[Apologies for the very delayed response. GM had bad mental health days for reasons completely unrelated to the RPG.]
The egg cracks open. There is a familiar-sounding thrumming--sort of a soprano version of the Wasp's humming from earlier in this voyage, in fact, if Mikodez was paying attention to any of that.
A larval horror-mass of shadowy tendrils emerges from the EGG. The box is left crushed in its wake, although curiously, it almost looks as though the box imploded.
Istradez curses quite fluently as the mothling lurches toward them. "If you have a real gun," he says to Mikodez, "now's the time."
Re: MURDER TIME (Re: Istradez ca. 20:25)
The egg cracks open. There is a familiar-sounding thrumming--sort of a soprano version of the Wasp's humming from earlier in this voyage, in fact, if Mikodez was paying attention to any of that.
A larval horror-mass of shadowy tendrils emerges from the EGG. The box is left crushed in its wake, although curiously, it almost looks as though the box imploded.
Istradez curses quite fluently as the mothling lurches toward them. "If you have a real gun," he says to Mikodez, "now's the time."