Known Tablet #3

Under the blackest edge, a light.

The water beckons, as you bleed. It turns dark as you enter.

The weak fear the madness below the surface; the strong embrace it. The deepest wisdom comes from profane disconnections.

You go below in a bathing of blood; you emerge ascendent from flesh, perfected by scales, a construct of bone and meat driven by lightning.

Venomous, you bite the world, and the world turns to lay the other side of its neck open to you. And the lapping of the waves tells you what you already know, and have known all along:

G O R G A S U U L

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Known Tablet #3

Under the blackest edge, a light. The water beckons, as you bleed. It turns dark as you enter.
The weak fear the madness below the surface; the strong embrace it. The deepest wisdom comes from profane disconnections.
You go below in a bathing of blood; you emerge ascendent from flesh, perfected by scales, a construct of bone and meat driven by lightning.
Venomous, you bite the world, and the world turns to lay the other side of its neck open to you. And the lapping of the waves tells you what you already know, and have known all along:
G O R G A S U U L

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The Profane Deep

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The Borderland Marches