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Authors: James R. Vernon
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With a lack of rats or other small vermin about, the imp was probably stealing real food from the various camps. Ean silently wished him luck as he crawled into the tent. With the flaps tied closed behind him and a full stomach, the darkness of the tent helped Ean to drift right off to sleep.
EAN KNEW RIGHT AWAY he was dreaming, but it felt different. He didn't have any control of his body, but all of his senses felt enhanced. It was like he was trapped in someone else's body, stuck watching what their eyes could see, feeling what their body felt, without the ability to control even the slightest movement. He also couldn't make himself wake up, which worried him the most. Unable to do anything other than hope for the best, Ean watched through eyes that were not his own as he exited a small, dark, stone room.
The body he was hitching a ride with raised a hand to shield his eyes as he exited the room, and that was the first indication that he wasn't human. When the hand pulled away Ean was looking at four fingers where there should have been five. The skin of the hand was a dark yellow and covered in ridges. Both the hand and his arm were covered in scars as well, some old and some new, but that didn't seem to bother his host as he took a look around.
He was in a circular stone room, similar to the one he had just exited, except much larger. The walls stretched up and out of sight in the darkness above him. On the other side of the room was another doorway, a large stone door--about the height of the creature he was inhabiting-- and was currently closed. The air felt heavy as his body breathed it in with short, controlled breaths. It also had a particularly nasty taste to it, but that in no way compared to the smell.
Ean had been around dead or rotting bodies before. It was part of his job after all as a Healer, well at least in Rottwealth where the Soulbearers never came. So he was used to the horrible smell that a body gave off a few days after death. The smell in this room, however, was like nothing he had ever experienced before. Being in a room with one dead body would be like sitting out in a field of flowers compared to the smell that assaulted his nose here.
There was the smell of death--that much was obvious--as if dozens of bodies had been left in the room to rot. The smell of feces and urine was mixed in as well, which overwhelmed even the smell of rotting flesh. That, and whatever other smells were in the room, made Ean want to vomit, but apparently whatever person or thing he inhabited had a much stronger stomach. Instead, the yellow-skinned creature walked further into the room with a confident stride, as if he had been here many times before.
As he moved, the gate across from him swung open, revealing a creature pulled straight from a nightmare. The monster looked like someone had pulled off the scariest pieces of every insect, jammed them together, and then increased its size to twice that of a man. It stepped out of the opposite room on two pairs of shelled black legs as long as a man's entire body, which ended in tiny points instead of feet. Those legs connected to a more humanoid body high above them, although it was covered in what appeared to be a dark violet carapace. Two tiny appendages similar to its legs came out of its sides just above the hips while a regular set of arms sat just above them. Instead of hands though, those arms ended in a large pair of pinchers almost as long as the creature's torso. At the top of the thick, shelled body sat a head that sent chill's through his body.
A round insect-like face with pinchers coming out of its mouth and eight tiny black eyes stared back at Ean, or whomever Ean was inhabiting in this dream. A word, Amalgagrim, popped into his mind. Looking through the eyes of someone else, Ean felt the first emotion from his host: fear.
"Let the entertainment begin!" boomed a coarse voice from somewhere high overhead. It was immediately followed
EAN KNEW RIGHT AWAY he was dreaming, but it felt different. He didn't have any control of his body, but all of his senses felt enhanced. It was like he was trapped in someone else's body, stuck watching what their eyes could see, feeling what their body felt, without the ability to control even the slightest movement. He also couldn't make himself wake up, which worried him the most. Unable to do anything other than hope for the best, Ean watched through eyes that were not his own as he exited a small, dark, stone room.
The body he was hitching a ride with raised a hand to shield his eyes as he exited the room, and that was the first indication that he wasn't human. When the hand pulled away Ean was looking at four fingers where there should have been five. The skin of the hand was a dark yellow and covered in ridges. Both the hand and his arm were covered in scars as well, some old and some new, but that didn't seem to bother his host as he took a look around.
He was in a circular stone room, similar to the one he had just exited, except much larger. The walls stretched up and out of sight in the darkness above him. On the other side of the room was another doorway, a large stone door--about the height of the creature he was inhabiting-- and was currently closed. The air felt heavy as his body breathed it in with short, controlled breaths. It also had a particularly nasty taste to it, but that in no way compared to the smell.
Ean had been around dead or rotting bodies before. It was part of his job after all as a Healer, well at least in Rottwealth where the Soulbearers never came. So he was used to the horrible smell that a body gave off a few days after death. The smell in this room, however, was like nothing he had ever experienced before. Being in a room with one dead body would be like sitting out in a field of flowers compared to the smell that assaulted his nose here.
There was the smell of death--that much was obvious--as if dozens of bodies had been left in the room to rot. The smell of feces and urine was mixed in as well, which overwhelmed even the smell of rotting flesh. That, and whatever other smells were in the room, made Ean want to vomit, but apparently whatever person or thing he inhabited had a much stronger stomach. Instead, the yellow-skinned creature walked further into the room with a confident stride, as if he had been here many times before.
As he moved, the gate across from him swung open, revealing a creature pulled straight from a nightmare. The monster looked like someone had pulled off the scariest pieces of every insect, jammed them together, and then increased its size to twice that of a man. It stepped out of the opposite room on two pairs of shelled black legs as long as a man's entire body, which ended in tiny points instead of feet. Those legs connected to a more humanoid body high above them, although it was covered in what appeared to be a dark violet carapace. Two tiny appendages similar to its legs came out of its sides just above the hips while a regular set of arms sat just above them. Instead of hands though, those arms ended in a large pair of pinchers almost as long as the creature's torso. At the top of the thick, shelled body sat a head that sent chill's through his body.
A round insect-like face with pinchers coming out of its mouth and eight tiny black eyes stared back at Ean, or whomever Ean was inhabiting in this dream. A word, Amalgagrim, popped into his mind. Looking through the eyes of someone else, Ean felt the first emotion from his host: fear.
"Let the entertainment begin!" boomed a coarse voice from somewhere high overhead. It was immediately followed
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