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7/15/2025, 8:09:48 PM
>>6275078
Both of you balk a bit at the new voice from the side of the train! Clambering onto the roof next to his fellow mage comes a pink-eyed Mox, his toothy maw twisted into a menacing grin!
“THE BURROWER WAKES!”
Both you and the Mzz’goe’virr deflate. Not THESE clowns again…
“... I was trying to keep our allegiance a secret, Hink…” Groans the warlock with a weary shake of his six-eyed head. “Hells…”
“Oh. OH!” Blinks the fishman, “I-I mean… WE’RE ACTING…. ON OUR OOOOOWN!”
The three of you stand trembling in the wind for an uncomfortable couple of moments.
“Right, time to die.”
Raising his claws (you assume) into the air, the Mzz’goe’virr cackles as the car you’re standing on QUAKES under the sheer amount of magical energy from the spell in his claws! Your eyes sting and your skin prickles… c-can you really limbo this!?
FOOOOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!!!!
G-guess you’re about to find ouuuuuuuttttttt!!!!
…
It takes you a moment or two to realize you aren’t dead. Frowning in confusion, you notice the Mzz’goe’virr looks puzzled too!
“Hink,” the mage mutters, “My spell?”
“Oh!” Exclaims his associate with a nervous laugh, “W-well remember how you told me to attune the wards so they’d stun the Teksouls?”
“Yes, I… hold on, duck.”
All three of you crouch below another structure.
“Wow!” Hink remarks, “That was close!”
“Yea,” the Mzz’goe’virr chuckles, “Gets your ichor pumping, doesn’t it?”
What even are those, you add with a confused grin!
“Oh, they support the rail.” Explains the Mzz’goe’virr with a good-natured smile! “Loaded with enchantments so they can’t really be seen or detected, but don’t be fooled–they’ll squash anyone or anything stowing away on the cars!”
Thanks for the explanation, you reply, earning a nod from your would-be murderer!
“A-anyways,” The Mox sighs, “I couldn’t really attune the wards without also silencing spells, so…”
The Burrower Cultists give each other a good, hard stare.
“... So we have no spells?”
“N-not for a minute or so, no!” Hink laughs anxiously! “B-but he doesn’t have magic either! And we can use this time to activate the MAGE BOMB and destroy the trai-” His last few words catch up and smack him in the brain like a swordfish. “... Uh-oh.”
>CONTD.
Both of you balk a bit at the new voice from the side of the train! Clambering onto the roof next to his fellow mage comes a pink-eyed Mox, his toothy maw twisted into a menacing grin!
“THE BURROWER WAKES!”
Both you and the Mzz’goe’virr deflate. Not THESE clowns again…
“... I was trying to keep our allegiance a secret, Hink…” Groans the warlock with a weary shake of his six-eyed head. “Hells…”
“Oh. OH!” Blinks the fishman, “I-I mean… WE’RE ACTING…. ON OUR OOOOOWN!”
The three of you stand trembling in the wind for an uncomfortable couple of moments.
“Right, time to die.”
Raising his claws (you assume) into the air, the Mzz’goe’virr cackles as the car you’re standing on QUAKES under the sheer amount of magical energy from the spell in his claws! Your eyes sting and your skin prickles… c-can you really limbo this!?
FOOOOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!!!!
G-guess you’re about to find ouuuuuuuttttttt!!!!
…
It takes you a moment or two to realize you aren’t dead. Frowning in confusion, you notice the Mzz’goe’virr looks puzzled too!
“Hink,” the mage mutters, “My spell?”
“Oh!” Exclaims his associate with a nervous laugh, “W-well remember how you told me to attune the wards so they’d stun the Teksouls?”
“Yes, I… hold on, duck.”
All three of you crouch below another structure.
“Wow!” Hink remarks, “That was close!”
“Yea,” the Mzz’goe’virr chuckles, “Gets your ichor pumping, doesn’t it?”
What even are those, you add with a confused grin!
“Oh, they support the rail.” Explains the Mzz’goe’virr with a good-natured smile! “Loaded with enchantments so they can’t really be seen or detected, but don’t be fooled–they’ll squash anyone or anything stowing away on the cars!”
Thanks for the explanation, you reply, earning a nod from your would-be murderer!
“A-anyways,” The Mox sighs, “I couldn’t really attune the wards without also silencing spells, so…”
The Burrower Cultists give each other a good, hard stare.
“... So we have no spells?”
“N-not for a minute or so, no!” Hink laughs anxiously! “B-but he doesn’t have magic either! And we can use this time to activate the MAGE BOMB and destroy the trai-” His last few words catch up and smack him in the brain like a swordfish. “... Uh-oh.”
>CONTD.
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