Masks 2

…into the vaulted temples of the ancient lizardfolk, where the Song of the Deep was heard millions of years ago. The pale stone is buried in a thick layer of black slime. As the heroes pass, tendrils of black veins reach towards them, drifting in the pitch-dark water.
 
Siren floats before the high temple, a ruined facsimile of the palace above. Her eyes are closed, focusing on the deafening psionic song that fills the mental air. Beside her is a dolphin kinda… thing with way too many mouths and a bladed fin-tail. The stone tiles of the square are completely gone. In its place is a black chasm, lined with sharp teeth and surrounded with a roaring whirlpool. This is where the veins lead, and as Siren sings, huge inky black tentacles reach towards her, following its song. The surface of the tentacle’s skin is unpleasantly oily, and pops with black suckers shaped like hands.

There is something very dark in there, and very, very big.

Siren looks up at them as they approach with a villainous scowl. Gooey black drips from her eyes.  “God. I love my fish, don’t get me wrong, but… Reelly? Can’t even krill some dumb carp minions?” Her eyes shine with excitement and a big shark grin spreads across her face. “Doesn’t matter. You’re too late, fishies. Tide’s coming in.”

In a flash, she draws her spear and leaps on top of the dolphin monster. “C’mon, Stormy. Time to save the world!”

Then she CHARGES MARIA AS HARD AS SHE GLUBBIN CAN.