From The Slumbering Deep

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The night of October 30th was seasonably cool on the shore, as a muslin mist cascaded from low hanging cumulus clouds, blanketing the island in an almost peaceful fog. Peaceful but for the bassy, desperate thrumming from beneath the waters. The waves were almost still. No breakers foamed in the watershed, but instead the choppy vibrations emerged at the surface. Here and there small spurts of sandy water thrust upward from the tidal sands, and off in the distance, two lonely eye-stalks waved, following the moon over the shore.

Two eye-stalks attached to a very hungry, very large crab.

In long, oblique strides, the massive creatures strode for the shore. This had been their ritual for so many years — to live out their Methuselan years in the great deep, conserving their energy, scraping off their excess chitin, and only emerging in desperate hour for those rare micronutrients only found in land-dwelling animals. Yet the hunger had come manifest, and slowly but ravenously they began their long march to the shore, lazily eager to feast.

Meanwhile, on the beach...
 

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The thin crackle over the radio awoke the guardsman. The song of static in his headset had long since lulled him to sleep. After all, he'd had a rough day anyway, what with vandalism and criminal mischief, the usual Halloween antics, and there's only so much one dispatcher can do...

"...ation, this is Victor One Zero Seven Two. Flash priority. Over."

Now his eyes were wide open. A Flash message wasn't anything to trifle with. Someone or something was desperately in trouble. He leaned forward and keyed the Transmit button.

"Victor One Zero Seven Two, this is Sector Manta Carlos. Go ahead. Over."

The message came through in garbled bursts.

"...taking on water... no life... vessels alre... capsize... help immediate... cannon, please, quickly, we..."

There was a crash, and screaming, and then the wash of the ocean until the delicate radio electronics faded to a squelch.

The guardsman blinked twice, rapt with horror, hoping to break his hallucination. Then, sitting upright, he took a deep breath, flicked the radio channel knob, and keyed up again.

"Sector Actual, this is Sector Station Bravo. Flash priority. Over."
 

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Day and night mad little difference to the blind, and in these days of aimless drifting Coete much preferred the solitude of what was darkness to others. Whether it was dark to him was hard to say; he was born blind, and did not perceive 'darkness' any more than he perceived light and colour. Sight was simply a sense he did not have.

He could feel his environment with his magic, however, and he moved along the beach with a weary confidence that could easily convince someone he was sighted. It wasn't confidence that stopped him, not lack of confidence. It was learned wariness.

Coete had had his share of run-ins with dangerous beasts, and dangerous people with the power of beasts. His magic might be stronger now than then, but the leilines of this world were still strange-flavoured when he touched them and much of his body simply ached with exhaustion no matter how much he slept. He could feel a person nearby, though, and slowly approached Carl.

"There is something strange here," he said aloud. Something was... off. Perhaps he would be better able to discern the difference if he were more familiar with this world. For now, the vague difference, as light as a sigh of magic across the hairs that used to line his arm, was all he had.
 

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A strange fizzing burbled up under Carl's feet. First there was a vibration, then a panic as sand fleas burrowed out and smaller crabs scattered. Finally emerged two pincer-tips, like large shovel-pails, and the sand gave way on all sides as an enormous shell emerged, covered in purple-yellow splotches, and reeking of the ocean deep.

The creature rose up, eyestalks fixated, shaking the ground and pulling the beach sand inward to the foam. As its enormous carapace slowly emerged, the suction pulled at the feet of the bystanders. It stood nearly ten meters across, and its height was yet to be seen, as all of its limbs remained buried in the muck, save for the one that slowly inspected Carl.
 

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The chaos didn't make much impact on Coete. Sure, he felt it, but he had literally fought on the front lines of the sort of war where most people could see the whites of their enemies' eyes. That he couldn't see them was in no way attributable to distance.

He stood calm while the ground trembled, the sand under his own feet frozen solid as soon as he felt it shift. Actual skill and knowledge, huh?

"I've killed bigger," he mused allowed. He still felt sorry for Oshyll. The dragon hadn't deserved slavery or death, but he had drawn both and been unable to escape it. What was this thing's story? Did it have one, or was it simply a beast? He cast his magic around it, feeling its shape and size and leaving a brisk chill in the air wherever his mind reached.
 

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After serving under and defending countless masters, some of the more recent having been... less than worth his while, Atlus had grown weary and become inactive. Being an inactive djinn was rather nice but it got boring after a while. Hence his decision, one day, to fall into hibernation in his trusty ol' lamp. One that lasted at least a thousand years, give or take. In that time the lamp had seen many places, with many unaware and unassuming owners opting to use it for decorative purposes. It recently got lost while on a cargo ship headed overseas, and had been drifting across the ocean for months. That was until, one afternoon, it washed up on the shores of Manta Carlos. Nothing had really changed; Atlus was still soundly asleep, after all.

But that night, there had been enough disturbances in the atmosphere around it that Atlus was forced awake. Less than a second later, he was out of his lamp, close in proximity to two others and a strange creature. Annoyed that he was awake, he stared at the creature before speaking, making sure to broadcast his irritation in his tone of voice.

"I gather that one of you is the responsible for the fact that I'm awake right now, yes?"
 

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As the flaming meatball crushed its carapace and its spirit fled the mortal coil, the crab clutched Carl and Coete in its giant claws.

A booming voice echoed psychically into the mages' minds.

"GET OUT!"

With a great screeching REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE it threw them into the sand dunes behind the beach as its crackling exoskeleton collapsed. Its eyestalks flopped to either side. The familiar smell of burning crab meat filled the air.

Out in the deep water, the thrumming grew louder.
 

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The throwing Coete didn't really mind. He'd survived worse. The grabbing, though. That he minded. He couldn't breathe, couldn't think -

COULDN'T HEAR

and then he was in the air, gasping for breath even as he quickly started to panic about not being in contact with anything. Fear of lack of contact was a hard thing to break from his completely-limited-to-touch-and-sound days.

Then he hit the ground, kept from breaking bones by the loose sand and his own toughened hide, and just lay there for a few moments. No broken bones hardly meant uninjured, and it took a few rounds of coughing and wheezing before he could haul himself back to his feet and feel around.

The creature seemed to be dead, and stunk of fire-magic enough to flush his skin at this distance. There was a distinct sense of not over lingering, though, and he worked his way back, approaching the irritated newcomer this time.

"I would say that that is responsible for you being awake," he said drily, coughing a few more times and wiping a fleck of blood from the corner of his mouth. "If you aren't interested in helping with whatever's left out there, you might want to sleep somewhere else."

Speaking of whatever else was out there, Coete needed to prepare a bit better. He dropped to the sand, cross-legged, and with a moment of concentration began spinning a thick sphere of ice around himself. He couldn't physically dodge, after all.
 

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How amusing. The first time he wakes up in a thousand years, and it's to a giant beast's ear-splitting screech, and a couple of men being thrown around like rag dolls. "Are people really this weak...?" He muttered to himself, before spotting one of them walking over in his direction.

"...Whatever's left, huh? You mean there's more of them?" This was starting to get interesting. He hadn't had a proper fight in ages, not since shortly before going into a state of prolonged sleep. He sure didn't see anything yet, but that was never a reliable way to gauge danger. He cracked his knuckles and started stretching. He hadn't had any real action in a while, even if he was asleep. Besides, he couldn't go back to sleep now if he wanted to. He was already up. "You'd better be right, or else i was awakened for nothing."
 

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Daniel had been walking outside and reading 'The Color of Magic' when he saw a giant fireball fall from the sky. Shortly after, a horde of people ran past him screaming about monsters.

Daniel cursed his own curiosity, but ran forwards, wanting to see what had happened. Maybe he could help? He did have his books on him, maybe he could be of assistance.

He ran to the beach to see three people standing there.

"Hey, what's going on?" He asked, after catching his breath. He had doubled his pace as he heard the screech, and looked around at the people. "Ugh...Who was burning seafood?"
 
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