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atworldsend2021-09-02 04:42 pm
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As far as beaches went, this one wasn’t the aesthetically pleasing kind. In fact it reminded him of the shores of the Lighthouse and consequently of the way he had felt last time he was there, despondent and quietly longing for something he had no way of reaching.
That Tower. It’s gravity was intense. Interesting, and familiar in a way he did not care for. Perhaps it was fate's cruel irony, but on the other hand it might have been a turn for the better. He reserved judgement for now and attempted to cut through the air with his left hand, an action that would usually open a portal to wherever he willed it. The movement produced nothing, but he didn't find himself surprised. For now at least, there was no discernible way home.
The Tower was also inaccessible for now, and while it was a concerning level of effort to put it out of his mind, he was successful in pushing it to the back of his mental checklist.
There were other questions to answer first. "Are those creatures hostile" was the most pressing one, since several lobstrosities were making their way toward him. They looked to be similar to scorpions and lobsters. Potentially venomous.
“Dad-a-chum? Dum-a-chum?”
“Yes,” He answered, unsheathing his bowie knife rather than drawing his handgun. In an unknown situation, conserving ammunition became a priority.
“Ded-a-chek? Did-a-chick?”
If they’re hostile, incapacitate only.
As a group of them drew nearer, surrounding him, he assessed the situation and planned his sequence of attack. The nearest lobstrosity launched, swiping at him with a crushing claw which shattered the rock behind him as he evaded. He countered, attempting to slash at it to test the thickness of the outer shell. His knife didn’t cut through the carapace and another of the creatures now swiped at him. He dodged low. It’s claw flew over him and hit the first creature, smashing part of it’s armored side.
They seemed unintelligent, despite the use of language. Still without knowing the etiquette of this new place, he would not harm them any more than needed to get away. They didn’t move too quickly. He could evade the last one and outrun them.
As a third one approached, Yorolaie ran at it, weaving out of it’s way at the last moment in a feint as he ran past and sprinted away from the beach, toward the city.
That Tower. It’s gravity was intense. Interesting, and familiar in a way he did not care for. Perhaps it was fate's cruel irony, but on the other hand it might have been a turn for the better. He reserved judgement for now and attempted to cut through the air with his left hand, an action that would usually open a portal to wherever he willed it. The movement produced nothing, but he didn't find himself surprised. For now at least, there was no discernible way home.
The Tower was also inaccessible for now, and while it was a concerning level of effort to put it out of his mind, he was successful in pushing it to the back of his mental checklist.
There were other questions to answer first. "Are those creatures hostile" was the most pressing one, since several lobstrosities were making their way toward him. They looked to be similar to scorpions and lobsters. Potentially venomous.
“Dad-a-chum? Dum-a-chum?”
“Yes,” He answered, unsheathing his bowie knife rather than drawing his handgun. In an unknown situation, conserving ammunition became a priority.
“Ded-a-chek? Did-a-chick?”
If they’re hostile, incapacitate only.
As a group of them drew nearer, surrounding him, he assessed the situation and planned his sequence of attack. The nearest lobstrosity launched, swiping at him with a crushing claw which shattered the rock behind him as he evaded. He countered, attempting to slash at it to test the thickness of the outer shell. His knife didn’t cut through the carapace and another of the creatures now swiped at him. He dodged low. It’s claw flew over him and hit the first creature, smashing part of it’s armored side.
They seemed unintelligent, despite the use of language. Still without knowing the etiquette of this new place, he would not harm them any more than needed to get away. They didn’t move too quickly. He could evade the last one and outrun them.
As a third one approached, Yorolaie ran at it, weaving out of it’s way at the last moment in a feint as he ran past and sprinted away from the beach, toward the city.