Into the Depths: Investigating the Shimmering Shore Tunnels (Group 4)

"Don't taste like it either," Wake spat, trying desperately to clear his mouth of the foul taste. Reaching for his flask and taking yet another long sip, the laudanum pulling double duty as he tried to taste literally anything else. He'd take the bitter flavor over this garbage. It's only a breath before the beast erupts before him.

Wake goes stiff. Entirely rigid, heart pounding in his chest. The fucker wiggling around in the ceiling, trying to get a fix on where any of the wolves before it were. Wake lifts a rock from the floor, sends it hurtling toward the single, seemingly sightless eye. Hackles up, making himself look as large as possible. Though he's not the most intimidating picture, he's ready. He's so ready.

WAKE UP