It's the end of the World as we know it (run of 09-09-03)
“All day long we have fought in twilight. All sense of time has been lost. Minutes stretch into hours, perhaps into days, and still they come. All around us explosions, cries, death. I am weary beyond all time. What brought the world to this? Was there some simple mistake made by some unimportant fool on a sunny day years ago? Could the misstep of one have led to this day, or was it the countless missteps of many over eons? Why do I feel like it’s all my fault?” Marja’s great and graceful form is fatigued to exhaustion. Even in the midst of all the noise and chaos she feels that it would be so easy just to lie down and sleep. “Just make it stop,” she thinks as torn wings slowly lower her to the ground, “I’m so tired.”
The hoards of Titan spawn have swept across the battlefield, swept across, over and around this weary, rag-tag band of friends. From the air Marja could see the hopelessness of the fight. The Titans were winning. Even the Calastian priests, so late to realize their folly in aiding the Titans, so late to join the battle, were all dead. In selfless heroics, the priests had drawn the demons to them, and at the last moment, when the swarm was at its thickest, they had destroyed themselves in magical blasts that took hundreds of lives, and now none were left. Marja had spotted but few remaining warriors from the races of the gods, and most were being crushed under the never-ending onslaught. “Many still hold their own,” Marja sends over the mind link, but no one really believes her.
Before them stands a giant spider as large as a two-story building. Each of its two black shiny eyes is as big as a dwarf, as big as one dwarf in particular who pushes his way to face the creature. Borin hurls a bead of force over 50 feet right into one of those eyes. They all duck. The explosion is barely audible over the roar of the battlefield. When they look back, the spider hasn’t moved. The bead had no effect on the massive creature.
A low, deep growling voice begins to chant. For the last time that day, the voice of the wolf calls into the hot wind, calling on what nature is left alive around him. Fang summons a swarm. From every direction around the spider ants, flies, wasps, fleas and maggots converge and attack.
Terri, visible for a brief moment, raises her hands to call a flame strike into being. The spark begins to form in her hands when suddenly it turns into a swarm of angry beads. Once again magic has gone awry. Everyone ducks to avoid the terrible glowing lights. One flies into Caerwyn’s pack. An explosion pushes him forward, but he manages to keep his feet. “What was it?” Terri calls. “Nothing of import,” answers Caerwyn stoically. How could he explain it anyway. They were knitting needles. He’d had them for almost all his life. He had only recently become aware of their true magic. Oh well, no sense crying over spilt milk.
“I’m going in,” Kira shouts over the mind link. “Oh, and I see 10 hags on its back. Thought you’d want to know.” She’s invisible so no one can gage her progress until suddenly the spider turns its head. Seven voices send out a warning, “It can see you.” But Kira already knows. She’s seen too much today to be ruffled by the crushing mouth of a giant spider. She stabs her dagger deep into its eye. The others can’t see Kira, but they can see the slash that appears.
Kel runs through his list of available spells, but realizing that two out of every three spells cast today seem to go bad, he opts for charging. He raises his great sword and lunges at the creature’s face despite its 15-foot reach. Before the creature can react, Kel has sliced completely through a mandible and is standing there gasping for breath and covered with ichor.
The spider lunges forward and bites Kel, then it pulls itself up onto all 8 legs and hurls itself onto the ground, on top of Kel. A tremor like an earthquake ripples through the ground. Fang is knocked prone. He begins to whimper as a wave of dust, dirt and body parts echo outward from the shock waves.
Marja hastes the group with a sigh of relief that the spell works and rises back into the air while Lucre rushes to Kel, still trapped under the body of the spider. Lucre opens a dimension door and pulls Kel to the rear of the spider.
Kalina turns three of the swarming wasps into giant vermin, but their colossal stingers seem to have no effect on the beast who ignores them completely. It turns and makes eye contact with Fang, Kira, Caerwyn and Marja. They all feel their hearts seize up in their chests. In the moment before they feel unconsciousness approaching they gasp for breath. Their hearts begin to beat once more. All, except Kira. Her presence over the mind link ceases. They can’t see her, but they know she is dead. The last to join their little band was the first to fall.
From the top of the spider two cones of rainbow-colored spray (prismatic) shoot toward Kel and Lucre. Kel sees the vision of a shimmering archway open up before him. He feels himself being drawn into a world of metal and flame. Huge creatures crack fiery whips as burned and destroyed people in chains trudge in endless drear. “No!” Kel screams. Through strength that he thought had left him hours ago, he holds himself back from the horrible vision. Lucre sees no such horror, but is badly burned with acid.
Kalina, Marja and Terri are suddenly falling – upwards! They crash 70 feet into the air and right themselves, upside down. Marja speaks the word, Kazmira, and her magic carpet unfurls from her pack. She instructs it to wait for Terri while she flies off toward the hags. Terri runs upside down to the edge of the reversed gravity area and jumps nimbly onto the carpet while Kalina turns herself into a wrack dragon and flies toward the hags spewing hot tar.
Another hag sends a shock wave across the group. Borin is knocked to the ground. Slowly he manages to pull himself to his feet, blood pouring from his ears. Poor Fang faired far worse. He is stunned and unable to move (for 7 rounds). Caerwyn manages to withstand the force. He activates his Boots of Zoom and flies toward a hag and manages to get off one small attack.
Kel opens his cubic gateway. It opens to a shining, beautiful, orderly world with happy people striding around with great purpose. One hag gets sucked in. He watches her scream and writhe with pain as she turns to ash before she even reaches the ground of this other world. Kel has barely a moment to grin as he feels something wet on his back. The spider shot an enormous web. Lucre was able to avoid it by pushing his body into the hairy, putrid side of the spider, but Kel, caught concentrating on his gateway, finds himself hopelessly stuck. In the front the spider claws at Caerwyn and jumps backwards in an attempt to crush Kel and Lucre. Again Lucre holds his breath and scrambles partway up the side of the beast, but Kel is helpless as the creature lands on top of him.
Lucre manifests Kel onto the spider’s back by whacking what he can see of Kel’s feet, then he attacks swinging his cousin’s great axe with force. The creature dodges his devastating critical, but gets hit in Lucre’s next three whirlwind attacks.
By now the flying carpet is hovering over the hags. Terri pulls her dagger, Twee, and hanging off the edge of the carpet upside-down, she stabs a hag in the shoulder. “Too bad she saw me coming,” she laughs.
Four of the witches begin to cast again. Caerwyn and Terri manage to disrupt two spells, but the other two send out black circles of chill that grip everyone’s heart with the cold hand of death. No one dies, but all are left with the feeling of what lies ahead.
Suddenly chain lightening bolts spring from the hands of three more hags. Kalina takes one full in the chest, and Caerwyn takes the other two. The bolts ricochet between Kalina, Terri, Kel, Marja, Caerwyn and Lucre. The area crackles with the sound of electricity. The air smells of ozone, and everyone is lit with an eerie blue light. When the display ceases Marja is standing unscathed. Her dragon heritage has made her immune to electricity. The others are staggering, but everyone is still standing.
Caerwyn drops to his knees and sends up a fervent (as always) prayer to Corean asking for healing for himself. He doesn’t heal as much as he thought he would, and he doesn’t feel as strong a connection to his god. “He’s just busy,” thinks the unshakable paladin. He steps in and swings, hitting one hag four times. She drops to one knee holding her viscera inside her body with her bloodied hands.
Borin uses his helmet of teleport to appear on top of the spider and goes into a terrifying rage. All the hags are instantly frightened by the sight of the dwarf foaming at the mouth. “That’s our boy!” exclaims Marja. “It was worth the wait,” Kalina answers. The hags try to run, but are caught up in attacks. One dies and the others scurry away from the battlefield. Borin now turns to the spider and attacks it 5 times with a dire flail. A loud crack echoes over the battle chaos as the creature’s back breaks.
There is a moment of semi-calm. “Where’s Kira?” Lucre can see her. He hops down off of the dead spider and picks her small waif-like body up in his arms. Kel prepares for a true resurrection. His magic healing starts to break apart into motes of light. It’s not going to work. With all the resolution he has left he grabs at the lights, forces them back together and shoves them into Kira’s mouth. Kira opens her eyes, but Kel is drained. He can feel down deep inside himself and knows that he has nothing left. Corean will send no more healing through Kel’s hands.
The first words out of Kira’s mouth are not what they expected. “Holy crap! What is that?” All heads turn to follow her gaze. Something is cresting the horizon. It looks like a leg, but to be visible at this distance it must be enormous. It makes the legs of the dead spider lying beside them look like a normal spider next to a man. The appendage is swirling in blues and greens. It’s made of water, churning and roiling. It steps down, and even from this distance they can hear the sound. Rays of blue light spread out from the footstep and wash over the battlefield.
All magic is gone. Every magic item suddenly loses its luster. The spell casters and healers are powerless. Marja feels empty to the bottom of her soul. Still allowing herself a moment for reflection she remembers back to her youth when she fought against her magic with alcohol and sleep depravation. Now she feels a loss as great and as sudden as when she had heard her father’s bardic song wafting over the first strike of the battle, and just as abruptly, she heard it cease. Slow hot tears run silently down her cheeks.
Caerwyn waves his now ordinary sword before him, taking a step toward the colossus in the distance. “We have no need of paltry side-show tricks. Let us show them how Heroes fight.”
Now another leg steps across the horizon sending a wave of searing heat. The smell of burning flesh and singeing reaches their nostrils. Another leg – this one heaves and sickens as boils erupt across the land. Another leg – tentacles arise, snakes entwine. Another leg – covered in mouths. Great holes open up in the ground, and they can hear the sound of the earth chewing. Then another leg, and another and another until the spider of the Titans is completely visible on the horizon. Its eight legs meet in the middle, not of a body, but of a maelstrom!
Our intrepid band of adventures scans the battlefield around them. No one is left standing, no one but them. They are the only survivors to witness the end of the world.
With each step the creature covers dozens of miles, and soon the dim sun is blocked out completely as the full force of Titan might stands above them. A face appears in the maelstrom, laughing. “You should have stopped me,” it taunts in a voice that is vaguely familiar. “Maybe this time you will remember.” Whose voice is that? Cosette?
The end could not have taken more than a second, but Marja saw and noted it all. Borin, Kira, Lucre, Kel, Terri, Kalina and Fang, Caerwyn, and herself, not one at a time, but all together slip into the long sleep that is death. Just as they lose unconsciousness a tiny voice whispers over the mind link, “I’m so sorry.”
Flash!
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Terri’s body jerks to attention. Her convulsion alerts the man in whose pocket her hand had been reaching. “Hey, boy! What do you think you’re doing?” He grabs her, but she slips away and darts into the crowd. Back at the Temple of Enkili she drops to her knees at the main altar. What does this mean?
Kira is on her hands and knees on the floor in a tiny room in Vesh. A picture of her dead husband, the blueprints to a government building and a dagger are on the floor in front of her. She is sweating and shaking, and for a brief moment the horror of her vision overrides her anger. She scrambles back against the wall, pulling her knees up to her chin as she rocks quietly back and forth, crying.
Caerwyn’s head bolts upright from where he must have dozed off over his knitting. “A vision from most holy Corean!” he exclaims as he falls to his knees, the knitting needles still between his clutched hands. “Thank you!”
“What is up with you guys,” Deke scampers around the group looking agitated. Kenyan too is staring at the others. “You’ve been twitching and moaning for the past 5 minutes. We thought you were possessed by a demon or something. I was just about to kill you all. Luckily Brother Niall stopped me.” Deke tries to make a joke, but they can all see that he was really worried.
“I’ve been fighting bad dreams all my friggin’ life,” Marja sighs. She shudders to shake the vision away, but knows that those images will be with her until death. That thought causes another shudder. “Come on, Deke,” she says, mounting her horse and pulling the filcher up behind her. “Let’s head back to Treadle. Buy me a pitcher of ale and I’ll tell you all about it.”
“A pitcher or two would suit me just fine,” echoes Borin. He grabs his horse and is almost shocked to see the female elven hands that take the reins. Lucre stares up at Marja thinking that she’s about as tall mounted as she was in the vision, but doesn’t say anything about it. “Who were those other people, do you suppose?” Although Hooffall wasn’t a part of their vision, they all silently agree that getting away from it would somehow distance them from the grim glimpse of the future that only strong drink would pry from their lips.
Kel declines the journey. His soul is best put at ease through industry, helping Brother Niall begin to clean up the shrine. He promises to meet up with them in three days and gives a sullen wave as the others gallop away. If they hurry, they can reach Treadle by nightfall.