Apostles of Doom

Due to having to adjust his kilt and the Wand, Tom was behind the other three as each chose a risi and readied for aerial tackles. There was a crash of thunder as Darg-Krallnom thrust his giant sword into the belly of the eldþursi, the fire giant. Suddenly Darg-Krallnom was on the other side of the fire giant. Tom blinked; the fire-giant had flashed to flame! Hey! That’s my shtick! Tom complained to himself.

Roth Tar Gorefest would have been the next tackle, but in a manner similar to the fire giant, the vindthursi, or wind giant, simply turned to air. Only Inethya physically collided with the hrímthursi, the rime giant. There was a loud crash as her shield smashed into the giant, quickly followed by a crackling sound as ice crawled over Inethya’s armor. Within moments, the prophetess was encased in ice.

Tom moved up and over the currently frozen prophetess and leaped onto the rime giant — actually a frost giant — and turned into burning flame. Shit! he thought to himself as his Rod and kilt plummeted towards the ground. He really needed to work on his tactics.

That was stupid of me! But what’s done is done. Tom turned up the heat to try and melt the frost giant. Things were getting wet, but the frost giant seemed able to regenerate his icy armor nearly as fast as Tom could burn it away. This was not going to work; the frost giant was moving on, going around Inethya and heading for the walls of the Citadel.

Tom let go of the frost giant and flew down in flame form to retrieve his possessions. He landed, shifting to his true form, albeit his slightly more traditional larger form. He grabbed his kilt and the Wand and fastened the belt around his arm.

Earth! Tom yelled in his head and pointed the Wand of Orcus at the ground in front of the charging risar. He willed the Earth Portal at Nysegard to pull the ground under the giants towards himself — literally pulling the ground from beneath their feet.

The giants collapsed on the ground as Darg-Krallnom and Roth Tar Gorefest moved in to smash the two giants on the back of their heads before they could shift to their elemental form. Tom winced at the sound the two giant battle swords made as they crashed into the giants’ heads; with any luck, that would disorient them temporarily.

There was a loud explosion as the ice encasing Inethya burst, spraying ice shards for a thousand feet, impaling several nearby ghouls and cutting slightly into Tom’s wings and buttocks. The prophetess began chanting something that Tom could not make out. Suddenly her sword began glowing very brightly.

Inethya moved towards the frost giant, who was struggling to stand in its icy and still slightly melted armor. She drove her glowing sword straight down to the giant’s back, point first. There was a loud crackling sound as the armor began splitting under the sword’s pressure. Inethya pulled back and struck down again in the same location, this time edge first, trying to force the crack to enlarge. That knocked the frost giant from all fours to flat on the ground.

The fire giant turned to flame and suddenly engulfed Darg-Krallnom. Darg-Krallnom batted at the flames with his hands, as if trying to put them out. He was not in any pain, obviously, but he seemed quite annoyed. He looked to Tom. “This is going to be a long battle; we all seem rather evenly matched.” The D’Orc commander shook his head in frustration.

Tom shared the feeling. He was at a loss as to what to do against these creatures. All of his main ranged attacks were elemental based, and these giants were also elemental based. He needed something that was not elemental based, or perhaps something Earth based. A gravity canon would be extremely useful right now.

The wind giant flashed to air before reforming about one hundred feet closer to the Citadel, and began charging it again.

Crap! How do we stop that thing? Tom wondered. He took off at full flight speed to try and overtake the wind giant. He suddenly had a plan.

He was faster in the air than the wind giant was on the ground. He overtook it and spun, landing in front of it. His head was not even waist high to the giant, but if the giant stayed physical, he would trip it up before it could crash into the walls of the Citadel.

I may have incoming near the upper Air Portal, Tom sent to Arg-nargoloth. It’s an Unlife Hrímthursi. If it changes to physical form, knock the crap out of with the gravity canons. He didn’t want to use the Nysegard Air Portal in the event the wind-giant went material on the Isle of Doom; that would be bad. Doom in the Abyss would be much better prepared.

Got it! Arg-nargoloth replied.