Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140803232256/@comment-24685738-20140805190457

(Yay! Piece time! :D)

Even from Kvatch, the group could hear the terrified screams and the anguish of…. Whatever was in Anvil. It was enough to give anyone shivers.

And shiver they did.

The swirling vortex of clouds that was slowly coming out of the coastal city did nothing to reassure them of their safety, either.

Maren watched as the clouds snaked toward them. “Vaniel… How could he do this?”

The sheet of rain continued to head towards them, eventually soaking the Halfbloods to the bone.

Lift your wings, girl…

Maren shivered. The voices had come to her, too.

Lift your wings, girl…

“Leave me alone…”

Lift your wings, girl…

By now, the rain had made a lot of mud. This caused the group heading towards Anvil to slip and slide.

Lift your wings, girl…

Almost involuntarily, Maren’s wings slowly extended.

Lift your wings, girl…

They extended to their full height, as the wind picked up, causing her to stumble back a bit.

“Please, no…”

FLY!

Maren took off, her wings bringing her towards the terrifying city of Anvil.

The wind currents hit her, causing her to be battered and bruised as she was tossed around. She lost consciousness just before she hit the black grass of the ruined coastal city.

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Creatures began to slide among the group members feet, concealed by the overwhelming darkness, rain, and mud.

Some dark creature wrapped Aurin’s leg, trying to snake its way towards Leiya. He yelled, angrily, and shook it off of him. His enhanced eyesight made him able to see most of what was around them.

“Dracius! Look out!”

Before the Breton could heed his warning, something bit his leg and slid away.

By now, the mud was up to the knees of the group.

Come, Son of Mora…

Come, bow to my will…

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When Maren awoke, she was strapped to a table.

In a dark room.

And centipedes were crawling all over her, fitting a cuff to her wrist.

Out of the shadows, a dark figure seemed to arise from the darkness. “Welcome, my dear. Welcome to Anvil.”

He was…. Horrible, to say the least. He had dark, empty pits for eyes, and pitch black skin. He wore no armor or clothes on his chest, showing the Silver armguards that had wires, connecting to his head. His lips were dry and cracked, and when he opened his mouth, mandibles came out.

But his legs…

So many, many legs…

His lower body was a centipede’s, with a deep brown, polished exoskeleton, which looked very, very tough.

No, wait…

It was a Scorpion’s.

No, it was a Mosquito’s. He flew a few inches of the ground, for a minute, before returning to the ground.

Then, it was a centipede again.

“W-what… A-are you?” Maren gasped, horrified.

“I am the Ultimate Half-God.” The Son of Namira laughed. “I am Krivat, the Son of Namira.”

Bow to my will, Daughter of Meridia…

Maren felt her grip tighten and inject something into her wrist.

“Yes, Master.”