12-05-2017, 07:58 PM
At the weary Liberators backs, far off in the distance, something exploded.
It was different than the volcanic eruptions ripping through the formerly rime-crusted mountain-range - bigger, brighter, and far more profound. The blast erupted like a flower, cold as moonlight, casting everything in stark white shadows. It sent ripples through the air that were entirely different from the shimmering heat rolling off the melting peaks, tracing arcs and valleys of stillness.
If silence could rumble, that would have been the sound it made. In a wave of gossamer annihilation, it began to unmake Nebula's realm.
Neither Weiss nor Keldor looked back, racing and stumbling across the heaving, disintegrating ledge that offered their only route to the gate. It flickered weakly, the metal ring glinting orange and white, native hues completely washed out by the competing radiances of the end of the world. In the shimmering heat, it almost seemed to be running away.
The ground shook, Lava-flows, almost an afterthought, drew close enough to cook the mud cascading around them into pottery, which promptly shattered into razor-sharp shards. The heat alone began to peel their skin. Numbed by the sheer intensity of a reality that had become a study in sharp edges and pounding pressure, Weiss became dimly aware that her hair was burning.
Screaming, the two Primes plunged through the gate - and into an unfamiliar, irregularly shaped, musty chamber. The smell of reptiles was strong.
Behind them, the portal burned with an actinic flame, vanishing with a sound like a sigh.
It was different than the volcanic eruptions ripping through the formerly rime-crusted mountain-range - bigger, brighter, and far more profound. The blast erupted like a flower, cold as moonlight, casting everything in stark white shadows. It sent ripples through the air that were entirely different from the shimmering heat rolling off the melting peaks, tracing arcs and valleys of stillness.
If silence could rumble, that would have been the sound it made. In a wave of gossamer annihilation, it began to unmake Nebula's realm.
Neither Weiss nor Keldor looked back, racing and stumbling across the heaving, disintegrating ledge that offered their only route to the gate. It flickered weakly, the metal ring glinting orange and white, native hues completely washed out by the competing radiances of the end of the world. In the shimmering heat, it almost seemed to be running away.
The ground shook, Lava-flows, almost an afterthought, drew close enough to cook the mud cascading around them into pottery, which promptly shattered into razor-sharp shards. The heat alone began to peel their skin. Numbed by the sheer intensity of a reality that had become a study in sharp edges and pounding pressure, Weiss became dimly aware that her hair was burning.
Screaming, the two Primes plunged through the gate - and into an unfamiliar, irregularly shaped, musty chamber. The smell of reptiles was strong.
Behind them, the portal burned with an actinic flame, vanishing with a sound like a sigh.
Quote:Skeletor takes 3 damage. (18)
Weiss takes 4. (22)
Kopaka is dead D:
Weiss is a little bit on-fire. Both of you look like you've been attacked by igneous alligators. You're inside that giant bearded skull that you may recall dropping on the portal as you went in, inside a tomb, under a mountain.
Congratulations! You have liberated the Frozen Fields! You may now go about your business, or find someplace to chill and recover. Either way, great job!