From The Slumbering Deep

Serafin · Oct 2, 2015

The dark restlessness of the sea and the massive crater on the beach weighed heavily on the tense confrontation as those on the beach sized each other up and wondered what came next. In the distance, deep under the roiling ocean, a pod of eldritch crustaceans soaked in the death pheromones of their smallest scout, knowingly. The islanders of so many aeons ago had not slain their scouts, but had run away fearfully as the weak and infirm were dragged screaming under the waves. But this time, there was war, and a war calls for warriors.

Eyestalks popped up, one by one, from the edge of the island ocean shelf, and a red hue dissolved into the water as the crabs signaled for a frontal assault. The first wave, the youngest of the ancient warrior crabs, lined up and marched on line toward the beach. It would be only minutes before they emerged as a unified front to wreak havoc on the island.

Tanau · Oct 6, 2015

"CRAB BATTLE!!"

Atlus' train of thought was interrupted by a shout, undoubtedly from the other person that got thrown in the sand. After turning to the man, who was running back to the beach, he looked back at the direction of the sea. So that's what he was talking about. Now this was going to be interesting.

Right then, another man had come rushing down. His somewhat scrawny appearance and the fact that he was collecting air gave impression that he was a little on the physically weak side. He figured that he probably had some powerful magic up his sleeve, much like the other scrawny man he'd seen today did.

"Look for yourself." He replied, gesturing to the ocean in front of them. "If you're here to help, I suggest saving up your energy."

King · Oct 10, 2015

Daniel looked out over the sea, his eyes widening when he saw the horde of giant Crabs. That....Well then.

He glanced at the man giving him advice, nodding. "It's not my energy that i'm worried about, really."

In response, Daniel pulled a Star Wars novel out of his pocket, and reached inside it with his powers. When he drew his hand out, he was holding a blaster rifle. Taking aim, he fired at one of the crabs, blasting a sizzling hole through it's carapace with the laser.

Seeing his weapon work, Daniel pulled a pair of laser pistols out, just as a backup. He kept them strapped to his waist with the holster they came in.

Daniel put his book away, and began to fire at some of the crabs that were approaching, spamming lasers at the crustaceans.

Serafin · Oct 11, 2015

The phalanx of crabs emerged from the ocean, several crabs deep as the beach head crumbled under their broken stepped march. The enormous creatures swished great plumes of sand, skittering up the beach, too nimble for their size, as great reeking plumes of noxious gas wafted from their land-gills.

The crabs crashed against the beach shore and began to dig. An ill-fated beachgoer stumbled on the catwalk, and before he could even roll over to look, he was lifted, screaming, and crushed lifeless, then stuffed into the wriggling many-legged mouthparts, as the caustic digestive enzymes melted him into pink mush. Blood streamed into the tidal pools as the crabs rubbed their legs together, screeching in bloodthirst.

A dark purple crab rose upon the first dune and hovered above Coete, with his eyestalks bending forward. His maw gaped and his sinister claw pinched into the sand, expectantly.

Bowen · Oct 11, 2015

He felt them coming. He could feel their shapes in the water, the coiling currents trailing after their movements.

He didn't really know what they were - he had never eaten crab, wasn't from the sea's edge. He knew the word but he didn't associate these mammoths with it. They were something to be destroyed. One crab-monster paused and Coete felt human-heat vanish, briefly strong against the oceanic cold.

He drove a massive spike of ice through that crab, but it had distracted him from his own surroundings. He felt the movement too late, and then the crab punched through his ice shell.

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His awareness flickered, and the pain streaking from hip to ankle anchored him for the moment. He could feel the heat of his own blood, cooling and congealing on the ice, and then he could feel the much fainter shape of the crab looming over him. He reshaped his shattered dome shield and drove the ice through the crab's face.

Exposed, Coete leaned back against the frozen sand, trying to catch his breath and at least seal his ruined leg with ice. It was impossible to train under a doctor, even for something unrelated to medicine, and not learn some things. Pulsing blood was a very bad thing outside of the body.

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From The Slumbering Deep

Serafin

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Tanau

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King

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Serafin

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Bowen

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