MP: Exterminatus - And the world will burn!

[Illuminated One]

People of the world, nobles and commoners alike!
Heed the words of Glaah, Prophet of the Coming God.
He has assembled the messengers and told us to make haste, to travel land and shores alike to the kingdoms near and far for what he knows is of dire consequence.

In his citadel Orz of R'lyeh waits dreaming of unleashing his nightmares unto the world, dreaming to kill or enslave all that is sentient.
But maybe you will not understand so he instructed us to tell you of the tragic fate of the Atlanteans. Many know that An S'horot travelled the seas to make his coming known.
And there were many that did not know of him and when they heard the rumors of him aproaching they would take their knifes and spears and block his path. But when they saw him in his full glory they dared not to strike at him and they threw down the spears and attoned for their sins.
Yet An'Shorot was troubled still, for he had another reason for his journeys. Know that the life of the Atlanteans are long, and they do not forget easily. And many still remember friends and relatives that had been lost when the Basalt City was shattered.
An S'horot searched for them but never even found one.
So he made his will known to Glaath and Glaath took some guards with him and travelled north. And finally Glaath found some shamblers, but the shamblers had not heard of the coming of god and they opposed him. He was able to drive them away, but the leader of his bodyguard was struck down and the soldiers refused to move on. And while he had to wait amidst the shamblers of the north he instructed them in the true faith. It was then when he heard the rumors that the shamblers who would swim north would often not be seen again. And so he snuk to the borders and spotted a large army composed of strange tentakled beasts and a large host of shamblers.
Yet they could not no longer be called shamblers for their bodies had been deformed and their minds destroyed.
Glaath returned and ordered the shamblers to prepare for war and he prayed to An S'horot so that he would know what Glaath had uncovered.
Know that An S'horot will wage war against the Starspawn of R'lyeh to revenge the attrocities done unto his people.

Should R'lyeh send messengers asking for aid do not listen for they have strange powers of manipulation.
Do not be so foolish as to help them for they are strangers to this world and hold no love for it. Should R'lyeh survive and awaken to its full power you would be doomed as well as we.

[konming]

Nice Article. Although the world sees clearly from the score graph who is the aggressor.

[Rytek]

All I can say is AArgh! Every independent around me has numerous heavy calvary in them. Where are those easy barbarians and lion tribes?? Thank goodness for the mercs which have born the brunt of the enemies charge!

[Ferrosol]

Taken from the second letter to the Tritons

1.On the day of awakening the great lord arose and spoke thus to his honoured disciples "go forth my children and bring word of my ascendancy to the peoples of the sea and shore and know this I shall travel with you and protect you from the seas horror."
2. Hearing this the people were greatly enthused and taking up their turtle shields and forging their coral spears they began to gird themselves for war under the benign leadership of the Gods chief disciple Sushi.
3.And Lo did the the children strive mightily to bring word of the new god to the nations and peoples of the sea.
4. One day a scout from the army came across a strange pinkskin who claimed allegiance to the god of the shore and spake unto him "go to your lord and tell him that the ocean belongs to the lords children and that any interference there will be met with spears and blades" the god of the shore frightened by this agreed not to interfere.

[jimkehn]

....And the god of Eriu spake these words (Red Letter Edition):

"My children suck."

[konming]

Both Atlantis and Oceania attacked small peaceful nation of R'lyeh this turn. Though R'lyeh's ultimate fate has been written in stone, neither attack was successful so far. An'Shorot, where are you hiding cowardly?

[Quitti]

Having travelled west for the better part of fall, and seeing the winter approaching fast, said the Gode of a small tribe of Jotun;
"Boys. Men. Fellow giants. Westward lies mountains, our sacred home. We must cleanse the small people standing in the way."
Having so said, he and his fellow woodsmen moved along the river and out of the forest. Having left the comfort of the woods in hope of a colder mountainland, they arrived to the hills preceding the great mountain ravine. There stood a man, clad in black steel, holding a great blue tower shield. Murmurs spread through the ranks of the small humans when they saw the giants who approached.

Suddenly, the man with the shield noticed the giants. He started screaming obscenities and shouting some gibberish about strange cyclops to the south, who was the rightful owner of the world.

The Gode did not much care of such little words, for he knew the superiority of Ar'Kanak, Lord of the Hunt, over any puny cyclops. When the giants did not seem very friendly, they would have gladly left the little men alone, but like it usually is, the humans did not see reason in coexisting and proceeded to charge the giants.

Drawing the power of The Lord of the Hunt, the giants proceeded in slaying every single of the petty humans who dared to attack them. The man with the blue shield commanded fire to fall from the skies upon the giants. "What is this trickery?" - one of the woodsmen shouted, being almost incinerated by the strange power. Swinging their greataxes in wide sweeps, dismembering and sending small humans flying with each hit, they finally approached at the small man who still kept on shouting obscenities at them, even though the fight was clearly over.

The woodsmen surrounded the little man, who still did not see reason. Ar'Kanak was clearly favoring the giants this day, and the cyclops the small man so reverendly spoke of did not seem to answer his prayers. When the Gode made his way to the man of black steel, a new fervor arose within the small man. He tried striking the Gode, but the Gode was faster. The Prophet of the Cyclops was slain in one hit, almost split to half from the Godes longsword.

"What shall we do now?" the woodsmen asked. The Gode did not answer, for he was mourning the dead fellows of his, two trustworthy jotun who fell that day.

Finally, the Jotun Gode spoke.
"Let there be a monument here. We shall build this land anew, without the strange powers of the human. They cannot be trusted. Let them live in their swamps, for we do not care about such places. The Skratti might, and we will obey should they say us to conquer them, but it is not a proper place for a giant to live. We shall proceed west to the mountains we came here for. Ar'Kanaks will shall be fulfilled."

[Illuminated One]

konming I must say thats some hell of a defense you've got.

[Juffos]

Great were the woes and lamentation of people, when the remnants of the Honorary Expedition returned to the mighty capital of the Theurgian Council, hoping to make an atonement for their failures in the Ashdodian frontier.

The Council was shocked. Giants claiming to be relatives of the great gods themselves? How could anyone spread such heresy, with the leader of the Council being the only true god? Raging demons from the darkest pits of hell, they decided, only fitting for eternal hatred and revile.

And so, theurgs decided to put an end to the malicious plans of the vile giants, lest the world burns in infernal flames.

[konming]

An S'horot, keep up the good work. As you can see, we Illithids are have a financial problems and cannot afford to buy food. Your timely delivery of tasty brains is highly appreciated. I have to say, brain in this batch is smaller than that of the last batch. Are you having problems finding those tasty shamblers? You know, we could have some kraken brain instead.

Oh, we forgot to say hello to the Lurker in the Depth. That's quite a long name, esp. for us illithids who have no mouth. Anyway, thank you for the feast. Your body parts shall be remembered. They are tasty.