The Pentor
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The pentor, also known as stella terra, are passive creatures who are very paranoid at the presence of an intelligent species due to the cruelty that they faced.
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Strength
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The pentor are extremely strong. They can gather energy to procure an immense beam of energy in which obliterates almost anything that touches it.
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Timeline:
The first open attack on a peaceful pentor
The pentor was an ancient creature that resembled a starfish and was generally passive to the rest of the inhabitants of the world(s). One peaceful day, however, the scent in the air was not right: it felt uneasy as a feeling of insecurity swept open as a human had escaped into the view of the pentor. A human was walking in the midst, with a few others. However, they passed the pentor as passively as the pentor had passed them. The pentor continued to roll around the hills, crushing yewelberry plants and sucking on their leaves; these supplements were nutritious and quite frankly, delicious. The same feeling of insecurity swept over him again as it heard the sound of the grass rattling: it spun around and there it stood: A slightly humanoid creature, slightly transparent, with a black cloak. It slowly started to glide toward him, tendrils of black smoke wrapping around the pentor, suffocating it. The pentor was panicking. It could see no way out. Its heart began to beat with leaps and bounds, and it could see itself glowing and pulsing a yellowish light. Seconds later, an earsplitting sound resembling an electric bolt shook the planet. A huge beam emitted from the pentor's pupil. The wraith was instantly disintegrated, along with all of the terrain that hit the beam. A fraction of a second later, the beam faded away. The pentor stopped pulsing, but instead, a glow emitted from itself.
The humans who were passing by happened to not have traveled a long way when they witnessed this incredible creature's ability. These men, who were on their way to the gold mine, made the journey back home, not bothering to pick up the pickaxes they had left behind, discussing schemes and mining techniques and the potential of the pentor, the pentor unaware of any of this, who was now rolling away to find more yewelberries to munch on.
The following day, the pentor was rolling to the previous yewelberry field it was at; the berries there were no comparison to the ones it had consumed preceding the wraith attack. The humans had, after going to their camp and informing their manager about the situation, resumed their previous position near the pentor to spy on it and had watched it going to the same yewelberry field in the previous day. The humans had been waiting at the field since dawn, and finally, the pentor arrived to munch on the leaves. The humans suddenly leapt up, a large fishing net in their hands, in which was cast upon the pentor. The pentor was trapped under the weight of the net, and couldn't blast its way out of the net or chew its way out: it was too tired and the net was too thick. Heartened by their success, the humans brought the pentor to their gold mine, down a flight of stairs, and to an incomplete mineshaft that had barely been scratched.
Pinning the pentor down with the combined strength of the net wrapped around its middle and with large boulders nearby to trap its 5 legs, a surly-looking man withdrew a sharp blade out of his pocket. The other men nodded as the blade gleamed in the light of the glowing pentor. Suddenly, it became dark. The pentor was no longer glowing: it had regenerated the energy necessary to emit the catastrophic beam. The surly-looking man positioned the knife carefully on one of the legs, and, with a swift movement, sliced off. The pentor let out a piteous moan as a blue-looking liquid spurted from the location of the leg. The pentor's instinctive abilities began to activate: it began to glow. The man positioned the knife, again, at another leg and gave another slice. More blue liquid sprouted out of the wound, and it gave a strangled cry.
The pulsing was speeding up. Again and again, the man cut, until the pentor had just one leg. The men stepped back, behind the pentor, as the pulsing continued to persist and accelerate, and finally, with a flash of blinding light and a noise like a lightning strike, the beam blasted out of the pentor's pupil, in the direction of the unfinished mineshaft. All of the stones in the way of the beam instantly disintegrated. As the beam faded out, molten gold poured out of the stones: large veins of gold ore lined the stones on the bottom, left, and right. The men were amazed, lightened by the success of their plan. The men, again, started to talk about their next plans, as they climbed the stairs out of the mine, leaving the moaning pentor and the knife permanently stained with blue behind.
The pentor had no sleep at all as the blazing sun fell and rose. It was still crying out in pain. In the light of the sunrise, the silhouette of the miners came in. The molten gold had cooled into smooth slopes on the sides and, for the gold that had dripped from the ceiling, had formed into golden stalactites. The miners withdrew their pickaxes and cut away at the bonds that held the gold to the stone. The gold in the entrance of the mineshaft alone was enough to fill the entire woven sack that they had brought to store the gold. The miners left to get a dozen more sacks to store the gold, and, soon enough, by twilight, every sack was filled with gold. Having to make multiple trips, the miners took the sacks of gold to their base, as night fell once again. The pentor was still moaning with pain. The legs had began to grow back, but he had not eaten or drank for the past day. The pentor needed supplements to survive every day: it would begin to starve soon.
After another sleepless night, sunrise rose again, indifferent to the pentor's suffering. Starvation was drawing nearer. However, the miners did not visit the mineshaft again for the rest of the day. In fact, the miners were at the main city, making a fortune off of the gold they had retrieved from the mineshaft.
Night fell once again. The pentor had to act. With incredible effort, it twisted his body. The pentor not being able to do this naturally, started to ooze the blue liquid which was its blood from the twists. Like a rubber band, the pentor snapped back, the twist unravelling in a fraction of a second, and its left side smashed against the boulder binding his left side. The boulder was stained with the blue liquid.
The pentor could not see a way out. It did not want to be used like this anymore, it did not want to be forced to carve out another mineshaft as he knew he would have to in the future. It began to pulse. The pulsing began to accelerate. It would be entering a better life, now. It rolled its pupil into the back of its head, and with all of the energy it could muster, emitted the beam out of its pupil. It shot through the inside of its head and, shooting through the back of its body, carved a huge, jagged line.
The pentor was an ancient creature that resembled a starfish and was generally passive to the rest of the inhabitants of the world(s). One peaceful day, however, the scent in the air was not right: it felt uneasy as a feeling of insecurity swept open as a human had escaped into the view of the pentor. A human was walking in the midst, with a few others. However, they passed the pentor as passively as the pentor had passed them. The pentor continued to roll around the hills, crushing yewelberry plants and sucking on their leaves; these supplements were nutritious and quite frankly, delicious. The same feeling of insecurity swept over him again as it heard the sound of the grass rattling: it spun around and there it stood: A slightly humanoid creature, slightly transparent, with a black cloak. It slowly started to glide toward him, tendrils of black smoke wrapping around the pentor, suffocating it. The pentor was panicking. It could see no way out. Its heart began to beat with leaps and bounds, and it could see itself glowing and pulsing a yellowish light. Seconds later, an earsplitting sound resembling an electric bolt shook the planet. A huge beam emitted from the pentor's pupil. The wraith was instantly disintegrated, along with all of the terrain that hit the beam. A fraction of a second later, the beam faded away. The pentor stopped pulsing, but instead, a glow emitted from itself.
The humans who were passing by happened to not have traveled a long way when they witnessed this incredible creature's ability. These men, who were on their way to the gold mine, made the journey back home, not bothering to pick up the pickaxes they had left behind, discussing schemes and mining techniques and the potential of the pentor, the pentor unaware of any of this, who was now rolling away to find more yewelberries to munch on.
The following day, the pentor was rolling to the previous yewelberry field it was at; the berries there were no comparison to the ones it had consumed preceding the wraith attack. The humans had, after going to their camp and informing their manager about the situation, resumed their previous position near the pentor to spy on it and had watched it going to the same yewelberry field in the previous day. The humans had been waiting at the field since dawn, and finally, the pentor arrived to munch on the leaves. The humans suddenly leapt up, a large fishing net in their hands, in which was cast upon the pentor. The pentor was trapped under the weight of the net, and couldn't blast its way out of the net or chew its way out: it was too tired and the net was too thick. Heartened by their success, the humans brought the pentor to their gold mine, down a flight of stairs, and to an incomplete mineshaft that had barely been scratched.
Pinning the pentor down with the combined strength of the net wrapped around its middle and with large boulders nearby to trap its 5 legs, a surly-looking man withdrew a sharp blade out of his pocket. The other men nodded as the blade gleamed in the light of the glowing pentor. Suddenly, it became dark. The pentor was no longer glowing: it had regenerated the energy necessary to emit the catastrophic beam. The surly-looking man positioned the knife carefully on one of the legs, and, with a swift movement, sliced off. The pentor let out a piteous moan as a blue-looking liquid spurted from the location of the leg. The pentor's instinctive abilities began to activate: it began to glow. The man positioned the knife, again, at another leg and gave another slice. More blue liquid sprouted out of the wound, and it gave a strangled cry.
The pulsing was speeding up. Again and again, the man cut, until the pentor had just one leg. The men stepped back, behind the pentor, as the pulsing continued to persist and accelerate, and finally, with a flash of blinding light and a noise like a lightning strike, the beam blasted out of the pentor's pupil, in the direction of the unfinished mineshaft. All of the stones in the way of the beam instantly disintegrated. As the beam faded out, molten gold poured out of the stones: large veins of gold ore lined the stones on the bottom, left, and right. The men were amazed, lightened by the success of their plan. The men, again, started to talk about their next plans, as they climbed the stairs out of the mine, leaving the moaning pentor and the knife permanently stained with blue behind.
The pentor had no sleep at all as the blazing sun fell and rose. It was still crying out in pain. In the light of the sunrise, the silhouette of the miners came in. The molten gold had cooled into smooth slopes on the sides and, for the gold that had dripped from the ceiling, had formed into golden stalactites. The miners withdrew their pickaxes and cut away at the bonds that held the gold to the stone. The gold in the entrance of the mineshaft alone was enough to fill the entire woven sack that they had brought to store the gold. The miners left to get a dozen more sacks to store the gold, and, soon enough, by twilight, every sack was filled with gold. Having to make multiple trips, the miners took the sacks of gold to their base, as night fell once again. The pentor was still moaning with pain. The legs had began to grow back, but he had not eaten or drank for the past day. The pentor needed supplements to survive every day: it would begin to starve soon.
After another sleepless night, sunrise rose again, indifferent to the pentor's suffering. Starvation was drawing nearer. However, the miners did not visit the mineshaft again for the rest of the day. In fact, the miners were at the main city, making a fortune off of the gold they had retrieved from the mineshaft.
Night fell once again. The pentor had to act. With incredible effort, it twisted his body. The pentor not being able to do this naturally, started to ooze the blue liquid which was its blood from the twists. Like a rubber band, the pentor snapped back, the twist unravelling in a fraction of a second, and its left side smashed against the boulder binding his left side. The boulder was stained with the blue liquid.
The pentor could not see a way out. It did not want to be used like this anymore, it did not want to be forced to carve out another mineshaft as he knew he would have to in the future. It began to pulse. The pulsing began to accelerate. It would be entering a better life, now. It rolled its pupil into the back of its head, and with all of the energy it could muster, emitted the beam out of its pupil. It shot through the inside of its head and, shooting through the back of its body, carved a huge, jagged line.
