By now they've come into a deeper, broader cavern's tunnels, and the walls here are stranger by far. This new and degenerate work is coarse, bold, and wholly lacking in delicacy of detail. It's countersunk with exaggerated depth in bands following the same general line as the sparse cartouches of the earlier sections, but the height of the reliefs doesn't reach the level of the general surface.
"Someone's been here," says Danforth quietly. "Someone's carved this over whatever was here originally. So long ago that we can't even dream of it, but... this is a second wave of work, I think."
"Look at it," Dyer agrees. "It looks like a, a parody, almost... this is a successor-wave. Something strange. Something alien, for all that it looks like the Old Ones' art in form."
Ray is murmuring something to himself too quietly for anyone else to hear. Mumble is the only one with a prayer of understanding it; he's murmuring about sparks and power transmission and feeling the hum at the core. The only thing that stops him, as the alien stench of earlier grows ever stronger, is the sight up ahead of four great barrel-shaped forms, hideously twisted and hellishly torn.
The instant he realizes that he's looking at the mangled bodies of murdered Elder Things Ray claps a hand over Mumble's eyes. "You don't need to see this, kiddo."
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Date: 2007-11-03 11:59 pm (UTC)"Someone's been here," says Danforth quietly. "Someone's carved this over whatever was here originally. So long ago that we can't even dream of it, but... this is a second wave of work, I think."
"Look at it," Dyer agrees. "It looks like a, a parody, almost... this is a successor-wave. Something strange. Something alien, for all that it looks like the Old Ones' art in form."
Ray is murmuring something to himself too quietly for anyone else to hear. Mumble is the only one with a prayer of understanding it; he's murmuring about sparks and power transmission and feeling the hum at the core. The only thing that stops him, as the alien stench of earlier grows ever stronger, is the sight up ahead of four great barrel-shaped forms, hideously twisted and hellishly torn.
The instant he realizes that he's looking at the mangled bodies of murdered Elder Things Ray claps a hand over Mumble's eyes. "You don't need to see this, kiddo."