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Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2016 20:18:38 GMT -8
The giant head broke the earth, rising high to the sky with a snarl of a serpent hiss. It arched over and dived again- maw open. The eyes latched onto prey- animal, big and small, human or not. It snapped before impacting the ground, catching prey in the vast expanse of its mouth and losing them to the darkness and death awaiting within. And the it was burrowing again- 1500 feet slithering out from one hole and in the other at a rapid pace.
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Post by Land Tillers' State on Oct 24, 2016 20:50:14 GMT -8
Most likely the very first thing the creature would encounter would be large wild animals, like large lions or wildebeest. Off in the distance, a patrolling mounted archer trotted along just in front of the start of the barley fields. He was contemplating what adventures awaited today, what his kids were up to, and what they should eat for dinner. And then a thousand foot snake erupted from out of the ground, promptly consumed a heard of gazelle, and dived back into the earth. The mounted archer sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He pulled out a small device, an enchanted mini-crossbow of sorts with a flare. The flare sailed into the sky and exploded in a green starburst, alerting the Land-Tillers along their border that, once again, they would have to defend their homeland against an apocalyptic something or other. After a chorus of groans and various iterations of "Oh for f***'s sake not again!", the Land-Tiller's mounted armed forces began to rally. The first responders to the threat would be a wave of mounted archers. About 30 of them headed out into the field towards where the beast last appeared. They moved in a large concave arc formation, the purpose of which was to give as many archers as possible line of sight should part of their formation be destroyed by the beast. Their mounts were mostly wildebeests and horses, specially trained and bred to achieve speeds of up to 50 miles per hour. Their riders were a mix of male and female archers who were masters of the parthian shot and could accurately strike targets up to 300-500 meters with a brief pause, or 15-30 meters while at full gallop. Their formation was about 600 meters long, with the archers about 20 meters apart. There was a scrying network hidden along the border that immediately alerted the Land-Tiller's magical defense system of a serious threat. Three bright points of light appeared relatively high in the sky... |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 25, 2016 6:18:59 GMT -8
It did not care. The massive body in motion would easily be seen when they arrived. It was still moving. While the body was moving into the earth, it was also moving out. The head arched to the surface again - aimed directly for the odd line of vibrations through the ground. Whatever was up there, it was living. Breathing. Pumping blood. Made of meat. It was still hungry.
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Post by Land Tillers' State on Oct 25, 2016 17:50:19 GMT -8
With the creature's maw being approximately 100 feet wide, it would easily take out 5 archers and their respective mounts. Unfortunately this was a necessary sacrifice to give the other archers a chance to counterattack. The archers ordered their mounts to pause so they could take aim. Depending on where the snake struck the formation, the majority of the archers were just barely within striking range. They would attempt to lead their target, in this case the snake's eyes as it was rising out of the ground, and simultaneously fire a volley of arrows. This could be either 12 arrows to each of its eyes or 20-something arrows to one of its eyes, or something in between, depending on what part of the formation the snake attacked.
The fact that the snake was able to strike their formation from underground gave the scrying network an important clue. The creature navigated with sound waves.
Up in the sky, the three lights burst open into three swirling portals. They looked like glowing white paint had been dumped onto an invisible pool of water which was floating in the sky, and swirled around. A large concentration of mana was building up in each of them. (Charge 1)
The portals were spaced apart about 100 meters each, and they were about 1000 meters into the air.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 25, 2016 20:07:04 GMT -8
Too many numbers. It only wanted meat. The head emerges in a burst of rock and dirt- rushing high to the sky before tipping the head to look across the earth. Behind the formation, there was a clean line. It arched and rushed for the ground, the jaw thumping heavy on the earth. The endless darkness revealed when the jaw opened, and it would begin to trail along- likely swallowing mount after mount as it rushed in a near straight line. Easy feed. Arrows willed the beast to close the eyes, but it didn't stop.
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Post by Land Tillers' State on Oct 25, 2016 22:24:05 GMT -8
It was clear the archers were no match for the beast, and so the survivors immediately fled back into the fields within the Expanse. At least ten lives were lost.
With the anger of the Land-Tillers incited, another wave would approach to challenge the creature.
This time 16 mounted mages, with mounts and ranges similar to the archers, rode out into the fields. They were gathering up energy for a barrage of elemental spells to test the creature for any weaknesses. Their formation was a four by four square, 120 meters long and 120 meters wide. The mages were about 40 meters apart each. They waited for the basilisk to surface, where they would strike it with fire, acid, ice, stone, lightning, concussive air, and pure mana bombs from their scepters. As they rode out their scepters glowed in preparation for their volley. (Charge 1)
In the distance, a magical flare went off signalling additional reinforcements would be arriving.
The three swirls in the sky began to crackle and give off sparks and small lightning bolts of pure energy. Whatever the Land-Tiller's great defenders had it mind, it was going to be quite the show. (Charge 2)
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Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2016 20:01:57 GMT -8
Mouth full, the head liftes. The nose slammed to the ground and it began to burrow again. The creature continued to tunnel about, and then pointed to the surface again - aiming for the new source of vibrations headed it's way. More food.
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Post by Land Tillers' State on Oct 29, 2016 9:20:51 GMT -8
The Land-Tiller mages know what's coming next. They brace themselves, knowing one of them is about to die.
As the snake burrows into the ground, the riders spread even further apart. The glow from their staves increases in luminosity, as the power and range of their magic increases over time (Charge 2).
In the sky above, great bolts of mana shoot out into the sky and strike at the ground. The mana levels being exerted by the portals is reaching critical mass. Each portal seems primed to cast a different spell. One portal is giving off green bolts. The other is giving off white bolts. And the third is giving off yellow bolts. (Charge 3)
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Post by Deleted on Oct 29, 2016 19:16:59 GMT -8
The earth bursts in a cloud of rock and dirt, gaping maw open as it ascends. It swallows one, maybe two, with no effort. The head rises high again before arching to go for a bite of another mounted mage on the surface. It was hungry. It would eat. Death was coming.
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Post by Land Tillers' State on Nov 1, 2016 9:00:55 GMT -8
The mages were spaced far enough apart so that the creature would at best only be able to swallow one of their kind, leaving 15 more of his comrades very, very pissed off.
Before the snake was able to make contact with the ground and its next meal, he would be on the receiving end of a splitting headache.
15 high energy elemental blasts would screech towards the basilisk's head and then bombard it with wind-splitting explosions. The series of flashes and pops would be seen and heard from miles away, like distant firecrackers. In addition to the sheer concussive forces caused by the blasts, the snake would be exposed to bolts of electricity, acid, sticky flames, and shards of ice. Some of these blasts would fly straight into the creature's mouth. (Charges expended)
The three portals of the sky reach critical mass. They glowed furiously, outshining the sun itself, and made a loud humming sound. This bright flash and hum would serve as a final warning to the basilisk before the true might of the Land-Tillers was made known. (Charge 4)
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Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2016 20:05:35 GMT -8
One target in the viscenity of the abyss that was the maw - one blast inside said abyss. It seemed undeterred. The rest crash and explode on seemingly indestructible hide. The head vanishes in another splash of dirt and rock, and starts to burrow again.
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Post by Land Tillers' State on Nov 3, 2016 22:30:24 GMT -8
A thick torrent of mana erupted from the earth, and the surviving riders took that as their cue to vacate the area immediately. Sprays of elemental magic were still drifting off the back of the basilisk when it happened. The ground broke apart, trees were felled, and a deafening roar effused from the deep darkness of the cracks. The portals in the sky whirred and cracked, summoning the power of the earth itself. And the earth heeded the call of vengeance for the innocent blood spilled this day! (Charges expended) First there was a hand. A great bulbous mass of stone digits slammed against the ground, causing a shock wave in its own right as the creature started to rise from the earth. Another hand, and another tremor rocked the earth clear to the horizon. It wasn't just the mass of the creature, but the pure unadulterated rage of the Land-Tillers having seen their own swallowed like mice. Next a large stone head with great glowing blue orbs for eyes rose up. Then a torso, easily mistaken for a cliff side. Then two great limbs like pillars into the sky. It was an earth titan, similar to those summoned by the Saskatoon Clan's guardians. But this one was infused not only with the power of the elders (including Sangilak, the greatest Earth master known to exist), but also the holy magic of the Phoenix Temple and the sheer firepower of the Black Tower Organization. Indeed, as the living mountain rose up into the sky, it was seen to be covered in a network of brightly glowing glyphs and runes, all radiating holy magic. The titan was well over a thousand feet tall. The creature roared out a challenge to the basilisk. The moment the snake reappeared the titan would attack. In the distance there appeared to be something approaching, something like a flock of birds... ( Some music for the occasion here.) |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2016 8:13:27 GMT -8
The length of the beast eventually vanished into the ground, and everything went still after the challenge was issued. It was slowly winding beneath the surface, waiting and feeling. The blast was a warning- something as massive and powerful as it. But it was hungry, and nothing killed it. It killed.
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Post by Land Tillers' State on Nov 5, 2016 22:04:05 GMT -8
The titan raised its massive arm into the sky and clenched its stoney fingers into a fist. Its ground-trembling roar was punctuated by a pulse of glowing light from the glyphs on its arms. Then, it slammed its fist into the ground.
The shockwave would go several miles out. Likely even the Isranians would see ripples in their bathtubs and goblets. The earth would split, and most likely the basilisk's sensory organs would be overwhelmed by the earthquake. The titan hissed, a seething, alien wind.
The so-called flock of birds came even closer. As they approached it would become apparent that the creatures were not birds, but something bigger. They also had little glowing lights over their heads... (Charge 1)
The portals in the sky did not dissipate. But once again they began to crackle and pop with magical energy. (Charge 1)
While the basilisk would no doubt be the greatest challenge they had ever face, one thing was certain: the Land-Tillers were determined to cancel the apocalypse.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 6, 2016 2:42:27 GMT -8
The entire world rattled. The beast went still. It waited until the worst of the tremors were gone. Then it began to move, creating the subtle tremors of it's own. It burrowed deeper and moved for the place below the titan. And from there it would circle. Around and around and around. It burrowed out a tunnel in a wide circle well beneath the titan, and continued to widen the tunnel across as well as up as it ascended bit by bit. Little by little, the earth above would begin to shift - under the feet of the titan. In mere minutes, there would be a inevitable collapse as a hollow was made below - likely to cost the titan it's footing if it remained.
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Post by Land Tillers' State on Nov 6, 2016 13:14:58 GMT -8
Fearing the basilisk was trying to escape further into the Expanse, the titan reacted as soon as it felt the tremors at its feet. It leaped back further into the expanse, the runes throughout its body empowering its massive frame to move. With another earth shattering boom the titan landed north of the basilisk's trap, without ever realizing the trap was there.
Furious, the titan roared and swung around. It pounded the earth with its massive fist again, and again, and again. Each time it sent overwhelming shockwaves into the ground and miles out. It would not stop until it had either forced the basilisk to confront it, or had created a mile-long basin of earth around it through its strikes.
Finally, in the sky, the winged creatures came into view. About a dozen small, agile wyverns, each with its own mage rider, approached with staffs raised above their heads. At the point of each staff was a brilliant glowing light. The dozen riders were split into two V-shaped formations of 6. Some of the lights were a brilliant yellow, and some were bluish white. (Charge 2) The floating lights were on approach to flank the portals.
The portals crackled and spit out more magical energy. There was a whirring sound like a jet engine coming from them. They were starting to turn violet. (Charge 2)
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2016 1:03:38 GMT -8
The trap failed, earth crumbling and collapsing in the sinkhole it had created. It kept moving- feeling the heavy body hit the ground and rattle the world once again. It moved for the mass, the massive skeleton of the basilisk rattling with each furious ground pound. But it moved- this time, zigging about beneath where the titan landed.
After maybe a mere minute of this new pattern, the earth would crack and threaten to crumble again- though not to the degree of the first trap.
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Post by Land Tillers' State on Nov 8, 2016 10:18:44 GMT -8
The titan continued to strike the earth again and again. With every strike there was a brilliant flash of light from the runes on its body. Its limbs crackled with holy energy and light as if it was surrounded by an invisible thunderstorm. There was one last series of flashes and pops as the living mountain prepared one more enraged strike. Its fist hovered ominously over the ground for a second longer than usual...
High in the sky, the violet portals were pulsating and exuding a terrifying shrill sound. They also projected a large circular spot light onto the land around the titan, a projection which was becoming smaller and more concentrated on the titan's body. (Charge 3)
The wyverns and their riders were circling above the titan. The riding mages with glowing blue staffs were also starting to emanate a shrill engine- like sound as their spells reached full power. The ones with the yellow staffs on the other hand made no additional sound. Instead a yellowish pattern of concentric circles began to form around the blue-staffed mages which seemed to be coming from the yellow-staffed mages. (Charge 3)
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2016 10:41:34 GMT -8
The violent strikes to the earth would only aid in weakening the ground beneath the titan as it moved about. Accelerated, it would be moments before the ground gave away. The beast would lunge to the wrecked surface. The titan would likely be in a state of collapse or uneven footing. It would be a hard and quick motion. The head leads the massive body - a quick wrap around the leg is attempted, with crushing power to grind bone and stone to dust. The head was pointed back to the ground, preparing to descend again with partial prey potentially in hold.
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Post by Land Tillers' State on Nov 8, 2016 15:02:21 GMT -8
The collapsing ground caused the titan to fall forward. But it maintained some measure of stability by thrusting its first into the ground, resulting in another titanic shock wave. As the basilisk grabbed its leg, so too would the titan reach its massive, craggy arms around its neck or body, depending on the direction the basilisk came from.. It would also press its legs together as much as it could, forming a vice grip in its thighs. It would use its boulder crushing strength to hold the basilisk on the surface as long as possible, even if it was just a few seconds. Of course if the titan could crush the snake's body, or if its crags could peel off scales and dig into its flesh, that would be even better.
A few seconds is all it would take.
The wyvern riders banked downward and all rode in a circle around the portal. As soon as they saw an opening, the commander signaled them to fire. Great tendrils of freezing magic writhed and whirled out of their staffs. What they had cast was a potent freezing spell, able to solidify an entire lake if necessary. The tendrils, like snakes in their own right, whirred towards the basilisk's scales at blinding speed and would chill them to below freezing temperatures. As for the yellow spell, it served to drastically empower the ice spell in a combination attack. If the basilisk was like any other reptile, the sudden drop in temperature would cause its movements to become sluggish, even if the scales themselves were unharmed.
But that wasn't all. The primary objective of the ice spell was to cause the creature's scales to become brittle and vulnerable to the portals' next attack. The great spotlight would zero in on the icy patch of scales and unleash its magic. A large iron mass, shaped like a long, thin diamond, appeared briefly in the middle portal before being struck by massive purple bolts of arcane energy. An eighth of a second later the projectile would crashing down with enough force to penetrate to a mountain's core, or a basilisk's spine.
Off in the distance, away from the cataclysmic battle happening at the southern border, a thin, quiet beam of green light shot up into the sky...
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