<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/><em>"Hossst,"</em>the mental voice is broadcast to the others in the room as the young-looking elf idly looks around the room at the various others that have arrived.  Portions of its face seem to shift, subtly, to mimic those that she watches--the needle-like teeth of the horse-headed pretty-boy, the unnaturally perfect skin of the succubus, the horns of the vampiric satyr, the milky eyes of the ogre-mage seer.  Her appearance snaps back to what it was previously before she covers her small mouth with a hand to laugh quietly against it, shoulders shaking more than the laughter echoes.  Nothing else is said for a few moments as the creature--humanoid though it appears to be--moves with the same half-clack of footsteps around the room, leaning to get a look at the Aasimar in the other room.<br/><br/><em>"Something smells clean,"</em>the voice returns, a soft, husky, but effeminate voice with a lilting sibilance to it.  Something solid taps against the floor with from beneath the girl, hidden by the half-flesh, half-silk dress she wore.<em>"So many faces,"</em>the voice continues again while the girl spins around to turn her back to the captured woman and makes her way to the table where the food was waiting for some of the other guests.  It knew food, but it knew different hungers than even the other demons there gathered.  The black hair fused into a solid, silky mass as a large claw-like hand appeared at the end.  The new limb distended and picked up some small morsel of meat.  The girl then began to slowly dissect it, flaying the surface with the razor-sharp nails of her own hands while the new claw held it aloft.<br/><br/><em>"The seer may be blind,"</em>it thought again,<em>"the last was swallowed up and is no longer coming..."</em>