Mr Zoat
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Thank you, corrected.
From context he didn't make himself into a zombie, he made am extremely powerful zombie minion, probably on the level of power of a new god.I have no idea what's happening here? Did Melmoth just make himself into a superzombie? Why is he acting like that's impressive in some way? He'll never be as dapper as Sir Solomon Grundy!
Joy of having to rush into a rescue mission. Other people tend to be squishier than heroes.5th May
03:05 GMT -5
I send filaments down ahead of me, though not as far ahead as a truly cautious approach would involve. I am trying to rescue these people alive, and I'm far more survivable than they are.
Joy of having your nervous system interrupted by something else. Quite a shock when you're suddenly freed.Nothing much, nothing, there! I grab the Columbian thrall and pin their arms to prevent the Spine Rider controlling them from using their magic. Then I loop filaments around their neck-. Got you!
The Columbian man stiffens at once, his heart racing and his breathing erratic. His pupils are dilated and aren't really focusing on anything. Ring, quick health check… Nothing he won't recover from on his own, but with a little power ring I can make that now.
He's definitely going to need a moment after this. Or a stiff drink. Do Columbians indulge?"Sir?"
"B-by God Almighty-!"
"Sir, you've been taken by a Spine Rider. I've killed it, but your coworkers are still being held. If you can remember anything about what it told you to do, that would be very helpful. Otherwise, please head up the stairs and stay close to my colleague Canis."
At least he knows well enough to realise what happened to him, terrifying as it was... And he's reacting just about as well as you'd expect an ordinary person to..."I-" He sits up, his right hand going to the back of his neck. I closed the wound when I treated him, but I use a filaments to pick up the Spine Rider's sword from the ground and hold it out to him. He sees it and nods. "No, good sir. I saw little of their attack before I was… T-taken, and then it was… As if I was in a dream, compelled to walk ever onwards with no sense of my own self. I-I have no idea what they plan for us, but I pray you, destroy these devils. Save my friends."
As strange as that may sound, it's still better than what he's running from."I'll do my best. Up, now." I give him a hand and he pulls himself to his feet. "Canis has a large dog with him. He's a little strange, but he knows his business."
He nods jerkily and then darts up the stairs.
Something's occurred to him, has it?There's no one else in range of my filaments, but the magic here is either making them fade out or preventing me from getting feedback.
Or… Thinking about the feedback-.
Huh, that's honestly a concern. It makes sense, too. Magic would change in the millions of years between the Spell-Eater's construction and the Sheeda's time. At least it's working.I check my spell eater, but it's still in place and at a reasonable temperature. Not cold; there's been enough magic thrown around to get it a little heated. But it should still be working.
For one entirely inappropriate moment I'm reminded of when I started watching anime. It was completely different to any of the tropes I was all too familiar with from western animation, and I mistook that difference for originality. Here, I don't know if the Sheeda are being truly clever or if they simply use arcane attacks that happen to be different to the ones I'm used to guarding against.
Unless one of them was a retired Witch Hunter, I doubt they'd be anywhere near that good.Not that it makes much difference; I'm here with the equipment I have now and I have to deal with them.
I fly downwards. Not much dust, but my rings every-so-helpfully point out the disturbances in the dust on the steps and the walls. Not walking lockstep in the way that star conqueror victims tend to. No spell snares, but I suppose that if a random group of tannery overseers are capable of using magics which could harm me then they certainly couldn't do so quickly.
Since Hungry is still largely indiscriminate. One more thing for his to-do list.There's an opening up ahead, and a chamber beyond it. The ongoing sensor dampening magic is making me consider simply feeding on the magic… But I don't want to risk harm to the hostages unless to reasonable alternative presents itself.
And…
Man, the Sheeda-creatures just get weirder and weirder. Why would you need all that blood?Huh.
The Columbians are kneeling in ranks before… Some sort of multi-headed mosquito… Thing. Most are collapsed, and as I watch the mosquito finishes draining the last few and withdraws its heads. I can see the blood running through its translucent body and into… A… It's vast body, bloated and fat.
Yeah, nothing good can come of that much blood. And 'Melmoth' and 'Good' don't belong in the same paragraph, much less the same sentence.A construct blade severs the heads. Filaments annihilate the Spine Riders and mend the Columbians. Other than the shortage of blood, there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with them. Was that… It? The Spine Riders brought them here to feed this.. thing? I restore their bodies as best I can and then deposit them by the door. Working out what the heck Melmoth was trying to do needs to be my priority.
Or… Does it? Can I think of a single non-evil thing that Melmoth might be doing with thirty pints of type-unmatched Columbian blood? No, no I can't.
Fuuu-... What, does this guy have one of those omniscient surveillance systems you see in bad stories? ...Well, probably, Yeah. Magic and all... But Goddamn he's annoying.Thick bands of orange light connect me to the still… Aliveish? Mosquito-thing, as I have a crack at assimilating it. I things I cut off… Yes, they had mouths and eyes but I don't think they were actually 'heads' in any conventional-
"Still alive, Lantern?"
Sooner it's dead, sooner you can exfiltrate the captives, Canis and Brut. And then maybe dump a few billion tons of concrete into this place.-sense.
The creature is resisting, glowing runes all over its carapace making it hard to make contact. But that's fine; I'm trying to kill it anyway.
Interesting that he can't identify the cause. He hasn't noticed the railgun rounds flying? Or are they so anti-magic they don't show up on his 'cameras'?I ignore Melmoth's voice and form a railgun, load mage slayer rounds and fire at the most important-looking cluster. The first round strikes him without difficulty, and this time it actually works.
"How are you doing that? Some sort of leaching spell?"
Huh, something left behind? That... Can't be good. Ready more mageslayers.The runes near the impact site stop glowing, and some sort of feedback causes the carapace nearby to crack up and the runes there fail as well. Immediately I follow up with an orange strand and attempt to assimilate it. The strange connects, and the creature turns to dust.
Mostly.. turns to dust.
Is that such a good idea? You have no clue what's in there. For all you know, it's a frigging zombie hulk."Ah. Curious. That particular redundancy wasn't created with Lanterns in mind."
There's a pile of.. tissue, or.. organic material. I assume that it isn't 'Sheeda' enough to have been included in the disintegration effect. It's.. like spider web: cream in colour, strong, slightly sticky in places and… It looks like it's cocooning… Someone or something. Columbian blood that hadn't percolated far enough through the system splats to the ground as I generate crumbler constructs and start… Pruning it back.
Good grief, this guy. Why don't you go back to kicking puppies and leave the rest of us alone? No, wait, go hump rocks, see if you can make golems. Don't want puppies getting hurt."Other than you wanting to be as evil as you can, what is any of this about?"
"Oh, this isn't about 'being as evil as I can'. There are far more ways to be evil than I currently indulge in."
...A Sheeda.. with restraint? No, sorry, that's such an oxymoron. I can't process it..."So when you claimed that you 'really like hurting people'-?"
"Oh, I do. But unlike some of my kind I know when to practice restraint."
What a spoilt brat of an arse. I'm guessing he was never told 'no' as a child..."You just prefer to live-" Behind me the recovering Columbians begin making a retreat. "-in a situation which doesn't require you to."
"When I ruled these people I enforced my own laws in a completely fair and even-handed manner. I just didn't subject myself to them. What's the point of being king if you can't be king?"
Blimey, OL. That's pretty strong language for you. Good to see that philosophy coming through again, though.."To create the greatest and strongest realm you can, with the most prosperous and capable people, as a testament to the rightness of your rule."
"Well…"
"But I suppose that's not for everyone. Particularly if this is all you've managed since the last Harrowing, you malignant incompetent."
You seem to think you have any kind of say in matters. It's amusing.The shape is humanoid, though I can't see anything that suggests that they're alive. But… This civilisation if rife with necromancy, and there are humanoid species with decidedly non-standard vital signs. I wouldn't want to kill an intelligent undead creature that hadn't done anything wrong.
"You know, I had considered keeping you on with your facilities intact. Now, I think I'll let you watch everyone you know and love die screaming before I turn you into a gibbering pet."
...Uh-oh."Melmoth, if your threats worried me I wouldn't bother talking to you."
"I suppose you have acquitted yourself reasonably well so far. But I rather think that's about to change. You see, after I was deposed and abandoned after our pervious harrowing, I had the complete run of a dead civilisation. Access to all manner of interesting things. All sorts of interesting people. And their corpses. The main drawback of replacing my blood is that I don't have any Sheeda blood in me any longer, but my seed is still Sheeda seed, and my descendants have me in their blood."
Well, that doesn't sound pleasant at all. At best, we have another Solomon Grundy. At worst... Undead New God.
Some sort of leeching spell?"
...abandoned after our previous harrowing...
I can think of several.Or… Does it? Can I think of a single non-evil thing that Melmoth might be doing with thirty pints of type-unmatched Columbian blood? No, no I can't.
Solomon Grundy, Born on a Monday.
Yeah, nothing good can come of that much blood. And 'Melmoth' and 'Good' don't belong in the same paragraph, much less the same sentence.
What, does this guy have one of those omniscient surveillance systems you see in bad stories?
OL might definitely want to get some distance between him and that cocoon. And then maybe start obliterating it.
I don't see who you would think that?
Then he might say 'I pray that you,' or because he's talking the way those characters really do talk, he might shorten it to 'I pray you,' like he did in the fic, but he certainly wouldn't say 'I pray to you.' That's what confuses me about your post.Because the guy was asking him to save his friends and was desperate.
Then he might say 'I pray that you,' or because he's talking the way those characters really do talk, he might shorten it to 'I pray you,' like he did in the fic, but he certainly wouldn't say 'I pray to you.' That's what confuses me about your post.
EDIT: He doesn't think that Paul is his god, after all.
Would you pray to an orange glowing, spandex wearing Brit, no matter how desperate you were?
I don't know about you but he doesn't scream trustworthy to me. He doesn't even like tea! How do you trust a person like that?
You know what I meant...
True, true. It's practically in the contract for the system, after all. And you do not want to break that contract. Of course, there's always the "I'll get you next time, [Hero name here]... Next time!" variant.They all do. The closer they are to 'Orcus On His Throne' trope the better the resolution is. Of course they are also contractually obligated to only use the information they get this way to make extremely vague and open-ended ominous statements that must be capped with some variant of 'All according to plan'.
Eh, he's probably considering the likelihood of it disintegrating, exploding or waking up early if he tries it. If not various combinations of any or all three.Or he could try to assimilate it before it stats moving. That's still an option, right? I mean we all know it will mysteriously fail to work but it's an option.
Paul also doesn't wear spandex.
He either wears power armour or ordinary body armour.
Details! He is still scandalously dressed by local standards. They are a society of proud magic users, onlymeatshieldswarriors wear heavy armor and only rogues wear light body armour so I doubt it earned him any points with them. Also you saw how shamelessly he propositioned that poor Warlock woman.
Eh, he's probably considering the likelihood of it disintegrating, exploding or waking up early if he tries it. If not various combinations of any or all three.
The Sword may also not do anything to him if he's not an arcane entity, but just a magic user, but I could be wrong.
Thank you, corrected.
What a spoilt brat of an arse. I'm guessing he was never told 'no' as a child...
Thank you, corrected.Some sort of leeching spell?"
...abandoned after our previous harrowing...
I have no idea what's happening here? Did Melmoth just make himself into a superzombie? Why is he acting like that's impressive in some way? He'll never be as dapper as Sir Solomon Grundy!
If he was really industrious, he could have stitched together a corpse with the benefits of several species.
Normally I'd agree, but I have a soft spot for intelligent undead (and flesh golems) after reading about Quilt in Dominic Deegan. So let's try Paul's social-first, before the situation escalates to "purge everything."And somehow the resultingFrankenstein'sMelmoth's Monster would have all the benefits but none of the downsides of all of it parts. You know, this makes an even better case for OL at least attempting to assimilate it. Stealing a fruit of Melmoth's efforts right under his nose would feel even better than destroying it. And OL could really use a new superpowered slave. He either lost or forgot all his earlier ones.
No, he did what any necromancer in Dnd would do-find the best corpses to make a superminion out of.
A Kryptonian? A Martian? A New God? A Maltusian? An Elemental (some elementals, like Sprout/Tefe, have bodies instead of being made out of their element like Swampy)? An Almeraci? A Trommian?
If he was really industrious, he could have stitched together a corpse with the benefits of several species.
So let's try Paul's social-first, before the situation escalates to "purge everything."
I'm pretty sure the situation escalated to "purge everything" the moment they found out about Melmoth's attempt at arcane bionano grey goo getting activated. Summoning Ophi-chan and telling her to go nuts should've been his immediate reaction but whatever, we'll see where this mess goes.
On another note, what's up with Melmoth here? Is he dead dead? Only mostly dead? Pulling a Zola? Were they talking with a VI? I don't know if I'm just having a reading comprehension failure or if the characters themselves don't know?
or Melmoth survived somehow and is now in some kind of bunker hiding.
It messed up Captain Marvel pretty bad, so I don't think it's just restricted to angels, demons and gods.
Isn't the two most fundamental things the Sword of the Fallen do prevent magical healing and reincarnate the killed target as vanilla mortal? So theoretically, Melmoth would be turned into a "vanilla" Sheeda(is there such a thing?), I think? Not that Paragon has the Sword anymore.
He's definitely going to need a moment after this. Or a stiff drink. Do Columbians indulge?
Man, the Sheeda-creatures just get weirder and weirder. Why would you need all that blood?
Fuuu-... What, does this guy have one of those omniscient surveillance systems you see in bad stories? ...Well, probably, Yeah. Magic and all... But Goddamn he's annoying.
Interesting that he can't identify the cause. He hasn't noticed the railgun rounds flying? Or are they so anti-magic they don't show up on his 'cameras'?
...A Sheeda.. with restraint? No, sorry, that's such an oxymoron. I can't process it...
Yeah, nothing good can come of that much blood. And 'Melmoth' and 'Good' don't belong in the same paragraph, much less the same sentence.