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Artemis says, "You are so high maintenance, Tharvis, gosh."
Tecton says, "It's still your fault, Tharvis."
obligatory "if it bleeds, we can kill it". Come at us, brospawn.
Go on, @Sartan: Tell Mhaldor they have to kill it.
- With sharp, crackling tones, Kyrra tells you, "The ladies must love you immensely."
- (Eleusian Ranger Techs): Savira says, "Most of the hard stuff seem to have this built in code like: If adventurer_hitting_me = "Sarathai" then send("terminate and selfdestruct")."
- Makarios says, "Serve well and perish."
- Xaden says, "Xaden confirmed scrub 2017."
The ground shudders violently as grating tremors, accompanied by the faintest of whisper of moist passage, ripple over the area before all is still once more.
Slowly yet inexorably, an unbearable pressure builds in the air.
A disconcerting concerto of rock grating agonisingly against itself cascades over the city moments before a vicious shock bursts forth from the earth in a tumult of heaving stonework.
[My Mudlet crashed here. Restarted. If anyone has what I've missed, I'd appreciate it!]
The southern city earth sags with confounding, aberrant malleability, creating a yawning depression from which oozes a coagulation of incomprehensible matter.
With startling alacrity, a tendril lashes out from the mass of writhing matter and coils around the imposing form of the Zarathustran eagle. Before the great avian can respond, the clasping spiral splits into a dozen replicas, grounding the abruptly helpless guardian.
A defiant cry emanates from the great guardian as he attacks the spawned tendrils that bind him with enraged ferocity.
The enraged shriek of an eagle pierces the air.
Cruel spikes adorned with serrated edges emerge from the lashes binding the eagle, digging ruthlessly into his vulnerable flesh and feathering.
Striking back in maddened desperation, the cornered guardian tears at the multitude of pallid eyes that cover the ever shifting-surface of the chaos spawn, winning itself a modicum of freedom as his bonds loosen.
Deepest Stygian night steals over the land as the symbolic hourglass empties and turns, ready to begin a new day.
[14th of Ero 691AF]
Taking the meagre opportunity, the eagle gathers his talons and launches upwards with a desperate thrust of his powerful legs. As he clears the grasp of the lashing spawn, a few beats of battered wings sees him aloft.
The mordant spawn casts its plump, barbed tendrils about, seeking its elusive prey and tearing the orderly city around it apart in the process, its aberrant form rapidly obscured by the haze of dust that forms in the wake of his hunt.
With an ominous shudder, the protean form of the Horror's spawn folds in on itself before sprouting a great pair of translucent moth wings. It launches its improbable self into the air with a hideous sucking sound, seeking its prey in the skies.
As the Horror's spawn rises from the Ashtan streets, the Zarathustran eagle folds his wings to meet the abomination in a free-falling dive, rending at the inchoate form with talon and mandible and stunning strikes from its great wings.
Despite the efforts of the brave guardian, every rend and slash is filled with amorphous ooze, each sundered feature replaced by another.
Indifferent to the onslaught, the fluctuating form of the spawn engages, and encroaches inexorably upon the Zarathustran aspect, slowly enveloping the protesting avian in its ever-changing, undefinable mass.
The desperate cries of the guardian eagle are utterly consumed along with its struggling form, superseded by the ghastly rasping of grinding bones before complete silence descends.
A thunderous rumble screams across the city, the very ground reverberating with its alien pitch.
Its abhorrent undertaking complete, the spawn plummets from the firmament to the defenceless city below.
[Confusion and spam everywhere, eventually we go fight it.]
[Death message.]
The surface of the Spawn of the Unnamable Horror bubbles excitedly as thousands of black spikes stud its surface. In one powerful movement the spikes are expelled simultaneously into the sky, casting a foreboding shadow over the area. The spikes drop the ground, cutting large and bloody holes through anyone standing in the way.
Kinley has been slain by the Spawn of the Unnamable Horror.
[Being a cheeky git.]
[Probe description of spawn while awaiting immolation.]
An enormous amorphous creature oozes and sloshes over everything that comes across its path. Dozens of eyes and mouths cover its loathsome mass and it seems to devour everything in its focus, whether it be animal, mineral, or vegetable.
The Spawn of the Unnamable Horror almost glows with nearly god-like power.
He has 85% health remaining.
He weighs about 400 pounds.
You see nothing in it.
ugh.
And you won't understand the cause of your grief...
...But you'll always follow the voices beneath.
You guys still wanna bash this stuff?
Penwize has cowardly forfeited the challenge to mortal combat issued by Atalkez.
- With sharp, crackling tones, Kyrra tells you, "The ladies must love you immensely."
- (Eleusian Ranger Techs): Savira says, "Most of the hard stuff seem to have this built in code like: If adventurer_hitting_me = "Sarathai" then send("terminate and selfdestruct")."
- Makarios says, "Serve well and perish."
- Xaden says, "Xaden confirmed scrub 2017."
Penwize has cowardly forfeited the challenge to mortal combat issued by Atalkez.
This fuckin guy.
I expect in 2012 AF, there's going to be mini-Spawns that emerge and go off to colonize Aetolia and Imperian unless we kill them on Mount Nicator.
Jhui inclines his head politely at Dameron, the Prince of Chaos.
Dameron, the Prince of Chaos says, "Gentlemen."