[Sedna]

Turn 27, R'lyeh

The hammer falls...

After eating all the tender bits off the casualties, I was dozing behind a giant rock when I chanced to hear two of my generals:

"So, didn't we offer the Atlantians friendship?"

"Indeed we did. Just Last night we were working on plans to attack the coastal provinces in these parts, and then He showed up."

"Oh, did he give any reason for the change in plans?"

"None at all. He just ate the bodyguards, waved his tentacle 'round the conference room and then spoke into our heads, saying, 'South. Ugh'."

"Huh, I hear he fancies himself a poet, or at least a writer of some repute."

"Yeah, I'd heard that too, but in the flesh he's not very loquacious."

"Ah.... I can't believe what we've started here today. Granted, the Atlantians are weak, but what if they have friends?"

"I know, I know; it keeps me up at night. We have a huge long border with Abysia, Ermor is always capable of attacking our underwater provinces, and there are a number of other empires who could cause us a world of trouble, but did old tentacle face contact any of our neighbors about this attack? Even ask them what they would feel about turning the entire Atlantian race into fish sauce?"

"I take it, from your rhetoric, that the answer is no."

"It's his new magical items, that's what it is. He feels all powerful just because he has stuff to strap on prior to battle."

"I knew it was a bad idea to let the spawns back in the lab make that stuff for him. Overnight he's gone from a useful asset, quickly expanding our empire on land, to a liability, dragging us into this foolishly under-prepared war."

"There are others who feel the same way as us. Remember when he ordered that nutso Mr. Flibbles to attack that basically undefended Man province? And then acted all put-upon afterwards? Well, I was talking with X... (squelch)"

I know, I know I should have listened just a little bit more to discover the names of these other traitors, but talking about Mr. Flibbles that way just made me so angry. Mmmm... and their brains were tasty. That's what comes of thinkin' so much an' plottin' agin me���ya get et.