04-06-2017, 11:44 AM
The Evil Dead Slayer and the Royal Child stood among the mangled bodies of the twisted inhabitants of the moors. Broken, bleeding, oozing viscous, dark fluids, and their eyes still glimmering red, hatefully glaring at the two primes as they tried, desperately, to cling to life long enough to get up again and renew their assault. But they were too broken and defeated for that. And one by one, the piles of broken flesh and corruption sparked and sputtered, flames of a purple hue taking root in their body. Blazing up in a fierce, short-lived conflagration, there was soon naught left but ash, and an echo of their pained wailing on the wind.
Among their remains, the weapons that some of the had wielded remained. Blackened, covered in ash and grime, but still serviceable. Where the sergeant of the group had gone down, there was a small pouch, glimmering with purple light from within.
The gargoyle was beaten down, smashed into the earth and lost to a shower of rubble and dust. Mingling with the mist and fog of the area, the extra particulate in the air made vision and breathing both quite difficult. For several tense seconds, it seemed the great beast was downed, the eerie howling of the wind as it blew away the shroud all that could be heard.
...then it was there. A low, crackling rumble in the ground, and a barely audible hissing growl. The earth bubbled and hissed, steam and a horrid stench rising from it, as a clawed limb burst through the soggy ground, latching onto the rear leg of the scythe-wielding former king. A cry of surprise went up, as the pony was wrenched into the air, the gargoyle's form exploding out of the earth. Wings mangled, half of its face gone, a rear leg broken and rendered all but useless and its tail hanging in ruined tatters. The acidic sludge covering its body ate and burned away at Sombra, even as the dark beast hissed and rounded, swinging the entrapped horse at Revan, hurling him like an improvised missile and sending master and protege tumbling into the trees in a tangled mess of limbs and cloak, covered in burning sludge.
Skeletal, ruined wings spread, as it howled a wordless cry into the air. A shriek of challenge, at the hovering figure above, that had so grievously injured it. A scream of pain at the state of its injuries. A maddened wail of death. A final rattling breath escaped it, as blood finally began to join the thick, acidic sludge oozing from its many wounds. It sagged forward, dropping onto its chest, and lay still. In some last measure of defiance, its wings stood up straight, the spindly bones and ligaments exploding in a shower of shrapnel and acidic bone shards. The entire area was covered in the deadly flechette hail, leaving countless tiny, stinging wounds, hissing with the corrosive ooze coating them.
And then the gargoyle itself caught flame, purple sparks taking it and racing over its corpse as it was consumed. Among the pile of ash when it was gone, there was a small crystal. The size of a fist, pulsing faintly, akin to a heartbeat. The liberator aides of the group would point right to it, as a signature of Nebula's dark power.
Among their remains, the weapons that some of the had wielded remained. Blackened, covered in ash and grime, but still serviceable. Where the sergeant of the group had gone down, there was a small pouch, glimmering with purple light from within.
The gargoyle was beaten down, smashed into the earth and lost to a shower of rubble and dust. Mingling with the mist and fog of the area, the extra particulate in the air made vision and breathing both quite difficult. For several tense seconds, it seemed the great beast was downed, the eerie howling of the wind as it blew away the shroud all that could be heard.
...then it was there. A low, crackling rumble in the ground, and a barely audible hissing growl. The earth bubbled and hissed, steam and a horrid stench rising from it, as a clawed limb burst through the soggy ground, latching onto the rear leg of the scythe-wielding former king. A cry of surprise went up, as the pony was wrenched into the air, the gargoyle's form exploding out of the earth. Wings mangled, half of its face gone, a rear leg broken and rendered all but useless and its tail hanging in ruined tatters. The acidic sludge covering its body ate and burned away at Sombra, even as the dark beast hissed and rounded, swinging the entrapped horse at Revan, hurling him like an improvised missile and sending master and protege tumbling into the trees in a tangled mess of limbs and cloak, covered in burning sludge.
Skeletal, ruined wings spread, as it howled a wordless cry into the air. A shriek of challenge, at the hovering figure above, that had so grievously injured it. A scream of pain at the state of its injuries. A maddened wail of death. A final rattling breath escaped it, as blood finally began to join the thick, acidic sludge oozing from its many wounds. It sagged forward, dropping onto its chest, and lay still. In some last measure of defiance, its wings stood up straight, the spindly bones and ligaments exploding in a shower of shrapnel and acidic bone shards. The entire area was covered in the deadly flechette hail, leaving countless tiny, stinging wounds, hissing with the corrosive ooze coating them.
And then the gargoyle itself caught flame, purple sparks taking it and racing over its corpse as it was consumed. Among the pile of ash when it was gone, there was a small crystal. The size of a fist, pulsing faintly, akin to a heartbeat. The liberator aides of the group would point right to it, as a signature of Nebula's dark power.
Quote:Encounter: Victory!
Darklings successfully destroyed. Battle damage result:
-- Chara: 2 damage; a few minor, superficial injuries
-- Ash: 2 damage; minor injuries, one bleeding wound to the leg from being bitten
-- Sombra: 4 damage; several acid burns and minor injuries from being thrown into the trees
-- Revan: 3 damage; several minor acid burns and tree-related injuries
-- Kanda: 1 damage; superficial injuries from wing flechette
-- Celestia: 2 damage; superficial injuries from wind flechette and acid burns
The darkling sergeant and gargoyle both have spoils for anyone who wants to take/destroy them. You all will have one post each to do so and contend with the aftermath. You have four days to make said post, which may be no more than 600 words.
Also, a note for Sombra: when it says 'you have one post', don't make more than one post. Consider this the only warning to that effect.