Dominions (Bebi)

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"MY NAME IS OF NO IMPORTANCE, YOU MAY CALL ME FLESH!" Fury shouting screaming man.



"ULM. LOOK AT ME, AVANERO, DO YOU UNDERSTAND YOUR MORTAL HUSK? IS IT BUT PULSATING WIRES IN THE VAST MACHINE OF YOUR BODY?" Curiosity movement shout, stare intense.



"DO YOU NOT SEE THE BROKEN FORM BEFORE YOU? DO YOU NOT WITNESS THE HUSK OF FLESH OF BONE THAT USED BE THE SAME AS YOU? I AM NOT YOU, ALIER'ZO, I AM SOMETHING MUCH MUCH WORSE."







"PITY, FEAR, FURY, DISQUIET, I AM UNSATISFIED WITH MY EXISTENCE." Pulsating wires ooze, bad intensity.



"CARRYING GENTLY A SHARPENED FEMUR, COIN PRESSED MORTAL CURRENCIES, I DO NOT CARRY WHAT YOU CARRY, FOR I CARRY SAND, BONE, AND COIN." Furious fury fury fury fury fury fury



"I AM A MAN OF SCIENCE, I AM A MAN OF FURY, AND YOU WILL NOT OUTLIVE ME, OLIVIA." This man brings fear, harbinger of things to come. Intense.




The man seems amused by your answers, and thanks you for your time. He begins walking in the opposite direction you are, until he eventually walks down a hill and out of sight. You are now left to continue your journey to the crumbling land of Ulm. You've no idea why you're heading to Ulm, or what Ulm even is, but you're sure as hell heading towards it. A hop, skip and a jump lands you the realm after a couple days, and you seem to be just in time for the latest feast. The stench of blood and the sounds of screaming. You occasionally see a man dressed up in luxurious garb, wielding an incredibly large fork and chasing a young man or woman through the woods, but they always disappear before you can assist. 

Eventually you arrive you arrive on the great capitol of Ulm; Steel City. Smoke billows from the city and into the air, not because of a fire, but because of all the smiths and forges being operated through-out the city. The main of the town is encircled by a large, but crumbling stone wall. Farms surround the outside, and you can see a large mine off in the distance. Most houses seem to be made of stone, likely to prevent a fire from starting easily. As one would expect, there are forges everywhere. Even the tavern seems to be partially a forge. What is unusual, however, is that nobody is out and about and all doors seem to be shut and locked. The tavern still seems to be open though, leading it to likely be your best chance at finding answers. 

[God Bebi Satan]

Crumbling architecture, seizing smokes, the smell of death, the death of a nation.
Public house, tavern, make entry, require answers, left in the dark? No. Never again left questioning, not twice, no.

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The tavern was rather quiet this afternoon, perhaps due to the purple robbed noble sitting at the bar counter and stuffing his face with every bit of food the tavern wench brought him. Most of those remaining watched him with an easy feel. A few of the peasants in the room, of varying shapes and sizes, chattered among themselves. A particularity unaware group of armed mercenaries laugh and converse with each other while drinking beer. They seem entirely unaware of this noble and what he may do.

[God Bebi Satan]

Decadent slob. Gluttonous bastard, fearing death but dragging himself closer. Seated beside him. Attempt to mimic peasantry.
"HELLO...FRIEND! WHAT IS GOOD AT THIS ESTABLISHMENT?" Sputtering dialogue, chaotic vibrations. Gluttonous creature breeds scorn.
Scorn breeds anger.
Anger makes me human.

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"Ech, what in gods name are you!" The noble cries out upon seeing you, almost falling off his stool in doing so.
"For you, the only good thing here is the noose out back! Get out of my sight you disgusting... 'thing'!"

All eyes around the bar perk up and stare at this odd situation

[God Bebi Satan]

Eyes, staring, watching. How dare this fat pig judge me? Raising clutched fist, holding bone.
"THIS POISONOUS HAND WILL TOUCH EACH MAN, WOMAN AND CHILD EQUALLY. YOU WILL BE FORCED TO WATCH YOUR LOVED ONES CORRODE, BURNING IN AGONY."

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"YOU DARE TO RAISE YOUR HAND AGAINST ME!" The noble shouts in anger
"I GUESS I'LL NEED TO HANG YOU FROM THE ROPE MYSELF!"

The noble pulls a large steel fork from under his robe and attempts to stab you with it

[God Bebi Satan]

Utensils are not weaponry, noble cowards, foolish aswell. Parry blows, attempt to slash with bone.
"YOU ARE NOT THE MASTER OF YOUR OWN FATE! YOU FEAR WHAT YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND. DO YOU LOOK INTO MY EYES AND SEE YOUR OWN TWISTED VISAGE IN THEIR PALE BLUE REFLECTIONS?"

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"Shut your whore mouth, you disgusting creature!"

The noble brings his large fork around to catch the bone with the gaps between the fork tip. He forces the utensil ever closer to your face.

[God Bebi Satan]

Strike fast or I may perish, utensil sharp, glistening. I throw the sand in his face, striking his left knee with my right foot.
"BENEVOLENCE IS GONE, PRAY TO WHATEVER IS CLOSE."

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"Ah! What the hell is this!?" The noble releases your bone to try to rub the sand from his eyes, then falls to the floor with a satisfying thump after you strike his knee. Be careful stabbing him, as he might just explode into lard.

[God Bebi Satan]

Victory. Sit upon the befallen glutton. Kick utensil away. Hovering bone knife over gluttonous throat.
"THE FIRST MAN TO BRING ME A TANKARD OF ALE AND THE FIRST MAN TO BRING ME ROPE WILL EARN SALVATION FROM THE TRAGEDIES TO COME."
"YOU MAY CALL THIS WHAT YOU MAY. REVOLUTION. A STATEMENT. I DO NOT CARE. WE ARE A POISONOUS SNAKE AND WE SHALL STRIKE AT THE HEART."
"PREPARE THE GALLOWS IF YOU KNOW WHAT IS GOOD FOR YOUR MORTAL SOUL."

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The tavern keeper quickly brings you the ale, while the peasants in the room scurry off back to their homes or to find rope. The mercenaries are all sitting and laughing the corner. They seem to be thoroughly enjoying the show

"You... Vile creature... Hang me, and I'll snap the rope. Then I'll snap you!"

[God Bebi Satan]

Tossing coins in the barman's direction, soaking in the infrequent luxuries of cold drink.
"IF YOU ARE NOT TO BE FULLY HANGED I WILL MAKE IT MY DUTY SO THAT YOU WILL BE BURIED TO YOUR NECK IN GRAVEL."
Twitching violently, stroking sharpened femur against gluttonous cheek.
"FOLLY IS THE MAN WHO CARVES THE VERY BEAST WHICH CONSUMES HIM."
Off hand dropping tankard, saluting to the mercenaries, muscles twisting into a grin.

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"Let the old bastard have it!" One mercenary shouts
"Why you traitorous treacherous bastards!" The noble shouts back
A portly mercenary stands up "You 'avn't payed us 'n weeks! You deserve 'is!"
"I'LL HAVE YOU ALL GUTTED AND HUNG FROM MY DUNGEON!" The fat old man begins to flail around violently just as a couple peasants return with some rope.

[God Bebi Satan]

Collecting rope, begin binding the greased pig.
"YOU KNOW THIS ONE? THIS FAT SCOUNDREL? WHEN THE MAN IS GOOD AND DEAD YOU MAY TAKE WHAT YOU WANT FROM HIS DEAD HUSK."
Finalizing bindings, drag out to gallows. Lynch the fat pig.

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"Ah hell yeah!" The first mercenary says. They, along with the two peasants, follow you out to the gallows.The portly mercenary helps you lug the man onto the platform and hang his rope. The noble shouts profanities at you all the while. After a few minutes of struggling, you man is in place and rope has been tied as well as possible. All that's left to do is pull the lever and release the floor out from under him, then hope to god it holds.

[God Bebi Satan]

Pulling lever swiftly. In preparation preparing to ready bone sword to strike if rope snaps.

"YOU MUST NOT SLANDER THE MAN WHOM HAS KILLED YOU."

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"Go to hell you abomination!"

The floor drops and the man falls. The boards creak and the rope tugs, but it all holds firm. A minute passes before the man finally stops breathing

[God Bebi Satan]

Raising fist, grinning deeply, slicing the rope so the hog may land.
"RENDER UNTO THE WORKING MAN WHAT IS HIS."
Proceedings onward, the job has been done. The wandering must continue.
The show must go on.

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The mercenaries make quick work of looting the man of his valuables and dividing it among themselves. The peasants leave quickly, as to avoid the wrath of the other nobles when this sight is discovered. About half way down the towns central street, you hear squealing and shouting, not unlike the noises of pigs. If you were to glance back, you would see three nobles, just as large as the first one exit the tavern. They likely came in shortly after you left, and it must not have taken them long to find the body of their dead companion. They obviously know it's you who did this, as one spots and points you out to the other two. All three begin to run after you. Like a great mound of gelatin, the fat and flab of the three shakes as they move, and each step they take seems to shake the earth around them, like some kind of horrible monster made of pure fat.

[God Bebi Satan]

If the butcher can slaughter the pigs in a routine and uniform fashion, why am I not any different?
"IF YOU HOLD YOUR HEDONISTIC LIVES DEARLY, YOU WOULD LEAVE THIS PLACE IMMEDIATELY."

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A great flame spreads across the road, dividing you from the fat men. One is not able to stop running in time, and plunges head first into the flaming wall. What comes out of the fire can only be described as pork roast. Two men appear, both significantly less gigantic than the nobles

"Come quickly. That fire will only last so long."

[God Bebi Satan]

Curiosity, I obey these requests. Torn and broken nasal passages lighting back up. Crisp.

"AND WHO DO I OWE THE RESPECT OF SAVING ME FROM A SLOW SPEED CHASE?"

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"A secret order of mages. We went underground after the iron inquisition." They explain to you as you walk