<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(http://i.imgur.com/CZgiyGz.jpg)<br/><em>Nyag'thon<br/>the Gnawing Whisper (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=229615.msg11276052#msg11276052)</em></div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>HP</strong>: 320/320    <strong>AC:</strong> 36<br/><strong>Spot/Listen</strong>: +15/+20    <strong>Sense Motive</strong>: +17    <strong>Saves</strong>: +28/+23/+21<br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/></div><hr/></div><br/>A puddle, if an oily ooze with trailing tentacles and an assortment of shifting teeth could be called such a thing, squirmed its way through the rocky terrain surrounding the tower until it found a suitable location to huddle in the darkness.  It waited and watched the tower as if it might have been a living thing, stalking it before deciding its best route of entry.  The unmoving creature blended quite well with the angled shadows cast around it, giving it an excellent vantage to watch while being overlooked by others, and it seemed there were plenty of others that were making their way into the tower.  It watched as some walked and some teleported to the tower before making their way inside, though the creature was too far to notice any particular details about the other visitors.  When it had seemed there was a space of time for it to make its own approach the slimy shadow began to writhe its way through the craggy surface to the doorway.<br/><br/>A long tendril extended from its pool of a body when it arrived just below one of the floating eyes.  It reached up and up, stretching itself impossibly fart to wrap around the eye once.  One surface of the tendril formed a misshapen mouth with jagged teeth pressing in almost every direction while a long, slick tongue extended to run over the surface of the eye.  The telepathic message eventually found it, which sent a vibration along that tendril which quickly retracted into its central, oily mass.  It made no reply to the message, but made its way into the tower, keeping itself to the darkness where possible.<br/><br/>As it wandered the halls of the tower making its way to where it was instructed the others were waiting a creature seemed to be clawing its way out of the dark mass, as if it were some hole or portal into another world.  It continued to move as if it were completely unaware that some shape was being pulled out of it.  First two arms, long and ashen gray with sharp fingernails found freedom, scraping small scratches onto the floor as it found a grip.  Soon after a face began to press against the ooze without breaking the surface, it was an angular face with sunken cheeks that looked as if it were trying to gasp for air before one of the freed arms tore away the surface of the pool.  The skin of the face was similarly colored, vaguely reminiscent of some kind of elf with its long pointed ears, and angular features.  It was distinctly female, which only became more obvious as the rest of its body slowly pulled its way out of the pool.<br/><br/>Its progress through the tower paused briefly as the naked humanoid formed fully from the mass of potentia.  The woman reached down and took the remnants of the ooze like a blanket and covered itself before continuing to walk to its destination.  She was little more than five feet tall, if even that, and looking at her ashen body made one think the first appropriate description was 'petite'.  Still, she was thin and had a certain beauty of her own in the ashen skin, black hair, and cold gray eyes.  The retrieved ooze, meanwhile, was already covering her body, making itself into some vestige of clothing--in places a frill like fabric, in others it was as if her skin was simply colored black as if with some kind of birthmark, and still in others tentacles draped and coiled about.  Her skin, likewise, went through an odd transformation making it difficult to tell were the soft ashen flesh ended and a tough chitin began.<br/><br/>It's entrance into the council room, where the others lingered, was announced by the tapping of one foot as if only one of her feet had some kind of shoe on while the other remained bare--an afterthought most likely.  Soon after its presence was noticed a vague susurrus of distant whispers fill the room, the mad echoes of an ancient race.  It was easy enough for the other evil, chaotic beings to ignore, like the sounds of nature that the natives of the Prime Material so often ignore.  While in the peripheral vision of others it seemed to undergo some changes from time to time, teasing the eyes to look back in its direction.  Sometimes its eyes would change, turning to the compound eyes of an insect, or simply vanishing altogether; sometimes a spider would coalesce from its skin and travel over her face to another part of her body, depositing itself there to make some minor alteration; sometimes the 'clothes' she wore would shift in some uncertain way.  She looked at each of them in turn, her silence giving them ample opportunity to greet her though she paused and looked as if she were about to speak after some difficulty, "Hello," she said, haltingly, as if it was the first time she'd ever spoken words.