|TH, Valley of the Great Ones|
|The wailing writher stands here, guarding his god.|
|This Avatar of Nyarlathotep manifests itself as a towering, swirling|
black mass of dripping, squirming tendrils and drooling, shrieking mouths.
Millions of rope like tendrils constantly wiggle and squirm, giving the
wailing writher the appearance of a great column of black worms.
The wailing writher is in an excellent condition.
|by Helxen , 09.01.2002 14:53 MSK|