02-24-2020, 12:34 PM
<div style="background:linear-gradient(to bottom, rgba(0,0,0,0) 590px, rgba(61,66,60,1)620px),url('https://i.postimg.cc/CKqdVJfw/quest.jpg') top no-repeat;margin:auto;border:1px solid #000;width:479px;padding:650px 10px 0px 10px;box-shadow:0px 0px 10px #000;">
<div style="border:3px double #858D61;border-radius:35%/35px 35px 0px 0px;padding:30px 10px 10px 10px;border-bottom:0px;box-shadow:0px 0px 5px #858D61, inset 0px 0px 5px #858D61;color:rgba(0,0,0,0.75);">He can hear the chorus of their hearts racing when all those faces swarm and crowd them. It almost lulls him into a drunken stupor but the focus this many bodies requires keeps him awake enough to maintain them. With a simple twitch of his tentacles, the duplicates latch onto their victim with teeth or claws and drag the wayward travelers deep into the monster’s lair. The fungus glows red here in his presence and the cave ceiling drips with some kind of mild acidic liquid. The droplets have formed dimples on the dirt floor around him but the burning seems to do nothing to his flesh.
He rises from his perch in the corner of this enormous cavern and looms over them, all those thousand eyes unblinking and each mouth grinning wide. The furious copies retreat to their master’s side and they are like mice in the shadow of a colossus. When the travelers turn to gaze upon the Sunken God, they will not see him for what he is. His shape is too awful, too crooked for this plane, like trying to map the path to infinity. Their eyes refuse to focus and make sense of the fallen star that opens his endless mouths, beckoning his children back home. And they walk gladly into his waiting jaws.
The crack of their bones echoes off the damp walls as he chews them up eagerly. And yet, their voices whisper from the corners of the room, still angry and accusing. Their eyes flutter open from the walls and blink shut when the travelers look upon them.
He plucks the lost children of Beqanna from the cold rock floor with writhing tentacles that eagerly coil around them. Their bodies are ripe and perfect for him now. He turns them each this way and that as he observes, admiring their new wounds and ragged breaths. They have fought so hard! They deserve to rest in eternity with him, with all those screeching voices crying out from his belly.
But he wants them to come willingly. The awful thing wants to taste their defeat and know that they are truly, irrevocably his. So he sets them down as gently as a mother cat depositing her kitten with the rest of her litter. And all those awful mouths open wide, their needle-teeth awaiting and black tongues lolling.
It’s time to come home.</div></div>
This is the fifth and final round. The prompt is simple: die. You can confess things to the monster if it makes it easier, or you can curse him for taking everything from you. As long as it ends with your character climbing into his mouth to be eaten, you're good. Describe the agony of dying for brownie points! This round will end at 11:59pm on March 1st for real this time.
<div style="border:3px double #858D61;border-radius:35%/35px 35px 0px 0px;padding:30px 10px 10px 10px;border-bottom:0px;box-shadow:0px 0px 5px #858D61, inset 0px 0px 5px #858D61;color:rgba(0,0,0,0.75);">He can hear the chorus of their hearts racing when all those faces swarm and crowd them. It almost lulls him into a drunken stupor but the focus this many bodies requires keeps him awake enough to maintain them. With a simple twitch of his tentacles, the duplicates latch onto their victim with teeth or claws and drag the wayward travelers deep into the monster’s lair. The fungus glows red here in his presence and the cave ceiling drips with some kind of mild acidic liquid. The droplets have formed dimples on the dirt floor around him but the burning seems to do nothing to his flesh.
He rises from his perch in the corner of this enormous cavern and looms over them, all those thousand eyes unblinking and each mouth grinning wide. The furious copies retreat to their master’s side and they are like mice in the shadow of a colossus. When the travelers turn to gaze upon the Sunken God, they will not see him for what he is. His shape is too awful, too crooked for this plane, like trying to map the path to infinity. Their eyes refuse to focus and make sense of the fallen star that opens his endless mouths, beckoning his children back home. And they walk gladly into his waiting jaws.
The crack of their bones echoes off the damp walls as he chews them up eagerly. And yet, their voices whisper from the corners of the room, still angry and accusing. Their eyes flutter open from the walls and blink shut when the travelers look upon them.
He plucks the lost children of Beqanna from the cold rock floor with writhing tentacles that eagerly coil around them. Their bodies are ripe and perfect for him now. He turns them each this way and that as he observes, admiring their new wounds and ragged breaths. They have fought so hard! They deserve to rest in eternity with him, with all those screeching voices crying out from his belly.
But he wants them to come willingly. The awful thing wants to taste their defeat and know that they are truly, irrevocably his. So he sets them down as gently as a mother cat depositing her kitten with the rest of her litter. And all those awful mouths open wide, their needle-teeth awaiting and black tongues lolling.
It’s time to come home.</div></div>
This is the fifth and final round. The prompt is simple: die. You can confess things to the monster if it makes it easier, or you can curse him for taking everything from you. As long as it ends with your character climbing into his mouth to be eaten, you're good. Describe the agony of dying for brownie points! This round will end at 11:59pm on March 1st for real this time.