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[Turhan]

“ bone to rune ”

The horned beast found the darkest, wettest, deepest caves in search of a rare fungus form.  The storms that were passing through Terrastella were his first sign that Psilocybes might be popping up once the third humid day continued after the heavy rain.  The caves were his only bet in finding them, all of them, and using them for rituals where connecting with Vespera required a potent dose of the blue caps - enough to make him plateau on the crazy train for days and days.  Turhan was single-minded as he entered into Abigo caves without much of an exit plan, in his senility, it became more and more of a frequent thing - these rash decision makings which oft times lead to trouble for the old man.


Following his nose, he wended through the caverns in 'S' and 'O' shaped loops and always ended up in the same place several times over before making a fateful right-hand turn down a long and lonesome path which had no light source at the end of the tunnel.  Sight was no virtue for the Elder, it hadn't been for over a decade, so navigating the deep tunnel in pitch dark was no issue of his.  Bells jingled and tinkled, too soon his deep brown coat disappeared into a voidless type of black, even though there was no light at the end of this tunnel .. 


There were Blue Caps .. 


Collecting all of the Psilocybe was quick compared to the time it took to get to them.  Only then did Turhan stop to think about the tight circle his stiff, rigid body would have to make to turn back around, to remember all the stalagmites he ducked and slinked around.  Unafraid and absurdly confident about his situation not being as bad as it truly was, he began his way back.  A secret door had rotted and fallen away from its bearings - of course he side-stepped through it thinking it was the right way.  He praised Vespera out loud, chuckled warmly (the echo of it made it sound more deep and ominous than it was), and moved through the passage where warmth off the common pathway pushed through just on the other side of it.


Unexpectedly, a low vine hooked him by his horns and pulled his neck back as the mask was braided into place with his hair through the drilled holes.   "ACH!"  It was an awful noise that he made as the mask came off his face and flipped back.  Blind white eyes bulged against a dark mahogany strip of unpainted flesh.  The rest of his face was covered in paint chips and clods of bone dust that had yet to wash out completely.  The wild hair flailed as he struggled on the vine as if his mane were made of wild snakes.  The bells jingled loudly, the beads and bones rattled like snakes in the grass.  Turhan reared up but slashed down quickly at the low ceiling, wheeled out of panic, and squealed like a demon in the dimly lit thoroughfare as the secret passage held him by the horns. 

T U R H A N
skull to dust

@Bexley  I suppose the scenario is he just quite suddenly comes out of a false wall, thrashing ... shrieking ... just ugly and old.   Eventually he yells for help ..  this is why drugs are bad.