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@dead-and-not
Heh, and they said I was gone for good!
Well, no matter what, I'm gonna set some ground rules for whomever sees this.
-I bite. hard.
-I might say 'nasty words' or whatever
-I probably will end up sayin' something that makes someone 'uncomfortable' (usually has ta do with my past)
-I can and will be an annoying little shit.
And I'm pretty sure that's it. Have fun, or don't, I don't particularly care anymore!
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*there is the somewhat distant sound of something breaking along side a horrendous scream that shakes the very ground and cuts through the air leaving a wake of silence behind it. with the now rainless city various bugs skitter away for shelter, hiding inside their now unbreakable homes as a wave of shadow and lashing tendrils spills out into the plaza, the sharp familiar shapes of what was once the Pale King standing taller than he was in life, white eyes gazing forth, searching... searching... finding...
the Lost King stands before you, dripping black from it's injured tendrils, rumbling as if answering your call for silence*
@the-pale-king ✨
*From the tree, something someone grumbles irritably,*
Oh, wonderful, what now-? Oh-.
*Before a small figure drops from the branches, landing neatly as a mass of void themselves before allowing her form to solidify back into their fairly small state, glaring half-concernedly, yet still partly irritably, at the writhing mass of void.*
Well... cannot say I am all that surprised, but... *behind them, a light flickers, power level fluctuating momentarily*
... as my sister once put it; I know what you are. I know what you are trying to do.
I cannot allow you to pass.
*The void ripples, a silent message of both challenge and an attempt at intimidation.
(I can only hope he takes a hint...)
All the while, the corrupted child- "vessel" awaits their equally corrupted father- the Lost King's action.*
(Scarlet Health: ???/500)
(5d20 -> 68 DF)
*the Lost King writhes as that silent message ripples through it, body hunching as it bends and cracks, whipping its tendrils around violently, slapping them upon the cool ground. it almost seems content to simply writhe in false anger and imagined discomfort until...*
[The Void Tendrils roll 2d20 to attack; 11 + 14; total 25]
*several of the void tendrils shoot forth, barbed and angry, whipping this way and that looking for a strike, a perch*
[The Lost King rolls 3d20 to attack; 12 + 19 + 13; total 44]
[Total damage; 71]
*the Lost King launches itself forwards with a warbling cry of hunger, maw opened wide in an attempt to bite, claws extended hoping to cut*
*Within mere seconds, they'd managed to silently dart off to a side, and, upon noticing his lack (or partial lack) of sight, uses that to her advantage, forcing down the urge to allow their claws to catch on the stone as she manages to weasel around most of the tendrils, hissing quietly to themselves as one manages to slash her leg. (Damage Taken: 3)*
*Upon noting such frustration, though, they just channel it into calling upon the void-bound silk within their shell to act as a sort of similar 'lashing out at whatever they can', though, these burn due to the hint of soul used. (Damage Dealt: 5d20 -> 56)*
(Scarlet Health: 457/500)
*the Lost King does not bother to dodge or, well, perhaps it does not even know how to do so as it takes the lashes from the void-silk some of the wounds hissing, reacting to the sliver of soul in the attack, droplets of its own void body splattering on the ground. it doesn't howl or scream this time, merely pokes at the fresh openings before surging backwards*
[The Lost King rolls 5d20 to attack; 8 + 8 + 16 + 5 + 18; total 55]
*now reared backwards, it opens its maw to form a spiralling dark energy between its sharp teeth and with a silent screech, allows the laser beam to go forth in a crackling searing burning blast*
*This time, although caught mildly off guard, they manage to remember to shift into a void mass once more, albeit while being oh-so-rudely- singed by the blast, her back's fur becoming greyed when they reform elsewhere, now more annoyed than not. (3d20 -> 55-49 -> Damage Taken: 4)*
*On a primary paw, though (this time utilizing some of their abilities' variety), she managed to slide close enough to deliver a decent shock to the Lost King. (2d20 -> 36 damage dealt!)*
[Lost King health ????/????]
[The Lost King rolls 5d20 to attack; 1 + 4 + 7 + 14 + 20; total 46]
*the shock ripples through the void but the1 Lost King barely even reacts to it, merely standing there staring blankly with its multiple eyes. the tendrils around it flail widely but the king itself lunges, all four frail arms claws forth, attempting to slice and cut into ribbons what stands before it. it seems to be becoming desperate...*
*This time, they are caught, but manage to return the clawing and scratching in kind, even going so far as to bite the Lost King before wriggling out of his grasp and darting as far as possible. (2d20 -> 46 - 13 -> 33 damage taken! 3d20 -> 50 dmg dealt!)*
(Scarlet Health: 420/500)
[Lost King health ????/????]
[The Lost King rolls 5d20 to attack; 17 + 17 + 17 + 11 + 9; total 71]
*it chases. swift and sleek, crawling across the ground, leaving a trail of void as it cares not what it crushes and breaks in its wake, blasts of void and soul fired like cannons as it chases down its prey. whatever bugs that had remained to watch or who peeked through their curtains had fled now, have hidden away too afraid to witness the horror. but it's beginning to slow even enraged, a few good hits and it may flee*
*They keep up their dancing between shadow and solid, using what void they can to avoid as much as possible. (3d20 -> 71 - 50 -> 19 damage taken!)*
*Intermittently, they keep up with messing with their form to circle, and tail whip, the Lost King a couple of times with what (should have) felt like enough force to knock the breath (is there any of that anymore?) out of him. (2d20 -> 28 damage dealt!)*
(Scarlet Health: 401/500)
[Lost King health ????/????]
[The Lost King rolled 5d20 to attack; 52 total!]
*the whips of the tail do little but splash void on the ground, tearing into its form and knocking it backwards. with a rumbling whine the Lost King sinks its hands into the new wounds, pulling back its sharp fingers that drip with gore but it is honestly hard to tell if its void or blood or something else
no matter, it decides. no matter at all. it slinks backwards, tendrils raising before it slashes each one through the air to create a shockwave hoping to create a chance to either end this or run*
*This time, though, the littler being doesn't try to avoid the attack, instead just staying put before allowing one final shift, blatantly absorbing the lost voided blood as if it were nothing and snarling loudly before sliding into the ground in the form of a liquid, and seems to be remaining as such.*
*(Damage taken/dealt: 0)*
(Scarlet Health: ???/500)
*the Lost King ceases. goes still. even the tendrils drop to the ground like sad withered leaves as it remains there, dangling like a hung man. it looks around, or at least seems to, some of its wounds slowly filling in with more black as it waits and waits. seemingly assuming, if it can assume that is, that the enemy has either fled or been defeated it calms and begins to slink away into the dark, trying to head deeper into the city, pulled by forces beyond imagining*
*Just as he is leaving, though, the void all throughout the depths of Hallownest roars in sheer, primal fury, the primary meaning of simply "enough!!" quite clear.*
*Within seconds, the former puddle of void rises and forms a (at least small for a wyrm) fairly sizable, void-black beast, its hextouplet of eyes glaring angrily at the Lost one before it just decides to grab him in its mouth and fling him away from the plaza. (5d20 -> 100 damage dealt.)*
*Equally as swift, the creature reforms into their small state, huffing frustratedly before climbing back into the tree and healing herself.*
*there is the somewhat distant sound of something breaking along side a horrendous scream that shakes the very ground and cuts through the air leaving a wake of silence behind it. with the now rainless city various bugs skitter away for shelter, hiding inside their now unbreakable homes as a wave of shadow and lashing tendrils spills out into the plaza, the sharp familiar shapes of what was once the Pale King standing taller than he was in life, white eyes gazing forth, searching... searching... finding...
the Lost King stands before you, dripping black from it's injured tendrils, rumbling as if answering your call for silence*
@the-pale-king ✨
*From the tree, something someone grumbles irritably,*
Oh, wonderful, what now-? Oh-.
*Before a small figure drops from the branches, landing neatly as a mass of void themselves before allowing her form to solidify back into their fairly small state, glaring half-concernedly, yet still partly irritably, at the writhing mass of void.*
Well... cannot say I am all that surprised, but... *behind them, a light flickers, power level fluctuating momentarily*
... as my sister once put it; I know what you are. I know what you are trying to do.
I cannot allow you to pass.
*The void ripples, a silent message of both challenge and an attempt at intimidation.
(I can only hope he takes a hint...)
All the while, the corrupted child- "vessel" awaits their equally corrupted father- the Lost King's action.*
(Scarlet Health: ???/500)
(5d20 -> 68 DF)
*the Lost King writhes as that silent message ripples through it, body hunching as it bends and cracks, whipping its tendrils around violently, slapping them upon the cool ground. it almost seems content to simply writhe in false anger and imagined discomfort until...*
[The Void Tendrils roll 2d20 to attack; 11 + 14; total 25]
*several of the void tendrils shoot forth, barbed and angry, whipping this way and that looking for a strike, a perch*
[The Lost King rolls 3d20 to attack; 12 + 19 + 13; total 44]
[Total damage; 71]
*the Lost King launches itself forwards with a warbling cry of hunger, maw opened wide in an attempt to bite, claws extended hoping to cut*
*Within mere seconds, they'd managed to silently dart off to a side, and, upon noticing his lack (or partial lack) of sight, uses that to her advantage, forcing down the urge to allow their claws to catch on the stone as she manages to weasel around most of the tendrils, hissing quietly to themselves as one manages to slash her leg. (Damage Taken: 3)*
*Upon noting such frustration, though, they just channel it into calling upon the void-bound silk within their shell to act as a sort of similar 'lashing out at whatever they can', though, these burn due to the hint of soul used. (Damage Dealt: 5d20 -> 56)*
(Scarlet Health: 457/500)
*the Lost King does not bother to dodge or, well, perhaps it does not even know how to do so as it takes the lashes from the void-silk some of the wounds hissing, reacting to the sliver of soul in the attack, droplets of its own void body splattering on the ground. it doesn't howl or scream this time, merely pokes at the fresh openings before surging backwards*
[The Lost King rolls 5d20 to attack; 8 + 8 + 16 + 5 + 18; total 55]
*now reared backwards, it opens its maw to form a spiralling dark energy between its sharp teeth and with a silent screech, allows the laser beam to go forth in a crackling searing burning blast*
*This time, although caught mildly off guard, they manage to remember to shift into a void mass once more, albeit while being oh-so-rudely- singed by the blast, her back's fur becoming greyed when they reform elsewhere, now more annoyed than not. (3d20 -> 55-49 -> Damage Taken: 4)*
*On a primary paw, though (this time utilizing some of their abilities' variety), she managed to slide close enough to deliver a decent shock to the Lost King. (2d20 -> 36 damage dealt!)*
[Lost King health ????/????]
[The Lost King rolls 5d20 to attack; 1 + 4 + 7 + 14 + 20; total 46]
*the shock ripples through the void but the1 Lost King barely even reacts to it, merely standing there staring blankly with its multiple eyes. the tendrils around it flail widely but the king itself lunges, all four frail arms claws forth, attempting to slice and cut into ribbons what stands before it. it seems to be becoming desperate...*
*This time, they are caught, but manage to return the clawing and scratching in kind, even going so far as to bite the Lost King before wriggling out of his grasp and darting as far as possible. (2d20 -> 46 - 13 -> 33 damage taken! 3d20 -> 50 dmg dealt!)*
(Scarlet Health: 420/500)
[Lost King health ????/????]
[The Lost King rolls 5d20 to attack; 17 + 17 + 17 + 11 + 9; total 71]
*it chases. swift and sleek, crawling across the ground, leaving a trail of void as it cares not what it crushes and breaks in its wake, blasts of void and soul fired like cannons as it chases down its prey. whatever bugs that had remained to watch or who peeked through their curtains had fled now, have hidden away too afraid to witness the horror. but it's beginning to slow even enraged, a few good hits and it may flee*
*They keep up their dancing between shadow and solid, using what void they can to avoid as much as possible. (3d20 -> 71 - 50 -> 19 damage taken!)*
*Intermittently, they keep up with messing with their form to circle, and tail whip, the Lost King a couple of times with what (should have) felt like enough force to knock the breath (is there any of that anymore?) out of him. (2d20 -> 28 damage dealt!)*
(Scarlet Health: 401/500)
[Lost King health ????/????]
[The Lost King rolled 5d20 to attack; 52 total!]
*the whips of the tail do little but splash void on the ground, tearing into its form and knocking it backwards. with a rumbling whine the Lost King sinks its hands into the new wounds, pulling back its sharp fingers that drip with gore but it is honestly hard to tell if its void or blood or something else
no matter, it decides. no matter at all. it slinks backwards, tendrils raising before it slashes each one through the air to create a shockwave hoping to create a chance to either end this or run*
*This time, though, the littler being doesn't try to avoid the attack, instead just staying put before allowing one final shift, blatantly absorbing the lost voided blood as if it were nothing and snarling loudly before sliding into the ground in the form of a liquid, and seems to be remaining as such.*
*(Damage taken/dealt: 0)*
(Scarlet Health: ???/500)
*there is the somewhat distant sound of something breaking along side a horrendous scream that shakes the very ground and cuts through the air leaving a wake of silence behind it. with the now rainless city various bugs skitter away for shelter, hiding inside their now unbreakable homes as a wave of shadow and lashing tendrils spills out into the plaza, the sharp familiar shapes of what was once the Pale King standing taller than he was in life, white eyes gazing forth, searching... searching... finding...
the Lost King stands before you, dripping black from it's injured tendrils, rumbling as if answering your call for silence*
@the-pale-king ✨
*From the tree, something someone grumbles irritably,*
Oh, wonderful, what now-? Oh-.
*Before a small figure drops from the branches, landing neatly as a mass of void themselves before allowing her form to solidify back into their fairly small state, glaring half-concernedly, yet still partly irritably, at the writhing mass of void.*
Well... cannot say I am all that surprised, but... *behind them, a light flickers, power level fluctuating momentarily*
... as my sister once put it; I know what you are. I know what you are trying to do.
I cannot allow you to pass.
*The void ripples, a silent message of both challenge and an attempt at intimidation.
(I can only hope he takes a hint...)
All the while, the corrupted child- "vessel" awaits their equally corrupted father- the Lost King's action.*
(Scarlet Health: ???/500)
(5d20 -> 68 DF)
*the Lost King writhes as that silent message ripples through it, body hunching as it bends and cracks, whipping its tendrils around violently, slapping them upon the cool ground. it almost seems content to simply writhe in false anger and imagined discomfort until...*
[The Void Tendrils roll 2d20 to attack; 11 + 14; total 25]
*several of the void tendrils shoot forth, barbed and angry, whipping this way and that looking for a strike, a perch*
[The Lost King rolls 3d20 to attack; 12 + 19 + 13; total 44]
[Total damage; 71]
*the Lost King launches itself forwards with a warbling cry of hunger, maw opened wide in an attempt to bite, claws extended hoping to cut*
*Within mere seconds, they'd managed to silently dart off to a side, and, upon noticing his lack (or partial lack) of sight, uses that to her advantage, forcing down the urge to allow their claws to catch on the stone as she manages to weasel around most of the tendrils, hissing quietly to themselves as one manages to slash her leg. (Damage Taken: 3)*
*Upon noting such frustration, though, they just channel it into calling upon the void-bound silk within their shell to act as a sort of similar 'lashing out at whatever they can', though, these burn due to the hint of soul used. (Damage Dealt: 5d20 -> 56)*
(Scarlet Health: 457/500)
*the Lost King does not bother to dodge or, well, perhaps it does not even know how to do so as it takes the lashes from the void-silk some of the wounds hissing, reacting to the sliver of soul in the attack, droplets of its own void body splattering on the ground. it doesn't howl or scream this time, merely pokes at the fresh openings before surging backwards*
[The Lost King rolls 5d20 to attack; 8 + 8 + 16 + 5 + 18; total 55]
*now reared backwards, it opens its maw to form a spiralling dark energy between its sharp teeth and with a silent screech, allows the laser beam to go forth in a crackling searing burning blast*
*This time, although caught mildly off guard, they manage to remember to shift into a void mass once more, albeit while being oh-so-rudely- singed by the blast, her back's fur becoming greyed when they reform elsewhere, now more annoyed than not. (3d20 -> 55-49 -> Damage Taken: 4)*
*On a primary paw, though (this time utilizing some of their abilities' variety), she managed to slide close enough to deliver a decent shock to the Lost King. (2d20 -> 36 damage dealt!)*
[Lost King health ????/????]
[The Lost King rolls 5d20 to attack; 1 + 4 + 7 + 14 + 20; total 46]
*the shock ripples through the void but the1 Lost King barely even reacts to it, merely standing there staring blankly with its multiple eyes. the tendrils around it flail widely but the king itself lunges, all four frail arms claws forth, attempting to slice and cut into ribbons what stands before it. it seems to be becoming desperate...*
*This time, they are caught, but manage to return the clawing and scratching in kind, even going so far as to bite the Lost King before wriggling out of his grasp and darting as far as possible. (2d20 -> 46 - 13 -> 33 damage taken! 3d20 -> 50 dmg dealt!)*
(Scarlet Health: 420/500)
[Lost King health ????/????]
[The Lost King rolls 5d20 to attack; 17 + 17 + 17 + 11 + 9; total 71]
*it chases. swift and sleek, crawling across the ground, leaving a trail of void as it cares not what it crushes and breaks in its wake, blasts of void and soul fired like cannons as it chases down its prey. whatever bugs that had remained to watch or who peeked through their curtains had fled now, have hidden away too afraid to witness the horror. but it's beginning to slow even enraged, a few good hits and it may flee*
*They keep up their dancing between shadow and solid, using what void they can to avoid as much as possible. (3d20 -> 71 - 50 -> 19 damage taken!)*
*Intermittently, they keep up with messing with their form to circle, and tail whip, the Lost King a couple of times with what (should have) felt like enough force to knock the breath (is there any of that anymore?) out of him. (2d20 -> 28 damage dealt!)*
(Scarlet Health: 401/500)
*there is the somewhat distant sound of something breaking along side a horrendous scream that shakes the very ground and cuts through the air leaving a wake of silence behind it. with the now rainless city various bugs skitter away for shelter, hiding inside their now unbreakable homes as a wave of shadow and lashing tendrils spills out into the plaza, the sharp familiar shapes of what was once the Pale King standing taller than he was in life, white eyes gazing forth, searching... searching... finding...
the Lost King stands before you, dripping black from it's injured tendrils, rumbling as if answering your call for silence*
@the-pale-king ✨
*From the tree, something someone grumbles irritably,*
Oh, wonderful, what now-? Oh-.
*Before a small figure drops from the branches, landing neatly as a mass of void themselves before allowing her form to solidify back into their fairly small state, glaring half-concernedly, yet still partly irritably, at the writhing mass of void.*
Well... cannot say I am all that surprised, but... *behind them, a light flickers, power level fluctuating momentarily*
... as my sister once put it; I know what you are. I know what you are trying to do.
I cannot allow you to pass.
*The void ripples, a silent message of both challenge and an attempt at intimidation.
(I can only hope he takes a hint...)
All the while, the corrupted child- "vessel" awaits their equally corrupted father- the Lost King's action.*
(Scarlet Health: ???/500)
(5d20 -> 68 DF)
*the Lost King writhes as that silent message ripples through it, body hunching as it bends and cracks, whipping its tendrils around violently, slapping them upon the cool ground. it almost seems content to simply writhe in false anger and imagined discomfort until...*
[The Void Tendrils roll 2d20 to attack; 11 + 14; total 25]
*several of the void tendrils shoot forth, barbed and angry, whipping this way and that looking for a strike, a perch*
[The Lost King rolls 3d20 to attack; 12 + 19 + 13; total 44]
[Total damage; 71]
*the Lost King launches itself forwards with a warbling cry of hunger, maw opened wide in an attempt to bite, claws extended hoping to cut*
*Within mere seconds, they'd managed to silently dart off to a side, and, upon noticing his lack (or partial lack) of sight, uses that to her advantage, forcing down the urge to allow their claws to catch on the stone as she manages to weasel around most of the tendrils, hissing quietly to themselves as one manages to slash her leg. (Damage Taken: 3)*
*Upon noting such frustration, though, they just channel it into calling upon the void-bound silk within their shell to act as a sort of similar 'lashing out at whatever they can', though, these burn due to the hint of soul used. (Damage Dealt: 5d20 -> 56)*
(Scarlet Health: 457/500)
*the Lost King does not bother to dodge or, well, perhaps it does not even know how to do so as it takes the lashes from the void-silk some of the wounds hissing, reacting to the sliver of soul in the attack, droplets of its own void body splattering on the ground. it doesn't howl or scream this time, merely pokes at the fresh openings before surging backwards*
[The Lost King rolls 5d20 to attack; 8 + 8 + 16 + 5 + 18; total 55]
*now reared backwards, it opens its maw to form a spiralling dark energy between its sharp teeth and with a silent screech, allows the laser beam to go forth in a crackling searing burning blast*
*This time, although caught mildly off guard, they manage to remember to shift into a void mass once more, albeit while being oh-so-rudely- singed by the blast, her back's fur becoming greyed when they reform elsewhere, now more annoyed than not. (3d20 -> 55-49 -> Damage Taken: 4)*
*On a primary paw, though (this time utilizing some of their abilities' variety), she managed to slide close enough to deliver a decent shock to the Lost King. (2d20 -> 36 damage dealt!)*
[Lost King health ????/????]
[The Lost King rolls 5d20 to attack; 1 + 4 + 7 + 14 + 20; total 46]
*the shock ripples through the void but the1 Lost King barely even reacts to it, merely standing there staring blankly with its multiple eyes. the tendrils around it flail widely but the king itself lunges, all four frail arms claws forth, attempting to slice and cut into ribbons what stands before it. it seems to be becoming desperate...*
*This time, they are caught, but manage to return the clawing and scratching in kind, even going so far as to bite the Lost King before wriggling out of his grasp and darting as far as possible. (2d20 -> 46 - 13 -> 33 damage taken! 3d20 -> 50 dmg dealt!)*
(Scarlet Health: 420/500)
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*there is the somewhat distant sound of something breaking along side a horrendous scream that shakes the very ground and cuts through the air leaving a wake of silence behind it. with the now rainless city various bugs skitter away for shelter, hiding inside their now unbreakable homes as a wave of shadow and lashing tendrils spills out into the plaza, the sharp familiar shapes of what was once the Pale King standing taller than he was in life, white eyes gazing forth, searching... searching... finding...
the Lost King stands before you, dripping black from it's injured tendrils, rumbling as if answering your call for silence*
@the-pale-king ✨
*From the tree, something someone grumbles irritably,*
Oh, wonderful, what now-? Oh-.
*Before a small figure drops from the branches, landing neatly as a mass of void themselves before allowing her form to solidify back into their fairly small state, glaring half-concernedly, yet still partly irritably, at the writhing mass of void.*
Well... cannot say I am all that surprised, but... *behind them, a light flickers, power level fluctuating momentarily*
... as my sister once put it; I know what you are. I know what you are trying to do.
I cannot allow you to pass.
*The void ripples, a silent message of both challenge and an attempt at intimidation.
(I can only hope he takes a hint...)
All the while, the corrupted child- "vessel" awaits their equally corrupted father- the Lost King's action.*
(Scarlet Health: ???/500)
(5d20 -> 68 DF)
*the Lost King writhes as that silent message ripples through it, body hunching as it bends and cracks, whipping its tendrils around violently, slapping them upon the cool ground. it almost seems content to simply writhe in false anger and imagined discomfort until...*
[The Void Tendrils roll 2d20 to attack; 11 + 14; total 25]
*several of the void tendrils shoot forth, barbed and angry, whipping this way and that looking for a strike, a perch*
[The Lost King rolls 3d20 to attack; 12 + 19 + 13; total 44]
[Total damage; 71]
*the Lost King launches itself forwards with a warbling cry of hunger, maw opened wide in an attempt to bite, claws extended hoping to cut*
*Within mere seconds, they'd managed to silently dart off to a side, and, upon noticing his lack (or partial lack) of sight, uses that to her advantage, forcing down the urge to allow their claws to catch on the stone as she manages to weasel around most of the tendrils, hissing quietly to themselves as one manages to slash her leg. (Damage Taken: 3)*
*Upon noting such frustration, though, they just channel it into calling upon the void-bound silk within their shell to act as a sort of similar 'lashing out at whatever they can', though, these burn due to the hint of soul used. (Damage Dealt: 5d20 -> 56)*
(Scarlet Health: 457/500)
*the Lost King does not bother to dodge or, well, perhaps it does not even know how to do so as it takes the lashes from the void-silk some of the wounds hissing, reacting to the sliver of soul in the attack, droplets of its own void body splattering on the ground. it doesn't howl or scream this time, merely pokes at the fresh openings before surging backwards*
[The Lost King rolls 5d20 to attack; 8 + 8 + 16 + 5 + 18; total 55]
*now reared backwards, it opens its maw to form a spiralling dark energy between its sharp teeth and with a silent screech, allows the laser beam to go forth in a crackling searing burning blast*
*This time, although caught mildly off guard, they manage to remember to shift into a void mass once more, albeit while being oh-so-rudely- singed by the blast, her back's fur becoming greyed when they reform elsewhere, now more annoyed than not. (3d20 -> 55-49 -> Damage Taken: 4)*
*On a primary paw, though (this time utilizing some of their abilities' variety), she managed to slide close enough to deliver a decent shock to the Lost King. (2d20 -> 36 damage dealt!)*
*there is the somewhat distant sound of something breaking along side a horrendous scream that shakes the very ground and cuts through the air leaving a wake of silence behind it. with the now rainless city various bugs skitter away for shelter, hiding inside their now unbreakable homes as a wave of shadow and lashing tendrils spills out into the plaza, the sharp familiar shapes of what was once the Pale King standing taller than he was in life, white eyes gazing forth, searching... searching... finding...
the Lost King stands before you, dripping black from it's injured tendrils, rumbling as if answering your call for silence*
@the-pale-king ✨
*From the tree, something someone grumbles irritably,*
Oh, wonderful, what now-? Oh-.
*Before a small figure drops from the branches, landing neatly as a mass of void themselves before allowing her form to solidify back into their fairly small state, glaring half-concernedly, yet still partly irritably, at the writhing mass of void.*
Well... cannot say I am all that surprised, but... *behind them, a light flickers, power level fluctuating momentarily*
... as my sister once put it; I know what you are. I know what you are trying to do.
I cannot allow you to pass.
*The void ripples, a silent message of both challenge and an attempt at intimidation.
(I can only hope he takes a hint...)
All the while, the corrupted child- "vessel" awaits their equally corrupted father- the Lost King's action.*
(Scarlet Health: ???/500)
(5d20 -> 68 DF)
*the Lost King writhes as that silent message ripples through it, body hunching as it bends and cracks, whipping its tendrils around violently, slapping them upon the cool ground. it almost seems content to simply writhe in false anger and imagined discomfort until...*
[The Void Tendrils roll 2d20 to attack; 11 + 14; total 25]
*several of the void tendrils shoot forth, barbed and angry, whipping this way and that looking for a strike, a perch*
[The Lost King rolls 3d20 to attack; 12 + 19 + 13; total 44]
[Total damage; 71]
*the Lost King launches itself forwards with a warbling cry of hunger, maw opened wide in an attempt to bite, claws extended hoping to cut*
*Within mere seconds, they'd managed to silently dart off to a side, and, upon noticing his lack (or partial lack) of sight, uses that to her advantage, forcing down the urge to allow their claws to catch on the stone as she manages to weasel around most of the tendrils, hissing quietly to themselves as one manages to slash her leg. (Damage Taken: 3)*
*Upon noting such frustration, though, they just channel it into calling upon the void-bound silk within their shell to act as a sort of similar 'lashing out at whatever they can', though, these burn due to the hint of soul used. (Damage Dealt: 5d20 -> 56)*
(Scarlet Health: 457/500)
*there is the somewhat distant sound of something breaking along side a horrendous scream that shakes the very ground and cuts through the air leaving a wake of silence behind it. with the now rainless city various bugs skitter away for shelter, hiding inside their now unbreakable homes as a wave of shadow and lashing tendrils spills out into the plaza, the sharp familiar shapes of what was once the Pale King standing taller than he was in life, white eyes gazing forth, searching... searching... finding...
the Lost King stands before you, dripping black from it's injured tendrils, rumbling as if answering your call for silence*
@the-pale-king ✨
*From the tree, something someone grumbles irritably,*
Oh, wonderful, what now-? Oh-.
*Before a small figure drops from the branches, landing neatly as a mass of void themselves before allowing her form to solidify back into their fairly small state, glaring half-concernedly, yet still partly irritably, at the writhing mass of void.*
Well... cannot say I am all that surprised, but... *behind them, a light flickers, power level fluctuating momentarily*
... as my sister once put it; I know what you are. I know what you are trying to do.
I cannot allow you to pass.
*The void ripples, a silent message of both challenge and an attempt at intimidation.
(I can only hope he takes a hint...)
All the while, the corrupted child- "vessel" awaits their equally corrupted father- the Lost King's action.*
(Scarlet Health: ???/500)
(5d20 -> 68 DF)
ive realized that Mouse is built like a Mosscreep from Hollow Knight
"Mouse feels very bonita, statement"
Aww! Cute and neat!
Also...
*Attached picture; the photographer was clearly running while taking it - it shows a fairly blurry Dryya fighting what looks like a void-formed, very small wyrm.*
- why is Silver Fork Lady fighting a glob of void?
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“I don’t need one.”
Never heard of that type a’ thing before.
“It’s a strap put over one’s chest to hold it in place. Luckily, I’m a nudist and I don’t have chest to speak of.”
Egh- sounds weird. Almost makes me glad I got dropped into the void-nest…
Almost.
“You-eh you compare a piece of cloth to the Abyss? What?”
You misunderstand, silver one, I mean I lack... "chest" because of my past and don't need that weird item.
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reblog if you dont have a bra on
“I don’t need one.”
Never heard of that type a’ thing before.
“It’s a strap put over one’s chest to hold it in place. Luckily, I’m a nudist and I don’t have chest to speak of.”
Egh- sounds weird. Almost makes me glad I got dropped into the void-nest...
Almost.
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“I don’t need one.”
Never heard of that type a' thing before.
Inhibition
The City of Steel loomed over the battlefield. Thousands of soldiers from both sides keeping each other occupied while the main team fought its way towards the entrance.
The support team: tasked with demolition and sabotage, prepared for entrance.
(This experience is quite free, though we tag whoever we wish goes after us. I will jump in every third reblog with information, or every other reblog once things kick off. Let's see how it goes!)
(Here, you may talk before the mission begins after the fights begin. My apologies.)
@monomon--the--teacher
@i-chub-nom
@thygrimchildcaretaker
@dead-and-not
@soul-grand-master
@one-lone-tripod
@arkus-the-ironclad
"I guess I should go with you then. I'm sorry for being difficult, I shall do whatever you order me to." the slave nervously states, hoping they didn't have to be bait while the others snuck away.
@soul-grand-master
Don't worry about it.
I want you to know
From this moment, you are a free bug, and will no longer have to worry about others owning you for the rest of your life.
@lament-of-solitude
"No, that's not true! Stop lying! I'm owned by his majesty, the Steelwyrm until the day I die!" Seventeen protests, feeling his control grip on their guts.
@the-steelwyrm
And he is our father, the one who controls us most of all, more than any else. Stay here and rot in fear or free yourself from the chains of a god; it is your choice and I will not force you but we need move. Now. I can feel our father's grip beginning too weaken on the city...
@lament-of-solitude
The slave follows the group through the hallways they told them to go by. In the vents above, that furry creature followed them, reassuring the nervous members that they weren't the monster.
Baptisia had bravely chosen to go and rescue the small unfamiliar creature that had been tossed by the monster, and they stayed by the break-room. The rest finally made it to the ventrica.
Emilia placed the round stone in the hole, then pressed it down. She and Hegemol fit perfectly in the tube together, and the rest moved on by guidance of Seventeen to the armory, where shells were being distributed to the countless booming cannons of the city.
The ventrica comes to a halt in the terminal of the core. One window showed the structure. Or rather, body. The core was a piece of a dead Steelwyrm suspended by purple energy all around it. Arcs of electricity shot from the felled god and hit reactors that gathered the energy.
The guards in the terminal are quickly slain, and the engineers back away, terrified of the warriors. Hegemol, tech-savvy as he is, quickly comes to understand the sequences needed to disable the destruction mechanism after talking with the engineers. While he and Baptisia work on that, the rest of the group finally reach the armory.
It was a giant hangar filled with boxes stacked high, all filled with blades, explosives and other weaponry. Terrified slaves ran all around, picking up materials and weapons for the few soldiers still joining the fight below.
While Monomon and Hermes rig the place to blow, which would permanently cripple the City's arsenal, the others evacuated the slaves and workers.
*Baptisia and Emilia watch as that beating heart, that massive hulking chunk of gore, is cut from the city permenantly disabling the self destruction sequence and cutting most of their father's power but something... feels wrong. the army below... have they... won?*
We need all get out of here, now, something is wrong!
Sister, we have won! We did it! C'mon nothing bad is gonna happen now! Them legs are gonna drop so yeah, we do need to move but...
...Something is wrong.
@soul-grand-master
Alright...
Hermes pulls out a small spell to ignite the fuse
Now let's get the fuck out of here
@lament-of-solitude
The fuse is lit. The core is disabled. And so, the infiltration was complete.
The team rushed away from the armory as fast as they could before explosions came in a chain reaction. The hallways shook by the tremendous force as the city tipped to the side. The group slipped down a hallway, landing in a pile on a rei forced door.
More explosions followed as the fires from the blast lit more volatile machinery ablaze. They blew up too, sending shrapnel through scared crowds desperately vying for safety.
The city screamed as it hit the ground, shaking the entire structure with violent force. Then, in the middle of all the panic, a burning darkness forms on the other end of the hallway. It's tail whipped with pure hatred as it faced the way of the survivors.
New objective: Survive.
... well shit.
*commits 'clamber up a wall and hide' again*
@maggot-hegemol
Inhibition
The City of Steel loomed over the battlefield. Thousands of soldiers from both sides keeping each other occupied while the main team fought its way towards the entrance.
The support team: tasked with demolition and sabotage, prepared for entrance.
(This experience is quite free, though we tag whoever we wish goes after us. I will jump in every third reblog with information, or every other reblog once things kick off. Let's see how it goes!)
(Here, you may talk before the mission begins after the fights begin. My apologies.)
@monomon--the--teacher
@i-chub-nom
@thygrimchildcaretaker
@dead-and-not
@soul-grand-master
@one-lone-tripod
@arkus-the-ironclad
Hermes raises his rapier at the thing.
What are you?
There's a moment where he lowers it, but raises it back up again
Why are you wearing the king's face?
One of you ladies knows what this thing is?
@the-steelwyrm
The creature suddenly whipped a sharp tendril at the Grand Master, but missed because it miscalculated where he was. It growls angrily and starts pushing against the light. But then, it slashes a tear in the wall and slips into the inner workings. You can hear how it approaches from inside.
But, beyond the battlefield stood one armored maggot, eager to help. He slithers his way below the battling bugs, using his size to his advantage.
Then, he climbs up, walks through countless corridors with his mace clutched tight. Then, finally, he spots some friendly faces. And one unfriendly one just ripping itself out of the wall to attack the group.
@maggot-hegemol (welcome in)
"Ooh... Fascinating. So much mechanisms and gears... What powers all this?" Hegemol talked to himself going through the corridors. This city is just a piece of artwork for an engineer like himself. A masterpiece...
But the shock from everything around him quickly fades away when he sees some fellow bugs that are... Being attacked. "Not on my watch!" He quickly dashes towards the group and tries to block the creature.
The creature gets hit and creeps back in the wall with an irritated growl. It's almost a promise to follow you closely.
@thygrimchildcaretaker
*The Caretaker looked suspiciously at at the creature as their companions hiss*
We mustn't celebrate too soon, mine companions for thee still have quests to do...
I doubt such beast will leave us rest for long... make haste and make naught a mistake!
@maggot-hegemol
The maggot bug looked at the group, then placed his mace on the ground without taking his hands off of it. "Greetings. I suppose you're the ones I have to work with... Let me introduce myself first. My title is Mighty Hegemol, the Great Knight of Hallownest." He bowed to them slightly.
@thygrimchildcaretaker
*The Caretaker nodded, taking a polite yet somewhat regal bow, their Grimmchildren bowing their heads as well*
At thoust's acquaintance, Great Knight.
I bear no true name to thy form but come to cherish thine name of Caretaker for I care for thine Grimmchildren whom accompany thy quest.
Thou must allow one's companions to introduce thineselves with thy words than mine...
@soul-grand-master
Hermes's panicked breath tries to speak
Mi......ghty.....Hegemol?!?
Hermes, grand.....Master of the Sanctum......of the scholars.......of Hallownest...
Thank you........for saving me...
@maggot-hegemol
"Greetings, Herm-... Hermes. I hope you're not gonna be like your predecessor. Those experiments were cruel," despite him wearing an armor that was as small as him and his face was hidden underneath, it still was obvious that he was looking at the Master judgingly.
"And no need to thank me, I'm just doing my duty. Now, what should we do now? Do you have a plan? I could probably try and disable the mechanisms of the City..."
@soul-grand-master
I know it was cruel, i took part in them, but don't worry, i'm not like Albert.
Hermes then thinks of something, something a typical bad guy has.
Let's talk more later...
Hey, i just thought of something.
Is there prehaps a self-destruction system in this city?
@the-steelwyrm
*Baptisia and Emilia share a long look, mildly unhappy, displeased even before Emilia sighs, shaking her head*
Yeah there is but if you're planning to set that thing off I gotta warn you; we'll all die. You, us, your allies fightin' and every single slave and noble this place has. Kaboom.
If not, I gotta ask; why?
@soul-grand-master
Good, so where is it located and how does one disable it?
Just incase if it activates when your father dies
@the-steelwyrm
It is the core itself, where we are currently heading and... you need not worry about our father's demise triggering it; his death would cause this city to cease.
Yeah yeah stop yappin start moving; I don't wanna be here while that thing is skulking about. How bright can that fire of yours glow, kid?
@thygrimchildcaretaker
*Caretaker looks over, their voided gaze looking unamused with the referral of themselves as "kid"*
Shan't call me child when thine age be much older than thou believes...
But, mine companions' flame be as bright as they wish it be. I merely command the fire spat from thy breasts should it need commandments...
*The Grimmchildren let out hissing chirps, seeming to make their own statements. They were more than capable of doing so, just would need a little bit of coaxing for their flames to truly be bright*
Thy flames need mere coaxing to achieve such desires... a coaxing only thou can make...
*The vessel held forward their staff, prompting their companions spit another ball of fire into the arc which would be then coaxed brighter*
@the-steelwyrm
There comes noises of something, likely the creature, dragging itself through the vents above the group. It seems to have remembered where they were.
So, the group moves, looking through the corridors filled with sticky Void and other visceral substances. The Sisters of Steel lead on since they knew the outline, but it still took quite long as many passages were ruined. Then, finally, they stumbled into a lit security room filled with cameras. One unarmed slave manned the system, dreading everything that had gone awry.
@soul-grand-master
Hermes steps fowards
Are you hurt?
Do you need help?
Is this the core of the city?
@lament-of-solitude
"Aah! You startled me! Are you the aid we requested? We have to stay quiet, it can't see. And no, I'm just Seventeen, the last overseer in this district. I watch the cameras. I don't know where the core is."
On one of the cameras, a team of soldiers, including one of higher rank, hurried through the corridors. They were apparently looking for the beast, and ignore all slaves pleading for help. Seventeen sighs seeing this.
"You're not the help, are you?"
@smallunfamiliarcreature
The creature sheeths its saber with a completely unnecessary flourish.
"we... Are h-help, in a, uhm, way! N-not the... One you, uh, s-sent for."
They approach closer to the slave, looking at the cameras. "Uhm, whats t-the cur-rent... Sit-u... situation?"
@lament-of-solitude
"Thank you for coming to save us! Or, well, me... there's nobody else. All the rest are either dead or hiding. The creature crawls around in the wiring, knocking out the lights and other electrical functions."
They stare back at the camera where the soldiers were running, searching for the monster. One of them steps into a shadow, and is instantly ripped in half. The other soldiers raise their nets and weapons to subdue it, but they couldn't see it in the dark. One by one, the soldiers were destroyed, sundered and maimed beyond recognition. The final soldier, who is the captain, attempts to escape, but is slammed against a wall. The shadows push a hole through their torso, letting the bloodied hand of the monster's silhouette be revealed. It then walks away calmly, as if nothing happened.
@maggot-hegemol
Fear flashes in the eyes of the maggot, but he doesn't shows it. As long as he's wearing his armor he's fine... Everything is gonna be fine. "S-so... Ahem. So does this creature made of Void? I think I know how to scare it off, though there is a problem... We don't have much time to get the flower, nor do I know where Ze'mer is."
@lament-of-solitude
"What is Void? I've never heard of that. Anyway, I would love to come with you. I might be able to help."
@the-steelwyrm
Does this feeble nameless little sl—
*Emilia does not get to finish what she's saying before Baptisia slaps her hand over her sisters mouth with a grating rumbling growl, her tail swishing from side to side, scales clicking together*
We would welcome your help Seventeen; do you know of an unbroken path into the City's heart? We seek to end this cruel system of abuse and enslavement and what better place to hit than the thing that keeps it all alive. Do this and I can guarantee your freedom; I myself have craved as much since the days of my childhood.
@lament-of-solitude
"Oh, princess Baptisia, the purple ribbon! I am humble for your proposition, but a slave like me shan't expect rewards." Seventeen bows, but their eyes whispered of longing.
The cameras showed quiet, dead corridors, with the only place of notice being the administration office that Seventeen now points at.
"The office should have a ventrica leading to the Core, but you need an access card. Only high officers carry those, but sadly, the last one of them were mauled not too long ago." the slave points to a break-room ripped to shreds.
"I can show you there since the intercom isn't working."
@the-steelwyrm
Then... show us would you? And I promise, I will take you with me. This place is going down and I don't want to see any of you wretches going down with it. Only we deserve such a fate.
Oh, don't you be a downer, and worry about getting that old thang working; I used to ride them things for fun like wild beetles and I can get 'er moving along with a kick and a punch.
Unless our buddy here thinks he can have a go at it?
@soul-grand-master
"I cannot, sorry." Seventeen says because they missed they weren't the one addressed.
Then, they slowly begin leading the group through dark, ruined corridors. They notion everyone be quiet as the beast is heard prowling through the corridor in front of the lit break-room. It's form can be seen as it crosses past the dim light coming from the slightly opened door.
Now they just had to sneak past. As they were planning on how to do so, another creature bumps into them from behind.
@dead-and-not
Woah, hey! What's goin'on here?!
*yaps the (fairly fluffy) creature(?) whilst they stand properly to grumpily back up enough to cross her arms and glare*
Last I saw, there wasn't a big living clog in here..! *(is added in a slight hiss)*
"Shh! Mon-ster, big." It gives the fluffy thing a glare for a second before it quietly draws its saber. "If... Join-ing us to take down city, be r-ready. Be quiet."
The group moves up closer, but there was no way to see where the creature was. It is as dark as the darkness itself, indistinguishable from the shadows.
The group made their way to the crossroads where a corridor made its passage through the way they took. On the other side was the room they had sought out. In there, there must be an access key. Now they just had to make sure crossing was safe.
@soul-grand-master
Alright, let me just...
Hermes starts focusing, then immedietly gets infront of seventeen to protect the guy with rapier in hand.
I can fucking sense you.
Hermes shots a soul mass into the darkness
The Soul mass strikes straight into the creature's back, pushing it just slightly away. It growls and turns around, then dashes straight towards Hermes with a violent shriek.
(1980/2000 health.)
@soul-grand-master
Oh shit!
Hermes barely has time to react as he produces a soul shield, blocking the thing.
For a moment...
Sorry...
I feel like an idiot
Alright so what's the fucking plan for this thing?
@the-steelwyrm
Perhaps not to attack the damn void creature that crawled from the depths of the damn abyss?!
*Emilia shoves her sister behind her, who trips, her metal mask coming loose and clattering away into the dark. with an unhappy scowl on her familiar pale features, Baptisia scowls and summons up a blaze of white soul fire, not to attack, merely to sheild herself and her allies from that... thing*
We bring as much light to bear as possible and get that key? And pray. To what god, I cannot say. But we pray.
@lament-of-solitude
The light sizzle at its shell, but it was far too angry to back away. Blobs of dead void fell off at it tore at the barrier like a proper monster. Some tendrils shoot out from its shoulders to stab around the barrier.
Seventeen is hit in their throat by one and falls over, gurgling as they failed to breathe. The beast kept up its onslaught.
(1950/2000)
@dead-and-not
What the hell-. Nope; not dealing with that!
*hisses the creature before it (they?) just scuttle right up a wall and, after becoming a mass of void themselves, vanishing into a vent.*
@smallunfamiliarcreature (?)
Inhibition
The City of Steel loomed over the battlefield. Thousands of soldiers from both sides keeping each other occupied while the main team fought its way towards the entrance.
The support team: tasked with demolition and sabotage, prepared for entrance.
(This experience is quite free, though we tag whoever we wish goes after us. I will jump in every third reblog with information, or every other reblog once things kick off. Let's see how it goes!)
(Here, you may talk before the mission begins after the fights begin. My apologies.)
@monomon--the--teacher
@i-chub-nom
@thygrimchildcaretaker
@dead-and-not
@soul-grand-master
@one-lone-tripod
@arkus-the-ironclad
Hermes raises his rapier at the thing.
What are you?
There's a moment where he lowers it, but raises it back up again
Why are you wearing the king's face?
One of you ladies knows what this thing is?
@the-steelwyrm
The creature suddenly whipped a sharp tendril at the Grand Master, but missed because it miscalculated where he was. It growls angrily and starts pushing against the light. But then, it slashes a tear in the wall and slips into the inner workings. You can hear how it approaches from inside.
But, beyond the battlefield stood one armored maggot, eager to help. He slithers his way below the battling bugs, using his size to his advantage.
Then, he climbs up, walks through countless corridors with his mace clutched tight. Then, finally, he spots some friendly faces. And one unfriendly one just ripping itself out of the wall to attack the group.
@maggot-hegemol (welcome in)
"Ooh... Fascinating. So much mechanisms and gears... What powers all this?" Hegemol talked to himself going through the corridors. This city is just a piece of artwork for an engineer like himself. A masterpiece...
But the shock from everything around him quickly fades away when he sees some fellow bugs that are... Being attacked. "Not on my watch!" He quickly dashes towards the group and tries to block the creature.
The creature gets hit and creeps back in the wall with an irritated growl. It's almost a promise to follow you closely.
@thygrimchildcaretaker
*The Caretaker looked suspiciously at at the creature as their companions hiss*
We mustn't celebrate too soon, mine companions for thee still have quests to do...
I doubt such beast will leave us rest for long... make haste and make naught a mistake!
@maggot-hegemol
The maggot bug looked at the group, then placed his mace on the ground without taking his hands off of it. "Greetings. I suppose you're the ones I have to work with... Let me introduce myself first. My title is Mighty Hegemol, the Great Knight of Hallownest." He bowed to them slightly.
@thygrimchildcaretaker
*The Caretaker nodded, taking a polite yet somewhat regal bow, their Grimmchildren bowing their heads as well*
At thoust's acquaintance, Great Knight.
I bear no true name to thy form but come to cherish thine name of Caretaker for I care for thine Grimmchildren whom accompany thy quest.
Thou must allow one's companions to introduce thineselves with thy words than mine...
@soul-grand-master
Hermes's panicked breath tries to speak
Mi......ghty.....Hegemol?!?
Hermes, grand.....Master of the Sanctum......of the scholars.......of Hallownest...
Thank you........for saving me...
@maggot-hegemol
"Greetings, Herm-... Hermes. I hope you're not gonna be like your predecessor. Those experiments were cruel," despite him wearing an armor that was as small as him and his face was hidden underneath, it still was obvious that he was looking at the Master judgingly.
"And no need to thank me, I'm just doing my duty. Now, what should we do now? Do you have a plan? I could probably try and disable the mechanisms of the City..."
@soul-grand-master
I know it was cruel, i took part in them, but don't worry, i'm not like Albert.
Hermes then thinks of something, something a typical bad guy has.
Let's talk more later...
Hey, i just thought of something.
Is there prehaps a self-destruction system in this city?
@the-steelwyrm
*Baptisia and Emilia share a long look, mildly unhappy, displeased even before Emilia sighs, shaking her head*
Yeah there is but if you're planning to set that thing off I gotta warn you; we'll all die. You, us, your allies fightin' and every single slave and noble this place has. Kaboom.
If not, I gotta ask; why?
@soul-grand-master
Good, so where is it located and how does one disable it?
Just incase if it activates when your father dies
@the-steelwyrm
It is the core itself, where we are currently heading and... you need not worry about our father's demise triggering it; his death would cause this city to cease.
Yeah yeah stop yappin start moving; I don't wanna be here while that thing is skulking about. How bright can that fire of yours glow, kid?
@thygrimchildcaretaker
*Caretaker looks over, their voided gaze looking unamused with the referral of themselves as "kid"*
Shan't call me child when thine age be much older than thou believes...
But, mine companions' flame be as bright as they wish it be. I merely command the fire spat from thy breasts should it need commandments...
*The Grimmchildren let out hissing chirps, seeming to make their own statements. They were more than capable of doing so, just would need a little bit of coaxing for their flames to truly be bright*
Thy flames need mere coaxing to achieve such desires... a coaxing only thou can make...
*The vessel held forward their staff, prompting their companions spit another ball of fire into the arc which would be then coaxed brighter*
@the-steelwyrm
There comes noises of something, likely the creature, dragging itself through the vents above the group. It seems to have remembered where they were.
So, the group moves, looking through the corridors filled with sticky Void and other visceral substances. The Sisters of Steel lead on since they knew the outline, but it still took quite long as many passages were ruined. Then, finally, they stumbled into a lit security room filled with cameras. One unarmed slave manned the system, dreading everything that had gone awry.
@soul-grand-master
Hermes steps fowards
Are you hurt?
Do you need help?
Is this the core of the city?
@lament-of-solitude
"Aah! You startled me! Are you the aid we requested? We have to stay quiet, it can't see. And no, I'm just Seventeen, the last overseer in this district. I watch the cameras. I don't know where the core is."
On one of the cameras, a team of soldiers, including one of higher rank, hurried through the corridors. They were apparently looking for the beast, and ignore all slaves pleading for help. Seventeen sighs seeing this.
"You're not the help, are you?"
@smallunfamiliarcreature
The creature sheeths its saber with a completely unnecessary flourish.
"we... Are h-help, in a, uhm, way! N-not the... One you, uh, s-sent for."
They approach closer to the slave, looking at the cameras. "Uhm, whats t-the cur-rent... Sit-u... situation?"
@lament-of-solitude
"Thank you for coming to save us! Or, well, me... there's nobody else. All the rest are either dead or hiding. The creature crawls around in the wiring, knocking out the lights and other electrical functions."
They stare back at the camera where the soldiers were running, searching for the monster. One of them steps into a shadow, and is instantly ripped in half. The other soldiers raise their nets and weapons to subdue it, but they couldn't see it in the dark. One by one, the soldiers were destroyed, sundered and maimed beyond recognition. The final soldier, who is the captain, attempts to escape, but is slammed against a wall. The shadows push a hole through their torso, letting the bloodied hand of the monster's silhouette be revealed. It then walks away calmly, as if nothing happened.
@maggot-hegemol
Fear flashes in the eyes of the maggot, but he doesn't shows it. As long as he's wearing his armor he's fine... Everything is gonna be fine. "S-so... Ahem. So does this creature made of Void? I think I know how to scare it off, though there is a problem... We don't have much time to get the flower, nor do I know where Ze'mer is."
@lament-of-solitude
"What is Void? I've never heard of that. Anyway, I would love to come with you. I might be able to help."
@the-steelwyrm
Does this feeble nameless little sl—
*Emilia does not get to finish what she's saying before Baptisia slaps her hand over her sisters mouth with a grating rumbling growl, her tail swishing from side to side, scales clicking together*
We would welcome your help Seventeen; do you know of an unbroken path into the City's heart? We seek to end this cruel system of abuse and enslavement and what better place to hit than the thing that keeps it all alive. Do this and I can guarantee your freedom; I myself have craved as much since the days of my childhood.
@lament-of-solitude
"Oh, princess Baptisia, the purple ribbon! I am humble for your proposition, but a slave like me shan't expect rewards." Seventeen bows, but their eyes whispered of longing.
The cameras showed quiet, dead corridors, with the only place of notice being the administration office that Seventeen now points at.
"The office should have a ventrica leading to the Core, but you need an access card. Only high officers carry those, but sadly, the last one of them were mauled not too long ago." the slave points to a break-room ripped to shreds.
"I can show you there since the intercom isn't working."
@the-steelwyrm
Then... show us would you? And I promise, I will take you with me. This place is going down and I don't want to see any of you wretches going down with it. Only we deserve such a fate.
Oh, don't you be a downer, and worry about getting that old thang working; I used to ride them things for fun like wild beetles and I can get 'er moving along with a kick and a punch.
Unless our buddy here thinks he can have a go at it?
@soul-grand-master
"I cannot, sorry." Seventeen says because they missed they weren't the one addressed.
Then, they slowly begin leading the group through dark, ruined corridors. They notion everyone be quiet as the beast is heard prowling through the corridor in front of the lit break-room. It's form can be seen as it crosses past the dim light coming from the slightly opened door.
Now they just had to sneak past. As they were planning on how to do so, another creature bumps into them from behind.
@dead-and-not
Woah, hey! What's goin'on here?!
*yaps the (fairly fluffy) creature(?) whilst they stand properly to grumpily back up enough to cross her arms and glare*
Last I saw, there wasn't a big living clog in here..! *(is added in a slight hiss)*
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*Barely before his time to exit backstage, yet again, the sentinel re-appears, this time dragging a duo of chained... creatures(? they both almost smell like Strelitzia-) with them while declaring,*
Sir! I hate to interrupt, but I found these two slinking around within the Underworks!
@dead-and-not @eternal-voidbound-fire @one-lone-tripod
*more of the Whitewyrm's void spawn? how many young does that thing have? the Steelwyrm motions for the Sentinel to follow him and bring the captured prisoners to the side away from the empty eyes of their parent. or at least he assumes all that, these ones absolutely do look like its children*
Good work, Sentinel, far better work than others of ones kind it would seem, one may be permitted a moment of indulgence on this most joyous day instead of being sent down the surface to war with ones siblings.
Now, little void spawn, We are most aware of ones allies within Our city and what they would want to do. Does one believe that ones so small can truly offer salvation?
... I do not. They lie- hiss, adding, However, the former observer does.
Wh- hold up! Grumbles the smaller of the two, trying to move around the larger (though they cannot as they are harnessed + leashed to said larger 's tail). I thought you mentioned something about the fatso-!
Enough of this! *The sentinel practically barks at the two, then, whilst offering a bow to Steelwyrm and the smoothest possible murmur they could, add,* How do you suppose I handle these troublesome beasts?
As one can see, Sentinel, We are rather busy with this grand affair; the City has not seen a wedding for many many years and this one We do plan to last unlike Our previous attempts at finding suitable mates. We have little time to be dealing with pests and mites such as these; toss them from the Hanging Edge into the battle below. See how long they last when faced with bloody war.
Hm. Very well, then.
*Replies the sentinel, as, all the while, something pokes his (Steel's) mind, as if testing its potential to intrude as the duo is dragged away.*
*Just as swiftly, though, the presence vanishes and the trio exit the space, the largest of the two "beasts" glaring hard and long at the Steelwyrm until out of sight (with their tail tip twitching to and fro out of irritation).*
*Barely before his time to exit backstage, yet again, the sentinel re-appears, this time dragging a duo of chained... creatures(? they both almost smell like Strelitzia-) with them while declaring,*
Sir! I hate to interrupt, but I found these two slinking around within the Underworks!
@dead-and-not @eternal-voidbound-fire @one-lone-tripod
*more of the Whitewyrm's void spawn? how many young does that thing have? the Steelwyrm motions for the Sentinel to follow him and bring the captured prisoners to the side away from the empty eyes of their parent. or at least he assumes all that, these ones absolutely do look like its children*
Good work, Sentinel, far better work than others of ones kind it would seem, one may be permitted a moment of indulgence on this most joyous day instead of being sent down the surface to war with ones siblings.
Now, little void spawn, We are most aware of ones allies within Our city and what they would want to do. Does one believe that ones so small can truly offer salvation?
... I do not. They lie- hiss, adding, However, the former observer does.
Wh- hold up! Grumbles the smaller of the two, trying to move around the larger (though they cannot as they are harnessed + leashed to said larger 's tail). I thought you mentioned something about the fatso-!
Enough of this! *The sentinel practically barks at the two, then, whilst offering a bow to Steelwyrm and the smoothest possible murmur they could, add,* How do you suppose I handle these troublesome beasts?
