You've always been more interested in the mortal realm and whenever you gazed into it and saw someone do a good deed, it filled you with warmth. It was a feeling you couldn't have no matter how many you killed, tortured or brought to ruin. Eventually you stopped feeling that warmth whenever you gazed into the mortal world. So you decided that if you were ever going to feel that same feeling once more, you'd have to leave the Demonic Plane you were bound to and venture into the Mortal Realm. You are a Hellspawn of Anger; a low-ranking servant to a powerful Demon Lord that rules a Demonic Plane of his own. You feed subconsciously on the human emotion known as "anger". The warm feeling inside of you doesn't sustain you, it only makes you feel better for short amounts of time.
A gust of cold winter's night air softly caress you as it pass through the forest you find yourself in. The wind gently moves your black cloak, whipping it to the rhythm of its passing, all the while it strikes at your features. You no longer possess the body you had in the Demonic plane, yet no man, living or dead, may claim you to be human. In the midst of the night, you stand as a towering mass of darkness, the only source of light coming from one of the two eyes that you can see with. A sudden shriek pulls at the strings of your attention. Only a few meters away there stands a small figure, bearing clothes not yet fit for the cold, red cheeks and tear-filled eyes. It's a human, and from your years of gazing into the mortal realm, you gather that it's a female too. A very young one at that. Her sudden shriek has turned to silence as she stares at you, dumb-founded as to what to do next.
>>44020213
"M-meth fo eno uoy era?" She carefully whispers to you. The wind almost swallows her words from you, but your ears catch them. You're about to answer her, when you're reminded that you do not yet speak their tongue. For all your centuries of watching them, you've never heard them speak nor read their words written in ink. This curious little child who's freezing and has been crying for a long time is now staring up at you, her gaze meeting that of your one functioning eye that serves as the only source of light among the mass of darkness that you've become. In the distance, beyond the edge of the forest, you spot lights flickering in the wind. A village on fire, yet you hear no screams nor the sound of steel clashing with steel. You feel no anger from this child. Does she know what she's running from?
>Shake your head at her.
>Nod at her.
>Ignore her and walk towards the burning village.
>Ignore her and walk away from the burning village.
>>44020223
>shake your head
I'm guessing she's asking if we're going to kill her or something.
>>44020223
>Make a 'stay here' gesture.
>walk towards the burning village.
Can we change shape? Assume human form?
Do we have any mind-rape powers that will let us learn the language quickly, or will we have to do it the slow way?
>>44020290
You do not know about any 'stay here' gestures.
No you cannot change shape nor assume human form. Most people will assume you're a monster of some sort and act on that accord. You will eventually pick up on the language and it'll go faster than the slow, regular way of humans.
>>44020223
>Shake your head at her
Let's see how our first attempt at communicating with a human goes.
>>44020223
>>Shake your head at her.
>>44020223
>>Ignore her and walk away from the burning village.
>>44020223
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>>44020290
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>>44020520
Shaking your head at the little fragile creature before you known as a human child, she sighs in relief before the cold wind pass through her once more. She shivers and shakes violently. Your gaze averts back to the burning village in the distance. If she had caused it, you might have sensed some anger still left inside of her from the act itself, yet she felt so such emotion. Is she fleeing from someone or was she on her way to the village? Judging from what's left of the tracks in the snow, you assume it's the former. Before you know it, the child has clamored onto one of your dark hands. "Meht evas, esaelp. Emoc." She pleads, pulling at your hand, guiding you towards the village in the distance. You throw a glance behind you and find yourself staring into a bottomless darkness sleeping between the trees standing tall, forming this thick forest.
As the child guides you closer to the village, leaving the dark forest behind, you're suddenly overcome with unexplained anger from several sources. You can't tell the reason for these strong emotions, but they are there nonetheless. As it feeds you, the emotions will eventually burst out from you in a sea of rage itself. You are a Hellspawn of Anger after all. If you're fed enough, you will become the very emotion you feed on. You only hope you will be able to control your rage as you look down on the defenseless child still holding your hand.
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>>44020548
After only a few steps into the village, you hear steel clashing onto steel and your gaze lands on a small female human, fighting with a half-broken longsword and in torn clothes unfitting both winter and public. She's swinging it sloppily towards the four men surrounding her. They all bear plate armor, with tabards holding the sigil of a Silver Cross and are equipped with shields and swords and maces. You recognize it, but you do not remember from where in your countless visions into the mortal world.
"Retsis ym evas, esaelp!" The child cries out, pointing at the young woman fighting for her life while pulling at your hand.
>Approach the men with your massive sword drawn.
>Approach the men with your massive sword in its sheath.
>Watch the situation unfold.
>>44020561
>Approach the men with your massive sword drawn.
ouy erew I fi nur d'I.
>>44020561
>approach sheathed
>>44020561
>Approach the men with your massive sword drawn
Being what we are, we're gonna mess some people up sooner or later. Plus they'll probably see us as a threat regardless.
>>44020561
>>Watch the situation unfold.
>>44020561
>Approach the men with your massive sword drawn.
"Please, save my sister!"
>>44020561
The child releases her grip of your hand and you elect to pull out your sword, a thing so massive a human would rather call it a slab of iron than an actual weapon, as you approach them. The closer you get, the more rage you feel emanating from nearby. Once they've noticed you, the source of this immense amount of anger is finally revealed; the young woman holding her own against these four men doesn't look human anymore. Her facial expression is twisted in fear and anger, making her look more like a wild animal that has learned to hold a sword rather than a human defending herself from harm's way.
"Nomed a denommus evah snagap eht!" One of the men bearing a tabard screams in fear before throwing his weapon and shield to the snow, running away in great haste. His brothers-in-arms stand firm against you though, yet you see the fear in their eyes. The hold as little anger in their hearts as they showed when they faced the young female. Do they fear you more than they hate you? Possibly. The armed female takes no pause however, and latches herself onto one of the armed men, stabbing him between his helmet and shoulder-guard. His scream echoes through the winter night. Her anger explodes onto you and you feel the control you held before of your body and mind slipping away into the incoming sea of rage washing over you.
>Roll 1d20 to control your burst of anger. If you roll <5, you lose control of yourself as you unleash your inner rage.
>Anger 100/100
Rolled 16 (1d20)
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Rolled 9 (1d20)
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Rolled 10 (1d20)
>>44020861
Rolled 65 (1d100)
>>44020861
>>Anger 100/100
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>>44020943
Controlling the burst of rage that floods your mind, you charge forward in a speed unknown to humans. As you spin about, your dark cloak and massive sword makes it look like a black blur. The weapon connects with the steel and cuts through it along with the skin, muscles, and flesh of its bearer. One of the men wearing the tabard with the Silver cross falls to the ground, his lower body separated from the upper body. He let's out a short scream before his eyes roll back into his head from the pain. The other man has but time to raise his weapon before he finds himself torn into two pieces and flying into the nearby burning building. You swing around, just about to cut at the last man when your hand stops your sword from cutting into the woman standing over the corpse of the last man.
She stares at you with a confused gaze and a facial expression filled with mixed fear and mistrust. The child runs up to the female and hugs her tightly, whispering something into her ear. The female looks between the child and you. The anger inside of her is slowly draining away, but part of it is still present, like a festering wound inside her heart.
"Uoy era tahw?" She speaks with a yet foreign tongue to you, but you understand that she asked you something.
>She probably asked what you are. Tell her the truth.
>She probably asked what you are. Tell her a lie.
>You have no idea what she said.
>Ignore her question. Look for survivors.
>Anger 25/100
>>44021041
>She probably asked what you are. Tell her the truth.
>>44021041
>>Ignore her question. Look for survivors.
>>44021041
>>Ignore her question. Look for survivors.
>>44021041
>Ask her if she speaks Demonic.
Worth a try.
What exactly do we look like?
II'm personally seeing a super-muscled shirt guy without a face, with only a mouth, but I want my mental image to be accurate.
>>44021041
You alive?
Is the quest dead?
