Re: MP Game - Yarnspinners
R'lyeh, Turn 55
My war against Caleum is underway: three legions rose from the depths, smashed through their defenses of Caelum and seized every one of the port cities on their main continent. If such a move had any real tactical significance it would have been pure genius. I've sent an abomination to pillage their back country, and unleashed a horde of undead against a gaggle of mages, who unfortunately mostly survived the encounter. The birds rely heavily on a spell which creates illusionary soldiers to defend their land. My spawn attempted to swat the enchantment away during our initial assault, but they failed. Yet the phantoms cannot hold back the tide...
Arco chose this moment to strike. Previously we had enjoyed only a few border skirmishes, but it is now quite clear that they intend to field powerful armies against me. If I were to attack Abysia and Machaka then I could be at war with all the major powers, which would be chaotically fun.
But for now I must continue my work here. Sammy reports on the following snippet found locked in the deepest vaults in Halls of Andvare. He believes it refers to the same prophecy about the Sleepers.
Sleepers on the isle of sea
Two wanderers far from home
On Beltane, one final fight
Seals the fate of the world
I don't know where Beltane is, and an isle of sea sounds like a lake to me, which is good news for R'lyeh (go big blue!).
Generally I distrust prophecies and eat prophets (I never had a chance to taste Xlikloth, although he had probably turned sour during his betrayal) but... I do kinda get this tingly sensation in my back knee which normally means there's an apocalypse a brewin'.
So the world is ending- what do you do? If you're a mad-elder-dreaming-god ya go with what worked well last time: raise taxes sky high on all your craven servants, send armies hopelessly to their deaths to distract your enemies from your true plans, launch new wars on those who you haven't yet had the pleasure of killing, and spend your days crawling around in the murky-dank forests, searching for some mystical powerhouse which will seal your supreme power. Stupid prophets and their blank verse! I so totally have the power to bring every corner of this world under my chaotic darkness- and then the world comes to an end. When I become truly omnipotent I'll make sure this kind of thing is outlawed.
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