msem-instigator

“The dust bears down like a million desiccated tears. Salt rending skin, bitter as regret. The life we could have lived together, Dulzi, it's lost, lost, lo”
—Diary fragment found in the Muktann

“You shall be as I envision it.”
—Percy, Master of Puppets

The stench of rotted flesh and refuse make for a potent combination.

“And now whoever, whatever, is left wanders. They don't remember where they belong. They don't even remember if they're alive. But they don't remember the pain, either.”
—Mei Liva, to Karina and Flynn

The captain's captivating account of his late night rendezvous was rather ill-timed.

Sometimes you just have to live a little.

Those typically barred from formal study formed their own defiant societies.

“Villages live and die on how many of these cow monsters they can maintain. They're work animals, they're fighters, they're sentinels, they're bait, and, when they're not good for anything else, they're food.”
—Karina Oblay, field notes

To the Daelish knights she killed, she was a monster. To the Cauldish captains who gave the order, she was a hero.

Every plot needs spies on the other side. People hungry enough for power to throw loyalty to the wind and turn on their old masters.

“Don't let the size fool you, they're capable of a lot of damage,” the professor said. “What do you mean by ‘fool',” Karina asked, “that bug's as big as my head!” The professor was taken aback, “Is that not normal?”

These mysterious invaders from the foreign world above had no idea of the horrors they'd awoken by delving into Cuxuri.

Those who think they are outside of the cave spider's reach often meet a swift and brutal end.