06-06-2021, 07:22 AM
(This post was last modified: 06-06-2021, 08:22 AM by MrBongtastic.)
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The Call Is getting louder.
The Mire is filled with his gaze.
The host is always watching.
His statues full of whispers.
The call is ever louder.
The Mire is filled with his gaze.
The host is always watching.
His statues full of whispers.
The call is ever louder.
Stone statues of Dok Zong litter the mire, popping up in random spaces all around, some in the middle of the swamps and others on the edges of paths. They all share his likeness, sprouting from the earth wherever they stood growing more and more numerous as those approach the temple of Nyx.
Those who approach them say they hear whispers,
those who touch them feel an immeasurable hunger.
They are his children, his horde, they are the spiral.
The Call is getting louder.
Those who approach them say they hear whispers,
those who touch them feel an immeasurable hunger.
They are his children, his horde, they are the spiral.
The Call is getting louder.