Lords of Rock

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A Rock Hard Land for Rock Hard Men.

The Rockaverse

The Land of Plenty

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The Rockaverse is a part of Lords of Rock.

7 Characters Here

Syra Onnet [48] A thrall who seeks more from life.
Captain Ash [12] A man gone wild, either by lust, by wars, or by the desert sun. Or maybe he's just clinically insane.
M'Kama [8] Life and death, two sides of the same coin. With that in mind, he crafts his own luck.
Mathis Gladys45 [0] New
londy [0]

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"O-oh," the dward said, sighing in relief and straightening slightly. "The t-townspeople here, they don't mind m-me much but..." The dward took a deep breath. "My name is Eimln. And I'm glad you're listening to me, foreigner. The people here... at night, they turn into something... different. Not all of them, some... retain their senses. But others..." Eilmn shivered.

"They are beasts, slaves of the Witch of the Wastes," Eimln whispered, covering her head and wincing. "They search the town. I don't know for what. But any foreigners that stay here... they are given to them. As sacrifices. They are taken off into the night. To be given to the Witch."

Eimln grasped Horik's arm tightly. "That is why you must go. Leave now, before sunset. Before it's too late." Eimln's words trailed off into another whimper as tears filled her puffy eyes.

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Horik listened carefully and as the Dward finished his tale, she pulled a small scrap of paper and crude writing instrument. She wrote a few words down like "wich" and a face with two x's for eyes.

"Before I do that, I need to absolutely know everything you know about these things. What they look like, how they move, what time they come out...The witch too." Horik said carefully. "And then I need help finding my friend. I can't leave the town without him."

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Syra wandered through the town with no place in mind. She admired some linen clothes hanging outside an elderly woman's shop and wished she could have afforded the matching sandals, hers had been worn down to next to nothing over the last few weeks, and she wondered if they'd last the trip she had unexpectedly found herself on. "Who am I kidding?" She sighed, kicking up some sand. "Now...where to go for information on a witch...?' She muttered as she looked through the various stalls that lined the street. One managed to catch her eye, an ornate stall draped in vibrant colored silks. A strong, calming scent wafted through the crowd and melted Syra's stresses away.

"Interested are you?" A middle-aged woman chirped, her voice like velvet. Syra didn't take her eyes off the small cones of incense as she nodded.

"Well child, take as long as you need, simply relax and enjoy the smells," The woman gestured to a small area behind the stall with tables and chairs. Each table held an incense burner and a steaming teapot.

"Uh, I'm sorry, I don't have any money," Syra said backing away sheepishly.

"Come now, I said nothing of money, did I?" the woman chuckled, opening the small gate that separated the two. "You've got a look about you, girl, one that says you're searching for something, so come in, drink deeply of my special blended tea and relax while you think. Take all the time you need."

Syra smiled and nodded slowly, she chose a table hidden in the shade under some purple and yellow silks that gently fluttered in the mid-day breeze. She poured herself a cup of tea and drank deeply, the stall's owner chuckled as Syra put the cup down slowly, feeling herself grow lightheaded.

"Wha-" she stammered before her world went hazy.

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Syra didn't take note of the worm so he slowly trudged along until she got nearer to the town. By then, a small plain snake followed her, the same color the worm had been. As she stopped at the stall, it was the size of a small pin. It slithered onto the worn sandals and held on by way of its mucous exterior. It had no nose so it could not smell the same alluring scent Syra had.

It could however, sense the way it drifted in the air as she walked. It could sense the way the woman approached closer and the ease upon which his host sat. Then, surprise. Confusion.

The worm grew and wrapped its body gently around Syra. Its wide head pointed directly at the woman.

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A shadow fell across Horik's back.

"What are you doing in there?" a voice asked suspiciously. Horik glanced behind her to find several passersby glaring angrily at her from the main street. "Are you some kind of thief?"

A more patient person might stop to ponder why everyone in the town was so paranoid about thievery, but Horik was not that person. Glancing back at where Eilmn had stood, she found the dward girl had disappeared, vanishing seemingly into thin air, at the sight of the townsfolk.

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Horik swept around to face the angry demons that had risen from the sand. She put her hand on her hips and the other on her forehead, looking thoroughly annoyed.

"I'm looking for a thief and you guys just scared off my only lead!" Horik yelled, getting even more looks from passerby. "Why else would I be sitting here?! To catch a thief, you gotta act like one!"

She pointed an accusatory finger at the sand people before her, "but you guys probably knew that huh? What are you guys? A bunch of THIEVES!?"

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The curator of the stall watched in wonder as the worm engulfed what she'd hoped would be her prey. "Ah, the young girl has a protector does she?" The woman began, her voice unshaken by what she was seeing, "You are not of this world creature, there is power in you, yet you chose to protect this, Thrall? A simple girl, one no one would miss, what makes her so special?" She smiled quizzically as she drew a needle from her pocket, raising it as if to prick the worm. "A drop of blood shall be all I'll need, give me that, and I'll forgive your interference." A cold chuckle escaped her lips as small explosions rumbled in the distance.

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"Yeah, we're about to THIEF you!" the townsfolk said, angrily lurching towards Horik.

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"What's this about a thief?" M'Kama questioned as he walked back into town, passing by an old lady drawing blood from a worm. "A lot of strange things are afoot, wouldn't you agree?" He asked the elderly woman as she siphoned the worm's blood cells.

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The worm began to secrete more milky white mucus from its skin to where literal globs of mucus fell from its head. It could sense the needle and a voice rang out. The worm coiled itself more around Syra to where it wrapped about everything except her head so she could breathe. It waited for the woman to answer the card man.

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"Oh shi-" Horik hissed as she stepped back, fingers already searching her pockets. She bolted away from the crowd and searched desperately for another smoke bomb. Instead, her fingers closed around something else. She turned and hurled it, the compressed ball of sand bursting in the air in front of the angry mob.

With the brief moment of surprise, Horik began running and yelled, "HELP! I have coin for anyone who helps! HELP!"

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"Hashkavan... Seed... hadal edebileceginden cov daha buyukt," Brilo hissed as she struggled in Tackel's arms. Suddenly her arm slipped free, smashing into Tackel's gut and causing him to release. The assassin blasted forward through the open window of the hospital and disappeared into the abyss of the Cobran Caverns. She plummeted, but only momentarily, before hitting a hanging walkway and grabbing hold....

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Ash clinked a glass with Arubak, a small smile on his face as he pulled the glass to his lip, swirling it as he took a deep breath of the whiskey's fumes. "Been a while since I last partook in this little ritual." He chuckled slightly. "But time is often not a commodity I possess." Ash sipped at the glass, sighing from the familiar taste, and some of the old memories.

An explosion of some kind could be heard in the distance, eliciting a different kind of sigh from the Captain. "Bugger me, it's been thirty minutes at most and they're already blowing something up." He rolled his eyes and shook his head, before turning back to the barkeep. "Now, back to what I was saying before, we're looking for a gentleman named Dante. Do you know him?"


The barkeep's eyebrow furrowed as he looked the two men over for a second. "Yeah, he was our Deputy... And I think that's about all you outsiders need ta know. Especially you fancy talker."

Ash placed his glass down, looking the barkeep in the eye, keeping a smile on his face as he spoke. "I'm terribly sorry if I have offended you in any way sir, but it is imperative we speak with him. I can understand your distrust, but let's be frank here..." Ash rummaged around in his pockets for a moment, before shortly pulling a piece of fabric out and placing it on the counter. It was a fabric badge, a Sorillian one.

"Your friend Dante crossed the wrong people a while back, The Remnants. They have men, they have guns, and they have a burning hatred for Dante, and they'll extend that to your whole town."


The barkeep looked the badge over for a moment, making his skepticism clear with a huff. "Is that so? And how do I know you're not one of these Remnants coming here to find him yerselves?"

Ash gave a shrug and pointed around him as he spoke. "Because if we were with the Remnants, we'd have just brought our army and wiped your whole town off the planet. My friend, we're here to speak with Dante, and I think it's in your best interests if you just tell us where he is. We want to help, if we didn't then you and I would not be talking."

The barkeep stood stoically for a moment before shrugging and nodding. "Alright outsider, whatever you say, but it don't make no difference. Dante isn't here. No clue where he went off to. Wish I could help ya with this, but you know as much as I do."

The Captain sighed, but before he could attempt to gleam any more information, he heard another explosion outside. "This is getting bloody ridiculous..." He rummaged his pockets again and managed to produce a few coins, laying them on the counter to pay for the drinks, before making his way towards the saloon entrance again.

"Hey sweety, looking for a good time?" A scantily dressed woman called over as the two men walked towards the exit.

"Some other time, thanks." Ash dismissed without any real thought. The two men stepped outside to see what the commotion was all about, and could distantly hear what sounded like Horik yelling for help, and saw distantly what could have been M'Kama standing talking to some street vendor.

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Tackel quickly crossed to the open window and peered out, seeing the would-be assassin plummet into the darkness. Frowning, Tackel turned back to the others.

"She's gone, but I suspect she will return," Tackel said grimly. "Did anyone recognize that language? The only word I could hear clearly was 'seed.'"

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"No sweety, you don't get it," the scantily-clad woman said, pulling a knife and lunging for Ash. "You don't have an other time."

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The townsfolk shrieked less like people and more like animals as they writhed in a growing pile of sweaty bodies trying to pile into the alleyway. Fortunately for Horik, their tangled limbs and bodies were too thick to enter.

In the distance, the sun reached the horizon, beginning its surrender to the night.

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"A lot of strange things are afoot, wouldn't you agree?" The man's voice startled the woman as she watched the strange worm emit globs of mucus from its skin. The young Thrall sat motionless in its embrace, held tight by the strange creature and sedated by the tea.

The woman smiled coldly and turned to face the young man, keeping her prey behind her. "You think the events of today are strange? Yet, it is you who is the stranger here. Now, if you'll forgive me, I have tea that needs brewing." She turned to revisit the strange creature. Puddles of mucus surrounded the bottom of the chair and the table. "Why do you have such an interest in this girl?" She chuckled at the irony and shook her head, reaching for a cone of incense. She lit the cone and waved the smoke in Syra's face, "She won't wake up for a long time," She drew the needle from her pocket again and coated it with the mucus before trying to set it ablaze. When nothing happened she sneered and shook her head. The sun was beginning to set and she smiled, "Just wait until nightfall, the girl will be mine and you, creature, will be in the belly of the townspeople!"

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"Hold that thought," M'Kama raised a finger in front of the old woman. "As a matter of fact, hold this too," he stated, as he swiftly grabbed the teakettle and poured the boiling hot water down her gullet. He then turned his attention to the worm, and the woman it coiled around while the elderly woman attended to her tea. "Get off her, creature, we don't have time to dawdle here...this town is going to get very dangerous, very soon..."

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Arubak was about to take a sip from his glass, when he saw the town begin to erupt into chaos. Then suddenly a woman drew out a knife and leaped towards Ash. Arubak sighed and raised...a finger gun. "Bang!" he smirked as he made a firing motion with his hand. As he did, a pebble suddenly lifted itself from the ground and flew through the hand the woman held the knife in, in an attempt to get her to drop it.

"I think we best get a move on. Whaddya say, hombre?" Arubak, asked, patting Ashe's shoulder and motioning towards the wagon. "Maybe take the girl with us as a hostage if she don't got no more fight left in 'er. Could be used as a bargaining....chip..." the warlord breathed, his drawling words drawn out more so than usual, as he saw a frightening sight.

The townspeople were changing..."Hahaha!" one yelled, pointing at no one and particular and laughing. "HAHAHAHAHA!" he guffawed, tears streaming from his eyes as he fell to his knees in glee, his entire body suddenly being engulfed in flame. He didn't seem too perturbed by this. In fact, he apparently took it in stride, as he stood up and went right on laughing.

A woman was heard screaming in the distance as she fell through her second floor window onto the ground below, completely coated in a mucky mud-like, substance. She continued to scream as she stood up and began thrashing wildly about.

"What in the goddamn world..." Arubak muttered, backing off and suddenly making a break for the wagon.

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The worm loosed its grip on Syra and moved forward to grant M'Kama access to the girl but shield both from the evil woman.

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Horik felt a stab of pain in her side as she finally stopped running to catch her breath. She turned around to the stupid village idiots who had gotten themselves stuck in the entrance to the alley. However as she did, the sun began to sink and a strange sound filled the air. One of the woman had begun crying and laughing, her shrieks mingled with gleeful giggles. A smell assaulted Horik's nose and Horik gagged.

She dug around in her pocket for a bandana and heard a sickening squelch as she pulled it out. One man's face came up to look at her and as he did, she noticed something dripping from his chin. Her eyes widened. Horik felt her legs stiffen even as she dug for a small vial. She had to know what was going on.

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The setting sun cast strange shadows across the townsfolk as they began to sway. Some of them seemed to melt in the twilight, muddy secretions pouring down from the hair and covering their body. Others seemed to catch the rays of the sun and blaze, fire streaming across their skin. All but a rare few began to wail and sway from side to side, their eyes casting about for their prey.

Only a few seemed to retain their sanity, barking out orders to the others as they began to search the town for the outsiders who had invaded earlier that day.

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Syra slummed in the chair as the worm uncoiled itself from her. The old woman gagged on her knees, steam coming from her scalding throat as she struggled to breathe. She gave the worm one last look before falling onto her face, still boiling water pouring from her parted lips, quickly absorbed into the sand.


"Huh..." Syra stirred, her senses beginning to return. "Wha-what happened?" She asked, her hand resting on her forehead. She shook her head in a vain attempt to clear away the fog when her eyes rested on the worm and M'Kama. "What...what is that?" She asked, then she saw the stall owner laying on the ground, dead. "What the hell happened? I drank a sip of tea and...oh..." the pieces began falling into place. "You, you two saved me, from her?" she gestured to the dead woman.

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"You were a soldier before you became a thrall, correct?" M'Kama questioned Syra, recalling a conversation had on the way towards the town. "Not a very good one, I take it?"

A gurgling noise was heard behind them and M'Kama turned around. It was the old farmer. "Tarson?" The Yybian man questioned.

Old man Tarson replied by opening his mouth causing water to flood out of it. Tears poured from his eyes as they turned glassy and distant. He continued to vomit water onto himself until he was coated in it. Stuck in a watery prison shaped like himself.

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Syra glared at M'Kama for his comment, but before she could retort, the old man came up from behind. He vomited water and seemed to be in some sort of trance. Syra looked over where the woman lay dead and also noticed that there was no incense in the air. "Phoenix magic?" She started unable to come up with another explanation for the man's seemingly drowned form. "A drowned man...I've never heard of any sort of Phoenix that could wield water like that though...you?" She asked M'Kama, who was just as surprised as she was.

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"No, but I've read about it," M'Kama frowned. "Lost magic from a dead language. Should have remained buried...." M'Kama informed her, beginning to draw his blade, smoke emitting from it as soon as it was remotes from it's hilt. "Not all of these townspeople are maliscious of their own free will," he continued, drawing his blade fully, the metal glowing as if it were freshly forged.

He turned to Syra and grinned. "Best find a weapon." He plunged his blade into the earth and let the earth take care of the rest. The ground erupted and launched the old man backwards before he could lunge at them. He fell into the dirt, the water that was controlling him, cushioning his fall. "Try not to kill those not in control, if neccesary...." he advised the former thrall before suddenly taking off.

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Ash turned just in time to watch the scantily clad woman drop her weapon, Arubak having used some kind of magic to project a pebble through her hand. He looked back to Arubak, about to thank him, but then the suggestion of kidnapping came up, causing the Captain to grimace in displeasure. That was certainly not something he found himself being okay with. That was besides the point though, before either of them could do anything else, the towns people began to shift into horrid monstrosities, creatures that seemed to be coated in mud, or water, or some such substance.

He looked back to the scantily clad woman, who was also now morphing into one of these deranged beings. "This bloody day..." Was all he could mutter. Ash turned to get Arubak's thoughts on the situation, but the man was already running, and the path he had taken was now being filled in by these creatures, cutting Ash off.

There was a sigh as the Captain hung his head for a moment, giving it a shake. "Why must I continue to be interrupted by such ridiculous tomfoolery! Fine! I tried to be nice, courteous, and polite. But ladies of the night becoming creatures of the night is where I draw the bloody line!" He looked back up to see the saloon patrons all morphed, the people in the streets quickly surrounding the saloon, even the barkeep was one of them now.

"You know what, I think I could go for a bottle now." In an instant the Captain had both his pistol, and the glittering revolver Percy had gifted him, in hand. He turned towards the inside of the saloon and began to open fire, sending two rounds into the scantily clad monster's head, before turning to the others. Ash kicked one of the tables over and used it as a slight barrier as he took more shots at the monsters near the left and right sides of the bar. Several monsters fell, but he ran dry in a moment. He quickly began reloading as the monsters started to charge.

Loaded. Ash hopped over the table and started firing to the sides again as he charged towards the bar counter. A few more of the nasty things fell and Ash was face to face with the barkeep again, his face looking decayed and rotted, disgusting brown goo oozing down his face. Both guns went to the barkeeps head and released one round each into his head. He dropped to the floor and Ash climbed over the counter and behind the bar.

The Captain grabbed a bottle of whiskey and quickly slid it into his rucksack before taking a few more in hand. Ash began tossing them at the floor, the walls, the monsters, anything he could. Every bottle from the wall was getting shattered against something, coating the room in liquor. The creatures continued to approach however, so Ash quickly began smashing a piece of the shelf off, pulling a board from it that he swung at his assailants.

Once Ash felt confident in his work, he swung the board at a few more monsters, spraying their disgusting drippings to different parts of the room, before jumping back over the counter and making a dash for the stairs. He dropped the board and rummaged through his pockets quickly. "Since you've given me such a warm welcome, I feel it's only fair to give you all an equally warm goodbye! TTFN, ta ta for now!" He produced a match from his pocket, lit it, and tossed it to the floor. The room began to quickly light up in flames, and Ash continued up the stairs.

More scantily clad women awaited in the upper level, lumbering out of bedrooms and other areas, their bodies also taking on new, horrifying shapes. "Oh you bloody things... You know this is going against some very fundamental principles for me? I do not approve of harming a woman under any circumstances, even if she's wearing leather and holding a whip!" He looked around the room for other options, spying a window down a hallway. He eyed it up before giving a slight nod to himself.

"Well ladies, seems this will have to wait till another time." He grinned with a nod as he dashed towards the window, throwing himself through it. There was a crash, and the sound of glass and wood splinters flying through the air and landing on ground and buildings around it. Ash flew through the air for a moment before his body thudded and rolled across the roof of a smaller building that was beside the saloon. Quickly picking himself up, the Captain continued to dash, jumping from roof top to roof top to find the rest of his comrades.

A few minutes later, and a great deal of physical exertion on Ash's part, and he was standing on yet another roof, heaving as he tried to catch his breath and allow his legs to rest from all the jumping. Walking over to the side of the building, getting ready to do yet another jump, Ash discovered Horik was standing in an alley below, with more of the disgusting creatures piling up at the entrance.

"Excuse me young lady, are you in need of assistance?" Ash called below as he laid down on the roof, hanging his hand down within reach so that he could pull Horik up.

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The shopkeeper entered his explosion-damaged hut as the sun sunk below the horizon, his eyes glowing with the residue of the Phoenix magic reverberating throughout his fellow townspeople. There would be little escape for the outsiders tonight, the shopkeeper, whose name was Divon, thought to himself, smiling grimly.

Whether transformed by earth, water, or fire magic, the townsfolk were all under his control. As the only member of the town blessed with the power of the Air Phoenix, the most ancient and powerful magic of them all, Divon had been chosen for command. None would be able to hide or run, and thought fight they might, they would succumb in the end. They always did.

Divon cracked open the hidden cellar door in one corner and peered down on the unconscious Otis. It had been much too easy to knock Otis unconscious and hide him in the cellar. Smiling, Divon shut the cellar and stepped out the back. Raising his arms, he reached out to the wind.

Around the town, the wind began to blow faster and harder in a circle, soon creating an impenetrable barrier of howling wind and sand that would lock the intruders inside the town. Divon laughed in delight. The hunt would begin in earnest now.

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"Things ain't lookin' too good from here, boss," Caenna commented as Arubak ran into the wagon.

"Why, thank you, Caenna," he nodded sarcastically. "I hadn't quite noticed on account of my hair gettin' damn near singed off by a barmaid!"

"Well what the hell is goin' on sir?" She shouted over. The sound of her shotgun blowing a hole through an oncoming attacker.

"Some...kinda damnable phoenix magic, I reckon!" Arubak stammered, taking off his hat to brush off some cinders that had caught onto it.

"Can you do something like this?" Climbs-the-Stars asked, more curious than concerned.

"Not to my knowledge, no!" Arubak answered. "Nothin' like this..."

"Can we leave then?"

"No!"

"Why n-"

"Because that witch of the wastes has somethin' of mine!" Arubak shouted over ruckus of the winds as they began to pick up. "So what we're gonna do is help our friends here put an end to this damn mess, so I can get back what's mine!" He spat, pointing towards himself. "Now c'mon!"

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Horik look up and saw Asch's hand reaching down towards her. She completely ignored it though as she stepped closer to the massive pile of writhing flesh. Goggles down, Horik was close enough to extend a hand towards them even as their bodies contorted and there were intermittent bursts of screaming or laughing. There was more slime and Horik noticed some had dribbled down to her feet. She knelt down to collect a sample of it in her vial but as she did, one of the crying corpses lodged itself free and leapt for Horik.

Clinging the vial in one hand, the best the explorer could do was scramble back and her attacker fell on empty space. It seemed dazed and Horik took the opportunity. She scrambled to her feet and ran towards Asch but as she took his hand, the screeching woman lunged.

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The worm sensed M'kama leaving and turned towards Syra who seemed to be deliberating on what to do. It moved towards the man that lay on top of water and brought it massive head close. It seemed to be inspecting it despite having no eyes or nose but if Syra had been looking at it, she could have been able to tell it was curious about the man. In an instant, the head flared and the worm struck forward. A massive hole had opened up at the tip of the worm and it began to swallow the man whole.

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