So...where do we go from here...? (Post TUC questions and thoughts)

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« Reply #15 on: August 03, 2017, 08:10:09 pm »
Main characters: Likaro (lol), Crabicus, Moe Jr, Meppa, Akka, Mim, Esmi, the no-Kellhus baby and a head on a pole.
And the bad guyz: Ajokli, the mutilated and his pet inchie Aurax and Sam the No-God.
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« Reply #16 on: August 03, 2017, 08:22:27 pm »
Dunsult are gonna be super upset when the new No-God shows no interest in closing the world, and immediately starts chasing after Esmenet.

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« Reply #17 on: August 03, 2017, 08:29:36 pm »
Screamed from the voice of a thousand thousand Sranc

MOMMEEEEE

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« Reply #18 on: August 03, 2017, 08:42:29 pm »
Screamed from the voice of a thousand thousand Sranc

MOMMEEEEE

HAHAHAHA.
Excellent.
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« Reply #19 on: August 03, 2017, 10:19:07 pm »
The world saved by a cuddle session

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« Reply #20 on: August 04, 2017, 12:37:42 am »
That might actually happen.  :P


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Drusas Achamian stands on the battleplain,  surveying leagues of the churning horizon. The last of mankind's hosts lie utterly scattered and defeated. Despite the valor and might of the legions he had assembled, despite his every effort to be this ages Seswatha, it had still come to this. He had tossed the number sticks and lost. There were no words to describe the horror.

Cyclopean piles of the dead, defiled, burned, hewn to ruins... lay before him., along with all the panoply and wrack of bitter, final war. The last remainders of the fabled Ketyai and Norisirai might, lost. The famed sword-dancers of Zeum, gone. The remaining sorcerous might of Earwa, even mighty Likaro, dead or salted to the pith. The final remnants of the Cunoroi, obliterated and sent screaming to the Hells, after all the obscene ages. The Scylvendi tribes of Moenghus, slain. Even the barbarous and savage hordes of distant Eanna, all had fallen. Death had come swirling down, and slaying with it all hope.

And yet the foe remained.

Sranc without number, beauteous Ghoul faces wrenched in horrific hatred and lust. After everything they had endured it still had come to this. Esmenet, standing by his side, screams to see the mad numbers still remaining after the titanic battle, and clutches the old Wizard's arm in desperation. Mimara is on her knees, retching in despair. How much horror could the soul withstand? How much sin had they endured? How much degradation ? The running battles over the past five years, the butchery, everything that had come before- all of it seemed for naught.

And they could feel it in their hearts...the dread presence to the North.... and getting closer. Even now Akka could the faint outlines of the dread whirlwind forming, swirling.

Agony clutched his heart. They had searched and searched, and the Heron Spear remained lost to the fickle whims of time and the Whore Anagke. There was no chance of victory. Inrau...Proyas...Kellhus...Forgive me.... thought Akka.

The voice hit man and wife and daughter as a hammer.

WHAT AM I?

TELL ME

WHAT DO YOU SEE


The dread whirlwind approaches. The hordes part as before the prow of a ship.

The gibbering thousands of Sranc nearest to the dread carapace fall to their faces, while those beyond howled in ecstasy and masturbated in savage fury.

Akka clutches Esmi's hand and Mimara's in the other. There was no time, nowhere to run. At least he would die with the only women he had ever loved beside him.

The hoary black sarcophagus draws near them. Akka snorts a huge line of Qirri off his Nimil vambrace, closes his eyes, and waits for the end.

MOM?

the dread voice thundered through a thousand thousand Sranc throats

MOMEEEEEEEEE!

Akka turns to find Esmenet on her knees before the Carapace. "Kel? Kel!" she croaks. The whirlwind dies down, and the Carapace floats before them in  silence. Akka watches in horror as Esmenet, weeping, embraces the marmoreal black carapace in her arms... "You...you...were...you are the only one! " she shrieks.

Somewhere Akka hears the sound of a child's muffled cries...

I AM....i am... YOUR LITTLE BOY?

Mimara's judging eye finally opens.

Paradox.

And so did the world and the Outside shatter into a blinding white light.




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« Reply #21 on: August 04, 2017, 01:31:59 am »
kek, the heron hug

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« Reply #22 on: August 04, 2017, 04:31:06 am »
Awesome

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« Reply #23 on: August 04, 2017, 12:15:51 pm »
Bravo, sir. :)

I love the mention of how Likaro went out so heroically. ;)
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« Reply #24 on: August 04, 2017, 12:21:02 pm »
Awesome, Likaro. That would be a fucking perfect end. Hahahahaha.
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« Reply #25 on: August 04, 2017, 12:45:54 pm »
It's raucous alright. Yet, could you, or shouldn't you, inject some ambiguity?
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« Reply #26 on: August 04, 2017, 02:15:54 pm »
Bravo, sir. :)

I love the mention of how Likaro went out so heroically. ;)

Indeed. Brilliant, Likaro. I also loved the nod to your username's character. How Malowebi would rage ;)!
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« Reply #27 on: August 04, 2017, 05:23:45 pm »
Hehe thanks.

It will be quite funny if something like that comes to pass.

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« Reply #28 on: August 04, 2017, 10:18:09 pm »
Masterful

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« Reply #29 on: August 04, 2017, 10:56:09 pm »
Hehe thanks.

It will be quite funny if something like that comes to pass.

Indeed, well done. I am honestly pulling for Likaro to be a major player, and quite heroic figure, in TNG. The irony would be delicious. (Bonus points if, somehow or another, the Malowebi decapitant becomes a crucial part of Likaro's plan to save the world.)
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