[cthulhu]

Soon the might and wisdom of Ashdod will be but a memory. The world may plunge into an everlasting darkness - not the meager sort of darkness that is so easily banished by the sun or by a dispelling ritual, but the darkness that is the utter lack of enlightenment. The Throne Of Heaven, rightfully ours, shall bear the unholy weight of a false god.

And yet, there is still a small spark of hope - though we will fall soon, some small measure of our ideals may carry on. The world may yet remember that righteousness can only derive from Truth, and Truth can only be found through enlightened wisdom, and enlightened wisdom can only be achieved by devouring the brains of sentient beings.

Looking upon the world, the only other nation we find to share any of our ideals is R'leyh (where I wait, dreaming). Thus we have sent on a small package containing our most valuable liquid assets there, at least those not needed in our final few months. We hope that the nation of R'leyh benefits thereby, and goes on to bring some measure of grace from beyond the stars to the Throne of Heaven.