Gha! Squirmies, you're nemesis appeareas (again!)

The Lich lowers it's head, It's hood covering the flames of its sockets. Those horns curving from its cowl the only thing visible of its head.

You sink slowly deeper into the water, wondering if it'll really let you go, but finding its reaction promising. For a moment you're struck with amazement at the interaction you'd just had. Never in your life had you thought you would hold a conversation with such an elementally evil aligned creature such as the horned Lich.

It was both everything you'd feared it would be and not quite so bad, either. It was clear that it could be reasoned with and now that you thought about it, its motivation to wipe out your home city seemed to be more misguided than connected with an extension need for suffering and ****.

It's said it thrived on... emotion, hadn't it?

You're thought's are abruptly cut short when you feel something tickle your dorsal fin. You jerk forward in surprise. and abruptly feel your tail fin, enveloped in a squirming mass of...

Squirmies! You realise in horse. You feel some squirm around your blow whole and with alarm you expelled water and air from it. Propelling yourself forward.

Taking a breath you dive under the water and glue you're gill slit's shut as you dive into the water.

Seeing the Squirming mass, the light from above listing on it's heaving body, you are struck again by horror.

With the squirmies at your back you swim towards the raft hoping to find a place to dive. But as you rush for the area, it is close off, you turn, and aim for another spot. But it too is covered.

You turn again, glancing around and with horror you realise you are surrounded, slowly closed in by all sides, you rise to the surface thinking that if you managed to stay afloat, with your gills and ears and noes above bater might somehow survive you're ordeal.

When you break the surface you realise the raft is just beside you.

Your eyes meet the eerie flames in the Lich's eye sockets.

You glance back into the water being the heaving mass below, is closer to the surface now. You edge closer to the raft. It had been civil so far hadn't it? Would it mind if you borrowed it's raft for a bit?

"Come, seek shelter by my side."

You rest your hand hesitantly on he wood, eying the undead warily. It does nothing, completely unmoving where it sits in the centre of the raft.

You feel a squirms mass tickle the edge of you tail, should you take the risk? The Lich hadn't taken any undue actions towards you yet. Well except for you're first encounter and it's psychic harassment and perhaps unintentional molesting.

You had gotten the impression it didn't quite grasp what was socially acceptable and appropriate behaviour. But you thought it had also shown a willingness to learn, given that it had tried to refrained from using that psychic resonance after you asked it to stop.

But doubt still remains inside of you. Perhaps this was all a ploy. Stories were told of the cunning Liches and how they would stoop to deceit to get their way.