plot } the creatures descend.

[synergismus]

Who: Everyone!
What: Creatures descend!
Where: All across the city, although attacks will be most fervent at its heart.
When: Friday/Veerdi evening and into the week.
Notes: Slow and back-tagging is, as always, permitted. If you are confused, look at these two posts for more information.
Warnings: Violence, creepiness, swearing knowing these characters.

On Veerdi, the presence of the creatures reaches a fever pitch. Something has provoked them into launching an all-out assault, though it is one that begins slowly. The pipe-crawlers, generally harmless though they may be, are seen across homes in Baedal, sneaking up through the pipes and into bathtub drains or sinks. They come by the dozens, and their keening makes most homeowners nauseated--but it's their appearance that leads to a number of distressed Network calls.

This is just the distraction for the rest.

The call of the crawlers draws in the armored, sickly creatures with the tiny primates carried inside of it. They are inelegantly lumbering, but much faster than one might expect, and certainly hostile. They trudge across the city, barreling over anyone who gets in their path and leaving them half-crushed in the street. They're certainly unsettling in their obvious unhealthiness, and the disease-ridden animals they carry are downright vicious, especially once they escape (messily, bloodily) from their fleshy cage.

It's the birds that are the worst, though; the cleverest, and the cruelest.

These strange black birds are resistant to typical attacks and flying in large groups. They descend on pedestrians, picking at their eyes and faces, ready to rapidly tear flesh from bone until there's nothing left but skeletal remains. They fly out of range when they can, only to divebomb anyone who might think they've escaped.

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[ofminastirith.livejournal.com]

Boromir is another cohort member that can be found busily battling the creatures around Brock Marsh. Mostly stalkers, their parasites and large piles of pipe-crawlers that cry out to the other, bigger creatures and cause nausea for himself and any remaining citizens. For the most part he has left the crows to their own devices (little does he know that his cloak contains a little more than the best of elven knitting patterns) -perhaps incorrectly, he believes them to be spies, since that is the closest approximation they have in his own world.

Upon sighting Kriv from a short distance away, he raises his sword in a defensive stance, half-expecting the creature in front of him to attack. Kriv certainly looks like something out of Mordor -scales, battle-crazed, fire and ruin in his wake.

But just, just when Boromir thinks about charging to attack, he realises that whatever it is seems to be fighting the same creatures that are attacking the city.

This is definitely the pinnacle of the strange situation he has found himself in today.

[scorpiontongue.livejournal.com]

Kriv's current foe falls, and the flash of a raised sword at the edge of his vision makes his head come up like a dog that has just scented blood. Frilled ears spread wide, eyes alight, tongue only just stilled from a string of awful curses in a language not made for mortal flesh to utter - yes, he does look like something out of Mordor, though under the gore his chainmail is too fine to be orc-made.

Across the short distance of the battlefield their eyes meet, and he calls out defiantly: "Man! You raise your blade at me?"

[ofminastirith.livejournal.com]

Equally as defiant, words filled with fury, Boromir calls out, "I raise my blade only at my enemies: those in allegiance with the forces of Mordor against the free peoples of Middle Earth. But since I no longer find myself there, I consider anyone who attacks this city, and its citizens, without need or reason, to be equally worthy of being cut down in battle."

His distrust is more than obvious. "Who do you stand with?"