The home was, well, really more of a treehouse even if the sloping steps did end up touching the ground. The house itself seemed to have been grown not just in, but out of the very tree itself, merging with it in places with natural branches protruding from points of the roof in a manner that strengthened rather than weakened. The resident had gone to some effort at least to take a more traditional view of decorating. Candles hung in small globes from various branches, and a carefully-maintained bonfire was lit on either side of the door.
Where the trees block the light of the bonfire and cast long, dark shadows across the ground, there is movement. The very shadows themselves twist and churn, rising up into a pillar.
Within moments, the pillar of darkness has resolved itself into the form of an illithid, its gaunt form appearing nearly seven feet tall. Immediately, it shrinks back, throwing a hand up to shield its lidless eyes from the light of the bonfire. A spine-chilling clacking and hissing emanates from within its wiggling face-tentacles as it grimaces into the light.
Within moments, the pillar of darkness has resolved itself into the form of an illithid, its gaunt form appearing nearly seven feet tall. Immediately, it shrinks back, throwing a hand up to shield its lidless eyes from the light of the bonfire. A spine-chilling clacking and hissing emanates from within its wiggling face-tentacles as it grimaces into the light.
Following closely on the heals of Aethaeraent's arrival, so closely that to imagine a coincidence would be quite the challenge, is a rather loud PoP sound. There are those who might tell you that teleportation arrivals make little to no sound, those people are likely humanoid sized. This latest arrival is clearly not. Over 12 feet in Diameter, this Beholder is quite a bit larger than most Beholders, that is assuming the observer has seen more than one Beholder and lived to remember it. There is a tiny looking human face stuck to this Beholder, below the central eye and above the mouth. The face is bloody around the edges and is clearly stretched unevenly, making it almost difficult to determine the fact that it was once(recently) attached to a human. Maybe this face is the Beholder's “Costume” but only if he is very unclear on the definition of the word Costume.
“TRICK OR TREAT!” The beholder's eerily jovial voice booms through the air, deep and rumbling, like a row of sub-woofers all turned up to 11. No need for a doorbell.
“TRICK OR TREAT!” The beholder's eerily jovial voice booms through the air, deep and rumbling, like a row of sub-woofers all turned up to 11. No need for a doorbell.
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