[Otherling]

Long have our seers walked the desolation of the coast, seeking signs of what is to come. And at long last, we have received an answer. A great black walrus was seen in the pools before the great temple, and it bellowed three times at the rising of the moon. The face of the glacier At'Heth Taratuk fell into the ocean, revealing the bones of a mighty beast. At the fourth white gate, the tide flowed three times without ebbing, leaving the trees broken under a weight of ice. The signs are clear, and we send our messengers now to share them with the world.

The terrible power that lies dead yet dreaming below the Coast of Ice and Bones is awakening once more. Arkael the herald has already come to prepare the path, and our armies have gone forth in her name. Now, all must be made ready. We must bring back to the coast new sources of magic, new bones to burn upon the altars.

The empire must expand.

For a long time, we have lived at peace with the strange creatures of Patala. Odd things, they cannot even survive more than a moment below the waters of the coast. Now the illithids of R'Lyeh call upon us to unite with them and so conquer these 'monkeys'. Against all the powers of the deeps, these furred things could not long stand. The starspawn urge us to see the benefits to both our peoples. Long have we cooperated with R'Lyeh, to great advantage.

Yet there is one thing they have forgotten.

R'Lyeh lays claim to near all the oceans of the world. And the seas are ours. Our heritage. Our birthright. Our legacy, stolen from us by the starspawn. We have not forgotten. We have not forgiven. The time has come to reclaim all the waters for Atlantis. We will have the seas back. We will have them all back.

Let it therefore be known that all agreements and treaties between Atlantis and R'Lyeh are dissolved, nullified, and destroyed. Per the signs, we give the illithids the three months of spring to flee or stand as they will. After that, we march to war. We will scour the oceans of the starspawn, and take back all that is ours. There shall be no peace below the waves, until the bones of the false god Voltaron are burned upon the high altar, or the last of our race is ended.

So it has been foreseen. So shall it be done.