Xholankha surveyed the scene around him, one one side a lush verdant forest lively with various creatures dashing through the forest and killing each other in a tranquil way, on the other side a mile or two away was a beach; its sands pale and fragile caressed by the gentle, pallid, blue waters of lustria. A mile offshore there was a large fleet of ramshackle ships hewn from bits of wood and stone and metal, each carrying a cargo of snarling greenskins or a large nondescript creature.
with a calm intake of breath, he began to weave his hands and make beautiful ornate staff of pure star-metal (a very rare and higly sought metal used in staffs to boost the power of the enchantements and spells laid down by it.) at the top was a ball of changing colours;Crimson, violet and turquoise swirled inside with an occasional flash of green.
with a flick of his hand he sent A bolt of crackling power towards the nearest ship, it hit the left side, leaving a burning scorch mark across it, erecting screams of brutish agony as flaming goblins jumped out, their skin and muscle sloughing of their bones in steamy lumps; hissing as they hit the tropical waters of lustria.
With a shout Xholankha let loose raking syllable that seemingly did nothing.
"ԀѦѦҬӉҠГѦ......."
after a few moments the few goblins that had not died of the deathly heat were soon screaming in terror as a large creature erupted from the surface and bore down on the survivors with bestial hunger, soon there was a little red trail in the water where entrails and one foot floated, followed by more body parts as the creature moved away and out of site.
"WAAAAGGGGHHHHH!"
turning round to his left, he saw a large attempt-at-a-galleon land on the beach and disgorge a load of very large and muscly orks.
with a look of concentration(hard to spot on an ethereal), Xholankha drew his arms up and then thrust his arms forward, this caused a hail of amber shards to rain from his hands spearing the Orcs like a vegetarian kebab, one made it through unscathed and charged at him with a crude sword held in a two handed grip. With a snap of his fingers, the ork exploded in a shower of gristle and bone, decorating the sands with a red and black mist; casually he caught a flying eye mid-air and tossed it into the ocean, which was recieved by a red striped silver snatcher, a fish famed for its ability to strip a man to the bone in 5 seconds.
what followed next was terrifying.
the three largest ships of the fleet landed and what came out, was something never seen in lustria before, it was a humungous red blob with a mouth and two small red stubby legs, and six small greedy eyes. Behind it was an amssing army of huge orcs; the elites of the thuggish society: Black orcs, their armour was thick and heavy set and they each wielded a forged and wickedly sharp battle axe, inscribed with crude rudimentary glyph's.
"GET 'IM GNASHA" hooted a small trio of grinning goblins'
with a resounding roar, the creature bounded over to Xholankha, dripping gallons of slobber everywhere, it lunged; its maw of sword-like teeth covered in a weird yellow film opened wide.
"DOWN IN WUN' "
"DOWN IN WUN' "
"DOWN IN WUN' " chanted the tribe
CRUNCHHH!!
the titan of a squig stood stock still.
"Oi', wots' goin' on 'ere lads" complained a goblin handler.
his question was answered as the squig imploded and sprayed the horde in bits of rubbery flesh and greenish filth. Standing on the other side was a huge figure;7-8ft in height and completely made of clay, it looked like a fen-beast only taller and instead of two malicious slit's-for-eyes, this thing had two round golden eyes glowing faintly, its fist was covered in the little brain matter that the creature had.
"glad you joined me Dorfl, it is pretty boring waiting outside, i must admit" commented Xholankha.
this was returned with a curt nod, as it retracted its hand dislodging small wet lumps of grey stuff spatteres with black blood.
There was a moment of complete silence; the calming before the storm.
"GET 'EM LADSH, CRUSH DIS WALKING POT AND STOMP 'DISH GLOW-STICK TA NUFIN', DEY' KILLED MOI PET." bellowed an ork kitted out in what looked like light blue armour with two overlapping bright yellow stripes.
behind them were two giants, each wielding two huge mammoth bones with large nails hastily hammered into them.
"Ok, dorfl ill take care of the giants and larger ones, i want you to eradicate the little ones,alright?" requested Xholankha
this was received with a judging look.
"All by yourself?, well that is a little hard, i'll get some assisstance." replied Xholankha.
and with that he made a circle with his hands and a shimmering portal opened wide. with a quick gesture into the portal, a large regiment of saurus poured out of it, all garbed in full star-metal armour, formed a large phalanx with dorfl at the front.
with a delicate movement, Xholankha created small ball of light in his hands and waited until it had formed a small golden circle with a milky ball in the center of it.
"м๏яקђ๏ קяเмэяµร" he wispered.
*click*
nothing moved, nothing at all, everything had frozen inplace, everything except for Xholankha.
"damn, gotta love Tzunki, he makes some great stuff; the morphus, so useful it stops time but not you, sooo where should i go, here, ooo no, here maybe?......hmmm no, Ahh! here we go, such a pity i cant touch anything, if he had figured out how to make us be able to move things without getting atomically split, it would be perfect, another flaw i must complain about with another device of his. Oh well here we go!" said Xholankha. gently pressing the orb in the middle.
Time resumed
the first thing that happened was one of the giants let out a roar of pain as its achilles tendon was slashed open, spoputing blood and shards of bone.
"BERK SMASH!" howled the giant, trying to crush the glowy thing holding a pristine, decorated spear.
making a quick leap, he anchored himself to the giant's belt. Digging in his spear; Xholankha danced around on the belt pulling the spear round like a knife cutting its way through a loin of meat, with a grating halt, he yanked it out and hovered to just behind the giant; narrowly missing an ambitious swipe from the other that hit the back of 'Berk'.
This caused the giant's stomach to open up like a red ravine and spill the innards like a long waterfall of entrails and internal liquids onto the sandy floor.
With an angry roar, the other giant went to charge the floating murderer of its brother, but failed heroically by getting lassoed by his deceased brothers guts. With a colossal boom the giant fell flat on its back and lay there groaning.
with a word ushered from Xholankha's mouth, roots burst through the sand and wrapped themselves around the limbs of the fallen giant.
"where is your leader" he said coldly
"ZOG OFF, IM GONNA' EAT YOU, GET IN MA BELLY" bawled the giant.
"fine" shrugged Xholankha
he hovered away from the giants head and twisted the spear, slowly but surely the head of the spear grew three points, not dissimilar too a drill.
"WAIT, WAIT I TALK" with a hint of terror.
ignoring the pleas, he let go of the spear and let it drift up and aimed it over the giants exposed forehead.
"WAIT, 'DEY PROMISED BOOZE AND GOLD, I GOT TA FEED MYSELF" wailed the giant.
with a look of icy calm, the old one began to rotate his hands clock wise, and so did the spear, until it was a spinning drill of death. With a calm motion he lowered his hands, and so the spear lowered.
The dpear hit the head of the giant slowly, chewing away the muscle and flesh that protected the skull, soon after the giant was screaming in agony so loud it caused all the goblins, in the surrounding area to explode into a sticky red mess that covered their now empty robes.
The spear progressed deeper, beginning to blow bits of brain through the hole in the skull.
The spear stopped….
Walking onto the neck of the giant, Xholankha extracted the spear with a rictus ethereal grin.
There was not much left now, the orks were being decimated everywhere, the rest of the fleet had been devoured by the sea monster and what was left was a large group of orks with the leader at the center.
An ork ran towards the old one, there was a wet crunch as it fell in half from jaw to groin. Two more followed it getting skewered or stabbed through the upper abdomen, soon enough the boss was the last one standing surrounded by a wall of star metal with a bit of clay in it.
“OO’s GONNA FIGHT, BORKBORK DA BUTCHER, DA GREATEST BOSS IN DA WORL-“ began the ork warboss.
He was cut short by the lack of a neck or head for that matter, the upper part of his neck was now in the hands of the old one.
With a gesture he re-opened the portal and signalled for the desert-coloured saurus to go through. With a small ‘shhhp’ it closed leaving the old one and the clay demi-god there.
“Come Dorfl, we must inform the council of the battle” exclaimed Xholankha.
With a swift turn, they set off towards the temple complex, leaving bloodied footprints as they walked.
Really good stuff that!
