Re: MP Game - Yarnspinners
Turn 11, R'lyeh
At Last a decent meal. As I sucked life from the faces of the hastily gathered militia who had gathered in the fog, I felt my own mind returning. I have wandered, I fear, these past months, through the dark paths of madness and semi-awareness. Now I am well again, and I have a foothold above the waves. I shall fortify one of these sunlit shores, but perhaps not this one. It still reeks of humans.
To my west, there are hordes of undead, waiting to be dead again. They will not provide as full a meal as these militia, but 'tis enough. Perhaps I can find some sites of dark magic power, pitiful in comparison to my own, but still... I will move to take one, and send my lackeys against the other. There, ah, it pains me to think on it, but we were rebuffed by the shuffling hordes in our first attempt, and my warriors fled. They will not fail again.
My scouts wander the waterways throughout the world, bringing me tidings of distant things. Fire and Death cling to my shores, but I have seen the pitiful remnants of the Atlantian empire in the shallow seas. They seek a place for themselves in the world—it is under my thrall.
Far to the east, my scout has chanced upon a strong race of humans who, in their foolishness, appear to worship trees and the air. Perhaps I will sit in this shallow lake and watch their efforts, for they are numerous.
Cthugul sends word that his summoning has been successful again. Monsters, never before seen in this world, will soon be running amok, terrorizing these mortals in broad daylight rather than confined to the world of dreams.
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