Sparks cascaded through his suit's Hud as the magical acid seeped into the Gold-Titanium alloy. The liquid was slowly devouring the exterior layer of metal and had only managed to invade his helmet due to a nasty slash he had received after a certain spell clipped him mid-air.
His breath was deep but quick, his chest burning with not only the effort of combat but also the metallic sliding of his arc reactor. Currently he was slumped on his knees upon the beach, a few players killing the last of the mermen in front of him. He had finished his part of the war and the town was mostly intact, a sparse fire here and there being the only signs of conflict within the town.
Jarvis was offline, had been for a while... An unfortunate reality as he was feeling truly lonely as the others in the chat fought at the front lines elsewhere. He had chuckled at Jester's antics when she had said Drecarios was glowing, after that he had tuned it all out. There was no time to follow more conversation as it caused the damage to his suit in the first place. It was something he needed to look into. He needed protection against high-powered acids and magic.
'As if we have magic in our universe...' He sighed at the thought and grimaced as a small drop of acid dripped onto his nose. Scrunching up his face as much as he could he reached up lethargically and ripped the helmet off, taking a deep breath of fresh air.
Aegon Targaryen- Sir Shiroe, we have destroyed the army of monsters on our battlefront
Shiroe of Log Horizon- Excellent! The main front has almost reached the original Goblin Kingdom zone, it shouldn't be too long before we start the raid for the King
Loki Odinson- I can confirm this, these 'goblins' are growing in expertise and physical power as we move forwards
Jester Lavorre- Drecarios IS, well.... HE'S still FUCKIN glowin! 😐😐😐
Shiroe of Log Horizon- Maybe he is gaining experience? What colour is it?
Jester Lavorre- BLUE!!! And, I gUeSs a leeetle PURPLE!
Shiroe of Log Horizon- Yeah, I believe that's experience... I'm kind of interested in what will happen when he wakes up
Tony sighed as he watched the final merman get slaughtered by several players, the opaque white-red blood dripping from the open wounds into the water. Off to the side Aegon was slumped over rock, his feet lightly kicking behind him as he no doubt observed the chat.
Just Ciri- I'm guessing I'm not needed?
Tony Stark- Nah, we got everything sorted... But if you do want to pop up, more the merrier?
Just Ciri- Heh, i'm good. They have heated baths here
Tony Stark- Now you're making me jealous. No one likes me when I'm jealous
Loki Odinson- 🥱
Shiroe of Log Horizon- 🥱
Jester Lavorre- 🥱🥱🥱 🤣🤣🤣
Tony Stark- Where's Elsa when you need intelligent conversation...?
Aegon Targaryen- Too busy killing that worm they spoke of, evidently
Tony Stark- Touché
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At the same time...
Loki stabbed a seven foot, muscular, hobgoblin with his sceptre as his off-hand juggled a dagger, the hilt spinning end over end magically before blasting through the air and stabbing into the jugular of a Goblin who was ambushing one of the vanguard players.
Withdrawing his sceptre with a flick, the Hobgoblin dropped to its knees with a sickening crunch and gurgling noise. The creature was leaking all of its life-blood across the cracked ground before him... A fitting way for the beast to die.
His gaze passed over the entirety of the battleline that he was leading, his daggers punching through weak points in the enemy's armour. They inevitably returned as his Seidr pulled on the mystical enchantments embedded all over his trusted weapons, a comforting sensation that always left him wishing to throw an unending amount of daggers.
A swift kick placed to another Goblin cracked its skull open and detonated the meagre amount of brain matter that it had all over its allies. A flick of the wrist and another body part was separated from the sum total that a Giant had... Then an intricate flourish of his combat pacing to completely tear a Goblin 'tank' apart. It was all rather mundane for him at this point, his eyes were practically gleaming in anticipation of a potential challenge and less focussed upon the chaos of war around him. He had experienced war too many times to count, this one was but a small conflict in the grand slaughter that was the defence of Asgard and the Nine Realms.
"Loki! Crusty is gathering to the north east, there's been a sighting of the Goblin King's entourage." A feral grin split his usual placid, if mischievous, façade.
"Very well, let us gather half the reserve and leave the rest to carve away the sloughing remnants of the Goblins' forces." The player nodded in mild confusion at the overly formal and dramatic wording but shrugged it off in favour of gathering the suggested number of players.
With another outstretched palm he squeezed the eyeballs and tongue out of the head of a Goblin. A wet splat followed his errant hold, the brain and spinal fluid of the creature disgorging itself from the five newly made holes in its skull; curtesy of his fingers.
'Hopefully this fight will be interesting, otherwise Drecarios would have gotten the most intriguing conflict in this wretched excuse for a war.' He hummed as he bitch slapped another Goblin away directly into the line of fire of a magma spear.
Hissing punctuated his quick exit of the battlefield, the goblin melting into a gooey puddle of left over viscera and cooling lava.
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The ground rumbled as the massive hoard of Goblinoid creatures ascended from their subterranean lairs. Tank tracks and metal clangs reverberated in tandem with the earthquake-like shuddering, war drums booming as dust kicked up in the army's wake.
Wildlife fled as the disgusting stench of the barely intelligent creatures wafted out. Trees almost seemed to recoil in the wind as they stomped through once vibrant meadows, now sundered into dried husks of their former selves. Roars seemed to increase this effect as the wargs marked their territories and breathed fire out over the sparse few patches of green that remained. Life was suffering here. The Goblins didn't care.
That fact was made all the more visceral as the Goblin king himself, adorned in golden platemail and the flayed skin of humans, laughed as his minions played with women like they were toys. The sight was diabolical to any rational, intelligent, moral, being. His palanquin was filled with such disgusting debauchery as his minions and army trudged through the sparse forest that lay within the basin they call home.
Hours had passed since the conflict had begun and now the showdown was to begin. It was a prospect both leaders could appreciate... The Goblin King with a feral intensity that spoke of his danger and Shiroe with the hallmark readjustment of his glasses.
~~~
An Hour Later...
Fireballs blotted out the moon's light, the magic falling down into he basin below. Rock and stone was torn from the side of the valley and flung at the mechanical tanks of the Goblins. Below the sound of steel and shouting permeated everything. Something that she was used to, having killed frog demons, Xhorhas Soldiers, Undead, Gnolls and a multitude of different enemies. Yes, Jester was quite used to combat now and if anything, she loved it. A wicked grin spread across her face as she pulled out a spectral lollipop from her pocket, the summoned weapon growing chainsaw-like teeth. Sparkles exploded out across the pink construct before it physically revved and the teeth began sawing their way through steel armour and tough sinew with a gruesome ease.
"HAH! TaKe THAT! You dirty, leetle, BASTARDs!!!" She clapped her hands as the lollipop suddenly began floating around her in a circle, carving all of the Goblins into various small chunks of flesh and meat.
A large Goblin General gurgled on its own blood as her spectral weapon ripped out its throat, the bloody leftovers spraying across the soldiers it had once commanded. Ignoring this, Jester clapped her hands and shouted out a quick "✨✨TADAH!✨✨", her visage shifting into three different hazy versions of herself before they solidified and one now became three.
If one Jester was a pain, three was a lobotomy. Those other versions quickly started running around poking the shoulders of the Goblins to distract them before they were cut down by other players. The battle itself was chaos and boy did she love it!
"Hahahaha! ThIs Is FuN!" Her grin stretched wider as she was drenched in the rancid blood of a warg that had just tried to bite her in the leg.
"Jester...! Crusty is facing down the Goblin King!" A player under her command yelled out to her amidst the carnage, the man grunting loudly as he was blasted back into the frontlines of the formation.
"GREAT! Let's go kill them all guys ✨✨😋" She summoned an emoji before letting her tongue shoot out in imitation, her voice coming out cute despite the gore surrounding her and bathing her armour and face red. All of the players were beyond confused, potentially even a touch disturbed, but just went along with her antics anyway, a fact that she was aware of and loved all the same... They were good fun.
A green cloak made of magic softly billowed out from the corner of her vision, the traveller no doubt sending her message to focus over there. He was the bestest of friends and she was so lucky to have him as her god.
'hoo, hoo, hoo, I'm gettin chills!' She mentally giggled whilst turning to face the magic.
Loki was standing there, beside her, grinning like a madman as he ripped the face off of a Goblin and shoved that pulpy meat straight into another Goblin's mouth, his dagger plunging into the sternum of the little monster before withdrawing with a wet sucking noise.
"Jester, I am going to assist Crusty in killing these Goblin leaders... Are you joining us?" His voice was as calm as a stagnant pool of water as he disembowelled another Hob Goblin.
"Mmmm... SURE! I wanna PuLp and SmAsH em sooooooooo good!!!😈" Another emoji sprang up from her hands, much to Loki's annoyance.
"Very well, let us go then." He grabbed her up with his left arm and proceeded to pull on his magic, his poisonous green magic wrapping around them both before they were yanked into the distance.
~~~
Crusty smiled manically as his blood-red great axe carved through the skin and muscle of the massive giant. His eyes gleamed with the slaughter below as his irises were slowly tainted with crimson. Pulling back with his axe he flexed all of the muscles in his back, the torque making his magic thrum through the entire weapon.
"DIE!" He dropped the axe onto the skull of the massive, truly monumental, Giant.
In an instant the skull of the creature was split, his axe grinding down the middle of its body whilst he let gravity pull him down. Skin was parted and organs were cascading out as the entire body was bisected by his blow. Magic cried out in glee alongside his axe, the weapon itself hungry for more bloodshed.
He landed on his feet, his blue armour stained with green blood whilst his entire face stretched into bloodlust-induced ecstasy. With an errant whipping of his axe he cleared all of the blood from its blade.
In almost ravenous hunger his gaze passed over the battlefield, his mind comprehending threat potentials, damage amounts and the precise status of his army. Most of the players were holding strong and decimating their foes. Damage was at an adequate level and would provide a suitable lull for him to exploit. The biggest threats currently were the Goblin Generals but they were being drenched in magical explosions and attacks.
A low growl rumbled from his throat as he slowly became more feral in his desire. He hadn't been able to let loose like this in forever and now when he could there was no one to slate his desire for death.
"THRAKKA! THRAKKA! THRAKKA!" His annoyance was immediately curbed by the rhythmic thudding of war drums and the obnoxious sight of a Golden palanquin thudding towards him through the opposing army.
He grinned. 'Ffff- Finally...' Relief radiated over his body in a case of goose-bumps as his grin grew to even more depraved heights.
"THRAKKA! THRAKKA! THRAKKA!"
"FUCK YOUR THRAKKA...!" He roared out his war cry as he ran through the enemy army towards the golden edifice to degeneracy.
The army of Goblins pulped beneath his boots and below his axe as he passed, his speed and strength as such that every small movement blasted them away or straight up minced them into little chunks.
"THRAKKA! THRAKKA! THRAKKA!"
As he reached half way he tensed every single muscle in his body and leapt into the air, his axe held over his head as the radiant gleam of magic exploded out behind him. He screamed to the sky and at the Goblin King as he slowly rose in his arc.
This was the final fight of the war, the final battle before he would need to tame himself once more... And he was eager for it.
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