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Mordiggian, Man of Morbid Mystery!
« Topic Start: November 11, 2018, 10:26:18 AM »
A goose came flying towards Mordiggian, honking madly, clearly out for blood, as was normal for the vicious birds. The Reaver cold clocked the bird, and bent over to secure the message. He read it, and bellowed!

"TO ARMS! IT IS A GLORIOUS DAY! TO ARMS!" Horns blasted, and geese began to fly. Screams echoed, as the geese claimed victims. Soon the entire Arenese encampment was alive with activity. Before long, they could see the Lukonites, and more horns began to blare. Drums began to beat as the Arenese watched their enemy assemble and form up. The Lukonites paused, disturbed by the sound of maniacal laughter coming from the Arenese camp, which was quickly replaced with a deafening chant.

"BONE THRONE BONE THRONE BONE THRONEBONETHRONEBONETHRONE!" And as the rapid chant finished, the men came charging from their trenches. Mordiggian followed behind his pack of gibbering, slobbering ghouls, who had begun to meep excitedly.

"Meep! Meepmeep!" The spine chilling noise rouse from the creatures and Mordiggian cracked his whip. Arrows and missiles began to rain down and Mordiggian bellowed,

"HIT THEM WITH THE SONG!" And just like that a series of men following along with Mordiggian began to join him in singing as they pressed into melee.

"Wouldn't it be nice if we were older
Then we wouldn't have to wait so long?
And wouldn't it be nice to live together
In the kind of world where we belong?"

Mordiggian's whip wrapped around a man's neck and drug him to the ground, screaming. A pair of ghouls descended on the Lukonite, feasting on the man. His screams seemed to be in harmony with the continuing song...


"You know it's gonna make it that much better
When we can say goodnight and stay together
Wouldn't it be nice if we could wake up
In the morning when the day is new?
And after having spent the day together
Hold each other close the whole night through?
Happy times together we've been spending
I wish that every kill was never ending
Oh, wouldn't it be nice?"

Mordiggian held out the last notes, his arms spread to the sky, blood spraying on his face. The ghouls had been driven off, and he now stood alone.

"RANGED UNITS! UNLEASH THE GEESE!" He bellowed, defiantly staring down the remaining Lukonite special forces. The Lukonites experience a mixture of horror and bewilderment. They had never experienced the horrors of fighting Aren before. Suddenly, a deafening chorus of honking drowned out the screams of the dying, and the sky went black as the Urban Renewal Committee unleashed their geese. The birds flew into the ranks of the Lukonites, maiming and killing as they went, honking their bloodchilling song. The remaining Lukonites fled before the avian horror, screaming.
Life is a dance, it is only fitting that death sing the tune.

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Re: Mordiggian, Man of Morbid Mystery!
« Reply #1: November 19, 2018, 11:59:33 AM »
Mordiggian sat by a fire, having finished a delicious meal of Oritolonese Liver and Onion, and was enjoying the free ale being handed out by the Harbinger to celebrate Warmanoras's freedom from the last bastions of the cancer that was the Khanate. A particularly violent game of Arenball, a mix of the Tilogian Headball and Ulama had broken out, and his ghouls were recovering in their cages. Mordiggian cheered when the Alowcan team scored a point with an impressive decapitation. At that moment a hush fell over the crowd. Mordiggian looked up to see Governor Usul, his hatchet in hand, looming over a trio of Warmanoras's chief administrators.

"Arrrren! Today we..." Usul trailed off and hiccuped violently. "SHALSH PURRRRGE THE..." he hiccuped again "ENEMY!" And the Governor proceeded to sloppily cut the heads off Warmanoras Mayor, the Tax Collector and the Master of the Granaries. It took him far too many swings, and he didn't really achieve full decapitation, leaving behind mostly a gory mush where the men had once had heads and necks and shoulders. Women shrieked, and bemoaned the loss of their family members. Mordiggian stood and hoisted his mug.

"Way to keep the party lively Governor buzzkill!"
Life is a dance, it is only fitting that death sing the tune.