The Syncharion Ascendance RP (Floozer, Khorne)
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"Hold up... Something isn't as it seems. She seems kinda... Uh... Does she look... Mentally ill to you...? Shit. Don't tell me she doesn't even know it's sharpened?" Jackal says, eyes widening.
"Alright let's go or were going to miss the fight." Gaknar says as they near the coliseum entrance.
"This is not good... Uh... Wait. It's not the minister hypnotising her... Then they must have put something in her food, I guess? Shit. This is not good!" Jackal growls.
"And now, for the final match of the season... Khorvis, the human favourite, versus Lika, the Ultima contender!" The announcer says excitedly. "In this showdown of strength and size versus speed, who will win!?"
Khorvis narrows his eyes at Lika, who tilts her head at him, her indigo locks bouncing to the side. He raises an eyebrow. It seems he's noticed it too...
"And now, for the final match of the season... Khorvis, the human favourite, versus Lika, the Ultima contender!" The announcer says excitedly. "In this showdown of strength and size versus speed, who will win!?"
Khorvis narrows his eyes at Lika, who tilts her head at him, her indigo locks bouncing to the side. He raises an eyebrow. It seems he's noticed it too...
"Yep! Oh, it's started!" Ragnar yells, eagerly bounding into the arena.
His eyes dart to her, and he nods.
The rest of the arena, however, looks at her in shock, before starting to mutter among themselves.
Lika jerks her head a bit at Phorsaal's sudden yell, then blinks at her, dull emerald green eyes flashing in the light. It almost seems like she's asleep...
"And now... Let the battle begin!" The announcer says.
Khorvis is the first to move, immediately darting forward and trying to grab onto her leg, but Lika is fast, quickly jumping back and swinging the glaive down at his head. He ducks, and the weapon cuts into the sand instead, leaving a deep furrow.
Khorvis grabs onto the wooden shaft just as she pulls it back, which yanks him forward to land on her chest. He quickly hops up and kicks her in the jaw before landing on the floor and retreating.
Lika just shakes her head a little more and frowns slightly, blinking around at the arena for a minute.
Khorvis pauses and raises an eyebrow, before narrowing his eyes at her. Again, he darts at her, but she quickly stabs down at him, and he only narrowly dodges before she yanks the glaive back too quickly for him to grab it.
He grimaces and stands still, waiting for the next blow. It comes soon enough, the blade swinging down at his head. He sidesteps, and then sidesteps again as she swings the blade down again. And again. And again, continuously trying to slice him in half. Once he times it right, he grabs onto the shaft, but he didn't foresee being flung halfway across the arena with a loud yell to crash into the spectator box, which earns laughs and a few groans of pain from where he landed right in the middle of a group of succubi.
"Whoops! Sorry girls!" He yells, rubbing his shoulder in pain as he looks down into the arena, carefully gauging the distance before jumping down and rolling to absorb the impact.
Lika seems to be unsettled slightly by his yell as he flew, and is shaking her head as if trying to wake up, but when Khorvis returns, she focuses on him again. This doesn't fail to slip by him, and he narrows his eyes again, chewing his lip contemplatively.
For a while, neither of them makes a move. Then, Khorvis starts walking closer and closer to the perimeter of the arena, grinning and whistling an annoying tune. Lika shakes her head once, then twice, them with a loud snarl, charges at him. He waits until the last moment before jumping out of the way, which leads to Lika slamming right into the wall and falling on her plush butt, looking rather dazed, blinking as she groans in pain and shakes her head.
Khorvis was trying to wake her up!
Unfortunately... None of them saw this coming. Before he can move, Lika grabs the glaive and spins it around her back. The power of the blow was greatly decreased, but... It was enough.
It punches right through Khorvis' armor, sinking deep into the side of his chest.
He gasps in pained surprise, his eyes going wide as his mouth opens in shock. He staggers backwards, falling to his knees, then screams loudly as the pain reaches his brain. His body slowly starts to morph, transforming into his Direwolf form. The glaive falls out, and the wound starts to close, but... It was too slow... He has already lost so much blood, that the ground beneath him is stained in a large red puddle. He slowly rolls over, his eyes starting to go dim as he twitches.
Suddenly, Lika shakes her head before looking around the arena in confusion, her eyes now clear! She sees Khorvis on the floor, and with a gasp, quickly scrambles over, her hands glowing green as she tries to heal him.
His eyes dart to her, and he nods.
The rest of the arena, however, looks at her in shock, before starting to mutter among themselves.
Lika jerks her head a bit at Phorsaal's sudden yell, then blinks at her, dull emerald green eyes flashing in the light. It almost seems like she's asleep...
"And now... Let the battle begin!" The announcer says.
Khorvis is the first to move, immediately darting forward and trying to grab onto her leg, but Lika is fast, quickly jumping back and swinging the glaive down at his head. He ducks, and the weapon cuts into the sand instead, leaving a deep furrow.
Khorvis grabs onto the wooden shaft just as she pulls it back, which yanks him forward to land on her chest. He quickly hops up and kicks her in the jaw before landing on the floor and retreating.
Lika just shakes her head a little more and frowns slightly, blinking around at the arena for a minute.
Khorvis pauses and raises an eyebrow, before narrowing his eyes at her. Again, he darts at her, but she quickly stabs down at him, and he only narrowly dodges before she yanks the glaive back too quickly for him to grab it.
He grimaces and stands still, waiting for the next blow. It comes soon enough, the blade swinging down at his head. He sidesteps, and then sidesteps again as she swings the blade down again. And again. And again, continuously trying to slice him in half. Once he times it right, he grabs onto the shaft, but he didn't foresee being flung halfway across the arena with a loud yell to crash into the spectator box, which earns laughs and a few groans of pain from where he landed right in the middle of a group of succubi.
"Whoops! Sorry girls!" He yells, rubbing his shoulder in pain as he looks down into the arena, carefully gauging the distance before jumping down and rolling to absorb the impact.
Lika seems to be unsettled slightly by his yell as he flew, and is shaking her head as if trying to wake up, but when Khorvis returns, she focuses on him again. This doesn't fail to slip by him, and he narrows his eyes again, chewing his lip contemplatively.
For a while, neither of them makes a move. Then, Khorvis starts walking closer and closer to the perimeter of the arena, grinning and whistling an annoying tune. Lika shakes her head once, then twice, them with a loud snarl, charges at him. He waits until the last moment before jumping out of the way, which leads to Lika slamming right into the wall and falling on her plush butt, looking rather dazed, blinking as she groans in pain and shakes her head.
Khorvis was trying to wake her up!
Unfortunately... None of them saw this coming. Before he can move, Lika grabs the glaive and spins it around her back. The power of the blow was greatly decreased, but... It was enough.
It punches right through Khorvis' armor, sinking deep into the side of his chest.
He gasps in pained surprise, his eyes going wide as his mouth opens in shock. He staggers backwards, falling to his knees, then screams loudly as the pain reaches his brain. His body slowly starts to morph, transforming into his Direwolf form. The glaive falls out, and the wound starts to close, but... It was too slow... He has already lost so much blood, that the ground beneath him is stained in a large red puddle. He slowly rolls over, his eyes starting to go dim as he twitches.
Suddenly, Lika shakes her head before looking around the arena in confusion, her eyes now clear! She sees Khorvis on the floor, and with a gasp, quickly scrambles over, her hands glowing green as she tries to heal him.
"ENOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUGH!" She screams out loud, her voice booming over the entire arena as the floor shakes around her, her impressive reserves of magic flaring to life as her limits are reached "I am sick and tired of this bullshit!" She floats rather than walks, to the edge of the arena and casts her gaze up to the minister "You and your fucking cheats are done with! An impossibly powerful emaciated human, an over geared orc warrior, and now a sharp weapon and a hypnotized ultima! You hide behind your status but I am sick of it!" A shock wave bursts from her body, cracking the floor that she floats over.
"Oh? And what evidence do you have of this, may I ask?" He says coolly, staring her down.
The Queen watches with interest, waiting to see how it plays out. She definitely knows the minister was cheating, but she just wants to watch the drama it seems.
The Queen watches with interest, waiting to see how it plays out. She definitely knows the minister was cheating, but she just wants to watch the drama it seems.
She floats up and over the stage so she is level with minister but still at a distance. "The human, I could sense it, anyone with a good magic level could sense it. A channel line from you to her. Second is the orc... the third fight... it would be impossible for a contender to have a full set of metal armor and a weapon by the third fight, since all fighters start naked with a weapon. At most she could have two extra pieces... unless someone gave her extra bits. And now this... Just look below! The blood on the floor from a sharpened weapon, an ultima who didn't even know what she was doing! Blatant, obvious cheating!"
As Gaknar and the Lizans enter the coliseum. Gaknar know as soon as he steps foot in it, that something is very wrong. He then reaches over and puts a hand on Ragnar's shoulder slowing him down. "Wait. Something is very wrong here." He says As he looks around the arena. When his eye see the minister and the other demon he grads the Lizans shoulders and goes to a empty seat and watches with interest.
"Fine. Save for the human, what other evidence do you have that I, specifically, was involved in this?" He snarls back. "It's perfectly legal for slave owners to buy armor for the contenders, which is probably what happened! As for this, this I have no clue about! Sharp weapons are illegal!"
Behind them, the Ultima is cradling Khorvis like a little baby as she continues trying to heal him. His cut has closed up, and his breathing is shallow, but he'll be back to normal in a few minutes thanks to his advanced healing.
Behind them, the Ultima is cradling Khorvis like a little baby as she continues trying to heal him. His cut has closed up, and his breathing is shallow, but he'll be back to normal in a few minutes thanks to his advanced healing.
His palms suddenly flare to life with red fire. "Watch your words you insolent fool! You're talking to a person who could ruin your life in seconds! Don't test me!" He snarls.
"Like you havn't already tried to ruin my life?!" Electricity sparks and crackles over her own "I am tired of following along and just accepting your bullshit! If you want me to just sit down again and bow my head then you have another thing coming!"
"Oh I'm not done with just yours..." He murmurs. "I'm going to take your slaves away from you, then send them to the pain house so that their minds will be broken, all while I force you to watch... And, you actually have the gall to stand up to me after your slave murdered one of my bodyguards!?" He yells, murmurs of shock flying around the arena. Even the Queen's eyebrows rise, and she leans forward in her seat with a small smile on her face.
"Bah! You have no right to do that, minister or not! But yes, I do have the gall after all of that! How much of a coincidence is that minister? That YOUR body guard just so happens to be in the right place in the right time to cause a problem that would put you in the high seat yet again? It all sounds just a little too perfect, since I know you are not above sacrificing people for your own betterment."
"She was off duty! It was your slave, that mutt down there, who killed her! I had no part in telling her what to do!" He snarls.
"Ah, but there is the problem minister! SHE initiated the confrontation. She provoked, poked, jabbed and hollered at him! Mix that with an already sour mood and things went to shit real fast. But it just seems too perfect for me to wave aside... your body guard... your ammo against us... yours yours yours. It is always going back to you and now I just can't stop trailing it all to you either. Isn't that funny minister?"
The Queen has a big grin on her face at this point.
"Right, because your mutt threatened me when we first met! And she's a demon! She has a right to push a slave around if she wants to! They're fucking slaves! Nobody gives a rat's ass about them, anyway!"
"Right, because your mutt threatened me when we first met! And she's a demon! She has a right to push a slave around if she wants to! They're fucking slaves! Nobody gives a rat's ass about them, anyway!"
The lightning in her hands crackles and sparks twice as loud and vibrant at that "YOU SHUT YOUR WHORE MOUTH!" She screams at him "I give a rats ass about slaves! It's fuck tards like you that really just piss me off! She has no right to push him arounds because HE IS MINE! If she has a fucking problem then she comes to me like a big girl! But noooooooooo, she decided to poke instead!" She floats up closer to him "You wanna know something minister? A loyal slave, one that loves you and wants to be with you, is one hundred times better than a slave that serves in fear... but you wouldn't know that would you?" She says with a smirk.
"At least one that serves with fear listens to orders. I don't think that mutt of yours has done a single thing you actually asked him to do, has he? No. Your slaves take far too many liberties with you, don't they? Hah! Call yourself a demon... You shame our name! And to top it all off, you can't even argue without swearing!" He says, the fire flaring brighter.
"Oh I can, you just aren't worth a more sophisticated vocabulary! I am dumbing it down to your level so you can comprehend what I am saying. You have a fair point minister, my slaves do take liberties, they do have wills of their own... and I like it! It means they have personality, they have flare, they have life within them! It makes things far more interesting than scared puppets!" She takes a deep breath and puts the sparks away "You know.. I said the same thing about myself... what kind of demon cares so much right? But then someone told me "What demons are, is the embodiment of emotions. We hate with all our being, we care with all our soul, we fight with all our passion. That is what a demon is, something that puts everything into their actions while others would hold back." and honestly, I couldn't agree more. There is a difference between demon and cruel monster after all"
"Yet when something is seen as bad, it is referred to as 'demonised'. Why do you think that is, hmm? Because demons are all lovey dovey romantics like you? No. We have always been, and will always be, monsters at heart! But you..." He snorts derisively. "You couldn't even hurt a fly. You aren't a demon. I don't know what you are, but you sure aren't one of our kind!" He sneers.
She sighs and rolls her eyes, flicking her hand dismissively "Oh blah blah blah, your opinion is so full of rubbish I can't even see a single flicker of truth. demonised, ha, what a petty argument you make. I can be whoever I want to be, by physically and mentally minister. I will cause harm when I want to, make amends when I feel like it... why should I conform to your twisted views? For your respect? Oh please, that is the last thing I want in my life for certain."
"And I should be concerned with the ramblings of insects? Puny bottom feeders who can only dream of rising to the top? I don't think so." He says turning.
His view is blocked by the Queen's rather shapely breasts. "Actually, Minister Tura... She does make a good point." She muses. "In fact... I don't think I want a cheat like you on my court anymore." She says with am evil grin. Then, she places one leg covered in leather thigh high boots on his chest. "So fuck off." She says, kicking him right off the podium.
He falls back with a yelp, and crashes to the ground, groaning in pain. "M-my Queen? Wh-what? You surely don't think-?" He stammers.
"What I think is that this demon here is actually right." She interrupts, then glances behind him. "Khorvis, is it?" She tosses a pink vial into the air, which the human Khorvis catches. "If you'd do the honours?" She says, still grinning.
"My pleasure..." He growls, starting to stalk closer as the minister backs away in fear.
His view is blocked by the Queen's rather shapely breasts. "Actually, Minister Tura... She does make a good point." She muses. "In fact... I don't think I want a cheat like you on my court anymore." She says with am evil grin. Then, she places one leg covered in leather thigh high boots on his chest. "So fuck off." She says, kicking him right off the podium.
He falls back with a yelp, and crashes to the ground, groaning in pain. "M-my Queen? Wh-what? You surely don't think-?" He stammers.
"What I think is that this demon here is actually right." She interrupts, then glances behind him. "Khorvis, is it?" She tosses a pink vial into the air, which the human Khorvis catches. "If you'd do the honours?" She says, still grinning.
"My pleasure..." He growls, starting to stalk closer as the minister backs away in fear.
She grins nice and wide, moving over and landing on the arena floor, cutting off the ministers only way of escape which is away "you want to see me be evil? Then you here go... blocking off your only means of escape while the human you despise so great stalks ever closer!"
The minister suddenly stands and turns. "You fucking bitch! I'll incinerate you!" He yells, palms flaring to life as he reaches out for her.
Before he can get far, though, Khorvis grabs him around the throat and digs his claws into his cheeks, which forces his mouth to open. Then he immediately shoves the open top of the bottle into his mouth, which forces the minister to swallow the potion or choke. Only once he's empties the entire bottle does Khorvis drop him.
The changes are instantaneous. First, a large pair of breasts pop out of his chest, followed by his ass warping and widening to form wide, child-bearing hips. His hair gets longer and longer till it's halfway down his back. The bulge in his pants disappears, only to be replaced with a wet spot slightly further back.
"What- What the fuck!? Noooo!" He wails, his voice coming out high pitched as the rest of his body changes to fit his new feminine form!
Before he can get far, though, Khorvis grabs him around the throat and digs his claws into his cheeks, which forces his mouth to open. Then he immediately shoves the open top of the bottle into his mouth, which forces the minister to swallow the potion or choke. Only once he's empties the entire bottle does Khorvis drop him.
The changes are instantaneous. First, a large pair of breasts pop out of his chest, followed by his ass warping and widening to form wide, child-bearing hips. His hair gets longer and longer till it's halfway down his back. The bulge in his pants disappears, only to be replaced with a wet spot slightly further back.
"What- What the fuck!? Noooo!" He wails, his voice coming out high pitched as the rest of his body changes to fit his new feminine form!