Altered Beasts
Jan 6, 2015 0:47:20 GMT -8
Post by JW% on Jan 6, 2015 0:47:20 GMT -8
((IC thread here, still looking for new additions before things get heavily underway into adventuring.))
tsdcv3.proboards.com/thread/5856/altered-beasts-ooc
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The storm that night had been a rough one. The sound of thunder rumbling and lightning strikes coming practically out of the blue had awakened most of the tower and the small town at it's base. At one point a glowing nimbus of flame burst from the highest peak and swirled about creating a spiral of blazing light that lit the ground even as it sliced through dark clouds. The thunder continued, with bright flashes happening in rapid succession. It was only five strikes to the tower in before the structure started to cave and fall. Stones shattered by super heated bolts of ionized plasma, supports failing, entire floors shifting and collapsing in on themselves, and down on the town below.
What had come as a surprise attack soon became an assassination. Everyone touched by the power of the Archon, the great wizard who protected the lands, who lived in this now destroyed tower, felt it the moment he had died. Some locked in place. Some fell to the ground weeping. Others found more stoic means of expressing themselves. Not that they had time for such expressions of grief and loss. As the brief lived storm continued to rage and demolish the upper half of the tower the massive stones crushed many houses and buildings in the town below. It would be sunrise before everyone who still lived was able to pull themselves out and take proper stock of the situation.
Their king was dead, his near omnipotent magic no longer shielding them. But they were alive. And some of them might have been angry.
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Eunectes pulled himself up onto the dock, the river that ran by the tower having taken only a few blocks of stone, though it had shattered a barge that had arrived the day previous. The burly dockworker stood, if one could say he was standing, barely four foot tall, but as he gripped the deep sunken poles and flexed his lower body he pulled a mass of coils behind him. Wrapped within them were some of the goods he had managed to free from that barge. He released them on the dock and lay there a moment, before lifting himself up on his thick arms and looking up at the shattered tower newly lit by rays of the breaking dawn.
A deep breath inflated his chest and body and he sighed. He felt weary, but shoved that from his mind.
"Tend to these crates." He told one of the surviving dockworkers who was standing beside him. "These are the last of them that can be salvaged, and I'm afraid that wet grain is going to spoil rather than feed anyone." He pushed himself away from them, his long serpentine lower body shifting and moving to his command. The unique gifts the Archon had given him had allowed him to see through the murk of the river even as the shattered barge and fallen stone blocks had stirred muck about. Now he wiped his face and made to move toward the tower. He didn't know how much damage had been done, but he saw people milling about with injuries. What had been the center of a small kingdom was now simply the largest group of refugees.
"I'm heading to the tower." He said gruffly. "We need to get organized, in case there's another attack, and I need to report what's happened here. There's not enough boatage to transport everyone if we panic, and I mean to keep people from panicking." Now that our head has been cut off he added in bitter silence.
With that he pushed himself towards the tower at a brisk pace, his body low to the ground and leaning forward as was most natural with the locomotion befitting one of the 'cursed' such as he was. A Naga, a member of the Fey race, magically altered to adapt to aquatic environments. There were many who were touched by magic here, the Archon's presence practically breathed magic, and his servants were stronger because of it. Nobody, however, was quite sure what they would do now that the Archon was gone, leaving only these people as his legacy.
tsdcv3.proboards.com/thread/5856/altered-beasts-ooc
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The storm that night had been a rough one. The sound of thunder rumbling and lightning strikes coming practically out of the blue had awakened most of the tower and the small town at it's base. At one point a glowing nimbus of flame burst from the highest peak and swirled about creating a spiral of blazing light that lit the ground even as it sliced through dark clouds. The thunder continued, with bright flashes happening in rapid succession. It was only five strikes to the tower in before the structure started to cave and fall. Stones shattered by super heated bolts of ionized plasma, supports failing, entire floors shifting and collapsing in on themselves, and down on the town below.
What had come as a surprise attack soon became an assassination. Everyone touched by the power of the Archon, the great wizard who protected the lands, who lived in this now destroyed tower, felt it the moment he had died. Some locked in place. Some fell to the ground weeping. Others found more stoic means of expressing themselves. Not that they had time for such expressions of grief and loss. As the brief lived storm continued to rage and demolish the upper half of the tower the massive stones crushed many houses and buildings in the town below. It would be sunrise before everyone who still lived was able to pull themselves out and take proper stock of the situation.
Their king was dead, his near omnipotent magic no longer shielding them. But they were alive. And some of them might have been angry.
~~~
Eunectes pulled himself up onto the dock, the river that ran by the tower having taken only a few blocks of stone, though it had shattered a barge that had arrived the day previous. The burly dockworker stood, if one could say he was standing, barely four foot tall, but as he gripped the deep sunken poles and flexed his lower body he pulled a mass of coils behind him. Wrapped within them were some of the goods he had managed to free from that barge. He released them on the dock and lay there a moment, before lifting himself up on his thick arms and looking up at the shattered tower newly lit by rays of the breaking dawn.
A deep breath inflated his chest and body and he sighed. He felt weary, but shoved that from his mind.
"Tend to these crates." He told one of the surviving dockworkers who was standing beside him. "These are the last of them that can be salvaged, and I'm afraid that wet grain is going to spoil rather than feed anyone." He pushed himself away from them, his long serpentine lower body shifting and moving to his command. The unique gifts the Archon had given him had allowed him to see through the murk of the river even as the shattered barge and fallen stone blocks had stirred muck about. Now he wiped his face and made to move toward the tower. He didn't know how much damage had been done, but he saw people milling about with injuries. What had been the center of a small kingdom was now simply the largest group of refugees.
"I'm heading to the tower." He said gruffly. "We need to get organized, in case there's another attack, and I need to report what's happened here. There's not enough boatage to transport everyone if we panic, and I mean to keep people from panicking." Now that our head has been cut off he added in bitter silence.
With that he pushed himself towards the tower at a brisk pace, his body low to the ground and leaning forward as was most natural with the locomotion befitting one of the 'cursed' such as he was. A Naga, a member of the Fey race, magically altered to adapt to aquatic environments. There were many who were touched by magic here, the Archon's presence practically breathed magic, and his servants were stronger because of it. Nobody, however, was quite sure what they would do now that the Archon was gone, leaving only these people as his legacy.
