Lord's Rest Inn

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*ANYWAY- TIME TO NOT DWELL ON ISSUES AND ROLEPLAY. HERE MY CHILDREN, I FEED YOU ALL.*

Deep within the ocean, far below the waves, lurks pure darkness in its truest form. Birthed from the watery womb and fed up on dead gods who sunk to the bottom is something rotting. It climbs out from the salty waters, screeching like a newborn who took it's first breathes. People scatter, screaming in fear at this primordial abomination to man and god. It wears a tattered cloak of fish scales that cover it's decrepit body. It's flesh is made of writhing meat that is barely clinging to its form. It claws at the stone and sand, vomiting black bile and sea water. It doesn't seem to have any eyes, or perhaps they are hidden under the disgusting skin. 

 *This is either a Rag or a Tim situation, here comes Tim.*

 Tim begins to walk towards the creature, unafraid, closer to curious, though fear does take up space in the back of his mind. He had been sitting on a rock, watching the waves with some kind of distant look after he was able to take control of his body back. His skin has chilled back to it's regular state, though he's unaware of what happened.

 It wipes its toothy maw, having no lips to cover the teeth. It looks up at Tim, making a low chittering noise.

 Tim tilts his head, opening his mouth slightly, his teeth shifting to match theirs, the same noise coming out along with it, slowly, Tim is beginning to understand a few of his abilities.

 It begins to try and stands, wobbling a bit in four sets of thin legs.

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*ANYWAY- TIME TO NOT DWELL ON ISSUES AND ROLEPLAY. HERE MY CHILDREN, I FEED YOU ALL.*

Deep within the ocean, far below the waves, lurks pure darkness in its truest form. Birthed from the watery womb and fed up on dead gods who sunk to the bottom is something rotting. It climbs out from the salty waters, screeching like a newborn who took it's first breathes. People scatter, screaming in fear at this primordial abomination to man and god. It wears a tattered cloak of fish scales that cover it's decrepit body. It's flesh is made of writhing meat that is barely clinging to its form. It claws at the stone and sand, vomiting black bile and sea water. It doesn't seem to have any eyes, or perhaps they are hidden under the disgusting skin. 

 Eya stared at the creature and cautiously walked towards it. Her left eye turned orange as Mahl took control.

”What… are you?” She growled.

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*ANYWAY- TIME TO NOT DWELL ON ISSUES AND ROLEPLAY. HERE MY CHILDREN, I FEED YOU ALL.*

Deep within the ocean, far below the waves, lurks pure darkness in its truest form. Birthed from the watery womb and fed up on dead gods who sunk to the bottom is something rotting. It climbs out from the salty waters, screeching like a newborn who took it's first breathes. People scatter, screaming in fear at this primordial abomination to man and god. It wears a tattered cloak of fish scales that cover it's decrepit body. It's flesh is made of writhing meat that is barely clinging to its form. It claws at the stone and sand, vomiting black bile and sea water. It doesn't seem to have any eyes, or perhaps they are hidden under the disgusting skin. 

 Eya stared at the creature and cautiously walked towards it. Her left eye turned orange as Mahl took control.

”What… are you?” She growled.

 It looks up, it's lipless mouth opening and whispering in a raspy voice "I am the ocean.."

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"The mushrooms growing on you, according to my tests, are consuming your cerebrospinal fluid. From my experiments, the rate of consumption doesn't impact you, but continued growth could destroy your nervous system."

"Oh yeah, we're lovely. That's, uh, not relevant." He ladles out a large quantity and gives it to Damian.

"You're right. I never really realized that I needed to, but in retrospect that was very disrespectful to you and your feelings."

 Her eyes widen with interest, and a little smidge of deadly curiosity "So my continuing to eat them will eventually result in my own death? I wonder..." She begins cackling under her breath slightly.

 He takes the large quantity, thanking Mauric "Then what are you worried about? I'm your best friend, you can tell me anything. I was your best man after all."

 She waves a hand dismissively after huffing "Don't worry 'bout it, fer a while I was mad at ya, but Stroth helped me through that. We can still be friends if ya want."

"NO. And it's not the eating them, it's the permitting their growth on your body."

"N-nothing..."

"Of course! You're awesome!"

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*Baalze, want to rp? I mean, Greasegrip probably always knows, but Thane is going to be a godfather soon. Also, he's level 24, making him the highest level out of all the gang, taking 6 levels of warlock.*

 *Sure*

Greasegrip is poking an anthill with a stick that has an active hornet's nest on it.

Felix has left, leaving an apologetic note on the counter explaining why.

 Thane is nearby, holding a dragon egg in one arm, learning about his new casting abilities.

 Rag walks to the counter, not having noticed the note before, beginning to read.

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*ANYWAY- TIME TO NOT DWELL ON ISSUES AND ROLEPLAY. HERE MY CHILDREN, I FEED YOU ALL.*

Deep within the ocean, far below the waves, lurks pure darkness in its truest form. Birthed from the watery womb and fed up on dead gods who sunk to the bottom is something rotting. It climbs out from the salty waters, screeching like a newborn who took it's first breathes. People scatter, screaming in fear at this primordial abomination to man and god. It wears a tattered cloak of fish scales that cover it's decrepit body. It's flesh is made of writhing meat that is barely clinging to its form. It claws at the stone and sand, vomiting black bile and sea water. It doesn't seem to have any eyes, or perhaps they are hidden under the disgusting skin. 

 Eya stared at the creature and cautiously walked towards it. Her left eye turned orange as Mahl took control.

”What… are you?” She growled.

 It looks up, it's lipless mouth opening and whispering in a raspy voice "I am the ocean.."

 “Really, is that so?” Mahl chuckled as she sat down next to this thing

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*ANYWAY- TIME TO NOT DWELL ON ISSUES AND ROLEPLAY. HERE MY CHILDREN, I FEED YOU ALL.*

Deep within the ocean, far below the waves, lurks pure darkness in its truest form. Birthed from the watery womb and fed up on dead gods who sunk to the bottom is something rotting. It climbs out from the salty waters, screeching like a newborn who took it's first breathes. People scatter, screaming in fear at this primordial abomination to man and god. It wears a tattered cloak of fish scales that cover it's decrepit body. It's flesh is made of writhing meat that is barely clinging to its form. It claws at the stone and sand, vomiting black bile and sea water. It doesn't seem to have any eyes, or perhaps they are hidden under the disgusting skin. 

 Eya stared at the creature and cautiously walked towards it. Her left eye turned orange as Mahl took control.

”What… are you?” She growled.

 It looks up, it's lipless mouth opening and whispering in a raspy voice "I am the ocean.."

 “Really, is that so?” Mahl chuckled as she sat down next to this thing