Turn Three: Out of the Frying Pan into the FireA deathly silence falls across the ancient island beach, as the monstrous crab like creature rises from the ocean. The remaining searchlight moves almost lazily from the dark ocean surface up along its long crustacean legs, to its titanic humanoid torso. Water cascades from its armored form, its massive ninety foot long tentacles slam into the beach, exploding large boulders into jagged shards of shrapnel. The mad and tortured Titan has ascended from the deep.
As the searchlight plays across the Kraken’s eyes, it shakes its head and let’s loose with a roar as deep as the ocean trenches and loud as the crashing surf. Death has come to the ancient island. Stepping onto the beach one of the creatures four sixty foot long tentacles hammers down upon the amphibious vehicle (51hp). The lightly armored vehicle’s searchlight and tracks are smashed under the tentacle gargantuan weight. The men inside are trapped screaming in fear.
From the dark side of the rocky shore, the lone Atlantean left on the beach watches in terror at the ancient horror arising from the depths of time and space. Orin recognizes the beast as something even his own race reviled, something that he had thought only existed in whispers to scare children at night. Remembering Triton’s dismissal and his threat to the rest of his Atlantean race, Orin feels the dark fear crawling through him change. Slowly at first, then like an erupting volcano, that fear transforms into anger. Where once stood the young naïve explorer, now walked a warrior of vengeance … the last Son of Lancaster.
“The Kraken” Watching monstrous creature crawl from the black ocean waters, Crude ‘feels’ almost frozen with the fear of its elemental evil. Looking to his right he sees his marines in shock.
"Devil Dogs … Anderson! Dee! Herman! All of you! SNAP out of it! Yes that creature destroyed our ship but it doesn't matter! Follow your orders! … get Jersey Devil's father the hell out of here! All of you withdraw now! Inform the Commander that the Necronmoicon is still possessed by the Fish Faces. Jersey Devil and I will buy you time! Once you are out of the mist we will follow you! Devil Dogs MOVE now!" Still in his twelve foot height, Crude steps to the edge of the cliff and waves a flashlight to get his ally’s attention.
“All right calamari, you want a piece of me! I sure want a piece of you!”John rolls to his clawed feet as metal and glass shrapnel explode around him. He realizes the fear that most men feel when they gaze upon him. The guardian gargoyle sees the lieutenant waving a lantern to and fro. Depending on the human nature within the hearts of the Nazi soldiers to either flee of fight the harbinger of destruction, the Jersey Devil spreads his wings and launches into flight. Banking and weaving a tight pattern through the flailing tentacles of the Kraken, he returns to Crude and the marines who are preparing to escort his father back to the rescue boat. Recognizing the young men’s courage, the ability to keep moving in the face of an elemental evil instills John with the courage for what lay ahead.
Crude thinks,
I should have died once already tonight. Seems it was just temporarily delayed. If we all run this … thing … is likely to chase us down anyway. Suicide mission or delaying action at least the ‘Dogs’ will be able to get Devil’s dad and the message back to the Commander. With a grim smile Lucas watches the Jersey Devil land close by. Walking over the armored avian guardian, with a calmness only those prepared for passing beyond the veil can acquire, he gives what he expects to be the last order of his very brief career as an officer in combat.
“Jersey Devil, don't attack the creature. Pick me up and throw me in the Kraken's mouth."“Dis'll be a rough pick up!” he shouts. Launching into the air once again the stone cold devil with a soul quickly twist around and swoops down grabbing Crude and banks high into the air. When he reaches a sufficient height, as in the maximum of his movement left from the pick-up and climb, he will stall and turn toward the beast. With a mighty flap of his wings, the pair jet downward to the behemoth's head. Now moving at maximum velocity, Jersey Devil hurls Crude toward the beast's gaping maw... as he dodges the last tentacle its unearthly size and form sparks a memory of darks things that lay beyond the veil of consciousness and sanity.
Dominus, placere hoc opus “Dat damnable giant Adlandian summoned a lessa sea gahd from da Dahkhold! Dat Som' Bitch!!!" Suddenly the beach is ablaze with fire the small arms of the Nazi’s useless against heavy crab-like armor of the demi-god gone mad. The German storm troopers fall back to the remaining amphibious vehicle. The kommander can be heard screaming incoherently into the vehicles radio-phone. From the dark a lean muscular figure leaps with sea-born muscles launching himself over the heads of the retreating air-breathers.
"I say thee, NAY!" Orin’s trident a fire with his electrical eel-like powers, the last Atlantean strikes, burying his weapon deep between the armored joints (16hp).
From the top of the island, with a sound of thunder, a figure flies out of the dark clouds and toward the embattled beach. His claws barely capable of holding his oily ally, the Jersey Devil prays for success, and the young man’s soul. As a spark of lightning shoots from creature’s claw into the sky, it screams, its dagger toothed maw gaping wide, with an unearthly sound. The lieutenant yells …
“NOW!” and John launches the one time merchant marine with all his might. Pulling up into the clouds high above the beach, he watches as the man change shape and take the form of an oily glob … splashing into the jagged toothed mouth of the monster and disappear.
Fortes fortuna juvat.OOC: Hope you enjoy the write up. I now know why Jeff does this once a month – and he has twice as many players.
@ Tom – I felt the story ended well at this point. Consider yourself heavily clapped on the back, apparently the dice did indeed favor the bold and you have two (2) full Actions to use in the next Turn. The rules for how the combat within the oral cavity will be fought are in place but won’t start until next Turn. At this moment you are in your 1” form. Good news from that is you will can two attacks to the Titans one from the inside during Turn Three … or whatever other sneakiness you can come up with. :mrgreen:
Current Condition:
Atlantean - 44 HP, 62 PP
Crude (1") - 34 HP, 62 PP
Jersey Devil - 47 HP, 63 PP, 52 ADR
PS: Thanks for the advice guys :ugeek: