Lush leaves flowed above the serene Fingerling town of Jeaha, completely sheltered from the chaos happening around them. Lolgrammoth, a powerful god of the void, entrapped Northsdale in a dark bubble which isolated it from the mortal realm. The Fingerling people inhabiting Northsdale have no choice but to simple wait; they weren't affected as much as the human populace, for famine was not a problem to them. They simply continued with routine, as nothing monstrous or evil ever bothered the small town.
Until now.BOOMA colossal flare of green light exploded from the City Hall, followed by screams moving incoherently through the fall of green sparks. Darkness reigned over Jeaha as another explosion sounded from one of the homes in the Northwestern district, green light flaring through the night as a deep shaking sound resonated. The wooden buildings flamed in green fire, roaring and cackling as structure toppled down in plumes of smoke and dirt. From the chaos stood a
tall figure, around the height of two Fingerlings; he wore mythril armor and the eyeholes glowed a light green hue as plumes of green light circled around him. He drew back his hand as a glowing green orb of condensed power formed into his palm; he threw it, deep power resonating as it struck a watchtower, causing it to explode and erupt in green light.
"What better laboratory than the bloodsoaked battlefield?" he roared and laughed, his voice deep and sinister,
"What better chaos than the chaos of fire?"He paced around the top of the flaming City Hall, standing on the single pillar of brick which the giant clock was mounted on. He gazed around, admiring his work.
"WHAT BETTER BLOOD SPILLED THAN THAT OF THE INNOCENT?"Francine, Kyomi, and Tavros grouped by the City Hall, squinting at the figure as Chtz joined beside them along with other people- wait, no. Two figures. The destroyer of the buildings held by the collar a Fingerling woman wearing blue and white robes, unconscious. It was only when the green light falter did Francine truly see who the woman was.
It was Kiora Nahzlow, the town healer; Francine's mentor and guardian, the person whom she spent many years of her life with.
"This healer shall be an excellent sacrifice.. a pawn for the player, a trade for TRUE POWER! This woman's legacy shall end in five nights when the Sacred Sword spills her precious blood upon the altar during the Vigil of Targunitoth! True power for I, DOCTOR OBLIVION! You people will not stop me, you people hold no INDEFATIGABLE TENACITY TO SAVE YOUR OWN! HAHA.. HAHAHA! THE VOID WILL EMERGE VICTORIOUS, ITS EMPTINESS THE SEED FOR A NEW ORDER! HAHA.. HAAAA!"Before they could act, a green cloud swept over the City Hall; and when it cleared, Dr. Oblivion and Kiora were gone.
Hokie, a black smith Fingerling with dark fur and a hole in his ear, rushed forward in exasperation as he glanced up at the City Hall, then to the others.
"F-Francine, Kiora, she's been.. she's been..." he spurts out despite the situation being clear to the four,
"She's been ta-taken!"
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Topic: Rise of the Fingerlings IC: Ambush! (Read 10941 times)