Post by gogmagog on Apr 18, 2017 12:24:05 GMT
The Beginning
Searing embers spat from the molten lava rivers that sliced their way through the cracked and darkened ground of the demonic realm. Much the same way, blood ran through the cracks and steamed away when running into the heated ground. Many a foe had been slain by the Abidemi, a small tribe of demons who roamed their way through the realm. They slaughtered any who got in their way and would often sells themselves as mercenaries to anyone willing to offer up a form of payment, usually in the form of better weapons and armour.
Whilst a deeply combat based tribe, a form of ‘religion’ was establish. Due to their travels the Abidemi’s would come across such things know to them as ‘The Great Hole’, a portal that tore into the demon realm and would teleport his kin and other objects out of the domain - anything that went through was never seen or heard from again. The Abidemi’s saw these as a doorway that would lead them to those who had died in battle, and that disposing personal items into the ‘Great Holes’ would bring them better fighting skills and make them stronger.
Gogmagog was born to this warrior like, nomadic tribe. Only the fittest demons would thrive, those who were deemed unworthy were cast out and left on their own or sold for the further benefit of the tribe. Through his early years, Gogmagog grew powerful, constantly seeking to further his strength and renown. He had proven himself in battle using his fist and pure strength to tear apart those who opposed him.
The Great Battle
Battles would break out in the demon realm for the littlest reasons. Gogmagog now around 87 years of age, was in the midst of a large battle between his tribe and another. The reason for it starting, had long been forgotten but still the war had raged.
Now the deciding battle was about to happen, not a battle between armies, but instead to candidates, one from each tribe. Gogmagog had been selected by the Elder of his tribe, considered to be the one who would defeat what ever was going to be thrown his way. Now the two tribes gathered to end this once and for all. Gog stood tall, stretching himself to his full 7ft 3in. His veins pulsed as Ki and adrenaline ran through them. Gogmagog eyed his opponent, a large, demon sporting various horns and a large tail, it was known as Larlek It was humanoid and stood a little smaller than Gog.
With a blood curdling roar that would make humans fall to the ground in tears, Gog threw his arms down, another pair growing from his shoulders. Utilising the Four Witches technique, another set of arms now appears, just as solidly built like the original. The roar had set the tribes into motion, now the two charged head to head.
Gogmagog collided head first into the other demon, ramming his fists into the face and stomach of his enemy. They traded blows and the backed off, seeming to look for each others weakness. Unexpectedly the Larlek sprung forward, using his tail to hold him up he lashed out with his feet, and whacked Gog across the face, red blood dripped from Gog’s lip and nose. This in turn only made him mad.
Gogmagog began to throw wild, powerful and unpredictable punches nevers using the same pattern of swing twice. He could feel the Ki building inside him, soon it would be time to unleash his special. Blood sprayed from Larleks body, and cracks rang out from inside as bones were broken under the force of the assault.
Gogmagog broke off from his attack and drew back his arms, his fists clenching hard enough for the muscle around his knuckles to go white. Behind him a large fist seemed to appear, growing bigger with every second. Larlek took this time to attack, using his horns to stab at Gogmagogs body, each attack piercing and drawing blood. Suddenly Gogmagog unleashed his attack, swing forward with all four fist, this pushed the demon back, then came the large fist. The mass of Ki slammed into Larlek, crushing the demon like a fly against the wall. The tribes fell silent as they awaited the outcome of the battle. Gogmagog had been brought to his knees from his injuries, but Larlek laid still, unmoving.
The battle was over and the Abidemi’s had come out victorious. As if on queue a portal tore through the demon realm and opened behind the Abidemi’s. Keen to make a sacrifice they began to toss any objects they could find into the doorway. Slowly the tribe brought forward a demon who would take place as a demonic sacrifice to the ‘Gods’. Gogmagog pushed forward, though, he had won the battle and wanted to claim the victory. With a roar he threw himself into the portal to discover what would be on the others side.
The Landing
The bloodied demon crashed into the ground, his body tumbling in the lush grass that coated a small paddock. Quickly he stood and readied himself for whatever would challenge him. Although there was nothing, green grass surrounded him, and he could hear something completely new, the sounds of crashing waves and the sea breeze.
He had not been teleported to the land of his dead kin, nor into a world fit with combat riches, instead he was on another planet, a planet known as Namek. He turned and all around him he saw serenity. Green lush landscapes foreign to his eyes, strange formation hovering pulled along by the breeze. And at his footsteps rolled a thin stream of bubbles, his feet cracking the sand around him as far in his sight stretched out a landscape of blue. Gogmagog fell to his knees, blood and sweat dripping from his aching body. “Take me back!” Gog screamed to the skies. He scrambled and tore at the ground throwing fistfuls into the air. “Take me home!”
Searing embers spat from the molten lava rivers that sliced their way through the cracked and darkened ground of the demonic realm. Much the same way, blood ran through the cracks and steamed away when running into the heated ground. Many a foe had been slain by the Abidemi, a small tribe of demons who roamed their way through the realm. They slaughtered any who got in their way and would often sells themselves as mercenaries to anyone willing to offer up a form of payment, usually in the form of better weapons and armour.
Whilst a deeply combat based tribe, a form of ‘religion’ was establish. Due to their travels the Abidemi’s would come across such things know to them as ‘The Great Hole’, a portal that tore into the demon realm and would teleport his kin and other objects out of the domain - anything that went through was never seen or heard from again. The Abidemi’s saw these as a doorway that would lead them to those who had died in battle, and that disposing personal items into the ‘Great Holes’ would bring them better fighting skills and make them stronger.
Gogmagog was born to this warrior like, nomadic tribe. Only the fittest demons would thrive, those who were deemed unworthy were cast out and left on their own or sold for the further benefit of the tribe. Through his early years, Gogmagog grew powerful, constantly seeking to further his strength and renown. He had proven himself in battle using his fist and pure strength to tear apart those who opposed him.
The Great Battle
Battles would break out in the demon realm for the littlest reasons. Gogmagog now around 87 years of age, was in the midst of a large battle between his tribe and another. The reason for it starting, had long been forgotten but still the war had raged.
Now the deciding battle was about to happen, not a battle between armies, but instead to candidates, one from each tribe. Gogmagog had been selected by the Elder of his tribe, considered to be the one who would defeat what ever was going to be thrown his way. Now the two tribes gathered to end this once and for all. Gog stood tall, stretching himself to his full 7ft 3in. His veins pulsed as Ki and adrenaline ran through them. Gogmagog eyed his opponent, a large, demon sporting various horns and a large tail, it was known as Larlek It was humanoid and stood a little smaller than Gog.
With a blood curdling roar that would make humans fall to the ground in tears, Gog threw his arms down, another pair growing from his shoulders. Utilising the Four Witches technique, another set of arms now appears, just as solidly built like the original. The roar had set the tribes into motion, now the two charged head to head.
Gogmagog collided head first into the other demon, ramming his fists into the face and stomach of his enemy. They traded blows and the backed off, seeming to look for each others weakness. Unexpectedly the Larlek sprung forward, using his tail to hold him up he lashed out with his feet, and whacked Gog across the face, red blood dripped from Gog’s lip and nose. This in turn only made him mad.
Gogmagog began to throw wild, powerful and unpredictable punches nevers using the same pattern of swing twice. He could feel the Ki building inside him, soon it would be time to unleash his special. Blood sprayed from Larleks body, and cracks rang out from inside as bones were broken under the force of the assault.
Gogmagog broke off from his attack and drew back his arms, his fists clenching hard enough for the muscle around his knuckles to go white. Behind him a large fist seemed to appear, growing bigger with every second. Larlek took this time to attack, using his horns to stab at Gogmagogs body, each attack piercing and drawing blood. Suddenly Gogmagog unleashed his attack, swing forward with all four fist, this pushed the demon back, then came the large fist. The mass of Ki slammed into Larlek, crushing the demon like a fly against the wall. The tribes fell silent as they awaited the outcome of the battle. Gogmagog had been brought to his knees from his injuries, but Larlek laid still, unmoving.
The battle was over and the Abidemi’s had come out victorious. As if on queue a portal tore through the demon realm and opened behind the Abidemi’s. Keen to make a sacrifice they began to toss any objects they could find into the doorway. Slowly the tribe brought forward a demon who would take place as a demonic sacrifice to the ‘Gods’. Gogmagog pushed forward, though, he had won the battle and wanted to claim the victory. With a roar he threw himself into the portal to discover what would be on the others side.
The Landing
The bloodied demon crashed into the ground, his body tumbling in the lush grass that coated a small paddock. Quickly he stood and readied himself for whatever would challenge him. Although there was nothing, green grass surrounded him, and he could hear something completely new, the sounds of crashing waves and the sea breeze.
He had not been teleported to the land of his dead kin, nor into a world fit with combat riches, instead he was on another planet, a planet known as Namek. He turned and all around him he saw serenity. Green lush landscapes foreign to his eyes, strange formation hovering pulled along by the breeze. And at his footsteps rolled a thin stream of bubbles, his feet cracking the sand around him as far in his sight stretched out a landscape of blue. Gogmagog fell to his knees, blood and sweat dripping from his aching body. “Take me back!” Gog screamed to the skies. He scrambled and tore at the ground throwing fistfuls into the air. “Take me home!”