Podcast Episode 15 - The Charmed Orc - The Unburned King
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okay, Our heroes awoke and the comfortable, dim light of the charmed Orc over breakfast. They made the grim decision to leave this place that over the last few weeks they had come to know at home, at least until they knew they were safe to return. The gaping hole in the ground and the chatter of the racketeers outside was enough to remind them that this was home no longer. And indeed, it was a place that carried for them more danger than safety, so long as they held the wish. Cuban. There was a living prevnar in water deeper and so they said, their wistful goodbye to the in. They so loved. Sneaking through the back door out of sight of their unwelcome guards. They began a day of lying low if they could pull off such a feat of un remarkable. This Dana or in phys went in disguise to America's hover. Zand rose in his job, but they found the place abandoned. But via a terribly nosy neighbour known as mighty Martha, they learned that no fewer than 20 strange men had disappeared into America's check. But not one had come back out. Clearly, there was more to this humble hovel than met the eye. An underground Heidi hole, perhaps, or a rogue tunnel to the shoes. It was war. Then the Iron Fist clearly felt the need to hide from the black net. Our heroes took up rooms at the yawning portal, where they met Leo and myself and undisguised themselves in the meanwhile, my cell informed them of what he'd been up to. He had spoken to Malone, the gilded adventure hero of the under mountain and, most recently, total lunatic. My cell had observed the grizzled warrior from a nearby table and heard that he muttered madness beneath his breath. I should half the part you've given me. The power soon went away. Yeah, no, you soon will do it. Intrigued. My cell brought two beers and set without invitation at the balloons table. The bear shortly greased Malone's vocal chords, and the man revealed much. I brought this war. I'm a from Fizzy, but I don't think he knew that it's not just any warm. What was it? It's a dragon steel low hammer, one of the seven. How do you know? I asked myself. A quick glance told him that this was not true. It was a perfectly fine Warhammer. But Dragon steal, it was not. It talks to me, doesn't it shoot now? Trying to have a conversation? Quite a character. This travesty Warhammer. As it goes, the madman glanced around the room and brought his voice low to a conspiratorial whisper. Yeah, the sheer power that I hope the sheer power that I hold in my hand will let me change the Sydney for the better Open Lord balloon That swish Shut up! That's where my legacy lies. My cell's eyebrows raised at that one. Those are lofty goals, Malu. How do you plan to get there? See, I've got a plan. So you right. So you and I both know that old turning over there is a mask load, right, Right. Well, see, he and I go back a long way, so I don't reckon and see it coming. I'm going to catch him off guard alone. And I'm going to threaten him with my war hammer. Yes, Yes, Soon, soon, but not yet. I'll get the mask off so I can take my rightful place upon the coastal sea. Malone's eyes brimmed with the spark of genius that simply did not belong to the plan. He laid out my cell, went along with it and made a polite conversation until the rest of the Plains Walker's arrived, at which point he excused himself and joined. Phys denied selling the manner ascension toward China, let alone a cursed, evil, sentient weather. But to make damn sure, Fizz held a conversation with balloons as well, touching his hand and using his newfound powers to detect balloons thoughts. He sensed the obor in creature that the black staff had suspected. Was there an intellect, Devourer feeding balloon thoughts that were not his whispering madness into his ear. In that moment, there was a mutual feeling of awareness, not from the simple intellect devour itself, but from whatever the monster was that controlled it. Neil Door, perhaps their minds met and appraised one another before fizz broke the connection and left them alone to his cups. Dana spoke to Durnin, who was worried about balloons state, but had not yet found a way to bring his friend out of Durnan revealed what he knew about the break in at the criminal estate. First, it was out of character for the iron fist to act so bold and splatter so much blood indiscriminately. Thus, he suspects that it was a rogue cell of the iron fist that committed the heist. Thus, thus, he suspects that the Iron Fist will want to find the perpetrators as much as the black network does. Dana asked if Durnin would be willing to stand up for the city if it came to full blown gang. Durnin said that he would after that day, nor led to the stage and struck up a song with old three strings who delighted in the company of his fellow Harper and the Scarlet Barr, who was by now celebrated throughout the city. After a few classic duets, Diner turned his strings to the well known ballad of the Plains markers. Soon half the in was singing along to the famed verses. But then, since their story was still unfolding, they ran out of verses. Dana began softly to play. The next verse, smoke upon his face. An idea had stricken him. He had the crowd wrapped, and they eagerly awaited the next chapter of the story a perfect opportunity. He sang off their great adventures outside the city, from which they just return of riding the back of giant eagles in the midst of clouds and furious wind of this is wondrous acrobatics and Xander Roses command of the wind itself. My cell, meanwhile, released half a dozen eagles into the crowd to add to the theatre of the whole thing, and Dana repeated the verses until the crowd knew them by heart. Good. That alibi would be sung loudly and drunkenly in every in from the Castle Ward to the Dock Ward if their popularity remained as high as it had been so far. In the midst of the raucous mood that has captured the tavern, Dana struck up a conversation with three streets. He asked the man if there was any Harper involvement in the breaking, but three strings denied it. He promised he'd send word today Novaya urchins if he heard any different. Dana hinted that perhaps this is the sort of thing that the Harpers should be doing if they wanted to fulfil their goat to this three strings face structure. Dana or you're right, you're damn right. We've been sitting on our ***** too long playing games of words and diplomacy. Maybe what's needed is some action. Well, that's been taken now and not by us. And if it comes to where three Strings threw a glance at the crowd before lowering his voice is and revealing his true colours. Yes, I am willing to defend the city from gangs by force if it comes out. In fact, I look forward to it. And before they knew it, it was time to retire to their roots. Durnan was informed of balloons plan against him, and he nodded. Face set, Grim and Adolf. He would take care of himself mhm as they settled in for the night. Not all as well. Xander Rose, Leo and Dana managed to sleep quite sound, but for fees and especially myself, the night lay not so tranquil sensations came unbidden into their dreaming nights. Sharp feeling of corrosive, acidic rain against their skin, images of a lake on fire and lumbering flesh column stacking timber to the sky. The sound of 1000 souls screaming into the void of eternity as the trees in which they were bound, grew and contorted into a prison and the battered, hopeless face of a fire giant, which they left to the pleasure of his cruel master. Wax was a broken being, and he was that way for having helped them. The plane's workers and so waking and shaking themselves down the plane's Walker's convened on their next steps. They still seemed totally out of suspicion by the black network, but they continue to lie low. Thus, and especially after their nightmares. They decided it was high time to save wax and bring the sixth pyre crashing down once and for all. They'd skip the Golan flight that was planned for tonight. Pepsi was, well, quite busy anyway, with other matters and skipping over their agreement may hopefully go unnoticed. The question of the morality of such a fight was thus avoided entirely, which, while it wasn't necessarily a moral victory, was perhaps a step in the right direction. But their stomachs churned at the idea of a return to the sixth player. This was going to be hard and they knew it. They'd have to prepare and spend their precious gold to strengthen their hands. First, the acid rape they needed umbrellas again. So our heroes, ever the innovators, taught a lucky leather worker the concept of an umbrella. The man's eyes lit up. As the ingenuity slowly grew on him, Dana and the leather worker agreed that the pub club would receive a 40% cut of the profits made by the man's new business because they gave him the idea. Second, the powerful magically knew Cyrus could cast. They needed to counter it. So they visited an apothecary to buy a scroll of Countess said the flesh Golan's were weak to fire. So they also brought scrolls fireable fourth potions of him 10 and fifth to enhance the plan that I should cover in. Yes, yes, I'm getting to their plan quiet and have patience. Yes, they did have a plan. I know I reacted in the same way. It's it's not their usual style. But this time they did have a plan, as I, as I would say, 50 to enhance the plan that I shall cover in a moment. They bought a potion of enlargement. Now this was quite genius, you see, What they planned to do was to plain shift in behind the tower and from their fizz, would launch a tidal wave at the base of the pyre to reduce it to splinters and shots. This would attract the attention of Cyrus, who, all being well would meet Leo and Sienna Rose, who were, well, let me get of it. I shall reveal all but the plan, in short, was sabotage and ambush After their pockets were relieved of gold, our heroes said their faces in lines of determination, shooing away any fear they had about their return to their minds turn to wax. And they felt his pain and they clench their jaws in anticipation of the struggle to follow. They went to folk. Amir spoke to Lord Falcon about their grim undertaking. The great white stag grew ever more stoic as he nodded his respect to our heroes, bidding them the blessings of nature myself began to plant the mushrooms and wobble in that ancient dramatic tongue as he set up the plane shift that would see them battle the greatest folk they had yet faced. Was this a moment of heroic Bolton's or blustering Cuba's? They will find out soon the moment the Caribbean ritual was completed, they found themselves hurtling through space and time again. The now familiar fractal feeling of being stretched in impossible directions, dimensions the astral sickness kicking in as they flew through the plates, and then they were spat out behind the looming tower of the unburned king at the very centre of the sixth pyre, with the almost complete pair itself standing in front of to their right, the lumber dot award, which wax his boat, was sinking. They could see no oarsmen. They shuffled beneath the cover of Missed Closer to the Foul of City in a brick that made up the tower. They hugged its surface as they made their final preparations, Dana and myself see turned Leo and sending those into enormous lizard like monsters Tyrannis, Oris, Ricks, Dana or through the potion of enlargement into Leo's waiting more, at which point his monstrous form stretched even taller, gargantuan, immense. If a Tyrannosaurus rex could smirk, then Leo would have done so and then phase loosed his tidal wave. At the base of the past. The fresh water crashed onto the island, materialising from nowhere and rumbled towards the pyre as it collided. The water smashed through the wooden base shards and splinters of logs and lumber flying in all directions. The pious shook, but it stood, but it was wet and surely ruined. The vote just as they planned, Cyrus came bellowing out of his tower, dragging a great flaming battle X behind him that left a great fiery rut in the silty ground. In his week, they dare come back. The unburned king turned to face the source of the magic and was met by the gnashing teeth of the two charging monsters as the giant creatures met in battle. That wretched battle extortion threads through Leo's scales. But Leo's enormous jaw wrapped around the unburned king and gripped him fast. He was stuck phase myself, and Dana took two, spreading out Dana wrap the grey cloak around himself for invisibility. But restrained or not, Cyrus rumbled a ritual roaring his spell as acidic steam bounced off his leathery skin. The world exploded as meteor slammed into the ground, destroying shards of the island as the whole filled themselves with the same flaming liquid as lake lies. It became quickly apparent that the air itself was heating up rapidly in their skin. UN adapted to this realm began to crack and to dry out in the sheer heat, these burns would be just the start of their suffering. Displaying his sheer strength, the unburned King wrenched himself free of Leo's jaws, but only stepped back into black tentacles conjured up by fizzes, wished you, which grappled giant limbs and held him in place once more. One felt that the state of restraint was to be short lived at best, so they had better make it count. Sailing into view. Now came Watson's ship. Forlorn sight greeted. They had strapped, wax himself to the bow of the ship and forced him to use his great arms as oars. Lake lie had taken its tone in flesh and and waxes. Arms had been reduced to mere stops. His lips had been sewn shut by great searches, and his eyes looked dead and empty. Fizzes owl flew over to the docks in an attempt to spark hope in the Old Giant. Yet once he'd seen the All Blacks began to struggle against his bonds like never before, finding new reserves of strength as he began to loosen the immense ties that bound him there. Whether he was moved by rage towards Cyrus or rage towards the Plains workers they did not know but moved. He certainly was. Cyrus let out an ear shattering roar and the stupendous sound waves smashed into their ear drums, and most of our heroes were thrown backwards by the sheer force of it. Dana was tossed unceremoniously into the burning lake, but by sheer force of will, he kept his focus on what he knew was the most important thing. Keeping Leo in the monstrous form the only one that could match the unburned kings terrible battle axe. Meanwhile, back of flesh columns with pulsing naked, mismatched muscles leapt from the ship and charged towards the spell casters. But Zanna rose in tyrannis or its form, charged at them and bowled into them and tearing into the haunted flesh with federal ferocity. But Zandi Rose had left Leo alone with the unburned king. Again, Cyrus broke free from his bonds, and again he sent the battle axe to tear flaming streaks through the lizard monsters hide. This time, the axe hewed through sinew and bone, and the great monster that was Leo crashed to the ground. When the dust that below from the felled creature finally settled, there remained, a smirking Leo knelt on the ground in an ironic gesture of submission to this, the very symbol of anti redemption at the site of the familiar gleaming armour and flail that Leo bore. Cyrus flew yet deeper into his range. You look there where my armour mhm the great battle axe flew into the side of the armour. But Cyrus seemed to know its weak spots as the axe did not bounce off like near Everything else did, but tore through the armour itself. Any blow from that onslaught was enough to fell any man. But this was Leo one blow, and he stayed standing two blows and he wobbled. But he stood three blows, and he fell to his knees, roaring in pain. But before the final blow could land fizz manipulated the wish. Cuban wished upon Leo the form of that same lizard like monster again, the many tooth more faced down the unburned king. It was as if Leo had not been brought mere inches from death. The unburned king bellowed his bellicose rage toward the sky. Phys saw the Meteors forming once more and swiftly drew out the scroll of counter spell. He read it aloud, frantically, desperately hoping that he wouldn't skip a syllable stutter over the words his scroll burned away as he finished. I looked up 30 to find that the sky was empty of firearms. Face had done it. He'd countess failed. The demon princes summoning of medios the gnome sounded a battle cry as he loosed an arrow into the flesh goals. Meanwhile, Xander Rose finished ripping the Golan's to mere shred, but a magical thread of lightest mycelium knitted them back together again. My cell held the reins to their remains, and they rose up once more, and he turned them loose towards the unburned kick. Dana cast a spell that wrapped around the senses of sites and brought him way back to the temple of Redemption that he'd inhabited so long. The hallucination that he crafted saw adamant on wielding barbed whips and barbed words against Silas, berating him for his iridescent shin. But the unburned king retained enough of his mental state to try once more to rain down fire from the skies. But Dana was quick to try and counter spell himself, weaving the cords that resonated in perfect opposition to the spell's incantation. A game a spell fizzled out. I should mention that between the wicked bite of the great beasts and many arrows and bolts and magical hazards that were launched at Cyrus. He still stood with barely a blemish upon his rock hard skin, while the skin of our heroes grew yet more cracked and vulnerable to the very fire that he brandished. And even as they slammed into him with everything they had, healing the two great monsters as much as they could at their vanguard, he seemed barely to be staggered, let alone wounded. There was much to do yet, but perhaps there was hope on its way, a great creaking and cracking sore wax freed from the side of his ship. From somewhere, he produced his trusty old Warhammer, holding it firmly between what remained of his arms. He charged towards the tower any caution in his red eyes, buried beneath a burning mountain of agony and avenge lust. But those wild eyes that that rage was it going to be wielded against Cyrus or against the plane's walkers? Myself ducked out of his way and wax stampeded past him. Fizzed ducked out of his way into wax, stampeded past him to yes, it became clear. Wax wanted Cyrus. The fire giant ran up the Tyrannosaurus. His tail leapt into the air and slammed his war have went down into the unburned king with all his might, screaming behind lips that had been sealed tight shut. But even what's his great blow? Bounced off the unburned king, who snarled and called once more the key risk. This time there was no spell caster who could oppose it, and the fiery rocks came crashing down into the island, destroying more and more of it. There were now tiny bridges of land, surrounded by little seas of fire and ethanol. The unburned king was becoming more and more surrounded by terrain that he could withstand but that others would quickly fall prey to, especially since their skin was only becoming more correct and more vulnerable to that flame. Fate teetered on the brink for our heroes. How long could they withstand the heat of the sixth Pyatt? Would they be able to bring the unburned king low, or would he slaughter them before rebuilding his wretched, pious? This we shall find out shortly. The heat of the flames is making me quite parched away. I think I shall have an ale with which to chase away the worst of it.