Entry tags:
- !plot: at the mountains of madness,
- aeneas,
- ben 10,
- blin,
- buffy summers,
- captain kirk,
- castiel,
- claire redfield,
- danny phantom,
- dean winchester,
- gauron,
- indiana jones,
- jono starsmore,
- lafiel,
- leon s. kennedy,
- matt olsen,
- ronon dex,
- roxie schreiber,
- sam winchester,
- son of satan,
- static,
- zelda and sheik
The Challenge From Beyond - The Final Confrontation
Welcome to the Unholy Cathedral at the heart of Escherville. It is here, in this place, that the Nightmare King has made his bid for release.
And he will not be stopped by the likes of you.
More monstrosities pour out of every angle, intent on ending this adventure. These monsters are every bit as horrific as the ones you all faced to get to this point, though you will quickly notice there is something drastically different about them.
Magic does not affect these creatures. At all.
Your spells do nothing. Your prayers are meaningless. The power of your God is useless against them.
No force in heaven or hell can affect them.
Nothing at all Magical can hurt them.
And he will not be stopped by the likes of you.
More monstrosities pour out of every angle, intent on ending this adventure. These monsters are every bit as horrific as the ones you all faced to get to this point, though you will quickly notice there is something drastically different about them.
Magic does not affect these creatures. At all.
Your spells do nothing. Your prayers are meaningless. The power of your God is useless against them.
No force in heaven or hell can affect them.
Nothing at all Magical can hurt them.

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Or so Aeneas was assuming, once he realized that there were far too many monsters to keep holding off by just brute force. That was one of the problems he’d encountered last mission—trying to bottleneck the forces into a more manageable horde of sorts. Here he actually had a way to do this.
The alien inched his way to a weak point in the column, soon finding a hairline fissure with his sensitive plates, and began working away with his tail to make it larger. Of course, this was a solid stone pillar we’re talking about, and thus Aeneas was far from strong enough to make much more of a dent than what was already present. He quickly became frustrated and began furiously clawing at it with his front legs.
A pause. The flecks of stone crusting the inside of his feet were damp…
Aeneas closed his eyes, blocking out the noise from the battle around him, searching within his synapses for that little spark of energy…Yes, there it was. The gentle caress of the tide filled his senses, flowing outward, searching the column for moisture and drawing it back in easy waves, leading it through rifts and veins towards a single section. It gathered…
Pressure built up in the fault. Suddenly—CRACK—the pillar fractured violently, then again just below the capital as it dried. Aeneas grinned triumphantly despite the obvious danger (and the realization that he’d just used up all of Matt’s energy boost for that task), and, with a funny, ironic sort of trill, he jammed the tapered fuisti on his tail into the gash.
A massive shifting of stone showered dirt upon the battlefield; the column groaned and heaved, crumbling ominously for several moments. And then it began to collapse.
Aeneas made a desperate leap for Sheeana’s desert worm.
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