NPF Avatars IV, Chapter II: The Doom That Came to Earth Temple

[Bailey]

Syttulg followed along behind Arhra, and looked up at the sky. He cracked his back as he walked and then twisted his body to present as much surface area to the sky as possible.

[Tarrin]

Tarrin looked down at himself, No blood had splattered on him, His opponents haden't even bled, Thank the spirits.
Something like the slaughter here would cost the NPFers a dime or two in drycleaning.

Tarrin picked his way thru the mess of bodies and followed the others to the seal.

[Mesden]

Mes followed, kind of gagging at the smell of, like, every single person there aside from a couple.

Cultists have nasty inside, you know. What with the "Ritual smoking" and "Sacrificing of dead cows through the catalyst of their stomachs".

You know, gross insides.

[Steel Shadow]

The post-sluaghtering silence was suddenly shattered by a loud yell.
"Come back here!" Steel was still chasing the somehow still alive non-cultist around the field of bodys. The damn thing just wouldn't accept when it was time to slow down and die. It turned around and stuck it's tounge out at him. Of course without it's attention on where it was going, accidents were bound to happen. The cliff was a blessing really. Compared to what Steel was going to do at least.
Skidding to a stop, Steel watched as the cultist sailed out of sight. Sighing, he sheathed his sword and hurried after the others. Next stop, earth temple.

[Darth SS]

Darth was not gagging. Oh no. Darth took a bandana out of his pocket and used it to cover his face. The bandana smelled like Grapefruit.

"So, how's everyone beeeen? It's been a while since we last saw each other, RaidenIhopeyourcrotchhurtssomuch, and I think we should take this as a chance to reaquaint."

[PyrosNine]

Pyros turned an irate eye towards Dragonsbane. "In all my life I've only seen such wickedness from hellspawn and Kirakiri's ilk, and to think the likes of which thrive in this world. Should I call thee ing, and forever seperate this world from mine to protect it from filth such as yourself?"

Honestly. He even attacked organs that had already left the body, just to insure total annihilation. Pyros would have to be wary of this one, and guard himself against losing his cool and simply beheading the fiend.

Fortunately, Pyros had no need to cleanse himself of ash and gore, for he created neither and regardless, he would still look good anyway. There seemed to be an unspoken law of the world that Pyros would always look good, and Pyros had always thought it was just the devil's way of mocking him, God testing him, or the result of an unconcious desire of his family to always appear so.

Pyros did whipe his sword clean of the dirt, and sheathed it, lest he commit wickedness with it.

[Rhiya Ravenwing]

A fully sated draconic Rhiya changed as she lumbered towards the other NPFers. Her stature shortened, her body posture became more upright. As the final changes took place, she was once again a woman with four wings.

Unfortunately, there was still a lot of blood and gore splattered all over her clothing, hands and mouth. Rhiya took a moment to spit part of some nasty cultist kidney out of her mouth, and looked at the mess she made in disgust.

"Damn... I don't even know what comes over me when I go dragon," she muttered after a moment of checking the damages. Blood, bile, and bits of flesh stuck to her everywhere. She was literally drenched in the gore of her victims. After a futile moment of trying to clean even part of her face off, she shrugged.

Her dark wings changed shape around her, writhing down and up her body, digging into every small cranny and nook that was her body and grasping the offending, smelly gore. It took Rhiya several minutes before her amorphous wings managed to clean the dirt and grime off her body and face, but at least she looked clean again.

"That was fun! Can we do it again?" she asked Arhra sweetly.

[mauve]

Mauve brushed some dust off the hem of her skirts. She had to bend over slightly to do so, which brought her into scent range of the dead and dying bodies littering the ground around her.

"Blech," she said, grimacing. "I thought these guys smelled bad on the outside..."

"It's our SPELL COMPONENTS!!" snarled one of the not-quite-dead ones indignantly. He was going to argue further, but luckily he died then and there of a heart attack. (Too many bacon cheeseburgers are bad for your health.)

Mauve ignored him and wove her way around the fallen corpses to Ahrha, taking care not to step in anything too gooey. These were, after all, her second-favorite pair of boots.

"Well, I for one am feeling rather good about how today is going so far," she remarked conversationally. "Bring on the next challenge. Where's this temple, Ahrha?"

[Toastburner B]

With a creak of metal and a scream of a rusty hinge, the driver's door on the Toastmobile opened, and Toastburner fell out. "What sort of idiot puts a child lock on the drivers' door!" He demanded to no one in particular, as he he stood up and dusted himself off. He walked over to where the rest of the group was gather, and asked. "So, what did I miss?"

Then he looked around. Lifting the goggles from his eyes, he looked around the bloody and gory area. "So, what was this," he asked, "Did you guys run across a girl scout group selling cookies or something?"

[Darth SS]

Darth looked straight into Toastburner's eyes.

"Yes. Yes we did. And we tied them up, at their cookies in front of them, then let Dragonsbane have his way with them."