DRAIN YOU OF YOUR SANITY

[fakethulhu.livejournal.com]

WHO: The Emissary and co. versus everybody
WHERE: Off the coast of Battery Park and throughout the City
WHEN: Just before midnight October 31st (technically November 1st)
WARNINGS: Violence and frightening imagery
SUMMARY: Drawn by Illidan’s magic, a demon from beyond reality has come forth to help the Betrayer doom the world. The battle that saves or destroys everything has begun. Happy Halloween, Cityverse!
FORMAT: Paragraph to start, whatever works after.

It came.

The Moon of midnight on All Hallow’s Eve shone wetly on the waters of the City’s Harbour. From beneath the surface a rumbling could be heard, as though emanating far, far below, within abyssal depths and ancient fathoms that could not possibly be there. First there was a ripple, then a wave, then the creature began to arise from the waters. It slid upwards and upwards, rising smoothly and continuously out of the ocean like a living edifice, a vast Thing ancient and immovable, a walking island sunken no longer. The head then the shoulders then the wings then the misshapen body came forth, yet still more of Its bulk remained beneath the waters, with slow thighs beginning to move It towards the City. All around it the sky and the ocean seemed to darken with an almost positive quality, as though jet-black ink was spilling into the universe itself. The Emissary had come.

Water flowed off Its body in torrents, mixing with drool and ichor. An unending series of sickly slopping and slobbering noises came from the twitching forest of tentacles around Its mouth, the product of a ravening hunger. The ocean heaved immensely around the Titan form, waves thrashing from the power of Its body. How to describe such a thing? How to even conceive of such horror, outside of madness or nightmare? That immense octopus head crowning the terrible body, those dragon-bat wings sprouting from Its back, those rubbery, sea-green scales, the mingled and loathsome aspects of the reptile, the mollusc- and the human! For it was on two feet that It moved, and with two arms did the Emissary reach out toward the morsels It slavered for.

An aura of panic and despair announced It, greater than any herald’s trumpet. Merely to look upon that incomprehensible shape and its alien geometry was to gamble with one’s sanity. Its very presence emanated a sense of immeasurable insignificance and absence of meaning, as though all the Earth was plankton in the presence of a whale. It moved with a shambling, unwholesome motion that had nothing to do with clumsiness, gathering speed. A mountain walked or stumbled! Toward the City, toward the Well. Toward the end of the world.

[ooc: goddamndoomchat is open on AIM if anyone's interested! There are some people fighting the Emissary who have not been slotted into threads yet; we will work those out as we go along! The raid against Illidan in Central Park will be posted by Jill later. Have fun everybody!]

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[rock-it-punch.livejournal.com]

Santo strained to get away from the horrific monstrosity, not wanting to stay this close any longer than he had to. And in the process, his arms finally broke, sending Santo stumbling backwards with rocky stumps. "Christ, how strong is this thing?" He grumbled as he stuck his arms to the ground, dragging more stone out of the earth to form new limbs.

[fakethulhu.livejournal.com]

The Thing emitted a sort of warbling hiss when Ysera's tail smacked one of Its eyes into green jelly. Something oozing and pulsating began to plop out of Its head, dribbling out of a cavernous socket and down Its face. Halfway down though the flow abruptly, impossibly reversed itself. Like a film being run backwards, the smashed eye flowed back the way it came and reconstructed itself in seconds within the monster's head. Truly, this creature cared nothing for physics or causality.

The delay had made the Emissary impatient, and It was determined to force a way past these annoyances. Santo's broken rocky fists were still in Its hands, and it threw them like missiles with uncanny accuracy, one flying towards Ysera, the other towards the hawk Kyo had mounted. Its dragonlike wings began to beat as It surged forward through the mire, blasting spattering gusts of mud-filled wind ahead of It.

For a moment it seemed like Its might had finally reached a limit, that the quickened bog Ysera had created would suck It down like a dinosaur into a tar pit. With fifty feet of mystical mud pulling at It, escaped seemed an impossibility.

But conventional realms of possibility were like tinkertoys to this Thing. Perhaps Its physical strength was too great or perhaps Its eldritch magic did something inconceivable and nonsensical to the laws of mass, weight and density. Whatever the reason, the Emissary burst free of the slurry with a sudden massive heave accompanied by a series of grotesque slopping noises. Striding past the ruined ground of the Park, it moved forward, bellowing, towards the Financial District.

[ofthedream.livejournal.com]

Even as Ysera had circled back around, she paused in shock as she watched it's ruined eye reverse itself. She recoiled as she felt the very laws of Nature twist and warp into maddening perversion as it escaped her mire. She was so shocked that she missed seeing the massive stone missile until the last moment - just enough time to twist enough to avoid it crushing one of her wings. But it was still enough to knock her out of the sky with a bellow of pain and shock as something in her side gave way.

She cried out and tumbled down to crash into some of the few remaining trees even as their limbs seemed to stretch and reach to catch her. It still hurt, but the trees were enough to cushion her fall to avoid broken wings. She snarled in frustration and tried to scramble to her feet. But there was a sharp pain in her side and her limbs were tangled in the tree limbs. She clawed at the ground as she thrashed to untangle herself from the wreckage of the trees. Blood oozed from her side where her scales had broken or been torn away by the impact. It hurt to breathe or move, and she was fairly certain at least one rib was broken.

She limped slightly, on the side she'd been hit, as she struggled out of the impact crater she'd made. It hurt just walking, and would surely hurt more to fly. But she wasn't out of the fight yet. Whatever it wanted up ahead, she wouldn't let it get to it.

[burning-fists.livejournal.com]

Kyo let out a yelp as the dragonhawk tried to swerve out of the way, only to nearly be thrown off as it began to tumble to the ground. But there was no way he was going to go down without a fight in this case - he was already reaching for something to either slow him down or make sure to cushion the fall. Seeing nothing in the immediate vicinity, he knew that he couldn't stop here and now, flames erupting from his hands, flinging it forward to try and at least slow the creature down as he was falling.

[fakethulhu.livejournal.com]

Fireballs smacking into Its skin irritated the Thing enough to give It pause. It turned and saw that the source of the fire had an imminent and likely unpleasant date with the ground- not worthy of Its attention. Still, out of mingled cruelty and caution Its Spawn were telepathically commanded to converge on where Kyo looked like he was going to land. They would await him with open jaws and reaching tentacles.

The great dragon though, was possibly the only being in this City that could come near It for raw size, power, and magic. The fact that she was still moving earned her another attack, if only to keep her down and out of Its path.

It lumbered forward until It was within reach of the Financial District's first building. Then, latching onto the office block's roof with Its claws, it wrenched the entire top floor straight off the structure. Water dripped from the chunk of building through broken pipes and wires dangled beneath it like entrails as the Emissary raised it over Its head and tossed it towards where Ysera was regaining her feet.