Post by Brothgar Snorglstund on Aug 23, 2011 0:12:33 GMT -5
Brothgar sat on a small stone chair, raised up slightly upon a dias to look as sort of a throne. Dark shadows of various sizes and shapes swirled around him, and he grinned a nasty toothed grin at them. The stench of rotting flesh and decay flowed around him, and he revealed in it. It was so good to his senses, and what defined this place as home. Years of decomposing zombies and saturated the place with the stench, and he luxuriated in it.
He barked a guttural, short order, and one of the scurrying forms moved away in a slow, meandering shuffling gait that took it from the dark room. He had sent the miserable creature to get fire, for he was hungry and ready to eat and the minute amount of light lancing down to the ground from far above them through pin prick holes in the ceiling wasn't enough to eat by.
The creature came back, it's decomposing flesh sloughing off as it walked, bones showing through and maggots squirming through it's jawbones. It wasn't even recognizable as a sentient race anymore its state of decomposition was so bad. The torch was placed in a bracket mounted upon the wall, and red meat was brought to him with another barking order.
Brothgar tore into the meat savagely, ripping large chunks off with his teeth and swallowing whole. He grinned, blood dripping down his jet black fur and he contemplated as he devoured the food. What was he going to do next?
He had contemplated going to America. There where plenty of places to hide, and lots of dead corpses all the time. He could quickly recreate his army and hid out until the time was right? But was that something he really wanted to do? If he did that, people would hunt him. He wasn't looking for that. Just some fun, messing around. A little bloodshed never hurt anybody after all, and what was the point when he just raised them back to life again. Sure their usefulness ran out after a while, but then again didn't everybodies?
General Atrax stood outside the entrance to the cave, his nose wrinkled and his pistols in hand. The stench rolling from the cave like a tidal wave of liquid stench was almost unbearable, and he couldn't even imagine what it would be like inside. The looked around at his men, a a small platoon of sixteen soldiers. He was acting as their commanding officer today, making himself the seventeenth man. All of them where holding back, trying their best to remain even faced despite the horrendous stench battering not only their sinuses, but also their will. Atrax nodded, and yelled back to them.
"Alright, men! Gas masks on! Remember why we are here. Do NOT fire upon anything unless attacked first. We are here to negotiate, not start a battle. However, if we do have to fight, try to conserve ammo! Three shots, two to the chest, one to the head. Lets go men, lock and load!"
The man quickly pulled on their gas masks, relieved that the General had given the order. Although the air would taste and smell canned now, it was FAR better then the stench of rot and decay. There was a ripple of soft clicks as safeties where clicked off and over semi-automatic on the battle rifles in almost all the men's hands. Two of them sported the new railgun rifles, with pistol side arms that they now carried in their hands at the ready.
Seeing his men at the ready, Atrax holstered one of his pistols and pulled his own gas mask on, sealing it and checking to make sure it was good. He then pulled his pistol back out and slowly made his way from the brightly light woods into the cold, dark rank of the cave. Light dropped to nothing quickly, and Atrax reached up, flicking a light mounted onto his right shoulder on. The brilliant beam of light pierced the darkness, and several other lights followed suit, bathing the tunnel before them in light. Moisture dripped from the wall, mold growing all over them.
Moving slowly, pistols held at the ready, Atrax and his men moved deeper into the cave. Shadows slithered away from the light of their lights, seeming to be alive and moving away. Several odd shuffling noises hit their ears, but appeared to be connected to nothing. Everybody was tense, the hair upon the arms and necks standing up as if a immense electrical field filled the air around them from the pressure. A soft dripping sounded, far in the distance, as the tunnel suddenly opened up into a giant cavern.
Post by Brothgar Snorglstund on Aug 23, 2011 13:19:05 GMT -5
Brothgar looked up from his meal. Through his mental connection to all of his minions that he used to control them, he knew of the intruders into his domain. Nobody from any of the villages around came up here anymore. Rumors had spread like wild fires years ago when about how everybody who came up here died a brutal death, mauled by undead monsters only to rise from the dead as one themselves. The rumors where true, though Brothgar could not figure out how anybody knew about them.
With a simple thought, Brothgar order all his minions to come to him. Standing up the hibagon doused his fire and sat upon his stony throne and waited patiently, surrounded by his minions that would attack at a seconds thought. However, he was intrigued to find out who it was who had invaded his domain. Several lesser creature, hiding deep in the shadows of the tunnel leading to his main room let him know that not only was there many more then one person, almost twenty in fact, they where all heavily armed.
Intrigued, the hibagon waited until they entered his cavern, and cast his booming, guttural voice out to them, brilliant lights piercing the dark and lighting up his army of undead. Light bathed the massive crowd, hundred of undead milling around their master, ready to attack and defend him.
"Welcome to my home, humans! What business brings you to the humble home of the mighty Brothgar, raiser of the dead and ruler of this small domain."
Atrax and his men stared at the hundreds of zombies, milling around an raised stone throne before them. Their shoulder lamps bathed them in a sickly yellow glow, making their skin even more tallow like then they already where. Several where extremely decomposed, skin falling from their bodies occasionally as they moved about. Maggots and roaches swarmed several, causing their skin and flesh to writhe and wiggled like a living thing. Atrax heard several of his men gagging simply at the sight of them.
As a booming voice reached them, several men shifted uneasily, their movement magnified in the cave a hundred fold, mixing with the shuffles and occasional groans and moans of the reanimated bodies. Atrax held his hand up, clench tight in a fist to tell his men to hold where they where. He looked upon the throne, where a giant black creature sat. Black fur covered it's body, and gleaming insect like eyes glowed a sickly green. The general's lips part and he called back to the being.
"My name is General Atrax Metaculius. I have come searching for the being known as Brothgar. I wish to speak to him about a possible alliance. A way of working together towards a common goal. Are you he, or do you know where I can find him." Atrax stopped, not wanting to give away all his plans to the wrong being. This was probably Brothgar, as the creature was rumored to be able to raise the dead back to the life. That was why Atrax wanted to make an alliance. With that kind of power, Atrax's soldiers would be useful no matter what happened to them. Of course he would have to keep it a secret, for if any of the humans found out if they died they would be turned into brainless beasts Atrax had a feeling an uprising would occur.
Post by Brothgar Snorglstund on Aug 23, 2011 14:52:41 GMT -5
Brothgar looked towards the man who had spoken, his held tilting to one side. The man was speaking of an alliance. A way to work together, for them both to gain something. Hmmm, how intriguing. Brothgar stood and slowly made his way towards the human, his hand finding a large two spiked ball flail that was leaning against his throne as he stood. He stalked towards the man, his undead minions parting before him like a wave of dead flesh.
The hibagon stopped before the man who had called himself Atrax. He spoke again. Brothgar had learned english well, ripping it from the minds of several of his undead minions who had been tourists from the towns who had failed to head the warnings of the cave.
"What is this...alliance...you speak of, human named Atrax? How can it benefit myself, and what is it you want in return. For I have found that cause and effect are everything. I want my army, people have to die. Cause and effect. So speak quickly, or I will have you joining my army quickly."
Atrax narrowed his eyes. This being spoke english? Interesting. He wondered how it had learned that when he had not heard of it leaving this cave system. He was intrigued, but refused to show it. He looked up at the creature, for it was slightly taller them himself and stared into it's multifaceted green eyes. He was not scared of death, though the thought of becoming one of these mindless beast to be controlled by this horrendous smelling being was unnerving to say the least.
"It can benefit you my getting you out of this rotting cesspool. Secondly, you can have all the freshly killed corpses you want and need to recreate your army if you so choose. You see, I have an army of my own. And in my line of work, people tend to die. I will give you those dead bodies whenever I possibly can. In exchange, I want you to work with me towards my goals. Your creations will serve you, and you will be under my command. In the end, you will be free to fight a battle with me. How does that sound to you?"
Post by Brothgar Snorglstund on Aug 25, 2011 16:34:40 GMT -5
Brothgar contemplated the offer, one finger digging into his ear and removing a lump of greenish earwax. He looked it over, then flicked it away towards the wall, where it hit with a sickening splattering noise. He looked down slightly at the human, and narrowed his eyes at him.
"When it comes time to fight....what will I do? Obey just your orders? I don't like that. I want to just fight. Full out, unleash my army. Is that a deal?" Brothgar did not like having to wait. When it came to combat, it was better to act then wait several minutes upon instructions from higher up. Unless you where severely lacking in information. Then one should wait for the information to arrive. But if one had to wait all the time, important opportunities could be missed, and Brothgar was not willing to let those opportunities slip away from him. He wanted to win any fight, or at least the most casualties where suffered upon the other side, which usually meant he won as he simply reanimated both sides fallen.
"If that is ok, then we have ourselves a deal, human. How do you expect to get me to your area? I tend to stick out slightly in public settings." He grinned, revealing perfectly cared for teeth. As he spoke, the dead behind him slowly began to collapse to the floor, one at a time. Many dissolved into piles of rotten flesh and bone, where as others just fell and lay upon the floor. When the last had fallen, Brothgar extended his clawed hand to Atrax, in the human custom of shaking hands.
Atrax listened to the being's offer, and grinned. He was beginning to like this thing already. Intuition and quick action, as long as it was backed by adequate intel, was always a good thing in a battle. So the being's demands where easily acceptable. Atrax's eye caught upon the movement behind the giant, stinking being before him. He swallowed slightly as he watched the zombies collapse, most dissolving into nothing more then piles of flesh and bone. He tried not to think about what they would look like in another few days, covered with squirming maggots and other insects.
Forcing his eyes and mind away from the sight, Atrax placed his hand into the paw of the being and gripped firmly, but not extremely tightly. He wanted to confer a sense of power from himself, but not a threat. He shook the massive furry paw slowly up and down, and smiled. He had already planned for the being's departure plans, preparations in case the thing said yes. So he spoke up, telling Brothgar the plans.
"We have a military transport plane waiting nearby. If you want, we can head down there in our vehicles we brought, and from there we can ship you to America. Does this sound agreeable with you, or not?" He hoped Brothgar said yes. He didn't know of another way to smuggle him out of the country and into America. A Boeing C-17b was waiting in the nearby town on the tarmac, waiting simply for the team, the two vehicles, and the "Animator" as the men where calling the being who they had been sent to retrieve.
Post by Brothgar Snorglstund on Sept 2, 2011 23:31:21 GMT -5
Brothgar grinned, and nodded enthusiastically. He had never flown before, and it was something he had been looking forward to doing one day. Now was his chance, and he was going to enjoy it with immense satisfaction. He looked back at the soldiers in the dark cave, their lights glaringly bright against his eyes. He raised a paw and tried to block out the bright beams.
"PLease, lead on. But tell your mean to cut their lights out. There is a fungus that grows along the walls and puts out just enough light to see by." He was ready to go and quickly. As soon as the lights where extinguished, he marched forwards towards the exit.
Sure enough, the walls glowed slightly in the dark, a softly glowing gelly like substance in places that gave just enough light to see by. Several dark objects scurried along the glowing patches to disappear off the other side as they all made their way along, finally stepping out of the cavern before the two military trucks.
Atrax was impressed by the glowing wall. A fungus that was luminescent was very interesting to him. It had several military applications if it could be synthetically created or farmed in major quantities. But now was not the time to fool with it. Now was the time to get back to America with Brothgar as quickly and silently as possible so as not to attract the attention of other countries around them. He highly doubted if the nearby militaries knew about what he was doing, they would move to stop him and take Brothgar for themselves. Starting an international incident was not on his top of the list of things to accomplish right now.
Atrax stepped into a vehicle, sliding his gas mask off and motioning for all the other soldiers do so so as well. They all obeyed hesitantly, and tried to keep a wide berth around Brothgar and his own abominable smell. Atrax motioned for the large primate to climb into the vehicle with him to a seat across from him and slowly the soldiers piled in after him. The other vehicle was quickly filled, and they began to rumble down the path towards the town they had left their aircraft.
"So, Brothgar. Is there anything else you wish to tell me about yourself. Do you have any family anywhere? Or anything else? I am intrigued about you and your race. Besides reanimating the dead, is there anything else you can do?"
