- Posting Speed
- Speed of Light
- Multiple posts per day
- Writing Levels
- Advanced
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Genres
- Sci-fi, modern, horror, a bit of dark romance stories.
Carbuncle's claws were damaging to the zombies, cutting through their skin and clothing easily from their lack of armor, but unfortunately not doing enough to stop them. Even with a few losing their hands from the elbow down, they continued to climb out of the grates from the floor; the moans echoing throughout the empty hanger even louder than before. Once they were in the open, she could get a better look at them.Every morning when Vaasha wakes up, she would pull a random card from her tarot deck. It's something she tries to do daily, something she learned from her mentor in magic. The card she draws helps her to figure out what she may need to do that day, or what to look out for. In the same sense some people read a horoscope every day.
This morning when she rolled off of the cot in the rented Moghouse, she drew one of the cards from her belt's pouch. The card she held then between her fingers was 'The Arrow', and it was upside down in her hand. So The Arrow, in Umbral Position. It usually means… the adventurer has to find control in their life. To pause, gain stability and move on with life. Become more disciplined, more focused. But it can also be a warning that someone is manipulate circumstances out of the adventurer's favor.
And suddenly she's in a dark room filled with dead bodies, automaton parts and a screeching undead.
The small glowing creature, Carbuncle, leans away from the undead thing as it starts to screech in that awful high tone. Vaasha hugs herstaff to her chest and closes her eyes, her ears flattening to her head as she whimpers with that sound. And then it's head pops. Carbuncle bounds to one side to avoid any of the splatter, Vaasha is not so lucky. Some of the chunks hit her robes, and she feels some of the liquid along the fur on her face. Immediately one of her hands comes up to brush away as much as she can from her features, letting out a loud whimper. Taking a few slow breaths she does her best to get herself calmed. Her eyes open a little, seeing the thing was no longer moving. Carbuncle prances back to Vaasha, staring up at her with concern.
Forcing a smile for him, she nods. "I'm okay." Looking up now to try and once more get her bearings, and that is when she sees the writing on the wall. Literally. She squints a little and moves towards the wall and holds her lit staff to see the wording better. And she is a little horrified. Her name…and some numbers. What does this mean? Her head tilts to one side as she studies them. What do they mean? 100… 500… 600… in her mind she looks for numeric patterns, but it's pretty obvious. 100 and 500 equal 600. But what do the numbers mean?
She jumps with the new sounds now, moans and some sort of melody. Taking a few quick steps from the wall she looks into the darkness and her staff stops glowing abruptly. Her eyes take a moment to focus now. She is a Mithra… and she can see as well in the dark as she can in the light. And her staff was just throwing off her focus. Carbuncle is now the source of light near her, and it turns suddenly to look back at the wall. She follows Carbuncle's gaze to the wall, and the message has changed. 'Find The Power'? She doesn't have time to think it over before she starts to feel something trembling under her. She looks down, and lets out a scream as the deck starts to come apart and hands start reaching upwards. Now she scrambles back and uses her staff for balance. Her ears flick as she hears more of them, and there are things in the dark. Vaasha bolts, running towards one of the larger structures she can make out. She draws her staff across her chest and flicks it outwards, the crystal embedded in the staff once more giving off light. Without words Carbuncle knows what it is Vaasha wants.. the ruby on its forehead begins to glow and it leaps up. The small animal leaps up and spins in a forward circle and a flash of light forms around its body and beams to Vaasha. Running, the Mithra is encompassed in a shimmering blue energy (looking like panels around her) and then a shimmering green energy (looking like hexagons around her). Carbuncle lands and then darts towards the undead now almost fully from the floor. It leaps up, throwing itself at them with a flurry of claws and fangs.
Carbuncle won't last long against them, but it isn't meant to.
Vaasha skids to a stop near one of the tanks. She needs a little elevation, but first her next line of defense. Drawing in a slow breath shespins around and holds her staff in front of her with both hands, the crystal tip at eye level. White and red electrical energy starts to form around her as she closes her eyes, and she takes a deep breath. She then shouts out "Three suns align, pour forth their light! Fill the Demon's claws with might!" Vaasha thrusts her hands forward with her staff and another summoning array forms on the floor in front of her. Heat rises from the array, it glowing a bright red and orange. Vaasha now turns and heads for the row of tanks.
Flames spew forth from the array, and a hellish roar is heard as a being rises from the array. Flames breath from it's massive jaws, it's claws flexing in anticipation as the array dissipates. It is about 7 feet tall, from talons to jagged horns. The being gives off a red glow and an immense heat. Standing within 3 feet of it, one would feel heat much the same as reaching into an oven with a bare hand. The being roars as it sees the undead coming its way. With soft grunts Vaasha climbs to the top of the tank and calls out as she gets her balance. "Sayid Ifrit! aqtul hadhih al'ashya'a! Ruuwsahum daeifatun!" The being looks over its shoulder towards her and speaks, its lips not moving "sayidati faeashan , hal tatamanaa 'an 'aqtulahum? laqad talabt miniy 'ala 'afeal dhalik ya Mithra." She lets out an aggravated hiss and holds up a single finger to him. "Faqat hadhih almarata! Alraja' 'iitqan Ifrit! saeidni!" A low snarl escapes the monster's lips and looks back to the oncoming undead. It floats above the deck about a foot from the ground, and it begins to move forth. It's chest expands as it rears back, and then it lets out a column of red and orange fire from its jaws, turning its head to engulf the whole of the group in the hellish attack. It seems to be… excited by this task. By being allowed to end these smaller beings before it. Carbuncle is gone by now, having been destroyed by the undead. His goal was only to give Vaasha enough time to summon the Celestial God of Flames, Ifrit.
With more undead put back to dead again, the numbers Vaasha saw before changed once more.
Vaasha:
+100 600
+100
+100
+100
+100
+100
1200
Round 2
There would be a few minutes of quiet as the zombie cries vanished, the only sound being the crackling of the burning bodies. Then, like before, moans started echoing again, in even more numbers. More hands would rise out from the floor where the grates were pushed off, but she could see also in the darkness the faint shadows and outlines of shambling bodies moving throughout the maze towards her. But, at the end of the maze, she could see a way out, with what looked to be an operational turbolift, as the console was faintly lit enough for her to catch a glimpse of. +100 600
+100
+100
+100
+100
+100
1200
Round 2
She would also see more strangeness. Just below her, on the other side of the tank facing the maze, she could see the outline of something drawn onto the tank with what looked to be chalk. If she approached, the drawing was of a gun, and the name read above:
DC-17 Blaster [Cost: 500]
No cheating
She would be forced to go through the maze, and fight these creatures.