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!uGYNBMPzOs 05/10/11(Tue)22:04 No.14884147"Who convinced you that this was a sound idea, Crestus, did they bear this mark?" you ask the man, snapping him from his introspection after leaving him several minutes to think.
He cringes slightly, then sighs "A seer gave me the seeds. she said she saw, that she saw a man with those seeds leading his nation to gretness and dominance. Lord Karroll had already told those closest to him of the return of the divine and arcane, so I thought that... I..."
You nod, releasing him from the burden that train of thought was putting on his troubled mind "Should your sister emerge, is there anything you would like me to tell her for you?" you ask him.
"That, that I'm sorry, for what I put her through." he responds haltingly, before nodding to the avatar of the goddess. she leads him forward, catching Crestus, the man with the syptiounus vine by his arm as well. The avatars left arm is wrapped around the defeated knights shoulder, her right hand resting on the small of your mans back. His vine darts out, piercing the hive as if it were hundred years-old parchment. The hive wails in pain, three distinct voices, interwoven, fighting for dominance and in perfect harmony all at once. A fourth joins them, this one recognizably human, and male. Great slabs of hardened skinn begin to fall from the thing, cracking and shattering as they strike the ground. Great sloughs of flesh begin to fall and disintegrate as the last of the "wood" and "bark" break away, and the Uurlanthi nobles cry, along with that of the tower go eerily silent, even as a gentle, piercing green light begins to shine from where he stands. With a final pulse of light, and a silent roar of noise, the avatar, the corporeal form of your noble captive, and the bulk of the tower disappears. From the remaining pile of fetid, stinking, decaying flesh, a strange, terrified cry can be heard, its voice a smaller version of the first to begin screaming moments ago. |