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Post by Talon on Apr 16, 2008 22:46:56 GMT -5
It was here, that the Corruptor was conceived by The Sorrow. It was here that he began to spread his twisted reign over the cosmos. It was here where he created the Shoggoth race, the Spawn of Cthulu. This is where it all began. This-
"Enough goddamn dialogue! You gonna help me with this or what?!" Draethik shouted.
The mottled entity looked up, his mouth-tendrils slapping against his chest. Draethik stood not too far from him, holding the unconscious Mortis in his clawed grip, scowling. The robed Shoggoth sighed, then nodded his head towards a stone altar about 10 feet away. Draethik nodded in return, then placed Mortis on the center of the altar, stone tendrils curling out and binding the wyrmling's limbs.
"Never thought I'd be able to see the son of Bagan himself." The tentacled being muttered.
Draethik shrugged, scoffing.
"Hurry up with the summoning. His 'friends' may be closer than I thought originally." The chitinous entity barked.
The robed entity sighed, shaking his head as he stepped before the altar, then raised his clawed hands and began to chant in an ancient tongue, the speech of the Shoggoth, a language able to drive the mortal mad by merely hearing it.
"Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn, Cthulhu fhtagn. Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn, Cthulhu fhtagn!" The tentacled being chanted.
A pillar of dark-purple light shout out from the center of the altar, directly through Mortis's heart, and as the pillar expanded, the wyrmling began to howl in agony. Draethik chuckled to himself, then touched the spot on his forehead where the gem used to be.
If those b*stards show up.... I'll be at a disadvantage... He thought.
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Post by Azure_Ghidorah on May 20, 2008 21:30:03 GMT -5
Both Solranous and Kisara groaned as they woke up from being teleported by Vazaad. The dragon got to his feet, but was feeling very disoriented.
"goddamnit... So dizzy..." The dragon moaned, clutching his head and stumbling somewhat.
Kisara, for whatever reason, was not under this same dizzyness, at least, not to the extent Solranous was.
"Where are we..." She suddenly gaped at where they were, "Oh... my... god..."
(OOC: I'll leave descriptions up to you, Talon.
Solranous: Why am I so dizzy!? @_@
Azure: Another thing you can curse your old enemy about.)
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Post by Talon on May 20, 2008 21:42:25 GMT -5
Shive appeared next to the others, but sadly, on his head rather than his feet.
"I'm gonna kill that little sh*t for that..." He groaned, slumping forward onto his knees.
The three new arrivals found themselves on a massive chunk of rock resembling the Floating Island from their dimesnion, but someewhat smaller. The sky, well, more like the 'distance' was a murky mix of blue and gray, with roils of flame, gusts of wind, globs of water, and other multiple forms of water strewn about in the seemingly zero-g environment (but the gravity is normal on any landmass).
Draethik and the robed Shoggoth turned around, and Draethik snarled angrily.
"B*stards! How'd you find us?!" He screamed, fists clenching.
The Shoggoth rolled his eyes, continuing the chant as the pillar piercing Mortis's heart continued to expand, the poor wrymling's pained screeches finally hitting Shive and the other's ears. Draethik growled again, before taking a threatening step forward, assuming a defensive stance if need be. Yet, if one looked closely enough, his eyes seemed to glance from side to side nervously. Shive ignored the astral entity as he stared at Mortis in open-mouthed horror, then finally snapped to his sense and charged forward, screaming,
"LET HIM GO NOW!!!"
Draethik side-stepped into Shive's path and decked the dragonkin, sending him flying backwards and away from the 10-foot diameter stone altar.
"Sorry, but I kinda need him to summon Dogolas for me real quick. After that, you can have his corpse." Draethik hissed.
A 'grin' spread across his face as he continued,
"You know... for sentimental reasons."
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Post by Azure_Ghidorah on May 20, 2008 22:04:47 GMT -5
"Not if I can help it," Solranous growled, focusing enough on Draethik to charge a Spirirt Rocket and launch it...
Except that it fizzled out just before it reach it's target, to everybodies' surprise.
"W-what?" Solranous gasped, stumbling again. "What is with this realm that effects me so?" he asked lowly, hoping Draethik didn't hear.
"Don't worry about fighting him, stop that tentacled freak!" Kisara called, standing between him and Draethik and drawing her staff while she glowed with mag energy.
"R-Right..." Solranous nodded, then turned his gaze to the Shoggoth and focused on his vocal cords (Note: Assuming he has them, if he doesn't, change vocal cords to the term of whatever allows him to speak) and started clenching his fist, preventing them from performing their function and hopefully stopping the spell in its tracks before it was too late.
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Post by Talon on May 20, 2008 22:15:13 GMT -5
The Shoggoth kept chanting until he realized the words weren't coming out, and he paused, lowering his arms. Draethik cocked an 'eyebrow' and asked,
"Hey! Why'd ya stop?!"
The Shoggoth pointed to his throat, flailing his arms and trying to speak. Draethik's eyes narrowed, and he stomped over the the tentacled humanoid.
"Don't stop now, you idiot! You'll f*ck up the spell!"
The Shoggoth, slapped his forehead, then jabbed a claw at Solranous.
He's interfering with my vocal cords. He stated to the mutinous avatar telepathically.
"Oh. Why didn't you say so?!" Draethik barked.
The look the Shoggoth gave him made Draethik 'sweatdrop'.
"Oh yeah. Um." Draethik muttered, turning around.
He rushed forward and swatted Kisara aside, before going to slam his knee into Draethik's face. However, Shive took the hit and recovered as quickly as he could, punching Draethik back.
"Oh no you don't!" The dragonkin growled.
Draethik snarled before grabbing Shive by the face with both claws, then exuded as much pressure as possible on the dragonkin's skull. An audible cracking sound echoed through the area, and Shive collapsed, blood leaking from multiple points on his head before Draethik kicked him off to the side.
Meanwhile, through Mortis's cries of pain, he managed to glance off to the side through his tears of agony, and they widened as they saw Kisara and Solranous.
Th-they came back for me?! He thought, shocked.
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Post by Azure_Ghidorah on May 20, 2008 22:32:49 GMT -5
"Ya!" Kisara cried after she recovered and charged at Draethik. She procceeded to bat him around somewhat with her staff as fast as she could, knowing that if she gave him one second's time to retaliate, she may very well die from said retaliation. While she attacked, she tried to force him away from Solranous, so as to keep him from disrupting the dragon's already delicate concentration. She wasn't doing any damage at all with her blows, thanks to Draethik's chitin, but then she charged up the resovoir of Mag Energy Onyste had graciously donated to her.
"Take this!" With that, she threw a beam of Mag energy that lifted Draethik off his feet and threw him away. He was then pelted by a large amount of smaller blasts, which manage to scorch his chitin, and break a tiny bit off, butno more...
But for a human, that was pretty impressive. As Draethik recovered, Kisara backed away and charged another beam, ready to blast him back more, hopefully to another landmass. Not to mention she was also aiming for that little recess where the gem used to be, maybe she could cause some brain damage if she hit him there...
Solranous cringed when he say the pain Shive had just gone through to protect him from Draethik. He was grateful, he knew that in this state, he would have lost his grip, and the Shoggoth would have been able to continue the spell had that blow connected with him.
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Post by Talon on May 20, 2008 22:44:42 GMT -5
Draethik snarled, and prepared to rush forward to strike the woman, when he abruptly stopped, eyes widening. The Shoggoth had been impaled by what looked to be a sinuous, forest-green tentacle emerging from the portal in Mortis's chest, the wyrmling now either unconscious or dead, for his eyes were open and glazed over, a trickle of blood oozing from his open maw. The Shoggoth choked before he sucked in on himself, the matter going into the tendrils and some unknown souce within the gateway.
Draethik shuddered as a titanic roar echoed throughout all of Pandemonium, and a familiar chitinous head emerged forth from the pillar of energy, his two purple eyes boring into the hearts, minds, and souls of all who saw them.
Dogolas had returned.
"Wait a second... something's not right here..." The Echelon stated, scratching his head with a tendril.
The tentacled abberation was only about 20 feet tall, from the beginning of his tail to the top of his head.
"Aw crap." Dogolas muttered, dishearted.
His head jerked up as Draethik bellowed a challenge, rushing towards Cthulhu as energy crackled about his form, about to impact... only to stop dead in mid-air. Dogolas leaned forward and stared back into Draethik's eyes.
"I may not be anywhere near full power, but that doesn't mean I can't make you wish you were never let out of Yog-Sothoth..." He roared.
Draethik screamed as hundreds of tendrils erupted from Dogolas's chest, wrapping around his avatar and pulling him closer as contact with the limbs seemed to wither Draethik. Nazo's former opponent began screaming even louder as he seemed to 'melt' into Dogolas's chest, eventually becoming assimilated. Dogolas let out what could've been considered a 'burp' then sighed, shaking his head. He paused, then glanced over at the three non-natives of Pandemonium.
"Eh... hello? Who're you three?"
((In this state, he's not much stronger than Armageddon was...))
The abberation narrowe dhis eyes after not getting an explanation, but merely sighed, glancing around. He paused when his gaze fell upon the altar beneath him, and his eyes widened.
"The son of my previous harbinger? Alive? Hrmm. He was used to summon me here, I suppose. I guess that means he helped me return, in a way... shame he's dead now."
The entity shook his head, then paused as what could be consdiered a grin spread across his vertical maw. He leaned down to Mortis as a tendril shot out into Mortis's bloody chest-wound, sprouting smaller tendrils from the main. The smaller tendrils began reparing the wound by pumping violet energy into the corpse, until the wound was closed and Dogolas tugged it free. Mortis's chest began to rise and fall again with tired breaths, and Dogolas nodded, tossing the wyrmling to Solranous (who hopefully caught him).
"The son of my strongest creation shall not go unawarded. Now get outta here! I don't like being seen in this pathetic state!" He snarled.
He jabbed a tendril at the four, and they were hurled back to the Material Plane. Dogolas sneered, muttering,
"Now I have some groveling to do for my brother, it seems..."
He then walked into the air, dissapearing completely.
((End thread, me guess))
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