>>5545835- The icon is receded into the stone a few centimetres, and consists of horizontal bar overlaid upon a relatively simple spirograph pattern -
- Specifically, the shape is comprised of an inner circle surrounded by a roulette pattern of curving, intersecting lines, forming 48 discrete diamond-shaped sections -
- On close inspection, there are no signs that the Icon was chiselled into the rock -
- In fact, the entire monolith lacks the subtle scrapes and scuffs of a monument that was carved from a greater piece of material -
- As improbable as it is, Its almost as though this artisanal example of stonecraft came into being already fully formed -
-As you do one final circuit around the statuesque monument, you happen to catch something out of the corner of your eye-
-While incidentally looking past several collapsed walls and through a frameless window, you see an oily, glittering blob of something drop into your frame of vision at terminal velocity, splattering messily on the ground-
-You stare for a moment perplexed, however before you can decide on a course of action you witness the star-spangled goo shudder then begin pulling itself together -
- Congealing and condensing, the star-ooze kneads itself into shape, a humanoid shape -
- As crude texture fades in over the figures geometry, it spasms then hops to its feet -
-Standing in the street outside, reaching about a third of a meter high - is a gibbering impish biped, its hideous features set upon a glossy black hide-
- Hooting excitedly the creature sniffs at the air, or rather makes heavily exaggerated pantomime of the action, then pivots in the direction of the ruined post office -
= Def: “What the hell is *that*?!”=
= Sub: “Meh, I could take it.”=
= Dep: “It hasn’t noticed us yet, I think. Though its tricky to accurately get a read on something with facial features that look like they’re drawn on with crayon. =
