February 21, 2011
We have three races of Xemmoni on one side of us, a hundred strong, pushing us back towards a cliff face with an 800 foot drop, while an equal number of the horrid undulating death knows as the Migo blot out the stars with their flying maggoty shapes. Their shrill flutish speech could very well drive us insane before either group reaches even us.
The Xemmoni draw back in awe, more than happy to witness the Migo finish our days.
The flying horde hovers closer; they are a true horror to behold. Segments of skin, the color of a dead fish’s belly, divided their long body like a worm. Wings that seem too small to hold up a creature a third their size beat frantically, while each of their fungoid bodies sprouts a flailing mass of tentacles.
Then one is crying out and plunging to its death below. “Did that thing just get hit by a spear?”
There is a black puff, like antimatter being beaten out of a dirty rug and a haggard figure with a full beard and a wild head of hair is standing between us. “I hate the fucking Migo,” he hisses, as a flying spear returns to the ledge and he plucks it from the air.
Then, turning towards us, he says, “hold on tight!”
There is a moment of ultimate darkness and then suddenly, we are warm. Not only that, we’re in some battered wooden room, with a messy bed, a half full bottle of wine, and a glowing wood stove.
“Where the Hell are we?” I demand.
Hannah’s hand fills with the wine bottle and she looks like she is about to smash it over this guy’s head. “Yeah, what have you done to us?”
Now that I have a second to take in this spear-man, I see that he is looking rather ratty, wearing not only black, but ripped layer after layer of half destroyed jackets and stranger garments.
“Wearing all black, huh,” I say. “What’re you another of those Splinter Darcarre?”
He spits on the floor. “Watch what you say. I’ve killed people for less. I hate them almost as much as the Migo, wait… I might hate them more.”
I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Okay bub, you might have, probably did, just save us, but we still tend to ask a question or two… when… we…find…”
My voice trailed off when Hannah opened the mangled rust colored curtain and reveled the sight of a volcano erupting in the distance, but I barely noticed this for my eyes were glued to the dim blood-red sun that was about half the size of the one I’ve been seeing every other day of my life.
“What the hell…”
“Careful what you say,” Hannah broke in. “We might already be there.”
The stranger actually grinned. “I assure you that you reside in no such place. You are on the planet Lokis and I am Devo Devins.”
“Why does that name sound so familiar?”
“It should or perhaps it shouldn’t, on my world, or at least what I consider my world, you were one of my allies.”
I stumble back until only the wall is holding me up. Visions burst into my consciousness unbidden. I see myself, fighting with a strange sea of unknown allies, but they are yet so familiar. I see villains, the same I have fought at times and also some completely different.
“You are starting to understand,” Devo says with a humorless grin, and that is the last thing I remember before the visions overtake me and my world goes dark.
February 14, 2011
Edgar’s dagger flashed up, ready to use Hannah’s sacrifice as a way to keep his insane gateway to the Migo world open and make our Earth a foul dark hell.
I had already begun an altered version of my ‘Man to Snake’ Spell, and the goons restraining me cried out when my arms disappeared and they were left holding my leather as I lunged forward.
I willed my arms to grow back, but there might not have been enough time, so my boot took Edgar in the center of the chest. Edgar’s eyes grew large and he cart wheeled his arms for a moment trying to balance himself. Then the dagger slipped from his fingers as he begun to topple backwards. With a long drawn out wail, he tumbled from the high cliff.
Myself and about fifty Darcarre watched their leader fall, but before he hit bottom, his body exploded into two hundred flapped bat-sized pieces of darkness and flew off in a dozen directions.
“Crap, I hate it when they don’t die!”
My arms were back now, but this might not do me much good with the Darcarre blocking me from any sort of freedom and over a hundred Migo undulating, maggot white, against the bleak night sky.
I snatched up the dagger and set in to cutting Hannah’s bonds, but the Darcarre were already coming at me. Things weren’t looking good, until suddenly they backed off. I wasn’t sure why I was blessed with this good fortune, until I realized there was nothing good about it at all.
Tentacles lashed and snapped as a full twenty Migo began to fly toward the altar. I looked down the cliff and almost jumped again, but figured that would put me into their clutches. So instead, I chopped at the remainder of the ropes that held Hannah. She was finally coming to.
“Wake up, baby; we have some work to do.”
“What is it this time?”
We have to figure a way to fight through a hundred Xemmoni while we have about that many Migo at our backs, we are both spent, and all we have is this dagger.”
“I’ve always liked a challenge.” She said, while somehow managing a smile.
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February 7, 2011
I smashed into a hulking Darcarre with both my boots. There was a thundering crack, and the scumbag was dead before he hit the ground. I snatched his spiked mace out of the air, as I fell, and was already laying into people before my feet joined his body at the edge of the pinnacle. At once, I had a strange feeling of déjà vu, because I was in the same situation I had been in before, surrounded and helplessly outnumbered by Darcarre.
Only this time they were trying to sacrifice Hannah, not me.
Darcarre were grabbing at my clothes and trying to get a hold, but I was swinging my mace around like a blind manic batter. In the distance, I heard the shouting of what could have been my allies, but they would have to fight their way through almost a hundred Xemmoni before they could help me out here at the edge of the drop off.
“Stop, the fool,” Edgar was shouting. “Come, you imbeciles, he is only one man!”
Black robes fluttered around me until I felt like I was covered with a thousand angry bats. Weapons came at me from every direction. I ducked and weaved as I could and was often rewarded with a yell when one of the Darcarre struck their fellow. From somewhere, a large dagger was able to fill my left hand and I laid into their masses with twin attacks, but Edgar was screaming. No matter how I tried, it might not be enough.
A stream of curses exploded from my lips and I redoubled my efforts. I was bleeding from twenty wounds and had already healed myself twice, but I could finally see Edgar and the prone form of Hannah. She was unconscious, but at least still lived, but that wouldn’t last long if I didn’t act fast.
“You are too late Primus, the dark Moon raises between the peeks. You and everything your kind holds dear is about to be expunged!”
Hands had my jacket and I let them restrain me. I had a plan. “No don’t kill him yet, let him watch. I want him to know the doom that is in store for his world.”
”The Gate opens!” I watched in horror as a hundred sickly maggot forms spilled out of a hole in the sky. White bloated things with wretched wings that dripped a foul mucus.
“Migo, you evil fuck! You’re opening a gate for the damn Migo!” I screamed.
He only laughed.
“Yes, indeed, and now I have to but stab this dagger through her heart to make the gate permanent and then your world shall be ours!”
Edgar’s dagger flashed up and all I could think was, this had better work