by The Kingpin » Fri Feb 03, 2017 2:38 am
The crystalline mask hazed up until it was completely opaque, Kristov choosing not to grace the mage with a retort. A horrific rattling sound rang out behind the Interceptor as something monstrous manifested from the ruins of the village. Flesh and bone and spikes and fangs seemed to writhe across its colossal, hunched over figure, blended with stone and wood, iron and glass. Spikes of splintered wood and rent metal protruded from its back as it gained mass, becoming evermore bulky and menacing. Tall, imposing, with a body that was every bit as deadly as it was massive, the necromantic golem rose to its full height, a smashed wooden beam in one hand and an enormous chandelier in the other, two more arms extending above the shoulders of that pair. Its face, or what served as such, was a smouldering pit that crackled with unnatural fire. Taking a step forward out of the ruins that rose to its knees, the giant shook the earth, the corpse of one unfortunate Brotherhood acolyte hanging out of the limb, eyes alight with that same otherworldly flame as it reached and grasped at the mage with a vengeful, yet neutered wrath. It was as if the angry souls of everyone she had slain here had assembled as one in order to enact their revenge. And that wasn't entirely wrong.
"Ah yes, organised chaos. the sign of a clever but ever-busy mind. To the perpetrator, a carefully woven web of belongings and intrigue, but to the bystander? Madness!"
–William Beckett, Lore of Leyuna RPG