Dragon!

[heresyandlace]

Who: ANYONE!
Broadcast: If you want
Action: The forest outside of town!
When: Ambiguously around the 23rd

→ Before the mob
[Tek has run out of time. he's pushed his body and spirit to its limit, and his hold over himself finally slips. he's quiet about fleeing the city, but it's a different story once he reaches the wilderness. the sudden release of energy as he loses his human shape hits the atmosphere in a silent wave. the countryside shivers as an aura of death and malaise touches every living thing, even if only in the very back of the mind. and for those more sensitive to such things... it's clear that something has happened. something is here.

for those wandering the forest that day, they may step into an area of the forest gone still with a graveyard hush. and if they linger there, they might happen upon a monstrous beast.

he's keeping to the tallest, deepest copses of trees... because it's hard to keep hidden when you're the height of a three-story building. either creeping and looming between the trunks, gratefully wading into streams, or curling up to rest in roomy clearings, he's there.

and he's hideous. though not actually rotting, the creature is at least designed to look cadavorous. he doesn't appear overtly aggressive... but something looking like that must be far from harmless.]


→ After the mob
[and he can only stay hidden for so long. a band of foresters eventually happen upon him, and a battle inevitably ensues. it isn't long before the remnants of the group run howling into town-- a dragon is less than a mile away, and it has already struck down several of their number!

at once, the bravest warriors take up arms, ring the alarms, and begin to set out in bands to take down the monster!

anyone striking out to find the dragon after the battles have begun is definitely in for a fight, because he is now wounded and angry. and, since he's so large and caught in such a small area of land before he hits the barrier, he won't be hard to find--especially whenever he breaks the canopy of trees and takes flight, to try and find another area of forest not already full of attackers. if you watch the sky and follow him long enough, you're sure to find him.]


(ooc: open to absolutely anyone! just take a look at the ooc post first, and then jump in! also open for any peripherally-related threads--like reacting to the creepy wave of feeling that goes through the town, gathering friends, etc.--if you feel like it!

if you have any other questions, dump 'em in the ooc post!

otherwise, DRAGONFIGHT DRAGONFIGHT!!)

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[serpentis]

[Dorian glances back over his shoulder, eye wide with honest surprise where there was normally calm containment, and part of him wants to skitter out of the circle, but he remains there, and it feels like being buffeted by a storm.

The waves of energy nearly bring him to his knees, but he holds onto his staff for support, letting the soul surge around him. It feels like pain and yet an absence of any feeling at all, pure energy surging around him, and he can feel it, taste it like the Fade in his mouth. This... Dorian is an odd sort of mage, feeding off of the energy of death. This feels like nothing he's experienced before, and it feels like his nerves will be razed out from the insides. It's too much, too strong, and he has the shake his head to try and stand.

He pushes himself to his feet, though each step he takes forward, toward the homunculus, feels like he might start floating. Holds out his left arm, focusing the energy inside himself into the geometries that he knew could focus it, waves of energy pooling in his hand, purple lines etching in a skull in the back of his hand.

Everything feels like it's screaming around him, his veins feel like they're on fire. Was this was Magisters did blood magic for? The feeling was exhilarating, but terrifying, like the breath being snacked from his lungs and replaced by darkness.

Dorian closes his eyes, holding onto his staff, stepping forward and gingerly touching the homunculus. He looks up, at the soul surging around him, and he beckons it.

Here, come here. Through me, use me as a focus.

His nerves are shooting something not quite pleasure but not exactly pain through his body, all the way to his skin, as the death energy courses through him.]

[heresyandlace]

[the combination of power pays off.

given direction and guidance, and no small amount of encouraging force, the soul begins to buckle and circle around on itself, feeding into the body instead of the air. but that alone isn't enough. the body is a fleshy anchor, but there is no veil of death over it. he needs that source of native energy, the stuff he's made of, if he wants to manifest in a way that will actually stick. a vacuum is forming in the wild nexus of energy, and it needs to be filled.

so, as the homunculus begins to writhe and solidify, its hunger begins to focus.

the face is the first thing to become clear--it has always been the feature that Tek has focused on the most--and soon the mouth splits open full of teeth and a broken, feral groan. then come the pinpoints of light that mark the eyes... and the creature twists around to fix its new gaze on an absolutely surging source of the energy it needs.

it obeys the command, and lunges right for the necromancer.

arms out, the creature grabs for him, and its touch is leeching. grabbing, climbing, desperate to drag him to the ground so it can drink him up.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[he is not as disturbed as he should be, and that, alone, is a little horrifying.

it feels like the vats. the haunted caves. the stone that's been soaking him up for a hundred years, from another time--except it's all right here, in front of him. he can only see Dorian out of the corner of his eye, but whatever he's doing is ominous. unsettling. his insides lurch uncomfortably while the soul starts its descent, and he has been through far too much to think, for a second, that things may be looking up.

the... grotesque transformation leaves him breathless. he stares. he's taken aback and startled when it suddenly lunges on Dorian, of all people--and when Robin tries to grab at it with his power, there's so much other magic saturating the form that he can barely get a grip on it.

he may have a better time bodily hauling the form off of him--which is his next step.]

[serpentis]

[Dorian yells, and it's all surprise and fear when the creature lunges for him, clinging to him and trying to draw his power from him. He tries to push it away, to struggle, but there is little that he can do. He turns his face away from it, looking toward Robin, something close to panic taking hold of the normally calm and collected necromancer.]

Robin?! A little help?!

[heresyandlace]

[it would absorb the very life from the necromancer if it could, if that was the way it worked, but it thankfully isn't. Dorian's lifeforce would do nothing for it, so it only taps into and soaks up the death as it surges from the mage like a nicked vital artery.

its hands will likely leave pale welts where they're fastened--both from the leeching force, and the sheer, desperate strength they're grasping with.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Trying!

[with his blood manipulation useless, he lunges forward and literally hauls the form off of Dorian--his hands sinking into what should have been flesh, fighting this thing's violent instinct. he yells at him to stop, dragging at it with supernatural strength. his words aren't in a language he's ever used here--but it's not like anyone's going to notice.]