Re: The Savage Brawl [Round 2: Giant's House]
03-21-2010, 08:52 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Not The Author.
Ekelhaft - 'Avatar of Decay.' 'Destroyed everything.' Causes insanity by proximity. Acidic. 'Teeth and stuff.' Need more data.
"In a word?"
Gormand's eye lazily traversed his equatorial belt, limbs flowing around to fill the emptiness it it's wake. This somehow failed to affect his speech or movement. It nearly made a full orbit, but slid to a halt three-quarters of the way on it's journey, aligning with the skeletal sorcerer.
"Probably."
There was a short pause as Gormand collected his thoughts. Konka Rar, apparently unpreturbed by the aforementioned anatomical implausibility, took the opportunity to look skeptical.
"There's no reason not to believe it would work. The Virus has never failed before."
If he hadn't already slowly turned to face the necromancer, Gormand would've done so now. He made do with a dramatic pause.
"Not once."
Konka Rar's expression of disbelief merged, for a fraction of a second, with one of surprise, and perhaps a bit of worry. "Yet you have doubts?"
Despite lacking any form of respiratory system, the meatball sighed. "I take it you haven't noticed you're still a lich."
"I'm still a li...? Ah! You're afraid you'll go insane before Ekelhaft is... infected."
"Precisely." Gormand's eye began a second orbit of his waist. "There is a solution, but I'm not sure I'm suited to fight that thing in the first place." The foodbeast rubbed his chin; at least, where his chin would have been, had his eye not wandered off. "Can't strangle it, can't strike it effectively it, no structure to speak of. Touching it at all is probably a bad idea."
By this time, they were much closer the presumed kitchen door, if still not quite there. The pair of combatants had significantly closed the gap between themselves and Hoss as well, though they were still separated by at least a couple of 'regular-sized' paces. The undead rat and it's riders were but a speck in the distance, and Ziirphael and Ekelhaft were still out of sight. Most of us were underground during the transition, and we didn't seem to move much. Perhaps they are atop the table.
Once again, Gormand's vision came to rest upon Konka Rar. "I don't suppose you've had any luck with your magical or technological arts?"
There was a small space of hesitation before the lich answered. "...Less than I would like. It seems to... suppress magic somewhat." His vaguely downcast expression brightened a little. "Lasers seem to work, though."
The meatball swiveled , gazing at the heavily clad mechanical man ahead. "Perhaps he will be of some help, then."
His one eye narrowed. "This time, at least."
"In a word?"
Gormand's eye lazily traversed his equatorial belt, limbs flowing around to fill the emptiness it it's wake. This somehow failed to affect his speech or movement. It nearly made a full orbit, but slid to a halt three-quarters of the way on it's journey, aligning with the skeletal sorcerer.
"Probably."
There was a short pause as Gormand collected his thoughts. Konka Rar, apparently unpreturbed by the aforementioned anatomical implausibility, took the opportunity to look skeptical.
"There's no reason not to believe it would work. The Virus has never failed before."
If he hadn't already slowly turned to face the necromancer, Gormand would've done so now. He made do with a dramatic pause.
"Not once."
Konka Rar's expression of disbelief merged, for a fraction of a second, with one of surprise, and perhaps a bit of worry. "Yet you have doubts?"
Despite lacking any form of respiratory system, the meatball sighed. "I take it you haven't noticed you're still a lich."
"I'm still a li...? Ah! You're afraid you'll go insane before Ekelhaft is... infected."
"Precisely." Gormand's eye began a second orbit of his waist. "There is a solution, but I'm not sure I'm suited to fight that thing in the first place." The foodbeast rubbed his chin; at least, where his chin would have been, had his eye not wandered off. "Can't strangle it, can't strike it effectively it, no structure to speak of. Touching it at all is probably a bad idea."
By this time, they were much closer the presumed kitchen door, if still not quite there. The pair of combatants had significantly closed the gap between themselves and Hoss as well, though they were still separated by at least a couple of 'regular-sized' paces. The undead rat and it's riders were but a speck in the distance, and Ziirphael and Ekelhaft were still out of sight. Most of us were underground during the transition, and we didn't seem to move much. Perhaps they are atop the table.
Once again, Gormand's vision came to rest upon Konka Rar. "I don't suppose you've had any luck with your magical or technological arts?"
There was a small space of hesitation before the lich answered. "...Less than I would like. It seems to... suppress magic somewhat." His vaguely downcast expression brightened a little. "Lasers seem to work, though."
The meatball swiveled , gazing at the heavily clad mechanical man ahead. "Perhaps he will be of some help, then."
His one eye narrowed. "This time, at least."