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Who:@sigtryggrx Where: Haven Notes: don’t be a grass siggy

Between him and Kalamar they had cooked up a plan to collar the Arishok. Use this haven as a distraction to get closer, after all the chaos of battle would give Jurgen the best chance to slam this collar Kalamar had collected around the neck of the leader. So he was waiting in the haven none of them the wiser; they had a darkfriend in their mits and not one of those who resisted the call but embraced it… well all but one, Siggy. Jurgen knew exactly why the other was here, that man was more opportunistic then he was and that was saying something. If anyone could ruin this plan it was Siggy and Jurgen knew the bastard would use that to his advantage. Jurgen had locked eyes with him already, it was too late to pretend that he hadn't seen the other. “Now what in Taravell do you think you will gain here Siggy?” 

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"That might have been a good idea if i wasn't already at your beck and call." Jurgen couldn't even think of one thing he would refuse Kalamar if it was asked of him. "Hmmm the Arishok? now that would be a prize. Hed be able to tell us if this thing can command an old god." They could use him as a stepping stone to their real prize; Kalamar's ascension.

Jurgen watched the obedience that happened without question, how the goblin cried out in pain as Kalamar wished it to. Where oh, where had this tool been hiding. "What is the hard way? We can't have that Arishok slipping out of our grasp." because he would know all the ways to get out of this collar and a collared Arishok would be a dangerous one to make submit. Jurgen flicked the goblin blood off his boots as it started to pool. Retrieving the collar he wiped it clean on the rag the goblin had been wearing, Jurgen didn't have to give an order as two others dragged the body away to be used to fuel the army. "It's your collar my dear, name your target and i'll make sure it is around their neck."

“You came to mind.” Kalamar joked, his finger tracing the line of Jurgen’s throat as he spoke, watching the slight tension as he did, still, some measure of dark reverence followed as he tipped his head slightly. “The Arishok… Lusacan… Andoral… the possibilities are endless.” Kalamar wasn’t sure how the a’dam would fair against an Old God but from his vantage point it didn’t seem as if anything had been able to resist it. 

Kalamar took a step back and with a quick snatch of his hands, he grabbed one of the footmen by their hair and wrenched them closer. “A demonstration, perhaps?” He offered, quirking a brow before he slammed the collar around the goblin’s neck and released him, watching as the a’dam took form like a chest plate and the companion bracer around Kalamar’s wrist hummed with life. “It’s so interesting-” Kalamar said, seeing the thoughts, impulses, and sensations as they came. “I can feel him in my mind, like a tiny bundle of nerves.” He pressed a little and the goblin writhed in pain, “All I have to do is push.” Perhaps Kalamar had lived for too long in Iskaran caves, but he couldn't help but enjoy the new trinket - endlessly entertained by it.

Another focus and the footman stilled entirely before Kalamar withdrew a dagger and ended the creature’s life, letting his green blood spill onto the stones beneath Jurgen’s feet. The a’dam regained its circular shape and then rolled to Jurgen’s feet. “Death is the easiest way to remove it.”

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Jurgen’s darkness had never been in question to himself. Their lord had seemed to disagree. But the general had learnt valuable information about these so called hero’s, how they fought. How dysfunctional they were. Lost without a leader. All working as individuals and not a collective. But he had proven his loyalty, destroyed the once solider to make way for someone new.

The general as of late had been spending time to locate this damn woman in the mountains. It was a matter of pride that she be uprooted. And something he could give to his demon. After all Kalamar had given him more than the other knew. Finger wrapped against the bones of the throne. Kalamar had taken some of his footmen… well if you could call goblins footmen. Kalamar wouldn’t exactly share what he was going to retrieve, just that it would change the game. That is was a surprise. So there wasn’t a second thought about giving Kalamar the minions he asked for.

Stepping down from his throne he approached his doom harbinger. Eyes entranced by the collar “so this is cause all that fuse?” His finger slowly lifted from Kalamars, rotating it in his grasp. “How does it work?” If they were going to use this to its full advantage they had to know how to use it. “Do you have anyone in mind? I have a few candidates who would look fetching with this around their neck.”

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The stench of the green-bloodeds was well one that the devil was well acclimated to, especially now, as he climbed the steps of the keep one at a time and crossed the courtyard. Those who’d survived trailed behind him, those who’d remained in the keep lined the walls even now as Kalamar approached the warlord on the throne built from the bones of the self-proclaimed kind who’d sat here previously. For a brief moment, Jurgen’s standing with the Great Lord was brought into question but his general had done what was necessary to prove his dark appetites were firmly in place. 

As of yet this Keep within the Spine was unmolested by the darkspawn incursions that ran rampant through the mountain range now, and so long as He remained pleased, Kalamar was confident that it would stay this way. 

“General,” Kalamar greeted, tipping his head toward the other, smirk prevalent as he produced the prize from the interior of his coat. The circle was simple, a collar that seemingly had no latch - innocuous and unassuming. “Many died to procure this,” those that stood before Jurgen now were the remnants of those that had been dispatched, covered in both green blood and red - Kossith and goblin alike. “But around the right throat, He would make you one of His Forsaken.”

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That fucking box had gotten him into this… well Jurgen wouldn’t call it a friendship but he was sure Nero would. He supposed being somewhat supportive wouldn’t hurt his disguise, having another person buy into him being Praxis was a good thing. “Okay, fine. I’ll stand there and make sure it doesn’t go sideways.” It was something he could do, looking menacing. “I’ll make sure that If anything happens to you that they will face it ten fold.” Act of violence another thing he could do. Nero was making it easy for him to fulfil the request.

"Yes, that's an option." But who would stand behind him menacingly? He didn't know if he trusted anyone who studied demons to help him and not put him on a slab and study him. "And with you around, they might be more willing to help and not stick me in a jar. Or worse." Nero says this very matter of factly, pausing in his pacing to look to Jurgen apologetically. He doesn't necessarily like burdening someone he actually likes, but this wasn't something that he could just hope went away. "I suppose I am here to ask that if this goes sideways, you'll avenge me."

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Jurgen had fallen into disrepair the last few years, the loss of his army had made him a pale reflection of the feared warlord he was. There was a time where even Witchers and Olympians feared crossing his path. Feared what would happen to their corpse when it fell into the hands of the goblin general. Jurgen was desperate to regain what was lost, he hated that he had to rely on Sigtryggr to escape but this Witcher had to be careful not to over extend his reach because Jurgen was ready to bite off that hand of his. “The dark is encroaching, so If I were you I’d safe a place to see it through.” The seven generals of the dark one would make mince meat of them all if they stood in their way. There was a sense that, that information would be enough to satisfy the other. Jurgen wasn’t going to give him anything of importance… well unless Kalamar said otherwise.

Sigtryggr knew when he was being talked down to. Or perhaps in a way that was supposed to be backhanded. Still, the Witcher hardly rose to the occasion. Jurgen owed him something. That was the reality. And he knew what it was like to corner a rat. To corner the desperate, to watch as their perfect plan fell apart so easily to a Witcher. But Sigtryggr always offered an option. And the weak always took it. As had this man, who'd gotten on a ship – when so easily, his head could've been mounted on a pike.

"Information. You must have some, don't you? Start talking. I got all day."

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Only If Jurgen didn’t have to keep up the ruse of Praxis he would have shown the incubus the error of his rudeness. Bragging into his lodgings like they were old friends wasn’t acceptable in the goblin generals eyes. But then he started to talk about souls and any acts of violence he wanted to perform on Nero were pushed to the side for a second. Maybe at one point in time Jurgen would have felt some sympathy for Nero, but each day the darkness had eaten at his heart his way to relate to humanity dwindled.Jurgen blinked blankly as the other talked about his sex life as to say get to the point of this intrusion. “I think you might need a demonologist not a mercenary.” if he wanted to reverse what was done to him, why come to him of all people?

"Here's the catch, I have no idea how it happened." Nero doesn't really ask to be let in, he sort of just nudges past Jurgen and starts pacing inside his home. "I don't have to take anyone's soul unless I want to, but this was like...." Sometimes even with a partner he didn't mean to harm, the urge in the heat of the moment did come to him, but the thing was he had a choice whether to act on it or not. "I couldn't stop." Pausing in his pacing, he turns to Jurgen and purses his lips as if that's going to stop all of the rambling he wants to do. Because while he'd wallowed to Sakkara, this was something else. "And I know that all seems to imply this is about my sex life, which I would very much like to continue to have." But not if it meant hurting someone who mattered, not when it came to breaking a promise he'd made. "But I hurt someone I care for and I don't think there's any forgiveness for me until I reverse this."

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The descent into the darkness had been a rapid one, as fast as one would wall stepping off a cliff but there was no water to crash into below, no jagged rocks, they would have been kinder then the abyss that was going to be his home. But Jurgen wasn’t an innocent lamb walking into a den of wolves, he was choosing this. He was choosing the primal part of himself that wanted this, wanted Kalamar.

There was an opening one that he hadn’t seen before by the daemon, whatever this behaviour was for, Jurgen wanted to make sure he'd see it again. As he felt the pressure of Kalamars hands upon him, his own slid down the back off the vessel taking full handfuls of his arse, wrenching him closer till their bodies were flush.

While Jurgen knew where he'd end up in the end, who would be there to greet him. The mystery was who would he be when he got there. He wasn’t against the change, his new found bone crown was proof of that but it was clear he would never be that soldier who was searching for his daughter ever again. “I know where we can start.” two hands appeared on Kalamars shoulders guiding the other to get on his knees.

Kalamar stilled, just for a moment,feeling the heft of the darkfriend's words as they rolled from Jurgen's tongue. There was a perpetual darkness to the air between them, electricity drawn through a current that seemed to connect the pair indelibly. Kalamar would never pull away when Jurgen leaned in, instead it was more akin to a force of gravity as the devil orbited the other. Their collision always came as an inevitability, like the rain falling to the earth or fire seeking air.

His hand slid up, slow and deliberate, fingers curling lightly against the side of Jurgen’s neck, his thumb resting just below the pulse. A gentle hold, deceptive in its softness - they were both a blade, though different kinds and the dagger traded grips from time to time. The devil held the darkfriend's soul in the palm of his hand, but Kalamar could feel himself bleeding under the warlord's gaze.

Such a weak, insipid response. His body leaned, his lips moved, his tongue tasted without haste or urgency. Whatever was damned about Kalamar - that fleeting ephemeral thing - across the ether Kalamar's soul was burning.

"Tools break." A pause, the barest tilt of his head. "But weapons? Weapons endure and every sword needs a whetstone." His other hand lifted, fingers trailing briefly over Jurgen’s jaw, as though in thought. His gaze burned with quiet scrutiny, as if imagining the shape Jurgen could become, the ruin he could bring - not as a brute-force instrument, but as something refined. "So, General, what should I sharpen you with?"

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Jurgen didn’t want to think about what the dark one would repurpose the wheel to, nor did he really care as long as it meant along the way Jurgen could watch it all burn the dark one could repurpose the wheel into whatever he liked… well unless Kalamar wanted it, then he’d have to find a way to obtain it for his demon. It was quite odd that Jurgen felt the most at peace when Kalamar was around, it wasn’t that the rage, ambition was quelled around the other more that he was accepted. Jurgen didn’t have to hide anything from Kalamar, all those dark thoughts they were just foreplay for the pair.

“Well then you will have to use me to carve, let me be your tool.” Because all Jurgen knew how to do was brake, he didn’t have the foresight to reshape, only knew that it needed to be done. Jurgen leaned forwards and closed the space between them, his lips moving against Kalamars “gladly… in any way you want I’ll prove me words to you.”

Kalamar’s smile deepened, slow and knowing, a secret unfurling in the dark. His fingers ghosted over Jurgen’s cheek again - not a grip, not a command, but something worse. A devil’s curiosity. A scholar tracing the lines of a script he didn't quite know how to read. His touch carried the cold of something ancient, something that did not belong in the realm of men - and yet here he stood.

"Then break it," he murmured, his voice smooth, deliberate. His thumb brushed over the ridge of Jurgen’s cheekbone, measuring the strength beneath and weighing the man who had offered everything. "and repurpose it." Affection was for lesser creatures. This was something colder, something closer to understanding.

A slow tilt of his head. A flicker of something unreadable behind his eyes. "A brute crushes, but a ruler carves. One swing of the hammer makes rubble. A thousand - precision strikes - make a throne." Silence stretched between them, thick as smoke, heavy as expectation. Then, at last, the smirk returned - sharp and knowing, a thing made of knives. "Your soul, your army, your blade?" His voice dropped, softer now, almost indulgent. His eyes traced Jurgen’s face once more, as though savoring the moment. "One day, I may ask you to prove it."

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Well this was a surprise to say the least. Jurgen had temporary accommodation with in Eterna easy to pack up and disappear if needed. There will come a point where he’d be no longer welcome in this city, when they know the face of the goblin general. Jurgen was confused for half a second when Nero was asking for help but it then it clicked, violence no question maybe Nero had read him pretty well. “Point where they are, I can even make a show of it if you’d like.” Nero wanted no questions kitten wouldn’t ask why or even names, he just needed Nero to make it clear who.

Person: @thegoblingenraljurgen Location: Yeah he showed up at Jurgen's House "I need your help with something." He hardly waits for the door to open, he'd hardly knocked. He thinks that if he is going to fix this, if he is going to figure this out, he is going to need a team of people and what better people than those that had seen him be all too vulnerable? Each of them had their merits, Nero needed muscle and therefore Nero needed Jurgen. "Actually I need someone to maybe help me knock some heads around without asking questions." Which is something he thinks Jurgen can do.