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Broom's friends were just in the process of lowering Reine when the frightening woman vigorously motioned upwards. Broom frantically redirected the motivating force towards the roof rather than floor. ... Broom beamed as she asked her invisible friends to gently lower Reine back down to the ground. "Thank you! We are glad We could help." Her smile became a look of concern as she noticed Reine's condition, but that concern was alleviated as Hannah's healing light bathed everyone in the room. "Could you teach Us how to use light to fix people?" She looked at the corpse as the black goo continued to burn. She sighed, the sorceress really didn't like how messy her spells were. After waiting for the goo to run its course she helped clean the mess while everyone else examined Melissen's belongings. "Why was she so angry with all of us? We don't even really remember her either.. Oh, wait! That book. We remember it! We think it might have been Ours. May We have a look?" Broom waited politely for permission to peruse the heavy tome. Her eyes lit up, the little black veins in the corners of her eyes become a little more prominent. "We know some of these things! We remember stuff about Things from Outside of Here. We don't understand a lot of what is written here though. We... 'feel?' like it tells you how to call things from Outside to visit Here. We think some of it is also about making Them behave while they visit." She absently cast a spell and called forth another invisible servant and asked it to start cleaning up as she became engrossed in the book. "There are ideas in here about ways for Us to travel to other places, some of the other places Here and even some that 'feel' like they would take Us There. But..." she trailed off for a moment, a look of consternation on her face. "These are all very strange feelings and difficult ideas. We don't know if We can do any of these."
Seeing Melisenn fly away Leaving Reine hanging there in the middle of the air, Broom requested that her invisible helpers lower her to the ground. Since the flying priestess had put some distance between herself and Reine, Broom took the opportunity to throw another blob of vitriolic ichor at her.
Broom winced and coughed as the yellow mist stung her eyes and filled her lungs. Grimacing through the tears she focused on Reine and waited for the right moment.
Broom dashed up to Reine and whispered "Get as close as you can to her, We will have Our friends help you reach her." Without further explanation she pulled forth thoughts of the place of dreams and entreated the unseen friends for help.
Broom will be trying to get closer, was hoping to get a DOT on her to force concentration checks but dice thought otherwise.
The final words that she did not understand slipped through her lips as the thoughts of the giant Things that swam lazily through the darkness below filled her mind. With the final utterance Lachen began to grow to enormous proportions! As those thoughts faded, Melisenn's words lingered in her mind leaving an uneasy feeling. What had she really done when she was someone else? But that didn't matter right now, the mad woman was trying to bring someone Else Here and that would break a lot of people. "We don't know what We may have done when We were someone Else, but We aren't going to let you bring Him Here!" A ball of black goo formed in Broom's cupped hand, very similar to the way Us oozed out of her skin. The goo formed into a ball which she flung at Melisen leaving a faint scent of vinegar in the air.
Melisenn was further away than she expected, and behind a bunch of stone pillars. The black sphere splattered across one of the stone columns sizzling and etching the rock.
Sorry for the unexpectedly long delay.
"Melissen? Why do We remember you? And not very nice memories either? What did you do with the Count? And why do you want to bring the King in Yellow here? He will break everyone!"
She turned to the misshapen creature. Broom opposed Ancient Grandmother's desire to break everything, and she wasn't very fond of the idea of letting any other Ancient Relative from breaking even small parts of the world so she brought up thoughts of big things and began casting a spell.
Tearing her eyes from the mess that was Weireralia still bubbling away under the influence of her black goo she perked up. "Oh! We are also a doctor!" Broom was only vaguely aware of what she was doing, but she was enthusiastic as she intently watched Hannah work. Seeing the priestess reach for the tools on the table she frowned disapprovingly "Here, you don't want to use any of those. We haven't had a chance to clean them. We have this." Broom pulled a brown leather case from her pack and opened it up revealing the vast array of shining metal surgical instruments, each one gleaming spotlessly in the light.
She didn't have the breadth of knowledge of Hannah, but she did seem to know what she was doing. "You will probably need this and this." she said, handing over an implement or two. Us made a little screechy noise "Do you think so? Maybe this will help as well?" she asked, offering one more tool from the surgical kit. Meanwhile, though Us had taken an interest in the procedure at the start, she quickly lost interest given more intriguing things in the room. While the surgery took place, Us skittered over the the royal accuser and began to explore the strange device arrayed above him. +8 arcana, planes or engineering. If it isn't any of these Us has other knowledges as well.
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Acid ray 4/5. Spells 1: 5/7 2: 3/6 3: 2/3
Wand of death knell (18), Wand of infernal healing (15), Wand of bless (13) While Broom was disturbed the the strange sounds and vague familiarity with whatever this was, it was one of her statements that shook her the most. "The Count wanted to sacrifice us?" Was this a revelation, or had she just suppressed the knowledge in some misguided hope that the Count was just a victim in some larger scheme like they were? Why did she assume the Count was innocent in all this anyway? Her self reflection was cut short as Lachen suddenly suffered grievous wounds at the lady's claws and terrible maw. "We are going to find the Count, he has a lot to answer for and your aren't going to stop us!" Conjuring up a palm full of black good, she thrust her hand forward and sent the viscous projectile hurtling towards the woman in yellow.
Broom sighed and shook her head at the mess on the ground. Upon seeing Reine cleaning her nails Broom offered a cloth from her pack. While everyone searched, to the surprise of no-one at this point Broom took the time to do what she could to clean up the spilled goods, bloody corpses and anything else that needed tending to. "The kitchen is probably up that ladder" she commented as she cleaned. She nodded at Hannah's suggestion "There might be more people locked up, we should have a look to make sure."
Broom dashed into the room behind Lachen and Reine as the flurry of activity erupted. She didn't want to do anything before the fish men had a chance to surrender, but she felt responsible for letting the rotund man in the coffin hurt Lachen. She watched the fishmen carefully for any sign of aggression and prepared to cast a spell if they tried to hurt anyone.
"Oh, no need for all that," Hannah said as she was already in the motions of a spell. A flick of her hand and the mess was cleaned. Broom was happy to have help with the cleaning spell. It didn't give the same gratification as doing the work herself, but the results were still immensely satisfying. Seeing that Hannah was willing to take a few moments to tidy up Broom also cast the cleaning spell to help. ... "Here's the bucket you wished for. If I knew it would work so fast, I would have enjoyed you wished for a banquet, not a bucket." Broom smiled brightly and happily took the bucket, tossing down the well and pulling up a pail full of water. She placed the full bucket on the lip of the well. "Now We have a full bucket ready if We need it. We still don't have a mop but that is fine." ... Broom watched from a respectful distance while Lachen worked on the lock. Us skittered up the door and sat beside the lock peering with keen interest at both the work being done and the person doing it with different sets of eyes at the same time.
Broom appreciated the help as the man was quite large. With the body back in the coffin she took a towel out of her pack and gingerly retrieved the head from Reine, offering the woman a clean rag in return to wipe away anything that may have gotten on her fingers. The sorceress then carefully arranged the head where it should be and began to tidy up the corpse and put it into a respectful pose. At Reine's request she also poked about a bit to see if there was anything of interest on the corpse or in the coffin.
With the deceased properly tended to she fretted over the mess on the floor "We need a mop and bucket to properly clean that up. Maybe there is a servant's closet somewhere else in the building."
Broom watched with a little dismay as her ooze continued to burn the man. Despite the fact that he was almost certainly dead, she felt uncomfortable with the realization that she didn't know how to stop the corrosive substance if she wanted to. "We should put him back in his coffin, it seems like the right thing to do." She put down her pack and began to tug at the strange man's arm, dragging the corpse back to the coffin from which it had come.
Though a little surprised at the sudden violence, Broom was unfazed. She knew that their interrupting his sleep was rude, but this was completely uncalled for! She took the opportunity to duck into the room so that her friends were not in the way. With a clear line she concentrated and filled her palm with a viscous black substance with a purple sheen. The faint smell of vinegar filled the air. She thrust her palm forward and the liquid leapt from her hand, stretching out into a bolt of corrosive fluid.
Broom rubbed her itchy eyes as she stared down into the coffin. Oh! Are you all right?" she asked the rotund man lying inside. "We are very sorry, We didn't expect that anyone would be trying to sleep in here. We will be on our way. But before we go, We are looking for the Count, would you have seen him by any chance?"
Broom still has see invisibility active (it lasts an hour), does she see anything with that?
Broom brightened up upon seeing the spiral of Pharasma "We have that symbol.". She pulled the wooden disc emblazoned with the ghostly flames from her pack. Heeding Hannah's advice, she refrained from touching any of the coffins, but that didn't stop her from pondering out loud "Why is there one just lying on the floor when all the others are nicely put away? And why are there empty ones?" Her rambling thoughts were interrupted by the noises coming from inside the coffin.
Broom poked about the storage room while Us excitedly skittered over everything. When Hannah began to dress Broom diligently took another sheet from her pack and held one corner while calling upon an invisible helper to hold up the other, giving the priestess a measure of privacy. Afterwards she took both sheets and carefully folded them up, replacing them in her pack before looking at the curious medallion. Examining it for a moment she indulged in letting her mind wander about.
Likewise, Us ran over to see what had captured Broom's attention
Broom stood still staring blankly as tears starting to accumulate in her black bloodshot eyes while Us gently swayed back and forth for a bit. Broom's mind bumped into many thoughts, but as interesting as they were, she found nothing about the medallion and refrained from. Us, on the other hand was able to wander a little farther out and squreeched excitedly. Broom listened carefully as Us explained, eventually having to cut her off as she meandered into topics totally tangential to the object. "Us says this is Magistrate Padgett's medallion. We wonder what it is doing here?" She wrapped the badge of station in a cloth and carefully stowed it in her pack in case they met him. "Lets see if he is in another room down here." Moving up into the next room behind Lachen.
Broom put away the holy symbols and looked through her pack some more. If Hannah was going to go with them then she should probably have something to help defend herself considering the hostility that they had met. "You should probably have something to protect yourself with. We don't have anything in Our pack, but you can use Our sickle if you would like. It isn't much, but it could help." Broom presented the curved tool turned weapon. "At least until we can find your stuff" It was then that the little, vaguely scorpion-like creature skittered into the room and up Broom to perch on her shoulder. Its smooth teardrop shaped body was black and shiny, looking almost wet. Eight thin insect like appendages sprouted from its sides, six ending in needle like points while the front two extended forwards into delicate claws. The tapered end narrowed to a fine whip like tail tipped by a delicate barb with a notch on one side. Perhaps most odd was that it had no discernible face, instead its front was a mass of little white eyes, each blinking and looking around independent of the other until they all fixed on Hannah. The little creature quietly screeched despite not having a visible mouth. Even though the screech was unintelligible, there was an almost excited(?) quality to it as the thing's tail undulated happily (?). "Oh, We almost forgot. This is Us! Us is always excited to meet new people." Broom whispered to Us "You can ask all your questions later, not now."
Broom thought that was odd, why would she feel naked now that she had clothes? But wait.. what was that? Broom's eyebrows shot up and her itchy eyes went wide with recognition. "Wait! We know that name!" She reached into her pack and pulled out the wand emblazoned with the Dawnflower's symbology. "Sometimes Sarenrae lets us bless the party!" She held the wand aloft and enthusiastically called out "Praise the sun!"
The wand flared to life and the party was bathed in a few moments of a warm blessing. Broom smiled with satisfaction. Hannah knew the cleaning spell, like Broom did, knew the dancing light spell, like Broom did, and knew about Sarenrae. Could they be related? She thought for a moment before reaching back into her pack and pulling out two items: One a wooden disc inscribed with a spiral of ghostly flame and the other a silver necklace with a pendant displaying a colorful bird. "We don't have an angel, but would either of these help?"
It may not impact anything, but the name Broom was adopted when she awoke in Briarstone with no memory. The group at that time assumed the name of the items that they had on their persons. Her actual name before the mind wipe was Mashiki Malbourne, or Dr. Malbourne in the Count's employ. Even after this revelation she has just kept using the name Broom.
Broom was lost in thought again as Lachen had once again kissed her on her forehead. That was the second time in one day! What did it mean? Pondering the implications she followed everyone to the next door where her thoughts changed from introspection to intense curiosity as she watched Lachen manipulate the lock without a key. Wasn't John able to do that? She looked around for am moment, where was he anyway? A click and creak of the door opening brought her attention back to the secured room and the prisoner within. A moment of vertigo overtook her as her thoughts were thrown into disarray, a feeling that she had not experienced for a very long time. There was some debate between herselfs about whether they did or did not know the person within. The confusion lasted until Reine called her name and she simply accepted that she may or may not know this person as Hannah. Maybe both? She would explore the thoughts later, but for now someone needed help. "Oh, of course!" she replied before moving into the room and plopping down her pack. She set about examining the prisoner's condition as Lachen worked on her bindings.
After her physical health was assessed Broom was about to attend to Hannah's overall cleanliness when to the sorceress' pleasant surprise the newly freed woman took care of it herself! Broom smiled and dabbed a tear from her eye with a handkerchief before extending a hand. "Hello! We are called Broom." Broom quickly acted at Lachen's lewd comment and Hannah's attempt at modesty. "One moment, We can help." Reaching into her pack Broom pulled out one of the dust covers that she had acquired along the way. She quickly began folding the sheet and dressed the newcomer in a makeshift toga. She cleared her runny nose and smiled again as the multiple lights illuminated the room. That was something that she could do as well!
Broom merely nodded silently at Des' inquiry as to her well being. She rubbed her eyes again and absentmindedly pulled a kerchief from her pack to take care of her nose that had started to run. The sorceress' mind lingered on the destruction in the museum. Things around her had been broken or damaged before, but something about this was different. Seeing the damage to the displays in the museum had evoked a much more poignant feeling that lingered and she wasn't sure why. The group moved on to the study and Us excitedly skittered around on the amber limned man examining him closely as Broom ruminated on her feelings.
When mundane items were broken, as unfortunate as it was, they could usually be replaced. A cup's value was in its function as a cup, and a broken cup that couldn't be fixed could just be replaced. The items in the museum were each unique. Each trophy was the product of a specific event that could not be repeated. Every piece of art the result of some spark of inspiration unique to that moment. Even the portraits and mementos were products of a specific that had some kind of meaning unique to that history. Unlike a cup, when one of these items was destroyed what it represented was gone forever. There was no replacement for anything that was destroyed and that was why the loss of any one of those items was so much more tragic. With her thoughts and feelings finally sorted, she vowed once again to fix anything that she was able to once the Count had been found. Clearing her nose once more her demeanor once again brightened up. Rubbing her tearing eyes once more she had a quick look into the book that had caught Des and Reine's attention. "If the Count sacrificed his servant's minds for his studies, and we used to be his servants, then who are we now?" she asked quizzically.
Des's shadow smashed its enormous fists into the expensive wood paneling over and over, causing a fair bit of damage but doing little else. Her hungry little shadows seemed to find something in the corner but did little damage. Broom clasped her hands over her head and grimaced, wincing at every blow that damaged something. She rubbed one itchy eye and vowed to herself to come back and fix this if she was able.
Hi everyone I wanted to apologize for my extended absence.
Having learned her lesson the first time, Broom gave a brief gesture in its general direction and whispered loudly "Its over there" before stepping back from the materializing hound.
Broom watched the hound squeeze through the corner and disappear into another dimension. Is that something she could do? She would need to investigate later, but for now she was simply happy that it went away. Or did it? She rubbed her itchy, teary eyes again and looked about to make sure the hound had truly left for the realm of angles.
She really didn't want to hurt the hound further, Broom rather wanted to see it just go away back to its place between places. Unfortunately it seemed persistent in its attempt to hurt everyone and in doing so also threatened to break stuff in the museum, and she couldn't allow either of those things. Taking a quick step back being careful not to bump into anything she pooled a little black liquid in her hand and tossed the viscous orb at the beast.
Her eyes were still itchy as the little veins writhed much more vigorously than that ever in the path. She quickly rubbed her left eye trying to keep the hound in sight while grayish tears started to well up in the corners.
Broom considered in retrospect that shouting and pointing and generally making it clear that she could see the invisible beast may not have been the best choice. She shrank back as the hound snapped at her leaving some light scratches and torn cloth. She clasped her arm to cover the black blood seeping from the wound. "Bad ot ahl'n'gha! Go back to your angles!"
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Acid ray 4/5. Spells 1: 5/7 2: 5/6 3: 2/3
Wand of death knell (18), Wand of infernal healing (15), Wand of bless (14) Broom cast about the room but there wasn't anything to see! What was she supposed to do? As she struggled to decide what to do a feeling and thought entered her mind. She blinked as her eyes went itchy, the black veins the writhed at the corners growing thicker and more pronounced. As they extended and crossed her vision she suddenly found that she could see the unseen! She didn't know how, or why, but the fact that she could came as a pleasant surprise. "There! Its over there!" she called out, pointing at the previously unseen entity.
Is it correct that Broom doesn't actually see anything yet on her turn?
She held the vest out to Broom, the favor in her eyes unspoken by her lips, but clearly - if silently - asked. She wasn't ready to leave the vest just lying on the floor behind them. Broom took the vest without any hesitation. She arranged it neatly and packed it away in her magical pack making mental note of mending and cleaning that would need to be done on it later. Moving back downstairs, the group walked through a short hallway into a large, open room. This long hall, clad with fine wood paneling, looked like an oversized curio cabinet, with hundreds of items and art objects on display on small tables, in vitrines, and on benches. Dozens of paintings and tapestries of various sizes hung from the walls and muffle the echoes that would normally be present in this marble-floored chamber. In several spots there are spaces where paintings have been removed, presumably sold at some point, but the collection of curios and artwork was still impressive. Broom's eyes lit up at all the wonderful curiosities. Even Us oozed out of the sorceress and began skittering too and fro in excitement, her multitude of little eyes peering in all directions as she tried to take in the entire room all at once. The little familiar peered at the paintings, dashed between the statuettes and knickknacks on the shelves, crawled into and out of the jeweled and cup skulls and ended up perched on top of the amber limned man.
Broom indulged a little as she admired the collection, letting her mind wander and bump against other thoughts while staying close to avoid the attention of whatever was out amongst the furthest thoughts. While it was fun seeing all the possibilities of what these items could be she gleaned nothing of actual use. Us was able to send her mind as far as she wanted to find thoughts, but she was so excited and scattered that she flitted from one thought to another on all the topics at once. In the end all she had to offer in her screechy little voice was innumerable fragments of random trivia on everything in the room. There was one item in particular that Broom didn't need to send her mind out to investigate, she just *knew* what it was. Her eyes lingered on it as she studied it thoughtfully. "We know what this is. It is a n'ghft lw'nafhnah... a Dark Young. A child of Shub-Niggarath." she said quietly. Broom stood transfixed by the statue. It wasn't that the statues brought back memories so much as strange and hazy feelings that she couldn't quite explain. Reine's warning woke her from her reverie.
Broom nodded and went back down the stairs. "They can talk if they want to, but they don't talk very much. If we really want to try we can come back later. We don't think it would agree to being cut open though." Once again at the bottom floor Broom went to the remaining door and once everyone was present proceeded to open it.
Broom looked a little perplexed "There isn't any reason to disturb it, is there? It isn't doing anything... well it did kill that guard, but we might have done that anyway. If we don't have to go through that room, maybe just leave it?"
kn dungeoneering: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20 Broom grimaced at the mess that was being made, but was still excited at seeing yet another denizen of the dark above. "It is a yogfm'l lllln'gha gn'th'bthnk" broom frowned as she struggled to find a suitable translation. "A star... blood eater?" The literal translation didn't feel right, but her face lit up suddenly when she found the right word "Vampire! Star Vampire. They come from the dark above like the Elder Things."
Broom grimaced at the mess that was being made, but was still excited at seeing yet another denizen of the dark above. "It is a yogfm'l lllln'gha gn'th'bthnk" broom frowned as she struggled to find a suitable translation. "A star... blood eater?" The literal translation didn't feel right, but her face lit up suddenly when she found the right word "Vampire! Star Vampire. They come from the dark above like the Elder Things."
What was Des' title while working for the Count? Like how Broom was a Doctor?
A look of concern crossed Broom's face, something about what the cultist had said didn't sit well with her. "What do you suppose he meant by 'going under the knife like you'? Did he just mean getting stabbed like he was trying to do to us?" Her pondering were immediately forgotten the moment Des suggested a displeasure at the mess. The odd sorceress put down her pack and began the process of moving the corpses to one side of the room and arranging them in a respectful manner after removing items of interest. She waited until everyone had picked anything that they wanted immediately, giving a quick clean and polish with spell and cloth to anything that was dirty. The rest she wrapped carefully in sheets she had acquired from the asylum so that the sharp items didn't damage anything else in her pack and the dirty items didn't soil anything else until she had time to clean them properly.
The little screeching from Us caught broom's attention, distracting her from the dilemma of whether she should keep using the black liquid or not. (Aklo)Uh'eog ph'nglui turor? tatterman h' mgepah nyth'drn? ahh h' ah ron geb? ymg' don't ahlloig ron ot uh'eog ph'nglui turor r'luhah count, ymg' ah? h' ahornah ulnah hafh!:
King in Yellow? Tatterman was his servant? Why is his cult here? You don't think the cult of the King in Yellow disappeared the Count, do you? He might require help! Broom looked up at the remaining opponent in alarm "What have you done with the Count? Why does the Nameless King's cult want him?
Is that a save for half, or to negate? Do you want me to factor cover into my calculations, or do you want to take care of that?
Broom winced at her own results. She knew she had to help protect her friends, but that didn't soften the impact of seeing the gruesome consequences of her own attack.
She also cringed as the duellist cut his own hand, but the following pain resulting from the dark energy washing over her suddenly made her angry, how dare he hurt them by splashing blood on them! Her flash of anger was short lived however as a part of her reflected on the fact that flicking black liquid was what she did to her opponents all the time. How could she get upset about the mess the enemy was flinging at them when Broom herself engaged in the same behaviour? Somewhat reluctantly she conjured up a cupped hand of black liquid and pondered it for a moment before tossing it with a pang of shame at the remaining opponent.
The chaos of the melee continued to swirl around the front of the doors. Broom searched desperately for another opening that she might be able to exploit, but became ever more concerned about the possibility of hitting her friends. She rushed over to Rein's side of the battle. Both Rene and Lachen could be very scary, each in their own way. Reine with her cold air of menace and Lachen with his threat of violence. If Broom accidentally hit someone in the door she felt that Reine might be more forgiving. Bringing the thoughts of the deep place to mind, she let the purple sparks dance and flow about her fingers before thrusting her arm forward. It still felt strange and looked even more alarming, but the sorceress was becoming more accustom to it as the thin black tendril whipped from her wrist, sparks dancing about it and struck at the duelist in the doorway.
Broom cringed at the brutality of Lachen's strike, but the men were warned and they did strike first after all. The sorceress looked on with a little indecision as the doorway was filled with friends in the way. Seeing Lachen's wound jolted her into action. Instinctively she pulled her wand of healing from her pack and took a step forward. Us quickly oozed out of Broom's skin and skittered up along her arm to stand on her hand, waving her little claws and making the little screechy sounds to remind Broom what happened last time she had healed Lachen. Confused and flustered about what to do, she did the next thing that came to mind. Letting Us grab the wand and skitter back up to her shoulder Broom used her newly empty hand to conjure up a small puddle of black liquid and simply tossed it into the room trying to avoid her allies.
"We don't know if they would mind. They didn't wake up when we came into this building so We don't think they would care if we went into any of the other buildings. Going to the main building sounds like a good idea." ... Broom felt comfortable walking through the front door. After all, except for Lachem they had all worked for the Count and they were looking for their missing employer. Of course they were allowed in the manner. As far as Broom was concerned, Des and Rein were the rightful caretakers of the place in the Duke's absence. Upon seeing the three men Broom smiled and waved "Hello! We are looking for... wait! What are you doing? Don't you recognize us? We work for the Duke!" she stammered in confusion at the sudden display of arms.
Broom headed up the stairs as quietly as she could so as not to disturb the slumbering Things in their hole.
Unrelated, I just learned that there is a character in Baldur's Gate 3 called 'Us'. I just wanted to point out that Broom's 'Us' was made and named before the video game ;P
Suddenly it dawned on her. "Oh!" she gasped as she covered her mouth. "We think We know what the smell might be." she whispered. Broom glanced around with a mixture of dread and giddy excitement. "There might be an Mgepoghnah, or umm... She struggled for a moment looking for the right words in the common tongue. ...ah! An Elder Thing nearby." Glancing around again as if she expected the creature to be just standing in the grass. "They aren't usually nice, but they come from the darkness above. The fishman comes from the darkness below, and that we can hear and might even be able to get to ourselves. But the darkness above, how would We ever get to see that? Maybe the Elder Thing could show Us, if it doesn't just try to kill us first." .... "Well, they look funny. Kind of like tall stretched out barrels. They have tentacles all around their centre and bottom that are very strong. They could squeeze the breath out of you if you get wrapped in one. And they have a head that looks like a starfish on top that has eyes all around it. They can see everywhere at once!" Broom pause for a moment reflecting on a recurring thought she had when thinking of creatures associated with her other parts. "We still think it is strange how all these creatures from the darkness above and below have so many more eyes. Even Us though Us isn't entirely like the others." Broom thought a moment more "Oh, and they have five wings spaced around their body too so that they can fly in the darkness above, and because they travel up there cold doesn't affect them at all and they can ignore pretty strong fires, but can still be burned if the fire is really hot."
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