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Discussion in 'Pandora, Year 1 - 7' started by Siri, Jun 17, 2018.

  1. Siri

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    June 1st, Year 7
    @Thor Odinson & @The Governor & @Chief Jim Hopper & @Veloce Visrin & @Yondu Udonta

    somewhere in the Underground

    After weeks of toil and research, of struggle and strife and fending off the dead from the living, a solution was agreed. The original barrier was to be restored to its former glory, as no other form of magic or technology could quite live up to its stalwart ability of warding off dark entities from across the multiverse.

    The follow-up question, then, was how. A pillar had been shattered, its mystic properties unique to itself and unable to be found anywhere else. But once again, the canniness of mages and guardians, and of those who would protect their town won out. A cache of something promising was discovered in the caverns deep beneath Pandora. A buried treasure trove forgotten in untold reaches, a needle in a haystack miles below the earth with an uncanny assortment of monsters (giant spiders, mostly, among other critters) and labyrinths in the path between the surface world and it.

    The rock walls hummed with energy. The iridescent white stone almost seemed to sing familiar lullabies of a past long forgotten to those daring enough to draw near. Dusty skeletons of lonely souls were strewn on the cavern grounds, as common as the rock, with the bony arms stretched outward to the ethereal crystal. As if they were unlucky enough to be drawn in, and be ensnared.

    One more ragtag group of adventurers, held together either by their common interest for a beleaguered town, by circumstance, or by nothing at all, needed a lot of it, and they needed to find a way to haul the whole damnable lot out.


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    'Do whatcha must, Captain...but bring back a trace of those minerals,' Skywalker had instructed, dead set on pursuing his research at all costs...”


    Yondu felt a leetle thankful that there wouldn't be nobody t' hear his new invisible mouthy buddy, at least not where his 'top secret mission' was concerned. Naw, he would be careful t' keep such thoughts to hisself, especially considerin' that the fate of a whole flarkin' town rested on the big mission ahead.


    Namely...whatever started after he had been allowed t' 'borrow' his Wayfarer Class Transport down to the surface, and then sneak down into a damned maze of tunnels beneath everythin' else to see if somethin' needed to be fixed a bit further.


    Or, if not...to see why the hell that same somethin' had ever got busted in the first place.


    'S dark as Morag down here,” he grumbled, feelin' his knee knock against somethin' hard and jagged on the way down.


    Anybody got a flashlight...torch...whatever?
     


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    God he was exhausted. The days were all blurring together, starting with waking up after a crappy night's sleep, going to work, the sun setting and the monsters arriving, go back to work, the sun rising and going to bed. Rinse and repeat. He'd been at it for days with the rest of the defenders and every day it felt like they were farther from getting out of this mess. Everything had gone to hell so quickly. When Luke had made the announcement that there was a potential solution to all this, Hopper made sure he was among the first to sign up.

    Now he was deep in a cavern with a crew set on retrieving some magical stone things. Hopper knew more about cell phones by now then he did about magic, so he was only really along to be some extra fire power and to have one Defender be present. At least he knew one of his companion from a prior encounter. As long as they had able bodied fighters for whatever was lurking down here, the better. As they walked, Hopper was having the crawling sense like he did when he'd first entered the upside down.

    "The hell is Morag?" Hopper asked. By now the light was getting too dark to see so he pulled out his flashlight and shone it ahead as per request. The light shone against the cave walls. It also illuminated something on the ground....

    After walking a little closer, he exclaimed, "Jesus! Really?" Laying on the floor with its arm raised was a skeletal corpse, pointing deeper down the path.

    "They seriously don't pay me enough for this crap," he grumbled, turning to his companions. "Okay so if we get split up, you know what this means right? Don't go that way."





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    When the latest development in the catastrophe ensnaring Misty Hollow called for a party to venture into the bowels of the Underground, Veloce was quick to volunteer.

    Part of it was pure pragmatism. She'd been down in its lovely tunnels on two prior occasions now and lived to tell the tale; the third foray would not be her last.

    The other part was pragmatism of a different stripe. Their target promised to serve more interests than just the town's. Sources had indicated that whatever they were looking for was valuable, possibly magical, and Veloce believed it, if only because of the fantastic beasts dwelling below. Monsters such as these did not tend to covet or linger around caches of worthless garbage.

    She wouldn't mind taking a sample of this treasure back to the Mages' Guild to see what her colleagues could do with it. A small sample, of course.

    Brought on to serve as support in whatever capacity the group deemed best, Veloce took it upon herself to guard the party's rear as they came into the cavern. Yondu grumbled and Jim's flashlight clicked on. Veloce wordlessly added her own contribution to the request, a casual wave of her hand conjuring forth a magelight. The glowing orb rose up to hover above the party's heads, throwing pale light onto their surroundings for several feet around.

    Veloce stepped carefully over the bared ribcage of another skeleton, frowning as she regarded the tunnel pointed out by the first corpse. A foreign energy hummed in the distance, faint but undeniable. It was almost song-like in quality, a chorus of voices ancient and gentle.

    "I have bad news for you, Chief," the young sorceress said, one hand resting on the pommel of the swords belted at her side, "but what we came here for—it is that way."
     
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    A creature with the head of a vulture and the muscular body of a man advanced on the back of the group, its wings curling into sharp, bony hooks (reference image). It let out a shrill, knives scraping against glass shriek, proceeding to slash at ‘em with those bladelike arms.

    There was a blur of red and black as the Tigernor sprang out the shadows, smashing into its armored side and driving it to the stony ground. He clamped his jaws around its unguarded neck, his fangs sinking through thick layers of muscle and fat, the taste too much like overcooked turkey to enjoy. That was good. When the meat was bad, he was less likely to forget himself in favor of filling his belly.

    He crouched down on his front, his burly body keeping it anchored to the ground as he patiently held the creature by the blubbery throat. It flailed around its hook arms and kicked out with its talon tipped feet, its pointed beak clapping open and closed impotently. Goddamn. It was gonna take an age to strangle the bird to death.

    Philip took in the members of the small group, recognizing the silvery blonde from the raid on that laboratory, which he guessed was also good. If she remembered that helpful tiger who'd been with the Morhall folk, she could let the others know he had no intentions of attacking 'em. Those others were a burly, bearded guy and…

    Goddamn.

    Not him.

    The Tigernor nearly let go of the creature in his shock. It noticed the slack and redoubled its efforts to get away from him, squawking and striking out with its limbs, purple blue feathers flyin' across the cavern. He clamped down harder on its throat, its squirming red eel of a tongue spilling out the side of its beak.

    Merle Dixon. The crows hadn’t mentioned anythin’ about a blue guy being part of the group. If Philip had known, maybe he wouldn’t have just used up most of his energy tearing through these sprawling tunnels, hoping to catch up to ‘em, hoping to help ‘em. Last time he’d seen blue Merle was when he’d torn off his hand... Not the best start to a working relationship today.


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    Thor didn’t really have his mind on their task, if he had to be honest with himself. Even though Banner had assured him that Loki’s injury, while severe, was one he would recover from in a few days’ time, worry still gnawed at him. Especially when Loki’s injury had been caused by his double.

    Since the barrier’s fall -- which had also been caused by the action’s of his double, much to his frustration -- Thor had spent most of his time pursuing the whereabouts of his double, providing whatever aid he could to the beleaguered citizens, and trying to help gather supplies to rebuild the pillar and renew the barrier. Normally, he shouldn’t feel guilty for the actions of another, but when that other was someone who was him in almost every sense of the word, well... the lines blurred somewhat.

    “An ocean planet,” Thor supplied at his colleague’s question, even though Hopper had likely not addressed the question to anyone in particular. The darkness was dealt with via flashlights and magic orbs, illuminating the immediate vicinity and revealing a tunnel one of their companions -- a wizard, by the looks of her -- assured them was the direction they had to go in. Corpses littering the ground serving as an ill omen notwithstanding.

    Thor was in standing somewhere in the center of the group, and had started forwards with every intention of leading the way to deal with any traps, ambushes, dangerous creatures and the like, when there was a commotion in the rear. He whirled around, spotting a large creature with blades for arms charging straight for them. Thor reached for the broadaxe he'd procured months ago strapped across his back, electricity crackling across his skin... but the creature was felled by another. One he recognized as a tiger, from the time he’d spent on Earth.

    “I suppose the tiger’s on our side...?” he wondered aloud. More likely it was just another predator roaming these underground tunnels in search of prey, but considering they’d already been down here for a short while and hadn’t been attacked by it yet, it was safe to say the tiger had no interest in them.

    Confusion made way for alarm when it was clear the tiger was having difficulty putting down the scythe-armed creature. Not fond of the idea of leaving a dangerous foe behind them that might be trouble later, Thor moved forwards, pulling out the broadaxe. He didn't need lightning to deal with this.

    Eyeing the way the tiger was sprawled over the creature, he brought his axe down on the creature's belly when he found a suitable opening. The axe was made of Asgardian steel, one of several such items he'd located and collected during his time here, so it shore through the creature's flesh with a sickening, crunching, squelching noise.

    “Oh, it smells disgusting,” he groaned, stepping backwards and covering his mouth with a forearm to avoid the worst of the blood spattering.

     
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    'Just when the good Captain's bravado was at its highest, who else should throw a wrench in it but the Wilderness' greatest dumbass?'


    Yondu would just shake his head and let the giant invisible mouth do the talkin'. Aw, he had been ready t' let the Terran Sheriff in on a few planetary dee-tails, make no mistake...but this real tall, smart fellah behind him sounded like he already knew the information without ever speakin' in his own direction.


    And long story short, that one wasn't the dumbass. Sure he had the missin' eye, but that was as far as the similarities went.


    Naw, it was the one who managed t' squeeze hisself into the pitcher just before Mr. Smart Fellah had spoken up…and either he was just lettin' the others know that he'd try turnin' 'em all into food later...or he actually had just tried keepin' 'em safe.


    Either way, he wasn't gonna let this flarkin' bastard jump him a second time.


    Ha-WHEW!


    The arrow was trained on that striped sum-bitch's head one second after he let the whistle fly, an' it would only be after that he...might-a noticed the dead thing that he and Mr. Smart together had taken care of. Aw, hell.


    ...Well, well, well. Looks like the gang's all here...


    Didn't mean he was gonna put the arrow away just yet, though. Instead, he glanced warily between the Terran and the magical-lookin' lady, quietly debatin' which one-a them he would have t' watch out for next.


    ...Somebody want me t' lead the way? Or are we gonna have someone else volunteer first?


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  8. Of course it was that way. Important things never left a trail of daisies to follow, especially in a place like Pandora. Hopper just shook his head and was about to have a smart alec reply when out of nowhere some monster came running at them. Hopper didn't even have time to draw his gun before, of all things, a tiger jumped out from behind some rocks and started goring the thing. The eye-patch viking finished it off, but Hopper was still standing there, stunned.

    What the....okay then. It was Pandora. Unfortunately, he was getting used to this.

    He scrunched up his nose at the smell and covered his face with his arm. Then next thing he knew, Papa Smerf was getting hostile. At least he hadn't attacked anyone yet, but Hopper was already getting the feeling that it didn't matter what law enforcement said.

    "Hey, hey, let's not kill anyone before the mission starts, alright?" he said, taking his hat off to run a hand through his hair. When taking on this mission, he thought he'd have to worry about monsters attacking them. Instead, he was more worried about all the paper work he was going to do explaining how they ended up injuring each other out of spite.

    Though did killing a tiger count as killing a person? Being that this was Pandora and the giant cat seemed to have some level of intelligence, it was probably a safe bet to say yes. Chalk it up on one of the thousand things they didn't teach you in training.

    "Uh, thanks for the save, Tony," Hopper said to the cat. "Just don't be doing that to any of our crew, got it?" He turned around without waiting for an answer. He felt he was going insane enough living here, let alone trying to communicate with a giant carnivore. Where they were going, they were most likely going to need all the help they could get. "Let's move out."




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    Veloce stayed by the tunnel mouth, her face holding a look of mild surprise to see the tiger that had loped up from the group's rear. Where animals were concerned, she had little memory for the sounds of their souls, but she still recognized the creature, if only because of the notably missing eye. The first encounter had been in that freezing fortress inside the mountain, during a massive assault against a villain who'd taken prisoners, and whose power had made him seem nothing less than a god shaped like a man. The second time Veloce recalled less well, but there had been a drug-fogged glimpse of stripes as she was pulled out of her cage, and a flash of claws as the mad doctor's guards and experiments screamed their opposition. It was hard to forget a tiger that had a taste for rescuing people.

    Does that mean he thinks we need rescue, too? Veloce mulled over the idea and its implications as Thor strode forward, gleaming axe in hand, to finish the tiger's work. She wondered, too, over Yondu's spirited reaction to the tiger's presence—(and that voice? What was that voice? Was it following them?)—before sorting the thought into the back of her mind. She was far more concerned about the singing stone in the distance than in whatever history Yondu had with the altruistic tiger.

    Veloce hummed her agreement with Chief Jim. "There's a good chance the smell will attract something else." Her expression softened with brief sympathy for Thor as she glanced his way, before her eyes fell again to the skeletal remains. "Maybe even what killed these people. Let's make sure we don't join them."

    The party now one tiger stronger, they advanced along the path pointed out by the deceased, a huddle of light swimming down a tunnel of shadows. The distance from wall to wall was unusually wide, though not in a way that suggested someone had intentionally built or carved it to be so. It felt more like the rock had been pushed aside by something traveling leisurely through the crust of the earth. The ground and walls were pitted here and there with little cavities. The minuscule pools of shadow faded under the light as the group approached, and returned once they passed.

    "Come to think of it," Veloce remarked, her jaw tightening as she eyed the little holes marching alongside them, "the first time I was down here, we ran into a giant spider."
     
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    A big guy with one eye strode over to help him, bringing an axe down on the vulture creature’s rotund belly. He sliced through hardened flesh and gooey organs, the monster growing rigid underneath the Tigernor’s forepaws. The sharp, sickly smell rising from its remains had him backing off hastily, any thoughts of feasting on prey driven from his mind.

    But the stink of cloying viscera was the least of his concerns.

    Philip jerked rigid at the voice that drifted out of the dark, coupled with the arrow trained on his skull. He rumbled out in indignation, flattening his ears to his head, but was relieved when Papa Smurf Blue Merle eased up on that goddamn arrow. If he’d been alone with his former lieutenant, Philip figured he would’ve had it lodged in his brain by now.

    He chuffed his agreement at the other man’s terms and conditions. The man who had two eyes and skin that wasn’t the color of a clear summer's sky. He’d turned away from him, though, not expecting him to respond. The Tigernor huffed out his exasperation. Nobody understood him.

    On the plus side of the situation, they weren’t tryin’ to kill him or chase him back down the shadowy passageway, denying him his good deed.

    Philip tagged along complacently with the party, sticking close to the silvery blonde woman, figuring they had somethin’ like a positive history, assuming she remembered him. He gave Blue Merle the old stink eye every now and then, baring his fangs in a silent snarl.

    The woman hadn’t long mentioned a giant spider when he heard a series of strange noises drifting from the shadows. It sounded like the scuttling of many long, spindly legs, the hard click of chitinous plates and joints, the clack of somethin’ that might’ve been bony jaws.

    Nothin' came hurtling out the gloom to attack ‘em, though. Maybe he was hearing things…


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    You're the boss,” Yondu muttered t' Hopper, but not really botherin' to whistle the arrow back down to grabbin' level until he could be sure that Tony wasn't gonna jump him a second time. Once the rest-a this li'l gang started on their merry way, then he got hisself movin' as well.


    But not without his 'Mouthy Friend' taggin' along, addin' some 'narration' 'long the way.


    ...And there went the so-called 'Intrepid Explorers', not knowin' if they were about to go into their graves way too early, or else get the payload of their lives...


    Shut'cher mouth, Mr. Invisible,” he muttered under his breath, glancin' here and there for anythin' else that could be remotely called dangerous.


    You're gonna call a swarm-a somethin' bad down on us...


    A-course, there was nothin' horrible sneakin' 'round 'em at the moment. He considered it a good deal that he wasn't gonna start seein' things as well as he seemed to hear 'em lately.


    Still, their li'l band of merry misfits had a long ways t' go yet.




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    As bothersome as that strange, disembodied voice was, it didn’t seem dangerous. Not as dangerous as that arrow the blue-skinned man seemed to be controlling somehow, aiming it at the... tiger? Thor’s eye flickered between them, brow furrowing in confusion. Hopper stepped in before things got too heated, thankfully, and the wizard brought up a fair point regarding the stench. Grimacing, Thor stooped down to clean his axe on the creature’s fur, trying to avoid getting splattered with any more blood. Bad enough that his boots and pants hadn’t avoided it, but at least it wasn’t too bad. Things could be worse. He could have been drenched in blood from head to toe.

    The walked down the tunnel for some time, the wizard’s light their sole source of light. “I imagine we’ll find all manner of giant creatures down here besides spiders,” Thor remarked, glancing at the wizard before his gaze returned to the walls. By the look of them, they might have even been carved out by a giant worm, one that perhaps had a taste for rock and stone. Well, that was certainly comforting.

    The blue man seemed to be arguing with the disembodied voice, but Thor ignored them, instead focusing on a noise he could hear up ahead, or... at least, it sounded like it was coming from somewhere up ahead. Like the skittering of multi-legged creatures in the distance, almost. Thor stiffened and gripped his axe tighter, striding forwards. The tiger seemed to have heard the sounds too, at least.

    “Hopper,” he said, voice low as he fell into step beside his fellow Defender, who seemed to have taken the lead. He hadn’t worked with the man personally, but his reputation was solid. “It might be a good idea to get your gun out,” he advised, clapping the man on the shoulder. “I think I hear our wizard’s giant spiders somewhere up ahead.”

    And, true to his words, there was a flicker of movement up ahead, approaching them fairly quickly. But it wasn’t spiders.

    It was a giant centipede.

    “Here we go,” he growled, running forwards to draw the creature’s attention on him and away from his companions. Lightning crackled under his skin, surging down his arms and enveloping his axe. Wreathed in a brilliant blue, he hoisted the weapon high and swung it into the centipede’s -- face? neck? something of the sort, he imagined -- with a roar, energy crackling around him.


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  13. They hadn't made it far before their was a voice speaking above them. Hopper glanced at the others, as they were having mixed reactions to it as well. Papa Smerf seemed to be used to it anyway, which at least made it less unnerving, but...what the hell? "Um, does that normally happen to you?" Hopper asked. He hoped it wasn't. The blue man had a point and a voice announcing their moves was more of a hazard than anything.

    Ug. Giant spiders. It could be worse, but they were still creepy. Speaking of creepy, what was that noise...shit. Thor seemed to know what was up and Hopper did as he said, keeping it firmly in his grasp and scanning the walls. It was hard to tell where the noise was coming from. Sure sounded like a lot of em.

    Up ahead was movement and then the giant bug monster appeared, rearing its head. Hopper dove to the side by a large rock, aiming. Thor had dove forward and initiated the attack, causing the monster to let out some kind of screech. Hopper winced. He was going to be hearing that in his sleep tonight. In this situation he wasn't going to be particularly useful among his talented peers, so he stuck to the side and started shooting at the things legs. Some of his bullets must have hit, for the legs twitched in agitation.

    Using its giant pincers, it dove at the group.




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    The party made the general noises and motions of people (plus one animal) expecting trouble. Moments later, they were rewarded for their foresight. The shadows ahead of them trembled, and a plated head and bulging eyes came out of the dark. Veloce stared, unsure yet if this was better or worse than the spiders had been. They looked like wicked scythe blades, the things growing out of the monster's mouth, not just sharp but serrated. The body that trailed behind was massive, muscular, and covered in chitin thick enough as if to stop steel.

    But their group had more than just steel to bring to bear—so much more. Thor's lunge knocked a wave of angry blue light against the walls, and the urgent barks from Chief Jim's gun had Veloce raise her hand towards the creature. She stretched out her arm, fingers splayed and stiff with power. Crackling tendrils of black and turquoise wove down from her elbow as if to echo Thor's thundering strike.

    As the centipede dove for them, Veloce made a twisting motion, turning her palm up, and closed her hand into a fist. Beneath the monster's countless legs, static hissed a warning across the ground, pebbles clattering as the earth rumbled. Then a cluster of large spikes erupted, the jagged formation a golden hue, glowing like sunlight falling against glass. The creature's aggressive movement was interrupted as they speared into its abdomen, and it screamed, thrashing.

    Veloce's magic wasn't enough, however. The violence of the centipede's frenzy was just too great. A hard jerk of its body shattered the spikes, and shards of golden light rained from the monster's belly as it resumed its attack. It didn't seem bothered yet by its wounds, though they were accumulating quickly. Spots of its blood wet the dirt, and one eye was scorched black, scored blind from its sudden meeting with an axe covered in a storm.
     
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    The centipede had Philip creeping after the cop behind the large rock. He eyed his gun, involuntarily flattening his ears at every rowdy blast, wishing like hell he had his thumbs, his tank Beretta, Steyr AUG, or even that grenade launcher they’d kept locked up back in Woodbury. Fangs and claws weren’t gonna cut it against the bug’s hard armor and stiletto-like legs.

    Hiding behind that rock, the Tigernor felt damn well helpless and puny compared to the big guy with the lightning infused ax, as well as the silvery blonde who’d summoned stony spikes up out the ground, which were puncturing the creature’s leathery abdomen. Hell. He felt useless against Papa Smurf his former lieutenant, even though he hadn't done anythin’ yet, except talk to himself or an annoying voice that might’ve been a collective hallucination.

    Hoping to figure out a way to help ‘em, Philip scowled around the dingy chamber in thought, while the centipede screeched and thrashed itself free of the sharps jags of rock. He noted that one of the walls was covered in a spider web of cracks, probably caused by the witch conjuring up the spikes or the storm god swinging his crackling ax.

    That wall didn’t look like it could take much more strain…

    The Tigernor sprang out in front of the bug, barking a roar and bouncing on the spot. It didn’t take much more persuasion to have the creature come scuttling towards him, saliva, maybe venom, dripping from its tusklike set of mouthparts. He stared it down with glaring eye and bared fangs, moving in reverse towards the wall.

    When the tip of his tail brushed the hard, fractured rock, he barked out another roar and bounced again to goad it into action. The centipede didn’t hesitate to charge him as though a many legged bull, but he leapt nimbly out of its way at the last second. It smashed into the weakened wall, a small avalanche of stone tumbling down on its ridged skull and long body.


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    Naw, it started up this summer and I ain't heard nothin' like it before. 'Nough said...


    Yondu half paused and looked sideways, waitin' for Mr. Mouthy t' start up on another crazy monologue or chat or whatever this was supposed t' be. For the time being, whatever or whomever it was had decided t' be quiet for once.


    Good thing too, 'cause that was when their latest 'visitor' finally made an appearance.


    ...Told ya.


    Hell, giant bugs. He'd never really liked runnin' into those things before, and for good reason—like the last thing that tried t' take a bite out-a them, it just plain stunk.


    And they asked me why I never put any A'askavariians t' work,” he called over the bug's screechin', watchin' for just a moment as Mr. Smart started t' electrocute; Chief Terran started shootin'; the Magic Lady did her thing; and One-Eye more or less tried t' crush it with a bunch-a rocks.



    Well, now.



    After gettin' bled, burned, shot at, and stabbed in almost that exact order, he could guess that Bugsy hisself wasn't feelin' too pleased. Too bad, though. It was one giant thing standin' in their way, and if they wanted that cargo badly enough, Bugsy was gonna have t' go.


    No hard feelings,” he shouted up at the bug's face right before whistlin' his arrow back into life. A few seconds later, the shadows got lit up by a flash-a red as he directed it over an' through said centipede, givin' it a new set-a entry and exit wounds before it could catch on and try t' knock him down.
     
  17. Thor Odinson

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    Thor felt his axe strike true, lightning pulsing around him in small fits and bursts. He smiled upon discovering he'd blinded the creature, but then he felt the earth rumble beneath his feet and sidestepped a myriad of spikes that erupted beneath him and the creature both. Surtur's balls, that was close. Too close. Casting a look over his shoulder, he spotted the wizard's hand wreathed in black-green energy, the same energy that had sliced through the earth. Well, he supposed he couldn't begrudge her for seizing the opening when she found it, but he wished she'd warned him of what she was going to do first.

    He moved forwards again, hearing the sharp cracks of Hopper's gun and the odd whizzing, whistling sound of the blue-skinned man controlling his arrow from somewhere behind him. Wait, weren't the only ones who used weapons like that were --- of course, the man was a Centaurian. Thor should have remembered that sooner, but it'd been decades since he'd encountered any. Grimacing, he swung his axe into one of the creature's legs, severing it with another crackle of lightning. But perhaps the most successful in attacking the creature was the tiger, who eventually managed to goad the centipede-like creature into charging headfirst into the wall, rocks crashing down on its head. That gave the Centaurian another opening to pierce through its chitinous hide with his arrow.

    The creature's shrieks were making Thor's teeth rattle in his head, but he squeezed his jaws together and felt power surge at his fingertips, quickly enveloping his entire arm with its brilliance. He flung out his hand, a lightning bolt slamming into the creature's face. Smoke wafted in the air, his ears now ringing from how loud it was screaming. Thor grimaced, pulling his arm back to drag the creature towards him. Wreathed in his lightning as it was, and already wounded from their joint efforts, it could do little else but slide towards him, but it was big and it was goddamn heavy.

    Thor only released his hold once it was close enough, the exhilarating rush of lightning giving him the extra boost he needed to dive low and cleave through the creature's underbelly, where the wizard's earlier attack had already wounded it.


    [OOC:] Yay, teamwork!! Thor pulled a move sort of like this when dragging the centipede closer to him. Feel free to finish it off in the meantime!
     
  18. Veloce Visrin

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    The final blow left no blood spray, only scraps of char, and a peculiar popping noise like steam bursting from a too-tight container, the pressure releasing with a long, trailing hiss. The centipede swayed in crude mimicry of a snake obeying the charmer's flute. There was no strength left in its blackened body, no resistance as the segmented neck fell sideways past Thor. A resounding thump echoed as it landed, throwing up dust and pebbles. Residual lightning sparked here and there between the ruptured plates, but the limbs didn't even twitch.

    Veloce's magelight bobbed over her shoulder as she drew closer to inspect the party's efforts. It was an obscene amount of punishment that had been thrown at their foe. But well-justified, she thought. The creature should've stuck to its usual diet of whatever else scuttled along these tunnels.

    It wasn't quite a smile Veloce gave her companions, but the look in her eyes was congratulatory.

    That had gone a lot more smoothly than the damned spiders.

    Now, back to business.

    They resumed their journey through the underground maze, counting on the eerie, distant hum of the treasure they sought to decide for them each time they came across a fork in the path. The tunnels stayed quiet otherwise, though Veloce wasn't optimistic enough to think any potential threats had been scared off by the last fight. She remembered the skeletons; it could not be this easy. Personally, she banked on the thought that perhaps their next enemy simply knew better than to come charging into the teeth of a group as heavily armed as their own.

    Their next obstacle, as it turned out, wasn't one meant for weapons to solve. The echo of their footsteps went hollow, the surrounding air loosened, and the walls ballooned out into an enormous cavern. Veloce slowed as the ground before their feet dropped off into darkness, earth crumbling down into an abyss. She stood at its edge, lifting her arm, willing the magelight to flare brighter until it could've illuminated the space of a house. Still, the light found neither ceiling nor floor.

    The faraway song continued, beckoning to her senses. This way.

    Veloce frowned as she let the magelight recede to its usual strength. She waved vaguely at the pit in front of them. "I can fly us down, unless one of you would rather do the honors yourself. I'm not sure how far down is, though."
     
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    The Tigernor was left bristling all over when blue Merle whistled his arrow through the centipede’s hard, battered body. It made him flash back to the day that Merle had driven his arrow into him, two times in fact, his sides throbbing dully at the memory.

    But he’d take that over the lightning bolt, the slicing blow to the belly. The creature thumped to the ground, electricity crackling and tendrils of smoke rising up to the shadowy ceiling of the cavern. He rumbled quietly at the thick, acrid stink of burning offal. After the centipede’s shrill shrieks, his hearing was muffled as though somebody had stuffed his ears full of cotton wool.

    He’d recovered his sense of hearing by the time they’d reached the dead end, the ground falling away beneath his large paws. Damn. He stared down into the dark, incapable of making out the bottom despite his sharp night vision, sharp vision in general. Years ago, he would’ve scoffed at the idea of a bottomless pit, said you only saw things like that in adventure movies and superhero comic books, but this was Pandora. Anythin’ could damn well exist.

    A cool breeze fluttered up from the pit, stirring his ragged cheek mane and the choppy fur at his neck. There was a blacker shape inside that tunnel, filling up the walls. It was ascending rapidly, sending up more gusts of chilly wind. A pair of tiny red eyes burned like embers in the dark.

    He backed up into a ready crouch, growling and baring his fangs. Guess the silvery blonde wasn’t the only one offering to fly ‘em down to the bottom of the pit…


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  20. Yondu Udonta

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    " 'That's one of ya torn apart,' Yondu thought triumphantly, feelin' just enough bloodlust left behind to sharpen up his senses..."


    "...Yeah, nice tricks, y'all. Bug's dead, day's saved, and nobody got their heads bitten off yet..."


    Would you believe it, a tiny bit-a this li'l fight had actually started makin' hisself feel al-ive. Not the ol' feelin' of wantin' t' take a few enemy heads while he was at it, mind...but somethin' a lot newer and also a bit nicer. Provided, maybe, that he didn't get a knife t' the back before he could enjoy it.


    "...However, looks like there's still a bit more t' deal with before we get our payoff. Who wants t' start us off this time?"


    Yondu would be sure t' point downward into the dark, if only to indicate just a li'l bit that their troubles weren't over yet. For all he knew, they would have to go through a hundred more-a these freaks before they could rightfully dig up anythin', lyrium or no lyrium.


    Still, it was hard t' feel anythin' else but confidence at this point, because if the likes-a them could beat a giant worm together, what else might they be able t' do?
     
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