The Girl, the Dream, & the Fourth
The Never Ending Quest - Episode 46938
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The Princess Exultaine ran from the hideous
blasphemy that had once been human. But even as she did so she slipped on
the gore-smeared floor and fell. The maid-thinge heard the sound and
began to slurch towards the Princess. The Princess tried to lift
herself, but the stones were too slippery, the mucuous and blood and other
vile liquids too sticky. The creature, its flesh wrapped back, its bones
exposed and muscles quivering in chaotic misalignment continued to lurch
and slither closer to the Princess whose panicking body only made her
situation graver. Even as the poor victim of a maid wrapped its tendril-
like arm about the ankle of Princess Exotica, the Princess screamed.
And she found herself on her bed, alone. She was full of sweat and fear, she lashed about wildly until she found her stave - a bedside necesity when one is of royal blood. What had happened? She shook herself and tried to think. Was it all a dream? A nightmare? She slowly gathered her wits, donned clothing respectable for a late night castle-walk, grabbed her lantern and began to make her way to the quarters of Arahim, the Court mage and her father's representative before the Council of the WhiteHand. ---------- ---------- ---------- --------- --------- --------- ----- ----- ---------- The Fourth Shoggoth, the creature that had masqueraded for nearly twenty years as a Duke's son and noble of the Great Kingdom, sat in its own excrement outside King's Keep. For such a beast refuse and slime was soothing and beneficial for deep musings. It chuckled at its use of memory and dream, it laughed at how it crafted a nightmare to frighten the Daughter Exultaine; yet, too, it realized that this woman had a power of which it had been unaware. One moment it was within the castle, the next it was outside the walls, expelled by great energy. The monster smiled, it giggled at the thought of taking down Allaria, and how much fun it would be. The Fourth Shoggoth still resembled Fredrigo D'Honaire, but the Fourth knew it would not remain so for long. When the time was ripe it would shluf off the flesh of this man and its true muscles would burst forth free along with its many limbs. But for the time being it would use the masquerade to its benefit. Fashioning a fleshy mask from its own bile, the Fourth began walking away from King's Keep, away from the standard of the House Exultaine, and into the heart of Caemlyn. Tonight would see murder most foul, and clues most meaningless!
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