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[Aerie]

MASSIVE SPOILERS: CONTAINS HFS.

If you don't care, read on!

Spoiler: Prologue (click to show/hide)

Since time began, you have existed. Your world was simple in its design: a landscape of dark stone, pocked with pits of energy left over from Creation, from which you drew your power. There was no need for anything more or less.

Then Armok the Enemy came, seeking to reshape it in His design. You fought against Him, pushing Him back with the limitless numbers of your kind. Although He was repelled, the Enemy found another way to enact His will. Shaping massive spires of divine power upon His mighty anvil, He drove them deep into the pits of Creation, and upon them, built the incomprehensibly massive structure known as the Overworld.

There, He had forged all sorts of curious designs: the liquid materials of water and magma, plants, the stars, the sun and moon, and life.

Yes, life. That which had previously been the domain of your kind alone has now been rendered mundane and weak. The soulless husks of the dead are cast down into your world, where they are quickly rent to shreds by claw, tooth and fury. Those that are not killed become the eternal focus of your hatred, caged like the animals they themselves enslaved, tortured and mutilated. Their horrifying screams fill the air regularly.

Over time, the spires began to weaken. Though threaded with impenetrable material, there were those whom could worm their way through one, perhaps one or two at a time, and escape eternal confinement. Masquerading as the weaker life upon the surface of the Overworld, they manipulated its mortal dwellers into serving their will.

One such race of these mortal creatures, the 'dwarves', have established an outpost close to one of the weaker spires that holds their world aloft. From the beginning of their existence as a unified civilization, this moment has been planned.

From within its hollow walls, the constant hammering of metal against stone can be heard. The sound is one that strikes deep within your black heart; the last time such a thing was heard amongst your kind, it had been by the Enemy's hand, forging the bars of your prison.

A chunk of the spire falls to the dark stone at your feet. A legion of your infernal siblings stands behind you, ready to follow you into the Overworld to undo all that the Enemy has wrought. It is truly ironic that His chosen people have brought about His inevitable destruction. But first...


What do you call yourself?

What form do you take?

What power do you possess?

[Xantalos]

Uzkar BoneThresher

We take the form of a gigantic centipede/bat composed of steel.

Beware our deadly dust!

[GreatWyrmGold]

Uzkar BoneThresher

We take the form of a gigantic winged spider* composed of steel.

Beware our deadly dust!

*Free webs and poison.

[Xantalos]

Uzkar BoneThresher

We take the form of a gigantic winged spider* composed of steel.

Beware our deadly dust!

+1 to this.

*Free webs and poison.

[javierpwn]

Uzkar BoneThresher

We take the form of a gigantic winged spider* composed of steel.

Beware our deadly dust!

*Free webs and poison.

We a a giant winged bat-spider made from Adamantine, twisted into humanoid form; with poisonous webs

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Eligor, Abyssal Tyrant

We take the form of a theropodal creature with six limbs; two legs, four arms, and make ogres look like babies.

Beware our deadly spit, dust, webs and eyes.

[Aerie]

Spoiler: Journal Entry 1 (click to show/hide)

Journal of Etur Edemrodek, Mayor of Matulsolon, 20 Granite, 650 A.H.
Praise the miners! We have struck adamantine.

It has been twenty seven years since we first struck the earth, and today marks the beginning of a new era in dwarven history. The legendary metal forged by Armok Himself has finally been discovered, and with it, we will shape unstoppable weapons of war and impenetrable suits of mail. I have cancelled all other mining operations and mandated the forging of new picks. Hopefully, a few of the younger ones'll sign up too; with two hundred thirty of us here, there's bound to be a couple more willing to get their hands on this miracle metal.

Spoiler: Journal Entry 2 (click to show/hide)

Journal of Etur Edemrodek, Mayor of Matulsolon, 22 Granite, 650 A.H.
We have a dozen miners excavating the vein of adamantine, and facilities have been set up to extract and work the metal around the clock. The hue of this stuff is fascinating; it is completely unlike the shining silver of steel or the fiery orange of bronze. Already, I can see in my mind a phalanx of dwarves, each with a gleaming breastplate of adamantine and an aqua-tipped spear in their grasp...

We must obtain more.

Spoiler: Journal Entry 3 (click to show/hide)

Journal of Etur Edemrodek, Mayor of Matulsolon, 25 Granite, 650 A.H.
One of the miners was struck down when a jet of magma punched through his chest from a hole he struck open in the adamantine vein. My chief mechanic tells me that magma under such intense pressure can only be from the endless sea of molten rock that is theorized to exist many miles beneath the earth. For this metal to be present at such depths is nearly unfathomable; perhaps it could lead to an unlimited source of the stuff!

The miners have been told to mine as if they were digging out the interior of a cylinder, avoiding the warm stone. It's a shame that some of it must go to waste, but not even the mighty dwarves can overcome an infinite sea of magma. Some of them have been complaining that I'm working them too hard... as if they don't take enough damn breaks already.

Spoiler: Miner's Anecdote (click to show/hide)

Journal of Adil Tomeminod, Head Miner, 25 Granite, 650 A.H.
Mayor mandated my team work double shifts on the blue vein today. I mandated he go fuck himself and got thrown in the jail for 'sedition.' Least the chain around my neck looks nice. Is that red spinel?

Spoiler: Journal Entry 4 (click to show/hide)

Journal of Etur Edemrodek, Mayor of Matulsolon, 28 Granite, 650 A.H.
Amongst endless other complaints, there are worries about strange noises coming from the dig site. I've tried to convince them that with a mine shaft that deep, there's bound to be some weird echoes, but considering the tendency of most dwarves to be complete idiots, what do they know?

We've forged several adamatine battle axes and spears already, a fine supplement to our steel arsenal. A masterwork breastplate, menacing with spikes of native platinum, has been produced and is now in the hands of the Captain of the Guard, Kubuk Thikuterith. He is an excellent soldier and I expect him to use it well.

However, we still do not have enough to outfit a fortress militia, let alone the gleaming legions that haunt my dreams every night. We must dig deeper...

[Aerie]

You are Uzkar Bonethresher, a chimeric creature that the Enemy Himself would fear to look upon. A monstrous, bat-winged spider, twisted into humanoid form; you are coated in an exoskeleton of steel and have four arms with which to tear your foes limb from limb. Those that survive your brute strength will not survive the toxic webbing you spit from your centipede-like mandibles.

Another stone falls and the spire rumbles. You can smell them now, the scent of unwashed flesh and noxious alcohol wafting into the stagnant air inside the hollow pillar.

They are completely unaware of the endless horror they have just unleashed upon their world.

You...

[scapheap]

Have forgotten your pants.

[Xantalos]

Charge up the passageway with your fellow demons, letting out horrifying screams and spitting webs at any dwarf we see, then killing them.

[Corai]

Charge up the passageway with your fellow demons, letting out horrifying screams and spitting webs at any dwarf we see, then killing them.

Focus our fury on the dwarves furthest from the spire. Our brothers and sisters can handle the ones closer to the spire.

[Aerie]

Have forgotten your pants.

Pants are a mortal invention! They do not belong on the legs of a being such as yourself.

Charge up the passageway with your fellow demons, letting out horrifying screams and spitting webs at any dwarf we see, then killing them.

Focus our fury on the dwarves furthest from the spire. Our brothers and sisters can handle the ones closer to the spire.

With your arachnid strength, you scale the inside of the spire, and your legion follows suit. Through a small hole, a creature with pink flesh and voluminous amounts of brown hair sticks its head out. You are the first and last thing it sees.

The weakened section crumbles as you throw your bulk against it, sending the creature down to the depths where it is swiftly shredded into a viscous red mist by the numberless armies beneath you. The stone above you is much more artificial in construction, consisting of stairs carved into the very spire itself. While the divine nature of the metal embedded within has prevented your kind from ever harming it, the dwarves have done your work for you. Now, there is no stopping your wrath.

You reach the top of the spire, and it is here that it opens into an artificial, subterranean structure. The walls and floor have countless scenes of mortal trifles scratched into them; that these pitiful things should choose to deface the very land they live on with petty depictions of their existence is revolting. There are more of them here, and they drop the curved implements in their hands, letting loose piercing screams and turning to flee.

Their strength is not enough to harm you; you are twice their size, and in these low stone tunnels you must nearly crawl to get through. You beat them out of the way as you advance, leaving your brothers to descend upon them.

Ahead, a door closes off the end of the tunnel. Four more of these small creatures, clad in the same gleaming metal as your hide is made from, wielding hammer and shield, enter through the stone construction, which is quickly slammed shut behind them. They yell out, and advance, shields raised in preparation for battle.

The rest of your kind are still scaling the spire. You must become the tip of the spear, forming a wound for them to salt. You...

[Xantalos]

Web them. Then grab one of their weapons and kill them all.

[Corai]

Web them. Then grab one of their weapons and kill them all.

+1

[Weirdsound]

Web them. Then grab one of their weapons and kill them all.

+1

No... kill one or two and maim the rest. Leave some alive for the rest of your kind to play with while you work on opening the door.