Re: Mini-Grand 5111 [Round 2: Greenport, Massachusetts]
12-06-2011, 10:01 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Ixcalibur.
It was the back of a local shop, though you would have a hard time recognising it as such. The air was thick with smoke from the selection of dribbly black and blood red candles which were perched upon every flat surface available. Dotted around the place here and there, were bones. Most of them were animal bones and kind of obviously so, though on the black velvet draped table/altar there was unmistakably a human skull.
A couple of tables had been upturned by the single most noticeable things inside the room. A pair of massive monsters, leathery skin stretched taut over bulging muscle, awful twisted horns, sickly yellow teeth; ragged but sharp as razors and mostly prominently a pair of huge twisted claws that could probably slice through metal. They flanked a man in a bloodstained black robe. His head was bald, his face scarred, his expression dour.
At the doorway a pair of initiates, only recently inducted into the esoteric brotherhood of the ebon night, nervously stared at their leader, and the beasts that flanked him; the monstrosities under his complete control.
“Go.” The Grand Master instructed his students. “More must be sacrificed. We are so close. So near to our end goal, but before we get there this dull little town will run red with blood.”
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Rannus had quickly established that the most mana-efficient way to dispose of the monsters which were assailing him was through the use of a propulsion spell; specifically to propel an uprooted cobblestone through the vulnerable heads of the creatures. As soon as they dropped to the ground, they dissolved back into the mists that they had formed from.
The streetlights did little to illuminate the foggy streets. The houses which Rannus passed, those that he could see, he could not help but notice were barricaded, almost as though the residents here were used this and had been expecting it. Old scratches in brickwork and on doors testified to this. To an observer, not that anyone would be able to observe through this thick mist, it might have appeared that he was moving at random. In truth he had come up with a spell to detect traces of other worlds and was using it to move towards Batman and Kay. This situation was getting worse and worse, and he needed as much help as he could get if he was going to save the people of this town from two simultaneous disasters.
As he approached his fellow combatants location he could sense salt in the air, hear the sound of the ocean, and not to mention the sound of combat. As he approached the pair he readied a series of spells to aid his potential allies, but he found that he did not need them and let them disperse. Despite their otherworldly inclinations the cultists that Batman and Kay were up against were still just humans and they went down to a sword stabbed through their chest, or several heavy blows from Batman. The street on which they stood was lined with bodies, and in the distance Rannus could sense others retreating, clearly they had not been expecting a pair of experienced warriors. Their leader had ordered them back, and planned to strike again, perhaps the next time in a manner neither of the warriors would see coming.
Kay and Batman, having run out of foes, high-fived one another triumphantly. It was an action initiated by Batman, and Kay for a second thought her new ally had turned on her. Rannus strode up to the pair; Kay’s hand was quickly on her sword, ready to draw on the being she remembered being introduced to as an adversary.
“We have a problem.” Rannus said flatly. “You may have noticed that before the mist enveloped this town the remains of the vehicle from our previous location hanging above the town. This can only be maintained for a limited amount of time, and though it is clear that the magical mists, the monsters that emerge from them and of course these sickly people who you were in the midst of combating are all threats, I believe that the plane may be a more urgent threat and I would like to request your assistance in dealing with it.” The wastelander and the ghost stared at Rannus as though he had been speaking a different language. While it was true he had been speaking quickly he had merely been trying to get across the facts in the absolute bare minimum amount of time that was necessary to do so. He opted to try again.
“People are in danger.” He said. “I need your help.”
It was the back of a local shop, though you would have a hard time recognising it as such. The air was thick with smoke from the selection of dribbly black and blood red candles which were perched upon every flat surface available. Dotted around the place here and there, were bones. Most of them were animal bones and kind of obviously so, though on the black velvet draped table/altar there was unmistakably a human skull.
A couple of tables had been upturned by the single most noticeable things inside the room. A pair of massive monsters, leathery skin stretched taut over bulging muscle, awful twisted horns, sickly yellow teeth; ragged but sharp as razors and mostly prominently a pair of huge twisted claws that could probably slice through metal. They flanked a man in a bloodstained black robe. His head was bald, his face scarred, his expression dour.
At the doorway a pair of initiates, only recently inducted into the esoteric brotherhood of the ebon night, nervously stared at their leader, and the beasts that flanked him; the monstrosities under his complete control.
“Go.” The Grand Master instructed his students. “More must be sacrificed. We are so close. So near to our end goal, but before we get there this dull little town will run red with blood.”
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Rannus had quickly established that the most mana-efficient way to dispose of the monsters which were assailing him was through the use of a propulsion spell; specifically to propel an uprooted cobblestone through the vulnerable heads of the creatures. As soon as they dropped to the ground, they dissolved back into the mists that they had formed from.
The streetlights did little to illuminate the foggy streets. The houses which Rannus passed, those that he could see, he could not help but notice were barricaded, almost as though the residents here were used this and had been expecting it. Old scratches in brickwork and on doors testified to this. To an observer, not that anyone would be able to observe through this thick mist, it might have appeared that he was moving at random. In truth he had come up with a spell to detect traces of other worlds and was using it to move towards Batman and Kay. This situation was getting worse and worse, and he needed as much help as he could get if he was going to save the people of this town from two simultaneous disasters.
As he approached his fellow combatants location he could sense salt in the air, hear the sound of the ocean, and not to mention the sound of combat. As he approached the pair he readied a series of spells to aid his potential allies, but he found that he did not need them and let them disperse. Despite their otherworldly inclinations the cultists that Batman and Kay were up against were still just humans and they went down to a sword stabbed through their chest, or several heavy blows from Batman. The street on which they stood was lined with bodies, and in the distance Rannus could sense others retreating, clearly they had not been expecting a pair of experienced warriors. Their leader had ordered them back, and planned to strike again, perhaps the next time in a manner neither of the warriors would see coming.
Kay and Batman, having run out of foes, high-fived one another triumphantly. It was an action initiated by Batman, and Kay for a second thought her new ally had turned on her. Rannus strode up to the pair; Kay’s hand was quickly on her sword, ready to draw on the being she remembered being introduced to as an adversary.
“We have a problem.” Rannus said flatly. “You may have noticed that before the mist enveloped this town the remains of the vehicle from our previous location hanging above the town. This can only be maintained for a limited amount of time, and though it is clear that the magical mists, the monsters that emerge from them and of course these sickly people who you were in the midst of combating are all threats, I believe that the plane may be a more urgent threat and I would like to request your assistance in dealing with it.” The wastelander and the ghost stared at Rannus as though he had been speaking a different language. While it was true he had been speaking quickly he had merely been trying to get across the facts in the absolute bare minimum amount of time that was necessary to do so. He opted to try again.
“People are in danger.” He said. “I need your help.”
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