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R'yeh (turn 46)
The Acropolis in Ermor

Gazul’s appearance and features were hidden behind a deep, unnatural darkness around his robes – the only sign of his otherworldly origins was the trail of slime that he left in his path as he floated down the cobbled path leading to the Acropolis, the heart of the decaying Empire of Ermor. It had been a thousand years since the hooded emissary of R’lyeh had visited the Acropolis. The ancient being’s last visit had been amidst blooming oaks, dancing minstrels, and valiant gladiators dueling in front of roaring crowds. Now the capital was shrouded in gloom, windows shuttered, streets deep in rubbish and bones.

Gazul floated through the decay and into the dark halls of the Acropolis. There he pronounced the will of his master, hissing:

"Too long have the children of the stars endured your unholy presence. The peace we once forged with Ermor was with the living, not the dead. Death is entropy and the end of intelligence and insanity, which we cannot abide. We give notice that the ancient treaties will be terminated according to their terms."

Horrifying wails of rage from the depths of the swirling shadows, as giant skeletal hands reached forth to crush the emissary, only to find Gazul had vanished leaving behind a leather bag. A frail theurg scuttled out from the shadows, opening the sack to find the rotting head of the sea troll who had delivered the message of peace to R'lyeh, so many years ago, eyes still open - frozen in insane terror.
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