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- This fluidly androgynous Elder has temporarily chosen a masculine form, His lithe figure rippling
- with lean, toned muscle as He stands at an imposing height. His skin shimmers a gentle shade of sea-
- green, glistening as if recently arisen from water, while damp curls of tangling kelp cascade down
- His back in an impressive mane that falls to His waist, crowned in a circlet of roseate coral marked
- by five sharp points. A toga woven of undersea blossoms and sargassum seaweed clings to His frame,
- held by an intricately sea-sculpted clasp of a pearl caught within a crashing wave that gleams
- brightly upon His shoulder. In His hands He wields a large harpoon, its wicked hook dissonant in its
- sheer power and might when compared to the peaceful countenace of the Elder who wields it. Dangling
- from His wrist is a beautifully woven charm of driftwood and coral, suffused by a pearlescent sheen
- of watery light. A patient smile graces His gentle features, while His kind eyes evoke the glaucous
- blue-grey of storm-capped waters. An overwhelming aura of majesty and intensity radiates from this
- Divine being, as limitless and potent as the ocean itself.
- Tangible despite its invisible nature, a veritable storm of psionic energy buffets every available
- surface about the wiry form of the illithoid who floats here, cracking shards of crystal from the
- walls to allow the debris to outline the currents of the dross power which seeps away from him.
- Despite the detritus, his body is clearly visible, with leathery pewter skin tightly stretched
- across his emaciated, cadaverous frame that pulses with gorged, splintering blue-green veins in an
- incomprehensible map. Though his limbs are little more than skeletal appendages with but the barest
- hint of underlying muscle, their sharp movements and jerking motions show no lack of fine motor
- control Black thread hangs loose about his mouth, where gaping wounds have been torn away in his
- effort to undo a harsh punishment that has only recently begun to scab over. His sternal mouth is
- open, a gorged inner worm within lashing out and gnashing three sets of mandibled teeth at the air
- as it further feasts upon the psionic refuse his own body exudes. Dried residue stains his cheeks
- like tears as his eyes have melted out of his sockets, his sight long since vanished. Filled now
- with orbs of jade glass the same colour as the temple which surrounds him; an eerie, brilliant glow
- escaping from within as their manifold facets reflect the brief glimpses of hundreds of minute
- crackles of power about his head.
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