Post by gogmagog on Jun 13, 2017 7:46:56 GMT
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The looming castle Mazoku stood tall and strong, unrelenting and unmoving. It's solid walls holding the soldiers of the Mazoku Dominion, every now and then screams echo out from inside, ether from prisoners being tortured or the soldiers fighting.
Offerings were brought in for those who wished for protection, and a slow trickle of new recruits headed through the gates. Some joined out of pressure, others joined as they believe Xylo's way of ruling was right. What ever their reason matter not, as long as the numbers of the Dominion grew.
As armies grew, so did the arsenal of such things. Many a demon didn't rely on weapons, but some prefer them, infusing such items with Ki to assist them in combat. Now it was Gogmagog's turn to pick a weapon and train.
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The looming castle Mazoku stood tall and strong, unrelenting and unmoving. It's solid walls holding the soldiers of the Mazoku Dominion, every now and then screams echo out from inside, ether from prisoners being tortured or the soldiers fighting.
Offerings were brought in for those who wished for protection, and a slow trickle of new recruits headed through the gates. Some joined out of pressure, others joined as they believe Xylo's way of ruling was right. What ever their reason matter not, as long as the numbers of the Dominion grew.
As armies grew, so did the arsenal of such things. Many a demon didn't rely on weapons, but some prefer them, infusing such items with Ki to assist them in combat. Now it was Gogmagog's turn to pick a weapon and train.
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A small entrance laid before the lump of blue muscle that was the Demon Gogmagog. He eyed the door way and tilted his head side to side, like a dog trying to figure out if their master really threw the ball or not. "This place is gotta get bigger doors." The demon muttered to himself as he huddled up andpushed through the door, his wide set shoulders scratching against the hinges as he went through. A small abrasion leaving it's mark on the demons skin, nothing bad, just enough to annoy Gogmagog.
Thinking that he was out of the doorway Gogmagog straightened to his full 7ft only to whack his horned head against the top of the door way. "THUMP"
"Who even 'as doors this bloo'y small an'way!" Gogmagog's voice boomed down the corridor, maybe if he shouted loud enough someone would be able to fix the height of the doors. The demon rubbed his arm where the door had fought back, this only fueling his hatred for the doorways.
Now inside the small armoury Gogmagog took in the range of weapons in front of him. There were axes, swords, flails, spears, daggers, shields, pretty much any weapon any warrior could want. Sets of armour littered the room, nothing was in perfect condition but it was enough to provide some protection. Gogmagog shook his head sadly, so many weapons but nothing jumped up at him. Nothing called his name. Maybe he just needed to give them a chance.
Gogmagog proceeded to grab the weapons in hand and swing the around in the small room, utilising the axes and swords, flails and spears. Dueling wielding and going two handed, but nothing felt right. Some were to light, others to heavy. Some were too small, some to uncomfortable for his massive hands. Nothing felt like anything he held in the Demon Realm. He remembered his favourite club, one made from the bones of another chieftain the he had slain back in his time there. He could feel the worn in bone handle, the spikes that poked out of the very skull the made the club special. That's what he needed, and that's what he'd need to re-create. He had the knowledge and skills to do it, just not the materials - but already a plan had hatched in Gogmagog's mind. He'd need to wait for nightfall.
Hours passed as Gogmagog stood by the gates of Castle Mazoku. Surely it would be night time now. Then it clicked. Namek didn't have nights it was day all the time! "Stup'd planet an it's stup'd por'als." The poor demon, still believe that the suns were the very portals that had brought him to this god forsaken planet. Gog'd have to hatch his plan in daylight, not that it bothered him, it would have just been easier at night.
Thinking that he was out of the doorway Gogmagog straightened to his full 7ft only to whack his horned head against the top of the door way. "THUMP"
"Who even 'as doors this bloo'y small an'way!" Gogmagog's voice boomed down the corridor, maybe if he shouted loud enough someone would be able to fix the height of the doors. The demon rubbed his arm where the door had fought back, this only fueling his hatred for the doorways.
Now inside the small armoury Gogmagog took in the range of weapons in front of him. There were axes, swords, flails, spears, daggers, shields, pretty much any weapon any warrior could want. Sets of armour littered the room, nothing was in perfect condition but it was enough to provide some protection. Gogmagog shook his head sadly, so many weapons but nothing jumped up at him. Nothing called his name. Maybe he just needed to give them a chance.
Gogmagog proceeded to grab the weapons in hand and swing the around in the small room, utilising the axes and swords, flails and spears. Dueling wielding and going two handed, but nothing felt right. Some were to light, others to heavy. Some were too small, some to uncomfortable for his massive hands. Nothing felt like anything he held in the Demon Realm. He remembered his favourite club, one made from the bones of another chieftain the he had slain back in his time there. He could feel the worn in bone handle, the spikes that poked out of the very skull the made the club special. That's what he needed, and that's what he'd need to re-create. He had the knowledge and skills to do it, just not the materials - but already a plan had hatched in Gogmagog's mind. He'd need to wait for nightfall.
Hours passed as Gogmagog stood by the gates of Castle Mazoku. Surely it would be night time now. Then it clicked. Namek didn't have nights it was day all the time! "Stup'd planet an it's stup'd por'als." The poor demon, still believe that the suns were the very portals that had brought him to this god forsaken planet. Gog'd have to hatch his plan in daylight, not that it bothered him, it would have just been easier at night.
So now the Demon began to roam the streets, searching for the right 'materials'. His sunken blue eyes, goggling the lifeforms he walked past, most were Namekians, on occasions he crossed other races. "Not big enough 'ead. Spine too short. Look not strong enough." Gog muttered these phrases as he walked past numerous lifeforms. In his mind Gog picture a large club, made from the bones of another living thing, or maybe two if Gog couldn't find a big enough creature. This walk began to take Gog off road as his criteria changed, he wasn't looking for just people now he was looking for anything that seemed big and strong enough.
Then it caught his eye, it wasn't a humanoid, no far from it. A dinosaur caught the Demon's eye. Already Ki began to flow through and around Gogmagog. It started out as little fingers forcing their way through the skin of Gogmagog's back, before they began to sprout like trees. Arms grew from the shoulders of Gogmagog, Ki infusing the arms as the Demon utilised the Four Witches Technique in order to grow a pair.
The Ceratosaurus' head turned slightly as the thumping foot steps grew louder, the Dino was slightly taller than the approaching Demon and it knew a fight when it saw it. Gogmagog felt the same, adrenaline ran through his veins, as he felt Ki aid his movements already. This is what would help him win this fight.
Gogmagog charged at the Dinosaur, throwing down his shoulder as he collided with the dinosaur. The creature screeched, taken by surprise. Most turned and ran when they saw it, but this Demon was attacking it head on with no weapons. The Dinosaur reared up as the charge forced it to take a few steps back, but now it was it's turn to strike. The dinosaur threw down its head, and flung up, utilising the horn on the tip of it's head, the very thing that drew Gog to the creature. The attack, glanced the demon on the side of his body, a few ribs cracked under the force, but adrenaline and Ki held the pain back.
The impact force Gogmagog to revert back, his feet digging into the soft ground kicking up dirt and grass behind him. Now his plan of attack was to down the creature. Again Gogmagog charged in, full speed. He threw punches left and right, up and down, but nothing seemed to hurt the dinosaur before him. The creature lashed out with its claws, scratching and jabbing at Gog. A claw lunged into the demons side, tearing through his blue skin, a deep red blood ran out of the wound.
Gogmagog step back, stunned for a moment from the blow, no he began to feel it all, his ribs and the cut, this fight had gone long enough. "You is dead dino." Gog held a hand to his wound checking the blood oozing out, nothing too serious but he could run out of blood. Before Gog knew what was coming for him, the din's mouth clammed down around him, crushing down, the mouth only big enough to fit around Gog's head. He could feel the teeth pushing down against his neck. Gog lashed out at the eyes and nose, poking and punching and scratching. Then Gog saw his way out, that damned dangly thing that hangs at the back of the throat. Gog shot his arm up and grabbed hold of it, causing the Dino to gag and spit him out.
One free, Gog flew into the air, high above the Dinosaur, before he came crashing back down. Throwing a full force punch towards the Dinosaurs hind leg. Again the dinosaur scretched in pain as it's bone cracked and snapped under the pressure of the punched, much like the very fragile bones in Gog's hand.
Now the Ceratosaurus fell to the ground, writhing in pain, kicking out and attempted to claw at what ever it could hit. Quickly Gog got to work silencing the dinosaur, with a foot on it's neck to keep it steady and his hands around it's head Gog pulled and twisted until. "CRACK" went the dinosaurs neck. Now all he'd need to do is seperate the meat from the bones.
Hours passed from the fight as Gogmagog, began to tear, and sear off the flesh of the Dinosaur, he had started a small fire which he used to cook various pieces of the fallen creature. From the fire Gogmagog pulled a glowing hot stick, he pressed the ember up against his wound, the embers searing and 'melting' the flesh together, Gog winced in pain as he felt the burn travel all along his sides. With that out of the way, Gog slowly and surely Gog pieced together spines, the horned skull and various claws forming a large club. He tied rope and and glue it together forming his club. Gog also kept various pieces of the jawline making a small knife out of it. Now he was ready, to slaughter anyone who opposed him.
Now it was time for a small test run. Club in hand Gog proceeded to head back towards the caste, passing through and entering the dungeon. There many a lifeforms was tied up begin to be let free. Here he'd christen his weapons. A brutal downwards strike clubbed a prisoner across the head, cracking the skull and killing the man instantly. The demon smiled and nodded at the results, this was a good weapon.
Then it caught his eye, it wasn't a humanoid, no far from it. A dinosaur caught the Demon's eye. Already Ki began to flow through and around Gogmagog. It started out as little fingers forcing their way through the skin of Gogmagog's back, before they began to sprout like trees. Arms grew from the shoulders of Gogmagog, Ki infusing the arms as the Demon utilised the Four Witches Technique in order to grow a pair.
The Ceratosaurus' head turned slightly as the thumping foot steps grew louder, the Dino was slightly taller than the approaching Demon and it knew a fight when it saw it. Gogmagog felt the same, adrenaline ran through his veins, as he felt Ki aid his movements already. This is what would help him win this fight.
Gogmagog charged at the Dinosaur, throwing down his shoulder as he collided with the dinosaur. The creature screeched, taken by surprise. Most turned and ran when they saw it, but this Demon was attacking it head on with no weapons. The Dinosaur reared up as the charge forced it to take a few steps back, but now it was it's turn to strike. The dinosaur threw down its head, and flung up, utilising the horn on the tip of it's head, the very thing that drew Gog to the creature. The attack, glanced the demon on the side of his body, a few ribs cracked under the force, but adrenaline and Ki held the pain back.
The impact force Gogmagog to revert back, his feet digging into the soft ground kicking up dirt and grass behind him. Now his plan of attack was to down the creature. Again Gogmagog charged in, full speed. He threw punches left and right, up and down, but nothing seemed to hurt the dinosaur before him. The creature lashed out with its claws, scratching and jabbing at Gog. A claw lunged into the demons side, tearing through his blue skin, a deep red blood ran out of the wound.
Gogmagog step back, stunned for a moment from the blow, no he began to feel it all, his ribs and the cut, this fight had gone long enough. "You is dead dino." Gog held a hand to his wound checking the blood oozing out, nothing too serious but he could run out of blood. Before Gog knew what was coming for him, the din's mouth clammed down around him, crushing down, the mouth only big enough to fit around Gog's head. He could feel the teeth pushing down against his neck. Gog lashed out at the eyes and nose, poking and punching and scratching. Then Gog saw his way out, that damned dangly thing that hangs at the back of the throat. Gog shot his arm up and grabbed hold of it, causing the Dino to gag and spit him out.
One free, Gog flew into the air, high above the Dinosaur, before he came crashing back down. Throwing a full force punch towards the Dinosaurs hind leg. Again the dinosaur scretched in pain as it's bone cracked and snapped under the pressure of the punched, much like the very fragile bones in Gog's hand.
Now the Ceratosaurus fell to the ground, writhing in pain, kicking out and attempted to claw at what ever it could hit. Quickly Gog got to work silencing the dinosaur, with a foot on it's neck to keep it steady and his hands around it's head Gog pulled and twisted until. "CRACK" went the dinosaurs neck. Now all he'd need to do is seperate the meat from the bones.
Hours passed from the fight as Gogmagog, began to tear, and sear off the flesh of the Dinosaur, he had started a small fire which he used to cook various pieces of the fallen creature. From the fire Gogmagog pulled a glowing hot stick, he pressed the ember up against his wound, the embers searing and 'melting' the flesh together, Gog winced in pain as he felt the burn travel all along his sides. With that out of the way, Gog slowly and surely Gog pieced together spines, the horned skull and various claws forming a large club. He tied rope and and glue it together forming his club. Gog also kept various pieces of the jawline making a small knife out of it. Now he was ready, to slaughter anyone who opposed him.
Now it was time for a small test run. Club in hand Gog proceeded to head back towards the caste, passing through and entering the dungeon. There many a lifeforms was tied up begin to be let free. Here he'd christen his weapons. A brutal downwards strike clubbed a prisoner across the head, cracking the skull and killing the man instantly. The demon smiled and nodded at the results, this was a good weapon.