"It's okay," shouts Ray, relieved. "You're not dead, that's the-"
The livid, rippling sky ripples further. Pulses of purple and black swirl together, drawing themselves inward in rapidly glimmering concentric rings-
Something that would be a lightning strike if lightning were ever composed of pure, unwholesome greenblackpurple iridescence rather than a jagged blue-white flash shoots simultaneously up from the center of the roof and down from the hole in the sky, and a figure easily twice the size of Namtar steps out of it. A pair of winged creatures that might, once, have been the sort of lions one finds in the southern reaches of Tolnedra dive down from the clouds to flank it.
"Mistress!" shouts Namtar. Ray pales.
"'Mistress'?" Peter repeats, momentarily looking away from Namtar and diverting his stream. "Ray, who-"
The figure lets out a stream of terrible sounding syllables as it raises one arm. Ray pales; Egon translates.
"'If you do not send that god to me-'"
"Garion! We need to get rid of both Ereshkigal and Namtar!"
"'-According to the rites of Erkalla and the great Earth-' "
The lion-things spread massive, blackened wings and grin in ways that no cats should be able to.
"Peter! You and Egon concentrate on Big E there! Garion! You and Sooty lay into Namtar and Shandor!"
"'-I shall raise up the dead, and they will eat the living-'"
"Yeah, okay, Spengs, I don't think we need any more translation-" Peter swings his thrower around to face Ereshkigal. "Yo! Goth girl!"
"I shall make the dead outnumber the liv- AAAARGH!"
As Namtar staggers free of the streams and the goddess lets out her own scream, the lions launch themselves into the air.
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Date: 2005-10-10 05:39 pm (UTC)The livid, rippling sky ripples further. Pulses of purple and black swirl together, drawing themselves inward in rapidly glimmering concentric rings-
Something that would be a lightning strike if lightning were ever composed of pure, unwholesome greenblackpurple iridescence rather than a jagged blue-white flash shoots simultaneously up from the center of the roof and down from the hole in the sky, and a figure easily twice the size of Namtar steps out of it. A pair of winged creatures that might, once, have been the sort of lions one finds in the southern reaches of Tolnedra dive down from the clouds to flank it.
"Mistress!" shouts Namtar. Ray pales.
"'Mistress'?" Peter repeats, momentarily looking away from Namtar and diverting his stream. "Ray, who-"
The figure lets out a stream of terrible sounding syllables as it raises one arm. Ray pales; Egon translates.
"'If you do not send that god to me-'"
"Garion! We need to get rid of both Ereshkigal and Namtar!"
"'-According to the rites of Erkalla and the great Earth-' "
The lion-things spread massive, blackened wings and grin in ways that no cats should be able to.
"Peter! You and Egon concentrate on Big E there! Garion! You and Sooty lay into Namtar and Shandor!"
"'-I shall raise up the dead, and they will eat the living-'"
"Yeah, okay, Spengs, I don't think we need any more translation-" Peter swings his thrower around to face Ereshkigal. "Yo! Goth girl!"
"I shall make the dead outnumber the liv- AAAARGH!"
As Namtar staggers free of the streams and the goddess lets out her own scream, the lions launch themselves into the air.