Distributed Intelligence by Kahlaramah
Posted: Sat Aug 05, 2017 7:36 pm
Distributed Intelligence
Kahlaramah, November 20, 2006
' oooooohhhhh '
swathed as usual in the fleshcoat covering his stitched; ragdoll
like form_ kahlaramah was slouched upon the back of his skeletal
horse. this mount seems to grow more tired, and more lethargic
with every passing day. and why not_ it has been put through hell
in it's time with the demonologist. however, it has always been
unique and full of welly. so many times; when it's master was
under attack by groups of stronger enemies on faster steeds_ he
was able to evade them by sheer cunning, taking off into the
forests and making his own trails, evading the beasts. and when
those enemies managed to get a good strike in on him, so many
times this skeletal mount would keep right on going, where others
would throw him off to escape. yes.. it only reaffirms that he
was correct in his decision to purchase this one outright, rather
then to summon one of those ridiculous looking felsteeds.
' these magics are expensive, moped. but you will be reincarnated
and made into a beast that you never thought possible. oh yes.. '
they stand near the iron golems in the sweltering heat of the
burning steppes. tonight, only vilrida accompanies him_ the other
felbeings having stayed at the undercity. he ponders as to if
they were ordered to stay there, or if they simply did it by
their own choice_ and can only come up with a blank. a frown was
etched upon his orange painted lips_ this situation is becoming a
bit disturbing.. just who are the puppets, anymore? vilrida's
hand would come to the side of his stitched features, brushing
aside two thick dreadlocks in a sensual caress_ and these
concerns immediately depart from his mind.
everything is just peachy_ these noble creatures now have grown
far greater in power, for his infernal ritual was completed some
time ago, with considerable difficulty. there is but one that
lies ahead - a doomlord, although it seems that he will have to
wait to get on the path to this final minion. for there is this
matter of kahlaramah's ride, and even the demons hypnotic control
have not managed to sway him from this determination to revive
and rebuild the ol'moped. while this creature is one of
indifference to most things, this is a rare matter of affection.
' why do you bother yourself with this beast, kahlaramah. it is
slow, but mobile. use it until it cannot be used more - then
trade it in for another of it's kind. why waste so much money and
time.. you have no need for racing dear.. you need to strengthen
yourself, and strengthen us.. make our circle complete.. so that
we can kill so beautifully '
vilrida's tone sifts through the heatwaves, delicately whispered
to the side of his head. she does know how to manipulate his
priorities, she is fully aware of his sadistic pleasures.
' no, vilrida. we now focus on raising the monetary value that is
required so that i can purchase an epic warhorse. then, i am
going to drain it of it's soul, until it falls over dead.
afterwards, i will caste a soulstone over ol'moped's head here.
then, i will use my soul harvestor to smash and axe his bones -
and bag them up for some foolery rituals later on down the line.
then, i will ressurect this beast of burden's essence into the
stronger animal's corpse. i will not get that 'dreadsteed' you
seem to want so badly, and our circle will do just fine without
it. now.. i can mine dark iron ore now.. the shit sells pretty
damn good in the auction house - i saw offers for up to nine
gold, for just a stack of ten of those things! unsmelted... i
suppose i have to do some annoying adventure to learn how to
smelt it, but why bother, with that kind of cash readily
available as it is? off with us - it is easier to find in the
searing gorge, i do not wish to group together with a bunch of
horde adventurers and bother with blackrock mountain. '
and so the worn out creature would take off at a full gallop,
still as speedy as any other in it's class_ vilrida running along
behind with a murderous glare in those translucent eyes, having
not expected kahlaramah to defy her_ to even order her? the
circle of demons and the necromancer are a distributed
intelligence_ and he has been lapsing into the order as planned.
it is unfortunate that phunuum, gobjub and thangorg are not
present.. however.. she can improvise.. and begins to do so, as
the scent of another draws dangerously near.
it is a rogue, a night elf of it's sixtieth season that suddenly
lunges from above, betraying his hiding spot amidst the rocks.
two burning swords penetrate kahlaramah's fleshcoat, the flaming
ends protruding out of the front of his ribcage, blood and gore
sizzling_ and poison immediately infecting the wound.
' ECK NI KULDOOOOO ' ( common - for the alliance )
the two would tumble off of the skeleton horse and onto the
charred ground of dried magma_ a sneer developing beneath the
bandanna across the elf's face. he would begin twisting the
blades, further destroying the ambush necromancer_ cracking bones
and basically turning his guts into a messy goo. a gurgling
protest escapes from kahlaramah's mouth, however there is still
trickery to be done, even in the last stages of death. a hand
twists from behind, a special signal given with fingers_ and the
elf suddenly begins to run, screaming as a horrible pain sears
through his nervous system, and part of his vitality is
transferred to the necromancer. kahlaramah stands up; still in
the game, but just barely_ immediately taking ahold of his
healthstone and muttering words to regenerate the wounds;
although the poison is still wearing him down. casting fear atop
the death coil spell, and the rogue runs for a few more minutes
as more special hand gestures were made, corrupting his organs
and splitting his nerve endings to produce agony. however, he
suddenly vanishes.
' you whore.. you impudent wench '
vilrida is standing motionless, not aiding the necromancer. the
rogue becomes visible once again, hurting quite badly_ but drinks
a potion to restore his own vitality, and moves in for the kill.
before kahlaramah can immolate him, those vicious blades split
him down the middle_ and he drops, dead.
the rogue would stumble away, cackling while still holding his
stomach as the curses begin to wear off_ his tiger mount coming
down from the cleft, which he jumps upon and rides off into the
distance.
never one to forget his soulstone, kahlaramah immediately
ressurects with the majority of his vitality intact_ immediately
casting a spell upon vilrida to cause her to become immobile for
thirty seconds. spitting some blood upon the ground.
' you insolent whore, you would dare turn on me. you may be my
right hand, but i will show you why i am master. '
a murderous grin upon mime's lips, soul link was then caste_ so
that she may absorb a third of the damage taken to him. as the
banishment wears off, she lunges forth, her whip cracking his
face wide open and breaking the skull_ however she stumbles back,
her own face split open as well. and he begins with the special
hand gestures, immediately sending her to run against her will,
while applying immolation, agony and corruption. vilrida delivers
a heavy hit, but does not take one well_ and her body is
destroyed with a final blow from his scythe, splitting her in
half. kahlaramah kicks the mutilated girl form, stepping back and
speaking rather badly through his ruined mouth.
' and for now i will leave you here in the land of fire, so the
buzzards can eat your skin and the worms can wiggle within. you
enjoy that, succubus, for when i ressurect you - your tortures
will make you wish that i had left you here forever. '
sputtering; he would stumble over to the skeletal horse, who
remained dormant throughout the entire play; indifferent, even.
could the same have been said, if it was another demon spawn?
dragging himself onto it's back and covering the gaping wounds
with his fleshcoat, he would once again travel towards the
searing gorge_ a bit more mindful of lurking alliance, now that
his protectors are seemingly his enemies. this will be dealt with
in due time_ and there is no reason not to try and find some of
that ore while he is here - for apparently, it is the very cause
of this rift.
Kahlaramah, November 20, 2006
' oooooohhhhh '
swathed as usual in the fleshcoat covering his stitched; ragdoll
like form_ kahlaramah was slouched upon the back of his skeletal
horse. this mount seems to grow more tired, and more lethargic
with every passing day. and why not_ it has been put through hell
in it's time with the demonologist. however, it has always been
unique and full of welly. so many times; when it's master was
under attack by groups of stronger enemies on faster steeds_ he
was able to evade them by sheer cunning, taking off into the
forests and making his own trails, evading the beasts. and when
those enemies managed to get a good strike in on him, so many
times this skeletal mount would keep right on going, where others
would throw him off to escape. yes.. it only reaffirms that he
was correct in his decision to purchase this one outright, rather
then to summon one of those ridiculous looking felsteeds.
' these magics are expensive, moped. but you will be reincarnated
and made into a beast that you never thought possible. oh yes.. '
they stand near the iron golems in the sweltering heat of the
burning steppes. tonight, only vilrida accompanies him_ the other
felbeings having stayed at the undercity. he ponders as to if
they were ordered to stay there, or if they simply did it by
their own choice_ and can only come up with a blank. a frown was
etched upon his orange painted lips_ this situation is becoming a
bit disturbing.. just who are the puppets, anymore? vilrida's
hand would come to the side of his stitched features, brushing
aside two thick dreadlocks in a sensual caress_ and these
concerns immediately depart from his mind.
everything is just peachy_ these noble creatures now have grown
far greater in power, for his infernal ritual was completed some
time ago, with considerable difficulty. there is but one that
lies ahead - a doomlord, although it seems that he will have to
wait to get on the path to this final minion. for there is this
matter of kahlaramah's ride, and even the demons hypnotic control
have not managed to sway him from this determination to revive
and rebuild the ol'moped. while this creature is one of
indifference to most things, this is a rare matter of affection.
' why do you bother yourself with this beast, kahlaramah. it is
slow, but mobile. use it until it cannot be used more - then
trade it in for another of it's kind. why waste so much money and
time.. you have no need for racing dear.. you need to strengthen
yourself, and strengthen us.. make our circle complete.. so that
we can kill so beautifully '
vilrida's tone sifts through the heatwaves, delicately whispered
to the side of his head. she does know how to manipulate his
priorities, she is fully aware of his sadistic pleasures.
' no, vilrida. we now focus on raising the monetary value that is
required so that i can purchase an epic warhorse. then, i am
going to drain it of it's soul, until it falls over dead.
afterwards, i will caste a soulstone over ol'moped's head here.
then, i will use my soul harvestor to smash and axe his bones -
and bag them up for some foolery rituals later on down the line.
then, i will ressurect this beast of burden's essence into the
stronger animal's corpse. i will not get that 'dreadsteed' you
seem to want so badly, and our circle will do just fine without
it. now.. i can mine dark iron ore now.. the shit sells pretty
damn good in the auction house - i saw offers for up to nine
gold, for just a stack of ten of those things! unsmelted... i
suppose i have to do some annoying adventure to learn how to
smelt it, but why bother, with that kind of cash readily
available as it is? off with us - it is easier to find in the
searing gorge, i do not wish to group together with a bunch of
horde adventurers and bother with blackrock mountain. '
and so the worn out creature would take off at a full gallop,
still as speedy as any other in it's class_ vilrida running along
behind with a murderous glare in those translucent eyes, having
not expected kahlaramah to defy her_ to even order her? the
circle of demons and the necromancer are a distributed
intelligence_ and he has been lapsing into the order as planned.
it is unfortunate that phunuum, gobjub and thangorg are not
present.. however.. she can improvise.. and begins to do so, as
the scent of another draws dangerously near.
it is a rogue, a night elf of it's sixtieth season that suddenly
lunges from above, betraying his hiding spot amidst the rocks.
two burning swords penetrate kahlaramah's fleshcoat, the flaming
ends protruding out of the front of his ribcage, blood and gore
sizzling_ and poison immediately infecting the wound.
' ECK NI KULDOOOOO ' ( common - for the alliance )
the two would tumble off of the skeleton horse and onto the
charred ground of dried magma_ a sneer developing beneath the
bandanna across the elf's face. he would begin twisting the
blades, further destroying the ambush necromancer_ cracking bones
and basically turning his guts into a messy goo. a gurgling
protest escapes from kahlaramah's mouth, however there is still
trickery to be done, even in the last stages of death. a hand
twists from behind, a special signal given with fingers_ and the
elf suddenly begins to run, screaming as a horrible pain sears
through his nervous system, and part of his vitality is
transferred to the necromancer. kahlaramah stands up; still in
the game, but just barely_ immediately taking ahold of his
healthstone and muttering words to regenerate the wounds;
although the poison is still wearing him down. casting fear atop
the death coil spell, and the rogue runs for a few more minutes
as more special hand gestures were made, corrupting his organs
and splitting his nerve endings to produce agony. however, he
suddenly vanishes.
' you whore.. you impudent wench '
vilrida is standing motionless, not aiding the necromancer. the
rogue becomes visible once again, hurting quite badly_ but drinks
a potion to restore his own vitality, and moves in for the kill.
before kahlaramah can immolate him, those vicious blades split
him down the middle_ and he drops, dead.
the rogue would stumble away, cackling while still holding his
stomach as the curses begin to wear off_ his tiger mount coming
down from the cleft, which he jumps upon and rides off into the
distance.
never one to forget his soulstone, kahlaramah immediately
ressurects with the majority of his vitality intact_ immediately
casting a spell upon vilrida to cause her to become immobile for
thirty seconds. spitting some blood upon the ground.
' you insolent whore, you would dare turn on me. you may be my
right hand, but i will show you why i am master. '
a murderous grin upon mime's lips, soul link was then caste_ so
that she may absorb a third of the damage taken to him. as the
banishment wears off, she lunges forth, her whip cracking his
face wide open and breaking the skull_ however she stumbles back,
her own face split open as well. and he begins with the special
hand gestures, immediately sending her to run against her will,
while applying immolation, agony and corruption. vilrida delivers
a heavy hit, but does not take one well_ and her body is
destroyed with a final blow from his scythe, splitting her in
half. kahlaramah kicks the mutilated girl form, stepping back and
speaking rather badly through his ruined mouth.
' and for now i will leave you here in the land of fire, so the
buzzards can eat your skin and the worms can wiggle within. you
enjoy that, succubus, for when i ressurect you - your tortures
will make you wish that i had left you here forever. '
sputtering; he would stumble over to the skeletal horse, who
remained dormant throughout the entire play; indifferent, even.
could the same have been said, if it was another demon spawn?
dragging himself onto it's back and covering the gaping wounds
with his fleshcoat, he would once again travel towards the
searing gorge_ a bit more mindful of lurking alliance, now that
his protectors are seemingly his enemies. this will be dealt with
in due time_ and there is no reason not to try and find some of
that ore while he is here - for apparently, it is the very cause
of this rift.