Murlocs Stuff

You’ve considered both requests, your slave at your feet and the mother of your first child both asking after different things, and while normally you’d simply indulge Ocean-Tide-Red in her magical curiosity, you’d seen far too much of what this fel energy could do. The very moonwell which had become the source of your people’s waters had once been tainted deeply with this unholy power, distinct and hostile to the light in ways which felt almost as if you’d been watching the tangling of two spirits in grave opposition.

“Red... no, this has to be done.” You speak out before the shrine, its whispering malevolence palpable from within the shield which held it.

“|||||-Riptide-Cerulian.” You could hear the anger in her tone as she looked down upon you, her tall feminine form at least half a head above your own as her clawed hand dug into your soft flesh. You didn’t resist, you never could resist her. “As your elder I recommend you not do this, simply breaking objects of such powerful magic is never a good idea. Even if you plan on purifying it into the ground, this is a chance to study the powers of the enemy, to know their weaponry more intimately. You deny us all future defense against the demonic by so quickly seeking to satisfy the latest massager for your cock.”

“You know that is not fair Red.” You replied, your own clawed fingers resting gently upon her shoulder, the thin spokes of her torrent of crimson headfins brushing across your hand as you do, almost akin to a stiff version of the hair which adorned the elves and the harpies. “I do what I do simply to keep our people safe. What I’ve felt and what I’ve fought before inform me in this decision. This power is too dangerous to be kept around, and any shrine so infected with this energy hidden away can mean nothing but bad news.”

She pulled back then bit her thumb stubbornly, a habit which she’d had even before the drastic changes to her form had made her and the other females of the village into more Harpy-like figures, though her relative size from being of the Sorcerous line had remained. Ocean-Tide-Red was an Amazonian specimen, dancing with fire, water, and light.

“This doesn’t appease me one bit Riptide, particularly where you suppose yourself the wiser. You may be our god, but I am one of the founding elders.” She looked upon you crossly, a slight pout upon her thin lips.

“And I understand and respect this Elder.” You bow your head in formal acknowledgement. “And yet as one who wields the light to cleanse this abomination of fel malignance, I can only say to you that this is the only conclusion which good conscience would allow me to make.”

And with a sound of annoyance she left, knowing that she couldn’t sway you on this now, hating to let any knowledge slide from her grip. You figured she’d stay mad at you for a while, though she’d spent the rest of the month denying you her bed side. You figured you’d need to make it up to her somehow. Eventually.

Breaking the shrine and purifying what was left had been relatively easy. Though you could feel that there would have been far more resistance if you’d tried to purify the entire thing whole, leaving you to wonder just what it was that you were destroying. Still no matter, within a single day the entire thing had been dismantled and purged with enough holy light to illuminate the village for a night.

And for some reason, your new Night elf slave had been openly appreciative of you actions, putting an eagerness in her service which had been missing before.



[10:12] <@Xale> Roll 1d100+31 Owlbear Hunting
[10:12] <+qqbot> Xale rolled 1d100: 67 = [36] + 31
[10:13] <@Xale> Roll 1d100+10 Owlbear Den Father
[10:13] <+qqbot> Xale rolled 1d100: 36 = [26] + 10


Recent attacks on several of your people early on in the month brought your attention upon a certain menace which had been growing since you’d first become a god. Owlbears were a problem to those who traversed into the forests nearby in anything less than a five Murloc group. They’d become opportunistic predators of your people, and responsible for a tally of deaths which now that you were looking into the matter did nothing but raise your ire.

Tracking them down was now a priority.

Thankfully, it didn’t take that much to lure them out as you rode into the forest upon Whisker-Stream-Coal’s back, her eye having recovered for the most part thanks to constant care and rest. Behind you Mythril-Rain-Green clung to your back, his somewhat effeminately slender build easily mistakable for that of the females since the changes had advanced. In truth if not for the single line of head and back fins instead of the group of them the girls had, he would have blended in with the women all too easily. His spear was held at the ready for anything, he was your best fighter after all. Another group of ground troops, led by the Light Priest Ruby-Pond-Aqua, trailed behind you all, a group of warriors and Tide Hunters with their various bestial companions.

You were geared for a fight with a foe which had gotten strong and bold in your neglect.

Your advanced scouts would manage to find them out, and with a steady advance your group approached the lair of the powerful beasts.

The slaughter began with a spear though the eye of one of the beasts lounging out front as it spotted Whiskers even as you emerged from the trees. Without hesitation Mythril-Green-Rain leapt from behind you and unto the creature, silencing and slaying it all at once, but it had been already too late. The call had gone out and den was roused, as nearly a dozen of the hulking bird-bear creatures lumbered out of the darkness, murder in their huge lustrous eyes as they broke out into a ground eating gallop.

You did not falter before their charge, and while they were powerful indeed, they were little more than beasts. Clever beast to be sure, but you’d been raised in combat since your ascension. You’d striven and fought and your people been taught in the arts of war and the hunt by the Ancient.

They were not prepared.

A hammer to the skull, a spear down the throat, arrows to the heart. Your people moved with a near perfect efficiency, all as a single machine slaughtering the beasts left and right as you entered their domain. But what you found would make a chilling sense, as you realized that the creatures were imbedded far deeper than you’d believed.

Underground you found it, a massive cavern, filled with the creatures as they sauntered about. The lives lost over the years now making greater sense as you realized the extent of the enemy forces.

No matter. You weren’t about to let them continue and you’re people here would be enough to tackle the problem head on.

You delved deep into the cave, the creatures taking notice almost all at once, and a general cry echoing though out of the chambers as the crazed creatures began to throw themselves at you and yours with an unholy fervor, their frenzied combat completely outstripping their dead brethren outside of the cave as they fought.

This however was Ruby-Pond-Aqua’s  time to shine, as flashing trails of cutting light worked their way through enemies even as your people lured them into position and cut them down, shields of beautiful golden light springing up where the creatures managed to land a blow, severely denting the lethality of their actions.

But before you could finish clearing them all out, a primal noise, half roar, half screech cut though the darkness.

There was something more here, something darker. Waiting.

You advanced upon it.

You could feel its poisoned presence as you advanced into the darkness of the cave, your eyes adjusting as you would within the frigid lightless depths. It stank of chaos, death, and fel corruption. The taste of it bitter upon your tongue as you advanced farther to meet the beast upon its home territory, even as the light shone bright from your very skin.

What you found was nothing like what you’d expected.

It smelled sickly, fel and green with pustules of corrupt filth oozing from every pore as it stood. An owlbear yes, but only in its most basic look, at its feet were strewn the remains of many more of your people than you’d ever suspected, the bones of the young who would never see their majority, who would never do deeds or have lineage to remember them lay poignantly upon the cavern floor of the evil beasts domain. Its large, rotund body shaking and trembling even as it watched you with huge luminous eyes, dingy feathers matted against the filthy corruption sores which oozed down, dripping from it. Huge curling ramlike horns curled from where its browline should have been, and its birdlike toes transformed into sharp cloven hooves.

The beast wailed like death itself, even as you felt the presence of two more of your people just behind you.

“Ugg... light hold me in your blessing…” you heard one whisper, the young priest whispered as he too surveyed your foe, even as the other whistled  a shrill of negative amazement in the face of the abomination which had been so long left to feed upon your people.

Worst yet, you could possibly guess at the source of its corruption, as the bones of demons too lay illuminated upon the floor of this chamber. Minior imps mostly from what you remembered of such from the lore lessons in your youth, and other bones which you almost immediately identified as Satyr remains. You could only guess at what had happened here, but none of it could have been good.

Especially since you could feel the fell runes which permeated the innards of the cave; holding in their fel presence like a rotten bubble.

Either way, you would cleanse it all… right now.

The battle which ensued would be savage and brutal as you tore your way into the enemy, tanking it’s heavy winged blows with a grim determination even as your two backups fought to defend you and do harm to it. Blow after hammer blow rained down upon the beast even as you struggled to cope with weird fel-fire attacks and claws which left behind festering demonic infections in their wake.

Childs play to you at this point.

And while it took time, and care to break down the beasts defenses, to beat and destroy it at every turn and one every front, you’d never been in any real danger from this, after all it had never been strong enough to prey on anything but the children of your people.

For that it was now paying in battered, tortured flesh, systematically crushed bone, and steadily failing senses being replaced with nothing more than the sensation of pain.

It took almost an hour to finish your grim work, as the beast struggled upon the ground in its own filth, every inch of its body carefully broken as it lay there beneath the searing pain. You’d been quite careful that it would not fall unconscious or die once it had stopped fighting back, bones broken to the extent of a complete inability to act.

Both Mythril-Rain-Green, and Ruby-Pond-Aqua watched on as the grim work continued, both invested in this dark vengeance upon this beast which had slain so many of your own. You never even blinked at the vengeance being doled out, unperturbed even as you let the light surge though you to cleanse the abomination and the taint lingering on this place with every bit of your being.

It would be late before you and every light user you could manage had scoured the meat with every bit of power you could muster before taking it all home. That which had preyed upon your own, would feed them for the next season. Though even deeper in you found something... a journal written in Darnassian and locked with Arcane magic. You could figure out what it was later, possibly as you contemplated the further demonic taint which you’d uncovered.

Later. Now was time to think... and maybe to regret.