Alalia watched as Darkheart moved off, and hoped that she would be left alone to sit quietly until she stopped hurting. She wasn't used to being in pain, as she was usually the one who was inflicting it, and she found that she did not care for it at all. The dull throb in her head was especially bad, as it seemed to fill her whole skull and there was no obvious wound she could pinpoint as the source.
The cat-girl groaned softly in response as Morsereg snarled at her, then watched him move on through half-shuttered eyes. It seemed as though she would not be allowed to rest after all. Reaching up, she found a handhold protruding from the stone wall and hauled herself to her feet, her usual grace and agility deserting her.
Bringing up the rear of the group, Alalia stumbled through the mist, one hand holding her aching head, the other stretched out in front of her to make sure she didn't run into anything and add to her growing collection of bumps and bruises.
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Grimacing beneath his helm, Krevster trudged on, planting his feet very carefully with each step. In the poor visibility, there was no way that he was going to be dancing on the unknown footing like Jerem was.
The coiling mist urged him to take shallow breaths. A slight sense came that if the mist was a live in some way, inhaling it would be tempting fate. Much to Krevster's chagrin, inhaling was not optional. He ganced left and right frequently, alert as was the soldier's profession, but held his experience of the maleveloent danger to himself.
On an instinct, he kept close to Morsereg, having no intentions of being seperated by the appaling visibility. As it was obvious they were nearing the waterfall, he felt it wise to check something.
'Running water?'
The coiling mist urged him to take shallow breaths. A slight sense came that if the mist was a live in some way, inhaling it would be tempting fate. Much to Krevster's chagrin, inhaling was not optional. He ganced left and right frequently, alert as was the soldier's profession, but held his experience of the maleveloent danger to himself.
On an instinct, he kept close to Morsereg, having no intentions of being seperated by the appaling visibility. As it was obvious they were nearing the waterfall, he felt it wise to check something.
'Running water?'
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Jerem stumbled only once as he raced to the waterfall, and the wall to the side of it. As he neared, the mist seem to clear slightly, allowing the torchlight to define a massive tunnel entrance to the right of the falls. Perhaps fifteen feet high, the tunnel loomed like the throat of a gigantic beast, waiting to swallow those foolish enough to set foot within deep into the darkness of it's stomach. Quickly as it was revealed, the mist again thickened, sweeping across the cavern entrance and dimming the light once more.
Jerem stopped between the tunnel and the falls, turning back to his companions. Waving the torch in one hand to urge them on, and pointing towards the falls, he shouted something that was hardly heard over the rush of falling water and the rumble of it dashing itself endlessly on rock and whatever else was at the bottom of the hole.
"Hurry ... ... must ... ... this way! ... ... path ... ... ... water! We ... down ... ... tunnel ... ! ... way ... sure death! ... Come ... me ... ... tells me ... bring you!"
He continued to shout, his mouth forming the words even as the rushing water tore them away from his companions' ears.
Mist swirled around Jerem, suddenly parting before the entrance to the tunnel. Tentacles reached swiftly from the tunnel entrance, gripping Jerem's torch arm and both legs. With horrifying swiftness and strength, the foot-thick tentacles ripped Jerem nearly in half, spraying blood into the air. The tentacles dragged the gravekeeper quickly back to the tunnel entrance, where the torch, still held in a death grip, revealed the maw of a monstrosity.
Jerem was tossed into a mouth full of razor sharp teeth. The mouth, set in the front of a body that looked nearly oval, was easily large enough to fit two or three men standing. The body looked nearly identical to that of a centipede, except that there were no eyes, and there were six tentacles set a few feet back of the mouth. The creature looked to be nearly twelve feet tall, with no way to tell how long it could be.
The torch was swallowed along with the pieces of Jerem, and the mist again swirled in front of the monstrosity. In the shadowy, mist-filled darkness, hundreds of feet could be heard contacting the ground as the beast rushed forward for dinner.
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As Jerem was torn to pieces and eaten, something brushed against Krevster's mind. In the same manner as had happened earlier, a thought formed in his mind, obviously alien, obviously from some exterior source. Only two words were 'heard' in Krevster's mind, in a tone that could only be called exultant.
Prove yourself.
Jerem stumbled only once as he raced to the waterfall, and the wall to the side of it. As he neared, the mist seem to clear slightly, allowing the torchlight to define a massive tunnel entrance to the right of the falls. Perhaps fifteen feet high, the tunnel loomed like the throat of a gigantic beast, waiting to swallow those foolish enough to set foot within deep into the darkness of it's stomach. Quickly as it was revealed, the mist again thickened, sweeping across the cavern entrance and dimming the light once more.
Jerem stopped between the tunnel and the falls, turning back to his companions. Waving the torch in one hand to urge them on, and pointing towards the falls, he shouted something that was hardly heard over the rush of falling water and the rumble of it dashing itself endlessly on rock and whatever else was at the bottom of the hole.
"Hurry ... ... must ... ... this way! ... ... path ... ... ... water! We ... down ... ... tunnel ... ! ... way ... sure death! ... Come ... me ... ... tells me ... bring you!"
He continued to shout, his mouth forming the words even as the rushing water tore them away from his companions' ears.
Mist swirled around Jerem, suddenly parting before the entrance to the tunnel. Tentacles reached swiftly from the tunnel entrance, gripping Jerem's torch arm and both legs. With horrifying swiftness and strength, the foot-thick tentacles ripped Jerem nearly in half, spraying blood into the air. The tentacles dragged the gravekeeper quickly back to the tunnel entrance, where the torch, still held in a death grip, revealed the maw of a monstrosity.
Jerem was tossed into a mouth full of razor sharp teeth. The mouth, set in the front of a body that looked nearly oval, was easily large enough to fit two or three men standing. The body looked nearly identical to that of a centipede, except that there were no eyes, and there were six tentacles set a few feet back of the mouth. The creature looked to be nearly twelve feet tall, with no way to tell how long it could be.
The torch was swallowed along with the pieces of Jerem, and the mist again swirled in front of the monstrosity. In the shadowy, mist-filled darkness, hundreds of feet could be heard contacting the ground as the beast rushed forward for dinner.
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As Jerem was torn to pieces and eaten, something brushed against Krevster's mind. In the same manner as had happened earlier, a thought formed in his mind, obviously alien, obviously from some exterior source. Only two words were 'heard' in Krevster's mind, in a tone that could only be called exultant.
Prove yourself.
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Well, this would be fun.
Never one to turn down a challenge, Krevster felt the familar thrill of battle descend upon him. Already his mind was considering and discarding tactics. He didn't even stop to curse Jerem for his stupidity.
First things first. Light. Whatever the hell this thing was, he had no plans to fight it in the dark. Disappointed with the meager dimness of his torch, Krevster shed the grey cloak returned to him by Alalia, hooking his fingers under the clasp with the hand still grasping the torch. With the clasp torn free of the garment, the cloak fell into a heap on the ground, where it was set fire to with the torch.
A mini-blaze was started, and the torch was dropped amongst the flames, the extra wood providing additional fuel to extend the fire's lifespan.
Without further adue, he pulled out his sword Widowmaker. Having a sharp piece of steel in hand was generally handy when confornted by one of these things. He gripped it hard for comfort, the hilt providing reassurance in his hand.
Part of him wondered if this was a good time to return Alalia's weapon, but it seemed she had not yet recovered from just earlier. Besides,
"Morsereg!" he roared, no longer cautious about using the vampire's name in front of the gravekeeper, and his voice cut cleanly through the rushing water. "Use Alalia's rapier, get on it's flank!" his sword gestured towards the side, blatantly pointing him to move around the great beast. "You can work the blade in from the side!"
He hoped Morsereg would do as instructed, but since the plan involved the vampire not being the one to stand in front of it, there was a pretty good reason for him not to mind.
Ready to kill, he hefted his shield and crouched low, presenting little body for this thing to latch onto. Such broad, foot-thick tentecles would have a hard time working their way past his shield. He kept his sword hand tucked behind it, blade upright, to offer no arm as a target to grip. The strongest tactic to come to mind against this creature was to rake the tentecles reaching for him with the jagged edge of the blade.
Knowing that combat with creature would soon force him back, and seeing that he would be at a disadvantage when he was pushed beyond the light of the burning cloak, he held his stance.
And advanced forwards.
Never one to turn down a challenge, Krevster felt the familar thrill of battle descend upon him. Already his mind was considering and discarding tactics. He didn't even stop to curse Jerem for his stupidity.
First things first. Light. Whatever the hell this thing was, he had no plans to fight it in the dark. Disappointed with the meager dimness of his torch, Krevster shed the grey cloak returned to him by Alalia, hooking his fingers under the clasp with the hand still grasping the torch. With the clasp torn free of the garment, the cloak fell into a heap on the ground, where it was set fire to with the torch.
A mini-blaze was started, and the torch was dropped amongst the flames, the extra wood providing additional fuel to extend the fire's lifespan.
Without further adue, he pulled out his sword Widowmaker. Having a sharp piece of steel in hand was generally handy when confornted by one of these things. He gripped it hard for comfort, the hilt providing reassurance in his hand.
Part of him wondered if this was a good time to return Alalia's weapon, but it seemed she had not yet recovered from just earlier. Besides,
"Morsereg!" he roared, no longer cautious about using the vampire's name in front of the gravekeeper, and his voice cut cleanly through the rushing water. "Use Alalia's rapier, get on it's flank!" his sword gestured towards the side, blatantly pointing him to move around the great beast. "You can work the blade in from the side!"
He hoped Morsereg would do as instructed, but since the plan involved the vampire not being the one to stand in front of it, there was a pretty good reason for him not to mind.
Ready to kill, he hefted his shield and crouched low, presenting little body for this thing to latch onto. Such broad, foot-thick tentecles would have a hard time working their way past his shield. He kept his sword hand tucked behind it, blade upright, to offer no arm as a target to grip. The strongest tactic to come to mind against this creature was to rake the tentecles reaching for him with the jagged edge of the blade.
Knowing that combat with creature would soon force him back, and seeing that he would be at a disadvantage when he was pushed beyond the light of the burning cloak, he held his stance.
And advanced forwards.
If violence is not the answer, you have asked me the wrong question.
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Morsereg had sat there, smiling in glee on instinct when Jerem was ripped in half and eaten, before realizing that it meant they were without a guide. He growled at the creature, inaudible over the roaring water. Then, over the water, he heard Darkheart shout.
He drew Alalia's rapier, disappearing into the darkness beyond the fire's light. In one swift movement he reappeared from the shadows, jumping on the beast. He drove one clawlike hand into the creature to anchor himself while he stabbed and slashed away with Alalia's rapier, occasionally ripping skin with his teeth when he had to duck and avoid tentacles.
"I hope the Mortal knows what he's doing..." Morsereg growled to himself quietly, knowing that the roar of the water would cover him.
He drew Alalia's rapier, disappearing into the darkness beyond the fire's light. In one swift movement he reappeared from the shadows, jumping on the beast. He drove one clawlike hand into the creature to anchor himself while he stabbed and slashed away with Alalia's rapier, occasionally ripping skin with his teeth when he had to duck and avoid tentacles.
"I hope the Mortal knows what he's doing..." Morsereg growled to himself quietly, knowing that the roar of the water would cover him.
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The worm trampled forward, suddenly revealed in the flaring firelight. The light didn't seem to bother the creature any more than the dark bothered it. It slowed up as Morsereg darted around it's side, it's open maw turning slightly as it seemed to follow him. No eyes were visible on the creature, it's tentacles waving back and forth slowly, seeming to feel the air.
With a suddenness belied by it's size, it's head whipped back around to focus on Krevster. Tentacles shot out, beating against the shield wall presented by the warrior. The strength with which the tentacles hit the shield would knock most men backwards at least, if not knocking them right over.
Several blows rained at the shield before the attack suddenly stopped. With a roar of rage that caused the ground to shake, the worm lifted the front third of it's ninety foot long body. Morsereg had latched himself onto the worm and was now fifteen feet in the air. The worm shook, trying to be rid of the pain in it's side. To a worm of that size, the rapier was nothing much more than a bee sting to a human.
Tentacles tried to brush him off, but they were meant for forward motion, and as such were nearly ineffective. The top one from the opposite side from Morsereg was the only one able to effectively reach him. It brushed at him, beat at him, and tried to wrap around any of his appendages.'
Finally, the still upright worm, seemingly out of frustration, twisted in midair so Morsereg was facing towards the ground and suddenly plummeted towards the ground, directly at Krevster. Though it was not the most intellectual of creatures, it did understand about killing two with one blow. It's tentacles had ripped apart more than that at one time.
The worm trampled forward, suddenly revealed in the flaring firelight. The light didn't seem to bother the creature any more than the dark bothered it. It slowed up as Morsereg darted around it's side, it's open maw turning slightly as it seemed to follow him. No eyes were visible on the creature, it's tentacles waving back and forth slowly, seeming to feel the air.
With a suddenness belied by it's size, it's head whipped back around to focus on Krevster. Tentacles shot out, beating against the shield wall presented by the warrior. The strength with which the tentacles hit the shield would knock most men backwards at least, if not knocking them right over.
Several blows rained at the shield before the attack suddenly stopped. With a roar of rage that caused the ground to shake, the worm lifted the front third of it's ninety foot long body. Morsereg had latched himself onto the worm and was now fifteen feet in the air. The worm shook, trying to be rid of the pain in it's side. To a worm of that size, the rapier was nothing much more than a bee sting to a human.
Tentacles tried to brush him off, but they were meant for forward motion, and as such were nearly ineffective. The top one from the opposite side from Morsereg was the only one able to effectively reach him. It brushed at him, beat at him, and tried to wrap around any of his appendages.'
Finally, the still upright worm, seemingly out of frustration, twisted in midair so Morsereg was facing towards the ground and suddenly plummeted towards the ground, directly at Krevster. Though it was not the most intellectual of creatures, it did understand about killing two with one blow. It's tentacles had ripped apart more than that at one time.
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Digging his heels into the ground, Krevster attempted to brace his position as the tentecles slammed into the shield. Heavy leather boots left twin trails in the rocky ground in defiance of the inevitable skid backwards.
That was just the first hit.
Evidence of the second and third hits left deeper and longer trails of resistance, as well as some obvious dents in the shield. It was going to be great fun explaining these to the captain.
Not what he was expecting, he had predicted the gigantic vermin would first attempt for a good grip to feast, to rend and tear. Although a true veteran of the battlefield, so far none of his combat experience dealt with ninety-foot long worms. Perhaps he could be forgiven his mistake in judgement.
As further blows crashed against the shield, there was a need to stagger to remain upright. Conscious of giving ground, Krevster rolled with the momentum to make his way to the side.
And then it reared up. Marvellous.
At the sight of the vast bulk descending towards him, Krevster sprang aside, following that spring with a further leap off the leading foot. Whirling around on his landing, he dodged back further, not taking the chance of being squashed beneath the creature.
Upon the shake of the ground, Krevster sprang forwards, following the golden rule when dealing with monsters - stay away from their mouths, tentecles included. With luck, the mass and shape of the creature would demand a long turning circle, granting him time to strike. Seeing the thing twist, Krevster plunged his sword towards what he hoped was a nice, soft underbelly.
All he wanted was to bury Widowmaker hilt-deep in worm-guts.
That was just the first hit.
Evidence of the second and third hits left deeper and longer trails of resistance, as well as some obvious dents in the shield. It was going to be great fun explaining these to the captain.
Not what he was expecting, he had predicted the gigantic vermin would first attempt for a good grip to feast, to rend and tear. Although a true veteran of the battlefield, so far none of his combat experience dealt with ninety-foot long worms. Perhaps he could be forgiven his mistake in judgement.
As further blows crashed against the shield, there was a need to stagger to remain upright. Conscious of giving ground, Krevster rolled with the momentum to make his way to the side.
And then it reared up. Marvellous.
At the sight of the vast bulk descending towards him, Krevster sprang aside, following that spring with a further leap off the leading foot. Whirling around on his landing, he dodged back further, not taking the chance of being squashed beneath the creature.
Upon the shake of the ground, Krevster sprang forwards, following the golden rule when dealing with monsters - stay away from their mouths, tentecles included. With luck, the mass and shape of the creature would demand a long turning circle, granting him time to strike. Seeing the thing twist, Krevster plunged his sword towards what he hoped was a nice, soft underbelly.
All he wanted was to bury Widowmaker hilt-deep in worm-guts.
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Morsereg had used the rapier to bat away any tentacles that had come his way, ducking when the one that could reach him had come in full-force, only to not see it coming a second time and whip his back. He grunted as he continued to tear at the giant worm with his teeth and the rapier, acknowledging the fact that it didn't seem to be doing much except making him a small nuisance.
Then, the worm reared up, and all at once he felt himself being pushed towards the ground. Before he could react, on one end he felt the worm's giant mass pushing down on him, and on the other the cold, hard cavern floor rushing to meet with the mass.
All was still in Morsereg's world. Everything was quiet...and he could hear nothing. It was as if time had frozen, right there.
But then, the behemoth of a worm rose up again, the intelligence it possessed telling it that it had only squished one, not two. Morsereg moved to stand up, to find that the fall had, as one would expect, crushed the bones in his legs. His arms had been spared, surprisingly. The flesh on his arms had been ripped apart from the stone floor he had been smashed into, but the bones were still in good enough shape. As he assessed the situation at hand, one word flashed before Morsereg's eyes.
Blood.
He tilted his head to find Alalia. No, he then thought...The Cat-Being would not do. She wouldn't aid him, she would find a stake and run it through his withered black heart.
He didn't see as much as hear the tentacle coming towards him, which was met with both of his clawlike hands latching on to it. He struggled to rip a gash in the tentacle, which thrashed about trying to free itself from the stonelike grip of the Vampire.
He succeeded in his goal, the blood falling freely from the opened tentacle to the ground next to him. He released the bleeding tentacle and rolled over, lapping up the blood greedily as he began to feel his legs again. He rose, staggering once before setting his eyes on the Worm again. He wasn't full recovered, far from it, but he could stand, and if he could stand...he could fight. He would make this creature bleed more before it was done.
Somehow, as he had fallen, he had lost Alalia's rapier...and this came to him only now. Glinting, a few meters away, was the blade, which he rushed to get. Taking the blade in hand, he jumped atop the foul behemoth and resumed its destruction, ingesting any blood that happened to be spilled by the monster.
Then, the worm reared up, and all at once he felt himself being pushed towards the ground. Before he could react, on one end he felt the worm's giant mass pushing down on him, and on the other the cold, hard cavern floor rushing to meet with the mass.
All was still in Morsereg's world. Everything was quiet...and he could hear nothing. It was as if time had frozen, right there.
But then, the behemoth of a worm rose up again, the intelligence it possessed telling it that it had only squished one, not two. Morsereg moved to stand up, to find that the fall had, as one would expect, crushed the bones in his legs. His arms had been spared, surprisingly. The flesh on his arms had been ripped apart from the stone floor he had been smashed into, but the bones were still in good enough shape. As he assessed the situation at hand, one word flashed before Morsereg's eyes.
Blood.
He tilted his head to find Alalia. No, he then thought...The Cat-Being would not do. She wouldn't aid him, she would find a stake and run it through his withered black heart.
He didn't see as much as hear the tentacle coming towards him, which was met with both of his clawlike hands latching on to it. He struggled to rip a gash in the tentacle, which thrashed about trying to free itself from the stonelike grip of the Vampire.
He succeeded in his goal, the blood falling freely from the opened tentacle to the ground next to him. He released the bleeding tentacle and rolled over, lapping up the blood greedily as he began to feel his legs again. He rose, staggering once before setting his eyes on the Worm again. He wasn't full recovered, far from it, but he could stand, and if he could stand...he could fight. He would make this creature bleed more before it was done.
Somehow, as he had fallen, he had lost Alalia's rapier...and this came to him only now. Glinting, a few meters away, was the blade, which he rushed to get. Taking the blade in hand, he jumped atop the foul behemoth and resumed its destruction, ingesting any blood that happened to be spilled by the monster.
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The cavern shook as the bulk of the worm slammed full force into the floor. Small rocks and pebbles fell from the ceiling and walls with the impact.
Morsereg was unlucky, it seemed. The speed with which the creature had dropped would have killed any normal creature. However, the worm had no way to tell that Morsereg was anything other than food, as it considered anything living that was smaller than itself to be food. On top of that, the glamour Morsereg wrapped around himself was enough to fool even the heatseeking sight a worm that lived it's entire life in darkness had.
It knew it had only taken one to the ground. It's head swiveled in the direction Krevster had dove, trying to lock on to where it's second target was. Again, with a swiftness that would have been surprising, the worm used it's thousands of legs to flip it's body upright again, beginning to make it's turn to face Krevster head on. At the same time, tentacles flashed at Morsereg, attempting to finish the job. It was still hungry.
Morsereg managed to grapple one of the tentacles, keeping the others at bay since the one was large enough to nearly cover the vampire. The tentacle flipped and battered at Morsereg, who's inhuman strength, even while injured, was more than a match for a single tentacle. In the worm's experience, nothing like this had ever happened before. It's head swiveled to look at Morsereg again, hardly registering the heat previously surrounding the vampire. As it turned, Krevster came driving into view, the fire allowing him to see the ridged sides of the worm. It's body, independant of it's head, was still moving, thousands of legs propelling it to the side to form a straight line behind it's head, and towards it's intended prey of Morsereg.
The sword penetrated the worm's side, slipping between two ridged armor plates as Krevster drove it hilt deep. The worm roared in pain, it's body twisting and moving away from the sudden pain in it's side. Morsereg ripped the tentacle as it attempted to escape his grasp, stinking blood dripping from the wound as it finally slipped away. Other tentacles on the opposite side flew out at Krevster, falling barely a foot short as the worm roared again in pain and anger, a louder bellow than any of the previous. Again, rocks and debris rained down from the roof of the cavern.
As the worm turned back to Krevster, attempting to bring it's deadly tentacles to bear, it backed quickly, darting back and slightly right, skirting the hole in the cavern floor leading to the blackness of the waterfall below. Even moving backwards, the speed of the creature, due in most part to the thousands of small legs propelling it's bulk, was incredible, making it swifter than most creatures it's size.
With blood and ichor dripping from the deep wound in it's side, the creature reared up again, it's frustration and anger at the little creatures trying to deny it it's meal coming out in an bellowing roar only slightly quieter than the last. Morsereg was on it again and, seeming to have learned his lesson, was not on the raised portion of the worm's body. The vampire was raking and slashing, stabbing and biting. The worm ignored him, intent on the one who had so far caused it the most pain.
The worm, front third of it's body raised, skittered forward, at the same time dropping down as hard as it's bulk could go. Again aimed to crush Krevster, the creature used all it's senses to follow him should he attempt to again avoid his destruction. The only problem was that the creature could only move so far to either side as it's bulk dropped on it's way to slamming the ground.
Once it hit the ground, it rolled it's whole body to the side Morsereg was on, attempting to crush him, and perhaps crush the dodging Krevster as well, should he have avoided the body slam.
The cavern shook as the bulk of the worm slammed full force into the floor. Small rocks and pebbles fell from the ceiling and walls with the impact.
Morsereg was unlucky, it seemed. The speed with which the creature had dropped would have killed any normal creature. However, the worm had no way to tell that Morsereg was anything other than food, as it considered anything living that was smaller than itself to be food. On top of that, the glamour Morsereg wrapped around himself was enough to fool even the heatseeking sight a worm that lived it's entire life in darkness had.
It knew it had only taken one to the ground. It's head swiveled in the direction Krevster had dove, trying to lock on to where it's second target was. Again, with a swiftness that would have been surprising, the worm used it's thousands of legs to flip it's body upright again, beginning to make it's turn to face Krevster head on. At the same time, tentacles flashed at Morsereg, attempting to finish the job. It was still hungry.
Morsereg managed to grapple one of the tentacles, keeping the others at bay since the one was large enough to nearly cover the vampire. The tentacle flipped and battered at Morsereg, who's inhuman strength, even while injured, was more than a match for a single tentacle. In the worm's experience, nothing like this had ever happened before. It's head swiveled to look at Morsereg again, hardly registering the heat previously surrounding the vampire. As it turned, Krevster came driving into view, the fire allowing him to see the ridged sides of the worm. It's body, independant of it's head, was still moving, thousands of legs propelling it to the side to form a straight line behind it's head, and towards it's intended prey of Morsereg.
The sword penetrated the worm's side, slipping between two ridged armor plates as Krevster drove it hilt deep. The worm roared in pain, it's body twisting and moving away from the sudden pain in it's side. Morsereg ripped the tentacle as it attempted to escape his grasp, stinking blood dripping from the wound as it finally slipped away. Other tentacles on the opposite side flew out at Krevster, falling barely a foot short as the worm roared again in pain and anger, a louder bellow than any of the previous. Again, rocks and debris rained down from the roof of the cavern.
As the worm turned back to Krevster, attempting to bring it's deadly tentacles to bear, it backed quickly, darting back and slightly right, skirting the hole in the cavern floor leading to the blackness of the waterfall below. Even moving backwards, the speed of the creature, due in most part to the thousands of small legs propelling it's bulk, was incredible, making it swifter than most creatures it's size.
With blood and ichor dripping from the deep wound in it's side, the creature reared up again, it's frustration and anger at the little creatures trying to deny it it's meal coming out in an bellowing roar only slightly quieter than the last. Morsereg was on it again and, seeming to have learned his lesson, was not on the raised portion of the worm's body. The vampire was raking and slashing, stabbing and biting. The worm ignored him, intent on the one who had so far caused it the most pain.
The worm, front third of it's body raised, skittered forward, at the same time dropping down as hard as it's bulk could go. Again aimed to crush Krevster, the creature used all it's senses to follow him should he attempt to again avoid his destruction. The only problem was that the creature could only move so far to either side as it's bulk dropped on it's way to slamming the ground.
Once it hit the ground, it rolled it's whole body to the side Morsereg was on, attempting to crush him, and perhaps crush the dodging Krevster as well, should he have avoided the body slam.
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Mental note, invest in some spears.
Spears were a truly marvellous tool for monster hunting, for more reasons than just reach. The size of the foe presented an easier target, and there was more option to use the spear as a barrier to hold the monster at bay while it folded itself around the blade to start bleeding freely.
Sadly, no spears were at hand right now.
The sudden flip was unnerving, the turn was cause for concern, but the reaction of the worm when Morsereg grabbed hold of one of it's tentacles was absolutely priceless. It was also an opportunity he did not dare miss.
Blood erupted from the creature as the blade sank in. Even amid the unholy roar math formed in Krevster's head. If the creature was twelve-foot thick and the blade was slightly over three feet long, he had struck a wound leading half way towards the very centre of the beast. Some effort was made to compute the probability of striking something vital.
Of course, the anatomy of the worm was one variable unknown to Krevster. He just hoped the thing would keep bleeding.
Some effort was made to work the blade around inside the wound, probing for organs and vein tissue, but the recoil of the creature forced him to grip the red-leather hilt tightly to retain hold of the sword. Enough intensity was in that grip to retain the sword as the worm pulled away, freeing the weapon from it's prison of flesh.
Maybe it was the intense concentration and thrill of combat, maybe it was because the roar had half-deafened him, but the falling rubble seemed like only background. Conversely, the fleshy thwacks of the tentacles striking stone were heard clearly through the helmet.
Despite his best efforts to stay on the side of the creature, he could not match the speed of so many legs. So many all working in unison. The coordination was immense. One feature he was well aware of, and well afraid of, was the talent of this thing for using it's every part at once.
Great. You have made it mad.
It lifted. He sprang sideways. It was already adjusting it's charge. Each of these moves kept him further from being directly in it's path. The next move was obvious. Subtlety was clearly not a tool of this thing.
At least, the crush was not what he truly feared. That fear was reserved for the tentacles. A solid grasp from any of them would end the fight too easily. Logic would force him to consider how easily being squished beneath the monster would finish the fight. On the other hand, logic would force him to get the hell out of there as quickly as damn well possible.
Timing his counter-charge to match with the beast's own, Krevster took several bounding steps forward and covered the intervening distance towards the base of the creature. It slammed down. Hard.
Widowmaker struck against the belly of the creature, the tapered point forced forwards with all the wielder's might. There was not enough time to pull the blade free. As the worm descended like the wrath of the gods, Krevster abandoned his grip on the bone-fitted hilt of Widowmaker and dived to his right, rolling as he landed. To dive left would be obstructed by his shield.
Marn Guard armour, for all it's virtues, did not lean well to acrobatics. So the roll was limited to a mere ground roll and could not carry him clear to his feet. He was struck a glancing blow by the descending mass of chitin and flesh.
Near the base, so close to the unraised portion of the beast, the impact lacked the full force that the creature could summon.
Then it rolled.
Is there no safe angle from which to kill this thing?
Apparantly not, it seemed. As it rolled, one tactic showed itself brightly amid the mayhem. A lesson in military history, one skilled general had once countered the impact of horseless chariots being sent downhill by having the men lie down with their shields held above them to allow the wheels carry the chariot harmlessly over them. It was a good thing for the men involved.
This tactic was not designed with giant worms in mind, but Krevster was in no position to object.
He was in no position to do much bar get flattened.
Bracing his shield above him, he neatly reinforced that with his free arm, fitting that into the crook of his elbow so as not to threaten his wrist and bracing his elbow against the ground below. A knee was braced against the inside of the shield, that foot planted solidly on the floor to provide all the support possible. The other a leg tucked itself neatly under the braced knee, offering additional support and balance. None of this was planned to support such a weight, merely bear it as it passed over.
Deep breath.
Everything went dark.
Initially came the thought that this must be death, instead, it just merely might be. The vast bulk of the worm had blotted out the light from the fire. No weight had ever before been like this. A metallic shrieking sounded from far too close, a sign of agonised protest against the stress of his armour. Pain and burning ache came all at once, his arm screamed in torment, his elbow began twisting against his will, the bracing arm doing all it could vainly to hold it in place. Fresh waves of agony flowed up his shoulder in place of blood, muscles screamed for mercy in ways Krevster had never experienced before.
For one so used to being able to overpower anything at hand, this was a shock. He almost lost the breath he clung onto so tightly, like his last remnants of life held inside him.
Then the uncountable pressure eased. Faded. Metal could be tasted. No, not metal. Blood. Now two battles needed to be fought. One to destroy this cursed worm and another to remain conscious.
Shaken and breathless, weary as though having spent an entire month on shift, he began the laborious process of dragging himself to his feet. Ever cautious, not even needing conscious alertness to be wary, he summoned a heroic effort to heft his shield higher. Tried to lift it but could not. A fist managed to clench tighter around the shield-grip, declaring it's objection with every muscle commanded.
It worked. The arm remained intact, but there was no way in hell it would stand up to further blows from those tentacles. Holding the shield became pretty pointless with that knowledge, it fell to the floor with a lazy clang.
Now he had reached his knees.
Widowmaker still jutted out from on the underside of the beast. Not far ahead. He hoped it had sank in deep. Gauntleted hands reached out to it, coveting the sword almost pleadingly.
Still not trusting his legs to hold him fully upright, Krevster hauled himself over swordwards. Steel-fisted hands closed around the hilt, with as mighty an effort as he could summon, Krevster heaved upon the sword and sought to lever it inside the body, hopefully ripping through organs as it passed. Planting both his feet under him, he gripped the sword tighter and pushed off backwards.
A heavy bang told him that he had landed on his back. But he was alive, reunited with Widowmaker, and out from underneath the monstrosity. Now was the time for a desperate scramble clear of the beast before it decides to roll back.
Spears were a truly marvellous tool for monster hunting, for more reasons than just reach. The size of the foe presented an easier target, and there was more option to use the spear as a barrier to hold the monster at bay while it folded itself around the blade to start bleeding freely.
Sadly, no spears were at hand right now.
The sudden flip was unnerving, the turn was cause for concern, but the reaction of the worm when Morsereg grabbed hold of one of it's tentacles was absolutely priceless. It was also an opportunity he did not dare miss.
Blood erupted from the creature as the blade sank in. Even amid the unholy roar math formed in Krevster's head. If the creature was twelve-foot thick and the blade was slightly over three feet long, he had struck a wound leading half way towards the very centre of the beast. Some effort was made to compute the probability of striking something vital.
Of course, the anatomy of the worm was one variable unknown to Krevster. He just hoped the thing would keep bleeding.
Some effort was made to work the blade around inside the wound, probing for organs and vein tissue, but the recoil of the creature forced him to grip the red-leather hilt tightly to retain hold of the sword. Enough intensity was in that grip to retain the sword as the worm pulled away, freeing the weapon from it's prison of flesh.
Maybe it was the intense concentration and thrill of combat, maybe it was because the roar had half-deafened him, but the falling rubble seemed like only background. Conversely, the fleshy thwacks of the tentacles striking stone were heard clearly through the helmet.
Despite his best efforts to stay on the side of the creature, he could not match the speed of so many legs. So many all working in unison. The coordination was immense. One feature he was well aware of, and well afraid of, was the talent of this thing for using it's every part at once.
Great. You have made it mad.
It lifted. He sprang sideways. It was already adjusting it's charge. Each of these moves kept him further from being directly in it's path. The next move was obvious. Subtlety was clearly not a tool of this thing.
At least, the crush was not what he truly feared. That fear was reserved for the tentacles. A solid grasp from any of them would end the fight too easily. Logic would force him to consider how easily being squished beneath the monster would finish the fight. On the other hand, logic would force him to get the hell out of there as quickly as damn well possible.
Timing his counter-charge to match with the beast's own, Krevster took several bounding steps forward and covered the intervening distance towards the base of the creature. It slammed down. Hard.
Widowmaker struck against the belly of the creature, the tapered point forced forwards with all the wielder's might. There was not enough time to pull the blade free. As the worm descended like the wrath of the gods, Krevster abandoned his grip on the bone-fitted hilt of Widowmaker and dived to his right, rolling as he landed. To dive left would be obstructed by his shield.
Marn Guard armour, for all it's virtues, did not lean well to acrobatics. So the roll was limited to a mere ground roll and could not carry him clear to his feet. He was struck a glancing blow by the descending mass of chitin and flesh.
Near the base, so close to the unraised portion of the beast, the impact lacked the full force that the creature could summon.
Then it rolled.
Is there no safe angle from which to kill this thing?
Apparantly not, it seemed. As it rolled, one tactic showed itself brightly amid the mayhem. A lesson in military history, one skilled general had once countered the impact of horseless chariots being sent downhill by having the men lie down with their shields held above them to allow the wheels carry the chariot harmlessly over them. It was a good thing for the men involved.
This tactic was not designed with giant worms in mind, but Krevster was in no position to object.
He was in no position to do much bar get flattened.
Bracing his shield above him, he neatly reinforced that with his free arm, fitting that into the crook of his elbow so as not to threaten his wrist and bracing his elbow against the ground below. A knee was braced against the inside of the shield, that foot planted solidly on the floor to provide all the support possible. The other a leg tucked itself neatly under the braced knee, offering additional support and balance. None of this was planned to support such a weight, merely bear it as it passed over.
Deep breath.
Everything went dark.
Initially came the thought that this must be death, instead, it just merely might be. The vast bulk of the worm had blotted out the light from the fire. No weight had ever before been like this. A metallic shrieking sounded from far too close, a sign of agonised protest against the stress of his armour. Pain and burning ache came all at once, his arm screamed in torment, his elbow began twisting against his will, the bracing arm doing all it could vainly to hold it in place. Fresh waves of agony flowed up his shoulder in place of blood, muscles screamed for mercy in ways Krevster had never experienced before.
For one so used to being able to overpower anything at hand, this was a shock. He almost lost the breath he clung onto so tightly, like his last remnants of life held inside him.
Then the uncountable pressure eased. Faded. Metal could be tasted. No, not metal. Blood. Now two battles needed to be fought. One to destroy this cursed worm and another to remain conscious.
Shaken and breathless, weary as though having spent an entire month on shift, he began the laborious process of dragging himself to his feet. Ever cautious, not even needing conscious alertness to be wary, he summoned a heroic effort to heft his shield higher. Tried to lift it but could not. A fist managed to clench tighter around the shield-grip, declaring it's objection with every muscle commanded.
It worked. The arm remained intact, but there was no way in hell it would stand up to further blows from those tentacles. Holding the shield became pretty pointless with that knowledge, it fell to the floor with a lazy clang.
Now he had reached his knees.
Widowmaker still jutted out from on the underside of the beast. Not far ahead. He hoped it had sank in deep. Gauntleted hands reached out to it, coveting the sword almost pleadingly.
Still not trusting his legs to hold him fully upright, Krevster hauled himself over swordwards. Steel-fisted hands closed around the hilt, with as mighty an effort as he could summon, Krevster heaved upon the sword and sought to lever it inside the body, hopefully ripping through organs as it passed. Planting both his feet under him, he gripped the sword tighter and pushed off backwards.
A heavy bang told him that he had landed on his back. But he was alive, reunited with Widowmaker, and out from underneath the monstrosity. Now was the time for a desperate scramble clear of the beast before it decides to roll back.
If violence is not the answer, you have asked me the wrong question.
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Morsereg Dindaedel
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The damned thing began to roll! Morsereg was not about to be caught underneath the monstrosity for a second time, darting out of the way. For once, Morsereg wished he had indeed brought his sword along, as the rapier did very little to the beast, if anything. He tossed it aside, judging that his claws and teeth would do more than the rapier was.
He mentally noted that Krevster was breathing, and began to stalk the creature. When he saw an opening, he jumped in and ripped flesh, before darting out again before being able to be hit. A predatory beast versus a behemoth of a worm. He stalked his prey from all angles, avoiding tentacles. He wouldn't jump atop the beast again after what had happened the last two times. "Come then, worm. Beast to beast." He bared his fangs and attempted to grapple the first tentacle to come near him. He had no real way of harming the beast's large frame without jumping on it, and he was not going to risk that again. He would simply destroy the tentacles, one by one, to distract the beast as Krevster destroyed it.
He mentally noted that Krevster was breathing, and began to stalk the creature. When he saw an opening, he jumped in and ripped flesh, before darting out again before being able to be hit. A predatory beast versus a behemoth of a worm. He stalked his prey from all angles, avoiding tentacles. He wouldn't jump atop the beast again after what had happened the last two times. "Come then, worm. Beast to beast." He bared his fangs and attempted to grapple the first tentacle to come near him. He had no real way of harming the beast's large frame without jumping on it, and he was not going to risk that again. He would simply destroy the tentacles, one by one, to distract the beast as Krevster destroyed it.
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Pain.
As new to this creature as this was, it still recognized what it was. Pain. Perhaps it was something it had felt earlier in life, but that was long forgotten in eons past; forgotten in decades, centuries, of feeding and frenzy and the tearing apart of creatures to eat.
The worm roared in anger and pain. It shuddered as it remained still for a few moments, trying to wrap it's small brain around the pain and what exactly was happening.
Then Krevster removed the sword from it's internal organs, blood and ichor oozing out in a small river. The worm reared again, it's front portion again lifting into the air, this time in defense instead of offense.
And then Morsereg was attacking, ripping through the worm's defenses. This was all new to the worm. Never had any creature or group of creatures fought back in it's existence. Never had anything caused it this much pain.
Tentacles flailed at Morsereg when he came near, attempting to fend him off, only to be ripped apart by the amazing strength of the undead creature.
The worm began backing away from Krevster, moving slightly sideways in an attempt to avoid Morsereg. Using all it's senses to focus on the two attacking it, the worm reserved minimal senses for it's surroundings.
The back of the worm stumbled slightly as the back third of it's legs on it's left hand side slipped into the hole around the waterfall. With a roar of surprise and anger, the front third dropped straight down again, in a twofold purpose of crushing whoever was in front of it, and to stabilize and pull itself out of the hole.
The raging water reached out far enough to just touch the backside of the worm as the water plummeted into the depths below. With the water weighing it down, the worm was working hard to inch it's way out of the hole again.
Another roar of anger, and this time fear, escaped the worm. Fear was another new sensation to the worm. This was something it had never felt before.
Pain.
As new to this creature as this was, it still recognized what it was. Pain. Perhaps it was something it had felt earlier in life, but that was long forgotten in eons past; forgotten in decades, centuries, of feeding and frenzy and the tearing apart of creatures to eat.
The worm roared in anger and pain. It shuddered as it remained still for a few moments, trying to wrap it's small brain around the pain and what exactly was happening.
Then Krevster removed the sword from it's internal organs, blood and ichor oozing out in a small river. The worm reared again, it's front portion again lifting into the air, this time in defense instead of offense.
And then Morsereg was attacking, ripping through the worm's defenses. This was all new to the worm. Never had any creature or group of creatures fought back in it's existence. Never had anything caused it this much pain.
Tentacles flailed at Morsereg when he came near, attempting to fend him off, only to be ripped apart by the amazing strength of the undead creature.
The worm began backing away from Krevster, moving slightly sideways in an attempt to avoid Morsereg. Using all it's senses to focus on the two attacking it, the worm reserved minimal senses for it's surroundings.
The back of the worm stumbled slightly as the back third of it's legs on it's left hand side slipped into the hole around the waterfall. With a roar of surprise and anger, the front third dropped straight down again, in a twofold purpose of crushing whoever was in front of it, and to stabilize and pull itself out of the hole.
The raging water reached out far enough to just touch the backside of the worm as the water plummeted into the depths below. With the water weighing it down, the worm was working hard to inch it's way out of the hole again.
Another roar of anger, and this time fear, escaped the worm. Fear was another new sensation to the worm. This was something it had never felt before.
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Shadowsong
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When the enormous worm reared high once more, Krevster scrambled desperately further to the side.
That it never came down was a surprise. Instead it flinched and recoiled as Morsereg darted in and out, rending and tearing flesh.
Calling upon his strength, Krevster hauled his battered form to his feet. With Morsereg engaging the beast, he did not have the luxury of time to stop and rest. A battle needed fighting. Lives needed taking. Blood must be shed.
The last would make a fitting gift to his comrade. After all, warrior-lords were known to give their allies gifts.
Thankfully, his rejoining the battle was all that was needed. Widowmaker was raised in a mountain guard. It was a powerful stance, solid and secure. A long-point guard would not stand up to such powerful blows as this creature delivered, while a hawk guard would leave his sword exposed for the creature to target. Sensibly enough, the monstrosity had no desire to battle both dark warriors at the same time. Under such pressure, it was unable to press a meaningful attack of it's own.
Now was the moment that battles were won and lost. The first battlefield claimed is that in the hearts and minds of those fighting. In fear, the creature had sacrificed the initiative, allowing both Krevster and Morsereg the freedom to strike.
Flesh burst in a shower of bloody chunks as a tentacle lunged for Morsereg. Such a sight of carnage brought a refreshing rush of adrenaline to Krevster. Morsereg was having greater success against the tentacles than the armoured soldier did before. "Excellent!" Darkheart cheered at the sight of the destroyed tentacle. "Your plan it is." he agreed, years of military training reminding him of the importance of communication on the battlefield.
An unholy yell split the air as the creature failed in it's balance. Yet another sacrifice made in the worm's frantic need to get away. One thing that it would not manage.
When the wounded front slammed hard against the ground, Krevster was well clear. Such a cautious advance had not matched the speed of the retreat. All he needed was to keep the creature on the defensive. Now, it most certainly was.
Seeing weakness, a manic grin spread out beneath the helmet. It roared. It panicked. It only made Krevster more eager for the kill. Already he was wondering what grisly trophies he could harvest from the corpse. "Lots of blood my friend!" Darkheart shouted gleefully, his innards resenting the yell.
Finding what he was sure was a clear route to the exposed flank, Krevster brought up his sword and charged. This time it was the chisel-edge readied for the strike, the blade pulled back further for a wrathful cut. The final stride was a leaping bound, supporting a vast overhand strike hacking powerfully at the monster's body.
That it never came down was a surprise. Instead it flinched and recoiled as Morsereg darted in and out, rending and tearing flesh.
Calling upon his strength, Krevster hauled his battered form to his feet. With Morsereg engaging the beast, he did not have the luxury of time to stop and rest. A battle needed fighting. Lives needed taking. Blood must be shed.
The last would make a fitting gift to his comrade. After all, warrior-lords were known to give their allies gifts.
Thankfully, his rejoining the battle was all that was needed. Widowmaker was raised in a mountain guard. It was a powerful stance, solid and secure. A long-point guard would not stand up to such powerful blows as this creature delivered, while a hawk guard would leave his sword exposed for the creature to target. Sensibly enough, the monstrosity had no desire to battle both dark warriors at the same time. Under such pressure, it was unable to press a meaningful attack of it's own.
Now was the moment that battles were won and lost. The first battlefield claimed is that in the hearts and minds of those fighting. In fear, the creature had sacrificed the initiative, allowing both Krevster and Morsereg the freedom to strike.
Flesh burst in a shower of bloody chunks as a tentacle lunged for Morsereg. Such a sight of carnage brought a refreshing rush of adrenaline to Krevster. Morsereg was having greater success against the tentacles than the armoured soldier did before. "Excellent!" Darkheart cheered at the sight of the destroyed tentacle. "Your plan it is." he agreed, years of military training reminding him of the importance of communication on the battlefield.
An unholy yell split the air as the creature failed in it's balance. Yet another sacrifice made in the worm's frantic need to get away. One thing that it would not manage.
When the wounded front slammed hard against the ground, Krevster was well clear. Such a cautious advance had not matched the speed of the retreat. All he needed was to keep the creature on the defensive. Now, it most certainly was.
Seeing weakness, a manic grin spread out beneath the helmet. It roared. It panicked. It only made Krevster more eager for the kill. Already he was wondering what grisly trophies he could harvest from the corpse. "Lots of blood my friend!" Darkheart shouted gleefully, his innards resenting the yell.
Finding what he was sure was a clear route to the exposed flank, Krevster brought up his sword and charged. This time it was the chisel-edge readied for the strike, the blade pulled back further for a wrathful cut. The final stride was a leaping bound, supporting a vast overhand strike hacking powerfully at the monster's body.
If violence is not the answer, you have asked me the wrong question.
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Morsereg Dindaedel
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Morsereg had been ripping apart various tentacles before the worm roared up and came back down again, making sure to jump to the side so as to avoid what would have been a devastating blow. Not far off, the stone floor was shattered from where the worm had first landed on him.
As he was distracted, he was knocked forward by a whip to the head from a tentacle. In rage from being caught off guard, the Vampire whipped around and ripped the tentacle apart with teeth and nails, hissing. He silently noted Darkheart's approval of his methods and his shouts of blood.
"Darkheart!" Morsereg called across the battlefield, blood dripping down the side of his cheek. "Even the strength of two great beings such as ourselves, even though combined we could grapple with the Gods...We are both injured, and this beast has us in it's own lair. Either we finish it quickly, or we back it into the dark crevice into which it just partly slipped." He shouted over the waterfall, looking across the cavern and sighting Darkheart.
"Let us finish the behemoth, and move on. We have much larger foes to best in the future, it would be ill-advised for one of us to be fatally injured and become useless to the other." Meaning Darkheart, as the worm was obviously not wielding a stake and hammer. He could take everything the worm had in its arsenal and live, if supplied with enough blood, and as long as his head was intact.
As well, He passed to Darkheart's mind through the power of suggestion, in a similar manor to how he ensnares his victims. I do not wish to leave Alalia untended for long, should she wake from her stupor and come upon us from behind. Once we are done with her, we must dispose of her. She knows too much.
As he was distracted, he was knocked forward by a whip to the head from a tentacle. In rage from being caught off guard, the Vampire whipped around and ripped the tentacle apart with teeth and nails, hissing. He silently noted Darkheart's approval of his methods and his shouts of blood.
"Darkheart!" Morsereg called across the battlefield, blood dripping down the side of his cheek. "Even the strength of two great beings such as ourselves, even though combined we could grapple with the Gods...We are both injured, and this beast has us in it's own lair. Either we finish it quickly, or we back it into the dark crevice into which it just partly slipped." He shouted over the waterfall, looking across the cavern and sighting Darkheart.
"Let us finish the behemoth, and move on. We have much larger foes to best in the future, it would be ill-advised for one of us to be fatally injured and become useless to the other." Meaning Darkheart, as the worm was obviously not wielding a stake and hammer. He could take everything the worm had in its arsenal and live, if supplied with enough blood, and as long as his head was intact.
As well, He passed to Darkheart's mind through the power of suggestion, in a similar manor to how he ensnares his victims. I do not wish to leave Alalia untended for long, should she wake from her stupor and come upon us from behind. Once we are done with her, we must dispose of her. She knows too much.
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At first the worm wasn't quite able to remain in place, the rushing water pulling it back towards the depths as it plunged to thunder off rocks at the bottom of the large hole.
Struggling with all it's considerable strength halted it's downwards progress. Even injured, the creature quickly began making headway towards pulling itself out of harm's way.
While doing so, the tentacles lashed out at both men, trying to keep them away. They weren't able to reach too far back to keep them away from it's lower torso, but the creature knew where it was vulnerable and was working to keep the two away from those areas. Several of the half dozen tentacles were ripped and shredded, but still worked effectively as they waved and thrashed.
It was only a matter of time until the creature was up and out of the hole again.
At first the worm wasn't quite able to remain in place, the rushing water pulling it back towards the depths as it plunged to thunder off rocks at the bottom of the large hole.
Struggling with all it's considerable strength halted it's downwards progress. Even injured, the creature quickly began making headway towards pulling itself out of harm's way.
While doing so, the tentacles lashed out at both men, trying to keep them away. They weren't able to reach too far back to keep them away from it's lower torso, but the creature knew where it was vulnerable and was working to keep the two away from those areas. Several of the half dozen tentacles were ripped and shredded, but still worked effectively as they waved and thrashed.
It was only a matter of time until the creature was up and out of the hole again.