Where'd you get the notion you're only human...?
You know there's a dark place that could make you something more...

Awaking from a cold sweat, a distant throbbing in the back of his brain. The headaches of Talguth's worm, slowly shaping and bending to...
To direct.
For the worm knows what it's bearer wants, they are one and the same after all...
He needs power. He needs direction. He needs strength.
And while once he sought to transform it with necromancy, that path lay closed
All that remains is his dream of the abyss
Of crushing darkness that has never known light
Of shadows so thick they flow like water
Of something else...
And cut off from Talguth, where his shadows have delved deep and far, it has sensed something, metaphysically attuned as it is...

It was odd, wasn't it, how there were so many long-dead bones around the island's shores...

Deep within the waters around Ariltor's Landing, from whence Grey had reached and drawn the bodies of the dead...

Something waits.
Calling.