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Post by Deleted on Nov 24, 2016 21:54:47 GMT -8
She shook her head.
"I possible. Was small before. Tiny. Bug size to you. Live whole life in sand. Was born under rock, hatch, and burrow into sand. Stay there. I ate tiny tiny bugs. Grew bigger. Ate bigger bugs. Kept growing bigger. Now can't see bugs!"
She giggled a little before continuing, making sure to keep her voice low so she didn't startle Anatolius.
"Three years I do that. Grew bigger and bigger, now am what I am. Meet humans when I still small. They thought I snake. They friendly. They name me Shaitana. I no hurt humans. I avoid human towns. I mean no harm."
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Anatolius Kamaradeos
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𝕯𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝕴𝖗𝖆𝖊
Roleplay posts: 43
Age: 57
Physical Description: Tall at 7ft, he has light brown hair, a cleanly shaven face and features so strong (most notably his large chin) a giant would break their fist on them (almost literally). His eyes are gray. Nearly every bit of him is muscular, even his face, though the muscles do not look excessively massive like some body builders; they look as though they were built more for aesthetic purposes, which in truth they were; the Church needs a good face after all Scripture and poems are tattooed all over his back. Surprisingly his body is devoid of scars and such. Apart from a few tiny strands of silver, and an aged voice one could easy mistake him by his face and it's lack of wrinkles or aging for a thirty, or even twenty year old.
Clothes and Equipment: A heavy plate armour of steel blessed to be harder and than mithril even in anti-magical environments, while containing all sorts of other boons where magic is applicable, and with massive shoulder pads and a special rest for his head. In conjunction with a gambeson he will wear a thick set of scale-mail to absorb impact and protect his remaining parts from sharp weapons. He is armed with a long gladius, a mattock, and a large square shield, occassionally adding crossbows, or two handed weapons to his reprtoire, all with similar enchantments to his armour. His armour and weapons are ornately decorated with gilding, laurels, skulls and crosses, most notably a golden halo built into his armour shining with a bright light.
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Post by Anatolius Kamaradeos on Nov 28, 2016 10:03:43 GMT -8
He shook his head again. Disbelief in such a thing was still running amok in his head. He was even more surprised when she said it took only three years to grow so massive. "How?" What did you bloody well eat? Did some wizard cook you up in a beaker?" He exclaimed, remembering the other insane things he had seen. Thinking about them, this one was not that amazing but it was still... improbable. "Where did you first appear?" He asked, astonished still.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2016 10:07:24 GMT -8
She shrugged.
"I eat everything. All food. Never hungry. I show you my birthcave?"
She held out her palm for him to climb on, silently offering him a ride.
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Anatolius Kamaradeos
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𝕯𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝕴𝖗𝖆𝖊
Roleplay posts: 43
Age: 57
Physical Description: Tall at 7ft, he has light brown hair, a cleanly shaven face and features so strong (most notably his large chin) a giant would break their fist on them (almost literally). His eyes are gray. Nearly every bit of him is muscular, even his face, though the muscles do not look excessively massive like some body builders; they look as though they were built more for aesthetic purposes, which in truth they were; the Church needs a good face after all Scripture and poems are tattooed all over his back. Surprisingly his body is devoid of scars and such. Apart from a few tiny strands of silver, and an aged voice one could easy mistake him by his face and it's lack of wrinkles or aging for a thirty, or even twenty year old.
Clothes and Equipment: A heavy plate armour of steel blessed to be harder and than mithril even in anti-magical environments, while containing all sorts of other boons where magic is applicable, and with massive shoulder pads and a special rest for his head. In conjunction with a gambeson he will wear a thick set of scale-mail to absorb impact and protect his remaining parts from sharp weapons. He is armed with a long gladius, a mattock, and a large square shield, occassionally adding crossbows, or two handed weapons to his reprtoire, all with similar enchantments to his armour. His armour and weapons are ornately decorated with gilding, laurels, skulls and crosses, most notably a golden halo built into his armour shining with a bright light.
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Post by Anatolius Kamaradeos on Nov 29, 2016 6:58:50 GMT -8
The way the sandworm said "I eat everything" was not reassuring, but he had to see, if just for study the size of the creature's birthplace. Cautiously he would step upon the proffered hand. "Yes, very well." he said, hopefully ready for whatever may come.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2016 9:32:50 GMT -8
She smiled warming as he climbed onto her hand. Carefully she withdrew into her worm body and closed the flaps, sealing them both in. She placed the man on the teeth lining the walls for safety. Although warm, it was surprisingly dry and odorless inside the worm mouth. The sheer size difference between the two coupled with the pitch-black darkness that saturated the air gave the gargantuan mouth an endless void feel, as though Anatolius was lost to time and space. Suddenly her eyes began to glow as she stared off into the distance, lighting up the inside to show the cavernous expanse gilded with thousands of teeth lining the walls.
"Hold on."
Anatolius could hear heavy rumblings and feel shaking, as though Shaitana was burrowing into the ground. Every so often slight shifts in directions would cause him and his horse to rebalance, but for the most part it was a silent and smooth journey into the unknown.
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Anatolius Kamaradeos
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𝕯𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝕴𝖗𝖆𝖊
Roleplay posts: 43
Age: 57
Physical Description: Tall at 7ft, he has light brown hair, a cleanly shaven face and features so strong (most notably his large chin) a giant would break their fist on them (almost literally). His eyes are gray. Nearly every bit of him is muscular, even his face, though the muscles do not look excessively massive like some body builders; they look as though they were built more for aesthetic purposes, which in truth they were; the Church needs a good face after all Scripture and poems are tattooed all over his back. Surprisingly his body is devoid of scars and such. Apart from a few tiny strands of silver, and an aged voice one could easy mistake him by his face and it's lack of wrinkles or aging for a thirty, or even twenty year old.
Clothes and Equipment: A heavy plate armour of steel blessed to be harder and than mithril even in anti-magical environments, while containing all sorts of other boons where magic is applicable, and with massive shoulder pads and a special rest for his head. In conjunction with a gambeson he will wear a thick set of scale-mail to absorb impact and protect his remaining parts from sharp weapons. He is armed with a long gladius, a mattock, and a large square shield, occassionally adding crossbows, or two handed weapons to his reprtoire, all with similar enchantments to his armour. His armour and weapons are ornately decorated with gilding, laurels, skulls and crosses, most notably a golden halo built into his armour shining with a bright light.
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Post by Anatolius Kamaradeos on Nov 29, 2016 13:55:34 GMT -8
"Oh my." was all that escaped the man's mouth. He was big for a human, and slightly above average for a blessed one but this was... a lot to take in. He simply stood, Gladius still ready to give a bad case of indigestion should it be decided he was delicious.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2016 14:06:59 GMT -8
After what seemed like an hour of silent travel, Anatolius would feel the sandworm coming to a halt after moving upwards. Her eyes stopped glowing and the worm mouth opened to reveal sunlight once more. Carefully, she placed him on her palm and extended outwards, placing him on the sand next to her.
"We here! This birth place!"
Before them was a modestly-sized cave built out of stones naturally pushing upwards from the soil below and shaded by a single palm tree. Far, far too small for someone Shaitana's size, it seemed a perfect fit for Anatolius.
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Anatolius Kamaradeos
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𝕯𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝕴𝖗𝖆𝖊
Roleplay posts: 43
Age: 57
Physical Description: Tall at 7ft, he has light brown hair, a cleanly shaven face and features so strong (most notably his large chin) a giant would break their fist on them (almost literally). His eyes are gray. Nearly every bit of him is muscular, even his face, though the muscles do not look excessively massive like some body builders; they look as though they were built more for aesthetic purposes, which in truth they were; the Church needs a good face after all Scripture and poems are tattooed all over his back. Surprisingly his body is devoid of scars and such. Apart from a few tiny strands of silver, and an aged voice one could easy mistake him by his face and it's lack of wrinkles or aging for a thirty, or even twenty year old.
Clothes and Equipment: A heavy plate armour of steel blessed to be harder and than mithril even in anti-magical environments, while containing all sorts of other boons where magic is applicable, and with massive shoulder pads and a special rest for his head. In conjunction with a gambeson he will wear a thick set of scale-mail to absorb impact and protect his remaining parts from sharp weapons. He is armed with a long gladius, a mattock, and a large square shield, occassionally adding crossbows, or two handed weapons to his reprtoire, all with similar enchantments to his armour. His armour and weapons are ornately decorated with gilding, laurels, skulls and crosses, most notably a golden halo built into his armour shining with a bright light.
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Post by Anatolius Kamaradeos on Nov 29, 2016 18:20:28 GMT -8
He hopped out, feeling himself all over to make sure he was not eaten. "You grew that large from... here?" whatever Shaitana was, clearly the predecessor was capable of great feats of growth. "Do you remember your birth? Or is this the site of your first memory?" he asked. He poked his head within, sword still in hand just in case. "Surely this is not where you came from? Your metabolism alone must be... well, magical." he said, not liking to always go to such an explanation.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2016 19:05:34 GMT -8
Inside the cave he would see a stone chair built from the wall as well as a makeshift table crafted from rocks and wood. On the table was what looked like a small glass tube broken in half. On the chair was a skeleton in desert clothing, holding a worn letter in one hand.
"I from here. I remember here first." Shaitana said as she tried to peer inside with Anatolius. Her eye alone was too big to see inside. Should Anatolius read the letter, it would look faded from time.
Jacob,
The wizards'.....experi..tations.....success. Please....attached the...pecimen of.....reature Megadrilacea Sapien.....capsule. Alth.....small now.........e me......grow.......consum......ything. Plea....p in m.......s fully sapient......would suggest), meaning.....st be conditione............t to do. It......quick learner.........nd simply train......combat......help you achieve your goal. Within.......years.....you.....to take c...trol of Sakand. The creature.....apable of drillin.....ock and stone at a speed of.....miles an hour when fully grown.....nigh invulnerable to con.....onal wea..ons. Its final stages...........ver two miles. Please use with caution, and I wish you the best.....conquest. For.....Order
Norin
The skeleton on the chair had a cracked skull, reclining in over the table where the capsule lay.
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Anatolius Kamaradeos
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𝕯𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝕴𝖗𝖆𝖊
Roleplay posts: 43
Age: 57
Physical Description: Tall at 7ft, he has light brown hair, a cleanly shaven face and features so strong (most notably his large chin) a giant would break their fist on them (almost literally). His eyes are gray. Nearly every bit of him is muscular, even his face, though the muscles do not look excessively massive like some body builders; they look as though they were built more for aesthetic purposes, which in truth they were; the Church needs a good face after all Scripture and poems are tattooed all over his back. Surprisingly his body is devoid of scars and such. Apart from a few tiny strands of silver, and an aged voice one could easy mistake him by his face and it's lack of wrinkles or aging for a thirty, or even twenty year old.
Clothes and Equipment: A heavy plate armour of steel blessed to be harder and than mithril even in anti-magical environments, while containing all sorts of other boons where magic is applicable, and with massive shoulder pads and a special rest for his head. In conjunction with a gambeson he will wear a thick set of scale-mail to absorb impact and protect his remaining parts from sharp weapons. He is armed with a long gladius, a mattock, and a large square shield, occassionally adding crossbows, or two handed weapons to his reprtoire, all with similar enchantments to his armour. His armour and weapons are ornately decorated with gilding, laurels, skulls and crosses, most notably a golden halo built into his armour shining with a bright light.
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Post by Anatolius Kamaradeos on Nov 30, 2016 17:20:18 GMT -8
The man strolled around, lifting up all the component parts of the table after reading the message. Can't be too careful. It seemed that the sandworm was some sort of weapon, one of mass-destruction. Sakand definitely would be vulnerable now that Tall-Ak-Kara no longer had it's former glory and the city was now just a great big resort, but if necessary he reckoned there were enough magic-users to leave it as a little red puddle, or whatever colour it's blood was. The creature was not careful it seemed, so he unleashed some sort of monster upon the world. Anatolius straightened out, blowing some sand off of his armour. "I recommend you leave the land, on behalf of most who live here. One should not have so much power, one should not have such great potential at their disposal and thus have entire populations at the mercy of their choice; such a thing is inhumane. Of course asking you to kill yourself is wrong, but I recommend you go far where none will be affected by what you do. For the good of all."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2016 17:57:49 GMT -8
Shaitama looked down to him with a saddened face.
"But...I no go near city....I no harm...."
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Anatolius Kamaradeos
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𝕯𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝕴𝖗𝖆𝖊
Roleplay posts: 43
Age: 57
Physical Description: Tall at 7ft, he has light brown hair, a cleanly shaven face and features so strong (most notably his large chin) a giant would break their fist on them (almost literally). His eyes are gray. Nearly every bit of him is muscular, even his face, though the muscles do not look excessively massive like some body builders; they look as though they were built more for aesthetic purposes, which in truth they were; the Church needs a good face after all Scripture and poems are tattooed all over his back. Surprisingly his body is devoid of scars and such. Apart from a few tiny strands of silver, and an aged voice one could easy mistake him by his face and it's lack of wrinkles or aging for a thirty, or even twenty year old.
Clothes and Equipment: A heavy plate armour of steel blessed to be harder and than mithril even in anti-magical environments, while containing all sorts of other boons where magic is applicable, and with massive shoulder pads and a special rest for his head. In conjunction with a gambeson he will wear a thick set of scale-mail to absorb impact and protect his remaining parts from sharp weapons. He is armed with a long gladius, a mattock, and a large square shield, occassionally adding crossbows, or two handed weapons to his reprtoire, all with similar enchantments to his armour. His armour and weapons are ornately decorated with gilding, laurels, skulls and crosses, most notably a golden halo built into his armour shining with a bright light.
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Post by Anatolius Kamaradeos on Dec 1, 2016 6:09:56 GMT -8
"That is good, but insufficient. One day you will have to choose and you will choose wrong. It happens to all. Because of who you are your wrong choices will be much more impactful. You must leave far because of this." He said. "I cannot and will not force you but know that such is best."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2016 9:34:28 GMT -8
"But...where I go? Sands all I know..."
She began to retreat into her worm body again, looking miserable. With a slight pause she nodded.
"Alright..I leave home...it nice meet you..."
She withdrew her human torso into the worm body before slinking back into the sands below. The rumblings as she swam away continued for a few minutes before eventually dying down, leaving Anatolius in utter silence.
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