Shadow
Approved Character
- Messages
- 99
Date: 25th of Winter, 124
Velho clicked on his Luxiite powered pen light, the beam cutting through the darkness of the well's water, and the writhing parasites below. The reaction was immediate. The concentrated light burned the tiny creatures who squirmed in fright. Others tried to slither deeper into the depths, but there was no true darkness anymore, so they started to wither. Their bodies became gelatinous, they slowed their movements, and in moments, the first of them crumbled into nothing more than a faint residue in the water.
Wherever the light fell, the parasites convulsed and burst, leaving only cloudy filaments which drifted into nothing. Luxium was the answer, it seemed. Such a small tool would not be enough to cleanse an entire well or pond, however. Trying was like trying to paint a barn with a squirt bottle. The good news was that they had a solution; They could send for someone to deal with it later. Who cared if a handful more humans died in the few days it would take for aelves to arrive? As for a cure for Efthimios, a concoction infused with luxite would likely be effective.
Meanwhile ~~
The humidity was thick in the air of the burrow, the scent of rotting vegetation mixed with something much worse, a sour, acrid musk that burned the nostrils. The glistening floor was disturbed by the creaking wooden bodies of Galinn's treants as they entered. Every surface was coated in a layer of mucus whose faint bioluminescence shifted with movement.
The more they went in the deeper, the clearer it became. The parasites were not only in the cave. They were thriving here.
The thick slime on the floor was filled with too many of them to count, writhing in masses on the walls and ceiling. The cave itself pulsed in the deeper recesses as if it was alive. When Galinn's thunderous arrow struck the floor, it seemed that the cave shuddered. The parasites quivered, then as one they started moving.
From the depths of the cavern, something stirred. A mass began to rise from the parasitic tide, coalescing from the glowing mucus. A shape, if one could call it that, lurched forward, its form changing and undulating. Before the treants was an amorphous blob, made completely of the parasites themselves. It was never in the same shape twice in two moments. Arms? Tendrils? Faces? It was a churning horror of many things.
But the treants had moved into defensive formation around it when the gelatinous tendrils of the thing lashed out. The first treant was enveloped and pulled into the mass, the writhing parasites eating into the bark like flesh in seconds. This was not something that could be fought with mundane means.
Galinn would need fire, light, or something beyond conventional weapons if she wished to cleanse this place. The good news was that the parasites did not push outside of the cave. It was safe outdoors at least while the sun still shone.
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OOC:
Continued from death by the pond