Post by Deleted on May 30, 2021 22:40:26 GMT -5
With two quick thumps of the Gavel, Yemma had decided the fate of Faustus: Hell. He couldn't pretend like he was surprised; his arguments for a happy ending in the nice part of the afterlife hadn't exactly gone well, but as the judgement was given he still couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed with the result. What good was Hell to him? There was no way he could exert his influence in the living world from all the way down here, so in that case he'd just have to try and do the opposite.
As the floor collapsed from beneath his feet, Faustus was thrown down to the a peculiar sight. He didn't know what to expect of Hell before dying, and now that he was actually here it was actually quite a bit better than what he has feared. At worse he expected nothing but pits of lava and some sort of overlord constantly tormenting him, and yet as he looked up from the pavement he had landed on he found himself starting at something not too dissimilar from a Earth city.
It was a bit drab compared to that, and the mood wasn't quite as good, but the denizens of Hell, or at least of this city, didn't seem to mind it all that much. "Hey, maybe I can get used to this?" Pulling himself up with large grin on his face he imagined ruling over the city in his own way; maybe he could show Azoth how it was done from down here. Of course there were a lot of rules that the Majin would have to learn about how things were run down here, and he was about to be introduced to the most important one.
As he strutted around town he was soon surrounded by several Ogre looking fellows who didn't seem too happy with his presence. The ones around him were all quite muscular, and were wearing tight singlets with the word 'HELL' written on them; were these some sort of bodyguards or something? Before they could be questioned, one of the red Ogres steeped forward and gave Faustus a shove. "Don't even think about causing any trouble 'round here, you got it?"
Annoying. He didn't know what these guys were, or what sort of authority they had but now he was upset. Faustus gave the same Ogre a shove back and answered. "Or what?" That was apparently their que, as after the Majin was done speaking the whole lot of them leaped into action and started their beat down on Faustus.
As the floor collapsed from beneath his feet, Faustus was thrown down to the a peculiar sight. He didn't know what to expect of Hell before dying, and now that he was actually here it was actually quite a bit better than what he has feared. At worse he expected nothing but pits of lava and some sort of overlord constantly tormenting him, and yet as he looked up from the pavement he had landed on he found himself starting at something not too dissimilar from a Earth city.
It was a bit drab compared to that, and the mood wasn't quite as good, but the denizens of Hell, or at least of this city, didn't seem to mind it all that much. "Hey, maybe I can get used to this?" Pulling himself up with large grin on his face he imagined ruling over the city in his own way; maybe he could show Azoth how it was done from down here. Of course there were a lot of rules that the Majin would have to learn about how things were run down here, and he was about to be introduced to the most important one.
As he strutted around town he was soon surrounded by several Ogre looking fellows who didn't seem too happy with his presence. The ones around him were all quite muscular, and were wearing tight singlets with the word 'HELL' written on them; were these some sort of bodyguards or something? Before they could be questioned, one of the red Ogres steeped forward and gave Faustus a shove. "Don't even think about causing any trouble 'round here, you got it?"
Annoying. He didn't know what these guys were, or what sort of authority they had but now he was upset. Faustus gave the same Ogre a shove back and answered. "Or what?" That was apparently their que, as after the Majin was done speaking the whole lot of them leaped into action and started their beat down on Faustus.
PL: 36,000
No Items - KP: 6/6 - MP: 0/6 - HP: 0/300
Resources: Durability, Impossible Recovery
WC: 429
TWC: 429
No Items - KP: 6/6 - MP: 0/6 - HP: 0/300
Resources: Durability, Impossible Recovery
WC: 429
TWC: 429