Snippet #2517679

Dravon had knelt down at the edge of the rooms inner circle eying the dead around them. Not really able to find the words that he needed for that moment, all of this seemed so pointless if this was the end of their journey. But what came next was beyond what either of them expected to happen at that time.

"They.. were.. not.. worthy.."

A voice calls out to them from above, strong and defiant. The very call of the voice could be felt at the back on ones spine and caused a draw of pressure across ones brow. As if it were affecting them on more then just a physical level. Dravon could feel a section of his stomach buckle before his instincts drove him to roll back from his position. This was right before the darkness of the ceiling parts and a large figure falls, landing with an unsettling crash as it drops on malformed legs. Sending cracks through the floor and knocking up waves of dust through the air. Dravon and the others can feel the air waft past them, throwing hair and cloth aside. A true testament to its sheer size and weight.

It was a vastly sized and disturbing beast, if not a mirror then a patriarch to what they have encountered today.

As the creature stood and the flickering of the passing flames subsided its full form came to light. Its figure tall and bulky with misshapen angles and corners. Its skin; the same charred, lacquered dark sheen of the others before and even now in some sections its body carries the same tepid shade of moisture. But its left arm is covered in a long dark muscular structure and where the "infection" sits. It appears to have hardened into a thick chitinous outer layer. In fact its whole body is a vast mystery of curiosity to behold. Missing a majority of its right arm and leg, ending in a wet stump after its elbow and knee.

Whatever it was; it seemed to be far from complete and only only capable of certain strains of moment. Where its body was solid however did not lack for mass, its chest and forearms were stocking and wide. Its chest revealing the images of faces, frozen in terror and pain writhing under its corpulent form. It was obvious now what the end result was for those that became one of those wretched things. Atop its shoulders sat a head that barely resembled any that Dravon had seen. In fact the head and neck were fuzed together and instead it was a large wide lump stretching from atop the shoulders. From the middle of what this creature had for a face, there sprouted a large section of hazy yellow gems. Like a strangely morbid crown, that glowed with a sickly yellow aura.

The front of its chest bore the same crystal as well and two vestigial arms that sat crossed under the crystals edge. As if the creature stood there in patience waiting for an answer of some sort, only for it to speak once more.
"Gaze upon me... mortal.."

Dravon looked on as he could feel the tension build behind his teeth as the monstrosity before them spoke. It had no mouth nor any eyes for that matter, but he could tell it was staring down upon him and his companions. As if one would be standing in a crowded room and feel all the eyes upon them in turn.