Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-5135903-20130919182126/@comment-5135903-20130921151041

 Darwol 

The source of the surface lights proves to be many kilometres away, and at first it is hard to trudge through the deep snow at any reasonable pace, though the snow becomes more compacted as time goes on, and the mist clears further. It doesn't help that the journey is uphill.

Nevertheless, as Darwol gets closer, the source of the lights turns out to be what looks like a wide silver bunker, with three wide doors or shutters. It's still dark, but the illumination provided by the lights is now more substantial than the illumination provided by the gas giant.

The ground shakes with a rumble. An earthquake? Darwol catches something move in the distance to the left. There is an uneasy pause. Seconds pass. Suddenly, there is a crash, and Darwol is shaken from their feet as the snow around them is displaced.

A great beast, three stories in height, has landed just a few metres in front. It is exoskeletal, with what looks like layers of blubbery skin hanging from the exoskeleton; the only limbs are two huge legs, thick like tree trunks and apparently too long for the beast's body, they slowly fold down.

There is no clear head, just three great mandibles, the top one like a bony hook that crashes down just in front of where Darwol was standing. It makes a low moan and lumbers, painfully slowly, toward Darwol.

What do you do?