Setting
- 35 posts here • Page 2 of 2 • 1, 2
Nela, wanting to get a good vantage point, circled the charging beast. The others caught in the path would have to move, maybe cause it to turn around. Hopefully, the creature would turn around and expose it's face. Or, whatever that was on it's head. The Shiftborne thief notched an arrow, hoping for an opening.
Aurelia nodded, pleasant smile befit on pretty features. Soft pink curls bounced pleasantly against her faintly blushed cheeks as she expressed her agreement- their newest members was sound in her intentions and words, for now. The rest of the words dwindled off as something stirred in her stomach.
Delicate fingers gripped at the high-quality threads that covered her figure, probing at her stomach. Her eyes were closed shut as she doubled over in pain. Something akin to a hunger she had never felt ripped through her torso; a strange sensation considering her snacking for the entirety of the trip. Her free hand then pressed to the her temple, as if to relieve pressure.
âOh Sullis,â She gasped. âHow did you miss that?â
It was at such a time that the first yowl ripped through the deserted streets, pulling forth a jest from Deskenâs lips that she didnât reward with a laugh. He called for their party to get into positions and her comrades leapt to action. The pain and stress kept her still, frozen as the beast drew closer.
âItâs hungryâŠâ She warned, to no one in particular, as she attempted to separate her consciousness from its. The feel of anger and hunger was overwhelming, leaving her breathing shallow and quick.
A rumble announced itâs arrival. Pale eyes fluttered opened to show something that matched the thoughts she had felt. Like most beasts, it was singular and impulse driven. While the creature most likely wasnât hear on itâs own accord, whatever had summoned and released it most definitely knew the effect it would have. Some samples of itâs destruction was seen in the debris thrown about the square as both building and ground crumbled under itâs weight. Rotted produce swirled around its enormous feet, filling the air with the scent of mold and dust.
Aurelia raised her forearm across her lower face in an attempt to block clean air for her to breath. Eyes darted around her before settling back on the creature, accepting of the fact that there was nowhere to run. Behind her the horses had long since bolted, taking with them all the rations in a flee for freedom. Her shoulders squared in a show of bravery, waiting for the first moves. It would only be with dumb luck that she would be able to escape unscathed, she knew that now. Briefly she wondered if Sol knew what he had sent her up against. If she survived they would have to have a talk when it was all overâŠ
âThe eyes!â She called out, to those that had readied themselves to attack. While the aftermath of a blind gargantuan would be brutal for the infrastructure it would be better if it didnât see where it was attacking. In the meantime she readied herself to leap out of the way of incoming feet and claws.
Setting
0.00 INK
"Oh. Eet'z 'ere," she commented, more surprised than anything. Suddenly remembering her plan, the Groundborne picked up two of the balls and hurled them at the creature's face. Not stopping to see if her throw was accurate, she continued tossing murky missiles until her supply had been drained, then leapt out of the fountain on the opposite side away from the creature. She landed on all fours and shook her body violently, shaking herself dry with the help of a little magic. Makali noticed Aurelia, Desken, and Aemus attempting to stand their ground against the creature.
"Eey! Wat are you doing? Get onto cover, or ze creature will eat you!" shouted Makali, waving her arms in warning.
Of course, it was not that easy. He steeled himself and lept into the air, flying down towards the creature. He flew through the air until he was over the wyrm, then began to shift and plummeted down towards it. He was fully human only a few seconds before his boots hit the creature, landing on it's head. His sword was drawn in the next second, and plunged down into one of the eyes in another second. Gripping the hilt tightly in both hands, Sullis shoved the blade down as deep as he could.
Makali seemed to be the saving grace though as she fired a volley of dirt and gunk at the encroaching entity, giving Aemus time to advance forward ahead of everyone and let the rifle fall to his side. He himself would have wondered what in the hell kind of fool would put himself between the jaws of such a thing and it's meal and throw away their arm. He knew inevitably though, that he was the latter of that statement regarless. The face seemed the only viable weakness as Aurelia pointed out, and any would have assumed. The obsidian orbs, like mirrored glass tainted with death and darkness, posed a problem to that theory though; there were so many. There was however, only one mouth. And if it was anything like a starving wolf ready to fight to the death Aemus knew it would brandish it's razor maw again and then he would act.
As his rifle was moved away Aemus reached to one of the spare canisters that hung from a leather belt at his waist. His fingers gracefully slipped it from the carrier, tossed it for a short moment and readjusted as to gain a stronger throwing hold on it. Made of a fluted metal they held only enough strength to keep the steam in them pressurized and piping hot, they were about the length of a loaf of bread and half the width. When he was learning the mechanics of the rifle and steam power in general there was always a strong reminder to him that pressurized containers spell absolute death when fail, as he'd seen first hand more than once. At least in this event he hoped that it wouldn't be his death that was spoken of.
Waiting for the terrible whatever it was to flash those grizzly whites again Aemus aimed to throw the canister, fully charged, into those teeth and let the damned thing bite down on it. It would puncture and the release would undoubtedly throw shrapnel and gasses hotter than fire through any soft spot in its ugly mouth burning and shredding it. If however, it didn't try to chomp down on the trio Aemus would look like an awful fool pelting it in the face with a metal half-loaf. Even more the fool if he couldn't roll out of the way in time to avoid a swipe of sword like claws. Just as he was prepared to launch the makeshift bomb Sullis dropped from the sky and plunged a blade into one of the glossed eyes. Taking his chance Aemus bet his life on a throw.
Desken had scrambled quickly to the side and into the murky fountain that Makali had just recently made her playground. Oddly enough one might be surprised to learn that this was a part of his plan.
The creature turned about-face in enough time to get searing gunk hurled into half of itsâ eyes. It snarled and bellowed frantically as it swung itsâ head left and right in an attempt to clear itsâ vision. About that time it felt a pressure atop itsâ head and another painful jab as some foreign presence stabbed it in the eye. Of course the monster had many of them to spare, but not the patience to allow them to be picked off one by one. It began to snap and shake itsâ head at a more rapid interval than before. But given Sullisâs coordination- he could hold on.
In the confusion of it all the remaining uncovered and unharmed eyes seemed to focus in on some bright and shiny object that was being hurled towards at a fast rate. Given Leliâs coordination- it does come close to getting to the creature, but due to his lack of strength- it didnât go far enough. That was negligible though, because the creature was assured that whatever was being hurtled at itself could be eaten. So it leapt forward and took the canister between itsâ jaws and crunched down on the pressurized object. The flame widget in it ignited, and the next thing one would hear was the bang of it exploding in the creatureâs mouth. A long yowl of pain came afterwards, but it wasnât as clean or crisp as itsâ previous noises of pain or exasperation- oh no it was sloshy and sloppy with blood and bits of teeth.
The creature was furious now. It wanted to get rid of the annoying pest on top of itsâ head and then work itsâ way towards whatever destroyed itsâ mouth. It may not be able to use itsâ mouth so well now, but it could at least squash the poor thing. So in an attempt to get Sullis off of the top of itsâ head- it falls to its side and begins to roll over. Of course to anyone else except the male shiftborne- it was prone.
Sullis- Dodge or Take a Chance
Everyone Else- Attack or Whatever Other Move You Want to Make
It was during that moment of silent cursing that Sullis noticed his perspective shifting from a horizontal shaking to a vertical shift, as if everything was rolling. Of course that was because the beast was rolling and Sullis happened to be moving with it. He swore, giving his sword a mighty tug. The blade slid out, far more slowly then Sullis would have preferred. He felt his feet starting to slip as the beast tilted further. Finally, the sword slid out with an unpleasant squirt of blood and remnants of eyes and Sullis kicked himself off of the creature moments before it rolled fully over. Sullis fell to the ground with a grunt. He looked to the creature, grimacing as he realize it was still rolling towards him. He quickly shifted back into his raven form, hurriedly flapping his wings to retreat to the safety of a rooftop.
that's for sure. But with all this movement, there was no way Nela could get a clear shot at the eyes. The Nagala quickly looked around, searching for a heightened vantage point. The higher she was, the less likely she was to get flattened by this beast. As she scrambled up an awning that was barely able to hold even her lithe form, Nela noticed something. The auric energy this creature exuded...seemed so off. Like it just didn't fit. Nela dismissed this, not wanting to cloud her thoughts with nonsense.
At this point, Nela was perched on the roof of a small abode, using the chimney to keep herself from falling. The creature was still flailing about, but there was no time to wait for an opening. Either way, she'd get it's attention. Pulling her bow taught, arrow notched, she loosed the missile and sent it hurtling through the air, towards the beast.
Aemus was one of those men, and when he squeezed on the trigger and eruption of gas shattered the distressed rumbling and growls of the beast as it loosed a volley of burning hot steam and a lead ball faster than the eyes could see towards its belly. It may not have seemed like much, but if it were to pierce the hide the round would mushroom and bounce around in the ugly things guts roiling up all manner of injuries and potentially doing some true damage that wouldn't be done away with a few days rest. It may only piss the damned thing off worse though too Aemus thought to himself, a sinister smile curling his face as he waited to see the result of his shot and reload the gun.
In the volley of attacks Desken had managed to conjure up enough concentration and control to unleash thermal magic upon the beast before him, or namely the ground below it. Losing traction it thumped against the cobblestone street once again and flailed aimlessly against itsâ lack of footing. Its belly tore more as if itsâ skin was drawn taught against itsâ hulking mass, and inevitably itsâ innards began to burst out like an over-boiled sausage. These froze as well with contact to the ice. It attempted to scream in agony but itsâ shattered throat inevitably collapsed on itself.
Suffocating and bleeding out- the creature didnât offer up much more resistance until it flopped to the ground in utter defeat. Of course what it left behind might have been more devastating than itsâ colossal might- a rank odor that permeated from it that seemed sulfurous in design.
Desken released his magic somewhat suddenly only to cover his nose and mouth. âAh- seriously,â he commented- his tone nearly muted from his fingers over his lips. Slowly he pulled himself from the fountain, and one could note the drop of water level in it. He was near about coated in the stagnant fluid from his waist down, but seemed less worried about that predicament as he was with the toxicity of the creatureâs organs. âEveryone alright?â He asked. While the battlemage had no medical skills himself- he could at least tend to some minor wounds if there were any to be had. âAnd does anyone know what that thing is?â It was probably a silly question considering that this creature was an enigma to the world, but he figured that he would prod. These were members of the Army of the Dead, and they had seen things that many a mortal would find unbelievable.
- 35 posts here • Page 2 of 2 • 1, 2