Deep in the waters that send out tenebrous currents through the non-Euclidean streets and plazas of sunken R'lyeh, at the Nemo point in the Pacific Sea, an ineffable foundry belches forth a wondrous and terrible creation, caught in the nets of the Deep Ones, who swim up through the depths with it to the sunlit surface....
A fine, unique coat of mail, more supple than fish scales, seemingly forged to fit a man-sized humanoid with more than two arms, rises from the briny waves on the fork tines of the Deep Ones' tridents, where a cloaked, robed Denizen of Leng astride a great shantak catches it on the end of a long, hooked pole....
The shantak-rider snaps the tattered reigns, the shantak howls an unearthly howl, beats it's great, leathery wings, and ascends into the storm-swept Sky, wheeling westward toward the lands of Europa....