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The Story of Hrothfeond Evermorn and the Maelstromniftypins.eth## Growing Up Poor Tradesfolk like the blacksmith Hrothfeond Evermorn weren’t supposed to have a pendant like this. But then,not every poor person came from a line like the Evermorns. Hrothfeond, whom everyone called Fe, was the youngest of a long line. His father, Hrothleong, had been a blacksmith, like his father and his father’s father before him. But not all. Somewhere far back in his family’s line, one Evermorn had not been a soot-stained laborer of fire and ore, but someone of importance. A great man. Maybe they’d been noble. Royal, even. That forebear must have had people yield to his command just as Fe’s hammer, his father’s hammer, did each day. Who else would have possessed a pendant of power—the very same that Fe now wore around his neck? No one knows exactly what, but something had happened to sunder the line of Evermorns; it was surely dark and disastrous. An event that changed the trajectory of a family’s history forever. Something that caused the beautiful pendant of power to be known instead as the “Dread Bite,” and that had imbued it with a mysterious and tragic sort of magic. After working as a smith for over 20 years and apprenticing for five before that, Fe was sick of living in Schlel. He was ready for adventure, to travel beyond the realm of lel Kúbklor and to see new sights and have the experiences he’d only read of in books. Fe made a vow to himself on that otherwise unremarkable night: he would take the first boat out to sea that would give him passage. ## The Night at the Viper Tavern That night, Fe went to the Viper Tavern, named after a local crypt not far from the city walls. Fe had his usual, a strong ale with a dram of Hardguzzle, a spirit made from Malfour cactus that lel Kúbklor was renowned for distilling. Fe knew that crews often visited the Viper Tavern prior to a long voyage—it was a departing tradition for the men to get good and drunk before they hit the open water and later the passages through the Tides of Tears, through the Sea of Hermits and on to the rollicking Dommian Ocean. It seemed that the luck of that great, long-lost ancestor was with Fe that night. Not only did he find a crew ready to set sail the next day, but he also overheard the captain and his first mate deep in conversation, concerned that their blacksmith had fallen ill. They were worried that the voyage would have to be delayed. “You know that now is our only chance,” the captain sighed. “We are three months from the winds of the North blowing in and it’s more than a two-month journey—we don’t even know exactly where The Maelstrom is located. As soon as the air has just a bit of a chill the creature goes dormant, and the island is submerged.” “Where are we going to find a smith in such order? And one that can forge cold iron? It’s a lost art and we are losing time,” the first mate replied. “Face it cap’n, this voyage is going to have to wait for another day. Thou mayest want to quest, but Odin has other ideas; heed his advice.” Fe heard everything. He knew he had his chance—but had the gods made the ship’s smith ill so the boat would not set sail? Or was it so that Fe could seize this moment and leave? Fe was never one to give his opinions on metaphysical matters, but he had to make a choice. He decided that it was the latter and sidled up to the table of the captain to make his case. “I can work cold iron to be the sharpest blade or the strongest greaves,” Fe opened, finding his courage after a swig of Hardguzzle. “If your mission needs a blacksmith, then look no further than the person who sits in front of you here. I’m ready to leave Schlel as soon as I can find passage.” “Aye, man! And how do we know you can work cold iron like you say? Plenty of people claim to have skills to get out of this pitiful city but are as worthless as a wooden shield when battling a fire breathing dragon,” the first mate said with a sneer, spitting on the ground. Fe pounced, grabbed the first mate and placed him in a headlock, putting a knife to his throat. “You tell me if this knife is sharp enough, for it was forged from my own hands,” Fe snarled, nicked the man’s skin and threw him to the ground. “All right, you’re in,” the captain spoke, putting an end to the theatrics. “But you need to know what you’re getting into. This is no ordinary seafaring journey, transferring commodities from one port to another. This is an expedition into the heart of the Dommian Ocean, to a place feared by even the most tenured sailor. “We are going to The Maelstrom, a place that many don’t believe exists, but that I’m confident I will find. The legend of this forgotten place has been passed down through my family for ages.” The captain then explained to Fe the legend behind his quest, that years ago a dark mage of power had ventured into the open sea in search of a monstrous creature that he believed he could tame with his sorcery. The mage felt that once this monster was in his control, he would be able to rule all realms, an unstoppable force that no one would dare challenge. It’s said the mage set off with only one deck hand to help with the sails. The pair traveled day and night in search for the mythical beast and would only return to port after several weeks where they’d resupply and set sail again the next morning. The story goes that the mage found the creature, but it was far more powerful than he could have imagined. The beast spun an incredible whirlpool—at its center was the tip of an island that became more and more visible as the rushing waters spun faster and faster. Suddenly and at speed the beast rose out of the water, smashing the small ship with enormous tentacles. The mage was sucked into the center of The Maelstrom, towards the island, while the deck hand was cast outside of the wake, exhausted and clutching to a few boards. Massive waves then clapped together from the perimeter of the whirlpool, submerging the island in a wall of water and drowning the dark wizard. The deck hand miraculously survived the horror, floating through the ocean on some of the wreckage before eventually washing ashore in Guz-Metmas in the Kezgep-Mas realm. He told everyone who would listen, mostly tavern keepers, the epic tale. None believed him at first, but over time ships began disappearing in the middle of the Dommian Ocean, especially at this time of year. It’s believed that the beast is most active now, before the cold winds of the North blow in. “We aim to prove the legend true, and to recover all the treasures from the sunken ships, along with any items once possessed by the dark mage. We believe that the beast hates the cold, which is why we need a smith who can work cold iron. If you’re up to the task, I’m ready to take you aboard.” Fe thought the captain’s story was nothing more than fantasy, just more sun-bleached lore of the sea that sailors tell to keep their minds off the drudgery. But what did Fe care? This yarn was his ticket away from Schlel—let them believe whatever they want if it got him on a boat. Feigning deep thought upon the decision, Fe ultimately nodded his head in agreement. The first mate’s pride was badly bruised; Fe was flush with excitement, drunk on beer and his good luck, concerned not for the danger that was ahead of him. ## The Journey Begins The crew embarked for The Maelstrom, leaving Schlel early the next morning. Even though Fe was green when it came to sailing, his position as the ship’s smith earned him a place in the officer’s quarters and the luxury of having only one roommate, instead of 15. He had his own shop to work in and got to eat in the mess hall before the rest of the men. But the fact remained: he was a terrible sailor. He didn’t have any practical seafaring experience, which made him loathed by many in the crew. While he found nothing in common with the elites, Fe could feel the daggers of the crew’s eyes as he ate. “Let them stare,” he thought, “for if The Maelstrom actually exists, which it certainly does not, my weapons will be their salvation.” To combat the inevitable loneliness of the sea, Fe immersed himself in his work. Truly, no one had seen anything like him before—the sound of hammers banging metal rang out from his shop at all hours of day and night. Slowly the crew’s disdain gave way to admiration for the quality of arms he was producing. But as he continued to make spear after spear, the men’s feeling of awe became one of fear as they began to wonder, “What kind of monster are we to battle at The Maelstrom that would need this kind of armory? What fate awaits us in the open sea?” ## Everything Goes Wrong The crew had been at sea for just over three months and the air was beginning to crisp. The captain thought that the journey was sure to be a bust; he had already begun working on what he’d say to the lords who had invested in this venture. They would be disappointed that he would return home empty handed, but they’d known the chances of success were minuscule. Surely these men of means would understand. The captain didn’t know very many wealthy men. All the sudden, a call came down from the crow’s nest, “I see somethin’! I see somethin’! O’er there! The ocean is swirling like I have ne’er seen before. Aye, cap’n, the water is churnin’ like nothin’ else! O’er there! Starboard! Look!” The captain scrambled to the deck, climbed up into a bird’s nest atop the main mast and looked out in the distance. And the sight before him, what else but the Maelstrom could it be? The beast, then, was near. He went into his quarters and prepared for the monster, donning his armor, breastplate, gloves and belt of demonhide, the strongest material for battle known to the realms. The items had been in his family for ages, and putting them on gave him courage in facing whatever horror lurked beneath the churning surface before him. At a minimum, he thought that he looked the part of an adventurer, though he felt a chill to his very marrow. At the last moment, he took off a glove and slipped on a titanium ring, a gift from the father of his bride. “For good luck,” he thought as he walked out of his quarters, “we certainly will need it.” He then addressed the crew. “Men, what lies beneath these waters is the most dangerous beast any of us have ever seen or imagined. But this is why you are all here! You claimed you wanted adventure? You claimed to want verses sung of you throughout the ages? You claimed you wanted treasure?!” the captain hollered to a roar of approval. “Aye men, then your day has come! Grab the spears, load the cannons, it is time we kill this Kraken of the sea! It is time to show the beast that no crew from the Order of Power fears it! Take your stations!” While the men scrambled, fighting with the unpredictable winds of the Maelstrom’s churn, Fe could only stand there in shock. While he certainly had wanted adventure far away from the monotony Schlel, he also wanted to live a full life. Seeing this great whirlpool form in the distance, he sensed disaster before him and felt a pang of regret in leaving his friendly confines. But was that life of boredom one worth living? No, he reminded himself, tucking the ancient pendant under his shirt and grabbing a spear. He would go down fighting with the weapons he had forged. As the ship approached The Maelstrom, Fe saw at the center of the whirlpool the fabled island. Rocky and sharp, as if it had to fight to emerge from the sea floor. The shores were littered with wreckage of ships that had fallen to the strength of the kraken, smashed on the side of the face of stone. The waters continued to churn, creating a vortex at the center where the island became more and more exposed, showing even more destruction than Fe first glimpsed. But where was the beast? Fe tried imagining it—the size of a monster that could churn the Dommian’s open water like a bathtub. Just then, a tentacle far larger than even he’d feared emerged from the edge of the whirl. For a moment, all the men froze, gazing up to the sky at the writhing limb that seemed as though it originated in the deepest depths of the underworld. Regaining his composure, the captain steadied his crew and told them to take aim; on his command the cannons thundered, and the men flung spears at the beast. The kraken’s howl was shrill and guttural, shaking moon and sky and sea across the cloudless night. The captain had been correct in hoping the cold iron would cause great harm to the beast. Feeling more emboldened than afraid, he was screaming to his men to ready the next assault when he eyed a small wrecked ship, constructed in an ancient style, on the one side of the Maelstrom’s island. At once, he knew it must be the boat of the dark mage from long ago. “Fe! Grab some spears and the stoutest longsword you’ve made. You wanted adventure? Come with me,” the captain howled at the blacksmith. “We’re boarding that raft and retrieving the ghost wand from the isle over there.” “You’re mad!” shouted Fe. “What spell are you under?! There’s no way we can get past the Kraken and even if we do, how will we return?” “We don’t stand a chance fighting it this way. But the crew may buy us enough time to retrieve the ghost wand. My father taught me a spell should I ever recover the weapon. This is our only hope,” the captain said with desperation in his voice. “I need another man to help me row this raft and you’re the strongest one I’ve come across. Come with me.” Fe did as he was told, and he and the captain boarded the raft as the captain relayed his plans to his first mate. Another tentacle rose into the air, this time the captain’s right-hand man gave the order for the canons to attack. The pair pushed the oars and paddled against the raging currents of the whirlpool, their strength and determination driving them onward. As they failed to gain any ground, the captain shouted above the roar of the whirlpool, "Use your oars to follow the current and hug the lip of the vortex!" Fe nodded, and the two began to row in the same direction as the current. With each stroke, they were able to make progress, slowly inching towards the island. The captain shouted directions as they went, and soon they were able to make their way to the edge of the maelstrom. As they moved closer to the island, the waves grew more fierce, threatening to capsize the raft. But the two held fast, their oars biting into the water, propelling them towards the island. With the vessel hugging the edge, the current began to carry them down, down, downward, rapidly taking them towards their destination. Seemingly at random, an arm of the kraken emerged from the water and crashed down beside them, but again and again would miraculously miss its target. The two held fast to their oars amid the chaos, pressing on and pushing through the chaos. Finally, the pair made it safely to the island, crashing the raft onto the Eastern shore, with only a few weapons lost in the struggle. Time was not on their side; the captain estimated he heard six rounds of cannon fire and knew there were only enough munitions for three, maybe four rounds more. But there, beside their raft, was the wreck with ancient runes in faded fabric on a sail that was tattered and worn. This was the ship of the dark mage; the captain was certain of it. “Seek out a wand and give it to me as soon as you do!” the captain shouted. “We are running out of time, Fe!” “Wait! Before we begin our search, tell me the incantation in case you fall. You’ve come too far to let that secret go with you in death,” Fe hollered. “I’ve proven a faithful hand; I deserve to know it should I find the wand and cannot find you!” The captain realized that Fe was right and trusted the man; he had proved himself loyal and there was no reason not to withhold the spell from him. He shouted the strange words to Fe, *naḷ duin sïlan sin elenya, elenya doloros ada ú*. BOOM! The air shook with another round of cannon fire. The captain knew there was just one round left before his men would be out of ammunition and the creature from the depths would smash the ship to pieces. He had to find the wand if there was ever a chance to save his crew. The captain was panicked as he searched the wreckage, but nothing was to be found. Fe, though, felt a surreal sense of calm. The pendant around his neck seemed to soothe him, while at the same time urging him to go down into the depths of the wreck. He went, not questioning the odd feeling—when suddenly he spotted a chest with a broken lock. Fe pried open the box and, mixed in among the sunken shekels, were a hood and slippers and a gnarled wand unlike any he had ever seen. The ghost wand of the dark mage. “Captain, come quick, I found it!” Fe heard the quick steps of the captain above—but as he descended the stairs, his foot went through a rotten plank. He twisted his ankle and fell, hitting his head on the wreckage below. Fe ran to him. BOOM! This sound was not quite as powerful as the last; Fe knew then that the ship was out of cannon fodder. But he couldn’t leave the captain knocked out at the bottom of this long-lost ship’s hull. Gathering the mage’s items from the chest, but leaving all the coins, Fe began to pull the captain up the stairs, struggling with every step. He knew he must cast the spell if the crew were to live, but doing so now would be certain doom for the two of them. Fe had to get to high water so that they wouldn’t be submerged when The Maelstrom subsided. Time was running out. There was no longer the rumble of the cannons; in fact, there was an eerie sense of quiet over the ocean, the churning ocean beginning to slow down with the sea level rising on the island. Then out nowhere the beast rose from the sea, not just a tentacle, but the entire monster. The kraken was a thing of nightmares, a behemoth of the deep; its body an unearthly black with tentacles writhing like serpents. Its eyes glowed a sickly yellow, and its mouth was lined with razor sharp teeth. The kraken’s massive dwarfed the island at the center of the Maelstom, and its presence caused the sea to churn with a maddening intensity; waves crashing against the rocky shoreline with a violence that seemed almost alive. The beast's tentacles were longer than any ship, stretching out from its body like long, grasping fingers. Its skin was thick and leathery, and had a strange, almost iridescent sheen to it, as if it had been formed from the depths of the dark, demonic underworld. Its body seemed to ripple with an unnatural power, and the air around it was filled with a strange, otherworldly energy. The creature opened its mouth and erupted with an unearthly roar. The sound was so powerful it caused Fe to freeze, his courage wavering in the face of such an ancient and powerful beast. The kraken's tentacles lashed out at the ship, tearing into its hull and shaking its masts in its fury. Even though he was not high enough, Fe knew that this was the moment he must act, or the crew would be doomed. With his left hand, he clutched the Dread Bite pendant and with his right hand pointed the ghost wand at the kraken, shouting the spell with every fiber of his soul. A blinding flash consumed the sky along with a thunder of 10,000 war drums. The captain’s spell was powerful, a magical force that shook the land and sea and paralyzed the beast. The ghost wand glowed brightly as Fe moved it in a circular motion, conjuring a powerful force that now caused the kraken to writhe in pain as its body was wracked with magical energy. The kraken's curse, that had kept the island submerged, began to unravel as the spell tore through its dark power. Its tentacles went slack and the maelstrom receded further, allowing the island to rise to the surface. With its last breath, the kraken released a powerful shockwave that surged through the ocean and permanently reversed the dark curse, ensuring the island was no longer prisoner to the depths of the sea. The kraken had been vanquished; its dark magic shattered and its body reduced to nothing but floating remains. And for Fe, everything went black. **The Adventurer Rises** Fe didn’t know how long he was knocked out, but from the stubble on his face he knew it had to be several days. When he came to, everything ached, but he was relatively unharmed. Around his neck was the Dread Bite and next to him was the captain, still and without breath, alongside the ghost wand and the hood and slippers Fe had taken from the chest. Looking around, he could see no traces of the beast nor that of the ship. Grief washed over Fe as he realized at once that he was alone, marooned on the island. Tears of anguish swelled inside him, but Fe blinked them away. There was sad work yet to do and the grief would still be there at its end. The captain had been a good man. As was the custom of his people, Fe prepared the body to be burned on a funeral pyre. “Odin, allow me the strength to mourn once more,” he prayed. Fe removed the demonhide gear from the captain and dressed himself in them. “If I shall find his family, I will return these,” Fe swore. “Until then, may they help me survive." Fe looked at the hood and slippers he’d salvaged and knew they were powerful totems. Rather than carry them, he thought he might gain more strength by putting them on. He took the ghost wand and could feel its power coursing through his body, it was as if he were destined to be holding it. Fe felt an ease with the magical weapon. The Dread Bite whispered in its way to him, and then he knew the spell to cast to ignite the pyre. Haunching down to pick up the captain, Fe caught glimpse of the ring and removed it. "This too will go to his family,” Fe said aloud, placing it on his finger. Did he believe that? As the smoke rose into the night sky, Fe realized just how far he was from Schlel and how slim the chances would be he would survive. But a sense of confidence began to swell inside of him, feeling the power of the magical items now in his possession. “I will survive,” Fe spoke, not to give himself words of support, but rather to affirm his fate for the earth and the moon and Odin and all the rest. For the captain. “It is my destiny to survive,” he roared at the heavens, no one else around to hear his cry. “And this wand shall evermore be known as the Maelstrom Whisper, for silencing the beast of the sea!” # Items from the Lootverse referenced in this story: Genesis Adventurer #530: Hrothfeond Evermorn an Adventurer of Power Realms (for Adventurers) #26: lel Kúbklor of the Order of Power, Schlel is a port city of this realm Realms (for Adventurers) #6382: Kezgep-Mas of the Order of the Twins, Guz-Metmas is a port city of this realm Crypts and Caverns #5409: ‘The Maelstrom,’ a legendary dungeon where the battle takes place Crypts and Caverns #7216: Grotto of the Viper, the dungeon for which the tavern is named after Realms Atlas: For names of the different bodies of water Spells* #2550: Araw’s Demonic Banishing Shard, the spell that the captain taught Fe. This is my first work of fiction that I’ve ever “published,” I appreciate the Open Quill foundation for giving me the nudge to be brave and write it. Special thanks to my good friend NPT in real life who named this adventurer and gave me the seed of the idea of who Hrothfeond Evermorn could be from which this story germinated from! And thanks to all the Loot builders that are helping this universe come to life! I also want to give a special shoutout to taxil who provided a number of eagle eye edits that made this piece sing! Seriously, taxil is one of the best editors I've had the privilege to work with! And for some of the parts that I struggled in describing, a shoutout to OpenAI's GPT-3 language engine. Header image by Midjourney.
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The Fall of Wiglaf Lumensniftypins# The Fall of Wiglaf Lumens *One should not seek adventure when misfortune is at the door. — Sannis Proverb* Dragon hunting is not an endeavor for those in polite society, but Wiglaf Lumens never adhered to the rules. Born to a wealthy family of Mum Nis who made their fortune exporting ignium, from a young age Wiglaf grew tired of the dinners and galas and the empty conversations of the elite that were the hallmark of such events. “Someday you will be the man of this house,” his father told him, often. “You’ll come to understand the importance of these conversations, how they help our family keep our station.” But Wiglaf wanted none of it. His mother, Estrid, would be forced to take him by the ear to the palace entryways, warning him to mind himself inside, or else. But as soon as she was preoccupied in conversation, Wiglaf would slip out into the night. Outside, in the crisp air drenched in sea salt, Wiglaf felt free; he cast aside his formal clothes and transformed. There, he was unencumbered from haughty society and able to use his imagination, adventuring to far off places where he would engage in sword fights, search for treasure and, best of all, battle dragons. Inevitably, Estrid would notice that Wiglaf had once again snuck out the back door, right under her nose. She’d excuse herself from a conversation about shipping tariffs or piracy through the Tides of Tears—particularly near the port city of Schlel—to go look for her son. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ When Wiglaf was 14, he and his family were among the gentry gathered at the mayor’s residence in celebration of the Feast of Tas Tis. On that moonlit night the boy soon escaped the festivities, stealing outside to climb the gnarled trees that dotted the mayor’s lawn. Hoisting himself up a branch and sitting in the nook of a great oak, Wiglaf began daydreaming of dragon-hunting adventures in the countryside; he was soon swept up in an adventure of his own making. He imagined himself journeying deep inside the desert plains of the Order, decked out in the finest studded armor, a falchion at his side, searching for a beast that had taken up roost in the hallowed Divine Den. The dragon had prevented many pilgrims from completing their journey to the crypt to honor their ancestors. Wiglaf knew that he alone could destroy the creature. During the ride, Wiglaf felt the sand striking his face, his mouth went dry from the heat. “That’s odd,” he thought, puzzled at being puzzled within his own dream, “I’ve never felt this hot in Mum Nis before.” But he was too enraptured in the fantasy to give it a second thought; the real world and the Feast of Tas Tis faded from his mind like the desert sun bleaching out the finest of hues from cloth. His body perched in the tree, Wiglaf rode on in his mind, nothing but dunes in sight. He was completely lost, unsure if he was even on the right path. The sand became denser, stinging him on his face as if he’d fallen into a patch of nettle; the sun shone hotter, like a focused ray of light burning the center of his chest. But Wiglaf refused to give up, he charged on towards the crypt—even as his steed floundered, its knees buckling. “Very well, I shall go on foot the rest of the way,” the confident boy thought. As he trudged through the dunes, an immense sandstorm swirled in front of him. The cerulean sky was scrubbed out. The small amount of light that found a path through the granules cast an eerie, earthy hue that was foreign to the boy so used to the deep blue waters and skies of his port city. Then, the chaotic sand somehow became more ordered; it stopped swirling and started to stick together in the sky. Wiglaf could make out the formation of claws and a tail, then wings and a snout. “So, this is the beast that has plagued the crypt,” he realized, with some fair amount of trepidation. The boy felt an intense pain on his chest and a shudder of fear as he looked down to find that he was once again a weaponless boy in party clothes instead of armor. Wiglaf was paralyzed with fear, unable to make his feet move to run away. With a menacing grin, the dragon approached him and, instead of breathing fire, shot a focused blast of sand at his heart that caused Wiglaf to scream in agony and black out. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ When the boy came to, he found that he was no longer comfortably sitting in the tree’s nook but splayed out below on the ground. Every fiber of his body ached, his face smarting with stings. There was nothing imaginary about the blood running down his cheek—somehow, the battle he’d waged in his mind... Around Wiglaf’s neck was a pendant he’d never seen that burned hot on his torso, but froze his hands with an intense cold that stopped his muscles from grasping it. Utterly disoriented, the boy tried standing but stumbled, unable to catch his balance. As he fell back down he saw her, his mother Estrid dead on the ground, holding a blade of Ignium and bleeding from her chest. Next to her was a dark mage, face down with blood on his back. The wand that the mage had used to enchant Wiglaf and deal the mortal blow to Estrid lay next to the evil sorcerer. Overcome with grief, Wiglaf clutched his mother, tears streaming from his face. The pendant burned with gloom, biting away all the joy that he had ever felt, as his mother took her final breath. Young Wiglaf Lumens, the would-be dragon slayer of Enlightenment, was lost in the void of darkness. He grabbed the ghostly wand and ran. ---------- # Featured Lootverse Items Genesis Adventurer #447: Wiglaf Lumens an Adventurer of Enlightenment. Realms (for Adventurers) #7330: Sannis of the Order of Power. Mum Nis is a port city of this realm, Tas Tis is a region denoted on the map that the festival was named after and ignium is an export of this realm. Realms (for Adventurers) #26: lel Kúbklor of the Order of Power. Schlel is a port city of this realm and featured in the story of Hrothfeond Evermorn. Crypts and Caverns # 3174: Divine Den of Enlightenment. This is the crypt that the dragon is guarding.
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Quyllur Mitschun|The Crawling Stone God|A unique deity which lives within the hill of Qurakukayuq. It is made up of many stones, which shift and crawl across one another. Gargantuan in size, it has an enormous mouth lined with whole rows of needle-like teeth, and shining yellow 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