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Note, however, that Gwyn's idea of male bonding likely involves nailing two boys together, rather than any kind of emotional exchange.

The bizarre creature writhes and shrinks, then seems almost to deflate as a vile, reddish ichor pours out of it. The hollow skin twists and reforms into a trout, as the fluid slowly diffuses into the water. Dalamutha gasps, his gills working desperately to regain breath.

As Fairweather leaves its reach, it lashes her once, cutting across her trailing leg; the monstrosity then turns its attention to Dalamutha, gripping him firmly in one pair of appendages. OOC: Another 14 damage, though everything is healed by the spell.

And up spake the captain of our gallant ship, and a fine brave captain was he, He said this mermaid has warned me of our doom, we shall sink to the bottom of the sea. And the ocean waves do roll, and the stormy winds do blow An' we poor sailors are skippin' at the top While the land lubbers lie...

Fairweather writhes free and draws Oakhammer; the creature makes a bizarre noise, reminiscent of both a teapot and a baby's wail, and lashes out with all four limbs. The tentacles, which Fairweather can now see are covered not in suckers but in biting, sharklike maws, tear great strips from her...

The creature's tendril follows Fairweather's form for a few moments, then wraps around her throat. Not only is the pressure tremendous, but the unnatural flesh seems to be decaying her body on contact. Dalamutha shouts in alarm and tries to strike it with the short sword he carries, but he is...

If you have a map-making program, just post the map as you will have altered it; I assume you can calculate how much the Move Earth spells will be able to do.

"Alright, but we'll be watching you, too. Just because you know Tenpug's name doesn't mean we can trust you." (Assuming that neither Ristu nor Arriha has other plans:) Despite the woodcutter's word of warning, there is no difficulty in returning to the camp, as aerial reconnaissance allows you...

"What word does he send? And who are you?"

The balding man seems somewhat startled by Jesper's good cheer; he responds after a few seconds. "Yes, I am the owner. You have something you wish to purchase, or wish to ship?" ~ The creature does not respond to Fairweather's words, instead reaching out with one tentacle to feel out her...

Within an hour, the pair of flyers have located a band of woodcutters which matches the general description they were given. The group is loaded down with woods, including a substantial amount of the agafari prized for weaponcrafting. They do not appear to have noticed their observers.

The figure darts forward with astonishing alacrity, closing to less than twenty feet. At this distance, the stench of roses is overwhelmingly cloying, and it can clearly be seen that the creature, while it resembles a locathah in size and overall shape, has been hideously changed. Its scales...

Agracahn, Litorian Unfettered *Agracahn steps backwards, eyeing the throbbing veins nervously. He shouts over the rising wind "If we don't do something final soon, something final will happen to us!"*

"Oh, yes, of course, present company excepted. My apologies."

As Fairweather draws closer, the scent grows almost nauseating. She can barely make out a vaguely humanoid figure, but the number of limbs seems off somehow. OOC: Blindsense only gives location, not description, and while scent is definitely helping you locate it, it's too unfamiliar to...

"I have many songs indeed, though I doubt a martial air is appropriate for this venue. Perhaps a song of the sea?" It was Friday morn, when we set sail, and we were not far from the land, When the captain, he spied a mermaid so fair, with a comb and a glass in her hand. And the ocean waves do...

A midde-aged, balding man comes to the door. He looks somewhat tired, but in a fairly good mood. "Good day; may I help you?" ~ In the sea, Fairweather notices a scent that doesn't belong. In the harsh, coppery water, a faint trace of something almost floral is wafting up from the depths...

Grim Daergal, Svirfneblin Cagebreaker "That sounded like a halfling; no dragon-spawn sounds quite so child-like unless they're tearing something to pieces like the wings off a moth. I would suggest we move to the west, but those with eyes who can stand this light should keep an extra eye out...

Agracahn, Litorian Unfettered *Delighted with the success of this latest tactic, Agracahn attempts to let the wind out of the woman's veins before it builds to an even more dangerous level.*

Iegara moves up a few feet behind Shokai, though his eyes watch not the monks, but the small, darting figures, trying to see what they are.