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[ The locket, as always, is held up in mid-air when the Outsider turns it on. He is not alone in this recording, though; behind him are four women in long, gauzy black dresses and veils. With them are several children, eyes all black; the women are gently ushering them along the shore of the beach behind them while two massive dogs run back and forth.

In the distance is the black line of the Void, creeping over the ocean.

Next to the Outsider is another one of the children, and next to him the resemblance is clear: the same eyes, the same curious tilt to the head, the same bony cheeks. The child looks a bit more fey, but he sticks close to his sire, hands clutching to his arm. ]

Do not harm the children, [ the Outsider begins, and his voice is cold, shows every century of age and power. ] Do not harm the children or we will use your blood and bones, and you will be lucky if you are dead when we start.

[ A large palm smooths over the hair of his son. A daughter comes up on the other side, humming. She smiles at him and her teeth are sharp and red. The Outsider leans in so she can murmur in his ear. ]

Ah, yes. Should anyone find themselves with a need to desecrate shrines further -- the same warning applies to you. I will know, should you touch one of mine.

[ His daughter giggles and takes the hand of his son, and the two go to join the others. The Outsider watches, head half-turned. A seagull swoops down and perches on his shoulder, ruffles its wings, and the feed ends. ]

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[He cracks a smile. Oh, you.

Now stop sending birds to sit on his face.]

Yeah. I suppose I should be sendin' regards. [A wave of one hand.] Congratulations. [...on your eldritch horrorchildren. Not that he'll say that, it's rude. Still, the fact that they exist now prrrrrrrooooobably isn't a good thing, strictly? Like Yogg-Saron getting it on with Azshara, the results would likely be just as...alarming. And carnivorous.]

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[ why would he do that ]

Thank you. They were... unexpected, but you and I do know how I feel about such things.

[ Calm down, Vol'jin. It's gonna be okay. Probably. Maybe. ]

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[Because the last one was heavy, dammit. Actually, they both were. :|

He's not freaking out. He's just very alert. Although, let's face it, they're probably doing the gene pool of the Drabwurld a favor. He grunts an acknowledgement and nods.

Still, more important things are happening, things that will consume more than a few dumb fishermen. Vol'jin's gaze flicks over the Outsider's shoulder, looking grim.]

Suppose it be a good thing I got some sailin' in while I could, yeah?

[And he's wondering idly if his brother heard about this yet. Gonna have to call him.]

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[ You are a nine foot troll, deal with it. ]

Yes.

[ He doesn't sound sad, but it's close. Weary, maybe. Feeling his age. ]

It will not be long, if nothing is done.

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[ur mum can deal wit it]

[That earns a frustrated growl as he rubs his free hand over his eyes. Yeah, Thrall would not be pleased with that. He swears under his breath, not that it does any good at all.]

It's made landfall on Leathann, yeah?

[What happens when it touches something, he wonders?]

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Almost. It's a few miles out. It will take Verla first, as I understand it.

[ People have probably tried to find out and never been heard from again. ]

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[Well, naturally; that's usually how these things happen. The traditional route is to throw a couple adventurers at it and see if any survive, but since it grows as it eats, that's probably not a good plan.

Verla. Vol'jin looks away, expression dark.]

Where the Pyrii are...

[Lost in thought, it takes him a moment to direct his attention back.]

I should prolly go make a call.

[How hard can it be to move part of the sea?]

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[ There are only bad plans or no plans, or so it seems. ]

Very well. You know how to reach me.

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[A nod.] I'll let ya know if I end up with news.