I got bored last night so I did some crappy little writefaggotry for Sterbennung. This should give some more info on how things go in Sterbennung.
They had traveled by the Light Lines, the welcoming railroad of light that lead from the Great Shell into the twisting catacombs of Sterbennung. They had known they had entered dangerous territory when the Light Lines ran out. The Light Lines meant safety and security, the guiding way that lead the children of the Progenitors from the wild untamed depths of the Dark to the shining light of civilization. To wallow in the everlasting guide lights of the Progenitors was to know probable peace. To leave them and enter into the Dark was probable death.
There were three that traveled, for it was dangerous to go out alone, even with the guidance of the Light Lines. The Light Lines may have meant protection from the worst of the creatures that dwelt in the Dark, but there were still some evils that traveled in the light. One was named Ravel, and he was of intensely pale skin and had black, bulbous eyes that penetrated the shroud of the Dark with ease. Ravel carried the Star-Thrower, a breach loaded rifle that fired a deadly ordinance. Another was Tey, and she cut them a path through any obstructing overgrown fungi or plantation, with blade and axe. She carried a machete, and when that proved ineffective, a double-handed axe paved the way. She was their guide, and she knew the dangers of the Dark well. The third was a younger girl by the name of Rexi, and she carried a small compact crs-pistol, powered by the energy stones sometimes found in rare stone deposits.
All firearms they held were ancient gifts of Progenitors, given unto their children so that they may defend themselves from what they must face to survive. The Progenitors knew the dangers of Sterbennung well, for they had created most of them themselves, by accident or design, no one knows.
The three had traveled out on a mission, to retrieve a missing package from a waylaid caravan. While the Light Lines traveled from the Great Shell to all over the catacombs, there were still places where they had broken down, their sacred lines cut by obscene forces of nature as the land rumbled and stone shifted. Even now, patches of the Dark appeared throughout trade lanes and underroads, and the people who traveled them walked softly when forced to pass through. Sometimes, although not often, the trade caravans between settlements didn’t make it all the way through those patches. Their quarry was one of them.
The three advanced carefully as they left the Light Lines. Eventually they found their target. The mushwood wagons of the caravan had been utterly destroyed, its contents strewn across the floor. The beasts that had dragged them onward were mutilated and generally torn to pieces. And over the corpses of their drives, a malformed behemoth hung, its tentacles grasping to the stalactites overhead as its two great crushing claws tore away and separated bone from flesh. From there, a dripping proboscis spewed a gelatinous acid over the bones of the merchants, turning them into a revolting mush, which the beast slurped up eagerly.
At the sight of this, the younger girl screamed out in horror. The beast turned to face them, very little more than a bulbous sphere of tentacles, with nary but a crude set of eyes over an extended proboscis and the pair of crushing claws to mark out its face. The beast moved with frightening speed, throwing itself towards them as it swung its bloated carcass on the overhead stalactites
Ravel barely had time to think, let alone breath, as he clicked off the safety to his rifle and fired a snap shot into the creature’s side. The shot hit its mark- there was a small burst of light as the munitions hit the beast, and then only the whistle-screams of the abomination as its left side exploded into gore. Still the monster came, and the beast swung a claw into his side even as Ravel desperately attempted to fit another load into the breach of his rifle. The sound of breaking ribs was only barely masked by the meaty thump of Ravel hitting the stony cavern wall. Tey spun towards the beast machete in hand, and cleaved several tentacles from its bulk before leaping atop of it and wildly hacking at it with a great cry.
The monster whistled madly as it attempted to shake her off, its claws clicking and clattering as they desperately attempted to stretch themselves to get at Tey. Finally a single tentacle found its way around her main hacking arm, and with a simple practiced motion, broke it in half. Her screams mingled with the beast’s whistling even as she unhooked her long handled axe from her back and swung it single handedly into one of the beast’s eyes.
Another thick ropey tentacle wrapped its self around Tey’s throat before it suddenly dropped her to the ground. There was a sudden stench of melted copper in the air as ten solid KA-CRAK KA-CRAK KA-CRAKS were heard, as Rexi let loose shot after shot into the creature’s already wounded side, the bolts of energy digging deeper and deeper into the monster after each hit. Finally, something within the creature burst, and it grew still. The monsters tentacles grew slack and it fell to the ground in a heap. Rexi was crying.
Tey went over to check if Ravel was still alive. Over her shoulder, she ordered Rexi to search for the package they were hired to retrieve. They would have to follow the Light Lines back to the village regardless. The Dark was no place to travel with wounded.