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Haraldur: I'm sorry, but the idea of demons reading some propaganda on the wall and suddenly living in harmony is quite ridiculous. Firstly, they're "demons". Mostly mindless power hungry brutes that have been battling each other for eternity. Secondly, people don't read things then suddenly unanimously agree upon it after civilized discussion. It's very unrealistic. Now apply the second to the first.
I'm not saying you cannot have a sect of demons following Haraldur. You just need to go about it in a more convincing manner and stay in context. Please remember that this RP is medieval themed.
It is not merely propaganda, it is a long work that covered the whole of the cavern, and long works can be convincing, especially when people have those same thoughts half developed in their heads anyway, which is quite likely in an oppressive society (which the demon society almost definitely is, what with the power struggles between Qor, Abodahon and Iban...). Also, they are not "suddenly living in harmony". They are organising, preparing for a struggle.
Demons you say? What about them? They are obviously intelligent creatures, and peaceful enough not to have annihilated their species. They are intelligent enough for people to want to rule over them. The only demons who have really played much part so far have been power hungry brutes, though not mindless: Abodahon, for example, and Duilin for a very short time. Those are their (would be)
leaders, who even in human society are power hungry brutes (look at Napoleon, the Russian Tsars, the modern politician of today...).
"Secondly, people don't read things then suddenly unanimously agree upon it after civilized discussion." It happens, and reading a long essay is not "suddenly". I am pretty sure also that I did not say there would be no arguments (in fact I think I mentioned a discussion of the validity of the essay). In this case there were no effective counter-arguments, so the essay won the day.
Also, I am working under the following assumptions: Demons need sustinence, they form communities, they are not that different from humans, they have the equivalents of farmers, blacksmiths, they have similar hopes for peace and a good life, and dislike oppression. I am also assuming that Hell is BIG: a whole planet for its own, almost (after all, all those dead souls...).
Therefore most things which apply to humanity must apply to the demons.
Is there anything these guys can't do? They seem to be capable of any spell of any element, alchemy, summoning specialized weapons, etc. upon etc. None of this is hinted at all in their bios. Let's try to be more believable here too.
Things like this were hinted at earlier this chapter, where I think I mentioned them being "enhanced" by Haraldur.//
Tesla sensed a familiar signature. So, there is Marshall, in that prison building. How did Haraldur say you went from material to ethereal? Slip behind a fold in space and then what? Oh, yes. Tesla now appeared slightly translucent: it used less energy that way. He flew towards the prison building.
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The half portal to empty space closed as Makhno went about preventing the bullets from hitting him. His thoughts crossed the space towards one bullet, which then veered off and started homing in at Draven. Now the difficult part was done, and the thought then ricocheted off the other bullets in a chain reaction until they were all following Draven at high speed.
Durruti, not liking the look of the clouds, cast a one way shield around himself and Makhno. From Durruti's hand a small metal bird appeared, with a blade in place of its beak, poisoned, of course The bird began to fly around after leaving the shield, vaguely in Draven's direction.
They then began to back away slowly towards Gief. They must be warned!
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Down in hell, in the now empty market place, except for a few corpses of those who held positions of power, the demon sheriff for example, the almost invisible shade moved up and out into the sky of Hell.
If Hell can be liberated... then all else can. The shade flew on towards Hell's red sun as it was setting in the sky.
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As the sun set down in the Western sky as seen from Alphagrad, the grey clad soldiers stared watchfully to the south. They were hearing strange reports, and the last few patrols had not reported in. Then there were those explosions to the East just then.
Mage Corporal Gibbs handed his lit pipe to his close friend Mage Lance Corporal Bishop, who sucked on the tobacco smoke and then exhaled, letting forth a smoke ring. He was just putting the pipe to his mouth again when an arrow came flying through the air and then through his throat. The mage fell to the ground as more arrows fell. "Shit!" shouted Gibbs. "Some bastards are attacking us!"
And so the Black Army's attack on Alphagrad began, to last through dusk and night.
