[ In the dark of Alenroux’s night and the thicket of forests, they probably missed it at first because it doesn’t stand out. Hunched over on the ground is what looks like a bundle of roots, which is an oddity, but not unusual enough on its own. At least, until they feel the burn in their Shards, and the bundle starts to move. With the creak of wood as it shifts, the roots move and slither over each other until the creature stands, and a dim light starts to fill the space that could be called its “head”.
As the light grows, voices come to their minds as the thing Communes with them, despite any efforts to push it back out. There’s a multitude of them, all shifting over one other as they speak the same words, but there’s agony in the tones. ]
Shard. Shard. SHARD.
[ The light grows bright enough to see an indent in the roots that contains a single humanoid skull in the mass surrounded by crystals of various shapes and colors. As it draws up to its full height of about seven feet, it creaks and extends a hand like it wants one of them to take it. ]
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As the light grows, voices come to their minds as the thing Communes with them, despite any efforts to push it back out. There’s a multitude of them, all shifting over one other as they speak the same words, but there’s agony in the tones. ]
Shard. Shard. SHARD.
[ The light grows bright enough to see an indent in the roots that contains a single humanoid skull in the mass surrounded by crystals of various shapes and colors. As it draws up to its full height of about seven feet, it creaks and extends a hand like it wants one of them to take it. ]