Re: Prelude: No Rest for the Weary
Posted: Wed Oct 22, 2008 3:55 am
Gul Stouthand sits down in another nearby chair across from Drumlin, the crags of his face furrowing with thought. He rattles off an explanation almost mechanically, as if his mind is elsewhere.
"It's known as a Flayer Spawn. You know of Mind Flayers? The first servants of the Eldest, terrors of the deep, and bogeymen to dwarven children since the dawn of time?" He continues, "They are quite real, and that thing inside Bor was one in its larval stage. We were lucky to kill it before it came into its own, and gained the ability to conceal itself. The veins gave it away - the creature crawls in through the throat and injects its poison into the bloodstream, killing the host brain and allowing it to take over."
He sighs, "What I'm most concerned with is why it was here, and whether it is indeed the first. If a number of them have slipped in, it could mean disaster... wait." Gul pauses, as if remembering something, "Bor was working down there. Apprentices travel in threes at least, and only with an Initiate to guide them! Damn the guards. Wait here until I return, I need to speak with someone..."
The senior Elementalist produces a small crystal from the pocket of his robe as he quickly gets up and walks off muttering at a fevered pace. The only clear word that Drumlin hears as he abruptly leaves is the word, Silverstream.
"It's known as a Flayer Spawn. You know of Mind Flayers? The first servants of the Eldest, terrors of the deep, and bogeymen to dwarven children since the dawn of time?" He continues, "They are quite real, and that thing inside Bor was one in its larval stage. We were lucky to kill it before it came into its own, and gained the ability to conceal itself. The veins gave it away - the creature crawls in through the throat and injects its poison into the bloodstream, killing the host brain and allowing it to take over."
He sighs, "What I'm most concerned with is why it was here, and whether it is indeed the first. If a number of them have slipped in, it could mean disaster... wait." Gul pauses, as if remembering something, "Bor was working down there. Apprentices travel in threes at least, and only with an Initiate to guide them! Damn the guards. Wait here until I return, I need to speak with someone..."
The senior Elementalist produces a small crystal from the pocket of his robe as he quickly gets up and walks off muttering at a fevered pace. The only clear word that Drumlin hears as he abruptly leaves is the word, Silverstream.