[center][h3][color=aba000]Eld Fen[/color][/h3]  [/center][hr]
[color=gray]	A sweet, ripe smell began to permeate the air surrounding the eldritch abomination, and he turned his head from the interloper before them to look for something that could possible spread such a strong smell of... [i]citrus?[/i]

	He wasn't given long to consider the scent when the power following it hit Eld Fen like a wave of concentrated agony. He fell to the ground shaking, spasming, and writhing in a way that made the poor being seem even less human than he was. He began to scream, a soundless roar that slowly began to take shape in the world as a hole ripped itself through the being's face. He continued to scream, a horrible, ragged sound that would terrify the inexperienced even more than his [i]former [/i]visage. Every inch of his being was pulsing with agony, it felt as if he was being ripped apart and crushed together simultaneously, and he felt himself begin to slip from consciousness. However, just as quickly as the pain had come, it had left.

	He lifted his form from the sand, shakily, and from beneath the yellow hood appeared a face few would expect, but some may recognize. The face, of his former self. 

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[center][h3][color=00aeef]Nicodemus Hathaway[/color][/h3][@Magister][/center][hr]

	He rose, slowly, the sands of the desert he occupied swiping in waves against his feet. He raised a hand shakily before his face, and starred at it for nearly an eternity. What had once been the wrinkled and yellowed paw of an eldritch beast was now, and once again, the pale hand of a writer, void entirely of the distortion it had once contained. He began to breath heavily, and with a shock he moved both of his hands to his face, frantically feeling the features it had long ago lost. [color=00aeef][i]Lips, a nose, eyes, ears, hair![/i][/color] He almost giddily whispered in the silence of his mind. 

	[i]Silence.[/i]

	For the first time in years, his mind had fallen completely silent for a period longer than he could have imagined possible. Not a whisper could be heard, nor a plane be seen; his sanity had returned to him fully. 

	Taking a trembling step forward, he began to walk towards the man that had announced his presence so grandly. Stumbling forward, he eventually made it to the man, falling at his feet in a pose of gleeful submission. Looking upwards towards his captor, or savior perhaps, tears could be seen falling from his stunning eyes as he soft, melodic voice spoke.

	[color=00aeef]"I care not for your conditions Master, long as I remain in this state I will accept your offer with prudence and resolve. My name, is Nicodemus Hathaway."[/color]