A meeting for current and potential Children of Rot and their allies, and any interested parties.

Since Hera's visit, Dragon had mulled over a few things. Ideas had bubbled through his mind and away like the gas that rose through the waters of the swamp; a few had flared more brightly, but like the swamp-gas wisps, had been nothing more than ill-conceived and misleading. The ongoing situation with the Masters, with Vargas, with the snow pluming out of a new cave--with dark promises and whispered threats from the direction of Tunnel P... and from Hydra. The Merchant. The Trials. The danger.

Day by day the scarred alligator had gone about his daily routine--which, granted, didn't amount to much--with the whole situation weighing on his mind. He thought he had a solution, now. A safeguard, at the very least. But he'd need to call on the Children of Rot to make it happen.

The offering pile was where they generally met, and so Dragon went there now: sometimes dragging his lame leg over the mud, sometimes swimming, slipping silent, through the darker water channels that led there. And once he'd arrived, he turned, and faced the black woods.

"CHILDREN OF ROT," he boomed--and boy, had it been awhile--"COME TO THE PILE, IF YOU ARE HERE."

Tagging all known members; join if you feel like it-

@Aithaxas @Eve @Ghanyarah (sorry-) @Layla @Merrow (Tal'at) @Nox @Phlegethon @Septiezal @Serek @Sizzle @Zyros

Hera was there, still. In the area, lingering, near a bright bauble from an old member called Eve. A glowing rock dangling from a branch, which made an excellent nightlight! But Dragon's call ricocheted throughout Cetus, thunderous for something so flat, and her wings snapped open to carry her towards him. She landed nearby, immediately trying to spawn in one of her own lights and failing. Her wings pulled in tight as she called out a wary "Heyyyy Dragon!" and tried to make herself smaller. It was less scary with him nearby, but she still felt the prickling nerves at the back of her neck silently urging her to look behind her. To check.

Large things had been taken by the darkness before, and some dark part of her whispered it might let you go if he goes instead. She beat that away with an imaginary broom. Dragon was her friend, and he was awesome! She-- she couldn't let him be taken by the Darkness. (Could she?)

Sniffles didn't quite know what was going on, but when they heard that a meeting was happening... Well they approached it, slithering idly to the small group that had built up so far. The goop that came from their pits emitted a nasty smell, but there was nothing sniffles could do about it - at all, really. The others would just have to deal with the smell. There was no way the hybrid was leaving anyway!

Sniffles hadn't really... Spoken. With any of the Children Of Rot members, other than that one time that they spoke to their parent. The snake didn't entirely mind, multiple sets of red eyes blinking in different times each to keep watch of the place. The only things there to watch were the other gembounds, and the mist that always was all over the swamp.

" Am here!" Sniffles called out, their lack of knowledge on words not really damaging what they had to say.