The Behemoth At Kal'akash

[Samson Option 9652]

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i6-Zn_f86qc&index=3&list=PLipng7TEdUn8gtlDGakTm21TvPeYVWGJm

 

The cavern of Kal'Akash echoed the emotion of the day, that of lament and sadness. Dwarves wept in their homes and cried out to fate throughout the streets. Meanwhile, the throne room was abuzz with quarrel and deputation as the Senators and barristers hollered and bantered back and forth. King Balek's death crippled the Kingdom of Urguan into mourning. The capital fell into itself with oblivion and dispair with nary a Dwed leaving the refuge from which they wept. The farms, hillsides, and boreal coastline sank into a silence finally interrupted by the break of tidal waves splashing violently against the northern shores.

 

The water along the coast parted ways as a Runic Behemoth beached itself ashore. In its wide footsteps came Runic Titans and battalions of Clan Sundur Dwarves using capsule-shaped transports. The forest surrounding them lit up in an array of colours and hues as the runes etched into the Behemoth and Titans glowed vividly with activation and agitation. Within an hour, the battalions lined themselves neatly and the Behemoth beckoned them to march. The expeditionary army flanked around and ascended the hill of Kal'Akash under the cloak of night. The Dwed loitering the streets and mourning in their homes continued their ceremony with the aid of ale and anguish.

 

The Runic Behemoth reached the gates of Kal'Akash with its reinforcements laying in ambush at the foot of the hill. The Behemoth lowered itself until its beady eyes could glower into the capital. A blood-red light washed over the entire capital and bathed the Dwed within. Some of the Dwarves spied the origin of the light through windows while others fled and fetched those still arguing in the throne room. Dwarven legionnaires ran through the barracks and came back out flanking the senators who braved the light and came outside of Kal'Akash to ascertain the ungodly sight. The Dwarves halted before raising their heads in unison, some of them muttering curses or blessings for possible boons with the sight of the gargantuan Runic Behemoth.

 

The granite form of the Runic Behemoth shifted with sheets of stone unveiling wind tunnels below each of its shoulder-blades. A blaring voice emitted as its eyes scanned and fixated on the Grand Marshal Jorik Grandaxe.

 

"O Jorik Grandaxe, let us not trade pleasantries, instead admit that you guided us here - you activated our outpost," the voice called out with a booming tone.

 

The Dwed turned and looked around with some locking eyes with Jorik. The Grand Marshal stepped out from the crowd and looked forward and nodded his head bravely.

 

"Yeh', oi' fixed yer' beacon an' t'ought it wise t'let yer' folks 'ere"

 

"We hope our agents served you well, the Stoutchasms informed us of King Balek's death - is it true?", the Behemoth replied. Jorik nodded and inquired the reason for the Runic Behemoth's visit. The legionnaires began to shift nervously together and form a ring around the senators.

 

"The throne is empty and who better than we to ascend it. Power and majesty is what we possess, an enlightened rule will be yours if our kin came together and worked together," the Behemoth affirmed the Dwed's fears. The Legion arranged themselves in defensive position.

 

"Yer'll neh' make os' slaves fer' yer' Clan!", Raglin, Onar, and Rhewen cried out in the negative. Few of the dwarves sounded a positive note. The Grand Marshal and Hogarth Irongut withdrew their blades and beckoned the Behemoth to depart. Instead, the Behemoth stood at its full height of sixty feet as if to intimidate and its wind tunnels trumpeted once. Behind the behemoth, columns of dust raised over the top of the hill as the battalions marched onto Kal'Akash. With the Sundur Dwarves and Runic Titans in view, the legion ordered a retreat back into Kal'Akash with the rest of the Dwarves in tow.

 

The Runic Behemoth threw great granite fists into the facades of Kal'Akash's gate, shattering and tossing debris into the city. The Dwarves held off the initial siege assault as the portcullis laid in disrepair. The Behemoth withdrew to the farms and ordered various flanking maneuvers as it turned back to the ocean. The Dwed ruthlessly fought off the attacks until they sat at the northern coast watching the Runic Behemoth lumbers through and into the ocean once more. From within the depths, its eyes watched as the Dwarves gathered together boats and began to set sail.

 

The outpost, upon emitting the light of the beacon, had gathered a whole host of marine wildlife like threshers and sharks. The Dwarves descended to the outpost and eventually reached it upon fighting off the various creatures therein. As the Dwarves swam back up and reached the surface gasping for air, something stirred below. A granite hand shot out of the oceans and clasped its articulate fingers around Jorik Grandaxe, lurching him down below the depths. The suddenness left the Dwarves paralyzed in fears as many threw themselves onto their boats and flat on their backs as if hiding however which way they could. Silence fell upon the sea. The Dwed took to their oars, all the while shaking and convulsing with panic, and made their way back on shore.

 

As they walked back to Kal'Akash, tidal waves behind them crept up higher along the shore and more violently. The ocean convulsed and throbbed with the pains of what moved within.

[Samson Option 9652]

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[Publius 4098]

Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.