Welcome Scholae Palatinae to the beginning of the third week of Monstrosity! This will be the last update of fiction and new events until this event ends on November 30th. Remember competitions from the very opening of this back on November 1st will be closing Monday the 16th, and the ones from this last week end on Monday the 23rd. Obviously there will still be a lot of reminder emails from me as we progress through the second half of the month.

Also with some of these events closing on Monday night, they will be graded but not closed until the end of this event. All results will be released at once in my CON report.

Ohmen
Judecca
Cocytus system

Vanis pushed with his remaining hand as hard as he could. the dark path from the heart of the mountain had ended in a wall. a sliver of light penetrated the darkness. His strength was waning, the blood loss had been great as he worked his way from the alter.

I will not die here in the dark.

The thought invigorated him, he had come too far to not see the return of the Old Gods with his own eyes. He took a deep breath and pushed with his shoulder. The wall moved a little more, allowing more light in. He heard voices nearby, and in the distance screaming. He pushed again, the gap was now big enough he could push the fingers of his remaining hand threw it.

“Please help me! I am stuck!” He yelled out, desperate. There was some muffled shouting on the other side of the wall, then he heard the clicking of boots. Within seconds the wall pulled away, revealing a street.

Vanis collapsed to the ground.

“I thank you. I thought I was going to die back the…” He trailed off seeing his reflection in the shiny white boots of the duo that had pulled open the wall. He looked up into the expressionless gaze of a Stormtrooper.

“Hey! Its him!” the Stormtrooper shouted jumped back. His partner did a similar double take.

“We need to get him to the Emperor immediately! Tie a tighter tourniquet on that arm to stop the bleeding. He needs to be alive,” the other said, aiming his blaster at Vanis’s head to show he wasn’t going to take any chances.

“But… I am… the Emper…” Vanis tried to say before the boot of the first trooper met his face, and the world turned black.

Nas Modeh
Antenora

The sirens started 20 minutes ago. The beast had burrowed past the industrial sprawl that was Zef Demoht and continued south alongside the Dragon’s Teeth mountain range. The many traders of tribe Soba Karemu rank, arms heavy with the goods they had been trying to sell and trade earlier in the day, ran, faster than they had ever ran in their lives.

For generations they, like the other tribes of Antenora, had told stories of myth and legend. The Great Devourer, a story to keep the children from tarrying too long in the open wastes of the planet, was far more than they realized.

The millenia had only increased its hunger. It twisted and burrowed through the sand and rock. In its wake, it left a trail of destruction, invisible due to the whirling sandstorm that followed wherever it went.

its head surged upward, bursting from the earth in a puff, its gaping maw opened wide letting loose a screech that echoed for miles down the Mod Valley. It curled around and dove back into the earth. Driving by a single primal urge to eat surged toward the heart of the city.

Many of the superstitious merchants had barricaded themselves within the great dome in the heart of the city. The heart of the Ba, good luck, for the Soba Karemu would surely be spared by the beast.

As the worm erupted from the earth inside the center of the dome, they realized no amount of luck would be able to stop nightmare. The dome collapsed inward, and the earth roared.

The Twins
Judecca

The Abyssal had lumbed forth to land at last. Each step shook the earth, while the beast half walked, half crawled with the many tentacles from its back deeper into land. Its path was winding, but destination was clear. Ohmen.

The great Twins, one light, one dark, stood ever the ever vigilant guardians of the mountain pass. The Abyssal slowed as it neared the mirrored towers, strong arms reaching out to grasp the outstretched arms of the two massive guardians. With a crunch of bony claw on stone, the Abyssal squeezed, and the cracks began to race through the stone work. The Abyssal pulled itself upward, straightening its body. Its tentacles coiled then struck out, rupturing the walls of the towers.

It proved too much for the twin brothers who had for so long guarded the path. They fell from the mountain side, crumbling into piles of light and dark. The Abyssal threw its head back, and let out a high pitched roar.

Tetoulichican
Ptolomea

The pack erupted from the jungle and into the streets of trade route city. They skidded to a halt in unison. They craned their heads toward the sky. This was new for them, no thicket of canopy or safety of the trees.

But the city was a forest of sorts. A forest of people and duracrete and life. They sniffed at the ground, picking up hundreds, thousands of new smells. One brushed up next to a building, scaly skin rubbing the duracrete. In an instant it’s coat of green became gray. Its brothers’ coats followed suit in moments.

There was a scream, followed by another, as the pack was noticed. It would be minutes before thoses in the center of the city realized what was prowling their streets.

And by then it would be too late for many of them, ripped apart for the sport in a jungle of gray.

Kas’im Citadel
Caina

The great and magnificent training facility creaked and moaned. the ice building at its walls and up its many spires grew inward, tightening and choking the facility. The colossus lowered its arms and the creaking stopped, Ice fully entombing the citadel. Luckily it had been completely cleared of all personal following news of the fungal monsters storming the streets of Ohmen. It was all hands on deck to save the Empire.

The colossus swayed in spot for a moment before slowly lumbering forward. Each step it built up its momentum. It was far from fast, but with the walls of the citadel brittle and stressed, there was no hope. The colossus ripped straight through the walls of ice and duracrete like it was paper.

The Citadel crumbled, and was no more.

Imperial Palace
Ohmen
Judecca

“Where is he?” Xen demanded as he raced down the halls of the Imperial Palace.

“They will have him in the entrance hall any minute now,” Eether responded. When they had received the call, they could hardly believe it. Vanis had a spine after all, daring to come to the streets of the capital he so desired to see destroyed.

“And the tunnel they found him in?” Xen asked, stepping into the turbolift.

“Another squad is already working their way down it,” Eether said confidently.

The lift fell gently to the entrance level.

The duo stepped out into the Entrance Hall as the exact moment a bucket of ice cold water was splashed on Vanis’s head.

“Wha-?” The Pacre Datship leader gasped.

“Tell me how to stop this, now,” Xen said stepping in front of the Antenoran. Vanis laughed which quickly evolved into a cackle.

“Even if I could stop it, I never would, especially for you,” Vanis sneered, “The Old Gods will slumber no more.”

Xen gritted his teeth, and took a few step backs.

“Very well then,” he said coldly turning away from Vanis. His rage was his fountain of power, he would play no games with a pretender. Coils of invisible energy, the Force, flowed through him like tightened spring. He spun on spot and his hand shot forward. With a snap, Vanis head cracked back, neck breaking instantaneously. The soldiers dropped him to the ground, dead.

“Report,” Xen said eyes not leaving the body of the last Glyph Priest.

“Well, that didn’t put the monsters back to sleep,” Eether said after a moment. He poked at his datapad and continued.

“Guess that would have been hoping for too much wouldn’t it?”

Xen nodded. They would have to handle this the old fashioned way.

The Monsters

As a reminder these are the set of monsters destroying stuff on each of our four core planets. There is also links to their respective wiki pages.

Remember - The top 4 winners of this event will get these named after them!

Wriggling its way across the wastes of Antenora comes the Sandworm.

Ascending from the darkness of the Judeccan ocean floor comes the Abyssal.

The pack of the Ptolomea hidden in the wilderness comes the Forest Beasts.

Crashing its way across the frozen wastes of Caina comes the Colossus.

This week’s update comes with several more competitions, including several more “light” and “easy” competitions. I know we are hitting the high stress point of the year with school projects and finals, as well as holiday stress. Many of these are things that every single person in the clan can participate in regardless of if you categorize yourself as a writer or a gamer.

Ending Monday November 16th

ENDING THIS COMING MONDAY

This Isn’t Where I Parked My Car: This is a 500 word minimum fiction event. As seen in the fiction above, the loyal Pacre Datship members were transformed into horrible monsters (that I may or may not have based on the clickers from The Last of Us). Alone, without a weapon or means to communicate you must get from the outskirts of Ohmen to safety!

Clicky Boom: This is a graphics competition, where you get to go wild in creating exactly what these transformed Pacre Datship members look like!

Fall of the Infinite: The origins of all our problems in this event can be traced back to the Infinite Empire and their workings in our system. Once they fell, they became part of the legends of the native peoples of the system. Write a poem to capture that legend.

Legends of Old: This is a trivia event, which means it is timed from the moment you hit subscribe. This trivia is focused on random bits of stuff from the old EU, aka the “Legends” timeline.

Ending Monday November 23rd

Hounds of the Cocytusville: This fiction sets you on the trail of Vanis following the awakening of the Old Gods. Find him, and attempt to bring an end to this conflict.

Halls of the Mountain King: Another graphics competition, this one having you illustrate what maddening images the Abyssal of Judecca forces upon your mind.

The Pokedex: A new trivia event, which is timed. This trivia is focused on information of various beasts and animals of the SW Universe.

Ending Monday November 30th

New Path of the Soul: A fiction where you find the ritual cavern on Judecca, andtrigger a trap, sending you on a path to face your inner demons, and with luck, uncover a way to stop the awoken monsters.

New The Wake of Destruction: Create a image depecting the destruction of Cocytus system landmarks by the monsters.

New Fall of the Ancient: A poetry event where you are to capture the moment of bringing one of these monsters down.

New Things The Go BLANK In The Night: A madlibs event, this time with a theme of “scary monsters”.

New Heart of the RageMaker: Make a comic depecting your characters reaction to yet another major issue in the Cocytus system. This is a humor event.

New Homeward Bound: The third trivia event, which is timed. This trivia focuses on the Cocytus System itself and the Clan.

The Awoken: A fiction event where you pick one of the four awoken monsters to go and stop.

Never Start a Land War in Asia: This is a battleplan even where you need to divide up the CSP forces to handle the dangers of all four awoken monsters.

The Coming of Shai-Hulud: This is a flashgame, where you will play as a super destructive worm destroying all those who get in your way. Play for as long as you can to get your highscore, then screenshot it and submit!

Investigative Journalism: This is a bit of a different fiction, being in the form of a in universe news article.

Temple of the Forgotten: This is the run-on that will take place in this thread. Here you will journey deep beneath a temple that sits above an Infinite Empire ruin. Will you be able to survive the trials and save the system? Team up with other clan members and find out!

Gipsy Danger: Obligitory PVP Gaming Competition. You can play against anyone in the club, just as long as it is submitted to this competition.

If you find yourself wanting a quick refresher on what’s going on, all of the fictions for the Forgotten Campaign are archived on the forums here. There are also wiki pages for both Act 1: Entanglement and Act 2: Deception, that are broken down into a more TL;DR format.

The next two weeks are going to fly past, and with Thanksgiving for all of us Americans coming, remember to get a start on your submissions soon! Just because a competition doesn’t end until the 30th, doesn’t mean you should wait until then to get it started and submitted!

Keep up the amazing work CSP!

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