Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-37629772-20190428115013/@comment-37629772-20190503130725

Oh..me fucking head..." Thrak groaned as he had woken up from being unconscious, looks like the adventurers left him for dead. "Thrak...Thrak" The High Orc heard the whispers of a voice call his name. He looked where the sound was coming from, and saw to his side the skull of his Lich boss calling him. Even though Grayman's seal stopped him from using magic and reassembling himself, he could still talk and even move around by hoping and rolling. "Boss! Are you a-" "Shh! Quiet you idiot!" The Lich's head scolded the Orc for speaking loudly, and for a good reason. Just like Grayman said, the Guardian spirit was still patrolling the area and was eager to clobber any more threats that came it's way. "Right, be quiet, got that.." Thrak said in response to the Lich's anger. Thrak picked up the skull and dashed for cover behind a tombstone in order to stay hidden from the guardian's gaze. He looked from his cover and saw the very thing they were trying to fully open in the first place, the portal. It was fuzzing and weak, but it was still there and it could still be opened.

"What do we do?" Thrak asked the skull in his hands, hoping to get instructions for a backup plan of sorts. "What do you think dimwit?! You need to finish the ritual and get the gateway to our world open." Thrak was baffled by the Lich's request "Open the portal?! Finish the ritual?! Boss, I'm a fucking orc, I don't know the first thing about magic, yet alone fucking portals..." The Lich became annoyed "It's simpler than you think! Even you could do it!" The Lich turned his head "See those pages?" Thrak looked in the direction where the Lich was. On the dirt was the things that were floating around the liches head before he became just a...well, head, pages that were filled with magic spells. "Pick them up and read them next to the portal, I complete the majority of the ritual, one more push should do it." The Lich said "But be quick about it! The guardian could easily defeat you and I don't feel like waiting another hour till you wake up again." Thrak crawled around on all fours, trying to be as quiet as an Orc could be, all the while evading the guardian's gaze.

He got all the notes and got as close to the portal as possible. "Which one of these does the trick?" Thrak said while searching through the bits of paper. "Here, let me see that!" The Lich demand. Thrak picked up the dead sorcerer's skull and hover him over the parchment. "That one.." He said. Thrak grasped the paper in his hand. "Never thought I'd need to read in my life, always thought it would be a uselss skill to h-" "WOULD YOU SHUT UP AND READ THE DAMN THING!?" Thrak took a deep in halebefore reading the page "GAL GO RITH, AKA BU US" The Lich heard loud foot steps behind him and thrak. He shuffled his around to see that the guardian had noticed them and was making a beeline straight towards them. "THRAK!! HURRY UP!!" He shouted. "NOT A GOLLA, BATAY HULL SAKE!!" Hald way through saying that, Thrak's nose started to bleed. Just as the Guardian closed the distance and grabbed Thrak by the torso, Thrak said "BULL GALL LA STOM!!" and finished what the Lich and other Orcs started. A shockwave was sent out by the portal, forcing the guardian to shield itself with one arm, while the other held onto Thrak. Suddenly, a red lazer came out of the portal and penetrated the guardians chest. The rocky protecter put down Thral  as it's green eyes and cracks became crimson red, it was under Grayman's control no longer.

A Deep sinister "Took you long enough" was heard from the portal as a figure walked through. A suit of armor made from Demon Silver, Dark magic that could corrupt even the purest of hearts and piercing, dark red eyes that could made even the bravest shake with fear. A Demon Lord. "AHH-M-my lord!" Thrak and the Lich stuttered. Thrak broke into a cold sweat and got on one knee to bow before his ruler, the monsters fear and respected him for a reason. "You took your time didn't you? Thought you all were dead" The Demon Lord looked behind thrak and saw the rest of the Orcs laying dead "And looks like I'm right.." "I-I apologise my lord" The Lich stuttered "But! They served their purpose and now you're here! We can now take over and sorch this re-" Before the Lich could finish the sentence, the DL crushed his skull underneath his boot and rubbed the powdered remains into the dirt. "You were so useless, you had to get an orc to finish the job."

Several more figures came from the portal. They had black wings, goat heads and legs, aswell as skeletal, skinny bodies. Baphomets. The DL spoke to them "Find more areas to open the gate ways, make sure plenty of monser get comfy before we take over". The Baphomets responded with a "LONG LIVE YAZ'JAK!!" Before they took flight. One went to the deserts, another to the mountains, another to the forest, other to the oceans and many, many more went to even more diverse biomes. They wanted to fill the every corner of realm with as many monsters as they could. "Thrak.." Thrak jumped at hearing the DL call his name. He went from staring at his boss's smashed skull to the DL. "Give me your hand.." The DL said calmly, holding out his arm. "O-oh..Of course my lord!" Thrak grabbed the DL hand firmly. "So....what happens-AHHHH!!" Thrak yelled in pain as the blood in his vein glowed bright red and as he grew taller with each passing second. "That's it, feel the power flow through you" The DL said with a sort of chuckle. Thrak may have looked ugly before, but now he was starting to look like a freakshow. Spikes grew out of his back, his feet looked more pig like, he grew two extra horns and four extra tusks and to top it all off, he got another set of arms right below his original ones. He stood at the size of about 10 men now. "Now Thrak, do what orcs do best....provide us with a distraction."

As Brook stared a his trophies from hunting, ranging from deer to bears to wolves, he stared at the center piece, a genuine wendigo skull. When Brook hacked the thing apart and was told to keep the parts seperated, he was heartbroen. He wish he could have kept both the skull and the most particular thing about the wendigo, it's heart. It was frozen solid, literally made of ice. He wanted it but instead settled on the head. He sat by the fire place and fell asleep in his favourite armchair. While he slept, something clawed at the widow and open it up, the arm of the beast. It was followed by the other arm, then legs, torso and finally, the heart. They glued to eachother as if nothing handed. Brook woke up to an awful smell and when he opened his eyes, he almost shat himself. The Wendigo was back in one piece and was inches away from his face.

(Posted this late at night, sorry if bad quality)