The fiend began to laugh again, the sound audidable and echoing through the basement halls, starting slow but rising high as it chased after them, the noise of it alone an oppressive presence all it's own.<i>&lt;YESSS! Run! Run little seeker! Flee! Flee back to your comfortable dreams! Hide like you always have!&gt;</i>He took one heavy step, water mirky and black splashing up to greet him. Luckily for hte girls, this stopped the fiend, who stared down with one blinking eye... Then squinting, and finally glaring at the obtrusive liquid.<br/><br/>Lifting his right boot above the water, he slowly lowered it into the surface, causing faint ripples to drift out from around the sole. Nodding, and seeming satisfied, he gave a grunt, and heaved the left leg up, shaking the boot dry, before settling it, also, on the water's bleak top.<i>&lt;Ah... There we go... Now, to business...&gt;</i>Arms at his sides more for balance then anything else, he was still recovering after all, as he stalked down the hall. Moving over the water, rather then through it, he was able to make shockingly good time, reaching the stairs just in time to see them locked.<i>&lt;A barrior? How quaint.&gt;</i>He snided commented, walking up, and through the thick steel doors, it's alloy rippling like the water he just left.<i> &lt;Run, Seeker, Run!&gt;</i>Laughting again.<br/><br/>His humor ran thin, however, as the Mad Fay joined his cackles. The creature hunched slowly, fingers flexing.<i>&lt;Could it be? Another of the Guardians of old? Oh splendid day! Such a feast awaits!&gt; </i>Head thrown back and arms cast into the air. All throughout the hall, holes of pitch took shape on the walls, floor, and even ceiling. These pits, these portals into the<a class="externalLink" href="http://lcart3.narod.ru/image/fantasy/giger/bl/hr_giger_biomechanicallandscape_011.jpg" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">nightmare scape </a>of his own will, hinted to a world most<a class="externalLink" href="http://c300221.r21.cf1.rackcdn.com/gallery-hr-giger-artists-art-meridian-1344590662_b.jpg" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">macabre</a>and<a class="externalLink" href="http://lcart3.narod.ru/image/fantasy/giger/ot/hr_giger_thespell_IV.jpg" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">wrong</a>. From these holes crawled out C'thuluh-escue finds, made equal parts of rubbery flesh and bending metal. Each sported five tentacles on their face, two long arms, ending in long, sharp fingers. Two double jointed legs worked in tandem with these arms to move them, crawling along any surface. Most had wings, larger, leathery and batlike. Some sported pistons to support their joints, others servoes of a sort. A couple of red lenses for eyes, a few metallic tentacles... All in all, not very forgiving beasties...<br/><br/><i>&lt;Go, my broodlings, my C'thuzadion... Hunt. Bring me the Mad Fey and Dream Seeker! Cull their essence if you must or wish! GO!&gt;</i><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>