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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>The Wind picks up and seems to ripple over the snow, banks building up on the side of the building as the snowfall from before rages on into a full blown storm. The whisper and whistle confuse all the sounds, while the shrieks from above and glimmers of silver become both louder and nearer, so those that look up can see what seem almost like...winged forms! |
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| + | Inside, Randel and those souls who have braved the stench are halted, not by anything yet except what seems to be a wall of darkness, a globe that expands outward from the creature below, whorling blue spirals cover the surface like on a soap-bubble but inside is only blackness. The maniacal laughter that comes from inside seems to rend and pulse, shivering through your skulls with fear and need, somehow forcefully dredging up memories not your own, of hanging from the gibbets at dawn, endless plains of cold and snow, blanketed by ice born out of hate and a desire for nothingness. Hammering you with despair as those just inside the building gaze on the menace before them. "How DARE you interrupt me at Feast!" Roars outward from the shadow of the Beast, the tarps around all shiver and seem to pull away, some with limbs stripped of skin pulling at themselves to get away, another you can barely make out, seems to have a noose around his neck and is gasping for breath, his head at an odd angle, while he throws up wetly and tries, tries to get away...to claw the wall for escape.<br> <br>With only Cyrus behind him, Anbessa cannot help but flinch back from the booming, intimidating voice from within the darkness in front of him and Cyrus as the wind blows into the hole they stand in front of, him jerking his gun upwards after he takes a fearful step back! But after a moment, his foot catches on the floor, and he resteadies himself. "Nrrgh! Screw your feast!" His fear quickly gives way into rage at the mere thought of this... Whatever it is, making HIM flinch! His voice booms even through the floor as he shouts out in return. "Gonna make you CHOKE on what you're coughing up!" With his boast booming back, the comfort of his stock meeting his shoulder only bolsters his intent as he steadies it towards the blob of darkness. Whatever this thing is, this fight is ON! With his heart pumping, and his pupils shrinking, he savors the sensation of adrenaline coursing through him as he steadies his aim towards the giant bubble of darkness in challenge.<br> <br>Cyrus wraps her arms around Anbessa and pulls him back to her soft embrace, startled by the shout but reassured with Anbessa here. "It's okay dear, he's not near us, but we should head inside soon to help," she said in a calming voice. She paused and frowned. "Well, you should at least. I'm too weak to be of any help. This damn heat has my head in a twist. I go in there I'm sure I'll just lift my tail and present myself." She drew out a tentacle and strokes the human's back, trying not to let her lustful thoughts take control of her. "I might be able to help you get up and in though, be the only useful thing I've done today."<br> <br>Still holding her nose, Core fumbles her Power Gator out of her work jacket, scrambling to get the container open, and takes a very hasty swig. She looks around the tower interior, for a moment wistfully imagining all the things she could do with bedsheets and pillows (no, not THAT - well okay, maybe a little, she is a Talakai after all), but just sighs and clips the ARK to her work jacket. "Seguro," she says into the comm - as loudly as she dares, and facing away from the two-way radio - "get me over to the rest of you! I found something that should help, but I need to be closer." As she speaks, she moves towards one of the room's exits, readying herself to run outside so Seguro can grab her, while grimacing worriedly at the sound of unfamiliar flapping wings overhead.<br> <br>Seguro sighs as cores voice come over the coms, radioing back over the com shi replies "I can try the weather is getting bad for flying. Make sure you an Ben are ready to go when I get there, and keep an eye on the sky you may have company soon." Seguro fishes in hir pocked for the pair of X-Ray Specs shi had bought as a gag, shrugging hir shoulders, the dragon switches the unit on. Lifting off Seguro heads on the direction of the watch tower.<br> <br>"Feast? Feast?!" the enraged draconic beast says in venomous distain. Randel looks around as the tarps are pulled off, showing the dead and dying around it. There are too many to get at and save. He's thought this nightmare out before. It is a damned if you do, damned if you don't situation. He almost breaks down in tears right there; his is a doctor for a reason, not a real fighter or soldier than can be heartless when needed. "Damn you!" is roared out, not as loud as the other monster in the room, but still filled with emotion, "I'll fucking feast on YOUR body! And rape your corpse back to live and do it again, and again!" Over the comm Randel almost yells, "We have a bad situation! Dead and dying in here. Need medics NOW!" After that he charges on all fours, using claws to dig into the ice, but would be slowed by any bodies that are in the way.<br> <br>Benjamin hears the the request for pick up from Core just as he manages to compose himself, wiping the last of his up turned mean with the back of his hand. "Guh... So gross..." He says as he readies himself to join Core in joining the rest of the group. He reaches out his right hand do Core as he sees her, ready to leap as soon as she was ready and when Seguro arrived. The rest of the group needed assistance and he was not going to be stuck up here while they fought whatever beast they faced alone. "Come on we need to get down there fast."<br> <br>Thelergramor continues to hang upon the wall; somewhere not too far from Randel's entryway. He reamins less than concerned while the blood drips from his left hand; should probably be more worried. The stench, well, having overcome it already, the fox just ignores it. As Seg takes off, he climbs up to the lip of the ledge; peers into the room. "The fuck is that?" A slight slip is all that prevents him from getting up there immediately.<br> <br>Laughter comes out of the darkness, the marble growing large as one after another you look to it, voices in your head, the tiny whispering claws of fear scratching at the doors of your mind. Whorls of light, electric blue and brightening pass over the surface of the globe, coming to the surface and submerging once more, each new symbol a fresh assault on yourmind, your senses. The wet rending noise from inside grows more needful, the hushed whisper of fearful crying broken by fearful cries and pleas for mercy | ||
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| + | Above the great flapping comes closer and large, dark balls fall down, each landing below, some with a heavy weighted *thunk* and others with the tink of metal when they hit a shard of glass, (+roll Perception and if you get 9 or higher, +roll Evasion. Everyone.)<br> <br>The balls are of glass and metal, each one with a lit fuse coming out of the top and glowing brightly as it shortens. They land all over, carpet-bombing the area with an almost musical sound, shards of broken glass sticking out of each of them, some at the base of the tower itself and some on the roof with heavy thunks, rolling slowly downward onto the catwalk, and a few even going inside to land beside Thel and Randel. | ||
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The Wind picks up and seems to ripple over the snow, banks building up on the side of the building as the snowfall from before rages on into a full blown storm. The whisper and whistle confuse all the sounds, while the shrieks from above and glimmers of silver become both louder and nearer, so those that look up can see what seem almost like...winged forms!
Inside, Randel and those souls who have braved the stench are halted, not by anything yet except what seems to be a wall of darkness, a globe that expands outward from the creature below, whorling blue spirals cover the surface like on a soap-bubble but inside is only blackness. The maniacal laughter that comes from inside seems to rend and pulse, shivering through your skulls with fear and need, somehow forcefully dredging up memories not your own, of hanging from the gibbets at dawn, endless plains of cold and snow, blanketed by ice born out of hate and a desire for nothingness. Hammering you with despair as those just inside the building gaze on the menace before them. "How DARE you interrupt me at Feast!" Roars outward from the shadow of the Beast, the tarps around all shiver and seem to pull away, some with limbs stripped of skin pulling at themselves to get away, another you can barely make out, seems to have a noose around his neck and is gasping for breath, his head at an odd angle, while he throws up wetly and tries, tries to get away...to claw the wall for escape.
With only Cyrus behind him, Anbessa cannot help but flinch back from the booming, intimidating voice from within the darkness in front of him and Cyrus as the wind blows into the hole they stand in front of, him jerking his gun upwards after he takes a fearful step back! But after a moment, his foot catches on the floor, and he resteadies himself. "Nrrgh! Screw your feast!" His fear quickly gives way into rage at the mere thought of this... Whatever it is, making HIM flinch! His voice booms even through the floor as he shouts out in return. "Gonna make you CHOKE on what you're coughing up!" With his boast booming back, the comfort of his stock meeting his shoulder only bolsters his intent as he steadies it towards the blob of darkness. Whatever this thing is, this fight is ON! With his heart pumping, and his pupils shrinking, he savors the sensation of adrenaline coursing through him as he steadies his aim towards the giant bubble of darkness in challenge.
Cyrus wraps her arms around Anbessa and pulls him back to her soft embrace, startled by the shout but reassured with Anbessa here. "It's okay dear, he's not near us, but we should head inside soon to help," she said in a calming voice. She paused and frowned. "Well, you should at least. I'm too weak to be of any help. This damn heat has my head in a twist. I go in there I'm sure I'll just lift my tail and present myself." She drew out a tentacle and strokes the human's back, trying not to let her lustful thoughts take control of her. "I might be able to help you get up and in though, be the only useful thing I've done today."
Still holding her nose, Core fumbles her Power Gator out of her work jacket, scrambling to get the container open, and takes a very hasty swig. She looks around the tower interior, for a moment wistfully imagining all the things she could do with bedsheets and pillows (no, not THAT - well okay, maybe a little, she is a Talakai after all), but just sighs and clips the ARK to her work jacket. "Seguro," she says into the comm - as loudly as she dares, and facing away from the two-way radio - "get me over to the rest of you! I found something that should help, but I need to be closer." As she speaks, she moves towards one of the room's exits, readying herself to run outside so Seguro can grab her, while grimacing worriedly at the sound of unfamiliar flapping wings overhead.
Seguro sighs as cores voice come over the coms, radioing back over the com shi replies "I can try the weather is getting bad for flying. Make sure you an Ben are ready to go when I get there, and keep an eye on the sky you may have company soon." Seguro fishes in hir pocked for the pair of X-Ray Specs shi had bought as a gag, shrugging hir shoulders, the dragon switches the unit on. Lifting off Seguro heads on the direction of the watch tower.
"Feast? Feast?!" the enraged draconic beast says in venomous distain. Randel looks around as the tarps are pulled off, showing the dead and dying around it. There are too many to get at and save. He's thought this nightmare out before. It is a damned if you do, damned if you don't situation. He almost breaks down in tears right there; his is a doctor for a reason, not a real fighter or soldier than can be heartless when needed. "Damn you!" is roared out, not as loud as the other monster in the room, but still filled with emotion, "I'll fucking feast on YOUR body! And rape your corpse back to live and do it again, and again!" Over the comm Randel almost yells, "We have a bad situation! Dead and dying in here. Need medics NOW!" After that he charges on all fours, using claws to dig into the ice, but would be slowed by any bodies that are in the way.
Benjamin hears the the request for pick up from Core just as he manages to compose himself, wiping the last of his up turned mean with the back of his hand. "Guh... So gross..." He says as he readies himself to join Core in joining the rest of the group. He reaches out his right hand do Core as he sees her, ready to leap as soon as she was ready and when Seguro arrived. The rest of the group needed assistance and he was not going to be stuck up here while they fought whatever beast they faced alone. "Come on we need to get down there fast."
Thelergramor continues to hang upon the wall; somewhere not too far from Randel's entryway. He reamins less than concerned while the blood drips from his left hand; should probably be more worried. The stench, well, having overcome it already, the fox just ignores it. As Seg takes off, he climbs up to the lip of the ledge; peers into the room. "The fuck is that?" A slight slip is all that prevents him from getting up there immediately.
Laughter comes out of the darkness, the marble growing large as one after another you look to it, voices in your head, the tiny whispering claws of fear scratching at the doors of your mind. Whorls of light, electric blue and brightening pass over the surface of the globe, coming to the surface and submerging once more, each new symbol a fresh assault on yourmind, your senses. The wet rending noise from inside grows more needful, the hushed whisper of fearful crying broken by fearful cries and pleas for mercy
Above the great flapping comes closer and large, dark balls fall down, each landing below, some with a heavy weighted *thunk* and others with the tink of metal when they hit a shard of glass, (+roll Perception and if you get 9 or higher, +roll Evasion. Everyone.)
The balls are of glass and metal, each one with a lit fuse coming out of the top and glowing brightly as it shortens. They land all over, carpet-bombing the area with an almost musical sound, shards of broken glass sticking out of each of them, some at the base of the tower itself and some on the roof with heavy thunks, rolling slowly downward onto the catwalk, and a few even going inside to land beside Thel and Randel.
