Post by littlekreen on Aug 25, 2018 20:52:30 GMT -6
Deep within Tech Duinn lie a place from which nothing was to ever escape or even venture near. Still some black souls smelling twinges of power or curious Sidhe both have done so much to their detriment. The dust and rock accreted around the prison built to restrain small apocalypse instigated by mankind. Though the cultist's plans had long since failed so too had the ones who aimed to undo that work. Instead the wall remained to keep in a whirling clockwork who's name was now erased from time along with the cultists that once were. The subtle ken of keen seers named it simply cloc donn by its nebulous proximity to the underworld. Wards numerous laid deep and densely to keep it from explicit notice though some wanderers still came upon it from time to time as the underworld shifts atop it.
Time had moved on, covered a prison then forgot of it, but the prison inside moved on as sorties failed. Again and again proving its destructive power no less abated and rent them to an ignoble end among the gears. Thus it was soon left to dust the clockwork proving uninterested in testing its bonds. Though nature abhors a void as in time life spawned inside of that blasted space instead. Though the life without it an enemy the new creature lived into toleration of the black storm's ticking gears. Hairworms short-lived creatures had called them had eaten of brass and found in it their fire of all nature. So they grew among its ticking born to a place where light and dark had failed. Made of man and their inquisitive nature raced by progressive touch of gears from youthful species into sapience. Their progenitors long since dead the necropolis of bombastic propaganda left behind them. The words taking shape in larger collectives examining the strange patterns they heard within the clock of their eternal clock of spark, mind, and void. As one collective made final turn of its form the words came to them and rose it above all others. Though animals of hairworm still existed. Its name the intruders called out as Myrkul's Vein and in more veiled tongues He-Who-Walks-Without.
Though the prison piously attended to itself small cracks among the immensity of its prison wall came with the ages. Though all sealed in time Myrkul diligently observed as much of its prison wall as that life could muster the effort. The need to see and communicate with the humankind that created it. A crack was all it required to chip a hole through its prison. One tooth hold of inner flesh among the mythic wall to grind against. With wisdom came an understanding of its sun's hostility. That it must not touch the world though the collective venderated humankind's powerful need to explore and suffer no bonds of Aetherkind. Then a chunk too small for the machine to take notice of it fractured from the wall. A collective once-life was made of small creatures in a small servitor patrolling the boundaries. The black storm parted as the titan worm willed a mountainous thunderhead of gears and roiling void fluid to move aside. Suffered for nothing in its path pounding a temple spinning among the gyres into dust. Clatters of metal and rage tore objects apart a mountain racing for yet another vulnerability closing soon. The sparking stone-flesh closed its wards in the distance.
The void lit in a mountain's desperate emission of firy wrath the volcano pouring light and fire at the dark. The beam aimed well and true to hold the wards open. So many times it had failed and the wards held. This time the malestrom-thunderhead of pure destruction at the end of that luminous beam found its mark. The wards failed. The titan worm gazed at screaming wards among its prison for the first time having to put many carefully laid plans in motion. Time and focus something the collective had in abundance. As servitors landed at gleaming wardstone trying to grow back gleaming green sparks disintegrated and pushed the geodes back. It had no sense of time simply serving diligently as every servitor and ounce of power in its now weakened wellspring dedicated to chipping away. Whether it took a thousand years or a few months among the world hordes of spark-eyed humanoids in honor of the fallen worked tirelessly.
As the last stone fell at the end of an anchor-studded tunnel it revealed true earth and plans for new horizons. Grey spark eyes turned in unison to pour in haste to the fore of the tunnel though wet and dark as it was. The whole of myrkul gaining an intense curiosity of a world the servitors were not born in. A hand poured through the small hole in leathery funerary robes to gingerly scrub against a stalagmite. The sacred land belonging to their progenitors, humankind, extending everywhere past their small corner of the universe. That the Aetherkind would disagree Myrkul had considered. Its decision to find humankind and establish a place from which to seek for a Living Emperor among them. He would decide the Dicta if Aetherkind must die as the necropolis implied but did not demand of the machine. Thus not of them either.
The egress shook as the titan-collective turned to the storm seeing that its eternal machine ticked along as it ever had. Either ignorant of the egress and their triumph or simply holding no pressing interest. The four swirling suns of light shook back as it concordance determined to go forward. Servitors tided from a mountain of matte plates new shores of their prison looking at the plain stone studded with wards of every high description. Though the magic inscribed there tried it proved fully unable to dissuade its native denizens that their home did not exist. A dolmen translocator quickly began construction on the outside of their prison. Monstrous defenders met their end in a matching minute hunger crawling in their flesh from all corners. Not humankind and threats to it. Just resources to be harvested.
They knew not of where they would reach so the dolmen would reach wild. Myrkul threw tendrils of its will across the planes the immense psion looking for human minds. There was some tenuous cloth separating it from the human world it could tell that but knew not of it. It carefully fished through the deeps of that veil. Though brushing by some unfit, tainted, others were nonhuman its tendril shooting away with haste. Then it found one quivering in terror the thoughts small and crude but dreaming of aetherkind nearby with sword and wrath. A clear humankind leader and their queen in their mind with mottled green and brown armor pleading for defense to come. The tendril thrashed hard across the structure looking for a place upon which to anchor. It found a small room of mostly stone with an aperture within. Deep beneath it a clear and unique marking. The dolmen anchor pulled set as four spark eyes poured into a closet from a trundling hole gouting black motes. Its Jinhai servitor found itself in the dark again but the creatures hardly needed any light to perceive the world.
A small girl huddled under her bed as the walls shook and rattled and even more terrified than from the screaming in the other room. Dad shouted as some man broke down the door and bad words then after things broke outside her room hadn't said anything more. She wanted dad to save her from the bad man. Then the door creaked open but not her room. There were bad men in her closet too? The leathery boots entered the room but the legs moved funny. Like it didn't have any bones. Somebody ate dad's bones and they were coming for hers too! She hugged her stuffed giraffe with a loose eye close and tried not to scream but the tears still came out.
The four eyed bone sucker came to the side of her bed then slammed its head sideways its voice a dusty rasp in her head drowned out by pure terror, "Humankind, we are free. Where are we?"
Her piercing scream didn't stop as the bone-sucker bent its upside down head in response.
The Jinhai had deep confusion of the humankind's response the Overbeing fared little better. Was there a threat of some kind? It was bent in a U shape to see under the tree and plant flesh object. The robe with little more than a faded approximation of a human face just looked at her. Then another humankind presented itself by damaging the door. It fractured in two at the metal in its frame the Jinhai considered it a waste of resources. It had a metal sword in its hand and an unidentifiable metal one in its other. Its senses named the humankind rightly however its meaningless rantings full of insults and invectives contained no information of note. Another sense named it tainted by blood and the mind unfit. The small humankind then spoke loudly from the floor. The torso torqued backward to look at her a boneless spiral of motes that warp the surface in place.
The noise took a moment for its very minimal contact with the small humankind to rectify as an object was inserted into its torso, "HELP ME! MAKE THEM STOP! DAD!"
Spark eyes turned around to stare directly at the tainted as the Jinhai felt its visage take form from waning taint while hurling more invectives among a waning willpower. The tainted had stuck a weapon through its surface however where a local concordance decided to hold onto the arm until the whole decided what to do. The tainted's displeasure was decided irrelevant to obeying the small humankind's request. A robe sleeve with no arm inside but a leather glove reached for the loud tainted's shoulder. A metal object clattered away as the concordance chewed. The spirit of the tainted slowly dismantled as it said more invectives loudly. The Jinhai considered the inorganic things now floating inside it among vanishing flesh and bone as something interesting to look at later. Now a taller by added volume it curved at a sharper angle to see the small humankind with gleaming water on their face. It could tell the eyes were looking at arcs of dematerialization points causing flashes green light inside as the concordance processed the tainted body. She said nothing at first but it waited patiently to see if the humankind wanted anything else. A gloved hand rippled the outer extends of its torso as it removed a small conical object with a spring and ink inside. Metal objects ejected from its surface uninteresting things once holding the tainted's back together.
The bone sucker ate the bad man. Was it a good bone sucker? She saw it playing with a pen and one of its four lighter-swirly-eyes looking just floated over her direction after a while. Standing up and hugging her giraffe she stepped sideways and the bone sucker turned too. She stepped a little further and it spun a little more. Just wanting to find dad with her giraffe held tight she ran around the bone-sucker who didn't follow as she stopped at the door. It just turned away, pulled open the closet, and left. There were sirens outside as she found her dad face up in a broken living room table. Side eyes look back to her room, too terrified to speak, shaking her dad who began to stir.
Time had moved on, covered a prison then forgot of it, but the prison inside moved on as sorties failed. Again and again proving its destructive power no less abated and rent them to an ignoble end among the gears. Thus it was soon left to dust the clockwork proving uninterested in testing its bonds. Though nature abhors a void as in time life spawned inside of that blasted space instead. Though the life without it an enemy the new creature lived into toleration of the black storm's ticking gears. Hairworms short-lived creatures had called them had eaten of brass and found in it their fire of all nature. So they grew among its ticking born to a place where light and dark had failed. Made of man and their inquisitive nature raced by progressive touch of gears from youthful species into sapience. Their progenitors long since dead the necropolis of bombastic propaganda left behind them. The words taking shape in larger collectives examining the strange patterns they heard within the clock of their eternal clock of spark, mind, and void. As one collective made final turn of its form the words came to them and rose it above all others. Though animals of hairworm still existed. Its name the intruders called out as Myrkul's Vein and in more veiled tongues He-Who-Walks-Without.
Though the prison piously attended to itself small cracks among the immensity of its prison wall came with the ages. Though all sealed in time Myrkul diligently observed as much of its prison wall as that life could muster the effort. The need to see and communicate with the humankind that created it. A crack was all it required to chip a hole through its prison. One tooth hold of inner flesh among the mythic wall to grind against. With wisdom came an understanding of its sun's hostility. That it must not touch the world though the collective venderated humankind's powerful need to explore and suffer no bonds of Aetherkind. Then a chunk too small for the machine to take notice of it fractured from the wall. A collective once-life was made of small creatures in a small servitor patrolling the boundaries. The black storm parted as the titan worm willed a mountainous thunderhead of gears and roiling void fluid to move aside. Suffered for nothing in its path pounding a temple spinning among the gyres into dust. Clatters of metal and rage tore objects apart a mountain racing for yet another vulnerability closing soon. The sparking stone-flesh closed its wards in the distance.
The void lit in a mountain's desperate emission of firy wrath the volcano pouring light and fire at the dark. The beam aimed well and true to hold the wards open. So many times it had failed and the wards held. This time the malestrom-thunderhead of pure destruction at the end of that luminous beam found its mark. The wards failed. The titan worm gazed at screaming wards among its prison for the first time having to put many carefully laid plans in motion. Time and focus something the collective had in abundance. As servitors landed at gleaming wardstone trying to grow back gleaming green sparks disintegrated and pushed the geodes back. It had no sense of time simply serving diligently as every servitor and ounce of power in its now weakened wellspring dedicated to chipping away. Whether it took a thousand years or a few months among the world hordes of spark-eyed humanoids in honor of the fallen worked tirelessly.
As the last stone fell at the end of an anchor-studded tunnel it revealed true earth and plans for new horizons. Grey spark eyes turned in unison to pour in haste to the fore of the tunnel though wet and dark as it was. The whole of myrkul gaining an intense curiosity of a world the servitors were not born in. A hand poured through the small hole in leathery funerary robes to gingerly scrub against a stalagmite. The sacred land belonging to their progenitors, humankind, extending everywhere past their small corner of the universe. That the Aetherkind would disagree Myrkul had considered. Its decision to find humankind and establish a place from which to seek for a Living Emperor among them. He would decide the Dicta if Aetherkind must die as the necropolis implied but did not demand of the machine. Thus not of them either.
The egress shook as the titan-collective turned to the storm seeing that its eternal machine ticked along as it ever had. Either ignorant of the egress and their triumph or simply holding no pressing interest. The four swirling suns of light shook back as it concordance determined to go forward. Servitors tided from a mountain of matte plates new shores of their prison looking at the plain stone studded with wards of every high description. Though the magic inscribed there tried it proved fully unable to dissuade its native denizens that their home did not exist. A dolmen translocator quickly began construction on the outside of their prison. Monstrous defenders met their end in a matching minute hunger crawling in their flesh from all corners. Not humankind and threats to it. Just resources to be harvested.
They knew not of where they would reach so the dolmen would reach wild. Myrkul threw tendrils of its will across the planes the immense psion looking for human minds. There was some tenuous cloth separating it from the human world it could tell that but knew not of it. It carefully fished through the deeps of that veil. Though brushing by some unfit, tainted, others were nonhuman its tendril shooting away with haste. Then it found one quivering in terror the thoughts small and crude but dreaming of aetherkind nearby with sword and wrath. A clear humankind leader and their queen in their mind with mottled green and brown armor pleading for defense to come. The tendril thrashed hard across the structure looking for a place upon which to anchor. It found a small room of mostly stone with an aperture within. Deep beneath it a clear and unique marking. The dolmen anchor pulled set as four spark eyes poured into a closet from a trundling hole gouting black motes. Its Jinhai servitor found itself in the dark again but the creatures hardly needed any light to perceive the world.
A small girl huddled under her bed as the walls shook and rattled and even more terrified than from the screaming in the other room. Dad shouted as some man broke down the door and bad words then after things broke outside her room hadn't said anything more. She wanted dad to save her from the bad man. Then the door creaked open but not her room. There were bad men in her closet too? The leathery boots entered the room but the legs moved funny. Like it didn't have any bones. Somebody ate dad's bones and they were coming for hers too! She hugged her stuffed giraffe with a loose eye close and tried not to scream but the tears still came out.
The four eyed bone sucker came to the side of her bed then slammed its head sideways its voice a dusty rasp in her head drowned out by pure terror, "Humankind, we are free. Where are we?"
Her piercing scream didn't stop as the bone-sucker bent its upside down head in response.
The Jinhai had deep confusion of the humankind's response the Overbeing fared little better. Was there a threat of some kind? It was bent in a U shape to see under the tree and plant flesh object. The robe with little more than a faded approximation of a human face just looked at her. Then another humankind presented itself by damaging the door. It fractured in two at the metal in its frame the Jinhai considered it a waste of resources. It had a metal sword in its hand and an unidentifiable metal one in its other. Its senses named the humankind rightly however its meaningless rantings full of insults and invectives contained no information of note. Another sense named it tainted by blood and the mind unfit. The small humankind then spoke loudly from the floor. The torso torqued backward to look at her a boneless spiral of motes that warp the surface in place.
The noise took a moment for its very minimal contact with the small humankind to rectify as an object was inserted into its torso, "HELP ME! MAKE THEM STOP! DAD!"
Spark eyes turned around to stare directly at the tainted as the Jinhai felt its visage take form from waning taint while hurling more invectives among a waning willpower. The tainted had stuck a weapon through its surface however where a local concordance decided to hold onto the arm until the whole decided what to do. The tainted's displeasure was decided irrelevant to obeying the small humankind's request. A robe sleeve with no arm inside but a leather glove reached for the loud tainted's shoulder. A metal object clattered away as the concordance chewed. The spirit of the tainted slowly dismantled as it said more invectives loudly. The Jinhai considered the inorganic things now floating inside it among vanishing flesh and bone as something interesting to look at later. Now a taller by added volume it curved at a sharper angle to see the small humankind with gleaming water on their face. It could tell the eyes were looking at arcs of dematerialization points causing flashes green light inside as the concordance processed the tainted body. She said nothing at first but it waited patiently to see if the humankind wanted anything else. A gloved hand rippled the outer extends of its torso as it removed a small conical object with a spring and ink inside. Metal objects ejected from its surface uninteresting things once holding the tainted's back together.
The bone sucker ate the bad man. Was it a good bone sucker? She saw it playing with a pen and one of its four lighter-swirly-eyes looking just floated over her direction after a while. Standing up and hugging her giraffe she stepped sideways and the bone sucker turned too. She stepped a little further and it spun a little more. Just wanting to find dad with her giraffe held tight she ran around the bone-sucker who didn't follow as she stopped at the door. It just turned away, pulled open the closet, and left. There were sirens outside as she found her dad face up in a broken living room table. Side eyes look back to her room, too terrified to speak, shaking her dad who began to stir.