Human. Male. Pilot no longer I remember you I welcome you , To my realm, To the deep Here you will...
"…drown."
An elf emerged from the tetancle growths at the temple's base. Her lure faintly illuminating the surroundings. Like an armour, Kathool's tentacles encompassed much of her body, culminating in a writhing staff held| bound to |in her hands
"I mourn for you, oh apostates of the surface. Had you accepted my Master's blessings, you might have been spared."
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Her defenses open, Macbeth's strike landed true. She fell, defeated. The tentacles of rapidly dissolving into foam. "Ha," Caran barked with laughter, "drown you said? We're death knights, we do not drown. We rise!" "As spoken by the Great Yogi. You have read the scriptures." "Shut up. They never said that."
As the sisters argued, Aquella knelt by the dying elf. "His voice. All is quiet. Master where are you? Master…" Aquella took her by the hand. "Be at peace. You're free now. Kathool can no longer hurt you. Please, sleep." "Free? I'm free? I, I... thank you." And then she was gone. Aquella offered her a small prayer to Lady Nesso before rejoining the party, who were currently debating their next move.