We pushed deeper into the murk, forgetting about the floating mountain tops overhead. Just one fall from one of those and we could practically say good-bye to our troubles. I suppose that’s why I favored the deep overhangs down those deep valleys–my subconscious telling me to find cover. I have no idea if my vampyric curse could save me from being pulverized, but if it did, we are talking at least a century of regeneration under those boulders.
The purple tentacles become more of a feature than an exception. My bodyguard called them “Mindflayers,” but I think aberration fit them best. Skilled in the use of psionics, they were adept at mind control, and the shield I erected from my mind to Shav’s was just enough to make their attempts bounce off our confused brains.
We exterminated handfuls down there in the belly of the valley, sure to pick…
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