06-04-2017, 04:02 PM
The three Liberators stumbled through the underground portal - and into the profound, burgundy stillness of an angry sky. After the chaos of their desperate battle, the contrast was jarring. The air was frozen and heavy - not a breath of wind stirred. The ruddy twilight tasted of mud and lightning. A wave of vertigo crashed down upon them as the laws of nature to which they'd become accustomed warped and bent in this dark new realm; For a moment, all they could do was look.
Less than a hundred meters above the tired Primes a sea of clouds roiled noiselessly like the tangled tentacles of some great, restless beast, dominating the heavens for as far as the eye could see. They glowed with an inner luster, the only light in the sky: the angry purple-red pallor of a bone-deep bruise spilled out over the landscape in inescapable shades of crimson and black, as bright and as dark as the night of a full moon; The piercing black-light spilling from the gate through which they’d just stumbled stabbed violet starbursts across the snow.
The shining gateway had dumped them onto a broad, paved ledge atop a snow-covered mountain, just shy of the summit. It was just one peak of many, the others largely obscured by distance and the quality of the light. They lurked all around, behemoth silhouettes within a sanguine infinity of otherwise-empty space. Not far ahead, the ledge broadened into a concrete dock for a cable-car. The car itself was absent, and the dock empty, but its lines extended out over the yawning abyss of empty space, so high above the base of the mountain that the ground was lost in the haze far below. The cables terminated amid a cluster of pine-trees and boxy snow-dusted buildings clinging to the side of a distant peak. What looked like a ski-lift could barely be seen near the little compound, wending its way down the far-off slope.
Weiss shuddered, the brooding wrongness of the overcast range twisting her stomach. Keldor felt his magic flicker, like a flame in a high wind. His handsome face began to strobe, threatening to reveal his true countenance.
Kopaka had it worst of all. The snow in this shadow-world gave him no strength - quite the opposite; It made him feel ill.
It was the warlock who led the way this time, forcing himself to stand upright and pulling his hood closer around his face.
“E-enough lollygagging! We’re finally here - at the center of Nebula’s power! Come on, you layabouts!”
Not waiting for a response, he marched across the icy tarmac to the docking bay. It was a simple affair: a cement-lined berth with a ramp on one end - presumably for loading and unloading of passengers or cargo - and railings all around. There was no visible control panel, and no other path down the mountain.
“I don’t see any way to call the car,” said Weiss, joining Keldor on the dock.
“That is not our only problem,” growled Kopaka, bringing up the rear. “Look out!”
The Toa pointed up the slope, back the way they'd come, and the other two Primes craned their necks. Something was descending from the summit, switchbacking down the short, steep slope to the ledge on a green-and-grey snowboard with Okor Paleblood's face on the deck.
It was a 12-foot tall yeti, ropy muscles bulging with glowing golden veins. A yeti with ‘TriKy FLipZ’ spray-painted on its massive chest in neon green, shining red eyes, teeth filed to razor-points and purple st elmo’s fire licking at its fur. For the last ten meters or so it entered a barely-controlled fall, spiralling through a gnarly 1080-flip as it plunged towards the tarmac in front of the portal.
Its board exploded when it hit the pavement, and for a moment it looked as though the creature was stunned. Then the yeti's eyes snapped open. It rose to its feet, growling - and the nearby snow began to steam.
Less than a hundred meters above the tired Primes a sea of clouds roiled noiselessly like the tangled tentacles of some great, restless beast, dominating the heavens for as far as the eye could see. They glowed with an inner luster, the only light in the sky: the angry purple-red pallor of a bone-deep bruise spilled out over the landscape in inescapable shades of crimson and black, as bright and as dark as the night of a full moon; The piercing black-light spilling from the gate through which they’d just stumbled stabbed violet starbursts across the snow.
The shining gateway had dumped them onto a broad, paved ledge atop a snow-covered mountain, just shy of the summit. It was just one peak of many, the others largely obscured by distance and the quality of the light. They lurked all around, behemoth silhouettes within a sanguine infinity of otherwise-empty space. Not far ahead, the ledge broadened into a concrete dock for a cable-car. The car itself was absent, and the dock empty, but its lines extended out over the yawning abyss of empty space, so high above the base of the mountain that the ground was lost in the haze far below. The cables terminated amid a cluster of pine-trees and boxy snow-dusted buildings clinging to the side of a distant peak. What looked like a ski-lift could barely be seen near the little compound, wending its way down the far-off slope.
Weiss shuddered, the brooding wrongness of the overcast range twisting her stomach. Keldor felt his magic flicker, like a flame in a high wind. His handsome face began to strobe, threatening to reveal his true countenance.
Kopaka had it worst of all. The snow in this shadow-world gave him no strength - quite the opposite; It made him feel ill.
It was the warlock who led the way this time, forcing himself to stand upright and pulling his hood closer around his face.
“E-enough lollygagging! We’re finally here - at the center of Nebula’s power! Come on, you layabouts!”
Not waiting for a response, he marched across the icy tarmac to the docking bay. It was a simple affair: a cement-lined berth with a ramp on one end - presumably for loading and unloading of passengers or cargo - and railings all around. There was no visible control panel, and no other path down the mountain.
“I don’t see any way to call the car,” said Weiss, joining Keldor on the dock.
“That is not our only problem,” growled Kopaka, bringing up the rear. “Look out!”
The Toa pointed up the slope, back the way they'd come, and the other two Primes craned their necks. Something was descending from the summit, switchbacking down the short, steep slope to the ledge on a green-and-grey snowboard with Okor Paleblood's face on the deck.
It was a 12-foot tall yeti, ropy muscles bulging with glowing golden veins. A yeti with ‘TriKy FLipZ’ spray-painted on its massive chest in neon green, shining red eyes, teeth filed to razor-points and purple st elmo’s fire licking at its fur. For the last ten meters or so it entered a barely-controlled fall, spiralling through a gnarly 1080-flip as it plunged towards the tarmac in front of the portal.
Its board exploded when it hit the pavement, and for a moment it looked as though the creature was stunned. Then the yeti's eyes snapped open. It rose to its feet, growling - and the nearby snow began to steam.
Quote:Portal entered!
Damage Report:
-- Kopaka suffers 3 damage
-- Weiss suffers 2 damage
-- Skeletor suffers 3 damage
Now you face a new challenge! Your new best friend TriKy FLipZ means to stop you from enjoying your stay at this lovely Nebula Ski Resort, and meeting the proprietor. The yeti is by no means a slouch (he's actually quite a dangerous opponent), but the main obstacle will be moving on and progressing down the cable car lines without the car present here to aid you. While you have a giant, angry yeti harassing you.
Once more, you have five days and one post, up to 1200 words to get past your new best friend. Best of luck!