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Message: <blockquote data-quote="The Forsaken One" data-source="post: 142548" data-attributes="member: 799">And there it is <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" />It had been days now that the huge quake had hit the world of Oerth. The shocks could still be felt now and then as parts of the world erupted into a fountain of magma. Storms raged through the atmosphere, tempests swept over vast amounts of lands and Tsunamis terrorized the coastal areas.Vast masses of Oerths green and vibrant surface had been destroyed, caught in the mass fusion eruptions. Vulcanos where once peacefull dales lay.Vast seas were only recently desertlife dwelled.Desolate lands covered in ash and smoke that once were home to Oerths great forests.Oerths massive battlefields lay wasted, and most signs of the titanic battle lay buried beneath the ashes or turned to dust by a storm of fusing hydrogen. Millions upon millions lay dead upon those fields, those lands coloured red for years to come, soaked with the blood of those who valiantly gave their lives.But it was a battle in vain, a carnage never seen before, a massacre of tortured souls. A madness beyond comprehension, its remains tell of a tale from beyond this world. A demon and a devil laying over a broken piece of rock. Back to back, struggling for existance against a foe that turned the most ancient of hatreds into mutual necessity.A orc in some inhuman shape, half worm, half orc. Caught in the blast while morfing in the hope of a escape from the light that came for them all.A elf with a arrow in his chest while he lay over a mortally wounded dwarf, he took the hit for him, but in vain as the light came for them as well.A angel, drowned in a pool of reddish goo, still clinging to its slender sword, its grasp telling a tale of self sacrifise and despair.A dragon crashed into a massive wall, the reddish stuff still dripping of it. Clawmarks cover its body and a single hole in its left wing tells the rest of its tale.And between the destruction those left over tried to rally and attempt to comprehend what just happened. Dwarfs of Greyspace, elves of Delrune, Humans of Kevellond and gith take shelter together beneath the massive remains of what once was a Dragon.A slaad and a commander of the Union of Oerth bite down on a piece of meat…. Noone knows what it was from, while a lantern archon lights another fire to keep them warm in the coming night.On the fields of battle old hatreds seem forgotten as the few survivors kling to life and aid eachother in their survival.A Angel howers over the battlefield, a smile on it’s face while it weeps. Its hand clasps the hilt of its sword firmly as it looks at the skies raging with storms and energy. It feels a world, dying. It feels pain, sufering and despair.But there is also hope, love and the desire to live. Hatreds forgotten, care and hope take its place there in those few places. The angel weeps for its breathen are killed, the mortals taken by the light not from this world. And as around him the world reels in pain and as the reddish goo is being fed….. it feels hope, a tiny spark by one person. A lonely elvish girl, clasping her bow pushes a bush of her and as she stands up, cleans herself and looks around to the destruction and doesn’t despair. She looks, hopes, feels and yes she knows in her heart that there is a tomorrow. Oerth is still here and its light not extinquised, even if it were in a single elven girls heart.The Angel senses this single hope, this single love for a world, and it draws it sword. It points it to the skies and it feels its power. It knows again why, a single hope, a single life, a single love. It is enough to keep going. This new hope, this single new hope thrills the angel, a world in ruins, but a heart unscatched, a angel in tears. But this time not of sadness but of joy.The angel prays, and it look up from it’s prayer. It looks into the skies, a light shines down upon it and then it knows its work isn’t done. The angel clasps his sword and plummets down to earth, to find that hope, that love for this world. And it will savior that feeling. It will live for that feeling and it would give its life for it. And as the angel plummets towards destiny the elvish girl looks into the skies as she sees the light coming down from above.And she smiles.Great cracks cover most of what’s left of the western fields. When venturing down those cracks there lie several formians, their assault armor blown apart, scatched by hails of bullets. Their alien calls and shrieks ripped through the surface, impaling and ripping apart their foes, but the great force that swept across Oerth also came down for them, and even their mighty armor and carapace had no easy time against the onslaught that followed them below. But it was all in vain as the light came for them, as it come for everyone.And as the few formians lay dead, their song gone with the wind……  A carefull listening ear hears the screeches, the shrieks. Calling, crying from the deep they pierce the darkness from below. (Secret like Edena said, no IC info follows)<<Buried I would have been if I hadn’t finished the work in time. I completed the work in time, merged with us it has. I can feel it, it is a part of me now. It made me know what I could do, it made me aware of what I was capable of, it made me create it.>><<Without it becoming a part of me I wouldn’t have been able to save my body, it would have been crushed under tons of rock. But a part of me it is now. I reacted with lightning speed with its power. It is mine now, mine to wield as it’s a part of me now. Assimilated into my body.>>Vaeregoth stands on top of a great piramide. Reaching up for hunderds of feet as its peak reaches for the cealing of the cavern. Atop of the greatest of hives she stands, atop a massive construction of living matter. A piramide contructed of living matter, it lives it senses, it wasn’t build, it was grown.She stands at a construction, a construction glowing with power. It is a piece of her now. Hewards mystical organ took its place in the hive body. The hive needed a heart to empower its new needs. And now the new heart was assimilated into the hive and its power fueled the hives research and desires.Vaeregoth looked around her and as she looked around as far as she could see in the twilight of the cavern there were dozens of hives piercing the twilight. Spires standing in between, alien in nature but hideously beautifull to behold. As she glanced over her work, over her body she knew it was almost complete. Down there beneath the endless hatcheries, spawning pools, dens, spires and chambers her children lay, her hands, her senses, her eyes and her instruments.New organs of the hive body were grown as new buildings/organs erupted from their ventral sacks and sprayed a rain of purple goo on all around it. Eggs hatched and fully grown formians came crawling out of them. Plunging into the vast layer of purple gooish creep that covered the whole hivecluster to strengthen and to feed. To wait for its task at hand. To wait to fullfill its part in the body it was born to serve. To live for the swarm, to die for the swarm.Vaeregoth glared over her body, her mind sensing everything in her whole hive body, sensing everything her children did. She felt her hive body brimming with energy as new organs were grown, new children hatched, new tunnels discovered and new progress was made. But as she was looking a purple light erupted in partions of the hive cluster and as the light intensified and pierced the twighlight in the massive cavern, the sounds of screams came up. Unseelie came raging out of there chambers and out of their research mounds. The went burning a purple flame straight up into the cavern. Vaeregoth could sense its power, but what was happening? Unseelie everywhere glowing with a purple radiance seemed to calm down. They flew restlessly around the hive cluster radiating great energies.Vaeregoth summoned, and they came. The unseelie flocked around the great hive and she linked with them, she reached out over the world with the power of the mystical organ fed by the energy of the unseelie. She glanced over the world and she understood. She knew what happened and what fed this uncomprehendable power to these Unseelie. It was exactly what she needed. Forging with a great hammer of ectoplasm, illuminated by the purple radiance of thousands of unseelie and fueled with their power she found the strengh to bind the primal forces that she collected before her.She bound the forces into one, she hit the final stroke and it was done. The power bound into one crystal, the crystal socketed into a great diadem. The shard in the diadem radiated a eerie multicoloured light as the forces within raged, fueling diadem with it’s power. The diadem turned teal as the energy empowered and activated the dreamstuff of which it was forged. Cataclism in a shard, emotion fed it, sadness from a grieving soul, literally bound by dreams.As Vaeregoth lifted the diadem, the Unseelie started to chant. The sang a song of energy, of radiance, or the forests above. As their energy, channelled by their chanting manifested itself on the diadem. As the unseelie projected their power on it and as the seed inside the shard awoke by it it was done, finished.Radiating purple light and raining a multitude of colours upon its surroundings the diadem, firmly grasped in Vaeregoth hand was finished.And as a couple of unseelie placed the diadem on her head the power was sensed thoughout the hive body. Vaeregoth was complete. The focal point of the hives power had been completed.As the diadem fitted perfectly on her head and as it grafted itself to her carapace she was content. Her work was done, now she could begin, now she could create her own dreams. Geestesstorm was born, the diadem of dreams, the shard of sadness.And as the air surrounding the Queen started to crackle and small shards of white ectoplasm and crackles of blue lightning swirled around the central hive the time had come.The tunnels glow with purple light, sounds of rapidly moving things can be heard as the sound of metal against the rock echos through the vast tunnels and caverns of the underdark.Shrieks and screeches pierce the darkness once again as the formians are stirred awake. The horrifying sounds pierce the silence of the caverns but a new song is sang, combined with a new voice, the eery shrieks bound together by a clear Seelie voice form a new song, it’s strange music echos through the tunnels now as the swarms are stirred awake. A single thought echos through the minds of those who lay below, hidden, almost forgotten.<<Made us, for the Swarm.>>(The funny small ant with large ambitions just lost its humor. And just keep dreaming they tell me for 5.5 turns. I’m gonna make some people eat those words.)</blockquote>

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