Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160820182648/@comment-27550231-20160826155829

The language of the old ones can cause physical pain to mortal beings and in extreme cases insanity. But I do not falter as their words fall on deaf ears and all I hear are the sweet whispers of Rhun. Their impossible geometry brings confusion to those who behold it but I see the world through new eyes. My skin still crawls at the sight but no longer am I frozen helpless like a frightened child.

With my newfound courage we break from the formation and run after the beast. Rhun calls out to it in their native tounge and tries to calm it down. "Gr'phylum ch'tops agr'dghj ny'agthlp!" Though she speaks in the language of chaos and madness I understand it as clear as a lovers sweet whispers. "You are quite far from home. Release the small one and we shall offer you salvation. Oh kin of mine."