An Ancient Monster Whispered To Guard A Cursed Relic Of Old. Unbeknownst To The Talosians, The Spirit

“An ancient monster whispered to guard a cursed relic of old. Unbeknownst to the Talosians, The Spirit is one of the few Abberations that escaped extinction, though this knowledge has been lost to time. Hundreds of years of living in the wilds, as well as their frighteningly cruel nature, has caused many to identify them as a supernatural entity...”

Me: Alright just a touch of light-

The magpie piloting my brain:

 MAKE IT SPARKLE 

MAKE IT SHINE

MAKE IT SHIMMER

MAKE IT MINE

I was challenged to fuse these two earlier today...

The result is GLORIOUS.

 She’s got those sandwich sword-picks for blades, you know the ones.

Commission of a beautiful green abb^^ 

“Zeziri, a jaded pearlcatcher who yearns for a life before...”

Flatcolor comission, once again! Love the tert on this guy. Reminds me of a dark and brooding superhero

So if the raw magic inside of eggs comes from the deities what would happen if someone,say , drank one of the deities blood? (Assuimg they dont die instantly)(and that deities have blood)

Talosian Researcher Aurashira:

Your question is an unusual one indeed, and required quite a bit of digging in the Talosian Archives! After scouring and scouring, I managed to find these texts hidden within a false page of Sol'Aurii's private journal...

{"The gods aren't merely flesh and bone,

The gods aren't blood, nor bane, nor stone,

Nor fire, water, lightning, air,

nor light nor shade, nor nature's fare.

Not even magic doth compare...

To forces vast and cosmic.

Yet should a bug-like paltry thing,

from cosmic layline latch and cling,

and thus indulge in hubris deep,

and taste from blood forbade to seep,

impossible a drink to keep...

To forces,

vast and cosmic..."

-So'lAurii, the Aurum Poet}

Aurashira: Well, that's ominous... That last line almost seemed like part of a toast...The next one's not so frightening, if you don't think about it too much.

{In terms of the sheer power held by the Eleven, what could be attributed and what could be described isn't something dragon language is equipped to do. They are majestic living black holes who, through the sheer inexplicable weight of their existence, warp the universe itself.

What can be described-magic, blood & flesh, the elements, ect- are merely byproducts. Specks of dust in a shockwave hardly aware of their mother supernova. Dragons, life, magic, it's all mortal fallout from the never-ending blast-event that IS the Eleven. However, should a piece of this fallout try returning to its point of origin, should a being decide to indulge in insanity and sip from the vein of god...well... The consequences can only be described as eldritch...

-Sol'Aurii}

Aurashira: Hmm...this is a mystery we'll have to solve quietly. The public-not to mention the gods* shivers*- might not take kindly to the nature of this research. A few trusted friends of mine are looking into our oldest & most protected tomes, and will meet with you soon to discuss our findings. Hopefully the results aren't as terrifying as these texts imply.