#extinxion

Fossil Ghoul “Bone Drone” 2″ Sculpt (In Progress)

Made of dark amber and fossil bone. Extinxion creates and commands the bone drones, each of which is a fragment of his power and will. As servitor creatures they lack Dark Hearts and with them the individuality and autonomy that defines a true Fossil Ghoul. They do, however, possess the supernatural resistance to harm of a Fossil Ghoul and the accompanying vulnerability to DynoGuard Chronite-based technology. 

Extinxion favors humanoid Bone Drones that act as lesser imitations of himself, adorned with a variety of animal-skull heads. Most stand about 9 feet tall and fight either with teeth and claws or with melee weapons made of bone and dark amber.They act as guards, foot-soldiers, and laborers for the Fossil Ghoul cause. 

No One Rules Like the Fossil Ghouls

Poster-style image featuring Extinxion, Lord of the Fossil Ghouls and enemy of the DynoGuard. - FB - DA - Tumblr

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“This body is flawed!” 

Extinxion caught Yorik’s neck with a swipe of his right claw. Yoirk’s head failed to hold to his spine, and popped off, only to be caught in Extinxion’s other claw. York felt himself being throttled and crushed at simultaneously, and let out a piteous gasp.”How did you allow this? Speak, bonehead!”

“You are a thing of magnificence, Lord Extinxion!” Yorik chattered. “What possible flaw could you be talking about?”

“The sun should not make us weak and yet-” Anger flared in the skeletal horror’s flaming eyes. “-I do not appear to be rekilling you despite the fact that nothing would make me happier, explain.”

“I did not smith your body, Lord Extinxion! You are self-made!” Yorik’s body struggled feebly. “It is our master, it is far away and injured, we cannot draw on its power to fight the sun.”  

“Or else it is denying that power to us. An effort to remind me of my place no doubt.” Extinxion tossed Yorik to the ground. The wilderness was darker here, the steep mountain cliffs cast a perpetual shadow, but still Extinxtion felt his strength diminished. He was feeling fatigue a failing of the living, and it disgusted him. “You will commune with it and find out, and deliver my, lets call them firm requests.”

Yorik put his head back on his neck. “I- I think we can infer the master’s will in this instance.”

“You would force me to commune with Apothis myself?” Extinxion chuckled. “And what, exactly, would you use to bind me during the conversation? Your filthy rags? That doesn’t sound promising. You’d really want chains, living metal would do the trick. I’m sure you could find some just lying around in the rocks before I lose my patience.”

Yorik swallowed hard. His disused esophagus creaked as he did. 

“But you are a quick little coward, I’m sure you could stay out of reach the whole time.” Extinxion snapped his jaws. “Aren’t you?”

“You know, Boss, Lord Extinxion, your extreme maleficence? I think it would be best if I undertook the communion, after all. Even an unknowable profane deity gets lonesome. I imagine, and you- you’re not one for chit-chat, so I’ll just, begin the ritual.” 

“See, you’re not a complete lackwit after all.” Extinxion tilted his skull down, giving the impression of a sinister smile. 

Yorik reached a long, bony claw through his own ribs. He rooted about for a few moments, before the claw tapped on the corrupt amber heart at the center of his being. He withdrew his finger. A single drop of yellow-orange amber, now a thick, honey-like liquid, sat in a blob at the end of that claw.

Yorik raised the claw, and let the drop fall into his open mouth. The light in his empty eye socket went black, as his remaining pupil darkened into the same reddish-amber color as the drop he’d just devoured. His pupil split into four lobes like a single cell dividing into two, then four. 

There were three souls on Earth that would not have been terrified by the the sound Yorik was now making. Two of those three beings were in this valley at that moment.  

It sounded like a scream and a cry and a howl were all trying to overpower the others at once, though in some moments the tone sounded like metal against metal and in other moments it almost became words. 

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Yorik stood on the surface of his master’s eye 65 million years ago. No. That was wrong. It was him. He was flying toward the Earth,, free and powerful and hungry.He could feel the rush of solar wind, taste the futile tang of nuclear fallout in the void. A bounty lay before him on a banquet table. 

The air was compacting, heating, turning into fire and then plasma around them. He felt the hunger-like sensations his master felt, he could feel the rising tide of fear from below. 

Then Yorik felt an unseen force catch the time in him, around him, pulling it out of place, turning it into a blade. Time tore through him, An upstart dimension that should hold no sway ripped him from the world. Not all of him, just the important parts, the parts that knew and hungered and now understood agony for the first time in unknown eons. He floated, his head lodged in nothing. 

The mortal trap held him, slowed him to imperceptibility. The prey was still there, but out of reach. Yet he could see. He saw that banquet table laid in his honor, scaled and feathered hands snatching the feast away in greedy, thoughtless, sloppy handfuls.

He tried to hurl himself toward them, to steal back his feast, but he could not. His head was strung in a web of fragile string. Though he could twitch and bite and shake, the lines held. His beak was too dull. He had no leverage. He could only watch. 

He watched as his headless body tumble into the banquet table, spinning and thrashing, scattering the scraps left by the saurians to the floor, ruined and uneaten. 

Hands of wind and rain and sun cleared his motionless body from the table, as other hands set new plates piled high with new dishes to tempt him, the phantom waiters vanished, leaving him to hang, motionless, looking down at the table. He felt hungry as never before.

Then a gloved hand moved form the shadows around the table, and placed a tall glass, filled with a tantalizing liquid in the middle of one of the plates.. Yorik recognized the glass from the first banquet stolen from him. He focused on the glass. There was a claw in it, his claw, sitting at the bottom of the glass like a forgotten garnish. 

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Te journey to the meteor impact had been slow, the human roads took them only so close, but Brach’s roadster, forged in the image of a Monoclonius, was adept at off-road travel, its independently moving treads carrying it to the edge of the cliff Sheriff Horne, Gloria and Brach stood upon.

The monsters had seen them.

The cloaked skeletal figure was already moving away from his own immense effigy. Despite his hunched and awkward appeance he climbed the cliff face with shocking speed.

“Get Gloria back in the transport.” Cora said. She nodded, and her armor extended a helmet over her head, blue metal framing her skull, her horns coated in silver, and her face protected behind a transparent shield.

“What are you going to do?” Gloria shouted.

“Talk to it.”

“You’ve gone mad.” Brach said.

A fossilized claw gripped the cliff’s edge,

“I’m the only one in armor. Get the transport running. At the worst, this will buy you some time.” Sheriff Horne said.

Brach looked at the rising Death’s head beyond the cliff and his hand grabbed Gloria by the shouler and yanked her over his shoulders like a sack of tubers. He ran toward the safety of his vehicle, as ordered.

The skeletal thing rose to its full height.

“You are afraid.” It rumbled. “You are smarter than the mammals.”

“I am Sheriff Cora Horne, DinoKnight of the Order of Scales and Hands.” The armor amplified her voice. With a thought she activated her weapons, a glowing sword of red light and a shield of blue forming in her hands. “I wish to speak to you, but I will defend myself.”

“You will try.” The creature laughed.  “If our technology brought you here somehow, we want to help get you back to where you came from.” She said. “I am that which I bring. I am Extinxion, Lord of the Entropy Legion and servant of Apothis, the Ceaseless Hunger.”

“The meteor.” She said.

“Smarter than the mammals indeed.” Extinxion clicked his jaws. “I have no interest in your help, Sheriff. But I can feel your crimes, your guilt, your evil, and that interests me.”

Cora felt the creature’s eyes burning in her mind, digging for secrets long hidden, seeking something in her, something in the cold, frightened places. Those eyes grew larger, closer, they burned and screamed in her thoughts, and she screamed back, swinging with her sword of light.

The blade cleaved into Extinxion’s head, stopping just before the bottom of the blade reached the tops of his fangs. He froze, and Sheriff Horne did as well. After a short moment, she breathed a sigh of relief.

But the creature’s eyes flared.

“A noble effort, but it is my turn.” Extinxion whipped his head up and to the side, and Sheriff Horne gasped in surprise as the energy blade, which had no mass of its own, yanked her from her feet, lifting her into the air as the blade snapped free of the creature’s head. The world seemed to slow down, as she watched the wound seal itself, leaving no trace of its existence.

The creature’s other hand snapped free of its robe, and caught her, in mid-air, by the tail. In a split second she was snapped into the air, snatched, and smashed into the ground like a sledgehammer, the force sending her bouncing along the ground.

Cora gasped. She had felt the impact through her armor, and the the list of damaged systems scrolling in front of her eyes was too much to take in. She glanced back. Brach was helping Gloria into the transport.

“More time.” She gasped to herself.

“That’s the problem! You’ve stolen too much time!” Extinxion reached down, grabbing her by the throat and hefting her aloft in a stone claw. “You were supposed to feed my master millions of years ago, but your kind had the arrogance to fight back. And so you brought us here, to this place.”

His other hand grasped her right arm, he pulled, and twisted, and wrenched, and she felt metal groan and pop, the sword flickering out of existence. She focused her will, and magnetic locks popped, seams split, and the creature tore free merely the armor from her arm, rather than the arm from its socket. 

“Clever, courageous and determined.  “Sheriff Horne felt the claw crushing her throat, air coming in short, quick gasps. She concentrated on her right hand, moving it toward the storage pouch just over her hip. “But it means nothing. Your evil will be harvested, the humans will be harvested, and we will burn this world to a cinder!”

Sheriff Horne gasped, the scraps of a word escaping her beak.

“What’s that?” Extinxion reached up with his other claw, the talons closed around her helmet and he wrenched it free. Her fingers almost slipped from the pouch, but the closed around her prize despite the scratches left on her skin by the torn helmet. “Last words?”

He released his grip, enough for her to draw her breath in. She focused, the armor surged to life, despite its damage, and she opened her mouth to respond.

Her answer came in a torrent of flame. Cora felt the aegis’s power flow into her cells, the dinobond unleashing the fire in her gut, turning it into a column of fire that engulfed the monster’s head.

Startled, Extinxion stumbled back, losing his grip. She swung her arm in a wide arc, the shard of chronite crystal catching Extinxion in the shoulder. It slid in deep, a surge of electrical energy rippling through the monster’s body, sending it stumbling to its knees at it frantically clawed to remove the weapon in a stuttering, uneven slow-motion.

Horne landed hard as Extinxion rose. He tore the shard from his shoulder and tossed it into the valley behind him. “For that, I’ll have Yorik forge a monster out of your scraps.”

Sheriff Horne struggled to her feet, despite her wounded, unarmored arm and the constant flicker of power through the shattered remains of her aegis. She kept her eyes on the thing before her. She could hear the engine of the transport roaring to life. Brach and Gloria would soon be safe. 

Extinxion swung his cloak open wide. Within it, folds of the ragged material formed a sack. Horne watched in shock as fossilized bones began to fall from the sack’s mouth, rolling to merge with Extinxion’s form. Already he was building a tail tipped with the spiked thagomizer of a stegosaurus, as massive hands with foot-long claws scuttled over him like spiders. He stomped forward, growing more massive with each step.

“Two for the price of one..” Horne said said, as the creature, a tower of crystalline armor and mis-matched fossil weaponry twice as large as it had been before, leaped forward, claws, horns, and fangs bared for the kill. 

Only for the horned front grill of Brach’s transport to slam into the creature’s midsection. The beast glanced off the grill’s side and plummeted gracelessly into the valley below. The vehicle skidded to a stop inches from the cliff’s edge, the cockpit hissing open.

“Don’t just stand there with your teeth showing, get in!” Brach shouted, extending an arm to catch Horne’s undamaged limb. He pulled her into the cockpit, and was already speeding away before the hatch closed.

“I told you to run.” Cora began releasing the locks on her armor, peeling the damaged plates away carefully. “As a civilian, you have to follow my orders in an emergency situation.

“Make me.” Brach shouted in glee. “You spit fire in Death’s face, and I, wham! Rammed him right off the cliff! BAM!” 

“I was lucky.” She gasped. “He dislocated my shoulder. The sword is supposed to just be energy, but he threw me with it. Impossible. And if he could do that who’s to say he couldn’t just tear you apart, you should have followed orders.”

“I’m a civilian, and there’s only four of us left, which means I’m a town elder and a de-facto member of emergency services so stop trying to be the big hero and be glad you’re alive!”

Gloria tried to find a hole in Brach’s logic. Unfortunately, there wasn’t one. “Alright. Thank you for coming to my rescue, Elder Longstride.” 

“Back to the important issues! You can breathe fire?” Gloria shouted. “You’re an honest to goodness dragon?”

“Only in the armor.” Horne gasped. Her ribs were bruised, if not cracked. “The Dinobond... enhances natural ability, certain percent get special abilities. I won that raffle.”

“Armor that unlocks superhuman, er... superdinosovian potential.” Gloria said mostly to herself.

“At least we learned something. The crystals hurt this... Extinxion... too, just, not as much as I’d like.”

“I think I preferred it when he was Death.”

“Me too.” Sheriff Horne looked behind her. “Get us home.”

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Yorik looked down into his lord’s face. Extinxion lay on his back at the bottom of a shallow crater, his battle form already disassembling and crawling back into the bag of bones he hid under his cloak. 

“Not one word, Yorik.” Extinxion growled.

“You’re too humble, Boss.” Yorik cooed, helping Extinxion stand. “You tricked the saurians into showing off the strength of their weapons, such information is invaluable when smithing an army, your strategic brilliance is humbling.”

Extinxion stopped, his frustration and embarrassment fading. He was fortunate to have such a dull, easy-to-please subordinate. He almost felt pity for the fragile toady. “Do not expect praise for noticing the obvious, Yorik! I trust you have all you need now!”

“Yes, Lord Extinxion.” Yorik said. “Of course, I will need your approval to find the raw materials needed to make your army. I can lay out my plan step-by-step, it should only take a day to expl-”

“I care not for the details! Do as you have been ordered!”

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The canyon Extinxion and Yorik had sheltered in, far from human roads, went dark far quicker, the sheer walls casting premature night around them, the sky the only indication that day still lurked outside.  

 Extinxion felt the strength return to his bones as the sun fell beyond the mountains and the sky faded to orange, red and purple. When the last traces of light faded and the stars lit up the sky, he and Yorik watched as a spark flared to life above them. It looked as though someone had scratched the sky and beyond it was a sea of flame. 

The fire grew brighter, and larger, until that scratch became a bolt and that bolt became a fireball. The stone and earth at the meeting of the cliff face and the ground shattered under its impact a hundred paces from where the two stood.

When the dust settled, Yorik was the first to the crater’s edge. He skittered and darted along the shattered earth. At the bottom of the crater was an irregular black shard veined in amber, as tall as a man and half as wide. It was pitted and twisted, to a mortal’s eyes it would resemble a meteorite of iron and yellow crystal, but the iron was bone, the crystal was flesh, and in the largest pits lay three amber hearts, like seeds in a pod.

Yorik turned back to Extinxion in shock. 

“Our master has... given you what you asked for, Lord Extinxion.” Yorik stammered in a mix of glee and confusion.

“It shall regret trifling with my de-”  Extinxion bellowed. “-what did you say?”

“He has sent three dark hearts!” Yorik hopped into the crater, sliding down to the shard to wrap his arms around it. He rubbed his mottled, rotted head against it like an affectionate cat. “And a seed!”

“What sort of seed?” Extinxion asked, looking down into the pit

Yorik plucked the hearts from their alcoves, nuzzling each in turn before slipping it into the dark recess behind his ribs. “A seed of entropy.” 

Yorik threw his head up, and began to chant trilling, halting words. He stooped low, his hands danced over the meteorite’s surface. His claws opened thin cuts, through which sickly orange light bled in literal, florescent drops.  He circled the meteorite, leaving a spiral of glowing, bleeding symbols from bottom to top.  

The earth beneath the spike softened, melting away in the orange ooze like sugar under hot water. The seed shuddered and sank, melting into the ground, glowing hot with lurid orange light as it did. Yorik scrambled out of the pit, 

A crack formed in the earth, the orange glow spreading through it, branching out in twisting, vein-like cracks. 

“You desired shelter, a fortress from which to wage our war, Boss.” Yorik nodded to the cliff-face. The stone had begun to bulge and swell. It was as if the stone itself were festering, sprouting a horrid, glowing boil that was already larger than Extinxion and Yorik combined. 

“And soldiers to fight it.” Extinxion growled.

“And soldiers to fight it.” Yorik pulled one of the hearts from the void within him, holding it high in the light of the glowing rocks. Extinxion could see the dark screaming thing inside, clawing to get out.

The mountainside swelled into an irregular sphere, which popped, folding back in on itself to form an opening. Amber shards grew from the tops and bottoms, forming long, crystalline stalactites and stalagmites. The stone around them turned black and pitted, like the meteor that had spawned it, and the material flowed in defiance of gravity or reason, forming an immense effigy of Extinxion himself, his horns and teeth and eyes made of dark amber, his skull of meteoric iron, growing into the mountain via pulsing vein-like roots. The progress was slow, half the night passed before the face had fully formed. 

“Impressive likeness.” Extinxion said as the two monsters watched heavy iron doors form at the back of the skull’s throat.

“Thank you, Boss, I take pride in my craftsmanship.

“They say no one likes a sycophant, Yorik.”

Yorik gulped. “Do they, Boss?”

“Yes.” Extinxion replied. “And they are wrong.” 

Yorik sighed in relief. “All this is yours, Lord Extinxion, with more to come.”

“And what is it that Apothis desires me to do for the ‘more to come?” 

“A trifle, a pittance, a mere errand.” Yorik chattered. “There are saurians here, brought by the same time-trap that wounded our master. They have something Apothis desires and they wounded him.”

“What is it they have?” Extinxion asked.

“I am unsure of the specifics, but it shouldn’t be difficult to find once you’ve wiped those lizards from the face of this smorgasbord.” 

Extinxion’s eye caught a flicker of light above him. He swung around. On the cliff above stood an armored figure in blue and white and a towering, long-necked creature.with a long tail. 

“Starting with them. I expect?” Extinxion said, pointing to the spies on the ridge.