Brother Brodd:
When they get him to the side, Brodd reaches in and pulls his head out of the goop and checks him for life.
Harald coughs and sputters as Brodd and Amalrik pull the bard over the rim of the tank.
As they do so, a shape rises from the inky depths.
First you see a skull the size of a cow's or horse's just above the level of the liquid, but it's shaped more like a deep sea creature's head with rows of curved daggers for teeth. As its tubular body rises up to 10 feet in the air, and the rivulets of oily muck roll off its clear scales, revealing its endless rows of ribs and pulsing organs within.
It flails its small fins as it balances, pointing its maw at the intruders. One can't say it
stares because there's nothing resembling eyes in its empty sockets, but it does whip its catfish-like feelers about wildly, sparking blue arcs of electricity!
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