Nogandar and the Weaver of Ruin

Fantasy·Kenny Brewster

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The Hive AwakensA narrow corridor beneath the Hive
The Hive Awakens
The Scribe

The Scribe

Do you feel the rhythm, Nogandar. This is no mere masonry. It is a gullet. It consumes the trapped and wrings the soul-essence from them to sustain the brood.

Nogandar

Nogandar

The floor sizzles. The ichor is eating the stone faster than I can shift my weight. This digestive rot is foul.

The Scribe

The Scribe

The Queen does not just kill her prey. She digests them in the walls of her own home. If you break it, you might just trigger a flood of bile.

Nogandar

Nogandar

My power is my own again. I do not fear the bile. I will carve this living abomination out of the mountain and watch it shrivel.

The membrane pulses, a wet thud that vibrates through the very marrow of Nogandar's bones. A surge of caustic acid sprays upward, hissing as it meets the violet barrier Nogandar holds above them.

The Scribe

The Scribe

The hive is waking up to your presence. Can you hear it, the silence falling over the tunnels? It is coming for us.

+ Scene Quest Added

Survive the hive's digestive trap

I try an evil cleric reverse deaths spell on the trap to reverse its powersource

SUCCESS (Legendary Arcana, rolled -2)

The Hive Awakens
The Scribe
The Scribe
Nogandar

Nogandar

The Hive breathes as a beast, but it is merely a construction of twisted magic. I recall the ancient chants, the inversion of the life-well. If it drinks souls, I shall force it to choke on its own hunger.

Nogandar

Nogandar

Quiet yourself, Scribe. Watch as the architect's pride is turned against the Queen.

Nogandar places his granite palm against the slick, pulsing membrane. He begins to hum a low, dissonant tone, an ancient arcana that warps the air around his fingers.

The pulsing wall suddenly stills. A high-pitched screech echoes from deep within the stone as the digestive flow reverses. The caustic acid stops mid-drip, retracting into the wall like a parasite retreating from fire.

The Scribe

The Scribe

The wall... it is shriveling. It looks like dried parchment. He has broken the metabolic cycle of the entire corridor.

The Scribe

The Scribe

The silence... it is absolute now. You did not just stop it, you inverted its purpose. But look, Nogandar, the ceiling is weeping black liquid instead of acid. Does this change the outcome of your strike?

Quest Complete

Survive the hive's digestive trap

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