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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 6051695" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Holy War: Part 4 – The Thing(s) on the Roof</strong></p><p></p><p>The orange and yellow swirls took on more solid shapes, rising above the water in the center of the lake to form the edges of a giant circle. The dancing lights formed strange runes and shapes, twisting and turning with ferocious intensity. The center of the circle was pure darkness. </p><p></p><p>Archive pointed and Jim-Bean held on as the crane rumbled forward of its own accord. </p><p></p><p>"Uh, do you have a plan for getting through the wall?" asked Jim-Bean.</p><p></p><p>Archive shook his head, intensely concentrating on maintaining his connection to the massive machine.</p><p></p><p>"Then you might want to extend the crane."</p><p></p><p>Archive expressed his agreement by extending the crane beneath Hammer, who nearly lost his balance when it suddenly lengthened. It extended fully just as the treads hit the wall.</p><p></p><p>The crane pitched, hard. The arm swung wildly from the force as it came to an abrupt stop, slinging Hammer towards Lakeside Terrace likes a lacrosse player hurling a ball. He clung to the crane until it hit the peak of its parabolic arc and then let go, letting centrifugal force do the rest. For a heart-stopping moment he flailed in the gap between crane and building...and then he landed. </p><p></p><p>Hammer rolled and came up magical Glocks blazing on the five men standing on top of Lakeside Terrace, each at a different point an oddly shaped rune. At its center was Robert Hubert, AKA Belial. He held a book aloft, chanting furiously, his eyes on Hammer but unwilling to interrupt the summoning of his god.</p><p></p><p>Hubert's bodyguard, a huge African man in a black suit and fedora, moved to interrupt but whirled at a rhinoceros-worthy roar from behind him. Barreling out of the emergency stairwell was Y'golonac, the fat, slobbering Great Old One of perversion, its flabby toothed palms speaking for its headless mass.</p><p></p><p>"<span style="font-family: 'Impact'">GIVE-</span>" said one of Y'golonac's palms. </p><p></p><p>Hammer rolled as one cultist drew a pistol to fire at him. He retaliated by shooting him between the eyes.</p><p></p><p>"<span style="font-family: 'Impact'">US-</span>" said the other of Y'golonac's palms. </p><p></p><p>Hammer ducked behind a spinning air vent as bullets ricocheted near his head. </p><p></p><p>"<span style="font-family: 'Impact'">THE BOOK!</span>" Y'golonac's two palms shouted in unison. </p><p></p><p>The book! Hammer listened for the wet slapping of fat feet on pavement. The gunfire changed direction.</p><p></p><p>Beams of darkness shoot out from the circle with Hubert at its center, spreading out across the ground and enveloping the people standing there. Everything appeared to be twisting and writhing, coming in and out of focus. The buildings, and even the ground around them, writhed and pulsed, pushing and twisting into impossible shapes. Screams of agony arose from people around the lake.</p><p></p><p>The nearest group of people between Hammer and the dock were transformed. Their shapes were odd and distorted, and only vaguely human; faces and limbs drooped as if melted; strange protrusions sprouted from their bodies; some of their limbs withered or grew massively disproportionate to the rest of their bodies. Their screams resounded, as they were literally torn apart and then pieced back together into horrors beyond imagination. </p><p></p><p>Hammer ducked his head out just long enough to confirm what he was witnessing: a holy war. </p><p></p><p>Y'golonac engaged Glaaki's followers with fury. Oloni drew two long spikes from his suit and, wielding them like short swords, parrying the slobbering maws. The other cultists fired their shotguns and pistols into Y'golonac's unyielding bulk to no effect. </p><p></p><p>Hammer made his move. Pounding the pavement as hard as he could, he ran straight into the melee.</p><p></p><p>The cultists, focused on the headless terror, had forgotten about their unwelcome guest. They certainly didn't expect him to charge into the fracas.</p><p></p><p>He rolled and ducked Y'golonac's backhanded swipe. Oloni stabbed one of the mouths with a spike, and the teeth worried it like a dog. Hammer rolled beneath them and came face to face with Hubert. </p><p></p><p>Hammer fired one of the magical Glocks at point-blank range into Hubert's face. His magical shield protected him from the force, but his still human reaction caused him to flinch, which is all Hammer needed. Hammer snatched the book from Hubert's clutches with his free hand. And then he was off and running again. </p><p></p><p>Hubert shouted, clutching his face and pointing. Oloni, temporarily distracted, found both of Y'golonac's maws crunched down on his fists. Holding him up like a paper doll, Y'golonac tore him in half.</p><p></p><p>Hammer charged towards the edge of the building.</p><p></p><p>"He's not going to make it," said Jim-Bean with a sigh.</p><p></p><p>"Not without our help, anyway," said Archive. He whispered a chant.</p><p></p><p>"Stop him!" shouted Hubert, recovering. "He has the twelfth volume of--"</p><p></p><p>Then Archive shouted a spell and the roof collapsed beneath him.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 6051695, member: 3285"] [b]Holy War: Part 4 – The Thing(s) on the Roof[/b] The orange and yellow swirls took on more solid shapes, rising above the water in the center of the lake to form the edges of a giant circle. The dancing lights formed strange runes and shapes, twisting and turning with ferocious intensity. The center of the circle was pure darkness. Archive pointed and Jim-Bean held on as the crane rumbled forward of its own accord. "Uh, do you have a plan for getting through the wall?" asked Jim-Bean. Archive shook his head, intensely concentrating on maintaining his connection to the massive machine. "Then you might want to extend the crane." Archive expressed his agreement by extending the crane beneath Hammer, who nearly lost his balance when it suddenly lengthened. It extended fully just as the treads hit the wall. The crane pitched, hard. The arm swung wildly from the force as it came to an abrupt stop, slinging Hammer towards Lakeside Terrace likes a lacrosse player hurling a ball. He clung to the crane until it hit the peak of its parabolic arc and then let go, letting centrifugal force do the rest. For a heart-stopping moment he flailed in the gap between crane and building...and then he landed. Hammer rolled and came up magical Glocks blazing on the five men standing on top of Lakeside Terrace, each at a different point an oddly shaped rune. At its center was Robert Hubert, AKA Belial. He held a book aloft, chanting furiously, his eyes on Hammer but unwilling to interrupt the summoning of his god. Hubert's bodyguard, a huge African man in a black suit and fedora, moved to interrupt but whirled at a rhinoceros-worthy roar from behind him. Barreling out of the emergency stairwell was Y'golonac, the fat, slobbering Great Old One of perversion, its flabby toothed palms speaking for its headless mass. "[FONT="Impact"]GIVE-[/FONT]" said one of Y'golonac's palms. Hammer rolled as one cultist drew a pistol to fire at him. He retaliated by shooting him between the eyes. "[FONT="Impact"]US-[/FONT]" said the other of Y'golonac's palms. Hammer ducked behind a spinning air vent as bullets ricocheted near his head. "[FONT="Impact"]THE BOOK![/FONT]" Y'golonac's two palms shouted in unison. The book! Hammer listened for the wet slapping of fat feet on pavement. The gunfire changed direction. Beams of darkness shoot out from the circle with Hubert at its center, spreading out across the ground and enveloping the people standing there. Everything appeared to be twisting and writhing, coming in and out of focus. The buildings, and even the ground around them, writhed and pulsed, pushing and twisting into impossible shapes. Screams of agony arose from people around the lake. The nearest group of people between Hammer and the dock were transformed. Their shapes were odd and distorted, and only vaguely human; faces and limbs drooped as if melted; strange protrusions sprouted from their bodies; some of their limbs withered or grew massively disproportionate to the rest of their bodies. Their screams resounded, as they were literally torn apart and then pieced back together into horrors beyond imagination. Hammer ducked his head out just long enough to confirm what he was witnessing: a holy war. Y'golonac engaged Glaaki's followers with fury. Oloni drew two long spikes from his suit and, wielding them like short swords, parrying the slobbering maws. The other cultists fired their shotguns and pistols into Y'golonac's unyielding bulk to no effect. Hammer made his move. Pounding the pavement as hard as he could, he ran straight into the melee. The cultists, focused on the headless terror, had forgotten about their unwelcome guest. They certainly didn't expect him to charge into the fracas. He rolled and ducked Y'golonac's backhanded swipe. Oloni stabbed one of the mouths with a spike, and the teeth worried it like a dog. Hammer rolled beneath them and came face to face with Hubert. Hammer fired one of the magical Glocks at point-blank range into Hubert's face. His magical shield protected him from the force, but his still human reaction caused him to flinch, which is all Hammer needed. Hammer snatched the book from Hubert's clutches with his free hand. And then he was off and running again. Hubert shouted, clutching his face and pointing. Oloni, temporarily distracted, found both of Y'golonac's maws crunched down on his fists. Holding him up like a paper doll, Y'golonac tore him in half. Hammer charged towards the edge of the building. "He's not going to make it," said Jim-Bean with a sigh. "Not without our help, anyway," said Archive. He whispered a chant. "Stop him!" shouted Hubert, recovering. "He has the twelfth volume of--" Then Archive shouted a spell and the roof collapsed beneath him. [/QUOTE]
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