<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>"Contrariness doesn't make my words untrue,"</em>she scolded the Ogre Mage in a gentle tone, as if the creature was trying to explain something complex to a younger being--or at least to something that was not capable of fully grasping what it was it was trying to say.  The petite girl continued to play with the leg of meat, having separated the surface from the rest of the meat by all but a couple small strands.  She then began to carefully flense the bone, removing the morsels of flesh in a peculiar fashion, as if she were trying to carve it into some kind of design, though it bore no resemblance to any familiar shape.<br/><br/>It continued to listen passively to the rest of the demons gathered around--posturing though some of them were.  There was always something to learn in the way beings chose to communicate, the mad reasoning behind their words resonated with it on some level.  The woman seemed uninterested in anything beyond the piece of meat she was toying with, though the alien mind within remained keenly aware of what was going on around it.  As the Ogre Mage began to speak the elf-like girl's mouth opened as if she were about to take a bite of the food she had been carving up.  She hunted for just the right piece which she pulled away from the main, carved mass.  Her cheeks then split making her mouth far larger than would have normally been possible.  Like a lamprey her mouth opened wider than her head should have allowed to reveal many rows of sharp teeth all along the inside of her cheeks leading down into her throat.  Rather than put the small selected morsel into her gaping maw the claw that was holding the mass of cut flesh shifted to place the large leg into her jaws.  The claw continued to hold only the smallest tip of the protruding bone while her mouth closed around the drumstick.  The claw slowly pulled the bone away from her lips, which now seemed to return to how they appeared previously, any trace of the meat had vanished.  She tossed the bone aside, which prompted her hair to return to its previously arrangement.  She placed the remaining morsel of meat back where she had taken the drumstick from and turned away from the table to focus more intently on the story the Ogre Mage was telling.<br/><br/><em>"Shape?"</em>it inquired with a tone of amusement,<em>"what is shape?"</em>it asks, rhetorically, at Methu's explanation about his ability to spy on others.<br/><br/><em>"Divination sees only real things,"</em>it points out in addition,<em>"things need not be real to be true."</em>It spoke as if it had some grander vision, though it might have only been empty madness that perhaps it heard once long ago.<br/><br/><em>"Shadows and vapor,"</em>it added to Aerophobos's statement with some degree of approval it the mental voice.<br/><br/><em>"Oh yes,"</em>it then adds after Torahime speaks,<em>"show us your shears."</em><br/><br/>And while all others received some kind of appraisal, it remained silent regarding the Whore, perhaps because she had yet to explain her own abilities, if even in the same misleading way as some of the others.<br/><br/><em>"We are Nyag'thon,"</em>it continues after a brief moment, ignoring the remark from the shadows about a piece of metal.<em>"We are born from the meat of chaos, of the remaining Obyrith-Spawn.  We have no form, we are no shape, the Seer thinks this shape is real--it is not.  We choose this form for...convenience, but we can take others..."</em>it pauses for a moment as the face of the young woman appears to take on a sinister expression while her pale viridian eyes scan the room.<em>"We slither inside them, over them, within them--we fuse with them...sometimes they resist, sometimes they beg.  Sometimes they live, sometimes I devour their soul.  Sometimes I wait until they beg me to eat them."</em>With that it seems to have finished explaining itself for the time being.<br/><br/>Bright white teeth shown in the girl's smile change from what would have been typical human teeth to the jagged, triangular teeth of a shark, likely with the same multiple layers hidden behind them.  Eyes of opal turn to observe the others once more before glancing in the direction of the bound Aasimar once more, perhaps suggesting what it might want to do with the woman given its previous statement.