Qalupalik’s 5th Tznacrom

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Its started… Last to be made and last to be petrified…

I pulled myself on top of the solid water. Though it was day there was no light. The cold wind blew the scent of flesh my way.

Food

I walked across the frozen desert following the scent. For miles I trekked through the freezing dunes, the frozen skywater settling on my robes as I tread through the harsh environment. The wind howled as I walked atop the cold dune, putting in my sight the land beast settlement. There were more caribou than Bashri here but caribou don’t taste as sweet as Bashri. I sat upon the ridge and watched them as they started their day. The smallest of them seemed more perceptive than the others and soon began wandering towards the ridge I sat upon. As it came towards me I began digging into the soft hill, prepping to strike at my breakfast.

Crack

The child stopped dead in its tracks. The wind howled, yet all I could hear was the sound of my blood pumping through my body. Some time passed and the small Bashri began walking towards me again. It came within reach. I pushed off the ground. But I didn’t lunge forward.

Fwoosh

The ground gave way as I entered a new darkness. Down down down I fell, but as I fell the darkness began to change. The darkness began to become light. A pale blue-green light at first that changed into a pure green light.

Splash

I landed in a massive cavern. The water was unusually warm and was thick with life. In the sky was a green object both with and without shape. Around me were large ice beaches all steaming from the warm water yet never receding. I swam through this subterranean swamp until I came upon a massive forest full of plants I haven’t seen in hundreds of years. Still hungry I decided to explore the forest for food. I could smell flesh but it was directionless. I walked in search of food for what must have been hours with no sign of life but plants. Soon I realized I wasn’t walking on a flat surface and that every few miles the land started to become noticeably steeper. The incline was never very great, but enough to make me exhausted on my empty stomach. Eventually I made it to a clearing which was clearly the top of the hill. In the middle of this clearing stood a shrine made of the same black, blue, green stone that a tznacrom ends up as. I reached out to touch the shrine.

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