Kyou's Trial of Combat
Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2015 1:30 pm
The night had come. Kyou had found himself signed up to roll with the experienced members of the Grim for a night of purging some robotics! Peace through Annihilation slipped from the goblin's unseen lips every now and again as a breathy whisper, reminding him of the theme he could finally feel comfortable backing up. Every other theme he'd taken on had ended due to his unique personality. Either kicked out, or banished was always his prior fate. But here. Finally was something different! a group of people who didn't pussyfoot around the issues that could kill us all! He HAD to show them what he was capable of. His anticipation showed as he bounced off the walls of the tavern in Warspear awaiting the group's arrival. At first, they were reluctant to take such a fresh looking goblin into battle with them. Understandably so, as Kyou had no honors beyond basic skirmishes, a lot of them, but nothing past it. But, nonetheless be it sheer luck, or destiny, Kyou found himself leaving and traveling into the night with the others.
Battles were had, and victories were hard fought. Kyou showed his skills up front as a rogue, often placing himself just right to pin down the cowardly alliance machine's mender, or cripple the dastard attempting to overtake their territory. But upon the arrival of Deepwind Gorge at Khorvis' side, The Grim units saw what sort of magics were at work beyond the goblin's knowing.
Stepping into the battlefield elated the goblin, exciting Kyou with the opportunity to take from the alliance directly! As they charged, and Kyou took to the shadows to blindside his opponents his unique trait began to show. The levels of fel energy that emitted from the tiny rogue far exceeded what anyone could suspect to even show in a non-magic user. His body was at its limit as his path was blocked by a night elf. Stalking the buffoon, Kyou watched as the purple machine desperately grabbed the recently filled cart of Horde Gold and began charging off with it.
It was time.
Kyou's body burst from the shadows wrapped entirely in fel flames as he assaulted and paralyzed the death knight temporarily! Dropping a smoke bomb, not many could see what exactly happened, but not a soul went without hearing it... The voice of the goblin burst forth twisting and toning as even his language changed to demonic! "FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT! KILL KILL KILL! SHAZA-KIEL, ANACH KYREEI!!! A-RUL SHACH KIGONI!!!" the goblin screamed and bellowed as his cleavers took the night elf apart aggressively. Getting wind that their cart had been stolen by the herald, other contenders, including a few Grim returned to base to protect the haul. They came upon the freshly possessed image of Kyou, drenched in blood butchering a pile of meat that was one a bipedal conscious being. Kyou however, was miles away. Completely possessed by bloodlust and rage, he continued charging, throwing himself into he epicenter of alliance battling, slitting throat after throat, taking head after head! The goblin rogue took down target after target, screaming and howling as felfire blasted from his body! The very steps he took still burned with demonic energy, and only more blood was found covering the goblin as the most awkward of things began to happen.
Riddled with demonic energy, bathed in felfire, and screaming like a banshee, Kyou began of all things: singing. His voice was by far the worst ever heard, but considering the situation not many complained.
"Send your armies.
There's no man or machine
who can stop me,
and you'll soon see.
I come for vengeance
for the first Son of Light, and I'm ready, and I'm willing, and I'm prepared to...
SEND. ME. THE BEST YOU'VE GOT
SEND. ME. YOUR STRONGEST MACHINES!
THE FIGHT MY BROTHER FOUGHT,
HERE,
NOW,
WILL END WITH ME!"
The demon influenced goblin sang as his body would barely even fade into the shadows. Still nonetheless, the effectiveness of the transformation was noted. Kyoukimaru never faltered, never rested, never even returned to heal wounds. Each injury he took, though was not life threatening, managed to close up in combat! His regenerative abilities were outmatching a troll, and his skill at putting alliance scum down like the dogs they were, was enough to even catch the eyes of Khorvis. Though this new recruit was very evidently insane. His cleavers took only to alliance flesh, his rage only took to the "machines" he sought to end. Despite a fit of rage so unholy his body literally burst into demonic fire, as a ROGUE, Kyoukimaru's mind and heart strove only to murder the machines under gold and blue banner. Many letters were sent home to alliance families that day, and many children went without parents the morning after. The only description the alliance could manage to give of the murderer, A bloodsoaked butcher bathed in felfire.
Kyoukimaru was found the next morning after a night of bloodlust in his chambers. His next accommodations alerted his new family only temporarily. a heavy trail of blood littered the guild hall, giving off the scent of every alliance race one could recognize. And in Kyou's bunk lay the body of a draenei! It was dead, of course, and had been.... Re-purposed... This is where Kyou's skill in both skinning and leatherworking were also noticed.
The organs had been removed. The body turned to a strange type of leather from burning and drying, and yet the skeleton remained mostly intact. Kyou sat up, thusly "bursting" from the hidey-hole he'd made in the once "noble" draenei's chest. Scratching his head. The goblin climbed out of the chest cavity of what was his "favorite" victim. He'd made a gods be damned SLEEPING BAG out of the dastard! A horrified look lay frozen on the draenei's face, the eyes burned out and what looked like tears had burned their way down his face, leaving blackened trails emphasizing the horrors the creature had seen prior to its most likely agonizing and drawn out death. Kyou, however, was clean. The blood he'd been soaked in the night before had taken a liking to something more than his clothes. The cleavers that lay next to his bunk, they glowed blood red, and images of constant blood drip fell from them. The malicious intent had empowered his very weaponry, creating an epic look to his newly bloodforged blades.
Kyou spent that morning mostly in question as to when he actually passed out. He had little to no memory of what had actually happened. His transformation seemed like a split personality, however it was far too close to his normal mindset to truly justify the thought. But regardless of his "fit" and how it effected his performance for the better, Kyou found himself unsatisfied with his night of blood-soaked bardic-inspired demon-empowered rage and death. Though his new sleeping bag had him well rested in only a matter of a couple hours, he felt as though he'd barely fought the night before. He feared he had retreated, or drank too much, or worse yet burdened the ones he was TRYING to impress while ridding the world of these machines. He mopped up the guild hall to rid it of the stink of alliance blood and eagerly returned to his room, fetching his blades and gear. He was desperate to return to the front lines and rid the world of more alliance machines. He however stopped as he equipped his blades, speaking to himself as he noticed the increase in power he now held in his hands.
"Whoa... That's a new feeling." He said as he curiously looked at his cleavers...
It had become apparent much more than even the Grim around him witnessed must have suffered a terrible fate.
Battles were had, and victories were hard fought. Kyou showed his skills up front as a rogue, often placing himself just right to pin down the cowardly alliance machine's mender, or cripple the dastard attempting to overtake their territory. But upon the arrival of Deepwind Gorge at Khorvis' side, The Grim units saw what sort of magics were at work beyond the goblin's knowing.
Stepping into the battlefield elated the goblin, exciting Kyou with the opportunity to take from the alliance directly! As they charged, and Kyou took to the shadows to blindside his opponents his unique trait began to show. The levels of fel energy that emitted from the tiny rogue far exceeded what anyone could suspect to even show in a non-magic user. His body was at its limit as his path was blocked by a night elf. Stalking the buffoon, Kyou watched as the purple machine desperately grabbed the recently filled cart of Horde Gold and began charging off with it.
It was time.
Kyou's body burst from the shadows wrapped entirely in fel flames as he assaulted and paralyzed the death knight temporarily! Dropping a smoke bomb, not many could see what exactly happened, but not a soul went without hearing it... The voice of the goblin burst forth twisting and toning as even his language changed to demonic! "FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT! KILL KILL KILL! SHAZA-KIEL, ANACH KYREEI!!! A-RUL SHACH KIGONI!!!" the goblin screamed and bellowed as his cleavers took the night elf apart aggressively. Getting wind that their cart had been stolen by the herald, other contenders, including a few Grim returned to base to protect the haul. They came upon the freshly possessed image of Kyou, drenched in blood butchering a pile of meat that was one a bipedal conscious being. Kyou however, was miles away. Completely possessed by bloodlust and rage, he continued charging, throwing himself into he epicenter of alliance battling, slitting throat after throat, taking head after head! The goblin rogue took down target after target, screaming and howling as felfire blasted from his body! The very steps he took still burned with demonic energy, and only more blood was found covering the goblin as the most awkward of things began to happen.
Riddled with demonic energy, bathed in felfire, and screaming like a banshee, Kyou began of all things: singing. His voice was by far the worst ever heard, but considering the situation not many complained.
"Send your armies.
There's no man or machine
who can stop me,
and you'll soon see.
I come for vengeance
for the first Son of Light, and I'm ready, and I'm willing, and I'm prepared to...
SEND. ME. THE BEST YOU'VE GOT
SEND. ME. YOUR STRONGEST MACHINES!
THE FIGHT MY BROTHER FOUGHT,
HERE,
NOW,
WILL END WITH ME!"
The demon influenced goblin sang as his body would barely even fade into the shadows. Still nonetheless, the effectiveness of the transformation was noted. Kyoukimaru never faltered, never rested, never even returned to heal wounds. Each injury he took, though was not life threatening, managed to close up in combat! His regenerative abilities were outmatching a troll, and his skill at putting alliance scum down like the dogs they were, was enough to even catch the eyes of Khorvis. Though this new recruit was very evidently insane. His cleavers took only to alliance flesh, his rage only took to the "machines" he sought to end. Despite a fit of rage so unholy his body literally burst into demonic fire, as a ROGUE, Kyoukimaru's mind and heart strove only to murder the machines under gold and blue banner. Many letters were sent home to alliance families that day, and many children went without parents the morning after. The only description the alliance could manage to give of the murderer, A bloodsoaked butcher bathed in felfire.
Kyoukimaru was found the next morning after a night of bloodlust in his chambers. His next accommodations alerted his new family only temporarily. a heavy trail of blood littered the guild hall, giving off the scent of every alliance race one could recognize. And in Kyou's bunk lay the body of a draenei! It was dead, of course, and had been.... Re-purposed... This is where Kyou's skill in both skinning and leatherworking were also noticed.
The organs had been removed. The body turned to a strange type of leather from burning and drying, and yet the skeleton remained mostly intact. Kyou sat up, thusly "bursting" from the hidey-hole he'd made in the once "noble" draenei's chest. Scratching his head. The goblin climbed out of the chest cavity of what was his "favorite" victim. He'd made a gods be damned SLEEPING BAG out of the dastard! A horrified look lay frozen on the draenei's face, the eyes burned out and what looked like tears had burned their way down his face, leaving blackened trails emphasizing the horrors the creature had seen prior to its most likely agonizing and drawn out death. Kyou, however, was clean. The blood he'd been soaked in the night before had taken a liking to something more than his clothes. The cleavers that lay next to his bunk, they glowed blood red, and images of constant blood drip fell from them. The malicious intent had empowered his very weaponry, creating an epic look to his newly bloodforged blades.
Kyou spent that morning mostly in question as to when he actually passed out. He had little to no memory of what had actually happened. His transformation seemed like a split personality, however it was far too close to his normal mindset to truly justify the thought. But regardless of his "fit" and how it effected his performance for the better, Kyou found himself unsatisfied with his night of blood-soaked bardic-inspired demon-empowered rage and death. Though his new sleeping bag had him well rested in only a matter of a couple hours, he felt as though he'd barely fought the night before. He feared he had retreated, or drank too much, or worse yet burdened the ones he was TRYING to impress while ridding the world of these machines. He mopped up the guild hall to rid it of the stink of alliance blood and eagerly returned to his room, fetching his blades and gear. He was desperate to return to the front lines and rid the world of more alliance machines. He however stopped as he equipped his blades, speaking to himself as he noticed the increase in power he now held in his hands.
"Whoa... That's a new feeling." He said as he curiously looked at his cleavers...
It had become apparent much more than even the Grim around him witnessed must have suffered a terrible fate.