Rhok'zan: NSOLENT HUMAN, YOU DARE CALL UPON RHOK'ZAN, THE ALL-MOTHER OF THE BLACK WOODS?

(The form of The Black Goat of the Woods assails my senses. The birthplace of life, and final resting place of death -- the maker and unmaker, in all her undulating horror. A vile saline ooze seeps from the pores of my clenched fists as I'm overcome by an otherworldly nausea beyond reckoning.)

Rhok'zan: I HAVE TOLERATED MORTAL STENCH UPON MY SOIL LONG ENOUGH. TODAY IS THE END OF EMPTY THREATS. ALL THAT YOU ARE -- ALL YOU EVER HAVE BEEN -- SHALL NOW BECOME MERE FERTILIZER FOR MY BLACK WOODS.

(The blood trapped within my distended veins quickens, surging agitatedly beneath the flesh of my cheeks.)

Rhok'zan: YOUR LIFEBLOOD SHALL SOAK THE EARTH, NURTURING MY YOUNG AS THEY SPRING FORTH FROM THE WICKED SOIL TO FEED UPON YOUR EVER-SUFFERING REMAINS FOR ALL OF TIME. AT MY HANDS, YOU WILL DIE AGAIN, AND AGAIN, AND AGAIN.

Rhok'zan: Why are you blushing.

You: g-girl... pretty!

Rhok'zan: OH. MY GOD. (she becomes her benign state) I thought I was driving you insane!! All that sweating, and hyperventilating-- you looked like you were going to throw up! (ahem) -FOOLISH MORTAL, YOUR IMPUDENCE HAS MADE ME VERY, VEEERRY-- (she is back in her non-benign state but not for long)

Rhok'zan: Oh, forget it. What is it this time? Torture, again? Or did you catch your cultmate with someone else, and now you want me to pretend to be your mommy to comfort you? (she is back in her benign state)