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Date Posted: 11:22:03 03/01/01 Thu
With one last thrust, Tristan caught the acolyte through the chest, a masterstroke. Not even bothering to watch him fall, he turned back to Heather--just in time to see the Volttekker strige, blotting out the girl's form in a violent blast. The Fire Shots arrived barely a second later, adding to the chaos.
And when the dust finally cleared...Heather's small form lay in a battered, singed heap against the far wall. She didn't move. The Circle was in ruins. Silence reigned. It looked like it was over. But still, Tristan resumed his spell, just in case.
"You pitiful, tristed, cre..."
Then his voice trailed off--as he saw something that the others' couldn't. He began backing away from the remains of the Circle. His voice came out as a hoarse whisper.
"Damnit...we're too late..."
Then a bright, unnatural shaft of light shot up from the ground, blowing a hole clean through the roof of the castle, shaking the old building to it's foundatiion, and bringing rubble down around the heads of the group. And as they watched, something began to rise up out of the shaft of light...
As the light faded, the could see it. It stood about 4our feet tall, and resembled nothing more than a thick, half-melted candle stick, with wax-like trails oozing down it's sides and puddling at the bottom. It would draw the "wax" from the puddle into itself, and the cycle would repeat. It's sides seemed to move in and out slightly, almost as it it were breathing. The thing was translucent, allowing them to see inside--but it had nothing inside to see, except for a dark, indistinct, and somehow familiar-looking blob in the middle of it, about two-thirds of the way to the top.
Even though it had no eyes, the thing turned toward Heather, as if looking at her. Then it turned around again.
"She lives." The voice definitely came from the thing, even though it had no mouth. It was female, but ha an ominous, echoing quality to it. "Fortunate. I do so look forward to destroying the little ingrate myself...but first things first."
And with a sickening gurgle, the thing started flowing towards them, leaving a trail of ooze in it's wake...
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