Primal Part I

June 27, 2011

Both Ethan and I tried to block the sprung trap. Ethan was faster, for all the good it did him. An old oil drum had been covered with sharp lava rocks. In swung down in an arc, but instead of catching Hannah from behind, it smashed into both Ethan and Hannah. Ethan had probably saved her life, but at the cost of being knocked unconscious along with her.

I reached down and healed them both. Their breathing became regular, but it looked like I would be on my own for a while.

Looking toward the odd angled mess these freaks tried to call a cabin, I saw a foul fog pouring into the forest.  This was quickly followed by shapes filling the woods with an evil echoing cackle as they leapt out of two different doors and headed my way.

“These things always travel in packs of six, the bastards.” Looking down, I said, “I guess I have two choices, buddies. I can take the battle to them; I can just try to defend you where you lay.” My eyes told me that the trees around me were dead, decayed, corrupt. “Or a third option,” I said as I threw both of their bodies on either shoulder, “we can retreat.”

It was their playground and I was carrying two people, so yeah, they gained on me. But I had a good head start and only needed to do one thing—make it past their line of corruption.

I came to the last incline we had ascended and took it down as quickly as I dared. The Glooms were right behind me and I heard them hooting when they reached the top of the ridge.  These guttural shouts became twisted laughs as they hurled weapons down at me. What started with daggers and rusty tools, switched to head sized rocks.

Some pointed thing pierced my jeans drawing blood and I let out a stream of curses that would have made an inmate blush. A rock the size of a six-pack bounced off the side of Ethan’s cheek. “That will leave a mark.”

It was a harsh reality, but my wounded compatriots protected me from most of the damage and I managed to make it past the tree line, at the base of the rocky incline, before my legs gave out.

Once I reached a dozen yards into the natural forest, I dropped my allies on a huge patch of emerald moss and looked back. The Glooms were hopping from boulder to boulder while their grey mists swarmed around them. They were difficult to see, but appeared to be garbed in animal skins and favored short clubs with jagged chucks of metal curved into a crescent that mimicked the Grim Reaper.

Still gasping, I laid my hand upon a colossal pine. With a titanic creak, it followed the instructions I gave it, bending down and then lifting my associates into its highest branches. 

With my friends a hundred feet safely over my head, I readied my weapons. “Ok Gloomies. You may have me outnumbered, but my handicap is gone. I say bring this on. I might even enjoy this.”

 

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Rocky Mountain Rump

June 20, 2011

It didn’t take long for some of the people that we had rescued to contact the various authorities and they came swarming into town on foot, by vehicle, and chopper. It also didn’t take long for us to realize that everyone we worked so hard to save was being put into quarantine.
 
Maybe it was for the best, but we sure weren’t interested in sharing their fate so, using our various means of trickery, we fled northwest into the San Juan mountain range. In some respects, this was good because as a servant of Yig I certainly love all things nature, but it also meant I was leaving another motorcycle behind and it didn’t take long from the griping to begin.
 
As we climbed up a steep shale covered hill, Ethan tried to complain between gasps for air. “That’s the thing about hanging out with you Yig types; you just think nothing about hiking upteen miles through the forest. Oh, there is a 14,000 mountain in the way—I bet there will be a great view from up there. You know I didn’t work my ass off saving all those people just to sleep in the dirt and have a pine cone for dinner.” When I didn’t grace his tirade with a response, he went on to say. “Oh, what does he care? He’ll probably just become a snake, curl up under some leaves tonight and eat a chipmunk or something.”
 
Sweat was glistening off Hannah’s brow as she spoke. “For once I kind of agree with big mouth over here. What’s the plan anyway? Are we going to hike without any real supplies all the way to Cortez.”
 
“I’m not sure about you, but personally I’d rather be free over being locked up for a few weeks while soldiers ask us a lot of questions we can’t answer and people keep bringing up things like me becoming a snake or you firing rays of burning light out of your hands.”
 
“Good point,” was all she said and then kept her breath for hiking.
 
It was getting dark by the time we crested the mountain ridge and made our way into a densely treed valley. The going was easier on the lungs, but the trees were so thick that I took to carving a path through the dead limbs with a good sized club that I have found for myself.
 
“This place is sorta creepy,” Hannah offered as night worked its dark fingers into the land.
I was just about to suggest that we find a place to bed down when I smelled smoke. I pointed it out to the others and Ethan said, “Well crap, since I’m hanging out with you it will probably be some degenerate tribe of cannibals or something.”
 
Ignoring Ethan, I sent out my Detect Darkening spell. We were still a ways off, but even at this distance something was registering. A sickly swirling gray, like the color of dead skin. “It’s the Glooms,” I managed to get out before Hannah’s boot hit the tripwire.
 
 
 
 

 

Edgar steeped closer to Hannah. His jagged knife was bared and with enough Migo tentacles to suffocate a school bus full of kids holding me, I was powerless to help her.

“In your short time as a Stalwart you have become quite a curse, Primus. For what have done to the Overlord alone, I will enjoy watching you helplessly squirm as I slowly destroy your mate’s beautiful face!”

And that was when Ethan burst into the room bathing all those in front of him with flame, including Hannah. At first, I feared that she would be burnt with the rest of them, but she seemed as immune to fire as Ethan was.

Me, I decided to mix it up and instead of changing into a small snake, so I could escape, I became the largest snake I could imagine. My fanged filled mouth clamped down over the head of a Darcarre, while my coils dislodged the tentacle’s grip and slammed the Migo against the theater walls.

I caught a brace of Migo within my coils and let them feel the real squeeze until they erupted like foul rotting mushrooms. Between my sudden attack and half the place falling into flames, the theater was flung into chaos. The screen caught on fire filling the room with bellowing clouds of chemical laced smoke.

I saw Edgar try to scream a few commands but then scream for a very different reason when Ethan lit him up with his flame pistol. As if remembering hers for the first time, Hannah joined the man in red and the room became an inferno. That was when we heard the frying prisoners scream. Hannah was panic stricken. She gasped when she realized innocents were being hurt.

The Xemmoni were in full retreat, falling back into hallways and rooms that were already ablaze behind them.  As I transformed back into a man, I saw a candle headed Edgar lead a knot of Darcarre through the hole I had busted into the wall. I wanted to pursue, but the victims of both the Migo and now these flames needed help.

The only positive about being bathed in flames were that it melted the Migo mucus that was binding the prisoners. It was a horrid task, but with my two allies both being immune to flame, we were able to rescue another twenty six people. Although some of them were pretty crunchy by the time they made it out.

Looking back, I saw that the entire building was a tower of fire. Nothing would survive that blaze. I figured Edgar and a few of his nestlings had made good their escape, but frankly I was too exhausted to care. I just wanted to sit down and wash the grime from my face, but instead I went through the victims offering healing both mundane and Magickal.

When we were spent, Ethan looked over at me and said. “I think we have done more than enough for these people, what do you say we hit that Ska pub before the army heads in. I for one think we deserve as much free beer as we can drink!”

“I agree,” I said and after helping Hannah to her feet, we limped to her ride. “I just hope I can scrounge up a cheese steak,” I grumbled, as we raced through the empty streets.

 

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Edgar steeped closer to Hannah. His jagged knife was bared and with enough Migo tentacles to suffocate a school bus full of kids holding me, I was powerless to help her.

“In your short time as a Stalwart you have become quite a curse, Primus. For what have done to the Overlord alone, I will enjoy watching you helplessly squirm as I slowly destroy your mate’s beautiful face!”

And that was when Ethan burst into the room bathing all those in front of him with flame, including Hannah. At first, I feared that she would be burnt with the rest of them, but she seemed as immune to fire as Ethan was.

Me, I decided to mix it up and instead of changing into a small snake, so I could escape, I became the largest snake I could imagine. My fanged filled mouth clamped down over the head of a Darcarre, while my coils dislodged the tentacle’s grip and slammed the Migo against the theater walls.

I caught a brace of Migo within my coils and let them feel the real squeeze until they erupted like foul rotting mushrooms. Between my sudden attack and half the place falling into flames, the theater was flung into chaos. The screen caught on fire filling the room with bellowing clouds of chemical laced smoke.

I saw Edgar try to scream a few commands but then scream for a very different reason when Ethan lit him up with his flame pistol. As if remembering hers for the first time, Hannah joined the man in red and the room became an inferno. That was when we heard the frying prisoners scream. Hannah was panic stricken. She gasped when she realized innocents were being hurt.

The Xemmoni were in full retreat, falling back into hallways and rooms that were already ablaze behind them.  As I transformed back into a man, I saw a candle headed Edgar lead a knot of Darcarre through the hole I had busted into the wall. I wanted to pursue, but the victims of both the Migo and now these flames needed help.

The only positive about being bathed in flames were that it melted the Migo mucus that was binding the prisoners. It was a horrid task, but with my two allies both being immune to flame, we were able to rescue another twenty six people. Although some of them were pretty crunchy by the time they made it out.

Looking back, I saw that the entire building was a tower of fire. Nothing would survive that blaze. I figured Edgar and a few of his nestlings had made good their escape, but frankly I was too exhausted to care. I just wanted to sit down and wash the grime from my face, but instead I went through the victims offering healing both mundane and Magickal.

When we were spent, Ethan looked over at me and said. “I think we have done more than enough for these people, what do you say we hit that Ska pub before the army heads in. I for one think we deserve as much free beer as we can drink!”

 “I agree,” I said and after helping Hannah to her feet, we limped to her ride. “I just hope I can scrounge up a cheese steak,” I grumbled, as we raced through the empty streets.

 

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