Alterack
30-05-2004, 23:59
The thick, roughed surface resembled skin, a bloated membrane covered in pulsating arteries of black liquid that grew miles and miles in every direction, giving shape to a twilight landscape of dark purple hills and plains. The entirety of the surroundings moved slowly, following the monotonous compass of a living chest being pushed by the breathing of a creature. With each inhalation, hills of blackened, semi transparent skin went up, only to then go down, amidst eruptions of pressurized air coming up from irregular vents scattered all around the place.
A polished scythe falls, opening a deep cut into the fleshy ground, through which dark green and purple substances ooze with particular strength, bathing the malformed prospector in bile. The short creature little cared about the liquid, while it rose the cutting tool and struck the ground once again. With methodical fanatism, the prospector kept cutting, digging deeper and deeper into the living land. It continued for almost one hour, opening a wide wound, half sunken in thick contaminated blood, until the scythe fell again, but this time it did not cut. Instead, a clanging sound emerged timidly from below the oozing liquid, bright purple sparks springing from the edge, glowing even below the blood. Leaving the tool at the side, the creature sunk it's bloated head into the newly created pond, allowing it's multiple, membraned eyes to better gaze upon the discovery. There, a perfectly polished black tubular rested, with the shape of an incredibly overgrown artery. It did not spasm or move in any way, although sparkling surges ran through it's smooth surface at random intervals. As soon as it saw it, the creature rose it's head out of the liquid into the cloud-clogged skies above, opening it's misshapen and fetid mouth. It's breathing cage then entered into a serie of spasmodic movements, releasing a shrieking sound that would send any human to it's knees. And the same situation repeated all over the living landscape around, the cacophony of shrieks rising high into the clouds and fleshspires above.
It took almost ten hours until the figures appeared from above the clouds. As already several of the prospectors had choked due to the rabidly toxic environment that reigns below the clouds, the shrieks could be barely heard from the few dutiful mindless beasts. They would be recycled, nevertheless, so it was not a painful loss.
A serie of long and painful groans came as the wail of a drowning banshee, as the big, misshapen flesh vessels floated toward their landing. Pulsating appendixes and flesh formations that resembled severed organs of great proportions hung from the figures' lower parts, releasing blackened gasses and thick poisonous liquids from time to time, that fell to the ground as putrid mucosa, leaving black spots wherever they touched land. As the one-hundred meters long slug-like figures descended, the hanging appendixes began contracting, with a mixture of groans, pumping sounds and metallic clangs. Suddenly, the leathery carcasses of the vessels were torn apart in several points by shinning metallic knife-like figures, that grew from the sides of them like spider legs. Black gore and liquids fountained from the ruptures, but quickly stopped, as the wounds quickly closed and coagulated. The legs grew from the figures' interiors, nailing themselves on the soft ground. The vessels' main body stabilized, and began lowering themselves among the legs, until reaching the floor. With a powerful sucking sound, they stickied themselves to the ground, releasing fetid smells and acidic liquids from their bellies.
How many vessels were would be hard to tell, but their number could well surpass the thousand. The descended all over the place, covering a great expanse of land. As massive breathing leeches, the bodies of these being began convulsing with spasmodic movements, as the extracted the recently spawned wickedness from below, the Necrota, result of a long and difficult collaboration of science and unhallowed magic. The Shapeless, father of power and advancement within the Blackened Realm, had been working in collaboration with external minds. Now the result would have to be delivered to them. But not before the call.
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A polished scythe falls, opening a deep cut into the fleshy ground, through which dark green and purple substances ooze with particular strength, bathing the malformed prospector in bile. The short creature little cared about the liquid, while it rose the cutting tool and struck the ground once again. With methodical fanatism, the prospector kept cutting, digging deeper and deeper into the living land. It continued for almost one hour, opening a wide wound, half sunken in thick contaminated blood, until the scythe fell again, but this time it did not cut. Instead, a clanging sound emerged timidly from below the oozing liquid, bright purple sparks springing from the edge, glowing even below the blood. Leaving the tool at the side, the creature sunk it's bloated head into the newly created pond, allowing it's multiple, membraned eyes to better gaze upon the discovery. There, a perfectly polished black tubular rested, with the shape of an incredibly overgrown artery. It did not spasm or move in any way, although sparkling surges ran through it's smooth surface at random intervals. As soon as it saw it, the creature rose it's head out of the liquid into the cloud-clogged skies above, opening it's misshapen and fetid mouth. It's breathing cage then entered into a serie of spasmodic movements, releasing a shrieking sound that would send any human to it's knees. And the same situation repeated all over the living landscape around, the cacophony of shrieks rising high into the clouds and fleshspires above.
It took almost ten hours until the figures appeared from above the clouds. As already several of the prospectors had choked due to the rabidly toxic environment that reigns below the clouds, the shrieks could be barely heard from the few dutiful mindless beasts. They would be recycled, nevertheless, so it was not a painful loss.
A serie of long and painful groans came as the wail of a drowning banshee, as the big, misshapen flesh vessels floated toward their landing. Pulsating appendixes and flesh formations that resembled severed organs of great proportions hung from the figures' lower parts, releasing blackened gasses and thick poisonous liquids from time to time, that fell to the ground as putrid mucosa, leaving black spots wherever they touched land. As the one-hundred meters long slug-like figures descended, the hanging appendixes began contracting, with a mixture of groans, pumping sounds and metallic clangs. Suddenly, the leathery carcasses of the vessels were torn apart in several points by shinning metallic knife-like figures, that grew from the sides of them like spider legs. Black gore and liquids fountained from the ruptures, but quickly stopped, as the wounds quickly closed and coagulated. The legs grew from the figures' interiors, nailing themselves on the soft ground. The vessels' main body stabilized, and began lowering themselves among the legs, until reaching the floor. With a powerful sucking sound, they stickied themselves to the ground, releasing fetid smells and acidic liquids from their bellies.
How many vessels were would be hard to tell, but their number could well surpass the thousand. The descended all over the place, covering a great expanse of land. As massive breathing leeches, the bodies of these being began convulsing with spasmodic movements, as the extracted the recently spawned wickedness from below, the Necrota, result of a long and difficult collaboration of science and unhallowed magic. The Shapeless, father of power and advancement within the Blackened Realm, had been working in collaboration with external minds. Now the result would have to be delivered to them. But not before the call.
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Out of Character: FTR, you may join from here. Instructions have been telegrammed to you.