Portal Breach: The Collision of Worlds :: v.4.0


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    Re: Seeking

    Post by System on Fri Jul 28, 2017 10:02 pm

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    Re: Seeking

    Post by Universal NPC on Sat Jul 29, 2017 12:44 am

    Impossible is as impossible does. No sooner had the prince been allowed this dizzying glimpse, the entity’s stubby, thick legs kicked once again, and the magma was sent churning. So too, was the obsidian construct dragged along for the ride. Perhaps it was sheer luck, or fate, that allowed the construct to be able to see as much as it did. That its core did not explode prematurely or its plating did not fracture and fall away to the point where it was incapable of observing the mysterious megalithic entity that lurked beneath the demon’s lair.

    but, if it had been intimidating to behold before, that brief kick was powerful enough to send the construct spiraling several miles further down through the mantle. In the process, there was yet another low, rumbling growl that sounded like the very plates of the planet were heaving and colliding into each other. It was deafening like a thunder’s snap right above one’s head, but resonated like an earthquake through the magma. The increased depth sent a web of cracks over the already battered and broken arcane machination, fragmenting the length of its tail into a cloud of black broken glass and leaving a bolt of crackling, static energy to arc from the gaping hole. Another cluster of obsidian scales fell away with another sharp snap and a crash of glass snapping into pieces. By now the rest of the obsidian wurm’s plating simply orbited around the core in small, disembodied clusters of scale-shaped carved obsidian.

    Down, down it tumbled once again, until another shape manifested against the magma like a being emerging from a dense fog. It was long, rising like a great hill of jagged stone. But, therein was the lie, for with a twitch, the hill folded inward, convexing into a slope as it pulled the surrounding magma with it and dragged the construct into yet another trapping vortex. The mass twisted, revealing jagged plating along the underside that steadily rose up to meet the crippled construct. They were like the mountainous spines upon the entity’s back, immense and threatening. Despite how they tapered further down the length of this unknown portion of the entity, they all ended in a curt, harsh peak reminiscent of a cliffside or the un-welcoming peaks of a treacherous mountain ridge.

    It was only when the unnatural landscape shifted did it become clear what this was, as it came to narrowly slip past the construct. This miles upon miles of stretching stone-scape, was a tail. A thick, armored tail. Though as it came to the tip, where one would except it to taper to a tip suddenly broadened into a powerful paddle-like fluke. It rose to meet the construct with a dull, deafening groan of stone upon stone, taking up the entirety of the construct’s view of the entity it had been surveying.

    Though it had only been a flick to the otherwise ignorant being, the construct met its inevitable demise at the being’s tail as it smashed into what remained of its partially destroyed husk. Obsidian shattered, and the core of the drone gave a final keening sigh as the arcane energy was released with a shrill shriek immediately followed by a loud pop.

    It was no more, and with its demise, the demon had lost his set of eyes upon the entity.




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    -The entity has a rocky, jagged outer surface.
    -The entity is massive enough to be mistaken for a mountain range
    -The entity has six, thick, densely armored forelimbs
    -The entity has massive digging claws on the fore limbs, and stubby, hoof-like toes on its six back limbs
    -The entity has a massive paddle-like tail
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    Re: Seeking

    Post by Prixlezub on Sat Jul 29, 2017 12:45 am

    The magma was stirred again by the massive entity, and so too did the prince’s head begin to swim and throb once more. Did this thing ever cease moving? Had it decided to suddenly begin thrashing and kicking the moment he went to investigate it to spite him? No, it could not be so aware, he knew, but damned if it did not feel as if fate was out to make his attempts to figure out what was lurking in the depths beneath his domain utter strife. There was a low rumble and his lip curled into a crinkle grimace, revealing a row of shimmering metallic fangs.

    The moment he figured out what this beast was, he was going to end its existence with the utmost prejudice. So he swore to himself as the construct was tossed once again through the sea of molten magma. There were no new limbs that the demon could discern through his dying drone, nor anything to deduce whether the being was arcane in nature or simply a freak of nature. But, there was a mass that arose from the thick, melted earth. A megalith of some sort? No, a hillock. It resembled one at least, like a rocky rolling hill it rose and arched upward, forcing the construct to be pulled along it as more and more of its scales fragmented and fell away. Though, the prince’s brow rose in surprise as he noticed it begin to bend and curl inward. That was no land-mass, he should have known, but a great, stone tail.

    It whipped about, throwing the helpless obsidian machine this way and that, revealing that it was just as spiny and mountain-like as the rest of the entity as it flicked about. Could this have been some massive proto-beast? Was it a proto-type of life from some forgotten era, akin to a titan? The demon had little time and energy to ponder such matters further through the throbbing pain in his head and the nausea that threatened to throw him to the ground from his already prone state. On top of it all, the tail widened into a massive paddle as the unnatural current dragged the obsidian wurm -or what remained of it- down towards the end of what was presumably a tail.

    It rose, and within moments it collided with the construct. The connection between the demon’s mind and the construct severed the moment it shattered against the stony surface of the entity’s tail, and the visual upon the unknown entity went black.

    With a huff, the prince collapsed to the floor, the stabbing pain in his metallic skull dulling down to a throbbing ache. Black smoke curled from his grill openings, and his eyes flickered briefly as they focused upon the ground. Then, they went dark and the demon allowed himself to roll onto his side. Never had he encountered something so immense, so obviously powerful and ancient. It had to be some sort of prototype beast, some form of leviathan from what he could discern from the visuals that the construct was able to retrieve before its destruction. A great sigh heaved from his ribs and a dense cloud of smoke erupted from his maw and grill.

    It was admittedly tempting, to request the aid of a friend, an ally. But there was a part of him that refrained from standing and sending a messenger. A part of him that recalled what happened when he entrusted such matters in the hands of others. No matter what, when he had someone help him, when he enlisted the aid of others, something went wrong. It was incompetence, apathy, cowardice, even discontentment with the reward of the whole ordeal. If he thought to get others involved... Certainly the only outcome would be disaster or worse. Yet when he handled matters on his own, did they not turn out in his favor? Yes, yes they did. Nearly one-hundred percent of the time, they turned out in his favor in fact. Thus, the prince came to a single conclusion regarding him and his unwanted, obnoxious neighbor:

    This was a confrontation best kept between him and this entity. He had neither patience for the ineptitude of outsiders this time around, nor the interest in picking up after their mistakes.

    He would work alone to rid himself of this entity, or barring that, enslave it to his will. But before he did so, he allowed himself a period of rest. Just a day or two, a short rest to let the throbbing in his mind ease and the burning sensation behind his eyes settle.

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