09-12-2016, 11:07 AM
To the stormtroopers, scouts, and primes watching the nexus, it had been a quiet day. The fountain’s serene waters had been peaceful, water flowing from top to bottom in a gentle, repetitive pace, the ever-changing shape of the fountain had taken on a Greek-inspired aesthetic as the water dribbled from the top of what looked like an ancient stone pillar. Transparent, pure water streamed from the edges of the pillar's top and into the basin below, creating a flowing, see-through curtain.
The first signs that something had changed were within the water itself. the formerly clear, pleasant fluid began to grow viscous and muddy. The gentle flow from the top of the pillar began to sputter bursts of mud and filth as the top of the pillar warped and bent.
Into the shape of a sickly eye.
The constant, soft sound of the dribbling water was replaced by a squelching, sucking sound as purple, viscous slime replaced the water of the fountain, the statue widening and shifting as four spiked pillars of ribbed stone grew in four corners at the edge of the fountain basin. The air itself seemed to reflect the change, and the oxygen in the nexus was tainted with the smell of rot, sickness, and death as the Fountain in the middle grew to the size of a large house, stone tendrils and growths dotting it’s figure, covered in the disgusting substance that had once been the pure water of the fountain
None in the nexus knew the true significance of this image, the eldritch abomination that the Fountain had come to represent, covered in the writhing, purple carpet of living slime, but the shiver that ran through their spines showed that their bodies recognized the threat, even if their conscious minds did not.
And as a small, green, hideous form spread it’s bladed wings within the middle of the nexus, and sickly black lips spread into the form of a broad smile, those standing within the nexus knew that this hideous transformation had served one purpose.
To herald the arrival of a prime.
The first signs that something had changed were within the water itself. the formerly clear, pleasant fluid began to grow viscous and muddy. The gentle flow from the top of the pillar began to sputter bursts of mud and filth as the top of the pillar warped and bent.
Into the shape of a sickly eye.
The constant, soft sound of the dribbling water was replaced by a squelching, sucking sound as purple, viscous slime replaced the water of the fountain, the statue widening and shifting as four spiked pillars of ribbed stone grew in four corners at the edge of the fountain basin. The air itself seemed to reflect the change, and the oxygen in the nexus was tainted with the smell of rot, sickness, and death as the Fountain in the middle grew to the size of a large house, stone tendrils and growths dotting it’s figure, covered in the disgusting substance that had once been the pure water of the fountain
None in the nexus knew the true significance of this image, the eldritch abomination that the Fountain had come to represent, covered in the writhing, purple carpet of living slime, but the shiver that ran through their spines showed that their bodies recognized the threat, even if their conscious minds did not.
And as a small, green, hideous form spread it’s bladed wings within the middle of the nexus, and sickly black lips spread into the form of a broad smile, those standing within the nexus knew that this hideous transformation had served one purpose.
To herald the arrival of a prime.