[Sedna]

R'lyeh, Turn 47

Well, gosh, if that wasn't the oddest thing. I've eaten a lot of things in my time, some of them strange enough they would blow your mind, but I've never tasted Death before. He was a nice enough chap. Kind of ticklish and brackish.

Tricked out with a new shiny magic toy or two, I was close enough to Xlikloth to smell him. Then the memory becomes somewhat disjointed: I know I ran into some two-bit general with a horde of undead under his command. Undead indeed, what is it the empire of R'lyeh coming to? Although, I guess I should drop that bias now. Blah blah blah, chitty-chat, and then suddenly there were Manish mages everywhere and giant flaming snakes. They hit me with spells and froze me in place, and I stood helpless as they cut my divine flesh. I tasted my whole life before my tentacle: cup of brains, cup of brains, almost got shagged, cup of brains...

And then I was dead, and then the prayers of my faithless slaves pulled me back to the mortal coil. I am relieved to discover I lost only a few months. Being dead gives one a certain intaste into the universe. And while I wouldn't say there is immediate cause for panic, let's just say that I won't be investing in any bonds with a time to maturity of more than about a year. I see that old Nothy-boy is no longer verber of nouns, and Vanheim is looking a little green behind the ole gill-slits.

So now I'm in a difficult position. Caelum, to the south, has grown extremely strong, and Man, despite having mostly triumphed over Vanheim, has been sorely hurt by Machaka and the cursed rebels. I would love to turn my army south, but to do that I would have to reclaim it from the upstart. And, much as I hate to admit it, I'm not really in any shape to go anywhere. I mean, it's only a chest wound. The limp? I've had worse. Look, your whole arm's off! No it isn't. But that pesky Never Healing Wound. It's not so much the physical pain, but the mental trauma of such an injury. Never Healing. It sounds so final, doesn't it?

Anyhow, it's been a long time since I've been this close to the Void. And Cthugul's here and is rather chatty, and really, I'm just not feeling that well-disposed toward Man to want to go teleporting all the way across the world to reign in some trouble-maker who believes all surface dwellers are part of some vast air-breathing conspiracy. I'll just sit here and watch my enemies kill each other for a while. In fact, maybe I'll take up knitting. I hear you can do some interesting and amazing things with alpaca.