A common description of that distinctive ink that floods the landscape of Ix is that it is ink of such depths of black, which has been likened to squid ink, amongst the swirling tinges of pearlescent green hues.

Whilst the viscosity of it will depend on its function; seeming to take to whatever function it is to be used for.

From the traditional inviscid fluids of writing inks; to the viscous slime like consistency for to give such creatures shape. Turning as solid to be indistinguishable from the firmness of flesh.

There are times, such as the casting of magicks using the inks, where it will burn with a volatile luminous and foreign green.

Though occasionally there seems to be other times where the waters of Ix will have great streaks of this brightness rush through it or meander through the ink.

A note to anyone enticed by the volumes of ink that sprawl the known lengths of this realm; Should you wish to take this as cautionary tale, is not to be determined by anyone else, for what will be written next is not clearly understood:

The liquid itself appears to have a certain life to it, a wanting of sorts shimmer within the pool's reflections. Everyone here has felt that pull; It could be so easy to let it embrace you, for your entirety to sate its wanting, and for some - that compulsion is all too convincing.

Even writings, images, and to some - even the raw form of these creatures can propose the same request of submersion. Driving some to write scripts upon themselves in their daze, or to fulfil the same proposition the depths of the oceans had offered. Even more so peculiar is that now and again the creatures of Ix take an interest in certain individuals, inducting them in a barely understood ceremony.