Post by sineG yuG lareneG on Aug 16, 2012 2:11:39 GMT -5
Part 1
Kakariko Village was silent and forlorn, it's famed windmill that dominated the landscape no longer spinning. Every now and then a villager would hear sounds of shuffling just outside their windows and would prey that corpses had no sense of smell. Homes were boarded up with planks and furniture, with the occasional house showing signs of this security breached having no signs of life within beyond half-devoured cadavers. Loud shrieks would pierce the gloomy air, followed by sounds of muffled screams before everything faded to silence once more.
In retrospect, they probably shouldn't have lived above a tomb of evil and then built a graveyard right next to their residences.
A terrified courier accompanied Shinjiro Taiga. It was not the Redeads he feared- he could have easily lived a new life elsewhere- but the village's saviors. The march of artificial creatures he guided were far more terrifying. This legion of unnatural beings extended as far as he could see. He feared what the great Impa would think of these atrocities and wondered where it was their lack of faith that brought this tragedy upon them.
But of course, Shinjiro thought none of this. He would happily help this village in need of a hero. The village was quickly in his sight. Redeads were beginning to stir due to all the activity from the thousands of robots. Rotting features changed to something that appeared to be confusion. Where was the flesh to devour?
"STAR Division, move out!" What happened next could have only been described as massacre.
As the countless machines approached the undead, several Redeads let out a blood-curdling scream that had paralyzed all previous prey in their tracks. But the STARs were unaffected by the sound that had claimed many lives. Before they could attempt an attack, steel and powder torn their flesh and ended the borrowed life of the unholy abominations. Redeads would use their timeless tactics and latch their bodies onto the lifeless metal in an attempt to drain life, but these gundams had an alloy that would negate their ability to steal life force and proceed to end their time in this world. They were neither fast enough to run nor able to leave so much as a dent in the machines, swathes of the undead being obliterated without the option of fight or flight as they had often brought upon humans. The courier who accompanied Shinjiro saw this slaughter with both respect and fear of this.
Soon there was but a single creature left, more horrible and unholy than anything that had proceeded it. Before it could implore of these foreign forces, it was mercilessly destroyed. Shinjiro turned to the messenger, who was shocked into silence by the display he had just witnessed.
"You said something about a well?"
-----
Legends were told of the Shadow Temple by old villagers who remembered the tales from when they were mere children. It was said the that the Shadow Temple was the point where all evil of the land was to be contained, concentrated within the ancient stones deep beneath the earth. Hatred, jealousy, greed... All the sins of man were to be concealed from sight and forgotten, so that they may live in the light and refuse to acknowledge the darkness that lived within them. But the evil began to manifest in new ways that spread it's influence outside the confines of the tomb. Citizens would find themselves driven mad over their crimes, being lured into the Shadow Temple in the dead of night to end their lives and spill their blood upon the cold stone. Gallows, whipping posts, guillotines began to appear, with fresh blood always appearing overnight no matter what precautions were put in place.
Eventually it was learned that a local resident of the village above the temple experienced none of the problems occurring in other villagers. The man who could see the truth, they called him, took it upon himself to seal away the evil with an artifact that had been passed down. With several generations of sages to guard over it, the Shadow Temple faded from memory and was sealed away. The entrance was filled in with solid rock, and hidden by an innocuous structure. Everything was peaceful for centuries to come. That is, until the passing of the last heir of the seer of truth...
Shinjiro cleared away several meters of dirt and rock. The passage was far to small to accommodate any STARs, and especially not a whole army of them. Perhaps it was a bit excessive to bring so much firepower along with him... Fortunately, the temple itself was more vertically-tolerate. The remains of a giant stone door was in ruins and opened up into a room that diverged into two dark passages. One had a recent trail of blood leading down the path, large enough to have been two or three people. One was entirely red.
A skeleton was crucified in the middle of these, lacking both arms and a message painted above it in smeared blood that read "ALL ROADS LEAD TO DAMNATION".
Well, at least they went through the trouble of a greeting.
"I know this place looks grim, but there's terrified citizens counting on us. I'll lead the effort to kill the beast. Everyone else, search for the captives..." Shinjiro didn't want to think how much of the captives they might find. Shinjiro andCheiron Sagitta led the way down the blood-matted path, while Subaru and Gemini went to clear out the other sections of the temple. Division of the troops were a simple matter of two continuous supply lines, as the narrow opening would keep them for quite some time. Ungodly amounts of troops did have their setbacks.
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It wasn't long before the army encountered the first of the enemies. ReDeads who have never seen the light of day turned towards those unnatural beings that brought with them the blinding pain.
These weren't the same as the soft-skinned zombies that ventured above. Their skin had petrified and became as hard as stone, and did not move without purpose. They rushed upon the newcomers and leap onto the glaring eyes that tormented them with their gaze. All adopted this attack pattern and covered the machines with their bodies, prying away their weapons and turning it on them to reach the kernel of life that hid from them in their shell. Lead and steel glanced off their ancient flesh and downed only a few of the initial charge. Gibdos were not nearly as strong as these uber ReDeads, but they emerged from the dark and threw themselves in the way of the STARs that already had trouble navigating the small passages, proving themselves hazardous even in re-death.
This blockage did not last long before Shinjiro's blades grew red. With a blur of speed he sliced through the corpses of all the undead clogging the way, clearing most of it out of the way. It didn't take long for more to flood the path.
Zombies are notoriously bad at improvising, so the next hour is occupied by a repetitive pattern of clogging and slaughter. Piercing screams were ever-present, from both simple-minded hungry and pain. While seemingly pointless, this did have a more subtle effect of demoralizing and deafening soldiers. In the end they were only the warm-up for the true monster.
Dead Hand was enjoying it's feast upon the young when it was interrupted from it's ritual by it's worst minions who deserved nothing less than an incinerator. They fled rather than waste their borrowed time in stalling those who interrupted his important business, and so he gave the ugly beings no time to implore him for mercy and ate them whole.
The number of dead in the well was falling at a critical rate, and it could hear the sounds of clashing metal nearby. The chorus of piercing screams that was omnipresent in the Temple faded as remaining ReDeads were given a proper burial. More of it's minions fled into the room to their lord in hopes of survival. It devoured them all. The tunnel to it's dark cavern was lit with red as Shinjiro finished off the blockade with his Pnema-infused odachis.
Dead Hand eyed the newcomers like a dingo watches a human baby. That is to say, with hunger.
---
Kurobus were having an easier time navigating the well thanks to their stealth. Keese were used to the darkness and more adept at locating them unlike the blood lust of the zombies, but proved easy to silence. Thanks to the Void Crystal attached to Subaru's Night Lotus STAR, any attempts by the undead to impede their efforts and block the way was cut down before it could become an annoyance. Much more progress was made through this method, although Shinjiro's Mad Tiger's Breath was more efficient at killing them.
NOTE TO SELF: CONTINUE BORING STUFF LATER.
---
The Dead Hand made the first move. It plucked a Green Bubble from the air with an arm sprouting from the ceiling at flung it at Shinjiro. Odachis were raised in defense as he preformed Raging Tiger's Fang to deliver a devastating slash, and it gave several seconds of frantic effort to change course. The skull was cut clean in half and fell to the ground.
Dozens of hand sprouted up from the ground, rapidly gathering up rocks they had just dislodged and flinging them at
Hecatonchires
---
Losses:
GET!!!
Credits:
ReDolan provided in some weird coincidence a long time ago by TGG
Gibdolan©℗®™, Green Dolan©℗®™ and keesepls©℗®™ CHARMILLIONAIRE
Kakariko Village was silent and forlorn, it's famed windmill that dominated the landscape no longer spinning. Every now and then a villager would hear sounds of shuffling just outside their windows and would prey that corpses had no sense of smell. Homes were boarded up with planks and furniture, with the occasional house showing signs of this security breached having no signs of life within beyond half-devoured cadavers. Loud shrieks would pierce the gloomy air, followed by sounds of muffled screams before everything faded to silence once more.
In retrospect, they probably shouldn't have lived above a tomb of evil and then built a graveyard right next to their residences.
A terrified courier accompanied Shinjiro Taiga. It was not the Redeads he feared- he could have easily lived a new life elsewhere- but the village's saviors. The march of artificial creatures he guided were far more terrifying. This legion of unnatural beings extended as far as he could see. He feared what the great Impa would think of these atrocities and wondered where it was their lack of faith that brought this tragedy upon them.
But of course, Shinjiro thought none of this. He would happily help this village in need of a hero. The village was quickly in his sight. Redeads were beginning to stir due to all the activity from the thousands of robots. Rotting features changed to something that appeared to be confusion. Where was the flesh to devour?
"STAR Division, move out!" What happened next could have only been described as massacre.
As the countless machines approached the undead, several Redeads let out a blood-curdling scream that had paralyzed all previous prey in their tracks. But the STARs were unaffected by the sound that had claimed many lives. Before they could attempt an attack, steel and powder torn their flesh and ended the borrowed life of the unholy abominations. Redeads would use their timeless tactics and latch their bodies onto the lifeless metal in an attempt to drain life, but these gundams had an alloy that would negate their ability to steal life force and proceed to end their time in this world. They were neither fast enough to run nor able to leave so much as a dent in the machines, swathes of the undead being obliterated without the option of fight or flight as they had often brought upon humans. The courier who accompanied Shinjiro saw this slaughter with both respect and fear of this.
Soon there was but a single creature left, more horrible and unholy than anything that had proceeded it. Before it could implore of these foreign forces, it was mercilessly destroyed. Shinjiro turned to the messenger, who was shocked into silence by the display he had just witnessed.
"You said something about a well?"
-----
Legends were told of the Shadow Temple by old villagers who remembered the tales from when they were mere children. It was said the that the Shadow Temple was the point where all evil of the land was to be contained, concentrated within the ancient stones deep beneath the earth. Hatred, jealousy, greed... All the sins of man were to be concealed from sight and forgotten, so that they may live in the light and refuse to acknowledge the darkness that lived within them. But the evil began to manifest in new ways that spread it's influence outside the confines of the tomb. Citizens would find themselves driven mad over their crimes, being lured into the Shadow Temple in the dead of night to end their lives and spill their blood upon the cold stone. Gallows, whipping posts, guillotines began to appear, with fresh blood always appearing overnight no matter what precautions were put in place.
Eventually it was learned that a local resident of the village above the temple experienced none of the problems occurring in other villagers. The man who could see the truth, they called him, took it upon himself to seal away the evil with an artifact that had been passed down. With several generations of sages to guard over it, the Shadow Temple faded from memory and was sealed away. The entrance was filled in with solid rock, and hidden by an innocuous structure. Everything was peaceful for centuries to come. That is, until the passing of the last heir of the seer of truth...
Shinjiro cleared away several meters of dirt and rock. The passage was far to small to accommodate any STARs, and especially not a whole army of them. Perhaps it was a bit excessive to bring so much firepower along with him... Fortunately, the temple itself was more vertically-tolerate. The remains of a giant stone door was in ruins and opened up into a room that diverged into two dark passages. One had a recent trail of blood leading down the path, large enough to have been two or three people. One was entirely red.
A skeleton was crucified in the middle of these, lacking both arms and a message painted above it in smeared blood that read "ALL ROADS LEAD TO DAMNATION".
Well, at least they went through the trouble of a greeting.
"I know this place looks grim, but there's terrified citizens counting on us. I'll lead the effort to kill the beast. Everyone else, search for the captives..." Shinjiro didn't want to think how much of the captives they might find. Shinjiro and
---
It wasn't long before the army encountered the first of the enemies. ReDeads who have never seen the light of day turned towards those unnatural beings that brought with them the blinding pain.
These weren't the same as the soft-skinned zombies that ventured above. Their skin had petrified and became as hard as stone, and did not move without purpose. They rushed upon the newcomers and leap onto the glaring eyes that tormented them with their gaze. All adopted this attack pattern and covered the machines with their bodies, prying away their weapons and turning it on them to reach the kernel of life that hid from them in their shell. Lead and steel glanced off their ancient flesh and downed only a few of the initial charge. Gibdos were not nearly as strong as these uber ReDeads, but they emerged from the dark and threw themselves in the way of the STARs that already had trouble navigating the small passages, proving themselves hazardous even in re-death.
This blockage did not last long before Shinjiro's blades grew red. With a blur of speed he sliced through the corpses of all the undead clogging the way, clearing most of it out of the way. It didn't take long for more to flood the path.
Zombies are notoriously bad at improvising, so the next hour is occupied by a repetitive pattern of clogging and slaughter. Piercing screams were ever-present, from both simple-minded hungry and pain. While seemingly pointless, this did have a more subtle effect of demoralizing and deafening soldiers. In the end they were only the warm-up for the true monster.
Dead Hand was enjoying it's feast upon the young when it was interrupted from it's ritual by it's worst minions who deserved nothing less than an incinerator. They fled rather than waste their borrowed time in stalling those who interrupted his important business, and so he gave the ugly beings no time to implore him for mercy and ate them whole.
The number of dead in the well was falling at a critical rate, and it could hear the sounds of clashing metal nearby. The chorus of piercing screams that was omnipresent in the Temple faded as remaining ReDeads were given a proper burial. More of it's minions fled into the room to their lord in hopes of survival. It devoured them all. The tunnel to it's dark cavern was lit with red as Shinjiro finished off the blockade with his Pnema-infused odachis.
Dead Hand eyed the newcomers like a dingo watches a human baby. That is to say, with hunger.
---
Kurobus were having an easier time navigating the well thanks to their stealth. Keese were used to the darkness and more adept at locating them unlike the blood lust of the zombies, but proved easy to silence. Thanks to the Void Crystal attached to Subaru's Night Lotus STAR, any attempts by the undead to impede their efforts and block the way was cut down before it could become an annoyance. Much more progress was made through this method, although Shinjiro's Mad Tiger's Breath was more efficient at killing them.
NOTE TO SELF: CONTINUE BORING STUFF LATER.
---
The Dead Hand made the first move. It plucked a Green Bubble from the air with an arm sprouting from the ceiling at flung it at Shinjiro. Odachis were raised in defense as he preformed Raging Tiger's Fang to deliver a devastating slash, and it gave several seconds of frantic effort to change course. The skull was cut clean in half and fell to the ground.
Dozens of hand sprouted up from the ground, rapidly gathering up rocks they had just dislodged and flinging them at
Hecatonchires
---
Losses:
GET!!!
Credits:
ReDolan provided in some weird coincidence a long time ago by TGG
Gibdolan©℗®™, Green Dolan©℗®™ and keesepls©℗®™ CHARMILLIONAIRE
to finally emerge. Coincidentally, a similar rotting hand was leaving it's damp dwelling within a well in another land.