What the fuck do you want, one-arm? said the tattooed crook in front of the nightclub. He looked monstrous, his cheeks had been cut open and stitched together. The tattoos were a smorgasbord of violent imagery and tally marks. He looked at Alexia like one hunter to another, trying to see if it would edge on its territory.
I felt like destroying something beautiful. Can I do that here, or am I going to do so illegally?He smiled, revealing his filed and sharpened teeth, set with shiny stones.
You've come to the right place. Go on in, talk to the Shaman. He'll set you up for your first time.Perfect. Find your pleasure. Alexia entered the den of noise and sin, passing by the people too weak to handle this. Tweakers and addicts, twitching and convulsing at the entrance. One of them is already dead. Alexia steps on him for good measure, chuckling. The curtain is pushed aside, and
a dark phychedelic beat blares through the room as the people dance and jump. Some are clearly already drugged, some are fighting amongst themselves in a manner more vicious than the most rabid wolves. Biting, clawing and crushing as they laugh and hollar, even with chunks missing out of them.
The shaman was easy to find, not far from the fights. He shared all manner of products with the children of Slaanesh, pills for the smaller ones, syringes for the bigger, and some he touched with his staff. He looked as a demon, a dead goat draped over him, glowing red eyes leave a little trail for every movement. Alexia moves to him, swimming and moving through the crowd of addicts, scum and the desperate. The shaman took one look and gave a wheezy laughter, his few teeth that remain on display as he reached in his furs. He gave Alexia a large syringe, filled with a green liquid of sorts. It bubbled and changed as she looked at it, like a painting come to life. She wasted no time, and jammed it in her chest. The drugs burnt as they moved through her system, a deep exciting burn. Soon, her senses went into overdrive, the smell of blood returns to her. For the first time in years, she smells the blood, the gore, the spit... She could taste it as clearly as any bite, as her vision turned red and pulsed with every beat of the song. She did not know when she started dancing, but the effects only increased as they moved through her body. People looked to her, she was a shining beacon of strength and freedom, and soon others joined in her wake. Suddenly, however, she was attacked from the side, a rail-thin addicts jumps at her, grappling her and bashing ineffectually. With a single move, Alexia clutches him around the chest with her good arm and bites deep into his throat. He gurgles and slaps ineffectually as Alexia continued tearing into him. When he stops twitching, Alexia tears open his belly and spills the red feat over the followers, who perform all sorts of reactions. Some of the more sober ones move out of the way of the flying gore, some intentionally smear themselves in the spillings of battle, others even eat of the tainted meat. The drugs in Alexia's victim are already taking hold in her, the cocktail strong enough to persist even as diluted as this.
The music changes, more aggressive beats and reverbs crash through the minds of the visitors. The shaman laughs as he sees his drugs overtake more of Alexia's reasoning. She entered the fighting ring, taking a short moment to puke up a little red, not even wiping off the stream from her mouth. The drugs numb any pain, and only intensify the pleasure of combat. Her fighting, already vicious, turned crueller. Her most recent target was still getting punched with her arm as she laughed and laughed, only pausing to bite in their drug-laced flesh. She took whatever they had left unused on their bodies, and soon she was in a haze of pleasure. She felt nothing but pleasure, a warm feeling in her gut, fulfillment, energy! She could keep going forever! Her shoulder was bleeding, only a little. She smeared her blood over her, her outfit turning more and more bloodcovered. Her loincloth has long been pulled off, another junkie is huffing from it. She twitches and shakes from the drugs, increasing the fury with which she fought more and more challengers. The fights turned into killings, the kill was more important than the fight. Every kill, she splattered the rest of the people with the blood, some were already bowing to her, they called her queen!
Yes.
Yesyesyesyes!
Her heart was beating so fast and so loud, she wanted more! She doesn't know how the shaman appeared before her, but his staff soothed her confused mind. The incredible,amazing confusion is replaced by a soothing calm, her nerves steady. Her senses returned again, like when the drugs first kicked in. They had turned dull from the amount, but now she could hear everything. The world was slow, unordered. Many did not yet know of her power, as massive as this building was, all would know her. She moved out of her fighting pit, she moved up a floor, to the balcony upon which some stranger people were. Her followers came with her pushing aside or fighting those who rise to stop her. She came to
Her senses were so active. She felt her heartbeat thump as she choked her. The taste of her lips as she kissed her. Her breath, her screams, her pleasure, her pain...
Then Alexia tossed her aside. A spent ragdoll. She took another, a man this time. He did not last as long, he was not yet addled. He wasn't drugged, or drunk. Alexia drank of his fear until her toy was spent. She needed more and more. It wasn't enough.
She tore at her clothing, those present would see her beautiful body in all of its glory! There were no restraints, there was nothing stopping her. Sydney no longer mattered, the day belonged to her! She hardly kept track of the things she did, as clear as her senses were. The music blended together, the party kept going, everything was so loud!
Soon, the night faded from her memory. She would not remember what she did.
You awaken to the feeling of something wet on your face. You feel... exhausted. Even opening your eyes feels like chore. When your vision returns fully, however, you quickly find the energy to spring to your feet. There are corpses EVERYWHERE! People torn to shreds, guts and... You clutch your bare stomach as you feel your stomach clench up. You vomit, coughing and sputtering. It's bloodred, filled with gore. God, you did it again. It's happening again.
So many bodies. Why are there so many bodies?
You stumble forward, failing to find your proper balance. Your body still feels so
spent. Your ears are ringing, and you try to find the exit. You can't find your gear, or anything. Other than this layer of filth and gore, you're completely naked! Fuck fuck fuck...
Suddenly, you see movement to your left. Which also makes it occur to you that your bandage is off. Your eye is working, at least. You see a girl of sorts, covered in gore like you, devouring a body! It's like a ravenous animal, kneeled down and tearing into whatever chunk of flesh she can manage. Her clothing is stained completely and utterly red. Not a hint of humanity is left in her. You keep moving, scared out of your mind. It's too much. You try to rub the blood off, and come to another startling discovery.
Are these tattoos?
All across your belly and lower back, there are black tattoos, looking like a stylised flame. You feel a deep dread as you continue stumbling forward through this abattoir of death. You finally reach a door, but it's blocked off. You push with your shoulder, using both arms to do so.
Both...?
You look at your new arm. The arm is a lot thinner than your other arm, but the hand is entirely metallic. These are claws, fit only to rend and tear.
What the FUCK happened?
Still, you manage to push the door open. It leads into an alleyway, covered in yet more filth, but no bodies. It leads out of here, right?
It has to.
As you wake up more and more, you start feeling the pain. Your shoulder is injured, and your forehead is covered in little scabs, small wounds that have started healing. You suddenly lurch forward, dry heaving for a bit as your vision blurs again. After half a minute of trying to purge what isn't there, you finally start moving again. You reach the street, and see a collection of people mumbering around like zombies. Only a chosen few seem lucid, and you see a large tattooed man herding a few people. When he sees you, he starts moving to you. You try to stumble away a bit, in a haze
You. Have found pleasure. You were spectacular, a true queen. But now the night is done. What the fuck are you talking about? You don't have the energy to yell.
All will become clear. The shaman is impressed. Give it time, and you will shine like the brightest stars.WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU EVEN SAYING!? You found the energy to shout. Albeit very hoarsely.
Hm. Come. We have clothing, and your possessions. Be glad for it, and return home. Rest for a time. Slaanesh was very pleased with your performance. You follow him, the promise of clothing too tempting to listen to any alarm bells. To your surprise, he gives you some purple robes and almost all of your gear. You actually get some extra money, as well. You decide not to ask about it.
More importantly, you get a shower. Considering the gore on you...
You leave the building a little later, still confused, but feeling a little less sick...
Go homeYou need a nap. And probably water.
You need a lot of things right now.Doctor. Now.This can't be normal. Who knows how far you are from outright collapsing? You should choose on whether you go for reputable or black market. OtherBasic Stats
Level: 11
HP: 15/40
Poison stings: 1/1
Restraint 0/3
Mana: 00/60
Stress:
(too confused to flip out)
Corruption: 6/10
Thirst: Overfed...
Children:
Adam 2/5
Alice 3/6
Cactus: 4/8
Items and equipment
Equipment:
Robes
.44 revolver (two bullets remaining).
360 dollars (lvl3)
Holster
Bullet bag
Items:
First Tome of Eternal Darkness
.44 bullets (X12)
Fancy clothing
Butterfly knife
The Cure (cures vampirism)
Magic Cookbook
Blood Vials (X5)
Magic:
Resurrect vermin: Allows you to resurrect very small creatures such as rats(invests 2 of your max mana) (no mana cost)
Resurrect average beast: Allows you to resurrect creatures such as dogs, cats and other similar-sized creatures.(invests 7 mana) (no mana cost)
Resurrect Humanoid: Allows you to resurrect humanoid creatures. (Invests 10 mana) (Costs 14 mana)
Reshape minion plus!: Allows you to majorly change the appearance of your resurrected minions.
Control Undead: Allows you to attempt to control an undead that doesn't belong to you. (mana cost of 2 per second, unmastered)
Minion Vision: Allows you to see what a minion sees. The minion must have eyes.
Disintegrate undead: Delete a corpse you currently control.
Animate Piece: Allows you to animate just a piece of dead tissue. It requires your constant attention, and cannot act independently. (Drains 0 mana)
Graft: Allows you to use dead tissue as a replacement limb. Requires a lot of mana. (1 per second) (average limb takes around 20 seconds to properly graft)
Gather Soul: Allows you to make a soul visible. You could try putting it in a flame of some sort to keep it around. (9 mana)
Soul battery: Allows you to use a soul-infused flame as a small mana-boost. This snuffs it out, however
Undead flashbang: Allows you to blow up a minion for a flash-bang effect. (9 mana)
Stitch: allows you to close a wound and stop bleeding as fast as you can stitch. Costs zero mana, but requires something to stitch with.
Siphoning Cloud: Breathe out a cloud that drains the life from victims and gives it to you. Adds a LOT to intimidation (4 mana)
Smoke Cloud: Breathe out harmless but thick smoke. (1 mana)
Deathbolt: A bolt that hurts the body's connection with it's soul. Causes minor wounds to appear over the body as it attempts to compensate (1 mana)
Doombolt: A more powerful version of the above (4 Mana)
Companions
Tom (cat)
Skills:
Claws: Your arm has been replaced with a very sharp and powerful claw! There are only four fingers, though, and it can't be useful for day to day tasks with this level of sharp...
Broodmother: Once per day, you can sting something to create spiderlings, which are large, clever spiders that adore you by default. Your instincts cause you to be VERY protective of them.
Crossbow usage: Novice
Oral Fixation: Can cast spells spells from the mouth.
Draining Limbs: Can drain blood using pedipalps.
Major experience in blocking and swords.
Climber
Crafty: Bolas
Cooking skill: Excellent
Corpse Cutting: Quite Decent.
Animal handling: inexperienced.
Necromantic knowledge
Soul Sniffer
Slaaneshi parties get really, really weird.
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Topic: Web of Life: A Drider's Adventure (Ended) (Read 185852 times)