A being that resembles kelp in an undersea forest. It lies still in these mudde waters, strangling all who venture too close. It is a great stone being, and loaths the city of Serannian. It wants the north wind, and wears the rings of Kuranes. Its tongue is the wheel, and its fetor the fungous earth. It brought the madness of Parthian gods and senteth nightmare slaves to sow chaos and chaos' madness. These things the archers hated, and the night-gaunts shunned. But the mists from far places still bring dreams, and men whisper of fabled caves and gulfs beyond thought's reach. I know these things, and they are known to me. I am Carter, and I am the last of my people." Then out of the depths on...