#uunvraxisinteracts

“wawoo?”

@tec-and-nugget

9b00e8Another of the Pale Bastard's children? In Pharloom? Just how many had managed to get here...

It looks like Little Ghost, but with some very strange features on it...

@the-monster-design-hub

Uunvraxis didn't know who Little Ghost was, so the similarities this Vessel bore to them meant nothing to Uunvraxis.

the Lost King meanders through the now rainless streets, a shadow of what it had been in more ways that one, long tendrils dragging behind it, a river of black left in its wake. it is searching. for a way deeper. a way to go down. a way to rejoin what had bore it into this world. a way to seek that writhing darkness behind the world

it floods across the stone like the waves of the sea, dripping into cracks and crannies before the ground gives way under its seeking touch. the Lost King drops into a free fall; liquid-like body slapping against every jutting ledge and sharp spike on its descent before it finally crashes into the already broken ground with a rumbling garbled screech

the old path down into the basin with the broken lift, chains rattling above and that call louder than ever from below. closer now, close, so close... surely nothing will stand in it's way now... right?*

~ @the-pale-king ✨ (feel free to take your time answering :3)

Wrong, for there is one more individual to stand in the King's way. One who would be far more equipped to handle the King.

Uunvraxis had decided to walk back to the Abyss, for a simple reason. He needed the exercise. He didn't want his legs to atrophy from lack of use (if they even could at this point), so he decided to use them.

Once he managed (after several hours) to reach the bottom of the elevator shaft, however, the Shaman soon became aware of something Void-based heading to his location at rapid speeds.

From above, which was even more concerning.

He turned around right as it landed, and heard it screech in an otherworldly fashion, before his mind and eyes caught up with each other and he suddenly understood what was writhing on the ground before him.

It was... The Pale King...

"By the Void, what happened to you?" Uunvraxis asked in horror, not expecting a reply.

By his estimate, the King had been about to die from the Void flowing inside of Him. It was quite clear, to Uunvraxis, that his prediction had been catastrophically incorrect, and that, instead, something far more horrifying had occurred.

"Uunvraxis, Honoured Shaman,

We have not formally met so I must first apologise for reaching out as a stranger. I only know that you once stood besides The King in battle and am aware of your kinship with The Void. Perhaps you have heard the news, perhaps you have not, but The King has been taken by an enemy force and while I know you may not carry fondness for him I ask that if possible you lend your power to the cause. There are other concerns of a more personal nature I would like to discuss with you, if possible. If you at all feel inclinded to offer your aide in this I ask only that you meet me at the Spire within the City.

In Service Eternal, @lurienthewatcherofficial 🔷"

Uunvraxis read the note. It was after that, that he went to the City of Tears as soon as he could.

It didn't take too long for him to get to the City, but once he had... Well, once he had, it was awful trying to find the Spire. He had no idea what it looked like.

But ultimately, he found it, and he waited outside of it.

He had no idea what the "concerns of a more personal nature" they might be, and it was true that he rather disliked the King, but he didn't want to see Hallownest destroyed.

*Willoh is slowly placing arcane eggs in a burlap sack*

@willohfficial

Something is wrong.

@the-monster-design-hub

Uunvraxis felt the roar within his own body, due to his connection to the Void.

He'd seen the flashing lights of the Lost King's battle with... Lurien, maybe? He couldn't quite tell. He had been trying to get all of his stuff from his home and evacuate.

n̷̦̔ó̴̟t̸̪̚ ̷̙̅a̵̫̔ ̷̬̌s̷̪̑i̵͈̕n̴̗̉g̴̼̔l̵͎̉e̷̺̓ ̴̼̿t̷̲̓h̵̹̑î̸̞n̸̜͊g̸̝̔ ̸̡̀ ̵͖͌i̶͈̒n̸͎͐ ̸̯̋t̸̩̐h̴̫͑i̴̳͠s̶̩̐ ̸̮́p̴̮͐l̸͖͝à̸̤c̸̛̗ë̸̲́ ̸͔͘t̶̬͌h̶̦͒a̷̭͒ť̸̯ ̷̬̅i̸̠͂s̶̬̄ ̸͔̀ẃ̴̢o̷̠̔r̶͍̈́t̷͕̃h̶̹̍ ̴̣̚c̴̮͌o̸̙̅ṅ̵̟s̷͚̀ŭ̴̻m̶͎͊i̴͎̇n̸̮̓g̴͚̏.̵͝ͅ.̷̩̅

.̶͍̊.̵̢̓.̴͕̒.̷̣̑?̵̬̄

[@brotherlonglegsrw]

Uunvraxis stared in horror at the tentacled thing in his home.

He hefted his staff, and prepared for whatever may come, be it a fight or a chat.

hello! am leaf glider!

@leafgliderofficial

Uunvraxis stared at the leaf-shaped bug.

"Oh, uh, hi! You're... a Leaf Glider?" He asked. "I... Would not have guessed that you were intelligent... Um, I'm Uunvraxis! I'm a Snail Shaman. Say, where am I? I thought I was in a place called Greenpath, but uh... Clearly, I'm not."