Re: Epic Clash Final Round - Mnemonocyst Bearers
01-23-2011, 11:42 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Schazer.
Glere hit the ground running, the pounding of hoofbeats some ways off. As it turned out, Glere had had the pleasure of accommodating Bar’tel since their fateful meeting – he still had all the cute rings and amulets and everything! None of which provided appreciable protection against Enders, so the Fishbowlkin settled for a rather burly lizardman instead who Glere recalled gloating about his dragoness mother (before he tripped on a piano wire and fell on Glere’s javelin collection).
The Fishbowlkin stopped as something rumbled beneath him, extracted a hobby horse, and took off at a gallop, Keegan closing in behind. A fireball whistled by, but the follow-up one was stopped by something erupting from the mnemonocyst with a sigh of fog. Glere turned, and gazed up at the huge archway, its surface twisted and slowly shifting in the haze. The Ender reined back his mount, gazing up at the architecture pulled from his memories.
“Aw man… it’s a propylaeum…”
“A who what now?” Glere shouted back, before hurriedly whispering something into the hobby horse’s ear to calm it down. It proved skittish even after that, so the bowl-headed lizardman put it away and joined Keegan under the enormous arch. It was the right scale for a fifty-foot Ender to stroll through, and Keegan’s second fireball had been dragged to its centre. It swirled and coiled upon itself, far above the Ender and the Fishbowlkin.
Glere rapped his scaly knuckles upon the seemingly semi-molten stone, while Keegan considered setting him alight. Trouble was, he stood on the other side of the portal, though whether it was deliberate care or not on Glere’s part was impossible to tell.
“Heh,” sniggered Keegan as Glere dramatically but ineffectually struck the stone with a sledgehammer. The dark little creature summoned several fireballs with snaps of his fingers, and juggled them as he tossed each in turn at Glere. “You don’t-“The Ender hurled a fireball “-break these-“ the second, like the first, hit a barrier and was sucked toward the little vortex of flame above “-stupid-” Glere stepped forward from the safety of the fire-absorbing propylaeum, and deftly grabbed the ball of fire in an enchanted glove he’d found “- you charge-“ Keegan was surprised when the weird lizard-guy with the cloak tossed back a grenade, but took it in his stride “-them up-“ The Ender was juggling three grenades, while Glere had the fireballs “-until-“ Keegan swiftly tossed the live grenades at Glere, who threw his own juggling apparatus behind him into the portal and caught the bombs “-they open!”
With surprising agility, Glere somersaulted backwards to safety; the grenades hit the fleshy floor, and exploded. Keegan scowled approvingly when his pillar of fire got sucked into the portal; the Fishbowlkin absent from its blast zone. Both of them looked up to the vortex, but its diameter had only increased by a foot or so. They watched the whirlpool collapse in on itself after a time, and blink out. The stone archway persisted, its peak still with a bit of mist swirling around it.
“So you’re in a fight as well?”
“Who’s asking?”
“I’m Keegan.”
“I’m… whatever you’d care to call me, really! Or Glere for short.” Glere doffed his head and took a bow. Keegan smirked, though it was more of a smouldering glare. Replacing his head with a pop and crack, Glere jabbed a thumb at the portal. “So where does this pro-wrestler-majiggy take us if we open it?”
“It’s a propylaeum, stupid. It’s not gonna take us anywhere, because I’m not big enough.”
“Ah, but where would it take us?”
Keegan scowled. “Somewhere boring, probably. Then I’d haveta destroy everything so there’s nothing interesting left, and then I’d have to dig a deep hole and go to sleep and - are you even listening!?”
“Oh yes, it’s fascinating,” Glere replied with horizontal earnestness, scribbling notes while reclined on a couch. “But aren’t you a little on the small side to go carving out the core of a planet?”
“I already told you I’m not big enough!” The Ender stamped his foot, leaving a festering burn on the rubbery ground beneath. The lizardman not possessing the flame resistance to survive Keegan’s spontaneous combustion spell, Glere extracted an old suit of armour as the demon glowered, “there’s no need to rub it in…”
The Fishbowlkin raised his hands in a placating gesture, approaching the Ender a bit more cautiously than before. “Sorry, terribly sorry. But!” His feet performed a clanking jig, albeit one hampered by the soft ground and armour. “Hear me out here, Keegan. If size is the problem, why don’t – why don’t you go to subterranean, magma-mole-man town on this planet!? Ok, that was a crazy plan, even by my standards,” confessed Glere, quailing a little under Keegan’s disgusted expression, “but standing around here’s boring! So what would you like to do, hmm? I’m all ears, mostly figuratively speaking, and all up for a game if that’s your thing!”
“I could go and kill Teival, I guess,” Keegan muttered, without any real enthusiasm. “What kind of game’re you thinking of?”
“How about… bingo?”
Glere hit the ground running, the pounding of hoofbeats some ways off. As it turned out, Glere had had the pleasure of accommodating Bar’tel since their fateful meeting – he still had all the cute rings and amulets and everything! None of which provided appreciable protection against Enders, so the Fishbowlkin settled for a rather burly lizardman instead who Glere recalled gloating about his dragoness mother (before he tripped on a piano wire and fell on Glere’s javelin collection).
The Fishbowlkin stopped as something rumbled beneath him, extracted a hobby horse, and took off at a gallop, Keegan closing in behind. A fireball whistled by, but the follow-up one was stopped by something erupting from the mnemonocyst with a sigh of fog. Glere turned, and gazed up at the huge archway, its surface twisted and slowly shifting in the haze. The Ender reined back his mount, gazing up at the architecture pulled from his memories.
“Aw man… it’s a propylaeum…”
“A who what now?” Glere shouted back, before hurriedly whispering something into the hobby horse’s ear to calm it down. It proved skittish even after that, so the bowl-headed lizardman put it away and joined Keegan under the enormous arch. It was the right scale for a fifty-foot Ender to stroll through, and Keegan’s second fireball had been dragged to its centre. It swirled and coiled upon itself, far above the Ender and the Fishbowlkin.
Glere rapped his scaly knuckles upon the seemingly semi-molten stone, while Keegan considered setting him alight. Trouble was, he stood on the other side of the portal, though whether it was deliberate care or not on Glere’s part was impossible to tell.
“Heh,” sniggered Keegan as Glere dramatically but ineffectually struck the stone with a sledgehammer. The dark little creature summoned several fireballs with snaps of his fingers, and juggled them as he tossed each in turn at Glere. “You don’t-“The Ender hurled a fireball “-break these-“ the second, like the first, hit a barrier and was sucked toward the little vortex of flame above “-stupid-” Glere stepped forward from the safety of the fire-absorbing propylaeum, and deftly grabbed the ball of fire in an enchanted glove he’d found “- you charge-“ Keegan was surprised when the weird lizard-guy with the cloak tossed back a grenade, but took it in his stride “-them up-“ The Ender was juggling three grenades, while Glere had the fireballs “-until-“ Keegan swiftly tossed the live grenades at Glere, who threw his own juggling apparatus behind him into the portal and caught the bombs “-they open!”
With surprising agility, Glere somersaulted backwards to safety; the grenades hit the fleshy floor, and exploded. Keegan scowled approvingly when his pillar of fire got sucked into the portal; the Fishbowlkin absent from its blast zone. Both of them looked up to the vortex, but its diameter had only increased by a foot or so. They watched the whirlpool collapse in on itself after a time, and blink out. The stone archway persisted, its peak still with a bit of mist swirling around it.
“So you’re in a fight as well?”
“Who’s asking?”
“I’m Keegan.”
“I’m… whatever you’d care to call me, really! Or Glere for short.” Glere doffed his head and took a bow. Keegan smirked, though it was more of a smouldering glare. Replacing his head with a pop and crack, Glere jabbed a thumb at the portal. “So where does this pro-wrestler-majiggy take us if we open it?”
“It’s a propylaeum, stupid. It’s not gonna take us anywhere, because I’m not big enough.”
“Ah, but where would it take us?”
Keegan scowled. “Somewhere boring, probably. Then I’d haveta destroy everything so there’s nothing interesting left, and then I’d have to dig a deep hole and go to sleep and - are you even listening!?”
“Oh yes, it’s fascinating,” Glere replied with horizontal earnestness, scribbling notes while reclined on a couch. “But aren’t you a little on the small side to go carving out the core of a planet?”
“I already told you I’m not big enough!” The Ender stamped his foot, leaving a festering burn on the rubbery ground beneath. The lizardman not possessing the flame resistance to survive Keegan’s spontaneous combustion spell, Glere extracted an old suit of armour as the demon glowered, “there’s no need to rub it in…”
The Fishbowlkin raised his hands in a placating gesture, approaching the Ender a bit more cautiously than before. “Sorry, terribly sorry. But!” His feet performed a clanking jig, albeit one hampered by the soft ground and armour. “Hear me out here, Keegan. If size is the problem, why don’t – why don’t you go to subterranean, magma-mole-man town on this planet!? Ok, that was a crazy plan, even by my standards,” confessed Glere, quailing a little under Keegan’s disgusted expression, “but standing around here’s boring! So what would you like to do, hmm? I’m all ears, mostly figuratively speaking, and all up for a game if that’s your thing!”
“I could go and kill Teival, I guess,” Keegan muttered, without any real enthusiasm. “What kind of game’re you thinking of?”
“How about… bingo?”
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clouds is shaky love | broke as hell but i got a bunch of ringtones
eyes blood red bruise aubergine | Sue took something now Sue doesn't sleep | saint average, day in the life of
woke up in the noon smelling doom and death | out the house, great outdoors
staying warm in arctic blizzard | that's my battle 'til I get inanimate | still up in the same clothes living like a gameshow