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Aragal the Fleshking

"I am, perfect"

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a character in “The Forsaken: Rebirth”, as played by Long Lost Lius

Description



Theme: The One Reborn



Name: Aragal Image

Age: 12, Technically.

Gender: Unspecified, presumed male

Species: Experiment/Daemon

Starting Location: The Jungles of Enervis

Personality and History: Aragal is completely obsessed with one single thing, perfection, as he was turned into the monstrous aberration he is today, the dark recesses of his soul manifested, twisting him into an even more foul being, but during this time, an even more interesting change took to his mind, perhaps it'd be considered a coping mechanism, or perhaps full-blown insanity might be more accurate, nevertheless, Aragal realized that what he was being made into, was perfect, all the pain, suffering and anguish he was experiencing, was all completely worth it, because he was becoming perfect. Nothing could measure to him, nothing would be able to as much as hold a candle to his shining, godlike being. He was the fruit of mankind, of elvenkind, of all, But it was such a shame no one seemed to realize this, Aragal pondered this long and hard as he began to develop emotions. Much to the dismay of the sick, horrid humans mixturing and changing his perfect form.

Luckily they would be allowed, they were after all the slaves and workers who had tirelessly created their new god. But, in the end, after so many years of perfecting, Aragal stretched his shimmering, ultimate limb forward, the flesh covering it neatly re-arranging and taking on the form he desired. He didn't have a need for his workers anymore, but yet again, one of the imperfect creatures approached him, in his mumblings, a single word hit Aragal, he couldn't quite understand it, how this creature... Dared. This word, was "Ugly".

Slowly emerging from the newly created smoldering ruins that once had been one of the many labs within Enervis, Aragal found himself intrigued by the many creatures there, the light, the imperfections all around. He found one of the last pieces he felt he was lacking, a purpose, it all needed to see, perfection

Aragal explored is complete lack of empathy as he began subjugating the small tribes scattered around the jungle of Enervis, Beastmen tribes, other Experiments and even small gathering of Daemons. The only requirement to become one of the "Fleshking's followers" was to give exactly that, a piece of yourself. This, granted both Aragal new pieces, but also allowed his mind some ease, now that these beings wasn't as imperfect as they were before, they were part of him, after all.

Weapons/Powers: Aragal acts as a wall of brute strength, he wouldn't be able to wield weapons or channel magic, not control complex machinery or use his wits to outsmart an opponent, but he can unleash a flurry of fury, putting everything into a wild trashing, capable of killing most.

The exact purpose as to why Aragal was created, was the goal of creating the perfect being, the scientists probably considered it a failure, but Aragal certainly didn't, thanks to this, his being, is that of a mixture between all possible creatures, Humans, Elves, Beastmen and perhaps even a strain of Elder Daemon nestled in there, as such, Alagar can freely manifest these features, thrusting out a twisted Minotaur horn out his palm or adding muscle mass atop muscle mass in order to deliver a single devastating blow

In addition to this, Aragal possess an additional ability, an unintentional effect to his mutation, allowing him to gain "more parts". Coming in direct contact with someone's skin or flesh, Alagar can take a couple of seconds to absorb it into himself, adding it to his already wide array of limbs organs and systems.

Although claiming to be "perfect", Alagar still posses a few flaws, he/it possesses an innate fear for the sensation of burning, flames being an excellent example of this. This would make him retract any created pieces, and then blossom out into even more anger. What could be both a power and a weakness is the fiery temper Aragal possesses, easily wrangled into throwing a tantrum, although he'll cause far more harm than a child, the angrier he might be the, the more wild and unpredictable will his transformations become.

So begins...

Aragal the Fleshking's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Cayden Valdez Character Portrait: Aragal the Fleshking Character Portrait: Thawulunnor the Fallen Character Portrait: Alurae Islive Character Portrait: Editus Rayn Character Portrait: Madison Isleheart Character Portrait: Abraxas, the Philanthropist Character Portrait: Thorn
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Many years of life, volumes of knowledge and instincts to his disposal, and what came to him next he could not have prepared for. Reeling back, the elder demon hissed and grunted loudly and pressed his wrists to his eyes. "D-damned be, you..!" he hisses stumbling backwards, frantic to clean his soiled eyes. "Wretched... world!" he growls, his hair again standing on ends, his nails and fingers becoming claws. What simmered now boiled, what sought not awakening now awakened, and with raised head he let out a thunderous roar that echoed across the land. The trees shuddered in waves, birds in flocks frantically scattered from their branches, animals flee.

"DAMN! Damn you all scourge of mortal kin, damn ye harlot brood, damn ye thorns of sin! Do you bear not any mind of who I AM!?" He screams, still holding his eyes, the flames ignited around him once more, and unfolding and swinging out from his body, were two magnificent, gigantic wings of black, as feathers molted from them spread through the air, caught in the winds of his rage. As he opens his eyes, gleaming like the gates of the underworld, blue embers rain about him as he begins his approach. The calm facade has faded, and a storm has come. "Learn again the hate born, learn again the failure, learn again, Editus Rayn!"

It was clear he was no longer being rational, his mind was now an angry haze, the reservoir within him had ruptured and now spilled out around him, not so subtly spilling across the land around him as he claws at trees and other shrubbery in a wild frenzy. It did not help that once already since his awakening had he been stricken, as if being returned were not bad enough, but now he was made a fool of by a small... talking... animal!

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Cayden Valdez Character Portrait: Aragal the Fleshking Character Portrait: Thawulunnor the Fallen Character Portrait: Alurae Islive Character Portrait: Editus Rayn Character Portrait: Madison Isleheart Character Portrait: Abraxas, the Philanthropist Character Portrait: Thorn
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#, as written by Davien
As Thorn ran away, he heard an unworldly unleashing of curses and screaming he had never
heard before, even before he was enlightened. He stopped and turned back in bewilderment,
just as a blast of wind knocked him off of his feet and into a nearby tree. Luckily it
didn't hurt too much. But Thorns eyes widened and dialated as once again he saw the blue
aura of flame engulf the figure he had been tormenting. His little mouth began to open
slowly in amazement as he watched him vent.

He stayed in his tree, climbing up a few branches and slowly walking over one of them
to be as close to Editus as he could, letting him calm down and the flames hopefully
dissipate. He would have been far, far away if those magic wings and blue flames hadn't
warranted a tirade of questions and inquiries he needed to know. He got onto a branch
roughly five feet above and ten feet away from Editus.

He called out.

"Excuse me Bird Man, but you don't need to feel bad. You are not stupid. I am just very
smart." he said, trying to be empathetic and failing miserably.

"But you need to tell me! What are those flames? Did you always have those wings?
Could you knock this tree over if you tried?!" His speech got more rapid as he forgot his
fight or flight instincts, jumping down from the tree and continuing on with his tirade.

"Do you cook with that trick? Thats what its called right? Burning dead animals? Cooking,
right?" He thought of the last time he ate, which was too long ago.

"Are you hungry? What do you eat? Will you cook for me? I can tell we're gonna be friends."
He said with a hyena like chuckle, fearlessly walking up to Editus and poking at his wings,
purple eyes alight with curiosity.

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Cayden Valdez Character Portrait: Aragal the Fleshking Character Portrait: Thawulunnor the Fallen Character Portrait: Alurae Islive Character Portrait: Editus Rayn Character Portrait: Madison Isleheart Character Portrait: Abraxas, the Philanthropist Character Portrait: Thorn
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It was a deception, all around them it was deception. All was peaceful and calm, tranquil and harmonious, but to those like him who knew better it was all a facade. Beset on all sides by unseen threats, predators on the prowl for prey for the taking. The forest was beautiful but it was home to dangerous creatures and deadly experiments. Years of hunting had honed Cayden's skills and his instincts and he knew better than to let his guard down for even a second. Especially considering he was hunting in experiment central of all place. Yet Cayden did not fear any experiment in the typical manner. Even as he prowled through the undergrowth with his Dire Wolf companion his fear only served to make him aware of the dangers around him. The hairs on his neck standing up, the paranoia of being watched, sudden movement out of the corner of his eye, they all kept him alive by making him cautious.

Enervis was the most dangerous place on the planet for and was a prim hunting ground for apex predators such as experiments. But unfortunately for them Cayden was an equally deadly predator in his own right and right now he was on the hunt. Even now he was honed in on a set of tracks heading towards the coast, a pair of somethings by the looks of it. Whatever they were they were bipedal judging by the tracks, but that didn't mean they were human oh no. You don't hunt experiments as long as Cayden did without knowing they came in many different types and verities, that included humanoid. First step, verify, then go from there was what the situation called for. However as he and Iris, his Dire Wolf companion, moved forward a low rumble shook the ground, causing bot hunter and companion to crouch low, eyes darting about looking for the source. Soon it stopped, only to restart a few moments later before fading away.

Cayden and Iris held their ground, cautiously waiting for something to attack them. But nothing came.....save for a thundering roar several minutes later which split the air, shaking the trees and spending birds and animals scattering. Cayden held his rifle at the ready, Iris growling in warning at the unseen threat. In the distance trees falling could be heard and it was no doubt what ever made that roar was on the move. But the sounds of falling trees grew distant and it was apparent it was not coming for them, “Moving inland, away from us. Don't know what that is but as long as it stays away we'll leave it alone....for now.” Cayden said aloud. Looked to Iris who had stopped growling but had her fur standing on edge, “Come on, lets find where these tracks are heading. Maybe we'll fill our quota early.” Cayden said as they resumed the hunt.

Ten minutes or so later the pair followed the tracks to the open coast which was a far cry from the enclosed forest. Keeping to the tree lines the two moved along the beach searching for their prey. This was made more difficult as the tracks went out onto the beach but to remain concealed the two had to stay within the tree lines to take advantage of the cover it provided. But soon, Cayden spied two figures down the beach, no doubt the targets they were looking for. Using the scope on his rifle he peered down the beach and could make out two humanoids walking. He couldn't see any distinguishing details to tell if it they were human or experiment which was a problem. Cayden would have to get closer to be able to tell and each step closer not only took him out of his primary zone of combat but also increased the chance of being discovered. But Cayden wasn't about to risk shooting at possible hunters or even civilians for that matter. It was either get closer and verify or leave a potentially deadly set of experiments on the lose.

In the end there was no debate over the course of action. Backing a bit further into the trees, Cayden and Iris continued to stalk their target in an attempt to get closer and discover if they were friend, or prey.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Cayden Valdez Character Portrait: Aragal the Fleshking Character Portrait: Thawulunnor the Fallen Character Portrait: Alurae Islive Character Portrait: Editus Rayn Character Portrait: Madison Isleheart Character Portrait: Abraxas, the Philanthropist Character Portrait: Thorn
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  1. Sorry for the short post. But I'm busy and will be for a few days longer.

    by Revenant Sorrow
  2. I hope you don't mind me making up some lore. You can ignore the italics if MartinVole decides against it.

    by Revenant Sorrow
  3. Do note that I left a possible plottwist and the reason for the Elves' hate for Alistair in it.

    by Revenant Sorrow
  4. I mean, I can easily imagine some former friends of Calion going 'That son of a bitch, is he also responsible for Calion's descend?' depending on them knowing about Alistair's involvement in Calion's life. Which is highly likely.

    by Revenant Sorrow
  5. Just to be aware, there's a very angry Demon Lord raging across Enervis. Woken up on the wrong side of the bed, where all sides are wrong sides, as it were.

    by MartinVole
  6. In fact, I'd wonder if Calion knew of Editus, or if Editus played a part in Calion's fall, given I noted that he has instigated betrayal/rebellion in the past.

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Thawulunnor had sensed the undead being coming, but that didn't mean he wasn't baffled by it's appearance next to them. Or rather, it's demeanor. Then again, necromancy -a discipline that he had pretty much been invented by himself- would probably have evolved greatly over the millennia. Though why a man with the skill to become a lich would let his body rot away was still unclear to him.

Then again, maybe it had simply aged too much by the point he'd reached that level of skill? Humans were rather short-lived after all.

He looked at the blind girl next to him awkwardly, not knowing whether she had picked up on it's undead nature.

"This...", Thawulunnor shook his head, "What do you think of the offer he made Madison?"

[He did note that this Goldenbones didn't seem to have much knowledge of Elves either. Thanks to Thawulunnor elves had begun to despise necromancy with a fiery passion, almost rivalling -or possibly even surpassing- their supposed hatred for demonkind. He also knew out of personal experience that elves, once they begin a vendetta against someone or something, will never snap out of it, unless it turns out to be a setup. Then they turn their ire on the nebt target.

He couldn't imagine anything happening to snap them out of their hatred for necromancy though. So the skeleton would probably have been attacked on the spot if he had been any other elf but himself.]

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Cayden Valdez Character Portrait: Aragal the Fleshking Character Portrait: Thawulunnor the Fallen Character Portrait: Alurae Islive Character Portrait: Editus Rayn Character Portrait: Maximilian Goldenbones Character Portrait: Madison Isleheart Character Portrait: Abraxas, the Philanthropist Character Portrait: Thorn
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(Posting again to notify others)

Standing up again, his senses returning to him, he lifted his head to test the air. "So, there are still people on this godforsaken world! Those of my... brethren still roaming, some things unfamiliar, and... an elf, ah, this is curious," he muttered in a mocking tone. "Surprised I have not yet stirred the natives, a disappointment not to be greeted with the reception I rightfully deserve. I'm sure I put on a big enough show already. Perhaps I should make a more pronounced greeting."

Extending his arm into the air, the Elder Demon conjured the blue flames in the air, twisting a spiraling, a maelstrom of magic cast into the skies above, raining down the blue fire, flames that do not burn the flesh, but stings all the same. It wasn't quite his intention yet to kill, but to make a statement of his presence. This time it wasn't just a brief rush, but a continuous flow as he cast his dark magic across the surrounding lands, engulfing it in twilight. The trees once again stirred. If he could at least get the attention of other Elder Demons, he could at least make something worthwhile of his awakening.

I do wonder what this new world has to offer... though, I'm sure to be disappointed.