Bartimaeus Al'Jinni (rp)

[Mephistopheles]

Strength... dere is so much meaning in such a small mortal word.
Dere beh strength in mind, strength ob arm, strength in shadow.. us mortals haf found many ways to use anythin and ebryting to gain an upper hand.

Erin Thorstar.. my adversary.. I will face him in truth in a great battle, I will fall or I will succeed. He is my test.. He is de mortal to which I strive to bedder.. He shall nub die.. unless by my hand.. and only when de time is ripe. If I fall I fail.. I am weak an nub worthy to beh de blade ob Moshran. Ib I succeed den and only den am I de true warrior and only den will I bring victory ober dese forces ob lies!

* The orc sits in deep dark places, sitting straight backed and focused. He relaxes his muscles, calms his mind. Rage brings strength to the body.. but it must be controlled or the host of the blessing will die. "Do yub wunna die Bartimaeus Al'Jinni true warrior ob de Sahkyr?" he asks himself. "I will nub die until faddah's might is spread and de dark gods unite to cast away the liars, the others who trapped him they shall beh cast away as he was." His will is strong.. he will bring the Liars to their knees, he will cut them from this world. He rises slowly, almost peacefully. I will perfect dis bodeh.. I must do it. If I am to face dese great fighters and magic users.. I must perfect mehself. I shall bring forth a force to make de rivers run crimson wid dere blood. and de rivers shall wash away dere stain ob Lies.

* a ragged parchment can be seen in Yewdale*

I will tear out your still beating hearts and blot the sun with all your blood! In time there will be nowhere you can run.. nowhere you can hide to stay my might! Know that one day soon I shall set de Sun, your god won't be able to save you.. Know me for I am de blade that pierces de night! I am de hammer dat smashes skulls! I am de Lance of truth dat shall pierce your lies and show you behfore you die de one and only truth!
STRENGTH!

[Erin]

Sunken down, a black cloth on his chest pressing the tall warrior struggled slowly to the portal in front of Cadomyr. A trail of blood marked his steps on the ground. Pale as death landed some time after near Runewick.
Done! He was at home. Safety! He would not end under the hot sun in Cadomyr. But still more blood dripped to the ground, marking every step. The air flickered in his eyes. I'll not loose consciousness, walk! Concentrate! You've nearly done it!

He forced himself to enter the town. It was already deep in the night, Runewick slept. Everything was calm in town. No one noticed it, as the Norodaj entered the town. He tore his shirt, or the shreds of his shirt he still wore. He could thank the gods, that he knew some little things about healing, so he could finally stop the bleeding. With weak and shivering hands he haphazardly bandaged his cut and bloody chest. With a bottle of wine in his hand he struggled with weak steps in direction of the next chair he found, he let himself fall heavy in it.
What an idiot I must be, entering Cadomyr without any armor. And what a bigger idiot, that I did not finish it, when I had the opportunity. Wasnt I firmly convinced, that I just do it? That I finish it? That it have to end? Didn't I search him, to do what must be done? Why I did hesistate? With a shivering hand, he lead the bottle wine to his mouth, gulped some of the wine. The air in front of his eyes still flickered and danced. He lost a lot blood today.
Too much. If Bart had held me up any longer, it may have been too late. But the gods seems to give me another chance. Next time i will not hesitate. His thoughts had gone back, to the day when the big green guy was something like a brother to him. Side on side they fought against hell. We both knew the other's shield was at our back, we'd have visited Cherga to prevent the other from falling. That is the past. He made his decision, not me. I only draw the consequences. One point for him, one for me. The next will count. Either him or I will live through the next one. I have to atone for my disgrace. For that moment, when I hesitated to make the final blow. It's me or him...

With a loud high pitch shatter the half full bottle wine broke into pieces on the ground, the red liquid splattered the ground like blood. With a thud his head fell onto the table. He finally lost consciousness, his weak body forced him into a deep, dreamless sleep for hours. In the early morning, the first awakened citizen saw the Townguard still slumped in the chair. "How should this drunkard of a townguard keep the town safe, if he drinks the whole night!" They did mutter, didnt notice, the dried blood drops under the chair...

[Mephistopheles]

Doubts.. why I starting to doubt de faddah? No I musnt doubt, dis makes meh weak... dese men an wimen try tuh turn meh from de faddah, try tuh sneaky fill meh head wid lies. Dey does dis tuh destroy meh.

*the orc takes a lamb up by the throat, carrying it with one hand all the way to the very top of Igruk's territory and mutilates the poor helpless animal before the altar* "I am yur favored Son! I shall kill any who mus beh killed!

[Ufedhin]

A small hooded shape watches the orc from a deep shadow ,a single eye glitters with malice and cold calculating thought.A small sip from a glass bottle reveals the orc's words to the watcher....."this one is again riddled with doubts " the watcher thinks .
With a deep sigh the watcher clasps his cloak around him with a twisted hand of living wood and turns as his shape changes and elongates his stride lengthening his speed increasing dramaticaly ,with huge bounds a dark path untrodden by many is taken deep into the night.

[Mephistopheles]

Going deep into dangerous abodes, Bartimaeus takes an old dwarf to see some old forbidden text. Deep under the mountain they roam man made tunnels seeming a mockery of Ushara's natural look and not nearly as stable or nicely made as a dwarven tunnel. Yet this seemingly abandoned tunnel is guarded by hordes of undead that seem to rise from the cursed earth. Yet these undead were no match for the duo, Bartimaeus plunged into the lot of them and decapitating them as easily as breaking a twig. They roamed for some time before reaching the main chamber where rested a solitary text on a pedestal. As they entered they were beset by spouting flames from the walls and again more undead, Bartimaeus plunged in again and slew many while the dwarf copied the text as quickly as he could. They went through the underground settlement to reach a chamber that imprisoned a baleful undead dragon, the Dragon targeted Bartimaeus barraging him with a constant stream of unholy fire, yet he pushed forward with his shield ignoring the intense heat and with a few fell swoops of his powerful axe he felled the beast, only to see that it very slowly pieced itself back together in time the dragon would be back on its feet but Bartimaeus and the dwarf would be long gone...

[Mephistopheles]

Hunting in the woods as he usually does now that hes been outlawed, He hears fighting a little ways away from him. Curious as to who it is he goes to check and sure enough his enemy stands before him, though in different armor and using different weaponry, surely hes training to kill meh. The Orc prepares himself to fight the man but his enemy retreats... odd, Bearers never retreat from meh, dey chase meh. He runs through the portal chasing the man like a predator chases a fleeing animal. " Why yub run Erin Thorstar?" asks the orc laughing. Perhaps now is the time he can beat his enemy. "what happened to the brother I once knew... he wouldnt fight someone so unevenly matched in this armor." "den go gets yur armor an fight meh!" The words unsettled the orc. Dont Doubt.. doubt makes yub weak Bartimaeus, yub is Faddah's son yub will fight fer him! "Is there no way back for you Bartimaeus? can't you just surrender yourself to the fire and at least give yourself that much honor before you die?".. "stops talkings!! go get yur armur and fight damn yous!" The orc hits himself focusing on the physical feeling, trying to block the doubting thoughts. "The fallen isnt your father Bartimaeus, step into the flames, regain your honor.".. "NO!! Yous Lie!! stop stop! Fight damn yous!" The Man puts away his weapon and takes off his helmet, seeing this and knowing that if he charged the man the archer at the bridge would shoot him down drives Bartimaeus into a helpless rage and he storms off through the teleporter.

Going into the northern swamps and crawling under a tree pitifully the orc mutters and growls to himself. "I cants doubt.. I cants.. no.. Moshran meh Faddah, I kill fer him. I done all I coulds fer him. nub cept dese lies dey poison!"

[Mephistopheles]

Hiding far in deep places, deep, dark, lonely, and dangerous places. The orc withdraws even from those he had regular contact with. He is utterly confused, who is Bartimaeus Al'Jinni? what is evil and good? what was the real difference between him and the Bearers of fire, what is the meaning of it all? These arent questions an orc should ask... dangerous questions.. easier to just swing an axe or puncture a man's heart with a dagger. yet...

[Ufedhin]

After a breakfast of sausages and eggs washed down with good beer a dwarf lights his pipe and thinks of a slight loss in profits due to one of his prime customers falling from grace .
Grimacing at the lost revenue he wonders what has become of the self destructive orc ,has his doubts finally led him to his death?...
Futher thoughts are of how he might have missed the opportunity to poison the orc and plunder his corpse, sighing with regret his mood
becoming foul he starts his days work.

[Mephistopheles]

The orc roams around, wearing a heavy black patched, and hooded cloak eyeing the outside of the towns from the shadows. Now he avoids contact, he's almost never seen and only then in fleeting glimpses.

One night late, he comes by notices of the Trial of Ireth Calafalas and a realization comes to mind. The blue arrow.. the darkness... She sacrificed herself tuh save meh? Why? Thinking about the vanity of her death, the burning. Alone the orc was nothing, he had support. now his support is rooted out or used up... why de HELL would she sacrifice herselfs fer meh? No, dis nub right, she dids too much tuh help I cant jus let her die. Grumbling the orc hides in a cave north of yewdale, sharpening his axe. Why mus she die? why should we risk so much? The orc looks south, he cant simply let her die. He knows if he's caught again it would be the end of the line.. and he'd even be endangering all the work done in the blood god's name so far. what to do?

Why de feck did I risk so much fer dis shet tuh begin wid dammit? strength.. Faddah.. why...? Perhabs I wus wrong de whole damn time?

"Graaah! I'll fight dammit! fer blood! Fer... fer fecking honor damn you!" The loud shout can be heard from far off, but before anybody can find the source, its already gone... moved on to another cave or tunnel.

[Mephistopheles]

Heading into Yewdale the heavily armored and hooded orc watches for patrols or travelers, seeing noone he goes to the harbor just outside Runewick looking for a small skiff. Finding one he carefully gets in it and takes down the sail relying on the oars to get him to his destination. Looking out all the while for any passersby. Then he rows his way behind Runewick's main entrance to the tower of earth, getting out his rope and making a loop tossing it up a few times before getting a good hold. Carefully looking about he puts up his hood again, and forcing his way through the door goes upstairs to one of Runewick's many libraries, lighting two torches and breaking up some old Javalins to feul the fire. He runs up and then back down meaning to go use the fire as a distraction and check Runewick's lower areas for the entrance to the prison. Though as he enters the market his enemy stands before him, questioning. The orc points and tries to say there was a man setting a fire when suddenly the man across from him draws his blade recognizing the orc's voice. "shet..." He says as he draws his own firey blade. Just as the man is about to say the orc is surrounded, the orc rushes him trying to knock him off balance and then running off to the stairs. Erin Thorstar and Leomar chase after the orc and some others also jump into the chase. reaching the top of the tower of fire he stops to meet his enemies, drinking a potion and breathing an intense fire at the man as he rushes him, "Ends here damn yous!" The orc shouts as he fights the two master warriors and another elfess. In his rage he starts to defeat the man but he seems not fast enough to pursue him as the other's engage him. Blinded by his hate he fights on instead of fleeing, focused on the heavily armored warrior, heedless of his many wounds. As he is slowly pushed back he jumps from the balcony jarring his leg in the process he is met by even more in the room downstairs. Growling he shouts "Fine.. I'll kill you all!" again plunges into the lot of them swinging his firebroadsword but every time he injures one they run off and another takes his or her place.. he cannot win, yet.. he cannot lose else death is the punishment. To no avail the orc fights on before he is eventually knocked down and subdued by the men. "We had hopes for you Bartimaeus.. but here was your last mistake" say Leomar grimly, Erin also seemed almost sad. "I cants.. lets you kill her you basturds." the orc growls at them struggling once again before finally his weapons are taken from him. The orc thinks less of the Father but for the elfess.. there wasnt any way he'd let them kill her for sacrificing herself for him.. no damned way. All his struggles are met with the men holding him down. This is no way for a warrior... not the way for a master warrior to be put down. Not like this... "kill meh an get it ober wif damn yous!" Shouts the orc. "No, you are to be tried Bartimaeus." The archemage arrives to teleport him away into their prison in which he was trying so to find... In chains again he thinks of the vanity of the act of trying to free the woman alone. He knows he will burn, but he also knows he fought like a true orc against the enemies of the faddah, alone he fought those master warriors. That's what counts he thinks to himself.