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Post by kilnarak on Oct 30, 2022 7:36:13 GMT -6
[ Ash makes himself as small as he can, terrified of the Goddess. ]
As the Goddess rose, Ash crouched down low, trembling. She was so big, larger even than his grand-dam. One of her hands alone could crush him flat - just as she had done the corpse king. His scales clicked and clattered against each other, crest as flat as could be. He made himself small and non-threatening, insignificant - she had looked at him once and he did not want her to look at him again.
He dropped his gaze to the floor, then closed his eyes tight, waiting for whatever was going to happen to happen.
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Post by hadopelagic on Oct 30, 2022 17:14:07 GMT -6
(Una is momentarily dazzled by the goddess; then, she imitates the worshipful behavior of the saints)
Una was afraid to look at the goddess, but she also couldn't look away. She'd never before witnessed a deity! How incredible! Una was standing just feet away from a muse of worship and song. If mortals were flickering little candle flames, She was a sun.
"Oh!" Una exclaimed, covering her eyes as the goddess crushed the skeletal king. Just a few minutes ago, he'd seemed so strong.
She peeked through her fingers, and then lowered them when she realized that the king was gone. Timidly, she looked at the saints and imitated their behavior. She didn't want to insult the giant woman.
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Post by tsukikoko on Oct 30, 2022 17:54:42 GMT -6
[OOC: John lends his voice to the chanting.]
Given the complete and utter destruction of the crowned undead, right before their eyes, John came to the rather quick conclusion that he would have to play along if he wished to live much longer.
Much as the idea of playing loyal lapdog to this ostentatious golden creature made him want to vomit, the Kumiho also rather liked his skin attached and his bones un-smashed.
A beautiful melody emerged from unopened jaws, serene and lilting, as John leant his singing voice to that of the saints.
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Post by jarahamee on Oct 31, 2022 1:31:37 GMT -6
The hum of energy, and the choir reached its zenith, and the tower of light the Goddess had made then flowed, both into her servants, and into and around Ash, Vincent, August, Una and John. The goddess herself, white as marble, and just as colorless, sat, serene as ever, hands held, palm upward, on either side of her body, great legs crossed. The light which gathered about the Saints solidified into great steeds, vaguely horse-like in shape. Each had a different countenance, and life to it. Saint Leopold the Wise rode a pale horse, its body like a field of stars, Saint Bartholomew the Gentle rode a bat-like shape, dark as a void, wispy and nebulous, Saint Peregrine Laziosi the Great mounted a beast of green flame that rather resembled a dragon, and the last, Saint Jane De Chantal the Defender, rode a great wolf-like creature made of an of liquid gold. Each figure now stood, fully armed and armored. The pilgrims, for their part, found themselves encased in light and lifted off the floor, orbiting the Goddess like celestial bodies. They floated in space, protected from all around them, witnesses to her actions, glowing faintly as they rotated in the sky behind her head. And then the pillar of light dissipated. The humming stopped. The sky, which had once been blood red, became the ordinary yellowish light of any full moon. The night was still and silent again. The ritual was completed. And then the Goddess stood up, all of the pilgrims and servants raising high into the air with her movement. Incredibly tall, over 50 feet tall, towering over all else around her. When she stood still, she was indistinguishable from a massive statue. She appeared to barely notice the ruins, both of the cathedral and of what was once the castle. She turned, first her head, and then her body, surrounded by her entourage of warriors, before striding out into the darkness. First, she traveled down the hill the pilgrims had ascended, walking first, then running after small, dark specks far below, which the pilgrims would realize was the Beastmen. Her demeanor changed, and she first stomped directly on the slowest, which expired with barely a yelp, and then leapt, almost gleefully, to crush the other two who attempted to retreat from her with a loud squeal. The faint outline of the great bird was no longer hidden by the clouds, likely drawn by the floating figures. Without hesitation, Saint Laziosi took aim at the great shape of the bird, and took a single shot with his bow. The weapon twanged, sending a luminous bolt far into the sky, the great beast plummeted to the ground somewhere in the darkness with a mighty crash. The goddess appeared satisfied with her work, patting Saint Laziosi, as if in approval, before turning again, as if on a dime, and moving quickly to the East. She ambulated easy, smoothly, unnaturally smoothly, her great strides down the hillside effortless. As if the steep angle and slippery stones were nothing to her. She crossed what had been the insurmountable boggy distance between the grassy hills and the black forest beyond in only a few long strides, he feet never sinking into the murky water. Soon, she stepped into the forest, crushing it under her feet, seeking out the nearest Beast. Please move here: wathais.proboards.com/thread/490/halloween-hunt?page=13&scrollTo=18596 for the rest of this post
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