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Gal'mok Fireblade
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The Hellfire Saint
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Personal Information
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Full Name
Gal'mok Fireblade

Description
Gal'mok Fireblade, The Hellfire Saint, is one of the ancient and mysterious Naacani. He is a very powerful (and very old) demonic sorcerer that can channel the terrible powers of the Hellfire through his being and into the world around him. Flocks of demons are at his command and disposal. The Hellfire Saint has traversed through the Underworld, the edge of the Universe, and everywhere in between... Nothing will stop him in his quest.

Age:
115

Gender:
Male

Race/Main:
Naacani

Race/Sub:
Corrupted

Honorifics|Titles|Nicknames
The Hellfire Saint
The Summoner
Dark Sorcerer

Sexual Orientation:
Hetero

Birthplace:
A distant world in a distant galaxy
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Date of Birth:
Irrelevant

Marking|Tattoos|Piercings:

Height:
Depending on his form

Weight
720 lbs.

Physical Condition:
Frail from age, yet considerably strong

Current Residence
Unknown

Former Residence
Unknown

Family/Relatives:
None/Deceased

Friends/Comrades:
None

Enemies
Some

Rivals
Some

Organizations/Tribes/Clans:
The Soulrender Clan
Naacani Shlo'irdew'voo-e

Former Affiliations:

Disabilities:
Gal'mok is very old - thus he must depend on demonic energies to sustain himself.

Personality:
Gal'mok carries himself with the aura of a man who has lived a long and troubled life. He has done many evil things in his time, and gives signs that he regrets some of it. Infused with demonic energies, he is naturally cold, quick to anger, and merciless. However, his many years have taught him a degree of extreme clarity. The Naacani sorcerer is calculating yet emotional. He knows hatred and pain - and how to channel it.

Likes:
Addicted to fel energy

Dislikes:
Being reminded of his past

Psychological Condition:
Sociopath

Alignment:
Chaotic Good with Evil tendencies (Anti-hero)

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Equipment
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:Attire:

Depends on his chosen form

:Protection:

Variety of magical and physical armors

:Weapon(s):

Fel Staff
Channeling the fierce powers of The Pit, Gal'mok can unleash a devastating storm of hellfire and dark demonic energies upon his foes. The staff acts as a conduit, enhancing his dark powers, but is not required for him to cast his ferocious spells.

Fel Cannon
This Naacani carries a powerful and large shotgun that erupts with a pulse of fel plasma. Its energy can scar both body and soul with its demonic energies. A hit from its blast is very difficult to heal, even by magical means.

Fel Blades
Gal'mok can summon two flaming fel steel scimitars that burn with demonic flames. They are nearly indestructible and wound both body and soul.

:Accessories/Misc:

Runed spell book, various trinkets, and magical rings.

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|Abilities|Traits|Racial|
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Psychic Powers

Telepathy - Able to read minds and place thoughts and images into a mind.

Telekinesis - Able to move, throw, or crush objects with his mind.

Psychic illusion - Able to create a psychic illusion, altering his appearance and wreaking havoc upon the minds of others

Mind Control - Able to acquire control of a victim's mind. Effects may vary on victim's will power and intelligence

Mind Flay - Sends a wave of excruciating agony upon the victim's mind, originating from the pain sector of the brain.

Fear - Strikes fear in the enemy, causing them to flee in terror. Effects may vary on target's will power and intelligence.

Third Eye - Summons an invisible psychic eye that is controlled by Gal'mok. It moves very quickly, but is very fragile.

Banshee Wail - Causes all enemies in the vicinity to flee in terror for a limited time. Effects may very on targets' will power and intelligence.

Forces of Destruction

Shadow Javelin - Sends a shadowy bolt at the enemy, causing shadow damage.

Immolation - The target bursts into flames, causing fire damage.

Scorching agony - Inflicts a burning agony within the bowels of the target, causing fire damage.

Fire and Brimstone - Calls down a fiery storm of flaming hail and burning rain upon the area.

Hellfire - The ground around Gal'mok erupts in a demonic flame, causing shadow and fire damage to himself and all others within the area of effect.

Soul Fire - A scorching inferno erupts within the target's soul

Fel Fire - A cone of dark flame erupts from Gal'mok's palm, causing shadow and fire damage. It also increases the duration of Immolation.

Shadowburn - Instantly blasts the target with shadow energy. If death occurs from or shortly after this spell, the soul of the target is captured.

Shadowfury - The forces of darkness are unleashed, causing shadow damage and a stun effect to nearby enemies.

Chaos Bolt - Gal'mok releases a bolt of chaotic fire at the target, causing fire damage and ignoring shields and armor.

Forces of Affliction

Corruption - generates a corrupting darkness within the target, causing shadow damage over a limited time

Dark Sacrifice - Gal'mok sacrifices some of his own life force in order to strengthen his magical energies and cast more spells

Drain Life - Gal'mok drains the life force and soul of a target, healing himself. If the target dies in the process, their soul is captured.

Drain Magic - Siphons magical energy from the target into Gal'mok

Glimpse of the Lake - Gal'mok curses the target with agony. The pain increases exponentially over time before its duration ends.

Curse of Weakness - the Target steadily looses its tenacity, strength, and becomes exhausted more quickly. Lasts for a limited time.

Strike of the Damned - Curses the target with a large amount of shadow damage every few seconds. At each interval, it has the chance to summon a demon.

Curse of Demon Speak - The target is forced to speak Demonic. This increases the time needed to cast spells until the end of its duration.

Death Coil - Causes the target to flee in horror for a few seconds and causes shadow damage. The damaged caused rejuvenates a portion of Gal'mok health.

Curse of the Elements - Reduces target's arcane, fire, frost, nature, and shadow resistance and increases their weakness to magic damage.

Seed of Corruption - Gal'mok embeds a demonic seed within the soul of the target, causing shadow damage for a limited time. Once the damage reaches its peak, the seed erupts, causing shadow damage to those nearby.

Demonic Powers

Fel Armor - An aura of fel energy surrounds Gal'mok, increasing spell power and life force. It can absorb most blows, projectiles, spells, and energy blasts

Summon Imp - Gal'mok summons a devious imp to aid him in combat or other tasks. It is potent in casting destructive spells.

Summon Shadow Demon - Gal'mok summons a powerful shadow demon to defend him. It is incredibly resilient and can distract several foes at once. Requires captured soul.

Summon Succubus - Gal'mok summons a succubus to aid him in combat or other tasks. It is able to incapacitate enemies through hypnosis or sleep spells.

Summon Hellhound - Gal'mok summons a hell hound to aid him in combat or other tasks. It is a potent anti-mage creature that can absorb magical energies as well as tear bodies asunder.

Summon Revenant - Gal'mok summons a fierce demon soldier to aid him in combat for a limited time.

Summon Fel Captain - Gal'mok summons a champion of The Pit, a ferocious demonic soldier without mercy or compassion. It kills all in its path in the name of its master.

Life Stone - Creates a stone that, when broken, releases its life force into the owner and sustains them. Requires captured soul.

Life Siphon - Gal'mok transfers some of his life force into his summoned demon, giving it strength and sustaining it.

The Harvest - Draws all nearby wandering souls to Gal'mok, who absorbs them. Creates a regeneration effect.

Dark Salvation - Gal'mok creates a stone that binds the owner's soul to it. When the owner dies, they will return to life when the stone shatters.

Enslave Demon - Gal'mok attempts to enslave a demon and force it to do his bidding. The enslavement lowers the demon's attack speed and slows its spell casting. Lasts for a limited time. The demon becomes more difficult to control after each successful enslavement.

Banish - Causes an elemental or demon to become ethereal, preventing them from moving or attack, but also making them invulnerable. Lasts for a limited time.

Shadow Shield - Absorbs shadow damage. Lasts for several seconds.

Inferno - Gal'mok summons a meteor endowed with demonic energies that crashes into the earth, causing fire damage and stunning nearby enemies. A fiery rock demon rises from the crater and wreaks havoc upon the surroundings.

Aura of Inferno - Gal'mok ignites the area surrounding him, causing fire damage to those within the aura.

Metamorphosis - Gal'mok infuses himself with demonic energies, becoming which that he controls...

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Past History
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So begins...

Gal'mok Fireblade's Story

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#2013-03-16 21:58:54, as written by TheNoremac42

The strange figure sat alone in the darkened booth and observed the vacant room through the concealing shadow of his hood and cowl. His aura was incognito, serine, and calm, but lurking deep beneath was a fiery maelstrom of shadow and demonic inferno.
When the figure approached him, Gal'mok did not meet his gaze. He did, however, felt his presence - his essence - the darkness writhing within him.

"And darkness there is..." he replied. His voice was ethereal and corporeal, as if it come from within and without - everywhere and nowhere. "... more than my fair share I would say."

It was then that he saw the confrontation between Peter and a waitress. The warlock sighed in irritation. Apparently the chaos followed him eternally.

"PUT THE GUN DOWN." Gal'mok's authoritative and hypnotic voice rang through Peter's mind. "You want to put the gun down... You NEED to put the gun down... You want a drink. Get. A. Drink."

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#2013-03-16 22:24:46, as written by TheNoremac42

Gal'mok merely glared at the man through the concealment of his dark cowl and hood. He had stared into the Abyss, ventured from the farthest edges of the Universe and into the darkest and hottest furnaces of Hell. The Naacani had summoned nightmares darker than the blackest night and melted the flesh from bones. There was nothing he feared.

He was fear.

"Be still." he commanded. A powerful psychic domination was projected from him and into the man. His consciousness sought out whatever demon or spirit had taken hold of him and glared into its eyes with an iron will that conquered demon lords.

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#2013-03-16 22:53:35, as written by TheNoremac42

Gal'mok rose to his feet. The room grew dark and foreboding. With eyes like hellfire, the warlock glared with demonic fury at the deranged man.

"I. Said. CEASE!!" his voice thundered. His consciousness shot at him like a rabid demon, thrusting psychic tendrils into his mind like hot knives. Nightmares from the blackest pit poured into his mind. If all else failed, the Naacani would lift his hand, wrapping him in a telekinetic net, and raise him into the air.

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#2013-03-16 23:06:08, as written by TheNoremac42

"Now sleep..." he whispered, clenching his fist slightly and putting force on Peter John's throat. The man would black out within seconds. "Sleep... Be at peace." As the threat diminished, so did the demonic fury that resonated from Gal'mok. The room returned to its normal lighting.

Once the man blacked out, he would release his psychic hold over him.

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#2013-03-16 23:44:12, as written by TheNoremac42

The strange figure sat alone in the darkened booth and observed the other tenants through the concealing shadow of his dark hood and cowl. His aura was incognito, serine, and calm, but lurking deep beneath was a fiery maelstrom of shadow and demonic inferno.

His target was close. He could feel him nearby. Perhaps the chase was almost over. Perhaps his quest will be complete. Perhaps he would finally know peace. But first, he had to be sure of the presence that loomed over the world. It could be him, but yet it could be not.

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#2013-03-17 00:01:10, as written by TheNoremac42

As the eerie music coursed through the tavern, the cloaked figure tightened and strengthened the complex psychic shield that protected his mind. He could feel an otherworldly presence - a powerful presence - but not the presence he searched for. Gal'mok sensed that he had been here recently. Maybe someone could help him.

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#2013-07-26 09:26:31, as written by TheNoremac42

The day had finally come.

As the contestants continued their uneventful or adventurous lives, a single portal appeared before them. Scorching heat, like a furnace, leeched from the swirling orange and black mass. The portal beckoned them like a sinful lover. It was time. it was time for them to venture where no mortal had traversed for eons. It was time for them to compete against their fellow champions of the Universe - for fame, glory, power, and fortune. It was time for blood to spill in the most violent city in Creation.

A dark ruined city, long lost by time and swallowed by the demonic plain, was laid out before them. Sulfuric clouds gripped the city like a dense fog. Fallen angels soared through the half-ruined Gothic spires that burned in eternal inferno. The city was illuminated by the crimson glow of bonfires and hellish energy that resonated from the felbricks that formed the scorched streets.

Numerous creatures of living darkness walked the streets. They looked like jackals, or lions, but stood on their hind legs as would a man. Cloaks of black flames caressed their mangy flesh and hides. Black scalding plate covered them from paw to neck as their "hands" gripped great scimitars, shields, spears, and broadswords. They snarled and growled at the strange beings that intruded their domain.

Other creatures were scattered amongst the jackal beings. Some resembled great vultures and birds of prey, but stood on two muscular taloned legs. Their toned arms doubled as dark feathered wings. Clenched in the beasts’ clawed hands were javelins crafted from a dark metallic material. Several similar weapons rested in a sack on their backside and others wielded bow and quiver. Sickly squawks croaked from their black beaks while glowing red eyes glared at the contestants, unblinking.

Living shadows, born and crafted from suffering, sorrow, hatred, and rage, shifted through the crowd. They simultaneously remained chained to the earth. Long arms, with enormous claws protruding from them, dangled at the sides of their shimmering black bodies. In the distance echoes the screams of a hundred thousand souls writhing in eternal fire.

So was the City of Dis - The City of the Damned.

The demonic entities filed passed the newly arrived contestants, who had materialized on an enormous stone bridge. A bottomless abyss, filled with eternal darkness, lurked beneath the railingless construct. Two glowing red metallic gates laid ahead of them. Wicked barbs and razor sharp spikes protrude outward from the doors. Surrounded by iron walls of stockades, the large structure had the appearance of a massive fortress. The only thing that betrayed this impression was the dense packs of fallen angels, demons, and other creatures that funneled into the building.

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#2013-07-26 09:40:08, as written by Marcus

"What in the name of Hoarcrux is this nonsense!" Bigsby shouted as he looked upon the denizens of Hell with little to no concern for their being or as to why he was coaxed away from a rather wonderful cup of tea and the company of a rather small Halfling named Jesmer. The elderly wizard with gnarled hands holding onto his staff simply glared at the others present from beneath his magnificently mammoth hat as if they were the reason to blame only to then look up to the orb that he carried just to frown and shake his head.

"Hells Bells I do hate interruptions....very well I suppose that the extraction of our little friend will just have to wait." It was nothing that could not wait a bit longer and now that Bigsby was thinking about it there was a tournament that offered rather uninteresting prizes and a chance to show the world once again what a true wizard could achieve with the right amount of time and study. So with little to do now the wizard simply began to walk forward towards the gates with one hand upon his staff which he used to aid in this short journey and his other simply resting on his spellbook.

"Well what are we waiting on! Lets get this party started. Do you think they have some kind of service before the start of all this as I am rather famished and thirsty." Bigsby began to laugh a bit while thinking about the meal he was going to partake in while with the Halfling. "Also do you think if at all possible there will be a chance to get some reading done? I hear Hell has a rather wicked library set up down here."

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#2013-07-26 19:21:12, as written by SkullJester

This world smelled like his prison. This was not something the Dragon Prince took lightly. A realm of pain, flame, and the vile scents of the damned. He'd left all this, been freed of all this by a descendant of his kind no more than mere weeks ago. However...this was not his prison. He had not returned to the abyssal holding box outside of reality, the accursed Shell Eternal that had held draconic demi-god for eons. No...this was somewhere far more...hospitable...for the Demon of his Kind.

In truth, Faas had no need for the tournament, nor its prizes. However, this would prove to be a quint exercise. With the demonic beings surrounding him pushed aside of course, it was obvious that the others who had been transported here with him were at least beings of sufficient power enough to serve the Prince of Fear admirably. That would be enough. Recruitment, and exercise, to stretch his long neglected body, mind, and malice. A chance to prove to himself that his power had not, and would not, be a relic of the past.

...So many things had happened to his beloved and hated Terra in the ages he had slept. The way of the sword, while still used by many, was all but forgotten, and the art of magic was constantly being pushed aside by 'technology'. People traversed the stars, and beings from the stars warred constantly with each other, his world being caught in the crossfire time and time again. He'd observed it all, through his own eyes, scrying, and through combing at the memories of others who dared to impede his progress. The history of his world had progressed much further than Kulaan could've ever predicted. Still...this place would serve a function...would serve a cause...

Each step Faas Kulaan took towards the gates, his did so in silence...

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#2013-07-26 22:46:54, as written by Zarhara

Out of one of the portals came a gust of air. Rishu stepped out and was faced with what surely must be hell. The place was dark with an eerie fiery glow lava and shadows seemed to envelope the city. He walked out as if the sights did not perturb him. He wanted to win this.

He had been banished from his home he was an exile but this was only the beginning of a new chapter. He didn't care about all of the lesser prizes he wanted to win. He needed that wish, once he got it he would be a force to be reckoned with.

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#2013-07-27 02:52:49, as written by Kronos

He was the killer of Demons, perhaps even of gods. Ibn had seen and done it all in the immaterium. He could kill a man with a thought. So could his friends.

"Danger Ibn Saud-"

"Shut up." Ibn cut off the floating skull servitor mid-sentence. A swirling orange and black portal appeared in front of the assembled men from Psyker Team Gamma and Special Circumstances. Ibn felt the blast of heat on his face.

"Go right after me," he said to the servitor, and walked right into hell. Ibn's reality slipped away and a new one appeared around him.

"Smells like rotten eggs." He said after taking his first breath of stale air. Ibn pulled down the visor on his Atlas powered armor and locked down the airtight, watertight. The crystal visor quickly adapted to the low light, changing from dark silver to bright orange in a wave of color. "Flush." The Atlas powered armor cycled the atmosphere in Ibn's helmet, getting of the awful sulfur smell. He hoped the clouds would abate during their stay.

"Fuck, you'd think the Lord of Dis could do better." Ibn's armorer agreed. Without a fancy helmet, he resorted to covering his face with the top of his shirt. The rest of Ibn's entourage followed him. A Technocratic Armored Forces Medic accompanied the armorer. Two of the Psyker Team Gamma had come along for moral support. They nearly stood on Ibn's level. A shadowy man from Special Circumstances had tagged along. He didn't talk as much. Finally, the servitor floated behind them, hauling their small train of luggage - armor, arms, equipment, and food.

Ibn and his entourage approached the gates.

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#2013-07-27 07:05:19, as written by Varden

[Altitude: 500 Metra]

The Varden are known in many parts of the universe as elite soldiers, peacekeepers of Ayenee and Eden. They are not known for their huge battle fleets or their vast numbers. They are recognized for their skill and the technology they wield, technology that required tens of thousand of years to develop, equipment that resulted from the culmination of five distinct galactic empires, and the archeological relics of civilizations far advanced and long since vanished into the cold dark void. Among their members are those of a smaller and even more elite company of men and women. This company, this group is known as Core Concord, the Varden Core.

Those that train the cadets are known as helldivers. They are so named because the training grounds upon which they shape their students reside within the lower planes of existence. The members of the core train in the most hellish of environments imaginable. Many come close to breaking under such duress, some do, and madness infects their minds. Those that survive are hardened of mind, toughened of body, and reinforced of spirit to a degree un-measurable by the mortal scales of man. Those that live and remain whole are stripped of the blue, gold, and white. Those that live are pinned with the red badge, the badge of Core Concord.

Helldivers do not stroll lightly into the abyss. Helldivers fall and like a helldiver, Aaric fell. He fell as the wretched souls of the damned did but among them he was the only one who was not naked to the inferno and among them he was the only one armed.

[Altitude: 400 Metra] 'Detecting dangerous atmospheric chemicals; phosgene, chlorine, sulfur, methane, coal gas, fluorine, arsine, etc. in hazardous but non-lethal concentrations. Self-contained and adaptive filtration system coming online.', EGO relayed to him. The PDS cleared the contents of his helmet and pumped a mix off cool clean atmospheric gasses across his face.

EGO, Enviromental Guardian Online is symbiotic neuro-muscular bionetic implant. Most Varden had this advanced artificial intelligence hardwired into their heads. Among other things it acted as an assistant and normally kept a user connected to a shared net via broad and cycling out-of-band faster-than-light communications.

[Altitude: 300 Metra] EGO targeted a safe touch down location. Aaric had to tilt forward and guide himself with outstretch hands to get into position. 'Connection to central hub, Inaya lost. Attempting to reconnect.', EGO relayed. Aaric just grumbled. 'Subspace or transplanar relay not found. Connection to central hub, Inaya failed.', EGO finished. 'Search local based on current observed data.', Aaric replied in his head as he continued to fall. 'City of Dis - The City of the Damned. No city plan in local memory. The fortress of the sixth circle of hell and encompassing the sixth through the nine circles of the nine circles of hell. A city of heretics, murderers, suicides, blasphemers...', EGO would have continued but was interrupted by Aaric.

[Altitude: 200 Metra] 'Skip current fact and continue.', he thought simply. 'Quote - We moved toward the city, secure in our holy cause, and beheld such a fortress. And on every hand I saw a great plain of woe and cruel torment. Bitter tombs were scattered with flame made to glow all over, hotter than iron need be for any craft. And such dire laments issued forth as come only from those who are truly wretched, suffering and forever lost! - Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy.', EGO ended her communication. Aaric just chuckled at the quote.

[Altitude: 100 Metra] Aaric would make the bridge just outside the great gates. He had guided himself as he fell through the thick, nearly poisonous air to avoid the pits of molten rock, liquid iron, boiling blood, spikes, pikes, and serrated wire that spread nearly endlessly across the landscape below him. 'Warning! Deploy inertial dampeners. Warning!', EGO and the alarm chirped in his mind as his HUD flashed red. He just tucked his chin, crossed his arms, and brought his legs and feet under his body. The suit he wore was then engulfed in crackling energy. His speed seemed to remain the same and when he hit the ground outside the door it should have surely shattered the bridge but he and the ground upon which he landed were no worse for the impact.

He stood from a crouch and tilted his head to his left and then right, identifying some who were not native to this place. Behind the visor plate of the PDS, Aegis VP102 his identity was hidden. It was his assumption that not all of the combatants had arrived and that those that had already made their presence known would be made to wait for a few stranglers.

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#2013-07-27 08:42:53, as written by Lobos

Striding through the portal with his typical swagger, Zachariah Grimm flipped tossed a single use cell off the bridge just to watch it sink out of sight. Shrugging, he ignored his fellow contestants for a time, studying the surroundings with a smirk. Eyeballing the locals, he waggled his fingers, then turned a single particular digit up, laughing. The man himself seemed out of place, compared to his fellows. Standing over six feet, his powerful build was clearly bared by his lack of shirt, save for a layer of chain mesh over his stomach. Heavy gauntlets covered his forearms, more of the mesh continuing to mid biceps on either arm. Simple, billowed leggings covered his legs, leading to sandals on his feet.

He looked no more than a martial artist, save the odd features of his face. His one visible eye was inverted in color, the schlera black while the pupil was white. His other eye could not be discerned, hidden behind an eyepatch. Yet from him radiated an unsettling presence, a feel of primal fear. After several minutes, he finally regarded the rest of the contestants, and despite whether they stood taller or smaller than himself, he gave the impression he was looking down on them.

Zach muttered. "What a rag-tag bunch." Shaking his head, he glanced around once again. "Wonder if they're planning on letting us fight here. If so, this place is so gonna get trashed."

Arrogant as ever, the man simply crossed his arms, waiting impatiently.

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#2013-07-27 08:52:54, as written by barney_fife

There was initially a festering, swirling mass of multicolored energies. These energies swirled menacingly in the hellish skies, before they dropped a swirling vortex of energy and fire on the ground directly in the center of the group. There was a clap of thunder and a shock-wave emanating out in all directions.

There was a brief silence, a disgusting, hulking mass standing there in silence. This beast could be described as man and machine, flesh and organs crudely riveted and welded to metal and cybernetic plates.

On the creature's right shoulder, was a large magnetic acceleration cannon, a railgun hard-wired directly into the creature's powered armor and body. Resting on the creature's left shoulder was a slender, attractive woman in a rather revealing outfit. The only startling difference was half of her face seemed to be comprised of cybernetics and machinery, and her eyes were a shimmering blood red.

With a delicate jump, she landed on the ground and brought her gaze up to the other contestants.

As she landed, she took sight of her surroundings, as text scrolled across her field of vision. "Dis, City of the damned, home once more." She said, extending her hand, and forming an inky black crystal from nothing.

She smiled, and brought her gaze directly on Zach. "Then shall the maidens rejoice at the dance." She said, before she stepped forward, the disgusting mass of flesh and machine taking a step forward as well.

"You will all soon be mine, the wages of defeat is assimilation... resistance is futile."

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#2013-07-27 09:21:26, as written by Marcus

The elderly wizard turned around to look at all that arrived thus far. It was apparent though at first that the competition was going to be, in the words of a stranger, a rather royal pain in the ass. From what Bigsby could tell thus far that due to a physical confrontation with this lot there would be several occasions that the wizard would be punched and eviscerated all in due time and it would also be safe to assume from the constructs that might as well been Warforged psion sorcerers for all he knew.

'What a rather lovely bunch." Bigsby murmured only to then glance up at the orb that sat atop of his staff and shook his head in disagreement for a second. "And what if I do decimate the playing field?!?! Most of these poor sods are going to want my head!!"

The elderly wizard seemed rather strange as he was yelling in tongues at his staff he carried only to then turn to the rest of the group for a second allowing his crystal blue orbs for eyes scan over the entire group as if inspecting them like a piece of meat. It was possible that Bigsby had just simply lost it over the years but something else drove the wizard and this tournament would either provide the catalyst he had been seeking or the journey he had been longing for ages ago.

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#2013-07-27 18:28:35, as written by The Hayknll Theory

Zanthas stepped along the bridge, paying no mind to where he was or what was around him, he never had before. His thoughts were filled of that girl, of the way her hands had wrapped around him, of how she had felt. He snapped his eyes open to see the other contestants around him, but they didn't matter. Nothing mattered, not so long as he could finally close his eyes. He wouldn't be going quietly though, he would beat him senseless if he did that.

"Children and infants with no reason to exist, why are you here? Why do you push yourselves into this pointlessness? Just calm yourselves, and die." His eyes filled with an emptiness that showed fullness beyond the understanding of demons, angels, or even gods. Whatever this man, this thing was, it wasn't supposed to be here, and it's presence meant that nothing would go as it should.

He didn't bother with the group, only set onward towards the gates and the arena, the sooner blood could be spilt, the better it would be.

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#2013-07-28 10:33:06, as written by TheNoremac42

A figure cloaked in strange, alien, black robes emerged from one of the portals. His face was concealed in complete darkness by a gray hood. Metallic plates cascaded down his torso and ended at his pelvis. He gripped a long staff that resonated with unnatural energy with a gloved hand. His stride was soundless as he ventured across the bridge. The figure's intelligent gaze observed the other contestants intently as he approached the Colosseum. Those that attempted to catch the figure in their gaze would find their eyes strangely diverted from his form, as if their minds saw something that their eyes did not.

Gal'mok Fireblade narrowed his gaze on each of the contestants that had arrived. First was the eccentric wizard. The warlock could sense a great amount of power flowing from the man. His mind was a labyrinth of ages. He would make interesting competition. There were several more contestants, all equally fascinating to the alien warlock. Most were at a disadvantage, however.

This was his territory.

The Naacani were an ancient race. Eons ago they had formed a great empire that expanded across a thousand galaxies. Then, like all civilizations, it crumbled against the erosion of time. Now, what remnants remained were wandering nomads among the stars. They had mastered the secrets of the universe - had broken the walls between the physical and astral planes. Some had chosen to master the simple arcane, others the elements. Gal'mok, however, fell deep into demonic sorcery. He knew the mind and soul like a textbook, and could name and mind almost any demon in the Pit.

He was Gal'mok Fireblade - The Hellfire Saint.

A swirling mass of shadow materialized beneath the arch of the massive iron gates. The figure was clad in a tattered cloak blacker than the darkest night. His face was shrouded in the same darkness by a black hood, revealing only two ghostly gray eyes that observed the contestants.

The figure strode towards the group of contestants. A dark aura of cosmic power and divine authority surrounded the man. As he approached them, the dense crowd of demons and the damned parted with a wide birth. Imps and fallen angels alike bowed their heads and diverted their gaze in both fear and reverence to the figure.

"Welcome, brave champions!" he exclaimed as he threw his arms into the air. His voice was smooth and invoking, like spiced honey. There was an air of authority around him - a charisma and confidence. "Welcome, brave champions of Creation! Welcome, Berthas Hoarercrux of the White Tower, Faas Kulaan - Lord of Unnamed Dragons, Rishu the Exile, Captain Saudaken, Aaric Arlan the Warden, Zachariah the Dragon, Aiyanna, Zanthas - that which should not be, and last but not least - Gal'mok Fireblade, the Hellfire Saint! Welcome! Welcome, one and all!"

"I am Baelin Alshadow," he continued, "Prophet of the Lord of Dis. I am His servant, His herald, and your guide in this glorious city! Welcome to the Hellfire Colosseum. If you will come with me, we can sign you in and assign you a room."

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#2013-07-28 19:35:57, as written by The Hayknll Theory

"That which should not be.... Thats familiar." Zanthas muttered aloud, but otherwise he followed Baelin soundlessly. He paid no heed to those around him, they were unimportant. They were nothing, and nothingness was not worth his attention, not like she had been.

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#2013-07-29 01:45:37, as written by Marcus

It was not as if Bigsby did not notice the newcomer before the arrival of the Baelin Alshadow, a supposed prophet, but it was the fact that the crystal blue orbs that replaced the ancient wizard's eyes long ago. Gal'mok Fireblade was well known in many tales that spoke of dastardly deeds and nefarious summonings but then again all stories provided some kind of embellishment here and there. It was when the prophet began to speak that Bigsby simply moved his attention elsewhere for a split second as his eyes seemed to rest upon the orb that sat atop his staff.

"No, you bumbling idiot, have you not the common sense as to sit still and keep that flaming maw of yours silent?!" Bigsby seemed rather irate at this point as he lowered his staff a bit only to take hold of the orb and held it low to his stomach as he looked down at the thing. "Yes I know he said my name but that does not mean......" Bigsby found a lack of words as the orb began to shimmer a bit in response as if interrupting the old man before he could even find the words to defend himself. "You have not the slightest clue as to the events of what will come. I will have you know I..." Again the orb began to shimmer in response cutting off the wizard who now appeared more confused than angry.

It was when Baelin offered to show the group the way to get signed in and a place to stay that the blue crystal orbs that Bigsby used for eyes seemed to examine the supposed "Prophet of Dis," as if inspecting him like a piece of meat. "Now that sounds accommodating. Will there be time for a cup of tea, or brandy, depending on the tastes of these fine ladies and gentlemen...oh and construct." We mustn't forget about the monstrosity who had carried Aiyanna-A to the scene.

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#2013-07-30 22:56:43, as written by Zarhara

Rishu listened with a stone face, he took the information in though he listened and knew the basic tongue it took time for him to process what was said and then come up with a response. "A room yes that would be nice. When do I fight though?" He asked with a look of fire in his eyes. He was yearning for combat, and he wasn't sure he could take this standing around and waiting bit for too much longer.

He looked over the contestants briefly, though he was confident that he would fare well against most of the contestants some of them he knew were beyond his powers. It would take all of his cunning and ingenuity along with drive to win this competition. He wasn't about to die and that was what he knew would push him past his physical limits.

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