Viv’s instincts screamed, but before she could react, Marruk pushed her aside and Solfis pinched a spider from the air. The herald’s body bobbed between them like a gorged rotten fruit. Great chitinous limbs popped from her back and planted themselves on the ground, sending their load out of the way of the projectile. Viv launched the bolt spell she had built up at the herald, but she dodged it with preternatural speed. Even now, I feel my power grow to answer yours. But now it holds a prize that will grant me many rewards. “Silly girl, what do you have to do with the village? It was to be my offering, a mark of my commitment. “What does the village have to do with it?” It was a bit far but Viv thought she saw maggot dripping from the nightmarish maw. We will send your reanimated corpse on its way for your friends to find. Harrak is gone, and soon, you will join it. She sees that you seek to resurrect that which has died, and we object. My mistress knows many secrets, even some your benefactor hid in his dusty vaults. “You already know the answer to those questions, little outlander.” She also wanted the herald to keep walking toward her. All three villagers showed various expressions of distress. “Is that… Leria? Korek’s wife?” The alderman whispered. The greater reaction came from Viv’s companions, however. And yet, the herald spoke in a refined alto that would delight an entire cabaret. As far she knew, Octas was a force of destruction, the wildest of all dark gods. She sounded much closer than she really was, a sign of good magical control. Viv found that it was rather fucked up and wondered how she would recognize uranium so she could mine it effectively. The rest of the head was mostly unchanged, save for an additional set of dark eyes on the forehead. They twitched erratically every second or so.
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Above, however, the elegant frame gave way to a nightmarish jaw that split her face in two, like a certain movie monster that hunted marines for sports. As the last rays of the sun hit her, Viv saw that they had found their herald.įrom feet to neck, the woman appeared human under a rich green dress. She walked calmly forward and the ground parted before her steps, no, not ground, spiders. Spider silk shrouded the trees around her in gossamer swathes like drapes from a palatial canopy. The smoke from the dying heat masked parts of the forest and rose to the heavens beyond, but a light breeze had parted enough to show a lithe, definitely female figure swathed in elegant clothes standing in the distance. Black mana devastation and dragonfire scarred the land in great black wounds devoid of any life. The sight of a lone figure in the distance forced Viv to stop indulging in dramatics, even if she felt those were warranted. “I will calm down when the crispy shield woods -” “Leave nothing standing! Yes! Burn it all! Burn it all down aaaaahahahahahahah! Let skies run black and the land be charcoal!” Arthur! Napalm this back into the hell it should never have crawled out of!” I will log the shit out of every acre and use the wood to make toilet paper dispensers for every house on this god-forsaken shitball of a planet.
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“I will invent the rocket and the rocket fuel and fissile material and I will cleanse this entire fucking patch of greenery out of creation until nothing remains but glassy craters! I will give that den of arachnids the Brazil treatment. She even started to draw from her reserves in the knife-focus. Viv went wild and torched the plain with black flame. The hiss of disintegration soon drowned the clicks of poison-dipped mandibles. An entire section of the swarm disappeared behind the largest blight Viv had ever conjured. “Aaaaaaaaah ARTHUR! Burn it all! Burn it to the ground! Werfer!”ĭark spells flew across the clearing, mowing down the largest beasts and digging furrows in the tilled earth. In Viv’s eyes, there was no more land, just a sea of legs and thoraxes crashing down on her. Creatures of all sizes swarmed over the earth and each other on their way to the palissade. The setting sun cast a red glow on a chittering mass of chitinous flesh, a tide of eight-legged vermin covering the grass and fields in a divine plague. Viv grumbled against everything and everyone on her way up to see what the men were shooting at. Those were the three people in the village who wouldn’t be completely useless. The alderman stood nearby, hands clutched around a quarterstaff. She saw Ardek the young hunter and Romus the veteran shoot arrow after arrow at something out of sight.
The witch ran and swore, pushing aside the last scrambling villagers making their ways to safety. “We’re under attack!” Marruk bellowed from the wall, where Viv had left her.
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