A land of flesh, the land gives off it's own heat and no sun rises, light comes from odd flesh bulbs that fly over the land, they feed on gases that rises from the planet and are very much alive, a large spinal cord makes up the largest mountain range, smaller spiked bone formations form others. All the capitals are large flesh columns filled with holes that random assortments of mutants live in, white anti- body like creatures patrol about guarding the realms internal organs.

The Mentians have become very adapt in shaping flesh of newborns and changing their bodies. Anti- bodies are mindless drones that work as part of the planet to protect its internal organs

Taramore shambles about in a coffin of flesh and bursts free and looks up at the Bio lights floating in the sky and looks around for a collective of mutants not quite a spire full of them but enough to form a decent troop of guards and followers.

The bio-lights lit the ground around him subtly, illuminating Taramore in their softest light. There was a bone spire ahead of him, which seemed to hold a population of the Mentians; would he care to investigate?

Taramore decides he has little better to do and advances toward the spire to get a good idea of how many creatures where in this area and prehaps any current events.

Maybe a hundred of his people lived in the tall tower made of bone. They peered out from their habitat, a little fearful of their Lord. As Taramore reaches the spire a Mentian shifts out to meet him.

"Lord.. Lord. You have come.."

"It would appear that is the case wouldn't it.. tell me loyal one.. how is our mother land and it's people.. has anything odd or strange happened to it in my.. absence.?"

"Nothing.. Lord.. nothing, save the presence of the Creature That Shines, Lord, but that is considered more a myth than.."

He trailed off.

"Do not be afraid to speak of rumors and Myth, they tend to hold truth and fact more than most would give them credit, speak this creature that shines myth. If it is causing issues in our home land it needs to be dealt with at once, wouldn't you agree..?" Taramore circle's the creature as he talks slowly moving in odd patterns speaking in a level tone the whole time trying to read it's body language for fear or lies during this conversation.

"It is worshiped by some, Lord, as a creature that can answer any question.. they say it holds temple in the Valleys of Red to the far north, but it is a dangerous place.. it is considered important for each of its followers to get to the Valley at least once in their time."

"It answer's the people's questions..? Why would it do this, we are a people of impulse and instinct... to question our place is... a waste of energy. I will seek out this creature in the Valley's of Red at it's temple, I advise you stick to the true path of our kin and stay loyal to I... I am this lands guard and king.. born from it's veins and as much a part of it as the Spire you live in..." Taramore attempts to sence the Valley of Red and the temple of the One who glows and begins to change him self into a cat like bone structure so he is fast in movment and can reach it quickly.

Taramore travels far, for a day and a half, until he reaches a valley filled with red, throbbing stone. At the bottom of the valley a small encampment had formed, he saw - he would reach more answers there.

Taramore makes him self to have a leathery under arm that links to his legs so he can float down slowly like a red leaf, blood raining as he floats toward the encampment.

The encampment smells of his people and burning. Fires burn fleshy wood, filling the place with the smell of charred pork. There are easily a hundred here, many surviving under the open stars or within tents made of skin.

Taramore lands and returns to his base form and hails the nearest person. "What has happened here?"

"This is the site where the first sighting of the Silver of Truth was found," said one of his people, not looking towards him. "It is a great religious place. Sacred. How could you not.."

He looked.

"L-Lord!"

"This place is not sacred, no part of our home land is diffrent from the rest, we all function as part of a greater whole, this Silver of Truth spins Heresy among you, tell me where it is so I may teach it to hold it's tounge."

The man shrugged, obviously unimpressed by his Lord.

"The Silver Truth speaks only to those who deserve its wisdom," he said, and that was all.

Taramore places his hand on the back of the creatures head gently and pets it. "I think I am worth it's time considering that I am the lord of this realm and it is not." Taramore keeps his hand on the back of the things he in a gentle manner, but does not let go or intend to let the hand be removed.

"Forgive me, Lord," said the being. "But this thing - this wondrous thing! You have not heard it. It is truly.. something else.."