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"I'm going to throw you out now!" the castle guardian said. "Please don't take it personally!"
With that, the fortress abruptly tipped, leaning to the vertical as the controller skillfully manipulated its webs to hurl the Exalts out the far window. Each sought helplessly to maintain their footing; each grabbed blindly for any handhold they thought they could reach. All to no avail; gravity spat them out of the fortress like so many watermelon seeds.
Sabath, the Twilight, spun in midair and shot another rope-laden arrow into the citadel's stonework. Golm, the Dawn, seized said rope and charged up it, with the Night, Sangrin, balanced lithely on his shoulders. Vhidia, the Lunar.... changed into a bird and flew off. Good for her.
Thus, she was the first to see the fallen Dragon-Blooded -- all eight of them, impaled on their own daiklaves, while in the center of the ring stood a figure armored in soulsteel.
I was amused that, of all the player characters, the Lunar ended up in mortal combat with the Abyssal and mostly won, in a flurry of Direlance vs. Daiklaive.
With a powerful leap, Golm hewed apart the master of the fortress, blood sparkling in bright sprays that defined the arc of his grimcleaver. Almost instantly the fortress lurched -- then fell, plummeting towards the ground, its animating force destroyed. Flaring bright-gold with Essence, Golm swung his greataxe four times in the space it takes a man to blink -- then neatly pushed out the perfect square of wall he'd carved, surfing it to the ground almost as an afterthought.
And yet he was still a hundred yards from the fray. After a moment's consideration, the mighty smith stomped the ground, the force of his blow powerful enough to rebound the stone slab into the air. He dealt it a mighty blow with the grimcleaver -- then released the haft to grip the stone just as it rocketed into the air, Golm trailing it like a comet's tail.
The volcano erupted.
With that, the fortress abruptly tipped, leaning to the vertical as the controller skillfully manipulated its webs to hurl the Exalts out the far window. Each sought helplessly to maintain their footing; each grabbed blindly for any handhold they thought they could reach. All to no avail; gravity spat them out of the fortress like so many watermelon seeds.
Sabath, the Twilight, spun in midair and shot another rope-laden arrow into the citadel's stonework. Golm, the Dawn, seized said rope and charged up it, with the Night, Sangrin, balanced lithely on his shoulders. Vhidia, the Lunar.... changed into a bird and flew off. Good for her.
Thus, she was the first to see the fallen Dragon-Blooded -- all eight of them, impaled on their own daiklaves, while in the center of the ring stood a figure armored in soulsteel.
I was amused that, of all the player characters, the Lunar ended up in mortal combat with the Abyssal and mostly won, in a flurry of Direlance vs. Daiklaive.
With a powerful leap, Golm hewed apart the master of the fortress, blood sparkling in bright sprays that defined the arc of his grimcleaver. Almost instantly the fortress lurched -- then fell, plummeting towards the ground, its animating force destroyed. Flaring bright-gold with Essence, Golm swung his greataxe four times in the space it takes a man to blink -- then neatly pushed out the perfect square of wall he'd carved, surfing it to the ground almost as an afterthought.
And yet he was still a hundred yards from the fray. After a moment's consideration, the mighty smith stomped the ground, the force of his blow powerful enough to rebound the stone slab into the air. He dealt it a mighty blow with the grimcleaver -- then released the haft to grip the stone just as it rocketed into the air, Golm trailing it like a comet's tail.
The volcano erupted.
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