femurlord 2364 Share Posted January 16 Spoiler 9. The Dump | The World of Lacking | Poverty and Trash: A plane ridden with the hallmarks of oppression albeit by invisible forces. All resources are scarce, crime and poverty abound, and garbage heaps and trash piles litter the natural landscape. An adjacent plane to Sloopidoop. In an aimless hurdle, infernal bones accustomed themselves to the slingshot across space and time. Lights danced across its baleful bones, refracting the luster of the cosmos as the Archlich’s gaze of matte fire absorbed the array of colors. The creature willed a hand forward and threatened to grasp that radiance before it was stolen away, sent hurtling into a land of stormy filth. Drip. . drop. . . An alleyway showered by a raging storm stirred, rancid and rat riddled, the whistling breeze began to whip with unnatural magics as reality peeled back in a violent churn. Flying out was a mound of scarlet bones and tattered cloth, assembling into a loose construct which resuscitated and stitched itself back together with a jingle. The Lich, Gashadokuro, in its dazed rise clung to the shadows and bundled garbage scattering its surroundings, attention wandering about the land it was brought to.. With fiery eyes, the undead turned ahead, then back to realize the passageway it occupied was bundled by garbage and scavenging peasants. The undead absorbed the world it landed in with a gaze towards a disappointing beyond. Past oppressed men, battling street cats and hungry rodents, the Archlich was enlightened to a world outside of the stone passageway; where trash heaped, flies gathered and carcasses rotted amongst caverns of refuse. Fires whirled in the shadows Gashadokuro sat within, enlightening curious creatures to its presence with a sickly green glow, capturing a man from his drugged daze. Rising from the ground, the tramp slurred out a wail as he casted a finger forward, “Devil! Devil!” Drawing out from cardboard homes other curious stares. The red boned undead turned to face those that stare upon it, some in fear and others in anger. Grasping for rusted metal rods, stones and even a rat, a squad of countrymen armed themselves and charged down the beast as it took to four-legs and began to skitter and flee. Down the alleyways they ran, the Lich laughing out as it vaulted heaped trash and clasping hands. Finding refuge in ascending a retching gutterway, rising to the rooftops above the mass of raging peasants, the Lich had celebrated, but it was too soon. The heavens opened up, tearing in a vicious screech that stopped both Gashadokuro and the louts in their tracks. Reality tore away to reveal an abomination, one of many tentacles and humming with eldritch powers that descended upon the land as a disturbance was found. This appearance only initiated one response within the undead, as it began to wave its hands as they cascaded with sparks as the creature rained down from the skies. The peasants fled as the horror made manifest landed before the infernal dead man, who conjured a portal and leapt for it. With its bone crackling and popping, it was absorbed into this rift, sent down a tunnel that ran with the patterns akin to a kaleidoscope and ejected back into a world familiar to it, the walls of Hexicanum. Narrowly had the Lich evaded the first law of the Cosmos, learning a valuable lesson as it found its lower-half obliterated in a daunting escape, shrieking; “That octopus will rue the day!” 14 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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