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<blockquote data-quote="The803" data-source="post: 2001437" data-attributes="member: 23183">The gibbous portal closes, leaving only Rhys' turtle shell.The turtlefolk describe themselves as newly-born scions of &quot;the deeping heart-well of creation,&quot; which you take to mean the portal they just passed through.&nbsp; Nobody remembers seeing them inside the world serpent womb-egg, although the Sarphidian seemed familiar with them.&nbsp; They are very much like Gibbous in temperment, although they do not appear to be made of the same nethling-flesh.&nbsp; The male&nbsp; gives his name as Sun, and introduces the female as Sea.&nbsp; They are busy murmuring prayers to the sarphidian chrysalis in a language which Meenah recognizes as draconic.Now that the in-flow of visitors has stopped, Anthaze the bariaur offers to guide people to the nearest &quot;throat&quot; of the World Serpent and describes the layout of the plane to newcomers.&nbsp; Right now, you are in the maze-like &quot;coils&quot; of the World Serpent, which connect various &quot;throats&quot; to one another through an endless series of tavern-like corridors.&nbsp; The coils of the serpent are derived from the Lady of Pain's mazes, and shift constantly; the way to find a particular throat is to concentrate on it and wander the coils, following your instincts.&nbsp; It's kind of like Astral travel, only with beer and pretzels.Anthaze assembles most of the gathered folk into a motley troupe intent on finding the nearest throat-taproom together, although many small groups set out on their own beforehand or choose to stay put where the food and drink are.&nbsp; Wysele, now armed with a skin of white wine and a jar of green olives, favors going out on her own.&nbsp; Swatting at a stray sunfly that seems intent on annoying her, she invites anyone who doesn't want to follow the bleating crowd (said under her breath with a smirk, out of earshot from Anthaze) to come along for the ride.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="The803, post: 2001437, member: 23183"] The gibbous portal closes, leaving only Rhys' turtle shell. The turtlefolk describe themselves as newly-born scions of "the deeping heart-well of creation," which you take to mean the portal they just passed through. Nobody remembers seeing them inside the world serpent womb-egg, although the Sarphidian seemed familiar with them. They are very much like Gibbous in temperment, although they do not appear to be made of the same nethling-flesh. The male gives his name as Sun, and introduces the female as Sea. They are busy murmuring prayers to the sarphidian chrysalis in a language which Meenah recognizes as draconic. Now that the in-flow of visitors has stopped, Anthaze the bariaur offers to guide people to the nearest "throat" of the World Serpent and describes the layout of the plane to newcomers. Right now, you are in the maze-like "coils" of the World Serpent, which connect various "throats" to one another through an endless series of tavern-like corridors. The coils of the serpent are derived from the Lady of Pain's mazes, and shift constantly; the way to find a particular throat is to concentrate on it and wander the coils, following your instincts. It's kind of like Astral travel, only with beer and pretzels. Anthaze assembles most of the gathered folk into a motley troupe intent on finding the nearest throat-taproom together, although many small groups set out on their own beforehand or choose to stay put where the food and drink are. Wysele, now armed with a skin of white wine and a jar of green olives, favors going out on her own. Swatting at a stray sunfly that seems intent on annoying her, she invites anyone who doesn't want to follow the bleating crowd (said under her breath with a smirk, out of earshot from Anthaze) to come along for the ride. [/QUOTE]

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