Ravik's Godhater Vision

The Godhater
The creature watches in silence as BugSaw approaches and Ravik makes the change. Its three eyes turn to the Disciple one at a time, as if delayed, and he feels another intrusion into his psyche. A feeling of repulse before the image of Walleh standing before the creature repeats, the druid now kneeling.

Reality returns as the corpse is dropped in the shallow pool, and five tentacles move in with scary dexterity. The creature rumbles like a gigantic purring cat as it first grabs an arm, lifting Walleh like a doll, before grabbing the second, and each leg. The druid is kept in an X shape, chest turned to the group, as the last tentacle wraps itself around the strange, jutting crystal, and pops it out. In the vision, it formed a neat cavity, roughly dome-shaped eating into flesh. Reality is more disturbing. Like a network of roots, the malachite has grown in, tubes made of spheres, each one's center placed just at the other's surface. It's like removing tens of fishhooks with no regard for the creature's integrity. You see what could have once been lungs, a heart, and a ribcage, all warped to accommodate their newest neighbor, and the malachite roots all shatter a moment after they leave the body, turned to dust that flutters to the water below.

The mass falls to the water with a loud splash, and without wait, the creature pulls Walleh onto its tongue, closing its maw like one might a chest.

Though the bargain is done, the creature remains, watching.

Ravik:
Surprise suffuses Ravik. His question had been one of improvisation and the answer is ... unexpected. Kneeling in the shallow water he looks up at the creature. There is more he wants to know. Needs to know. Two things. One at a time.

He closes his eyes and envisions the ruby dragon in its thin, elegant glory, floating in the sky, large and as otherworldly as the creature itself. Then he envisions Katya, in the humanoid form like a Silkmoth. Kelemvor as a young woman, in a long dark cloak. Every god he can picture in his head he adds to the otherworldly display in his mind. And then he adds the creature. Questioning. Are you a god?

The Godhater
The creature stares down at Ravik lifting a tentacle. It carefully moves closer to him, and touches his forehead.

The hammer becomes a bomb, shattering its way through the barrier that separates minds. The rotation of divinity repeats itself, each pictured god matching the posture and state of Walleh's decapitated corpse. Midrán's horns lie on the ground, filed away. Sardior is tied to the ground like a rabid dog. Tiamat's heads are tied together like rope.

Images of burnt land, ruins, bloodshed, deep caverns, lightless oceans, festering insects and growing lichen flash repeatedly again and again and again. You were betrayed. You were abandoned, left alone and cold. Your family does not care for you, your brother always wanted what was yours. The way this replaces your vision and self is disorienting, and it's only when you feel warmth flowing down your mouth that you wake back up to a nosebleed.

The god-hater slowly sinks into the fog, seemingly satisfied with the scene.

BugSaw touches the coat, and feels a soft warmth emanating through it. It feels like touching skin.