By Peloquin (ka.vanadis@karlskrona.mail.telia.com)
"Nhrr, little Glassswalkuhrr. you sshhhould've stayed at hrroome..."
This was it. He was going to die. All because he was afraid of flying, and refused to go to Chicago by train.
Something rustled in the bushes.
All eyes turned in the direction of the sound.
And a little porcupine waddled into the clearing.
"Hrruh? Whhrat the hell...?"
The Spiral leader kicked at the little animal, but as he did the spines on the little creatures back shimmered briefly, becoming pure silver. The Spiral howled and hopped around on one foot, clutching the smoking pierce wounds where some thin spines were still attached. And then things got really weird.
The porcupine grew, rapidly forming some sort of Crinos form, about six feet tall, his spines thickening and lengthening into 3 ft long spearlike spikes, and his body rippling with sinewy muscle. He grinned at the wounded leader, and then whirled around in a pirouet, sending twenty or so spikes of silver into the already injured beast over a distance of ten feet. The Spiral gave a gurgle, a spike buried in his throat, and then slumped forward, as dead as a dodo. With that done the...porcupine (?) turned towards the other Spirals. And spoke, in a surprisingly clear human voice.
"I know what yer thinkin'...did he fire all his spikes, or maybe just a few? So I guess you have to ask yourself a question...do I feel lucky today? Well? Do ya, punks!?!"
The remaining Spirals stared at each other for about a second before screaming and running off into the woods.
The porcupine shrank into a short human with a wild hairstyle, clutching his sides laughing. "Oh, man, that was fun...you okay?"
Jim nodded, still stunned.
"Yeah, well, some of my brothers are waiting for them in the woods, and we'll finally get rid of that Hive...you owe me one, pal. I'll look you up the next time I'm in Detroit...the name is Silverspike. Don't you forget it.
He took up a small mirror from his camouflage clothes, and in the blink of an eye he was gone.
Jim drove non-stop to the Chicago conference, because this was too big a news than a plain budget report.
Forms | Str | Sta | Cha | Man | App | |
Homid | +0 | +0 | +0 | +0 | +0 | |
Crinos | +2 | +5 | +3 | -1 | -1 | -1 |
Cristata | -all | +1 | -2 | -1 | -1 | +1 |
Spears of the Porcupine (Level 2)
Spines of Silver (Level 3)
"Never heard of such a thing. What were they called?"
Kindred: Ooooh, spooky, honestly. Isn't it hard to talk wiff dose tiff?
"The what? Oh, come on, I'm not completely stupid you know."
Faery: Now these guys have the right idea: Fight, party, drink and make more of your own kind...pity they've become so serious lately.
"Oh, them...they're almost as bad as the Pooka..."
Mages: Abracadabra, hocus pocus, and hey presto, I just got myself killed!
"Yeah, right, and I'm Ronald Reagan..."