"Yes... Yes that's right. Such pretty things you will be, so pretty..." A hacking cough filled the small cavernous space as a shadowed figure hunched over in the flickering torch light. It's hands moved over a lump on the ground, cutting in uneven patterns as he began to peal back the newly made flap in his creation, stuffing bits of straw and small rodent bones before closing it back up. In one hand he produced a thin needle white as bone, and the other a spool of thread black as pitch. Threading the needed the creature started to sew up the suture he had just made, chuckling softly to himself as he did.
A soft moan made the thing look up in irritation, "Hush, your use to me is almost at an end now." But when the moan's continued the thing stood with a sigh, ruffling through the folds of his dirty and ragged robes to produce a pouch. Shuffling across the small space he dug in the pouch, pulling out a small pinch of fine powder that settled in the palm of his hand. To the source of the mans he went, raising his palm and bloating the fine dust into the poor souls face, silence falling once more.
Stowing the powder away the creature grabbed the man that hung from shackles from the ceiling by the neck, pulling him closer to growl into his ear and showing teeth that were blacked with rot, "Call to your pet, bring more of them here. I am running out of bodies." He laughed and released the imprisoned Endal, letting him swing back into place before grabbing the sewn up corpse he had been work on, dragging it across the floor and tossing it into a bubbling vat of mud.
Pausing just a tick to watch the corpse of one of the missing Inarta sink below the bubbling nastiness the creature snapped his fingers and a large figure stirred from its corner, "Go, bring them to me. I need more bodies."
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The first ten chimes or so went undisturbed, the 5 who had come to save their missing comrades were free to keep digging and moving as many rocks as they could, but it would be apparent that it would take several bells to move the large amount of earth that had cascaded down the mountainside and blocked the entrance. Then it would come, just a faint whiff on the air, the sent of old dirt and sickening decay. Just a note, gone just as fast as it was there as the wind picked up and wiped away the trace of warning there was.
It then came without further warning, a sound like the a dying mule that set the horse to uneasy pacing just before dirt and stone alike went flying from the supposed opening of the cave, and if any happened to be near the rubble at the time they, too, would be throw back by the force of the impact from something on the other side.
The Beast :
One hand as large as the horse's waist grasped the side of the cave as a creature born from children's nightmares pulled itself out of the rubble and mud, blinking its many eyes in the sunlight and pulling back slightly before its eyes brought those gathered around into focus. That sound again rang out, and the horse of such poor discipline balked and whinnied, eyes rolling in fear as it reared and made to gallop as quick as the winds could carry it from the scene.
Kicking boulders as big as Zhol out of the way the creature stepped fully into the light, and where the sun touched bouts of grey smoke curled upward. It looked as thought parts of its body had been stitched together, the black thread pulling tight as it moved, swinging its tiny head from side to side, as if thinking about who it should take first. Then, its decision was made and it took one larger stone in hand and threw it with enough force to put a crater in the ground where it struck at Azira before turning it's many eyes all on Khara, stalking toward her, oddly fast for its bulky size.