NPF Avatars IV, Chapter II: The Doom That Came to Earth Temple

[Arhra]

OOC: DB, I won't go so far as to give a full warning, but what you have done so far is above the acceptable level of power. Incidently, its more the demons than the undead that's the problem. Be more careful in the future.

Arhra almost sighed as she saw the cultists approach. She'd had enough of hordes of crappy enemies. While variety was good in that she might learn a new ability, the only power she might learn from these wretches was the power to suck. And not in some sort of fun black hole style way.

As Arhra pondered the various upsides and downsides of being a singularity, the cultists attacked and she found herself being clumsily swiped at with what appeared to be a heavy thurible by a cultist who loomed over her.

Of course, it was quite easy to loom over Arhra. Bringing much attention to this fact wasn't very wise though. Obviously this cultist had picked her out as she was the smallest in the group seeing how much looming he seemed to be trying to do.

Rather than strike fear into her though, it had quite the opposite effect. His very height was an insult to her! But she'd be the last one laughing, mainly because the other guy would be dead. Petite frame galvanised into motion, Arhra summoned up her chaotic magic.

Now, Arhra's magical strength varied with with her incarnations and was weaker in this physically powerful form than her more magically inclined ones. Still, while not the best magic in the world for killing a great many foes at once, Arhra found it more than sufficient to add that touch of extra spice to her attacks. She formed her intent around a single word and cried it as she released her power, "Kasplode!"

Technically that wasn't a word, but it worked for her purposes. Indeed, the virulence of the effect surprised her a little as snakes of chaotic energy bored into him, seeming to feast themsleves on his blood before exploding. A few tiny ones cast off by the explosion even latched onto to other cultists and began the process anew.

A flickering corona of energy dancing around her head, Arhra turned to regard the next closest cultist who had stopped at this display of power, "Hail Endbringer!" they cried, prostrating themselves. Arhra looked at them quite blankly. It really was the last thing she expected to hear in this kind of situation. It wasn't like she'd done anything particularly impressive either. Somewhat confused, Arhra defaulted to violence.

The problem, she mused as she clubbed a different cultist to death with a fistful of vertebrae, was that the clueless could really surprise you at times. Probably because they were so stupid.

Take for instance that cultist over there who'd someone managed to get a summoning rite so wrong that the spidery horror that presumably was what he'd been trying to summon was crawling out of his brain. Arhra realised that perhaps she should do something to stop it and headed over there. Spindly legs supported it and strange liquid sacs making up most of its body slowly inflacted as it freed itself. A set of mixed eyes opened in its shifting mass turned to fix on Arhra and an air bladder inflated to wheeze the word, "Arhra?"

Arhra's eyes widened in recognition, "Xrx'crgth'lk!" she said, somehow pronouncing the name, "Still as indescrible as ever I see! How have you been?" And then Arhra went on to talk about old times with the chaos spawn in a conversation punctuated with violence towards cultists.