A thoughtful (more or less) person has carried the magic banjo outside, leaving it near the corral. It still glows faintly, as if it is beckoning people to play it. The kraken, surprisingly, doesn't try to break the instrument. Then again, it is a magic banjo. Maybe it just doesn't want to touch that with a ten foot tentacle.

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Everything is quiet. Far above, spread out against the bubble, the Kraken shifts faintly, opening its vast beak to give a soft screech. It does not wake however, it's giant tentacles still coiled together. Most of its injuries have healed already, blood no longer dripping from the wounds ( Read more... )

Wednesday. 7pm. A calm, normal day in Vatheon. Nothing betrays what is coming. And yet the signs were there, if only someone had been able to see them for what they were ( Read more... )