UbeOne
Daydreaming CPU
- Location
- Philippines
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Rae
Scratch that. This land doesn't just promote death; it promotes undeath! Reminds me of that one plague from WarCraft 3. And now we're in actual trouble. As in, they intend to harm us!
"You know, like those!" I continue. Geez, she's really playing up her eldritchness.
"Yeah, we're getting out of here!" I say as I stand up and accompany Erzsebet. Tapping into my power once more, I will the skeletons' bones to be chilled, to be slowed down via their energy production being slowed. Whether that works or not, I'd then convert my own cells' energy into streams of lightning from my hands, which I release onto the horde as I keep moving. It feels like a rush to take a page off a certain Force technique...
I quickly back off, so as not to accidentally get caught in the crossfire. Reminds me of that homunculus, Gluttony. "Surely there are better food choices than this," I point out.Rhy turned from hunting down more bones to consume, noticing the dying plants, and slowly trundled over, eyeing the dying plants with a primal hunger. Food was food, as her body warped again, tendrils ready to pull the dying life inside a newly formed gaping maw.
Shortly after the plant dies, a rumbling begins to shake the ground all around you as a dense fog rolls in from nowhere. A purple light shines up from deep beneath the ground below you as a skeletal hand shoots up from the ground. Followed shortly thereafter by another, and another. As skeletal warriors wearing well worn armor and broken weapons pull themselves from the earth all around you. Their teeth clack together as they stare at you, before shambling over in a large mob. Behind the mob a group of skeletal archers take position and begin to draw their bows. While more and more of the comrades pull themselves up to join the fight. Meanwhile in the distance, the howls grow ever closer, ever more chilling to the bone.
Scratch that. This land doesn't just promote death; it promotes undeath! Reminds me of that one plague from WarCraft 3. And now we're in actual trouble. As in, they intend to harm us!
Rhy Emitted an unearthly screech as her eyes seemed to glaze over, before her body quivered and erupted into a withering, migrain inducing mass of tentacles, mouths, and eyes, tentacles lashing out and trying to draw a warrior into a massive gaping maw of razor teeth to be consumed whole, as she wailed something in an unkown language.
"You know, like those!" I continue. Geez, she's really playing up her eldritchness.
As soon as the skeletons pop from the ground, I hug the Minizilla tighter to my chest, even as I feel the scales resurfacing all over my body.
"Shhhh... It's fiiiine, Baby, Big Sis is gonna make sure you are okay." I assure the panicking reptile, my tail snapping at the approaching skeleton. "I suggest we don't entertain the skeleton war's fresh recruits and just skedaddle. After all, we still need to find something edible for little Big Guy. And those howls sound pro-mi-sing~."
Without another word, I take off with Minizilla in my arms away from skeletons and towards the howls, shifting my scales towards my back just in case those archers got ideas.
"Yeah, we're getting out of here!" I say as I stand up and accompany Erzsebet. Tapping into my power once more, I will the skeletons' bones to be chilled, to be slowed down via their energy production being slowed. Whether that works or not, I'd then convert my own cells' energy into streams of lightning from my hands, which I release onto the horde as I keep moving. It feels like a rush to take a page off a certain Force technique...