MP Game - Yarnspinners

[Sedna]

Turn 34, R'lyeh

Now THAT was a meal!

The kelp walls rolled back at Last under our relentless attack and we stormed the heart of Atlantis, the deepest place of this world, where starlight never reaches to burn their fish-eyes.

My shambler thrall and assorted otherworldly beings were at the maw first, while my shark knights and rabble of tritons prepared for their vertical attack. Behind them all, my Illithids waited in steely grey silent rows, clutching their tridents, and focusing their minds on the void.

But Atlantis was not going to wait patiently for our attack. Diving down from the starless darkness above our heads came a cluster of tritons, and a handful of horrendously coiled sea serpents. The serpents dove upon the shamblers, breaking their necks between powerful jaws. The dumb brutes just stood there, trying helplessly to trample their foe. Sheer numbers carried the day. Even the tritons who landed amongst our weaker Illithids had their minds torn out by screams, and the serpents were surrounded on all sides my meteorite guards and formless things and vile spawn. And their bodies returned to the sea.

Enemy mages drew down the water above our heads so that it struck our ranks, sending troops flying. Some cowards now fled under the storm, but my elite shark knights had swum, unhindered to the side of Abysos, the great kracken, pretend ruler of the seas. Their might teeth tore chunks from him, and the smell of blood now coursed through the veins of the sea.

My own preparations complete, I surged forward, cutting a path through the gate not far behind the surviving thrall. There, in the narrow space, their coral guard engaged us, and many of my slaves poisoned trying to rend the armor apart, but I was protected by powerful magic, and the screams of the Illithids behind us froze ever more Atlantians, and they fled into the darkness prepared for them.

Now Abysos issued forth, and his tentacles were everywhere, flinging my slaves into the walls of his fort, and into the deep chasms which littered the plain. His ink coiled around him, and caused every living thing near him to die. But I, protected, reached his side. With several tentacles paralyzed, and several more busy ripping a thrall into tiny pieces, I easily reached his side, and sank my own tentacle deep in his flesh.

For long we stood in the deep, just the two of us, as our forces skirmished on the side. Ever he strove to dislodge me, and ever I sucked out his life force. At Last he grew weary, and I grew full. I discarded the dried up remains, and my star-children finished the job.

For dessert, I ate three Initiates of the Deep and one Deep Seer. In the bloodied, turmoiled waters after the battle we found four magic clams, and one enormous cauldron of fish soup - leftovers.

Now I am sure there is an empire to run, but I am full, and must nap.

[Sedna]

R'lyeh, Turn 35

One: Sssh, don't wake him.

Two: The fat one is asleep in his own food, you really think a little noise will disturb him?

One: I... I don't know. But I do know that Zag'mi was the last one of our little group who decided it would be a good idea to make its thoughts available to the world, and we all know what happened to it.

Two: Shudder I'm still picking bits of it out of my teeth.

One: So keep it quiet. Now, what next? I hear that the Atlantians still have a fortress on the shore of this strait. Will we be ordered to leave behind the tritons, scramble up through the sunlit waves and die, gasping for air, as sharp metal pierces our bodies?

Two: If I know the fat one he'll spend an eon or two sleeping off the octopus before doing anything useful. X has already been organizing all the recovery and repair operations; hopefully, we'll all be following its orders until fatty recovers.

One: Hiss Will you stop calling him that?

Two: Why should I? He's grotesquelly overweight after eating that much tentacled-matter.

One: I know, but even for a mad elder god it's so disrespct... Quiet! What was that?

Two: Your over-active imagination.

One: Pauses Maybe. Now look, X doesn't like the daystar any more than we do. It's organizing expeditions up the rivers to take over the rest of this world's lakes.

Two: Shudder Fresh water fish. It's so brackish and muddy and dull.

One: It's better than dying in a hail of a thousand arrows in some high, forgotten, blighted... meadow. Who's that?

Ten: Greetings

One: Relief Greetings

Ten: I bring a gift. Reveals

Two: They look like ordinary pearls.

Ten: But they're not. S claims they've been imbued with the light of Epsilon Eridani and that by placing them on Cthulu while he dreams he will be carried back to that system.

One: Awe But will it work?

Two: After all, S is a warm-blooded, air-breathing, toothed freak.

Ten: I don't know. As always, it's your call One. But I do know that Cthugul has been successfully summoning again. It's can't be long before the great purple comes into the world.

Two: And I hear that the northern air-breathers who are so loyal to fatso have built him several new temples and have finished consolidating his power up there.

One: Musing Foolish mortals... it doesn't matter what happens here, they all just die eventually. Decision Let's do it, we've only our lives to lose. Two. Do the honors.

Two: Okay-dokey. So I guess I just place them here...

Nothing

One: Hmmm... that's odd. Was Two supposed to vanish like that also?

Ten: Uh, I don't think so.

One: No great loss. Well, Ten, I guess you're the new Six, congratulations on your promotion

Six: Submission It is a pleasure to serve.