[Sedna]

Turn 26, R'lyeh

I open my mind and see...

High in ice-covered mountains a ragged band waits in the night, guarding the pass. In the first attack, a month ago, their line was shattered by the charge of nightmares, but most of those skeletons were splintered in turn. Now the crossbowmen check their firing mechanisms, the militias keep a wary distance from the hybrid soldiers, and the lone meteorite guard— limp, and with only one good eye left, licks pitifully at his wounds and wishes he had never left the waves.

In that strange otherplace that is the Void I see Cthugul. Abandoned by his bodyguard, which had been given the wrong orders, and bereft of the astral pearls necessary to whisk him home (thanks to over-zealous pearl collection orders), he prepares to face down a Dweller. His protection spells are powerful...

In the sound, tritons wander like wraiths. The seasonal schools of fish failed to arrive. The seaweed crops have mysteriously turned rancid. The dead float everywhere.

The Dweller paralyzes, Cthugul burns its mind and advances. For long hours they struggle in the swirling madness, as Cthugul advances, step by painfully slow step. At Last he reaches the dread being and reaches out to drain its life-force for his own.

The amazons attack in the deepest part of the night, their dark clothes allowing them to sneak within a hundred paces of the flickering campfires before they are seen. With ear-rending shrieks they throw themselves against the militiamen and slice through them in a wall of little red splotches. The hybrids run at the sight and are cut down as they stumble on their robes. The crossbows keep up a steady fire, and, just when the meteorite guard, one claw pathetically dragging his lacerated body to cover, is about to be butchered, a volley of bolts scares the amazons away.

I look into the future of this troubled sphere...

The meteorite guard will die next month at the caves, as he alone provides the crossbowmen with cover from a horde of barbarians. Their great swords will leave no piece of him large enough to be worth eating.