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Post by Jay on Oct 29, 2017 22:51:12 GMT
Non Player Character Seeds of Corruption We have to all make rooms for happy accidents, don't we? The bomb dropped by Sanctuary was massive, covering the land in a blast wave so intense that the it would threaten to cave in the very earth people stood upon. You only heard of things like this in doomsday scenarios - nukes dropped that threatened to end the very Earth. It was cataclysmic in size, covering what seemed to be the greater Sanctuary area in its sphere of influence. And, yet, most impressively, it was precise. Damage centered itself entirely into the largest concentration of the Necropolan scourge, and that ended in disaster for all beings aligned with the dark within it. Humans remained untouched, those of supernatural and artificial origin were variable, but Necropolis' defeat was spelled at the hands of this very large, very costly weapon. At least, it should have been. One particular demonic entity was smart. While these bombs were... unexpected, to say the least, they gave them the tinder they needed to light this fire. And light it they did. From the ashes and sludge of the decimated darklings sprang forth something nearly imperceptible to the human senses. Microscopic organisms, numbering from many to uncountable, flew into the air of Sanctuary. They were fast, faster than most could process, and within microseconds, many were out of the borders of the Capital City. Many stayed within the borders, searching and latching onto various denizens of the human city. And, somewhere in the dark universe of Necropolis, a being marveled at the power of mortals to both save and doom themselves at the exact same time.
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Post by Jay on Oct 29, 2017 23:01:31 GMT
Amitiel It was by the grace of their Goddess Vessatali that Amitiel was even able to maneuver in the all-consuming darkness below. This place was hostile - more hostile than anything the Archangel had ever faced in their eons of life. Never before had they been this close to the source of all Evil.
Yet, here they were, moving to strike at the things around them.
Somehow, they truly believed they were dealing damage to the Lord of Terror. The truth was less than comforting - the angel was only delaying the inevitable, taking on this gigantic foe. Any lesser demon would have been felled by the onslaught, and Vessa's light certainly kept Amitiel's own shining brightly. However, this was still a demon of proportions unseen by the multiverse, and Amitiel was seeing that firsthand.
Yet, they continued to strike, hoping the cyst would give way.
That opened them up to the next attack. A fleshy finger collided head-on with the angel, sending their body falling deeper into the depths of the fleshy prison of this creature's mass. The damage was intense; so damn intense that they let out an audible cry of pain even in their Etheric body. The sound would resonate as a dissonant chime, their light flickering as they tried to recover themselves.
Any further attacks would surely connect, and well... hopefully there was enough divine intervention to save them from this transcendent foe's wrath. Angel neutral good | ageless | sexless Loner。 0
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Post by 0 on Oct 29, 2017 23:29:52 GMT
The sphere reached for the warm light even as it was struck, cut away. Another bump was formed to make another seeking arm, burned off all the same. The nearest flesh nodules were sliced to ashes, more reforming and readying attacks for the offending entity. It was hard going, what with the walls beginning to drip and melt from the mere heat filling the chamber, necessitating a constant reinforcing of the flesh.
Eventually a sizeable dent was made in the bluish sphere, a charred surface telling of the injuries that were being made. A hollow, liquid--or was it plasma?--inside was soon being revealed.
He felt something finally connect with one of his defenses. A chime rang out, and within seconds more tendrils had formed on the edges of the chamber, dulled razors aiming for the source of the noise.
The room's dark gastric acid rose higher, bubbling and bursting like slow, sticky tar.
Almost at the same time, the glowing cyst burst from the onslaught being laid into it. Neon blue fluid sprayed upwards, and a lithe body bolted out from within in the seconds between attacks.
Bright blue, its light far dimmer than the two nearby entities, it left a glowing trail as it zigzagged around the sealed chamber, like a single crack of silent lightning. In an erratic path it dove for the body that had been struck, the sounds that rang out from the heated figure.
The linear figure struck through a few of the tendrils as they, too, headed for the falling body, a couple fleshy tips dropping into the acid with a resounding splash. It sought to pierce the falling body and toss it back over to the other glowing entity, before shooting over to one of the chamber's higher dripping plugs, where it began to clash against the sealing flesh with rebounding, shallow strikes.
The driving tendrils that had been aimed on it collided head-on with the acid, which spilled in a massive fountain into the air, and began to rain down on all within. Many of the dark webs stuck to ceiling and walls were dislodged, and came falling down as well.
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Post by Loner。 on Oct 31, 2017 18:00:27 GMT
Weaponized light once used in offense now reached out to reclaim the falling angel and bring them back to herself.
She didn't have to see the future ahead to know that the tide was changing, and was not an advantage to them.
Her light flared searing hot as a star, as she moved to bring herself and Amitiel out of this necropolis zone and back towards the heavens. It might not look like it yet, but the evil land was even wearing on the goddess by now. Retreat would be best. They could both take the chance to recover, and then if need be come back to continue the fight, to this very moment in time. Jay 0
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Post by murasaki on Nov 1, 2017 17:03:37 GMT
It took a great strain to simply reactivate my optical sensors. Even then, anything I saw was grainy, reduced to grayscale images. Everything was in emergency shutdown; backups were being made to the black box in my chest, unnecessary systems were being shunted to conserve power, and further measures were being made in the name of preservation. I would not die, but there was no more power left to fight with. And dammit all, that was the worst part. The impact crater was a respectable five meters across, maybe two meters deep, leaving me in the center of it, disabled. There was no immediate sign of the monster, but no splatter nor gore either. My actions would not be in vain, however; the operators knew where the demon was heading by now, and even in the chaos, they would fight to the last to defend whatever the beast was heading for. As far as I knew there were no citizens left in this sector, though stragglers were always a possibility. An odd signature in the air was recorded, but stored for later study; I was in no mood nor condition to continue wasting energy on menial tasks. One last burst signal was sent, informing my handlers of my need for repairs, and the world returned to black. Loner。
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Post by Tzuvachyysh on Nov 5, 2017 3:52:15 GMT
In a remote part of the city, less touched by the demon invasion, an inhuman scream could be heard as the anti-magic wave washed over the city -- one not quite human, yet certainly no demon could imitate such a noise. Pinpointing the exact origin was impossible, but nevertheless it happened, possibly scaring anyone nearby. Maggy felt her connection with It* waver and stretch, the delicate balances in the world -- already strained by the otherworldly invasion -- were thrown into absolute chaos. This in turn set off an obnoxiously invisible and long chain assault upon reality, rippling back to The Gate. Its surface roiled and bubbled, threatening to spill its eldritch prisoners over into the current universe. For now, however, they would remain imprisoned, and The Gate returned to itself. But even that split moment of possibility was enough to scare the bejesus out of Maggy. These stupid monkeys -- what the fuck were they doing now?! What cockamine idiocy had they caused now?! her head throbbed, the voices they wouldn't shutup shutup shutUP She was fine. Perfectly fine! Nothing wrong at all. But heads were going to roll for this fuckery. Most certainly, there was going to be hell to pay.
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