((who ever wants can join but im gonna be doing some evil stuff lol oh and alba's showing up soon enough))

Construct4 stumbled forward. Tumbling step after tumbling step. Mist clung heavy to the desacrated ground of the land of the dead. It was so cold, yet no plume of mist rose from Construct4. No whisp on breath, nothing. He was chasing. Normaly anyone would be able to get away from him, he was not fast. His awcward gait ment he could travel at a fourth of a run but not this time. His quarry was injured. Almost fataly. He had managed to ambush a lone traveler. She had not seen him comeing till he was upon her. His cleaver like sword hacking down violently. No she would not be able to last long. A new arm was what he was after, yes. HE was a flesh golem. Built of body parts, stiched together and given life.

He would go on forever as long as he kept harvesting. So long as there was meat enough to fuel him. To keep his body parts in shape. Though he had no real purpose he had a sence of self presivation. As long as he was alive that seemed to be all that mattered. He had once been a slave. Built to do a masters bidding. He had a master. A master who had been foolish enough to give him free will to an extent. COnstruct4 had beaten him do death while he slept. He still kept parts of his old master about him. His left foot was probably still his masters. Now he had no master, no purpose. He needed something, someone to order him. Despite his free will servitude was still in his nature. The only order he could follow now was stay functional. Which he did. If it ment killing and murder, butchering and grave robbing them he had no qualms about it. It was not as though there was anything he was not prepaired to do. Half his body was rotten flesh after all, you couldnt find something for him to find repulsive. Even then it was not as though he had any senses left.

He stumbled onto his knees. He pushed himself upward and kept going. Yes here she was. She to had fallen but she had not risen, now she was crawling. A panic strickent bid for freedom, for life. He dropped ontop of her back, She was forced to the floor. Now on his knee's he raised his sword. She screamed and screamed till she screamed no more. Her pleading crys replaced by a desisivly more organic noise as he cut down onto her back and neck in what could be mistaken as a frenzy, though there was no emotion in what he did. He began to sever the womans arm from her body. She was a woman, so what. Arm and muscle was all the same he was by no means picky. No he would harvest a lot this night. He would need it, he knew his eye was rotting away, he would need to graft some skin over his chest, his guts where exposed. It was not as though he would die from it but they could get in the way. His sword rose and fell as he harvested.

Ah yes, Dori'ba, the Land of the Dead. A place that Alba Meria had been to many times within his life, or rather within his three lives. The Chaos Phoenix had his usual red cloak with the entire Bloodshed set below it. The Chaos Phoenix also had four weapons on his person and some powerfull spells stored within his body. The weapons he had were a basic Katana that was laying from the left side of his waist, he also has a Katar within a sheath on his right leg, but these were not the two weapons people had to worry about. It was the weapons grasped within Albas hands that he was best known for and could weild better. The weapon in his left hand was a large twin bladed halbred with a curved blade on either end. This weapon had been combine with Albas Bloodshed Longsword in order to create the Butterfly Halbred of Bloodshed, yes this weapon was very good in combat, not only did it have range but the weapon would also appear as a blur towards those Alba was in battle with.

While the weapon with the right hand of Alba Meria was a large black and red scythe known throughout Arda as Dark Death, this large and powerfull scythe was infact Albas version of the Dark Blade, one of Arda most power blades that a mortal could weild. It was also the weapon that Alba had used most of his life thus he was very skilled with the scythe, a little more so than he was with the Halbred. The only other thing the Phoenix had was a shield on his back, the shield being the Bloodshed Shield, even that could be used as a weapon in combat since the sheild could errupt in raging blue flames.

Scanning the places in which he stood Alba could see a think gloomy kind of fog, why had he come here this night? The Phoenix did not know exactly why, he felt as if had been called to this place but as of yet any reason for this was unseen. The Phoenix then let out a small sigh as his now glowing red eyes looked out from him helm still scanning the area in which he stood along with what was to lay ahead of the Phoenix. His grip remained as a Death Grip around his weapon as the Phoenix knew all to well of the dangers within this place, having sort of lived in this land for almost four years Alba felt like he knew it very well, but alot could have change since the last time the Phoenix had been here in the Land of the Dead.

It was only when his grip was at its fullest that Alba heard the loud scream of a woman coming from somewhere to his right. The Phoenix smirked as he said to himself, "Oh the joy of death! Maybe I can slay, or even tame, whatever had killed her." With these words still fresh in the dark air Alba headed to the right in search of the body that had just been killed, he could feel his lust for both battle and blood rising within him, the time to battle was near, or atleast so Alba hoped.

Within a few minutes the Phoenix seen the woman that had been killed, along with a large Flesh Golem creature, boy did that thing ever look vile, yet it still looked somewhat powerfull. Maybe this creature, if tamed of course, could aid the Brotherhood of Chaos. Alba smirked at this thought as he walked closer to the now death woman and the vile beast of Flesh Golem. The Chaos Phoenix then said, "You! Beast! What other parts do you still need? I MIGHT be able to aid you!" Of course the only reason Alba would aid this beast to get the parts he needed was so that Alba could in turn gain its trust and drag it into the Brotherhood as either a member, or as Albas slave. The second of these options seemed alot more interesting to Alba. So the Phoenix waited on the beasts reply or action, while at the same being ready incase the Flesh Golem was about to attack, anything could happen in the Land of the Dead!

Constuct4 hacked away at the shoulder, finaly it began to come lose. He ceased the swing of his coroded blade. He gripped the arm with his own, he tore the arm away. The crimson blood steaming in the cold night. He cast the arm aside and raised his weapon again. Then he hesitated. Through his magicly augmented ears he could hear a voice, not to far away. He turned to look. There stood a man, clad full armour and a sword. He watched for a while. He was wary of others, although he looked powerfull. He doubted that he would be able to kill construct4, it was remarkable what it could live through, well survive after all he did not really live. No constuct4 was nearly imposible to kill, but if enough damaged was substained then he would be unable to replace his limbs. He would continue to rot for an eternity untill a skeleton remained. He did not know if the magic would keep his skeleton moving and he did not want to find out.

What other body parts did he need? This one understood him, he must have some arcane knowlage for his kind was rare, indeed one with a soul ablit a twisted one were rarer still. If he had emotion he would have smirked. Insted he spoke. His voice low and gutteral. It was obstructed by the rotten mucus that blocked his throught. It matched his apearence in every way. Grotesque and vile. "Body parts, yes I need more always need more. He flexed what little muscle remained on his left arm. "I need a new arm and new eyes." What did this man mean he could help? There was no way he would offer himself to be used. No one was foolish enough to do that. Maybe, just maybe he ment Construct4 to follow this man. He seemed powerfull. His armour was arcane, everything about him seemed to radiate energy. If construct4 followed he could harvest all he wanted. But at what price? Would he have to serve? It did not seem like such a harsh deal. Protection and continued survival for servitude. Construct4 could in theory live for ever, he would outlast this one wouldnt he? So serving for a time would be worth it.

He glanced back at the body. He would test this one. If he was powerfull then he would cut Construct4 down but that would not matter there was a fresh body, he could replace his alficted limbs. He rose to his feet and stumbled forth. "Then help me, i need something from you" He raised his cleaver like weapon and prepaired to attack.

((hmm starting to get in the swing of rping with him now))

Alba seen the ugly looking flesh demon turn to him and it seemed to listen to the words that Alba had said, the next thing the Phoenix heard was some words from the being, those words were, "Body parts, yes I need more always need more. I need a new arm and new eyes" Hearing this Alba smirked towards to flesh ridden being before him. Oh what an ugly sight to behold, yet still Alba could feel a strange power coming from it, this flesh golem might just be something that Alba could use within the Brotherhood of Chaos. Now all that was left was for Alba to prove him power to this being of darkness, he would control him one day, Alba was almost sure of it!

He then seen Construct4 raise his cleaver and say, "Then help me, i need something from you" towards Alba. The Chaos Phoenix narrowed his eyes towards this being before he placed his Butterfly Halbred of Bloodshed back onto his back. The Phoenix then said, "You really think that you can hit me? I shall prove to you beast, prove to you that I, Alba Meria the Chaos Phoenix, shall be your new master!" His grip got tighter around the scythe Dark Death. The Phoenix would make this beast pay for trying to attack him, Alba loved to kill but he hated it when people would suddently attack him, but on the other hand Alba loved it when people would attack him thinking that they would in turn be able to Kill the Phoenix. This always made Alba laugh alittle, and today thats exactly what happened.

Alba let out a twisted and very dark laugh out into the night air before returning his gaze towards the beast infront of him. This being was getting ready to attack and Alba was not going to let that happen! Alba then teleported behind construct4 and looked towards his back with an evil gaze. The Phoenix then slowly brough up his left hand to point towards the back of the beast. Alba then said, "Now let Chaos crush your very body!" Saying this Alba cast the Spastic Limbs spell onto the form of Constuct4. If this spell was to take effect then the muscles of Construct4 would go into a spasm by either violently shaking or contorting/cramping. This would render the flesh golem unable to fight or control his own actions. It was the perfect spell to cause major damage and Alba liked to use it alot, he had killed many in the past by using this spell and then ripping their necks open with his scythe. Oh Alba could feel his lust for a kill running through his body again, he needed to kill something soon!

Construct4 cackled as he listened to alba. "Crush my body? Its not even mine!" Having made his retort he felt his leg seize up. He forced himself on for a nother step before he fell to the ground. Both his legs had cramped up, he couldnt even move them. He cast aside his cleaver like sword, he would tear alba apart with his damned fingers. He hit the dirt with open hands and gripped it. Forcing himself along, dragging himself closer. They the magic spred. His right arm began to shake violently. He growled and managed to lift the arm. He slammed it into the earth trying to stop it shaking, but to no avail.

He looked up at alba. If he actualy felt anything he would have stopped but he could force himself on, it was on the advantages. One of the few pro's compair to the cons of being a walking monstrosity. He took his other arm and began to drag himself with that. It was slow. It was the weeker of the two and he could feel the magical afliction spreading up it. His arm finaly gave out. Only a foot from alba. He growled. "Dont be such a coward. Come down here and fight me, i will tear your muscle from bone." He felt his limbs begin to curl and bend at the joints. How could he fight like this? When he got his hands on alba.

(sorry terrible post :xmasdry: )

Alba looked in in sheer joy as this beast walked towards him. Soon Albas Spastic Limbs spell started to take effect onto the man made body of Consruct4, it looked as though this being could not feel the pain but still the effects of the spell seemed to take great affect on his body. The beasts legs and arms soon twisting in such a way that he could not move them. Thats when Alba heard Construct4 say, "Dont be such a coward. Come down here and fight me, i will tear your muscle from bone." This made the Phoenix laugh, with this beast on the ground the battle was already Albas for the taking.

Slowly the Phoenix crouched down near the head of Construct4 letting out an even more evil sounding laugh, seeing this all mighty beast unable to move was rather a funny thing to Alba. He then finally said, "Now now my pet. You will soon learn you are not meant to win battle. And just to make that clear to you..." Alba then stopped mid sentence and stood to his feet once more. His eyes still locked onto the figure of Constuct4. Alba then raised his left hand once more, the hand pointing down towards his form. Alba then smirked and said, "Now feel the power of Chaos, CRIMSON LIGHTNING!!" Chaotic energy then sprawled along the left arm of Alba before blasting towards the form of Construct4. The lightning crackling as it passed through the air. This battle was actualy starting to get a little fun and Alba was somewhat happy about that fact!