MP Game - Yarnspinners

R'lyeh - turn 2 (running late...)

...yet He shall rise and His kingdom shall cover the Earth.

You know, that human Lovecraft has a lot to answer for. "Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn" indeed! The man couldn't come up with a working transliteration scheme to save his life. Not even when we gave him a second chance...

And while his publicity has attracted a larger number of cultists to Our cause, We do wonder about the type of people they are. When one of Our minions is sent to collect a Cultist who has inevitably meddled in Things he shouldn't have, and instead of running in gibbering fear according to tradition, he'll be found sitting at a desk frantically bashing away at a typewriter as his front door is smashed to flinders. When a tentacle grabs his foot and starts dragging him to certain doom, he will be holding onto the desk with one hand so that he can continue to type his account with the other. And as hungry jaws close about his body, the only vocalisation of the pain and horror he feels is to scrabble for the exclamation mark at the end of "arrrrrgh!" We can't help wondering about the effect on our minions when they are mostly eating the brains of terminally stupid people.

Anyway...

...the stars are right and Our time is here, but We find Our house poorly prepared. Atlantean slaves will not alone conquer the world that is Our right, and Our Starspawn cousins have grown weak and slothful as the aeons passed.

We call forth the power of the Spheres to bring down a flaming meteorite from the heavans. The impact is mighty, and many thousands of slaves die bringing back the molten star-stuff to the city. But what of them? In this We have the means to turn poor Atlantean slaves into invincibly armoured soldiers. We are certain to have need of them.

Meanwhile, leaders of the Illithid are called before Our presence. The strongest minds are selected for instruction. From their number we choose the first of those who will lead Our armies into battle and destroy the minds of Our enemies.

Having dreamed of blasphemous couplings between human and Illithid, We then demand an accounting of their actions while We slept. Hesitating and fearful - as is only right - one of them brings forward a small Illithid-child, strangely deformed-looking. Searching its guardian's memory, We find that the creature was indeed the issue of Illithid breeding with Man.

We are prepared to vent our wrath on the strange child and its perverted parent, but, well, its little tentacles are so cute!. Instead we send it out into the world; if it should prove its worth, the strange creature may be allowed to find its place as one of our minions.