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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 6027259" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Live Evil: Part 5 – The Fool on the Hill</strong></p><p></p><p>A gently winding road led up Givenny Hill for approximately half-a-mile at a fairly steep angle. The villagers made surprisingly good time up the hill, sobering up. </p><p></p><p>The top of the hill was deserted and in darkness. From that height the countryside could be viewed for miles around. Nestled immediately at the foot of the hill was the village of Llangorse, a few sparse lights the only sign of its presence. </p><p></p><p>Coming up the hill the torches in the winding column of villagers were visible. To the west, Llangorse Lake stretched out into the darkness, the weak moonlight reflected off the surface and gave it a curious grey tint – it appeared like a thin sheet of grey silk stretched between the hills. </p><p></p><p>The lake itself was interrupted by several small heavily wooded islands rising out of the water like blackened pimples. The hilltop itself was bare and covered in short grass. </p><p></p><p>A gigantic wicker behemoth stood at the very highest point of the hill. Some thirty feet tall, its feet surrounded by piles of firewood and kindling, it reinforced how insignificant and puny man was. It rose up into the darkness, seemingly built by the hands of giants and not mortal men.</p><p></p><p>The villagers spread out and formed a circle around the statue. Pritchard started putting on some black robes that he produced from a rucksack. </p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean was just shy of pulling his guns out. "Wait. Did he really just put on cultist robes?"</p><p></p><p>Pritchard, masked and robed, strode forward to address the crowd. His voice was surprisingly low. </p><p></p><p>“Brethren”, he said, “tonight marks the final triumph. We have gathered here every year for decades, and our fathers before that, and our forefathers before that. We have fought the infidels and their foreign idols, and we have triumphed!” </p><p></p><p>His voice grew louder. “But brothers and sisters – we have a new threat. You all know of whom we speak, and the Lord of the Labyrinth is not pleased. Therefore another sacrifice is required. Behold!”</p><p></p><p>He reached up and pulled down Jones from the horse. Strong hands from behind seized him and several burly villagers wearing capes and garlands brought him forward and held him in front of Pritchard.</p><p></p><p>Pritchard spoke again. “Ah brother Daffyd…for too long you have refused to join us, instead seeking comfort in the solace of the bottle. But no longer. My gift to you is revealed.”</p><p></p><p>There was a strange retching noise, as Pritchard bent over double and stumbled. Even in the weak moonlight, glistening arcs of a steaming black liquid emerge from his body. He collapsed with a curious gurgling noise. </p><p></p><p>It was answered by a piercing scream as Pritchard's cloak ruffled, as if there was a wind, and several white spider-like creatures emerged from beneath it.</p><p></p><p>"That's it!" Jim-Bean threw back his overcoat to reveal his firearm. "I'm torching this place!" </p><p></p><p>The spiders swarmed over Pritchard for a moment, and then leaped towards Jones, still held fast. They clamber up his body. He let out a scream as they burrowed their way into his face, their tiny repulsive white limbs forcing apart his mouth. </p><p></p><p>A red hole appeared in his forehead as Hammer put Daffyd out of his misery. </p><p></p><p>Daffyd collapsed to his knees for a moment…then gradually stood up.</p><p></p><p>Daffyd spoke in a very different voice than his usual drunken slur. Strong and commanding, he shouted with the strength of a man unburdened by years of alcohol abuse.</p><p></p><p>“The time is at hand! The Shambler below demands obedience. Time for the ceremony to begin!” he said with a flourish. </p><p></p><p>With that signal, there was an orgasmic moan from all the assembled villagers. They converged on Hammer and Jim-Bean.</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean levitated both of them up into the night sky. "Cornwell," he telepathically transmitted, "if you've got some grenades, now would be a great time to use them!"</p><p></p><p>"No, wait—" shouted Hammer, helpless in the grip of Jim-Bean's telekinesis. </p><p></p><p>FOONT! A grenade struck the base of the wicker man. The wicker statue lit up almost immediately, sending a torrent of flames into the night sky. As if in response, the sky itself seemed to catch fire. Several large shooting stars suddenly passed overhead, and headed over the lake. Stunningly, a series of motes of light rose from an island in the middle of the lake and rise up into the night sky. Somehow, they met the shooting stars and there was an almighty flash and a loud bang.</p><p></p><p>The mob let out a low roar as they surged towards the source of the grenade. Archive stood before them, arm outstretched, chanting. The end result was a white hot column of flame that shrieked downwards, instantly incinerating several villagers and setting fire to others nearby. </p><p></p><p>FOONT! Another grenade from Cornwell blew up a piece of the countryside. The burning wicker man threatened to topple. </p><p></p><p>"You want your sacrifice?" snarled Jim-Bean, eyes flickering from the bonfire. "Here it is!" He pointed at the burning statue and the blazing head detached. It bounced and rolled down the hill, crushing some villagers and igniting still more.</p><p></p><p>"Put me down!" shouted Hammer. "I see something we can use!"</p><p></p><p>The mob reorganized itself, spreading out to attack the area where Archive and Cornwell were holed up. Jim-Bean tossed Hammer near a farmhouse. He landed on a haystack in its loft…</p><p></p><p>…and left driving a thresher. The thresher smashed through the double doors and kept going. Villagers dove out of the way. </p><p></p><p>"Where's Daffyd?" Hammer thought into the mindlink that connected the agents and Cornwell. "We've got to take out the leader!"</p><p></p><p>"They're done," said Jim-Bean. "The villagers are running for the hills." </p><p></p><p>"Andrews?" asked Cornwell, involuntarily shouting his thoughts to the others. "It's John Andrews, one of the camera crew!"</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean landed next to Cornwell, who was comforting the panicked man. "Should I shoot him now or later?"</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 6027259, member: 3285"] [b]Live Evil: Part 5 – The Fool on the Hill[/b] A gently winding road led up Givenny Hill for approximately half-a-mile at a fairly steep angle. The villagers made surprisingly good time up the hill, sobering up. The top of the hill was deserted and in darkness. From that height the countryside could be viewed for miles around. Nestled immediately at the foot of the hill was the village of Llangorse, a few sparse lights the only sign of its presence. Coming up the hill the torches in the winding column of villagers were visible. To the west, Llangorse Lake stretched out into the darkness, the weak moonlight reflected off the surface and gave it a curious grey tint – it appeared like a thin sheet of grey silk stretched between the hills. The lake itself was interrupted by several small heavily wooded islands rising out of the water like blackened pimples. The hilltop itself was bare and covered in short grass. A gigantic wicker behemoth stood at the very highest point of the hill. Some thirty feet tall, its feet surrounded by piles of firewood and kindling, it reinforced how insignificant and puny man was. It rose up into the darkness, seemingly built by the hands of giants and not mortal men. The villagers spread out and formed a circle around the statue. Pritchard started putting on some black robes that he produced from a rucksack. Jim-Bean was just shy of pulling his guns out. "Wait. Did he really just put on cultist robes?" Pritchard, masked and robed, strode forward to address the crowd. His voice was surprisingly low. “Brethren”, he said, “tonight marks the final triumph. We have gathered here every year for decades, and our fathers before that, and our forefathers before that. We have fought the infidels and their foreign idols, and we have triumphed!” His voice grew louder. “But brothers and sisters – we have a new threat. You all know of whom we speak, and the Lord of the Labyrinth is not pleased. Therefore another sacrifice is required. Behold!” He reached up and pulled down Jones from the horse. Strong hands from behind seized him and several burly villagers wearing capes and garlands brought him forward and held him in front of Pritchard. Pritchard spoke again. “Ah brother Daffyd…for too long you have refused to join us, instead seeking comfort in the solace of the bottle. But no longer. My gift to you is revealed.” There was a strange retching noise, as Pritchard bent over double and stumbled. Even in the weak moonlight, glistening arcs of a steaming black liquid emerge from his body. He collapsed with a curious gurgling noise. It was answered by a piercing scream as Pritchard's cloak ruffled, as if there was a wind, and several white spider-like creatures emerged from beneath it. "That's it!" Jim-Bean threw back his overcoat to reveal his firearm. "I'm torching this place!" The spiders swarmed over Pritchard for a moment, and then leaped towards Jones, still held fast. They clamber up his body. He let out a scream as they burrowed their way into his face, their tiny repulsive white limbs forcing apart his mouth. A red hole appeared in his forehead as Hammer put Daffyd out of his misery. Daffyd collapsed to his knees for a moment…then gradually stood up. Daffyd spoke in a very different voice than his usual drunken slur. Strong and commanding, he shouted with the strength of a man unburdened by years of alcohol abuse. “The time is at hand! The Shambler below demands obedience. Time for the ceremony to begin!” he said with a flourish. With that signal, there was an orgasmic moan from all the assembled villagers. They converged on Hammer and Jim-Bean. Jim-Bean levitated both of them up into the night sky. "Cornwell," he telepathically transmitted, "if you've got some grenades, now would be a great time to use them!" "No, wait—" shouted Hammer, helpless in the grip of Jim-Bean's telekinesis. FOONT! A grenade struck the base of the wicker man. The wicker statue lit up almost immediately, sending a torrent of flames into the night sky. As if in response, the sky itself seemed to catch fire. Several large shooting stars suddenly passed overhead, and headed over the lake. Stunningly, a series of motes of light rose from an island in the middle of the lake and rise up into the night sky. Somehow, they met the shooting stars and there was an almighty flash and a loud bang. The mob let out a low roar as they surged towards the source of the grenade. Archive stood before them, arm outstretched, chanting. The end result was a white hot column of flame that shrieked downwards, instantly incinerating several villagers and setting fire to others nearby. FOONT! Another grenade from Cornwell blew up a piece of the countryside. The burning wicker man threatened to topple. "You want your sacrifice?" snarled Jim-Bean, eyes flickering from the bonfire. "Here it is!" He pointed at the burning statue and the blazing head detached. It bounced and rolled down the hill, crushing some villagers and igniting still more. "Put me down!" shouted Hammer. "I see something we can use!" The mob reorganized itself, spreading out to attack the area where Archive and Cornwell were holed up. Jim-Bean tossed Hammer near a farmhouse. He landed on a haystack in its loft… …and left driving a thresher. The thresher smashed through the double doors and kept going. Villagers dove out of the way. "Where's Daffyd?" Hammer thought into the mindlink that connected the agents and Cornwell. "We've got to take out the leader!" "They're done," said Jim-Bean. "The villagers are running for the hills." "Andrews?" asked Cornwell, involuntarily shouting his thoughts to the others. "It's John Andrews, one of the camera crew!" Jim-Bean landed next to Cornwell, who was comforting the panicked man. "Should I shoot him now or later?" [/QUOTE]
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