Jôm was launched through the opaque mirror
Inside, he felt like he tumbling in the current of a great river; the taste of iron filled his mouth and then his lungs as he was propulsed through the thick, occult hemoglobin.
All he saw was the red before he was sucked into a hole, in the bed of the blood stream.
Flush—Splash!!
The spell broke off, his body, and a few thousand liters of cursed blood crashed suddenly onto ground.
Brutal as it started, the downpour abruptly stopped when the blood stopped flowing from its source.
And for the third time the miserable sinner crashed, he landed deeper into the sludge.
Into the ragout of gore
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But, it shall not be his last, for his greed is what landed him here, and it shall sign his demise.
No, one, will, exit.
~ ~ ~
Jôm was collapsed on the ground. He was so tired he could barely smell the pungent metallic air.
His body drained, he threatened to fall unconscious.
Feeling the tender arms of Morpheus, only a piercing headache managed to pull him out of his battered state.
Jôm is taking non-lethal damage
He felt his strength forcibly coming back and rouse him. While lying on his side, he felt the touch of a cubic object... Or more exactly a cubic creature.
"Huuur-huuur", soft breath is brushing his hand, the ever-shifting, laborious breathing cube, Map-man.
[ Obtained: Map-man #61.066 ]
A toy obtained from the sacrifice of a sapient creature,
The creature's previous individuality has been erased
Specialty: It has a plethora of mysterious functions.
Clutching his head with one hand and Map-man in another, he stiffly stood back on his many feet. He tried to open his eyes, but his sight was almost useless. It was far too dark to see very far, his vision limited to a dim hue of crimson around him.
No more stillness
Unending above and endlessly deep, he was plunged into yet, another bath of darkness
A decaying breeze, moist with the essence of life
The same smell of rotting meat invaded his nostrils; He still tasted the gross acidic blood he had been submerged with. His eyes throbbing with severe pain, he started coughing. Purging out mouthfuls of blood that entered his stomach and lungs. Minutes passed in the darkness and his eyes were still irritated; he tried blinking, Rubbing, and scratching his eyes with his harsh knuckles to get the irritating substance out.
He stumbled in the dark, falling back again on the spongious ground, dropping the cube.
Head in the gore, he screeched.
Anger and head-trauma boiling into bitterness, bloody spit flying out of his mouth, squirming anger that dissipated soon in fear of further gratuitous cruelty by the uncaring ones. A whistling sigh escaped his maw.
In the all-encompassing dark that confined him, Jôm shut his human eyes. Steadying his breath and picking the cube again, he began his newest trial.
Today will be the day, he was almost one step away.
~ ~ ~
From far below, in the heart of darkness;
The bone-white throne was adorned with the melting gilded masks of the youthful and the old; the many faces of the Leviathan.
Ego witnessed his ordeals, he ridiculed him from his seat; and the many old ones of the Underdark laughed in contempt and derision too, in derision of the being as low as a speck of dust.
For the trials of the youngest were among the most broadcasted throughout the deep.
~ ~ ~
He felt a creeping unease, as if the very walls were watching him.
Eventually, his discomfort dissipated enough. Finding his limbs moving with his command, Jôm scratched his head. His chitinous fingers touched his larval forehead, massaging the vestiges of what was once a human face.
He had continued into the darkness, slowly stumbling toward hopeful...
"FRRRRTTT"
A noxious pocket of gas erupted near him, it tossed him off balance, straight to the floor.
He stayed silent and motionless there for a minute.
...
"pfft"
A whistle-like chuckle erupted from him, the silence mingled with his nervous cackling.
Such joke, a fart to his face, it almost ended him.
As if freedom or hope mattered, he was far beyond the reach of such ideas anymore.
...inside no longer matters as much,
He got up after paying attention to the surrounding noises.
His senses had ripened with his body, and as time passed he handled them better and better, granting him a heightened perception of this macabre world. The faint differences in smells and vibrations of the surroundings helped him navigate the rough path even without light.
In the damp darkness, numerous species breed and flourish.
Many are the varieties of parasitic plants Jôm stumbled on from time to time, creatures of grotesque beauty.
Their leaves and tendrils, rather than photosynthesis, evolved to be capable of feeding off the decaying flesh of those walls.
Their structures absorb the morbid nutrient directly, thick and coiling vines wrapped around the organic landscape. Others are more specialized toward fleshy pulsating flowers, opening to reveal rows of sharp, needle-like teeth, reminiscent of vile deep-sea fishes.These horrid blooms attract insects and other small creatures, luring them in with an overpowering smell noticeable from afar.
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Proliferating inside the dungeon; There is yet to scrape even the surface of its mysteries.
~~~
The atmosphere was chilling despite the bodily heat. He felt like he was going to collapse from exhaustion.
With his hands on the ground, he groped at the fleshy texture in search of the path forward.
Spongy and porous footing, his insectoid talons sanked easily. This clay-like texture molds after his every step.
He still holds the cube in one of his hands, it feels soft and smooth.
His “gifted” antennas combed the floor in search of different paths. He had yet to significantly understand any aspects of his new body. The smells and sensations were mostly similar, with varying tolerables and intolerables.
At time it was only smelling worse than an unkept butchery, but when pocket of gases loudly exploded out of the ground; the smell would almost be corrosive to human standard.
Sickening, nauseating, Sweet-sour, the combinason of rotting flesh and damp earth,
He hate sour.
"Snnrf ?"
"SNNRF ?"
But he loves sweet.
He sniffed the air, picturing the smell, his brain flashed with creative arcs of electric stimulations.
A different smell, sweet.
the slight changes in the chemicals in the air appeared to him in his mind, like a cloudy trail he must follow.
Deciding to pursue it, he stumbled on a quiet thing on the floor. It didn’t smell like the rest of the decaying meat. A whiff of oppressive fragrance entered his noses.
A plant, a mysterious smell, the smell... of apples.
Map-man texture suddenly became rougher, harsh like the bark of a tree.
He touched its stem suspiciously, caressing it, slowly...
"GNAP", The stabbing sensation came all at once, the vile plant victimized his fingers
He Yanked his hand backward with all his inhuman strength, pulling it out of the ground in one go.
Jom has taken non-lethal damage, he bleeds...a bit
[Jôm obtain dark parasitic plant; Man’dra’Gore ]
Speciality: Corpse ingredient, can be used as a narcotic.
It wriggled hard in his hand, the agitated creature cried like a frightened baby in his chitinous claws.
The plant would plead, shaking its forked fleshy roots resembling a small human.
His ears ringed intensely,
Jôm's head pounded with the worst headache of his life, and now his fingers were almost eaten.
[ Fulfillment: Babies?! I love them ]
[ God flesh (1kg) added to the fridge as a reward ]
God flesh can be used at your next gore-shrine.
Jôm furrowed his inhuman brows
"Snn–Nn–Rrf"
Grasping it tightly, he got another whiff of the creature twitching in his hand.
Unhinging his jaws, into his maw it went.
"Chomp"
It felt warm, sweet and a bit tart in his mouth, actually tasted somewhat close to apples, the little shit still squirmed with energy down his throat.
Proof that sometimes, you bite more than you chew.
[ Fulfillment: Darwin would be proud ]
[ God flesh (2kg) added to the fridge ]
His skeletal hand had finished healing as he was done with swallowing the creature.
Jôm is afflicted with Drugged
A blissful emptiness invaded Jôm’s head,
Happy whistle
Oh, yeah… feeling better already.
While he was high he remembered his old carving pen he lost, it made him a bit sad.
He misses that pen.
~ ~ ~
He found it
Crode
He had found it, the end of the trail of scent. Having followed, and devoured all the parasites on his path, he had ended up bumping into it.
Jôm is severely wasted
Up, and down, up and down, left and right... to finally arrive at the final wall of rubbery meat.
Despite the void in his head, he got to work. Skimming its exterior with his feelers, it stood hard and bumpy. Hot and pulsing.
Brushing his hands across the fleshed-out creation; the end stood probably in less than five arms of space.
Eventually, his hands touched the bump of freedom, his finger penetrated into a gnarled, seemingly ripped open, gash into the landscape. Impossible to see, without getting this close and dirty.
His brain tingled as his flopping antennas started tapping the thing.
Lubrified... Warm to the touch... Yup, seems to be the entrance of a tunnel.
...
It was a tight one, there's a chance to be stuck in there.
...
One, two, One, Two...
Stretching,
He placed Map-man in his mouth to not restrict his movement, the cube barely murmured a protest.
He was ready, It's time to go, he was ready not to die.
One feet after another, his body penetrated the jagged tear in the grotesque landscape
Traversed in the pocket of flesh
It was a nightmarish passage, the fleshyness constrained his body, pulsating with a sickening rhythm.
That must be what it feels like to descend the insides of a giant something.
"crawl; crawl; crawl;"
The meaty tunnel quivered at each inch of progress, dimly lit by a sickly crimson glow. He was getting closer.
"Cruc"
But the space was getting tighter, his body was soft, contorting on its uneven surface.
He felt extremely itchy, the pressure squeezed him, crushing his organs.
"crawl... crawl... crawl,"
He crawled and trampled on the slimy, pulsating tissues and the brittle bone tumors in his way.
"Crack!"
"Crunch!"
"Crok!"
"Splat!"
They shatter and crunch, breaking off under the weight of his body.
[ Fulfillment: What a bully ]
[ God flesh (1kg) added to the fridge ]
He finally stopped at a sphincter-like door, it closed whatever was outside from him.
There was a glimmer of light, the exit, the sweet, exit.
His body was about to be crushed by the terrific pressure, he pushed with all his might to force his grotesque form through the last of the passage.
"Plop"
He emerged into LIGHT, his eyes burning from the sudden exposure. Flopping like a newborn on the ground, backed against the wall for support as he shields his teary eyes with his claws.
Slowly, his vision slowly recovered, as he adapted back to the yellow light
Little by little.
The pain gradually subsided and his tears stopped flowing, even the need to cover his eyes completely disappeared.
Feeling relief, he turned his head to look around.
Only to see the surreal details he had been exposed on to.