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Alisandra did her best to be patient, and lead the beast gently, but nothing seemed to change, and she got increasingly frustrated until she finally tossed the rope to the ground and turned to the mule, muttering about showing it what tight really was. She was as caught up in her thoughts as usual, and only paid a passing mind to her surroundings, and Lilssath's abrupt state of concern.
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Freed from the tugging on the rope, the mule backs up and away, it's eyes rolling in its head, its ears flat, and it's teeth bared as it lets out a terrified whicker.
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This is definately not good... the psion thinks to himself as he quickly motions to his friends to get under cover while he points out the cave where the leviathan beast seems to be quickening.
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"Step back, there's something breaking through!" Lilssath hisses as he notices the crumbling sand to his left. He makes a step to place himself between his fragile fellows the ... the whatever was about to break through. The rush of adrenalin turned his scales into bright red. With every beat of the heart a wave of black runs over his skin. Pulling the bow string fully, he's ready to fire an arrow at every threat that might break through.
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Alisandra watched as the mule laid is ears back and retreated slowly, obviously scared of something. She looked around, but couldn't see what it was, and was getting increasingly irritated. The idea that there might be something there, and not knowing what, was difficult to bear.
The the other two seemed to noticed something as well, looking increasingly alert and preparing to fight. She cursed at not knowing what it was, but knew better than to make a fuss about it. Instead she followed the mule to the rear, behind the other two, and pulled the filter from her face in order to be able to speak as clearly as possible. She took a firm grip on the spear she had been using as a walking stick, and raised it in a defensive stance. "What is it? Where?" She muttered softly, careful to keep her voice low. |
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Even Alisandra's scattered attention is drawn to the half-burried hole in the cliff face when a low, whining drone sets up. A pair of motled grey, blade-like appendages, both several feet long, burst through the sand, grasping for purchase to pull he rest of the creature's bulk through. Lilssath's arrow flies into the darkness, but the thing carries on regardless.
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Reaching into the ether, Tuthmoises sculpts a hideous form from ectoplasm which he directs to attack the monstrosity that confronts them. Pulling on his body's own reserves, the psion feeds his own life force into his creation, hoping that this will allow the creature to last long enough to provide cover for him and his companions.
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As the monstrous creature breaks trough the first arrow disappears in the darkness - missing the creature. Lilssath quickly draws another arrow steps back, shots the arrow and draws a second one, and shots this as well. But both fail to hit. |
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As the ectoplasmic beast coalesces out of the air and Lilssath's arrows bounce of the rock and sink into the sand respectively, the claws heave again and the entrance to the tunnel gives way, freeing the creature which takes to the air in a shower of sand. It's nine foot carapace's warning colours faded to patchy grey and mottled pinky-orange, it's once irridecent wings dull and matt as they carry it aloft with a terrible drone. Seemingly unbothered by the hot sun, it hovers for a moment, before it's dull, eroded eyes fix on the movement below and it's straight, pointed stinger twitches menacingly.
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Looking at the monster slowly breaking through Lilssath tries to recall wehter he had ever seen or heard a beast like that. Sitll covering the Alisandra releases another volley of arrows. |
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Examining the horrible thing that had just appeared, Alisandra took a step back with a appalled look on her face. She announced loud enough for the group to hear. "It looks like it was giant wasp but.....not anymore. It's dead, and still moving. I don't know what did this, whether some sort of magical taint in this area, or the deliberate act of necromancy, but it an undead thing now. Don't bother trying to drive it off, it's a waste of time. It won't stop until you smash and hack it to pieces. Or until it kills us all."
Grimacing with revulsion at the unnatural thing, never having been comfortable with the idea of dead things walking about and not acting dead, she swiftly centred her mind and began speaking a word. The complex syllables formed in her mind, including the fragments for wasp, undead and attacking them, along with a whole lot of subtle nuances too involved to describe. She finally opened her mouth and uttered the tongue-twisting combination. |
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Heeding Alisandra's warning, Tuthmoises bids his creature to shamble forth and smash the abomination with all the force he can muster. For his own part, the psion concentrates and a chime can be heard in the minds of his companions as a blue crystal appears before his outthrust palm and streaks skyward towards his target.
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Flicking it's body upwards to avoid the first arrow, the second strikes true on the creatures thorax, disappearing to the fletching. The creature seems unconcerned about the hole, and to hardly notice the jagged slice of crystal that wizzes past it. Alisandra's attempt to change the universe against is thwarted by the complexity of it's changed nature.
__________________Focusing on the creature obviously charging it, the vermin lashes out with it's sting, which glances off the hardened ectoplasm of the construct. The construct itself is more sucessful, its blunt, misshapen fist smashing a hole into the hollow interior of the creature's abdomen. |
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