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#Post#: 400838--------------------------------------------------
Belkre
By: Captain Zen Date: December 9, 2015, 10:30 pm
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[font=courier]REPORT BEGINS
UNIDENTIFIED MASSIVE HUMANOID CREATURE SIGHTED NORTH OF BELKRE
CITY. STOP. SUBJECT IS APPROXIMATELY 120 METERS TALL. STOP. BODY
COMPOSED OF ROCK AND BRICK. STOP. POSSIBLY SOME SORT OF
AUTOMATION, ORIGIN AND CREATOR UNKNOWN. STOP. SUBJECT IS
TRAVELING SOUTH AT TWENTY KILOMETERS PER HOUR. STOP. SUBJECT HAS
ALREADY PASSED THROUGH MOLT VILLAGE. STOP. MOLT VILLAGE IS IN
RUINS. STOP. RICHART MEMORIAL, ERECTED 40 YEARS AGO IN 1829, HAS
BEEN DESTROYED. STOP. 90 ARE DEAD; COUNTLESS MORE ARE WOUNDED.
STOP.
SUBJECT IS ESTIMATED TO REACH BELKRE CITY IN EIGHT HOURS. STOP.
EVACUATE BELKRE CITY. STOP. SUBJECT APPEARS TO BE IMPERVIOUS TO
FIRE-BASED MAGIC. STOP. MILITARY MOVEMENT IS UNDERWAY. STOP. ALL
CAPABLE MAGES SHOULD EXERCISE EXTREME CAUTION; SUBJECT IS
SHOWING SIGNS OF ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE. STOP.
UPDATE: SUBJECT WILL BE HENCEFORTH REFERRED TO AS BEHEMOTH.
STOP. BEHEMOTH IS FIVE HOURS FROM BELKRE CITY. STOP. BELKRE CITY
CANNOT COMPLETELY EVACUATE IN TIME. STOP. STATE OF EMERGENCY
REPEAT STATE OF EMERGENCY. STOP. BEHEMOTH IS BECOMING
INCREASINGLY MORE AGGRESSIVE. STOP. 175 ARE DEAD. STOP. PLATOONS
3 AND 19 HAVE BEEN TERMINATED. STOP. ALL OTHER PLATOONS HAVE
BEEN ORDERED TO RETREAT AND REGROUP. STOP.
CASUALTIES ARE EXPECTED TO REACH THE HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS IN
THE EVENT OF BEHEMOTH REACHING BELKRE CITY. STOP. CANNONS AND
TRIPWIRES HAVE PROVEN INEFFECTIVE. STOP. EXERCISE EXTREME
CAUTION. STOP.
UPDATE: BEHEMOTH IS THREE HOURS AWAY FROM BELKRE CITY. STOP.
EVACUATIONS HAVE GONE POORLY. STOP. BEHEMOTH APPEARS TO BE USING
LIFE FORCE AS FUEL. STOP. BEHEMOTH IS ASSUMED TO RUN ON SOME
ADVANCED ALCHEMY. STOP. THE DESTRUCTION WILL NOT END AT BELKRE
CITY. STOP. IT IS ESTIMATED THAT BEHEMOTH WILL BECOME INVINCIBLE
AFTER CONSUMING BELKRE CITY AS A FUEL SOURCE. STOP. THE NATION
IS IN DANGER. STOP. THE WORLD IS IN DANGER. STOP. GENERAL
WILKSTORN HAS CALLED IN THE ELITE GUARD. STOP.
OUR FAITH LIES WITH THEM. STOP
REPORT ENDS
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Re: Belkre
By: Demonreach Date: December 10, 2015, 10:20 pm
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(I suppose this is more modern era than anything? Just lemme
know if I need to fix any details)
'Impervious to fire...' Dracierous sighed softly.
While he wasn't dressed in military garb, or perhaps what their
mage's might wear, it was modern attire; everyday clothing
consisting of a grey shirt under a black jacket; dark colored
jeans with black-on-white Converse. He was around his
mid-twenties, but any mage worth their salt was far older.
Such as himself.
In any case, the silver-haired man found himself along the
outskirts of the city, the air around him lifting him higher as
he drifted towards the behemoth; huge even at this distance.
He'd meet it about half way, perhaps, judging the distance.
The air all around him grew cold as the half-breed drew in his
will, the magic cackling around his fingertips; his eyes, silver
as his hair, glowed with an inner light. The power he gathered
was an ancient one, being apart of him as it was; a sort of
inner fire that propelled even his most basic spells into
something grand and obnoxious.
Three hours out... Give or take, it'd be at the spot in about...
half an hour, an hour top.
A heavy sigh escaped him once again; the being was powerful
enough, that was sure, especially if it fed off of the lifeforce
of its victims. How cruel...But there was something admirable
about creating something such as that. Briefly, he wondered as
well if he'd be the only to stand against it. Not that it was
any different than standing against a hoard of dragons... But he
knew how those creatures thought.
If the behemoth did have artificial intelligence, of course it'd
go to were it's food source was; any creature with primal
instincts would do that, so perhaps it was less intelligent but
more... basic in its needs. Even the dumbest monkey could figure
out simple tasks if need be.
Shaking his head, he stopped and started to chant as his body
drifted back to the ground; half an hour away from the city, his
words shaking the air. His body started to move as his feet
touched; arcane energies flitting about him in powerful sparks
as his chanting grew hoarse, deep; drawing from the well of
power that was his birthright. He began to murmur, his words
halting and guttural; harsh and edged with fire. Smoke billowed
from his body as the energies erased his clothing, leaving him
naked.
While Dracierous was mostly silver in coloring -skin, eyes,
hair- due to his curse, all of that began to deepen in color as
more power was drawn; the slumbering beast within awakening
slowly. Black streaks flowed through his long hair; blue tinged
the silver hues; the skin becoming darker, as if the sun was
kissing him, offering its blessing to his flesh. His feet moved
in a steady circle, trampling the grass. Magic gathered within
the circle, a circle seemingly close to bursting with its
burden.
His rite was a more basic one, drawing from his own power, but
also asking for help from the earth; the spirits that resided
within the trees, the rocks; the rivers and lakes; the sprites
that cowered within the air, steathily hidden. They answered,
lending their own strength to his already formidable power. The
magic circle glowed with that power, rainbows of coalescing
energies weaving in and out.
His specialty was defensive magic, his wards perfect; his
castings easily readied. He had about fifteen minutes.
But there was no time to him, lost in his trance; the half-breed
unaware, uncaring, of what transpired around him as he chanted
endlessly.
And so, he stopped soon after lest he drain himself of all
power. Still he was panting, sweat beading along his naked body
and running like small rivers.
He waited.
Waited.
Then, with the behemoth a few dozen yards away, he released it,
breaking the circle as he swiped his foot across the grass.
Power enough to level the continent was unleashed with a furious
howl; the magic erecting three sets of walls.
The first wall was rather small, just up the behemoths 'thighs',
and while the wall might not do anything; or rather, if the
automaton felt it, that was as it should be. It would merely
latch onto the behemoth, not offering any physical or magical
resistance. The second wall was much the same, save it covered
up to the stomach, just below the solar plexus; it would swirl
around the arms as well. The third was different in that upon
hitting it, it would fall away into nothing, much as the other
two had.
Except, given a small delay of a few seconds, the gravity around
the monster would suddenly increase a hundred fold; which would
disorient, if not outright causing the behemoth to merely
stumble and fall. The earth around the monster would crater,
trees collapsing; earth breaking, fissures spawning.
The magical snares would seep into the earth, weaving themselves
up and around the behemoth, entrapping it as they dragged the
huge monster down, the earth slowly eroding into sand that would
swallow the monster whole; crushing it and breaking it, eroding
it until it became apart of the sand, the sand further grinding
those pieces to dust.
If not, Dracierous would be forced to use a more direct
approach.
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Re: Belkre
By: Raijuta Date: December 11, 2015, 11:32 am
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An icy sigh escaped the man's lips as he looked out in the
direction of the monster named "Behemoth" It seemed there was
always something to deal with nowadays. Clad in all white, he
prepared to set out, a bitter cold breeze enveloping his body as
he moved forward, remaining only a few yards to the north of
Dracierous. Teh two weren't what you would call friends, but he
respected the man's abilities as well as tectical skills. The
chosen point of contact was about two thirds of the way toward
the beast. This was ideal, offering plenty of space for a second
wave. For now, the two warriors would set up the first line of
defense here.
The first thing that needed to be done, was to slow down, or
even halt the Behemoth's movement. Dracierous' abilities were
ideal for this. Emerald green eyes watched as he made his move.
The idea was to slow the beast with the walls, and then corrode
the earth beneath it, ultimately trapping it within the created
crater. It was definitely a good idea. The problem arose with
the beast being able to detect, and avoid the trap before
arriving. This was where the blonde haired assassin came in. He
inhaled deeply, mentally removing himself from the situation,
and focusing entirely on his environment. The surrounding area
quickly began to grow cold, reaching near sub-zero temperatures
in mere moments. As the temperature dropped, a heavy mist would
begin to fill the area. In moments, the mist would grow so
thick, that it made vision difficult, concealing the three
walls, and the area of Dracierous' effect from the view of the
approaching mech.
It wasn't long before frost began to coat the ground, decreasing
traction, and lowering the ability to quickly change directions
while running. These effects should increase the chances of the
Behemoth falling into the trap, where the two would be ready to
strike. The shinobi had no way of overpowering the creature. He
specialized in concealment and precision attacks. But once an
opening was revealed, he would be ready to strike.
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