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  1. #11
    Legend

    EXP: 59,606, Level: 10
    Level completed: 51%, EXP required for next Level: 5,394
    Level completed: 51%,
    EXP required for next Level: 5,394


    Stare's Avatar

    GP
    150

    Name
    Avis Tsakaka
    Age
    16
    Race
    Kenku / Tengu
    Gender
    Female
    Location
    Corone
    Buy him time?

    Stare blinked, then felt a wicked laugh begin to form in her throat. Buying time was one of her specialities. She had not spent the last five or six months carefully diplomacing with the businesses of Vitruvion's that she managed, to not learn how to 'buy time'. Perfectly, she was able, and willing, to do such a thing. All she needed to figure out was how she might do it for a beast like this, with no seeming main head, but rather snouts and a few buldging eyes that were hidden amongst the flesh. They swiveled to and fro in odd locations, with one slightly larger than the rest pinned at the very top and currently watching a lone zombie dragging a full half cow towards it ...

    Still, it had not seemed to notice them, and the zombies themselves were incredibly blase. With one programmed task - to bring this monstrosity food - they dumbly went to and fro from pantry and other rooms, some being sucked into the very air and vanishing with no real reason.

    Stare let her eyes float around the room briefly, thinking of what 'object' there might be in this room, but a quick check with finding naught but bored-looking zombies and random liquids told her that they would need more searching to find it. It was highly possible that it was inside the creature itself. Certainly, she considered that they would not get far without destroying it.

    It was so obviously there to be destroyed .... and there were no drawers or cabinets here in which to hide an object. The only equipment she could really see were heavy-bladed carving knives. Pausing, she picked out the lumbering zombie with half the cow and nodded. He would serve as a brilliant point of contact in order to make this distraction work.

    Carefully she laid the candle she was still holding on the ground. Sucking in her breath she blinked her eyes wide open and began to welcome the flood of memories that allowed her to gain the emotions necessary for a full on fight. Nodding once to Nevin she focused her steady idea of horror, focusing on the fact that Vitruvion had a thrice-damned half-brother here on the planet, intent on harm. She stared hard at the cow-lugging zombie's foot and waited.

    Waited for him to begin howling in pain as her eyes made the idea of the agony real.
    Crows: Old nursery rhyme "One for sorrow, Two for mirth, Three for a funeral, Four for birth, Five for heaven, Six for hell, Seven for the devil, his own self."

  2. #12
    Senior Member

    EXP: 61,139, Level: 10
    Level completed: 65%, EXP required for next Level: 3,861
    Level completed: 65%,
    EXP required for next Level: 3,861


    Nevin's Avatar

    GP
    3,657

    Name
    Nevin Aimaparapoiitis
    Age
    22 / 37
    Race
    Human (Godling)
    Gender
    Male
    Location
    Corone

    Question

    The zombie let out a loud, guttural moan of anguish and fell over, dropping its heavy load. A long, meaty tendril shot towards them - and then paused, as if trying to decide which of the two morsel to go for. Nevin took this opportunity to make his first move, dashing around the edge of the room to where he had seen some of the bottles. A quick check and he frowned. These were just oils, nothing - wait oils in and of themselves were flammable. An idea. He snatched the bottles up, using his threads to grab more, and as he moved he hurled some at the monstrosity.

    The creature did not react to the bottles until they impacted against its flesh - some breaking, and coating its 'hide' in a sheen of oil, while others just bounced off and hit the ground, cracking there and slowly spilling their contents. The abomination reacted by sweeping a met appendage across the space where it had been struck, smearing the oil across it viscous surface. Then utterly had pulled both zombie and cow to it, producing a pair of jugs of blood from the cow, while once again the undead was merely a snack. Nevin skidded to a stop next to Stare, and set what bottles of oil he had left down by her. He grinned.

    "Fire. Obviously we don't want to get close until we have to, which means, fire from afar. We can injure it with these - or, you can. I see some cleaning chemicals over there, and I can use those to make a more powerful impromptu explosive." He took a deep breath. " However you approach this, please do be careful." He gave her a short half bow, and moved to the other edge. He waited, waited - a zombie slipped on the spilled oil, and he move as it fell.

    One step, then two - and he was in its range. He felt more than saw the meaty appendage shoot for him, and for a moment, Nevin felt fear. Then he bared his teeth in a snarl and threw himself forward, diving beneath the curling tendril of meat and sinew. It was used to grabbing unmoving zombies, and a living man was able to move far better than it anticipated.

    Denied its meal, the creation let out a loud, room-shaking moan, one that vibrated Nevin's teeth in his head and made his ears ring. Two zombies collapsed, and the meat golem immediately grabbed them, one right after the other, and devoured them both. But - Nevin had made it. He was now on the far side, next to the cleaning chemicals. Now, how to do this? He emptied out one jug, and began pouring other chemicals into it, creating a foul-smelling mixture that only got worse as he worked. The redheaded alchemist just hoped that Stare was alright.
    - "We are born of the blood, made men by the blood, undone by the blood; Fear the old blood."

    Nevin: Formal, thoughtful, nurturing, bearer of tropey tentacles.

    "More threads! More! Threads for the Crimson Thread King!"
    A member of the NevCrew:
    Nevin: Thread count: please, don't try.
    Erik: Thread count: five or six. Maybe seven...
    Huntsman: seven. Maybe eight. Shhhhhhh.
    Telli' thread count: zero. I just can't get into writing the little hellion.
    Ronnel: Not even approved yet.

  3. #13
    Legend

    EXP: 59,606, Level: 10
    Level completed: 51%, EXP required for next Level: 5,394
    Level completed: 51%,
    EXP required for next Level: 5,394


    Stare's Avatar

    GP
    150

    Name
    Avis Tsakaka
    Age
    16
    Race
    Kenku / Tengu
    Gender
    Female
    Location
    Corone
    Fire. Fire was always good.

    She remembered other times when she had killed with fire. Always it lashed up, hungrily, desperate for more fuel. Often she needed to be careful that it did not spark her own feathers into a raging inferno. Feathers could be highly flammable, considering the circumstances.

    Luckily her stolen candle was still burning. Grabbing it, and trying to remain away from that solid, bulbous eye she bent to scoop up the candle once more. She waited until a delightful and tall, once female, zombie hunk of flesh drifted between them and the monstrosity. Using it as cover Stare moved fast, ducking to grab the candle and then spin around, in order to -

    "Hhmmmmnnhhh," came the ghastly groan.

    The kenku looked up. The single eye was on her, staring with mad desire. A rough tendril slapped over a groove like a putrid tongue licking his lip.

    Sucking in her breath the kenku acted as far as her instincts allowed. Leaping forwards she aimed for and grabbed the hind leg of the female. The zombie itself, confused, gave a minor grunt before Stare jerked it back. Then she threw the undead lump of flesh as far as she could, and the tendril that had been stretching towards her now could grab the thrown form out of the air.

    Distracted. Again. Now was her chance.

    Grabbing the bow Stare fixed an arrow onto it as fast as her training could allow her. Training, from when she was young and by her warrior father. As the monster continued to enjoy his latest and greatest meal, she searched on the floor and found a faint rainbow shimmering on the damp ground before her. Dampness of the water, fat and ... oils. Stare shoved the end of the arrow into the oil.

    Then straightened. Dipping the cloth into the fire of the candle she turned to face the beast. As it lazily began to search again for new meals, tendrils flapping about like useless appendages, Stare pulled back the bow string.

    Then she waited for silence.

    Quiet. All quiet.

    Aim.
    Last edited by Stare; 12-09-2017 at 03:02 PM.
    Crows: Old nursery rhyme "One for sorrow, Two for mirth, Three for a funeral, Four for birth, Five for heaven, Six for hell, Seven for the devil, his own self."

  4. #14
    Senior Member

    EXP: 61,139, Level: 10
    Level completed: 65%, EXP required for next Level: 3,861
    Level completed: 65%,
    EXP required for next Level: 3,861


    Nevin's Avatar

    GP
    3,657

    Name
    Nevin Aimaparapoiitis
    Age
    22 / 37
    Race
    Human (Godling)
    Gender
    Male
    Location
    Corone
    Nevin was in a hurry. He could hear the beastly abomination screaming behind him, hungry for flesh and bone. There was an unnatural squeal and he looked over - to see a tendril shooting for Stare. His heart gave a weird lurch, like he was seeing his sister in danger. His eyes narrowed and shot back to the mixture as Stare distracted the east with another body part, saving herself.

    He had to finish this, and now. He was just about done with the chemical bomb but he needed one last ingredient - a fluid with metals inside. He knew just what to use, but didn't look forward to it. There was a strange sound, a soft twang, like a string being plucked - and then there was a huge roll of heat, washing over his back. So. Stare he decided to barbecue the abomination. A glance over his shoulder showed his guess correct - his friend was standing, silhouetted against a wash of flames, a bow clenched in one hand and steely determination in her game.

    Well. If she had determination he was about to be undone. So he grit his teeth, and dragged his palm across his whip, wincing as a barb did what he wanted and tore his flesh. Moving softly he let his blood flow into the mixture in the bucket which began bubbling and frothing, and took on a rather unnatural hue. Nevin inhaled, exhaled, and capped the bottle.

    "Stare! Get back!" Nevin stood up, snatching the bottle containing his impromptu bomb in his good hand. Then he charged forward - into time for Stare to look over and see him. A massive, messy tendril shot out and wrapped around him, and Nevin didn't try to dodge. He heard Stare scream his name - but this was what he needed. The chemical bomb was in his hand, hoisted out of the way as the thing brought him inwards.

    His ribs were cracking under the pressure of the monstrosity's unnatural grip, and Nevin knew he'd come out the worse for this. But. Not as bad as the abomination of flesh. That impossible eye focused on him as Nevin was swung up in front of his mouth - and the redhead grinned, a wild, unnatural fierce grin.

    "OPEN WIDE!" And using his threads to wrap around his arm and boost his strength, he hurled the bottle into the thing's gaping abyss of a maw. There was a strange stillness in the air as all of the eyes suddenly dilated, and movement stopped. The thing was trying to process its latest 'meal' which as exactly what Nevin needed for it to do. As soon as it tore the plastic and exposed the mixture to whatever acids were at work inside of it -

    The bubbles appeared first, welling up and bursting through the flesh of the beast in a few places. Then Nevin was hurled backwards, shooting past Stare to slam into the wall, and his head was spinning as he slumped to the ground. The creature tried to stop the chemical cocktail inside of its system from doing more damage - but Nevin had counted on that, and his mixture just got more volatile the more blood was run through it.

    The abomination began to dissolve inwards as an acidic compound ate through it. It looked a bit like a massive flan collapsing in on itself, and even now it was lashing out, trying to eat more - trying to reverse its demise. But, too little, too late, and its attempts just made its death faster.
    - "We are born of the blood, made men by the blood, undone by the blood; Fear the old blood."

    Nevin: Formal, thoughtful, nurturing, bearer of tropey tentacles.

    "More threads! More! Threads for the Crimson Thread King!"
    A member of the NevCrew:
    Nevin: Thread count: please, don't try.
    Erik: Thread count: five or six. Maybe seven...
    Huntsman: seven. Maybe eight. Shhhhhhh.
    Telli' thread count: zero. I just can't get into writing the little hellion.
    Ronnel: Not even approved yet.

  5. #15
    Legend

    EXP: 59,606, Level: 10
    Level completed: 51%, EXP required for next Level: 5,394
    Level completed: 51%,
    EXP required for next Level: 5,394


    Stare's Avatar

    GP
    150

    Name
    Avis Tsakaka
    Age
    16
    Race
    Kenku / Tengu
    Gender
    Female
    Location
    Corone
    "You absolute IDIOT!"

    She ran to her friend, claws scrabbling on the cobbles as she dropped the bow - it was no use to her anymore. In fact, it was nothing, as she skidded her way over the slippery, disgusting cobbles. Beak wide she let out a horrific shriek of irritation.

    Splat. A sudden thick wad of flesh and disgust slammed against the wall. It shot out from the still burning lump of mangled muscle, fat and gristle. All that was left of the creature. Still though, there was apparently enough to make damage now yet, as burps of offal splattered outwards. Enough to topple over a zombie who was blindly stumbling around, as well as sending something ... Clattering.

    Stare furrowed her brow as she paused at the body. Around it was most sludge, and it made a form of a sea with zombie body land. Pausing she looked down and saw a shimmering metallic sheen amongst the grime.

    A meat cleaver, scribed with a strange, ragged sigil. Picking it up she continued.

    Running the rest of the way to Nevin, who had now slid down the wall she hissed. As she was lit up by the brilliance of the burning fire, she heaved Nevin onto her lap, laying his head onto her feathery thigh.

    "You're an idiot," she growled at him. "An absolute idiot. I don't care if it worked."

    He smiled at her groggily. "Stare ... Do you have a sister?"

    It caught her off guard. She frowned. "No ..."

    "Ah. Well I think I may have hit my head. Hard."

    By her the zombie that had recently been downed let out a grumble of pain. She glanced at it very briefly and then sighed, before looking down at her friend again.

    "Yeah. We just have to figure out how to get out of here now."
    Last edited by Philomel; 12-10-2017 at 11:54 AM.
    Crows: Old nursery rhyme "One for sorrow, Two for mirth, Three for a funeral, Four for birth, Five for heaven, Six for hell, Seven for the devil, his own self."

  6. #16
    upon the cheek of night

    EXP: 224,444, Level: 20
    Level completed: 0%, EXP required for next Level: 0
    Level completed: 0%,
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    Breaker's Avatar

    GP
    38,725

    Name
    Joshua Breaker Cronen
    Age
    30
    Race
    Demigod
    Gender
    Male
    Location
    Corone
    Thread Title: Now It's Time for: Zombie Chef
    Judgment Type: No Judgment

    Nevin receives 864 EXP and a dehlar meat cleaver (276 GP taken from Nevin to pay for remainder of spoil)

    Stare receives 873 EXP and 77 GP
    "The breeze did not stir. The stars did not twinkle. The trees did not sway and the brook did not babble.
    For the world did not turn when Am'aleh wept, and a tear had tumbled down her cheek."


  7. #17
    upon the cheek of night

    EXP: 224,444, Level: 20
    Level completed: 0%, EXP required for next Level: 0
    Level completed: 0%,
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    Breaker's Avatar

    GP
    38,725

    Name
    Joshua Breaker Cronen
    Age
    30
    Race
    Demigod
    Gender
    Male
    Location
    Corone
    Rewards added/GP deducted.
    "The breeze did not stir. The stars did not twinkle. The trees did not sway and the brook did not babble.
    For the world did not turn when Am'aleh wept, and a tear had tumbled down her cheek."


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