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Author Topic: Their Coming Is At Hand - an Eldritch Horror RTD (Turn 10! Spots open!)  (Read 33596 times)

Digital Hellhound

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While cool, you wouldn't last two turns.

Incidentally, I've done noir-detectives-with-eldritch-horrors-in-their-heads characters before. Just sayin'

Also, no-one wants to be a cruel, incomprehensible cosmic horror from beyond time? Shame.
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Russia is simply taking an anti-Fascist stance against European Nazi products, they should be applauded. ¡No parmesan!

Spinal_Taper

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Name/Codename/Title:Atlas
Enemy Type:Solid Form Titan
Form/Description: Through history, This Titan has been mistaken for many of the gods of ancient peoples, from Quetzcotl to Sir. His true name is unknown, but he prefers to go by his Greek name, Atlas. He takes the form of a massive hunchback made of granite, his face contorted in agony.
« Last Edit: April 22, 2012, 02:57:35 pm by Spinal_Taper »
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Caellath

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((@Spinal_Taper: You should read the OP more attentively.))
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"Hey steve." You speak into the air.
>Yes?
"Could you guys also make a hamburger out of this arm when they cut it off? I wanted to eat it just for the sake of tasting it."
>That is horrible and disgusting. It will no doubt set you apart and create fear in your team mates. So of course.

Digital Hellhound

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The problem is that you can't be the mythological Atlas. He can have been worshipped/thought of as/inspired the myth of Atlas, but Greek mythology as described did not happen.
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Russia is simply taking an anti-Fascist stance against European Nazi products, they should be applauded. ¡No parmesan!

Spinal_Taper

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Oh. Thanks.
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Watchman

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Name: Erik Tourigny
Gender: Male
Nationality: Swiss
Shackled Type: Hybrid
Ancient Type: Abbysal/Dreamsinger?
Description:
Spoiler: Subject XAH#27 (click to show/hide)

Is this one alright ? And fantastic theme by the way!
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Digital Hellhound

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You're in, and with that, we have a full batch, and a ready player Enemy. Hurray!
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Russia is simply taking an anti-Fascist stance against European Nazi products, they should be applauded. ¡No parmesan!

Caellath

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I have the impression my unfortunate, short-lived supersoldier won't make to his twenties.

Also, the russians are not the only assholes, the Society is composed from people all over the world.
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"Hey steve." You speak into the air.
>Yes?
"Could you guys also make a hamburger out of this arm when they cut it off? I wanted to eat it just for the sake of tasting it."
>That is horrible and disgusting. It will no doubt set you apart and create fear in your team mates. So of course.

Sinpwn

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Enemy:

Name/Codename/Title: The Scratch
Enemy Type: Unique
Form/Description: The legend most commonly referred to as "The Scratch" is described as an amorphic mass of a complete darkness, composed of thin, angular tendrils expanding from a single central point. 'Eye witness' reports represent it with pattern similar to shattered glass, likening the viewer's perception to "A shattered mirror". There are two main themes two the story, but some parts are identical. It is said to be most often encountered for a split second in bright corridors of medical institutions, such as hospitals, prisons, or mental institutions. It appears at a distance always more than 5 meters, rapidly approaching the observer, two separate events occur based on the version. The first is that it proceeds through the victim, leaving a pile of finely sliced remains. The second, more popular version has the being disappear immediately in front of the viewer. The victim is overcome with a lingering feeling of almost paralyzing apprehension and all mirrors seen by the victim after this time appear shattered. After a varying amount of time, the victim is always found in their residence, their throat slit with a shard of glass while every reflective object in the area is completely destroyed.
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wolfchild

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Character done
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You really can both sig it.
But... That would break the laws of sigging! We can't have everyone running around with the same quotes. IT MAKES THEM UNFUNNY FASTER!

Tiruin

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We have Superman.  :P

Also, no-one wants to be a cruel, incomprehensible cosmic horror from beyond time? Shame.
Where is derm when you need him?  :)
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Caellath

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Where is derm when you need him?  :)
Walking around in frilly green skirts.
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"Hey steve." You speak into the air.
>Yes?
"Could you guys also make a hamburger out of this arm when they cut it off? I wanted to eat it just for the sake of tasting it."
>That is horrible and disgusting. It will no doubt set you apart and create fear in your team mates. So of course.

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Enemy IN!

Name/Codename/Title: Xanalok
Enemy Type: Unique:
Form/Description: The entity known as the Xanalok was probably something else once. Perhaps a people, hopefully ascending into the stars, going to something better. Whatever the intentions, the end result was not appealing. It is a shapeshifter; a formeless amorphous mass that can absorb those in it's vicinity, or failing that, implant a sample of itself into an unwitting host. This sample gradually assimilates the host body, making the unsuspecting fool a sleeper agent to reveal when the time is right. If exposed, it normally shifts to something resembling a long, sinuous serpent with spikes lying flat all over the length and an unfolding mouth; this is perhaps it's form from previous times. It is invariably purple, pink, or some mixture of the two in it's natural form. Studies of samples have revealed no cell structure, rather just a formless pink mass. EDIT: Varies in size depending on amount of matter consumed.

OOC: Blatant The Thing parody? Check.
« Last Edit: April 24, 2012, 11:58:59 pm by Xantalos »
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Sig! Onol
Quote from: BFEL
XANTALOS, THE KARATEBOMINATION
Quote from: Toaster
((The Xantalos Die: [1, 1, 1, 6, 6, 6]))

wolfchild

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So, how long till we can expect a turn?
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You really can both sig it.
But... That would break the laws of sigging! We can't have everyone running around with the same quotes. IT MAKES THEM UNFUNNY FASTER!

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Name/Codename/Title: SarCha the Broodlord
Enemy Type: Abyssal, Great Mother
Form/Description:  SarCha himself most closely resembles a monstrous scarab beetle the size of the Superdome, but he also sports a massive scorpion-like stinger with three horrible barbs.  His "face," as it is, is nothing like anything seen on earth.  He possesses a giant maw with great circular rings of teeth, about 20 feet in diameter (though capable of expanding about three times as wide.)  Surrounding the maw are grey orbs that are most likely his eyes.  A swath of antennae run from above the mouth up toward the top of his face.  SarCha possesses ten great pairs of legs, and a pair of pincers in front capable of cutting a bus in half with ease.  Below the mouth are three tentacle-like proboscises that can extend up to fifty feet to snare anything it wishes to consume.  He possesses great armored wings, but is incapable of flight.  The armor plates themselves are interlocking with jagged scales sticking out.  He is capable of burrowing underground at great speed.

Though horrible in appearance, his most terrible quality is the vast number of his children that he can spew forth from his maw.  They come in three varieties:  The Sarlings, the Cha-el, and the Reapers of Men.

The Sarlings are the most common of his brood, and compromise over 90% of them.  They more closely resemble an earth beetle, though they are still a meter in length.  They are the workers of the brood, gathering food and obeying his unknown orders.  Though they are not soldiers, any one is more than a match for an average human, as it has an armored hide and sharp pincers capable of severing a limb.  Their greatest threat, though, is their enormous number- SarCha is capable of belching forth a thousand of them in the time it takes most humans to realize what it is that they are seeing.

The Cha-el are the soldiers of SarCha.  They are insectoid in appearance, standing some fifteen feet on six legs with great chitinous wings.  They have four powerful arms, each with three humanlike hands.  The hands are used in multiple ways, to grab their prey and rip them apart, to throw rocks, boulders, or Sarlings at any threats, or to improvise other weaponry.  They possess much cunning, and are capable of using human weaponry that fits in their large frames.  They are capable of flight, and have been known to chase aircraft down.

There are only four Reapers of Men, but that is still four too many.  Should SarCha call any of them forth, it is because he perceives a great threat to his children.  SarCha must stretch his mouth out for them, as each resembles a fifty-foot praying mantis of frightful power.  They possess chillingly human faces, but their eyes are empty and soulless, and betray no emotion whatsoever.  Each one has two massive scythe blade arms, easily able to slice through concrete buildings.  Below that, they have two humanlike arms that will grasp, throw, and otherwise support the main offensive of their arms.  Any human consumed by one has its soul trapped within, to suffer eternally within its body.  These souls produce a wailing cacophony- this sound heralds the arrival of the reapers.  Should all four reapers be gathered in one place, this wailing induces madness in all who hear its horror.


SarCha's intentions are unclear, but he certainly wishes to consume.  His hunger knows no bounds, and he is very protective of his children.  Any harm upon them is sure to draw the wrath of thousands more of his horrible brood.
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HMR stands for Hazardous Materials Requisition, not Horrible Massive Ruination, though I can understand how one could get confused.
God help us if we have to agree on pizza toppings at some point. There will be no survivors.
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