[center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/65ee772d-ba21-4c58-9379-30e1f53a8725.png[/img][h2][color=#FDF5E6][u]~Tarr'kash~[/u][/color][/h2][/center] [hr][hr] [center] [sub][i]Early Spring of the Year 315 P.F.[/i][/sub] [sub][i]~The Maw~[/i][/sub] [/center] [hr][hr] Tarr'kash stared down at the maggot writhing at his feet and, for the briefest of moments, considered squishing it. Considered rending it limb from limb before taking its mind and moving out to reclaim the town above, but eventually thought better of it. This... [i]thing[/i] had been useful to him thus far, being the only worm within a hundred mile radius that had bothered to look at the tome and heed his call. The only one that had made its way to the Maw to wipe the symbols of the Exalted away over the course of the last four days, and without so much as a single question or complaint too. No, no he would not destroy this scholar, he would not consume this worm. Tarr'kash decided he would reach down and uplift it instead. Give it a taste of true wisdom and might before using it as his agent to sow chaos in the world from afar, just like he used to. That was why the Exalted had found him last, after all. Because he didn't make mistakes, didn't lead his forces into clearly unwinnable battles despite the foolishly short-sighted and downright impulsive urgings of his father. Well... didn't until the end of the war that is. But he could hardly be blamed for any shortcomings at that point. Every bastion of evil had been swept away during that time, and his was no different. In the end it had been a matter of when the White God managed to stumble across his fortress in the Maw, not if. Bending over, a motion that caused the maggot to fall onto its back out of what he assumed was fear, the scion of madness pressed a spindly finger against the grub's forehead, imparting unto it the smallest fraction of his knowledge concerning the mutative arts. With this done he promptly he wrapped his tendrils about himself, quickly becoming immersed in a blinding yet sickly glow as his body gradually began to morph and shrink. A few minutes later and there was no longer a monstrous beast standing before Ernald, but an iron-faced man clad in ornate garb. [center][img]https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/595875e44f14bc66ff1ac2bd/1572643328355-LHOO1X4RHYNXSHJV3XNI/Faction+image+ANU.jpg?content-type=image%2Fjpeg[/img][/center] [color=#FDF5E6]"On your feet human,"[/color] Tarr'kash said coldly, his lifeless gaze cutting through the surrounding smog like steel through flesh, sending chills running up and down the young scholar's spine. Or perhaps that was a result of his lack of clothes. It was quite difficult for him to think properly at the moment, yet nevertheless he obeyed and rose to his feet. Slowly at first, still being completely overwhelmed by everything he'd just seen, before swiftly picking up the pace once he noticed the slight narrowing of Kash's eyes. After he had gotten his feet under him, Ernald looked up just in time to see Tarr'kash descending in the midst of a sea of melted stone, robes billowing with every step he took. Much to his surprise however, the scion did not stop, hell he... [i]it[/i] didn't even bother to spare him so much as a parting glance. Instead the man simply trudged his way out of the cavern, leaving naught more than a single word to echo deep within the recesses of Joyce's mind... [color=#FDF5E6][i]Come.[/i][/color]