A smell of earth and detritus fills the air. The scent of a damp forest floor.
A creature is weakly dragging itself out of one of the tunnels downward. It looks like a large mass of what looks to be 3-5 partially destroyed and near-skeletal corpses, held together by fungus. A single animated corpse drags the foul mass lump, leaving a trail of discarded bodies along the way. "Help... us..." it wheezes before collapsing in on itself, its bones too rotten to hold their shape anymore. Another body on top animates and begins to drag the mass forward once more, discarding the previously collapsed one.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
After 20 minutes, he returns, dragging the dead body of a Red Palm addict. You can tell they were a Red Palm addict from the distinctive bleeding around the corners of the mouth
After 20 minutes, he returns, dragging the dead body of a Red Palm addict. You can tell they were a Red Palm addict from the distinctive bleeding around the corners of the mouth
The mass collapses entirely. Suddenly, the Red Palm addict starts moving again, fungus rapidly growing and repairing the corpse's wounds, from the tiniest scratch or scrape to the deepest, most fatal wound.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"An old advisor to the king. A Mycelian. My people were nearly wiped out before the Pact, but I managed to reach a role of significance through my intellect and charisma. However, when my advice went against what Asmodeus wanted, which was mere moments after the Pact was sealed, I was killed. Fortunately, I was able to insporeate a corpse that they dumped down into the Gut. It fell very, very far."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'And that means...?'
*gtg*
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“I eat light and stuff. And fire.”
*bye!*
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We are one, we are none, we are someone, something and somewhat
Not a dumbass/not brain dead are my pronouns
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A smell of earth and detritus fills the air. The scent of a damp forest floor.
A creature is weakly dragging itself out of one of the tunnels downward. It looks like a large mass of what looks to be 3-5 partially destroyed and near-skeletal corpses, held together by fungus. A single animated corpse drags the foul mass lump, leaving a trail of discarded bodies along the way. "Help... us..." it wheezes before collapsing in on itself, its bones too rotten to hold their shape anymore. Another body on top animates and begins to drag the mass forward once more, discarding the previously collapsed one.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
An elf watches, mesmerised
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"Help... us... Need... fresh..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'Fresh what? Fresh meat?'
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"A... corpse... These ones... too old... rotten..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'Ya want a corpse? There's a whole pit of them south of here'
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"Not enough... to get there... Please... help..."
The bodies seem to decay slower while holding still.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'Well, what ya want me to do? Ya not having my body'
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"Please... bring one... here..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'How long have I got?'
He looks around, ready to go
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"If we hold still... thirty minutes."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'Ok, on it'
He scuttles off to look for a body
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After 20 minutes, he returns, dragging the dead body of a Red Palm addict. You can tell they were a Red Palm addict from the distinctive bleeding around the corners of the mouth
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The mass collapses entirely. Suddenly, the Red Palm addict starts moving again, fungus rapidly growing and repairing the corpse's wounds, from the tiniest scratch or scrape to the deepest, most fatal wound.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'If I may ask, what are you?'
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"An old advisor to the king. A Mycelian. My people were nearly wiped out before the Pact, but I managed to reach a role of significance through my intellect and charisma. However, when my advice went against what Asmodeus wanted, which was mere moments after the Pact was sealed, I was killed. Fortunately, I was able to insporeate a corpse that they dumped down into the Gut. It fell very, very far."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'Yes, they do tend to fall very far.' The elf grins in a sinister sort of way. 'Well, if ya not a fan of Asmodeus, then that's a start'
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