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.
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.
"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."
'And that means...?'
*gtg*
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
“I eat light and stuff. And fire.”
*bye!*
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We are one, we are none, we are someone, something and somewhat
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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.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
An elf watches, mesmerised
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"Help... us... Need... fresh..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Fresh what? Fresh meat?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"A... corpse... These ones... too old... rotten..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Ya want a corpse? There's a whole pit of them south of here'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"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.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Well, what ya want me to do? Ya not having my body'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"Please... bring one... here..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'How long have I got?'
He looks around, ready to go
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"If we hold still... thirty minutes."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Ok, on it'
He scuttles off to look for a body
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
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
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
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.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'If I may ask, what are you?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"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.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'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'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.