Destroyed

The open table spelljammer game in the gay beholder server continues. Again hmu is that is something you’d be interested in!
Mistah returned, playing Greasy Gary the wizard.
Goodbye to a Shoe returned as Dwari/Narder/Ames
Jay_Zer0 showed for the first time as Claudian Brother the Elf

With Azrak gored by the tongue beasts, and Whelp’s wall unyielding, those trapped on the other side chose to delve deeper into the asteroid.
Passing the bridge the group wandered upon the skeletal lower half of a humanoid or a size matching the goblin they had found earlier. The bones were pockmarked with holes.
Beyond that was a hallway leading to a staircase into a drop shaft. Narder used a ten foot pole to try and see if he could knock anything loose or feel anything. As he did he felt the familiar, but unnatural, feeling of the object you are holding switching gravity planes.
Being brake he took the step down into the drop shaft, his stomach churching as he walked down the wall and through another turn of gravity.
Claudian (not wanting to be outdone) did an effortless summersault over the gravity plane while following.
Walking on the underside of what they originally walked through, the quintet found themselves in a room with rows and rows of white stone masks upon the wall. A brazen basin upon a stone plinth fed a pipe into the wall. Inside the basin a black residue was all that was left around the exit hole.
Greasy Gary rubbed a bit off with his finger, and gave it a lick; it was bitter and oily. He loved it and licked the whole thing clean like a dog. 
Pressing forward the five found a circular basin full of pitch black liquid. The inquisitive Gary spent no second hesitating and tried to slurp it down. Almost as soon as he had taken his first gulp the entire pool began to writhe, and the small bits in his stomach writhed in unison. He hardly managed to keep it down.
The others looked around and noticed an opening 20 feet above the surface of the pool leading.
Claudian sent his falcon up to explore the alcove and was met with a screech and nothing.
Something was up there.
Nearing the edge they saw it, a figure in blue robes, decapitated in the same way that the creature on the bridge was but in the place of a single engorged tongue, a set of five tongues grew from the esophageal hole, each one broken up into smaller fernlike tongues, and adorned with a human eyeball at the end. In its hands was grasped a blood soaked zweihänder. The falcon was nowhere to be seen.
Nader, Greasy Gary, and Claudian unleashed a volley of sling stones, raven shit, and an arrow respectively. All hiring their mark but the creature seemed undeterred.
Its tongues writhed as a cloud of black gas, it flew like a bolt towards Nader and as it embraced him it shimmered like a thousand stars as he was turned to dust. A thundering sound echoed from behind.
A great form, with a bifocated tongue emerges from the shadowy upper level, leaping over the pool and just barely onto the edge. 
Acting fast Dwari and Ames swung at the hypertrophic abomination but its thickened flesh was unyielding.
Greasy Gary unleashed a stream of thick sleep infused arcane grease towards the two fiends, but they shrugged it off. Taking the opportunity while the titan was distracted Claudian lunged with his longsword towards the heart of the thing. 
However, it was prepared. Without missing a beat with one arm it grabbed his right arm, and the other his left. His screams echoed through the asteroid for only a second before he was torn in two. The beast spared no time before throwing the Ian side of Claudian at Gary. It whizzed past as it slammed against the wall.
Dwari and Ames fled, as Gary tried one last time to unleash his tranquilizing grease but he was too late, in a flirty of fists he was reduced to grease himself.
The two survivors ran as fast as they could and as they banged on the magical wall summoned by whelp the managed just barely to flee.

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