[Sedna]

R'lyeh, Turn 40

Tonight, is our night. For too long have been held captive, dreaming in the city under the waves. The minds of men are ours to consume. It is our birthright, our calling, our long-held sacred duty. Tonight, we begin. Tonight, is our night.

It will be tough going. Arrows will pierce your flesh, and a cruel, unfriendly sky will hurl down death upon you. Yet, through the storm, through the tempest of arrows, you will pass, slipping between the place they know and the place they will never comprehend and rending their minds in turn. On the beaches of Westwatch and Anodyr, under the cliffs of Shalen, and in the fetid fens of Draggonsbladder, many brave beings will become martyrs, many brave beings will journey tomorrow on different, far stranger waves. Yet the dead will serve to rededicate us, to reaffirm our holy goal.

And what is our goal? What called us to this place, long ago, from across the great void? Conquest! Dominion! Godhood! For too long we have been fettered by the weak-minded, and ruled as much by our slaves and we ruled them. Tonight that changes. The ichor of Illithid on the sands of Man shall be a sign, seen from heaven itself. Tonight is our night, and heaven shall tremble in fear. Tonight is our night, and stained sands will bear witness of our deeds here till the rivers change courses and the mountains are moved. Tonight is our night! Let the summer vale burn, and its fire be a warning to the rest of the world: tonight is our night!

This is the Word of X.