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Re: CDDA: Adventures in Cataclysm
« Reply #5070 on: September 22, 2018, 06:55:13 pm »
Horace looked down at the axe in his hand, he remembered what the templar did with it. And he remembered how he'd activate his cursed blade ages ago. Horace just needed to do the same thing, right? "Throw the energy, not the axe. Throw it without throwing it." The Veiled King said to the Abyssal knight, just as he attempted to swing it like he was going to throw it, but he didn't let go.

There was a resonance as Horace swung the blade, feeling as though a tendril of energy lashed out and left a peculiar blur in the air, arcing out as though seeking something to bridge a connection with before flowing back into the blade. "Wait until the moment is right..." the Watcher directed.

"Aaah, such potential!" the beast hissed. An arm came up, crooked bent knuckles curling into an unsightly claw, and with it came stones and debris. Abraham was pulling ahead, but Horace seemed to be slowing. Not the horse, but time itself. "Be careful though, be ever so careful. The fox and the hound, and the old fox surprised you last time. Surprised you and escaped into the land of the dead..." Astor's hand came down and time rippled. It felt like being caught on a wave, and Horace was lifted on it and thrown from his horse.

"Ah, but to devour yet another. So much potential, even in a dead world. Give in, hollow one, give in and experience Oblivion."

The knight's horse doubled back, reacting to its rider suddenly being absent, and Abraham jerked the reins of his own to turn. As he did, the snapped the leaver shut on his rifle, hastily firing a silver bullet at the horrid thing that was bearing down on Horace.

Horace could sense a blur whizzing by, seeming fixed in midair. As well as himself, so too did it catch the claws that sought to ensnare him. A sudden tension filled the air, the presence making itself known again. This time, the threads of the Veil were pulled taut, for a mere instant that felt like an eternity.

The command that resounded through Horace's very being seemed so much more alien in tone than any word he'd heard from the Veiled King before, but its meaning was grasped by simple instinct. Strike.

Horace snarled at the parasite, just as the axe-head began to glow a hot orange. He hacked at the claw, ”I will not. The knight barked, sending the energy towards the horrid thing.

There was a resonance in that moment, energy arcing out in a wave as before, and when it met Astor's form it seemed to pulse through every limb in the immediate vicinity of Horace, flowing like electric current at last completing a circuit.

The energy whipped around and coursed through the being looming above. Then Horace could feel a sense of ease in the air, and an out of place sensation of... Nostalgia? Stone and fragments picked up by Astor's presence dropped dangerously, crushing derelict vehicles and smashing into abandoned houses. The residual energy, at first being lashed out with, was now being drawn away. Pulled into the otherworldly monstrosity.

"Such potential..." Astor said absently. Horace found himself mounting his horse, loyal as always, and riding away full tilt as the last of the energy was drawn away but before the monster could turn it's attention to him or the axe itself.

"Ride for your life, Hollow one. You have your distraction, now ride and let the parasite gorge itself."

The both of them rode off, finding their path to escape Astor, as the Watcher regarded this with a certain amusement. His actions today would draw some unwanted attention, of that he was certain. But it was not a complete loss. The portal was mended in time, and though no harm seemed to befall the Eater of Days from the strike, it gave the Veiled King something to think over...

 

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