Strange Blooms
18th of February 2007 A.D.
"Your delusions of adequacy" you declare, essence burning and
becoming. "Have stopped. Being. Funny." Between moments, the ground freezes over across two miles of jungle, with the crack of exploding branches following an abrupt temperature drop below zero, even as an arctic wind dashes saltwater spray across the clearing. You wipe your face with a mailed fist, even as your opponent's pupils dilate to the size of marbles. "Bored now. Time to end."
The newly chilled air fractures in front of the shard of unreality, a second gloating puppet struck through the heart.
Mordite at -2/20
As puppet number three raises a hand from the throng to catch it, for form's sake one assumes something. All around the watchers that had tumbled from their perches now huddle together shivering, raising clawed limbs over concave sternums connecting to too many ribs, the gesture all too human. Before they had been hopeful now they are purposeful.
"Feed! Comer! Comer! Comer!"
The chant isn't in places in English in places, mostly in Spanish, but more and more it's in a tongue that's neither, older in these lands, but no less urgent. It's what you'd expect a company of vampires to chant, but it doesn't sound right, or maybe it doesn't sound wrong enough.
Mordite at -2/20
Comer! Comer! Mikuy! Mikuy!"
Not like a pack of baying fiends, more like a band of starving folks before the rains come. Something was speaking through them you realize and it's not 'feed' at all... it's 'eat', not a demand, a call to sustenance.
"Idiot child, do you think the wizards will thank you? A god shall vomit himself onto himself and all that will be is blood! A tide of blood fit to birth a lake of viscera!"
The hellish sight that fills your mind's eye is...
tame by the standards of hell. Yes the whole valley is filled with tainted blood and the river behind you, the crops an water supply of tens of thousands, but you can move tens of thousands if need be, feed them and shelter them and you know there is a reason the dark voice is putting this in your mind.
It is, as Sophia had put it, afraid.
The last body falls as the Mordite strikes it in the head, right between the eyes briefly enlightening it with the grotesque impression of a third before it crumbles down to a kind of pale slime-mold on the quickly thawing earth even as you retained your mastery of the cold wind.
Mordite at -5/20
"Eat of My Body and be Whole!"
So spoke the earth to the lesser vampires and each of them reached down and began to eat clods of soil as they two handed. As you watch in horrified fascination some of the vampires' guts expand into shadowy maggots that burst like the fractal lines of outsiders, some shrink and contract with the sound of twisting bones until they take flight as what seems to all your senses common bats, but some... grow more
human.
"Well I'll be damned!" Carlos mutters somewhere behind you.
Truth be told you are used to performing wonders not watching them, but there's no denying this: "Kind of looks like the opposite really..."
"You are Hungry, You are Hunger, you Want....?"
It's a good thing you aren't speaking English otherwise the sentence: 'I'd like the evil mold to make a splendor out of', might have sounded strange.
"Artisan, God... Thank You. Take care of those who eat of me!"
A shard of hollow glass containing a phosphorescent white liquid bursts from the soil at your feet.
"You're dying," it's not a question, but a statement addressed to the now steaming ground as the vampires continue along their transformations.
Gain 'Corpse' of Lord of Outer Night
The voice from nowhere, so different from the one that had come before and yet touched of the same ancient solemnity continues:
"Been dead a long time. Couldn't finish. Am finishing."
Something tells you that the god feeding itself to vampires had not been its own idea, but at the same time that the Red King and his ilk had not meant for him to feed himself to lesser vampires. The intended recipient died by mordite.
What do you do?
[] Try to keep the dying god from completely feeding itself to vampires
[] Let it finish, it is definitely not a lake of tainted blood
[] Write in
OOC: Just to be clear the wizards are much more confused than you, they do not think on the mental frequency this god is speaking to you.