[Sedna]

R'lyeh, Turn 56

It is possible that I have bitten off slightly more than I can comfortably swallow.

Arcoscephale continues to attack into my northern borders where Man still clings to life, avoiding my killer armies, and sneaking into my heartland and causing trouble. My war against Caelum generally goes well. We have made impressive gains along the eastern shore, and a battle was fought at the mighty fortress on the Isle of Locmar in which many birds armed with magic bows were vanquished, and their magic wonders fell into our hands. The ivy king who had been supporting that force lost his mind in the carnage, and that magical tree he carries now only serves as a club.

But then I had to attack Abysia too... just a few incursions into their border lands, but I'm sure they won't be forgiving. And then my master plan of taxing my people to death worked a little bit too quickly, and now my tax collectors are facing a devil of a time removing the slaves' gold teeth, and my beautiful piles of cash are vanishing (note to self: take over some lands which haven't been taxed heavily). And then Caelum launched their counter-attacks into my homeland. Ice devils amongst the forests of oak and kelp, and... in North Hengewood.

The purple. The purple.

It has come at last into this world to toy with us as a kitten idly bites wings off of flies. I had longed for, dreamed for, the day when I might first see it emerge in a shimmer of light through the void gate. And instead, I am awoken to a great disturbance and feel- see with my whole being as it flits halfway across the world, scatters defenses like chaff and destroys my beloved temple which so many slaves had died to raise unto me.

The foolish bird-folk do not, cannot know what they have brought into the world. Unleashed deep in my empire, they may think they are safe from the destructive urges. Yet as light creeps into even the dark places of the sea, so too its might will encompass and destroy the narrow confines of this earthly frame. Between it, and I, and the violence raging across the hinterlands, and the rising sea, and the storm... death comes as an end.

I am not worried. I am not overly concerned.