Demonplane

[Arke]

Rain falls steadily on the timber and sheet metal structures of the encampment, the current settlement for a pack of roving furs and the human villagers fleeing their destroyed town. A village elder, Dekard, sits before a fire and tells his all too familiar tale.

"Long ago, our ancestors ruled this land without question. They lorded over the great machines of old, forged their mighty weapons, and changed their forms as they saw fit. It was at the apex of their power that they created the gateway to the Inferno. It granted our ancestors great power, the power many of us wield now, but it also released the plagues and demons that we must contend with. The king of the Inferno, the Arch- Demon Ba'al, sent forth his beast and minions to conquer this land. But his progress was slow, and it has been only within my lifetime that his corruption has reached the forests we have called home, and only now that we are forced from our homes. The Fallen ones will be but the first wave unless we can break Ba'als grip here. Rumor has it the ancients gateway hidden below the monastary is active, and providing evil passage to us. If it could be followed to its source, we may again rule this land..."

[Kida Howlette]

*I sit on a log near the warm fire listening to the wise elder's tale, my leg badly injured from defending the destroyed town*

[Arke]

A young necromancer sat nearby, idly cleaning his scythe. The elder spoke on, staring into the fire, but the rest of his tale was far less relevant. Around them the encampment simply went about their daily lives. A generator hummed in the blacksmiths shack, an apothecary gathered the rainwater for his potions. Life went on, more or less.

[kayle]

Kiro had listened to a little bit of the story, but he was mostly absorbed in his machines.  The german shepherd tightened the bolt on the small transport he was building, and a drizzle of oil hit him.  He wiped it off and went about working, humming merrily.

[Goblin Cat 😸]

Syreth approached the fire, hooded as usual, taking on the look of an animated scarecrow had her flesh not been visible at her torso and her legs. On her back was a black staff made of wood. Her long stitched sleeves hid her hands, as she walked to the fire. She had not been with this group long, but was hesitant to reveal her face due to her nature, and what they were up against. She was a daemon, and that could be held against her. As of now, people were unsure of her gender, which she considered a good thing. The only things that could give that away is if the scraps of her cloak moved aside revealing her chest or her visible feminine figure. She took a seat on the log where the elder was telling a story to the young villagers and listened intently. Like all daemons, she was from the bad place the elder spoke of.. But she wasn't on a side in this war. More of an observer. Her light red skinned tail curled on the log beside her as she stretched her wings to relax, ignoring the looks she got from some of the group. Sheesh, it's not like I'm a Bogeyman, she thought. Her back was arched as she leaned over and rested her elbows on her knees, her hands still hidden. She probably looked frightening or suspicious given the skulls that were stitched on the bottoms of her clothing, and the dark cloak she wore over her face.

[Gabag]

Standing on the hill overlooking the camp, Unit- 0056 had been following the nomads for awhile now. The only reason he didn't show himself was because he was paranoid. "What if they dismantle me for parts, or shoot me on sight?" he thought to himself as he wished to be near their fire.

[Arke]

The necromancer had finished cleaning his blade, and turned now to the newcomer. He knew what it was in an instant, of course, but what puzzled him was why it had not torn the surrounding villagers into sticky red ribbons. It was... curious... He moved next to the demon, whispering in an arcane tongue it would surely know. "So, what brings you here? Surely nothing malignant, if your lack of action is any suggestion." He pulls down his own hood, revealing the blonde furred form beneath. An odd breed for a necromancer. "I don't expect you to return the favor, at least not here, but I feel I should tell you that I mean you no harm so long as you cause no trouble. A fair exchange, yes?"

A small band of villagers stood at the opening in the settlements wood and metal door, armed mostly with farm implements and rusty rifles.  They seemed intent on retaking their village from the impish Fallen ones and the tainted humans that had laid siege to it.

[PhantomStone]

the large brown armored bear slowly walked over to the fire of the town, she idly saw a necromancer, a hooded figure, farmers. she shook her head tiredly, causing the heavy plate mail to clank against each other slightly as the bear sat down by the fire, letting the warmth easily slid over her.

[Goblin Cat 😸]

Caught off guard by the canine's approach, Syreth eyed him suspiciously. She did not speak, she only gazed in perplexed confusion with her yellow orange eyes.. They looked like yellow orange swirls of emptiness through her hood. Her wings shrank and pressed against her back under her cloak, and her tail flicked aggressively. She didn't like anyone poking around in her business. She stood up, her eyes still locked on his, and promptly stepped over the log she had been sitting on. She could not promise to be good, but she couldn't promise that she'd be bad either.. She preferred not to answer at all. In fact, the entirety that she had been there, she had not spoken to a soul. Only observed.

[kayle]

Kiro finished tightening the bolts on the chassis of the transport, then crawled out from under the machine.  It didn't look like much, but it was a workhorse for sure.  The mechanic hopped up into the driver's seat and flipped on the ignition switch.  The vehicle roared to life.  The sound of the engine was deafening, and people jumped back from the vehicle as Kiro grinned with pleasure.  The canine popped the vehicle into gear, and tapped on the gas.  The transport's treads began to turn, and the vehicle moved forward a few yards.  Satisfied, the shepherd switched off the ignition.  There was no use wasting fuel when he was sure his creation would work.

[Kida Howlette]

kida gets up off the log, using his rifle as a support, and limps close to the fire. He sits with his injured leg pointing out away from the fire. "fire, be thy friend, and give me the strength" kida says in the ancient arcane language while doing several motions with his paws over his injured leg. The fire glows hot red as flames whip around kida's paw. He yells and grits his teeth the the fire dissipates into his leg. The wound glows bright red for a split second before turning a dark purple, the fire returns back to its original state, flames flickering and dancing. kida removes the legging to see that the wound he has attainted had heal perfectly, although the skin has been scarred over.

[Chrono Blackwyng]

"Ngh..." the robed figure, lying against the tree, covered in blood stains, puncture marks, and burn marks, had finnaly just woken up from something he can't remember...

Where am I....how did I get in so much pain...and why is my swo...wait...I have a sword? were the first thoughts that came into his head as he tried to remember where he is...what he just seemingly survived, more importantly...what was he?

The first thing he remembered was his name Korin...then after he got up...he remembered he had a scimitar that he spotted on the ground, cleanly cut in two...guess I have to get it fixed by someone...or something.. he thought as he looked around, his vision centering on a faint, red, glow in the distance please let someone be there the figure thought as he started walking towards the glow....limping every few steps...

[kayle]

As Kiro climbed down from his vehicle, he had a sudden urge to drive it around.  Fuel was scarce, but he had enough.  The canine revved the engine and took off up the hill outside town.  The transport wasn't very fast, of course, but it could probably withstand a bomb blast.  The tracks clanked as Kiro started up the hill.  He looked up from the gauges and saw a figure staggering toward him.  The shepherd slowed the vehicle as he drew near the figure.  "Hey, buddy, need some help?  You okay?"

[Chrono Blackwyng]

The man that talked to the figure did not register to him as he continued walking towards the glow....

[Kida Howlette]

Kida stands up from the fire and walks back to his log, a light limp in his step. He sees the hooded figure in the distance and instinctively reaches for the magnum strapped to his thigh.