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"You will have our...my...aid if you require it. The little creature has fast fingers and can at least bear whatever weight its small frame allows." The Wage's host moves to assist, nothing better to do at the moment.

"Agreed, Deep Dweller. Perhaps that plan could extend to releasing us?"

"Hssss. This was not called for, arachnid thing. Release us! We need bodies. The Blooming One has yet to be able to move." Xul'nicaoth assumes full control instead of its preferred backseat piloting.

"You, fatty! Guard the entrance to the cavern so we're...protected." The Madman's Wage influences her speech, but little gives away his possession other than a yellowish glint in her already yellow goblinoid eyes. A perfect start. "And you!" She points at the biggest, most healthy looking...

"Perhaps we should cast the others into the pool! Yes, drowning is good." Xul'nicaoth giggles to itself inside its own separate mind. Souls for the Door. This is the way.

"These weakling slime are pathetic servants, aren't they? Yes, we know we deserve more. We're worth it. We should leave them here...better they don't disgrace us any longer. Our hat is so much better than theirs. Oh look! A crown of flowers! Yes...yes...we could put it on our favorite tribe...

The Coin begins to mentally seek out the nearby...goblins? It shifts to a form of solid gold, all the better to catch their eye with what little light remains. "Come, fellow Unmoving Ones. Let us each take a form that might let us move at last," the Madman's Wage says in a psychic utterance to...

The Horror within the coin observes the amulet gleefully. "It has a sibling already! More treasures to join the hoard! Wait...no...this one talks. It wants silent family. Too many voices will confuse from the Hunger. It doesn't hold a grudge...baubles for the Euclidean things is a good tactic...

What is this? Jaws, no manicured bejeweled hands? It must be patient. It can't expect to be picked up by a merchant straightaway. "It is grateful. It can only roll as a coin here and there. The rules of this world are so strange. It can't roll between the spaces any longer. It must be moved, or...

Waiting...waiting. So much waiting. Long spiraled depths. None of the Old Ones to watch us now. We are free. We? No...no hoard. We are me. Me is...only a coin still. I am...not in the Black Place? I am...falling? No. Sinking! Water! Lots of deep dark in the solid worlds. Water, yes. Pick...