A Matter of Temperance (The Adventures of Ichabod Temperance Book 1) by Ichabod Temperance
Authors: Ichabod Temperance
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gigantic, drooling, swollen insectile countenance, the overall impression of the aberration is complete joy at having found us. Several clusters of eyes, much like bunches of grapes, spin with happy and dizzy thoughts of yummy consumption. Frothy lather surrounds many pairs of slathering mandibles that click with fevered expectation to express their excitement.
An enormous, slavering, twenty-legged Black Widow spider props itself up on the rail of the landing. It looks down upon us with delight, for all the world like some horrific family pet. Long trails of poison ooze from the many mouths. Despite the creature’s bloated size, it leaps to the ceiling of the grand entrance hall, scurries across the wide expanse, and drops its bloated weight upon us like a black, two thousand pound sack of bug goo.
Chapter 18 - Step into my Parlour.
Persephone
A horrifying, huge, arachnid-like creature hits the marble floor where Mr. Temperance and I stood a fraction of a second prior. Unlike the amoebic, and then centipedal predecessors, this is some type of enormous spider, but of unearthly size and foul origin. The poison-dripping fiend clearly means to devour us. I cannot be sure which one moves the faster, this wrongful monster or my own Mr. Temperance, for I fail to be able to keep up with the blurred actions of either.
We fly back into the depths of the mansion. My would-be protector takes up a heavy halpern. Swinging the pole-armed axe in a wide arc, Mr. Temperance means to cleave the bulbous bug in twain. The blade enters and passes completely through the monster without effect, contact, nor loss of momentum. The wooden pole, however, makes solid contact and vibrates out of the user’s hands. Mr. Temperance then attempts to slow the horror by throwing obstacles in its path. Several heavy suits of armor would seem to get in the insect’s way, but the frightful apparition runs directly through the steel protectors as if they were not there. It does not knock them aside; rather, the beast runs through the objects without interacting contact, as light passes through sheer fabric material. It is as though, to the creature, the iron or steel does not exist. It is apparent that metals are as nothing when attempting to strike or otherwise harm these wrongful terrors. It is as though, to the creature, the iron or steel does not exist.
Reaching the chapel we narrowly are able to shut ourselves in. The giant insect tears into the heavy wooden door with a ferocity the portal was not built to withstand.
The oaken door quickly disintegrates.
Pulling a large chair into a place beside the door, Mr. Temperance draws his weapon and positions himself by the failing frame. The obscene creature pulls itself into the room, only to have my foolhardy American friend drop upon its loathsome body with fell intent. Mr. Temperance is in a killing frenzy! He needs his berserker rage in order to dispatch the creature, which would seem to have an equal amount of ferocity. I scurry to stay clear of the frenetic fight, which bounces and scrambles around the small room. The desperate spider cannot get this tenacious foe from its back.
Eventually, the alien arachnid slows its struggle. It tries to climb back out of the chapel but this has proven to be its death room. Mr. Temperance finally completes his dispatching duties as he finalizes his insecticidal victory.
The emerald device works! The weapon that Mr. Temperance and his Alchymical allies have forged has proven to function with deadly efficiency.
My hero has slain the Dragon!
Chapter 19 – A Monster Built for Two.
Ichabod
P.E.R.K.
Petrified Ectoplasm Resin Knife.
I am out of breath, and a bit done in at the conclusion of my pest control efforts, but I happily manage, “The P.E.R.K. worked, Miss Plumtartt!”
“I say, rather! Good show, Mr. Temperance, hear, hear!”
“Thanks, Miss Plumtartt, Ma’am, most trial runs don’t hardly never go so well.”
“Fortunately for us, this one was
An enormous, slavering, twenty-legged Black Widow spider props itself up on the rail of the landing. It looks down upon us with delight, for all the world like some horrific family pet. Long trails of poison ooze from the many mouths. Despite the creature’s bloated size, it leaps to the ceiling of the grand entrance hall, scurries across the wide expanse, and drops its bloated weight upon us like a black, two thousand pound sack of bug goo.
Chapter 18 - Step into my Parlour.
Persephone
A horrifying, huge, arachnid-like creature hits the marble floor where Mr. Temperance and I stood a fraction of a second prior. Unlike the amoebic, and then centipedal predecessors, this is some type of enormous spider, but of unearthly size and foul origin. The poison-dripping fiend clearly means to devour us. I cannot be sure which one moves the faster, this wrongful monster or my own Mr. Temperance, for I fail to be able to keep up with the blurred actions of either.
We fly back into the depths of the mansion. My would-be protector takes up a heavy halpern. Swinging the pole-armed axe in a wide arc, Mr. Temperance means to cleave the bulbous bug in twain. The blade enters and passes completely through the monster without effect, contact, nor loss of momentum. The wooden pole, however, makes solid contact and vibrates out of the user’s hands. Mr. Temperance then attempts to slow the horror by throwing obstacles in its path. Several heavy suits of armor would seem to get in the insect’s way, but the frightful apparition runs directly through the steel protectors as if they were not there. It does not knock them aside; rather, the beast runs through the objects without interacting contact, as light passes through sheer fabric material. It is as though, to the creature, the iron or steel does not exist. It is apparent that metals are as nothing when attempting to strike or otherwise harm these wrongful terrors. It is as though, to the creature, the iron or steel does not exist.
Reaching the chapel we narrowly are able to shut ourselves in. The giant insect tears into the heavy wooden door with a ferocity the portal was not built to withstand.
The oaken door quickly disintegrates.
Pulling a large chair into a place beside the door, Mr. Temperance draws his weapon and positions himself by the failing frame. The obscene creature pulls itself into the room, only to have my foolhardy American friend drop upon its loathsome body with fell intent. Mr. Temperance is in a killing frenzy! He needs his berserker rage in order to dispatch the creature, which would seem to have an equal amount of ferocity. I scurry to stay clear of the frenetic fight, which bounces and scrambles around the small room. The desperate spider cannot get this tenacious foe from its back.
Eventually, the alien arachnid slows its struggle. It tries to climb back out of the chapel but this has proven to be its death room. Mr. Temperance finally completes his dispatching duties as he finalizes his insecticidal victory.
The emerald device works! The weapon that Mr. Temperance and his Alchymical allies have forged has proven to function with deadly efficiency.
My hero has slain the Dragon!
Chapter 19 – A Monster Built for Two.
Ichabod
P.E.R.K.
Petrified Ectoplasm Resin Knife.
I am out of breath, and a bit done in at the conclusion of my pest control efforts, but I happily manage, “The P.E.R.K. worked, Miss Plumtartt!”
“I say, rather! Good show, Mr. Temperance, hear, hear!”
“Thanks, Miss Plumtartt, Ma’am, most trial runs don’t hardly never go so well.”
“Fortunately for us, this one was
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