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Gnollpocalypse
🕑 Added 2020-07-11 01:17:15 +0000 UTCHey guys!
Got 2 teases to share today, and I was particularly proud of these two so I'm gonna make these public to everyone! These are a good example of some of the exclusive content I normally reserve only for patrons so while I will make them publicly available they will only be available on my patreon.
And don't you worry, supporters. I've got some more stuff just for you I'll probably be posting this weekend. <3
This first tease is for Tags ( https://twitter.com/RaddestRattus ) who's a super awesome person I'm really glad to have met this year.
You should be careful when calling monsters like Gnolls trash mobs. sometimes, they might end up getting big enough to become a global cataclysm.
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Gnollpocalypse
By Dragonien
The world wasn't as different as you would expect. People still went about their daily lives: tending their flocks and farming their fields. Knights continued their training and merchants never stopped trying to make money. In the grand scheme of things some might call it a testament to the adaptability of humanity. Others, though, might call it the greatest folly of humankind. They treated their new world like it just had one more natural disaster. One more type of tornado or hurricane or thunderstorm that they had to be wary of when it was on the horizon. They would batten down their homes and take shelter within or tuck themselves into the hollows of trees in the forest for shelter. It was all for naught, though. A wood and thatch hut wouldn't save you from a tornado, nor would even a stone keep most times. A hollowed-out tree trunk wouldn't stop a bolt of lighting from splitting it in twain or a hurricane from ripping it from the ground with you still hiding inside of it. Nor would any of those things protect anyone from this latest natural disaster. The worst thing about this new one, though, wasn't that it was destructive or unstoppable. No, the worst thing about this latest disaster to befall the world and make its way across the countryside, destroying all in its path, was that it, that SHE was alive.
No one knew where she had come from. Some thought it was some curse by the gods to punish them for their arrogance. Some thought that it was something as simple as some wizard's experiment having gone wrong in the most spectacular of ways. Either way, everyone agreed that she was real, and that she was a danger. But she was a danger they could do nothing about.
They had tried to stop her many times when she had first appeared one day over the horizon. An army had been sent to assault her and none had returned. They had fired volley upon volley of arrows at her that could have wiped out entire platoons, yet not a single arrow was able to fly high enough to even reach her ankle. The ones that did hit struggled to even make it through strands of fur on the tips of her toes thicker than most people. The rare few that did actually make it to her flesh simply bounced off of tough hide as impervious as solid stone. Swords were hilariously ineffective; anyone even trying to get close could be knocked on their ass and sent flying by the earthquakes caused just by the monster clenching her toes and displacing untold tens of thousands of tons of dirt with even that light movement. entire lines of Calvary were decimated as a single wiggle of her toes split the earth apart before them and sent their horses tumbling down into newly formed crevices and canyons.
Even the wizards held no hope of even touching her. Their strongest spells: magics that could call forth the elemental furies of lightning and wind to tear apart an entire town barely ruffled the fur along her ankle. Blasts of force and fire that could have torn apart an entire mountain barely even left a singe mark on her fur and caused her to reach down and scratch the accompanying itch. Even the more clever wizards that had tried to drain whatever overwhelming power that had made her so large found themselves overloading within seconds of tapping in to whatever powered her; literally exploding as their body was suddenly overwhelmed with more energy than any living thing could conceivably contain.
When their outrage and defiance turned to fear and placation, they found they couldn't even speak with her. There was no negotiating with a force of nature. even with their most powerful magics they could neither fly high enough to reach her head nor shout loud enough to be heard by her. Even when the Wizard's guild gathered all together and magnified the King's voice loud enough to cause earthquakes through the land she didn't even react to the sound. There was no stopping her, and there was no negotiation. So, the only tool left to the humans was supplication and acceptance.
A few times it seemed like she had tried to communicate with the people down below but those attempts had been just as disastrous as anything else she did. Just the act of her getting down to all fours could decimate an entire region from the combination of impact points with her hands, knees, feet and all of the earthquakes it caused. It didn't help that one of the three times she tried she leaned down too far and her, while not overly-ample, still impressive bosom wrapped within white bandages wider than rivers and thicker than a man hung too low and crushed most of the local capital before she'd even gotten in position to try to speak too it. That may have been a mercy, though. The other two times when she had succeeded at getting close to those down below, a single word had been all it had taken to wipe the city off the face of the map. no one even heard the sound coming from her mouth. The sheer size and scale difference were so absurd that her voice came out as pure, kinetic force. those watching from the distant mountains could actually see the ripple of air blasting forth from her mouth and slamming down into the ground hard enough it actually cratered the earth. Wooden and brick buildings alike were simply pulped and disintegrated as if a bomb had detonated just above them. The simple act of her speaking had wiped a city off of the map. After the third attempt she had stopped trying to speak to them, they were simply too small. And everything about her was a cataclysm.
Paws big enough to span entire country sides would rise up over the horizon and fill the sky overhead. The sheer size difference between her and the land below was so great it was like she moved in slow motion; so those down below would have entire minutes to react and prepare between each footstep she took. yet those minutes were nowhere near enough to escape so most simply stayed and weathered it. With the sky darkened, they would look up to see impossibly deep wrinkles of flesh underneath her feet; each one looking like a canyon in its own right. They'd get to watch as clouds were brushed aside by the wall of displaced air that preceded the footfall and some would muse on the sheer power it must take to so casually reshape the weather itself. Whatever villages and cities were below her footstep would be destroyed well before her foot landed. The displaced air would slam into the ground like a bomb and blast everything apart with a shockwave of force. Then the foot itself would land and a new lake-sized crater would form in the shape of her feet. Dozens of yards deep with each footstep; huge ridges of dirt would spring up all around its edges from where the dirt and rock was displaced yet to the behemoth of a gnoll it would feel little different than walking through the wet sand of a beach.
What those down below had yet to even realize was that their problem was only getting worse. It was only getting bigger. SHE was still getting bigger. Its hard to tell when you're less than 1/1000th the scale of someone else what the difference is between 100 miles and 110 miles, but she was still steadily and slowly growing larger. Whatever had made her this way was still going. At this rate it wouldn't be long before she was cradling the entire planet covetously within her arms like her prized treasure and once more wiped out a chunk of civilization with a spoken word. None of those down below would ever be able to understand their new goddess speaking, if any of them even survived the utterance. But what need does someone have of their property and playthings to understand them? After all the world, the entire world was hers. All...
"Mine..."
