growing bolder if he allowed you to enter my realm....Does he not care for the well-being of his imps, if he should allow you to come here?" Karthus asked, cocking his head to the side. "Her soul has already passed beyond Death's Door. It is not yours to claim. The Ruined King is a liar and a fool, and you are but a mouthpiece for his treachery....But I do wonder how he shall react when we cut out his tongue.
With this, Karthus extended his right hand toward the Harvester, causing a green arc of light to jet from his palm and lance toward Alasdair. As it struck him, he would not feel pain, but, instead, a strange sense of heaviness as the magics bound his spectral essence to this place in space and time, preventing any form of teleportation or summoning magics from affecting his being. "Dimensional Anchor; A taxing spell, but well worth it's desired effect. Now, not even your king can save you." Karthus floated upward and away from the Harvester as he continued to speak. "Death comes to all, and you have waylaid yours for long enough. Furthermore, you have stolen souls from Death and prevented them from receiving the peace of Eternal Slumber...As well as damning their souls to serve as mindless pawns under Leviathan's control. But your death shall not be by my hand....Nay, it shall be by the hands of the very soul you sought to destroy. Kit...." Karthus looked down at his newly reborn ally. "Perhaps you could demonstrate your hunting companions' effectiveness?"
The hounds were sniffing Soul, still trying to figure out what this new person was when something else caught their attention. Their ears perked, transparent forms tense and ready.
Kari growled out a low warning moments before the mist appeared. Great… that’s just what I need, more damn mist. Kit thought as the strange stuff coalesced into something fairly ghost shaped. She listened as he explained why he had come.
From what Soul said afterward, she could tell he was worried. The huntress wished she could tell him it’d be alright but the best she could do was to flash him a sympathetic smile. Showing your worth had always worked out better for her anyway.
Kit took a moment to get her feet steady but in that second, the boss took matters into his own skeletal hands.
He chided the being, and his ruined King and then in the blink of an eye, he attacked. Through it all, Kit remained silent as the grave. Absolutely sure that the choice of who's side she would be on had already been made for her, that is until Karthus spoke.
“Kit... Perhaps you could demonstrate your hunting companions' effectiveness?"
Now, the huntress was a lot of things but a cheat wasn't one of them. “No disrespect Mr. Karthus sir…” She spoke over her shoulder to Karthus as she eyed the being up and down, he was prone and helpless against the Deathsinger’s magic. “…but I ain't that kinda girl."
Kit turned to look up at Kathus, her tone not defiant but determined. “If me and the pack are gonna fight a man, then it’s gonna be a fair fight.”
The huntress sauntered forward, confidently moving right through the spectral pack to approach the being. “So lemme see if I got this straight,” She said, a hint of intrigue appearing on her pale features. “Your tellin me that your boss is gonna give me god like powers of my very own. That about right?”
The huntress took a step closer. “Can he bring back every single hound I lost, even the ones back on the ranch? “ She took another step. “How bout my ma, can he bring her back too?” Kit now stood a whisper away from the being.
“And all I gotta do for all that is just join on up with him instead of...” The huntress glanced back at Karthus for a moment. “…What was it he called you again? Deaths guard dog?” She turned back to the ruined king’s minion, nodding at the question she had just answered for herself.
Weight came down on him as Karthus anchored him into place. He tried to move to a different shadow but was unable to do so. He could however move around still. Alasdair looked at the girl as she spoke to him and Karthus.
"The Ruined King's powers are far greater than the Deathsinger's. He will be able go bring back every one you've ever lost." As he spoke he felt the anchor disappear. He moved to a different shadow, this time right behind Kit.
Post by The Deathsinger on Dec 16, 2013 4:13:28 GMT -5
Karhus did not speak, a reply...But he did remove the anchor, at Kit's request. She seemed....Tempted, but surely she could not believe that all these things would be brought unto her if she merely bent her knee. Karthus was prepared to destroy her, should she prove weak-minded enough to believe the Harvester's lies... But it should not come down to that. A mote of shadow materialized within Karthus' palm before expanding and fading away, revealing Karthus' orb - The Eye of Shadow. A focus for all of his greater spells...Although uncharged, it would serve him well in the event that Kit changed her allegiance. Now, all we had to do was wait for Kit's response....
Soul listened to everyone else as they spoke, slightly trembling but still standing stalwart. He watched as they seemed to prepare for battle, and he saw Karthus summon his Eye of Shadow. He knew what was likely to happen if Kit said yes to Alasdair. However, in the moement before, he caught Kit's reassuring look. He turned to her slightly. "Kit. I can't make your choice for you. But please, just don't do anything rash." He spun his dagger in his hand and moved to pull off the gauntlet in his opposite hand, revealing his fiery hand. He knew that his knife was probably fairly useless against Alasdair, but that didn't mean his fist was.
Glancing down at her feet. Kit pretended to think carefully while she waited for the inevitable affirmative response, her grin growing more and more vicious by the second. Me do something rash? Never...
Suddenly the being in front of her just disappeared, his voice making the offer now from behind her. Kit raised a brow but did not turn around as she responded, answering the plea from Soul and the question from the being all at once. “Well in that case I only got one answer I can give…”
“Hike!”
The abrupt word would likely make no sense to anyone else but upon hearing it, the pack sprung into action. Vicious spectral hounds appeared to come from everywhere, the largest of them passing right through Soul’s body in order to attack.
Kit stifled a smirk as she turned around to find the slippery being pinned fast by her hounds, their teeth seconds away from tearing into his spirit like visage.
“Easy”
The soothing tone caused the dogs to fall silent, pausing with lips pulled back as if they were still ready at any time to rip his throat out. “Mister, I think it’s pretty obvious how I feel bout guard dogs.”
“Your boss sends you here to feed me a line like he thinks I’m just some backwater rancher who’s too dumb to know bullshit when I smell it.” Kit leans over, putting herself directly in his line of sight “I got news for ya and a message for that coward what calls himself King. Farm folk can smell bullshit a mile away and you sir are offendin my delicate senses.”
Alasdair waited for her response, it was so close. She spoke and he waited for her final word, the word that he wanted to hear. When Kit instead shouted another word he blinked, not really understanding what it meant he moved back a bit.
The spectral dogs he had seen sprung to life and jumped through the being named Soul and pinned Alasdair down. He was caught off guard to say the least, he was not aware that the ghost dogs could affect him like that.
When the girl spoke to him again he blinked and frowned, or he would have if he actually had a mouth. Then he would smirk, again if he had a mouth. As the girl finished speaking to the Harvester he faded into the shadows again and reappeared behind her.
"Oh but you under estimate us, dear girl. And those who underestimate the Harvester regret it." As Kit would turn around to face him he'd disappear again, this time he'd reappear next to Gus.
His right gauntlet sunk into her body slowly and most surely painfully for the spectral dog before he clenched it and pulled it out, causing him to fade away.
"We are afraid that you have offended us, accept our offer and we'll reconsider."
Post by The Deathsinger on Dec 17, 2013 4:44:05 GMT -5
Karthus gestured toward the Cathedral's entryway, which clouded over with black mist. The Harvester would not escape, not this time....Here, he would draw his final breath.
Karthus began muttering arcane phrases as sickly bolts of orange lightning began to crackle within his onyx orb. Should this fight turn to Alasdair's favor....Well, Karthus had a pair of tricks up his sleeve. For now, it would suffice to watch over the battle and ensure that his newest ally was protected. In the meantime, however, it would do to allow both of Karthus' minions to practice their combat ability on such a weak undead creature.
Karthus waved his hand toward Soul, a glowing golden aura forming around both Karthus' hand and Soul's newly-acquired sword. The spell which he cast was but a simple, temporary enchantment: Ghost Touch. Granted, the incorporeal being would still take neglegible damage from Soul's blade, but it was much better than nothing.
Soul was helpless to watch as Alasdair blinked away from Kit and killed one of the dogs. He gave a small look of dismay, but it melted into anger. He was about to run forwards and try to punch Alasdair, but then he noticed an odd glow coming from his sword's sheath.
In a moment, he guessed what Karthus had done and went to grab his sword, holding it with both hands with his dagger tucked away. "Oi, mostly ghostly!" He shouted, charging at Alasdair. "Go back to whatever pit you're from!" With that, he would swing his sword at Alasdair, determined to strike back for Kit.
All are equal in death; it's just that some people are more equal than others.
Kit turned just in time to see the being reappear next to Gus. At barely a foot tall and still small enough to look like the pup he was, he was the easiest to hurt.
“NO!” The huntress yelled and dove towards the being the moment she saw him appear, Kari moved faster still but neither one of them was fast enough to save Gus. Mid leap Kit’s battle cry turned into a scream of agony, her futile attempt coming to a hard stop shoulder first on the stone floor.
The pain was blinding, it stole her breath away and seared her mind to ash. The feeling was indescribable, not centered in a single place; it was as if some vital piece of her very soul had been ripped away.
"We are afraid that you have offended us, accept our offer and we'll reconsider."
The thing taunted her as she lay in a crumpled heap just inches away. Kit didn't have the air left in her lungs tell him where he could stick his offer or for that matter, to call out a halt as she heard Kari attack. Luckily Soul sounded a battle cry of his own mere moments later.
The hounds would follow him.
Alive, Kari had been nearly 180 lbs of tooth and claw, now the larger spectral equivalent bore down on the thing called Alisdair. If the huntress could have seen the pack at that moment, she would have been proud. Able to take down a wolf singlehandedly, a pack of three could bring down a lion. For this monstrosity, it would take all of them.
In standard hunting form Kari would come first, she would try for his throat but if she couldn't get to it, the alpha would try any vulnerable point while her surviving offspring would follow after her example, tearing at whatever they could readily get a hold of.
Alasdair chuckled at Kit's futile attempt of saving her dear little canine friend. Then he heard something, turning around he saw Soul striking at him with his sword. The Harvester did nothing to dodge the blade, through time he had been stabbed at several times, but due to his Spectral nature they had all missed. Exvept for this blade.
Alasdair shrieked as the blade sunk into his shoulder. Alasdair moved his hands to the blade and pulled it out, moving towards soul but was pinned down by a rather large dog. Again he felt pain, the dogs began tearing in him and made it harder for him to jump away. He moved his gauntlet through he air and pushed off Kari, the biggest one of the dogs that attacked him.
Post by The Deathsinger on Dec 20, 2013 17:25:24 GMT -5
Alasdair seems to have damaged Kit by destroying one of her spectral dogs....Most disconcerting. Karthus noted to himself that he should personally handle the soul-shattering types from here on... However, there was yet a further development within the battle. Magic was heavy in the air, and Kit seemed to be it's source. Karthus decided not to intervene just yet, but instead wait and see what Death had granted Kit with.
Through the haze of pain, Kit made out the creature’s shrieks but then Kari went flying across her field of sight. White fur splayed round, connecting against the stone floor with a sickening thwack. She didn't get back up. One of the larger pups yelped, it sounded like Mort. The angry tones of his sisters Jette and Helle snarling their outrage confirmed it. The bastard took little Gus. He would take em all, hurt em all, burn everything all over again!
Flashes of memory from the fight at the ranch took over her vision. The once gentile giants all fought so fiercely but she let them down, she let them die. Home was gone; the sanctuary where her mother had been cooking dinner, the whelping barn where every member of the pack had been born. They left nothing of her safe haven to cling to. All Kit could see now were the bodies of her pack strewn amidst the dead men. It was like it was happening all over again.
The remembrance was so vivid that she could smell the smoke, that sickly sweet stench of flesh cooking; her mind swam with the horror of it. The mother who kissed every one of her skinned knees, the pups she had brought to bear with her own two hands, trapped in an oven of death as they were burned alive by a man just as big a liar as the one she faced now.
Everything her family had built with their own two hands, everything that had sweat and bled for, their entire legacy reduced to nothing but ashes and death. The huntress’s hand fell limply from where it had been clutching at her chest. Somewhere, something inside her snapped loose and shattered. The sound of it was deafening in the sudden silence of her mind.
A sharp howl of rage tore through the cathedral.
The ear splitting resonance issued from the huntress herself; calling the pack to justice, calling the pack to the hunt.
An answering howl came from the wolfhounds in the room but it held so many voices. The haunting declaration echoed through the cathedral as if it carried the outcries of all those who had been lost, the brothers and sisters in the pack, the pups and the dams, her mother and father, all of them roaring for vengeance.
No quarter would be offered here.
Death… was on her side now.
Kit could feel the hatred burning her body, the energy making her feel more alive in this moment than ever before. Let the fire consume her, she would make sure it took this thing with her before it did.
In one single frenzied movement she rose from the ground and lunged at the shadow that was Alisdair.
Soul was amazed his plan had actually worked. He's honestly thought he'd miss or something, but Alasdair hadn't even tried to dodge. In his stunned moment, he accidentally let the messenger get a hold on his blade, and he fell back slightly as he watched him get tackled by the pack.
Desperate to help, Soul stumbled forwards again, trying to get to Alasdair. After a moment of struggle, he reached out with his uncovered hand and managed to grab hold of the intruder. As Kit leapt forwards with her (honestly rather terrifying) howl, Soul gave Alasdair a fairly wicked grin. "You see, this is why we're off-limits to your realm." He turned around to Kit and gave her a nod. "Give 'im all you've got, Kit!" He yelled, trying to hold Alasdair still so she could tackle him more easily.
All are equal in death; it's just that some people are more equal than others.
Alasdair glared back at Soul as he spoke to him, "You... Will die again this day!" The Harvester ripped out the blade out of Souls hands and tossed it onto the ground besides him. His now free gauntlet moved through the air and towards Soul's face.
The gauntlet itself seemed to glow in a pale blue color as it passed through into the flames that was Soul. Alasdair clenched his fist and was about to pull it out when Kit jumped at him. Everything around him faded away for a moment before reappearing, it was different, the cathedral walls was transparent. The Harvester dropped Soul that seemed to have followed him into this odd place.
Looking around him he saw the mist on the floor and the misty walls. He could not see Kit, where was that harlot? He moved through the Deathsinger that now stood there seemingly frozen in time.
"Harlot! What is this place?! Come out so we can rip your soul out!"He shouted and spun around a little.
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