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The face staring up from the waters bottom was beautiful in a distorted fashion, with a pair of all too knowing grey green eyes.

The Orc bent over the water held out a skull carved from granite and painstakingly and passionately etched with Runes of Permanance. A gift to the Oracle in the Fen, in hopes that she would speak words to be brought back to Gunner.

The Oracle's eyes flickered with desire and she spoke, in that hissing, rushing voice, akin to a cold wind blowing through the rushes.

What she spoke turned the Orcs green skin pale, and left him shaking as he ran back to his Lord.

The Oracle cared not, for she existed to speak of things to come, trapped in her watery prison, yet so desperately clinging to existence none the less.

In the trees, a shadowy figure with bright blue eyes nodded, then seemed to fold in on itself and disappear. It was said the Oracles words were but a glimpse of things to come, but even a glimpse can be a powerful tool in the right hands...or tentacles.

Description
The face staring up from the waters bottom was beautiful in a distorted fashion, with a pair of all too knowing grey green eyes.

The Orc bent over the water held out a skull carved from granite and painstakingly and passionately etched with Runes of Permanance. A gift to the Oracle in the Fen, in hopes that she would speak words to be brought back to Gunner.

The Oracle's eyes flickered with desire and she spoke, in that hissing, rushing voice, akin to a cold wind blowing through the rushes.

What she spoke turned the Orcs green skin pale, and left him shaking as he ran back to his Lord.

The Oracle cared not, for she existed to speak of things to come, trapped in her watery prison, yet so desperately clinging to existence none the less.

In the trees, a shadowy figure with bright blue eyes nodded, then seemed to fold in on itself and disappear. It was said the Oracles words were but a glimpse of things to come, but even a glimpse can be a powerful tool in the right hands...or tentacles.