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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Lazybones" data-source="post: 2646221" data-attributes="member: 143">Chapter 468A massive arm at least six feet thick and thirty feet long detached from the amorphous mass of the Terror and descended toward the stunned adventurers.  Gaera shrieked in fright, but Lok grabbed her and rolled, hurling the cleric free as he himself twisted out of the path of the huge hammer-shaped fist that smashed into the ground where they’d been lying.  The impact shook the cavern, and both Lok and Gaera were knocked roughly back by the concussive force of the blow, shards of stone zinging off of their armor.  Mole, of course, was well away, darting back into a crevice in the wall about ten feet away, wondering just what in the heck she could do against such a… monstrosity. Ignoring the smarting pains already starting in his limbs from being battered about, Lok pulled himself up and rushed at the Terror, uttering a deep-throated cry to meet the rumbling potency of the elemental monster.  The genasi barely kept his feet as he rushed into the surging, uneven mass of stone around its lower body, but he came close enough to drive his axe into the broad expanse of the wave.  The metal sang oddly as it clove the stone, and rather than shatter the liquid rock into fragments, as might be expected, the stone tore, opening bloodless gashes like meat carved by a butcher.  But despite the strength and fury of the genasi’s assault, the effects were like an assault upon a great ancient oak by a child wielding a kitchen knife.  The Terror was just so huge that there seemed no way that Lok could do enough damage to hinder it. Even so, Lok’s attack seemed to have gotten its attention.  Twin arms of rock descended upon Lok like battering rams, clearly meant to simply smash him to a pulp.  The genasi glanced up and saw death coming, and shifted into a defensive position, his heavy shield coming up, his body tensing to withstand impacts that could have pierced a castle wall.  There was a woman’s cry, but whether it came from Gaera or Mole he could not tell; everything was the rumbling and then the pain that drove through even his nearly indestructible adamantine shell and the only slightly less hard flesh and muscle beneath. No mere man could have survived those twin blows.  And yet when the terrible fists, each almost twice the size of the warrior’s entire body, drew back, Lok rose to his feet and charged again, that axe of his cleaving through the Terror once more, opening gashes several feet long, hewing at it with an almost fatalist fury.  He’s stood against an inexorable force and fought on, but it was obvious that even Lok could not take much more of the creature’s might and live. But the genasi did not stand alone, and his companions now came to his aid.  An electrically-charged bolt shot up into the creature’s “head”, but Mole’s shot merely vanished against its bulk, less significant even than a mosquito’s annoying bite.  Gaera came forward toward Lok, enveloped in a white glow of divine power.  The Terror brought down a long arm that would have crushed her into gory ooze had it connected.  The priestess cried out and threw herself desperately forward, even so taking a glancing hit across her back that knocked her sprawling.  With Lok hewing at it with desperate ferocity the injured cleric drew herself up and staggered close enough to touch its “body,” unleashing her dispel evil spell against it.  The spell was potent, and the Terror was certainly evil, but the entity’s ancient malevolence was far greater than the priestess’s magic.  The surge of light vanished into the Terror’s monstrous form, and Gaera drew only violence as a response as the body of the creature seemed to rear up before her, the cavern floor rising up like a rug that was lifted up and snapped to dislodge dust.  The power of the surge sent both Gaera and Lok flying across the room toward the entry, as though the two armored dwarves were insignificant ants.  And then, as they reached the apogee of their arc and started to fall, the Terror slammed a fist down into Lok in mid-air, driving him down twenty feet into the ground with enough force to crack the stone.</blockquote>

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