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((I now have to contradict my earlier point about easy recruitment. The problem that now occurs is that, as far as reality in terms of the RP world goes, the supposed Leader has gone to certain lengths to discourage the Gnoll from siding with her. >.< I must argue that when she meets other party members, the leader should act in a way to get the person to join, just for future reference. Or we need the other party members to do the recruitment for her, I guess.))


'No?' Nar repeated the word in his head and he gritted his teeth in anger at the stupidity of that mortal. She may have had her unique points, but that b*tch was as similar to other humans as was possible. The Gnoll considered her head as empty yet as large as that of any retarded human, no matter what her weird smell spoke of her mixed relatives.

She had come over spouting crap about starting a quest, wanting him along, making some empty promise about myths with no certainties, with only advantage of the deal coming to her, and avoiding any other offers - which Nar instantly took as meaning she had nothing else but that potential lie. She went onto insult him by pitting some sh*tty idea of demons or pitiful trolls in place of his employment, while claiming that her company would face lots of fights and loot. What was she, trying to guilt trip him into begging to come along now, or just rubbing it in his face that she was a real b*tch and had no intention of hiring him all this time? 'Patience?!' What else had he offered if not patience, with that stupid weird calming song of hers playing tricks on his mind. That was long past now, and patience Nar certainly lacked.

The Gnoll was going to take a heated step forward, but his body reluctantly resisted any movement toward that witch. It made him see red. That stupid sl*t was on his 'to be eaten alive' list. No matter how many songs she sung, no matter where she ran with those feeble legs and that very edible looking horse, he was going to tear off that disgusting face of hers and eat her pets for breakfast.

The Gnoll disappeared from the road for a moment, getting out of view of the woman and child. There was a loud rustle and thump soon, as a tree fell down amongst the many collected by the roadside. The branchless trunk of which Nar then dragged out to the road - and as soon as he had a good hold on it, flung it out of his ferocious grip at that annoying singer. The heavy and large log flew with surprising speed and was quickly making the distance, a testament to the Gnoll's inhuman strength when he was royally ticked off.

The beastly male let out a furious roar that rung out into the distance, his threateningly large and sharp fangs boasting their dread in the open air as his snout gaped. His fury became distracted suddenly, as there was a loud 'thunk' in the earth behind him. Nar's head snapped around furiously, and a javelin was poking out of the earth a few feet behind him.

Having been distracted for a somewhat long while by now, the authorities, townsfolk and any resident or passing by bounty hunters had caught on to the Gnoll's whereabouts. An incident that took place sometimes when he visited villages and left a path of death and chaos behind him. They just did not complain when he did it in the forests or open lands where their relatives did not live.

A clearly angry mob of humanoid figures were advancing along the road from the direction of the town, all calling out for blood with weapons in hand. Nar had early on recognized they lacked any courage on their own, but put up a friend or two beside these humans or people alike and they grow balls of steel. Which still break as easily from one swift kick as the regular kind, by the way. F*cking useless bags of flesh the lot of them.

Another pointy stick came flying through the air, Nar spotting and following it keenly as it started arcing down toward him. The Gnoll waited anxiously and then took a step to the side and struck out his hand, catching the javelin in his grip before it hit the ground. He instantly flung it back and the thrown spear flew like it had been fired from a cannon, straight through the air without losing momentum and landed somewhere in the angry mob. Yells of panic, pain and discouragement came from the group, while the more stern members of the mob tried to get the people under control - and told the men to stop throwing things for the Gnoll to throw back.

Nar wasted no time going up to the second javelin stuck in the earth, and turned his attention around to where he had flung the tree trunk earlier. He let that javelin fly at the smallest hint of that annoying woman the moment his eyes caught on. He may not be particularly well trained to throw, or especially shoot things, but he had the strength to make it work, even though his aim lacked. Was not going to stop him from trying to skewer that woman, though he sorta intended to catch her alive at some point to torture information out of her. If she really had that particularly location in her head, he wanted it, and he was gonna go about his way of getting it when the woman was so disagreeable.

((I realize that ^^ But you need to choose your strategy depending on the situation and target. :3 Oh manipulating people is always fun in RPs, people naturally have general responses that can be predicted. It is a shame when clever, good people leave :/ ))


Nar's head snapped to the woman when she spoke up, and he roared angrily in reply. There was a reason he was known as a demon. Her words fell on deaf ears, and Nar took a step toward the girl. His foot did not force itself back anymore, even in his angered state he was able to connect that in his head. The spell was wearing off, and he could get to her. The Gnoll's rage and bloodlust instantly pushed him forward, and the Gnoll charged at the woman recklessly. His heavy feet stomped against the ground firmly with each running step, and his addled gaze was focused on that pale faced female. The idea was simple... To kill her. The Gnoll leaped off the rocky path, his arms and claws outstretched. Nar aimed for the woman as he flew through the air, with utter intention of tearing her apart. It was a surprisingly natural reaction of his to... well, anything done by anyone. People had had worse just by standing in his sight.


((Sorry, short post. I could have had him eat several people to make it more interesting, but became a little too busy to add that. I classified actually calming down as being out of his character. This is why he's a chaotic-evil monster >3<))

In his rage, Nar found nothing suspicious about the woman standing still while he came at her, and, claws first, landed on her. There was a sparkle and the loud crackle of electricity, which the Gnoll apparently withstood for a moment as he tried to chew through the barrier - only to become overwhelmed and thrown off his target.

Nar's heavy body landed on it's side on the ground, and twitched unnaturally for a few moments. The already angry mob had taken it quite seriously that the person of their admiration became under attack, and charged to the scene. The Gnoll, now slowly getting off the hard ground, came under loud shouts and the attacks of the most foolhardy mob members. Still recovering, he failed to avoid nor block the hard head of a wooden club striking him across the face. Nar growled furiously in response and lifted a vicious punch that caught the assailant on the chin - causing the person to perform a mid-air flip backwards before landing face flat on the ground.

The Gnoll shook his head, struggling to get to grips with what had just occurred. He had little time to think though, and swiftly reached out to grab the sword-arm of another humanoid coming at him. Nar growled and pulled the person near, getting a firm bite at the man's face. There were squeals of agony and the individual dropped the sharp weapon they had held, which Nar's free hand reached out for instantly.

Now, he had two weapons in hand. And whoever said that bodies of your victims did not make good weapons, were dirty liars. To stop the man from squirming, Nar stabbed the sword through his victim's gut, and pulled it out quickly - having to instantly lift it up to block the next incoming attack. The Gnoll roared angrily and yanked on the arm of the body he held, and it swung in a wide arc at the nearest person - who was swiftly overcome and flattened to the ground by the weight of his dead ally. The Gnoll pulled on the arm again and swung the body sideways, clearing away the people trying to get at him. The useful thing for him, and quite an awkward thing for his enemies, about using the body as a clubbing device meant that blocking it would desecrate the corpse and make things very messy very quickly. It also absorbed blows as well as a bag of hefty meat did, which was moderately well.

The fight became a blood bath as the Gnoll was given ground and the now terrified mob lost their earlier level of organisation. Those who had been counting on the skill and bravery of the more experienced fighters found themselves at a loss, now having to face down the Gnoll on their own if they were unlucky enough to catch his attention. That became more and more likely as the people at the front were felled under the storm that was the Gnoll's enraged bloodlust.

The group started to scramble apart as repeated stabs, slashes and crushes were not stopping The Demon's advance. Nar was engaged in combat with two clearly experienced combatants while the more inexperienced ones started to run off and scatter. Some ran along the road back toward the town, others were too overcome by the chaos of their first fight and lost any sense of direction, heading into the woods or across the plain on the sides of the road.

Nar took a leap back, avoiding a wide cut swung by one of his remaining opponents. That one was an aged human male wielding a two handed sword, the other a younger elven man equipped with two sharp daggers, which had unusual black blades. Nar's own weapons included a torn up and bloody leg of an earlier man, all other parts of the body were on the ground, and a wooden round shield. Neither obviously belonged to him on any level, just things picked off his opponents. His own weapons were not of such shoddy quality, especially that stupid thin leg.

Down came another swing by the swordsman, and Nar lifted the leg in his hand to meet with the blade - which cut deep into the flesh of Nar's "weapon". Nar let go of it, causing it to fall down to the earth under the pressure of the large sword. This left an opening on the human, which the elf was quite keen on sealing before the Gnoll took the chance to deliver a killing blow. What the slim male had not expected as getting the shield the Gnoll held right in his face, as Nar flung it out of his grip. His jaws then reached out and grasped around the helmet of the aged human, his teeth denting its structure. Obviously, he could not puncture it with just a bite, but then Nar twisted his head in a single quick motion, turning the human's head with it's helmet around with a loud 'crack'. Nar withdrew his teeth, and the human fell down, dead with his neck broke. The elf was demoralized but not giving up, knowing running meant death.

Nar's remaining enemy ran at him, the daggers poised like the fangs of a serpent, and Nar swung his hands at head level, trying to crush the elf's skull between his fists. The male ducked down, avoiding it just in time, and buried both daggers into Nar's sides. There was a throaty gulp from the Gnoll at the pain, before he gazed down at the elf who was now realizing that had not stopped the beast. Nar grasped on the man's shoulders and bit down on his uncovered head, and begun to chew loudly through his features and skull.

No others remained, and Nar was calming down while standing there in front of the pale woman, gnawing loudly on the soon crushed head of an elf.

((That sounds very very funky o-o))

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