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As the Beetle Man's uncanny healing factor regenerates and reinvigorates his damaged tissues, a strange anomaly occurs.... The very air above him twists in a vortices as a wormhole is opened, and a single green, loathsome tentacle worms down to loop around Nacht's neck like a noose, and in the blink of the Beetle Man's multifaceted eyes, yanks Nacht up into the black hole in the air! With a sound like a whip cracking, the hole rapidly shrinks and pops out of existence!
Unperceived even by the preternaturally keen senses of The Beetle Man, the Lord of the Great Old Ones astrally projects a Yule gift into the weird hero's pack: A Ring of Protection +5 and Freedom of Movement, unslotted
The instant the divine storm of flames roars down, Cthulhu briefly flickers into another dimension, evading the damage!
Having sustained a staggering amount of damage between Sieg's single tremendous blow and MJ's furious flurry of strikes with The Sword of Sif (711 total), Cthulhu roars in agony and outrage! GLLLUUUUURRRRRRGGGHHHHH!!! The Great Old One is reeling in shock and pain hitherto unknown to him!
Fort save succeeds--Cthulhu is not stunned by Sieg's blow....
Sieg's mythically powerful blow thunders down on Cthulhu's octopoid head, causing the Great Old One's entire, colossal, flabby frame to quiver like green gelatin! RRRRAAAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHH!!!!!
Cthulhu raises one slimy claw skyward and utters a mythic wish that all of Koran's attacks this round failed to connect.... The four great bludgeon marks from Mjolnir suddenly vanish, restoring the Great Old One to full vigor! In telepathic Aklo: You are doomed to fall before my relentless might, foolish mortals!!!
GGGRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!! The Dread Cthulhu, The Thing Which Should Not Be, knows uncertainty for the first time in over a billion years....
Koran's mighty blows stagger the Great Old One with their relentless intensity! Cthulhu roars in pain and outrage! [b]RAAAAAWWWRRRR!!!!/b]
In telepathic Aklo:I see. We come to THIS moment....
Let the secret powers of the Scales of R'lyeh now be unlocked for my exquisitely murderous pawn, Dobberkau.... The Beetle Man must be able to compete with these other heroes! And the one-eyed god has drastically raised the bar.... In Aklo thought-impressions: Let the Scales of R'lyeh grow gills!
In Aklo thought-impressions: Let the limbs of The Beetle Man be limbered when he dons The Scales!
In the vast, slime-coated, barnacle-encrusted, non-Euclidean throne room of R'lyeh, attended by the eight star-spawn, Dread Cthulhu awaits the coming battle with The Fierce Ones.... Our unwitting pawns have eliminated all of our rivals.... We alone rule the Earth! .... But, our pawns have grown mighty, indeed.... Possibly, mighty enough to threaten our reign.... We must make preparations for their imminent arrival.... In telepathic Aklo: Arm all of our traps! Activate all of our defenses, our faithful star-spawn! Let none enter or leave R'lyeh!
The Beetle Man must be able to take wing as a beetle does.... And he must have a strong carapace.... My shoggoths and Mi-Go slaves shall weave for The Beatle Man a web as hard as dragonfired steel to drape over his ungainly form.... A mesh as light as subterranean dew, and as strong as dragon scales to ward him.... And within it, the power of flight.... And so the Great Old One, asleep and entombed beneath the waves of the Pacific in Sunken R'lyeh, yet commands through dreams his servitors to do his bidding....
You shall be my pawn in this idle game of mortal chess, Nacht.... Your name means night....the darkness.... Your part in this passion play will set the way for my coming when the stars are right.... To facilitate your ascent in the world of men, I shall gift thee with a boon, my little beetle.... A gift from R'lyeh....
In R'lyeh: In Aklo: See my spawn, how my mortal pawns have done for me my most troubling tasks? Those who would try to destroy me have done for me the favor of eliminating my greatest rivals--Hastur has already fallen, though his robe drifts in the sea, which as we know eventually yields it's treasures to land....and soon, my mortal puppets will attack my other rivals for conquest of this world--Yig the Snake God and Shub-Niggurath, Black Goat of the Woods With a Thousand Young.... This is how war is waged.... Your sire has not lifted a claw or stirred a tentacle, yet his foes fall at their own hands.... Observe, and learn, for you, too, shall conquer worlds in my name....
Do not go far afield my spawn, for Hastur will bring the battle to us....
Gird thyselves for battle, my spawn.... The stars are moving.... The King in Yellow is moving.... Fierce Ones are moving.... Forces inimical to our perfect design are threatening to run roughshod over our best-laid plans.... Or rather, I fear, fulfilling destinies long laid before them.... We have no choice but to play our part.... Let us play a part so mad with slaughter and bloodlust that it's purity and sheer barbarity could never be equaled.... Cthulhu rises from the strange, extradimensional throne that towers over the vast throne room of R'lyeh, where the nine spawn of Cthulhu have convened at their sire's call.... The Call of Cthulhu.... They had received fresh scars in their brief but epic skirmishes with the Kaiju under Hastur's command, but their wounds healed quickly, a gift from their father....
In telepathic Aklo: Fool! If the witch brings Yog-Sothoth here, no daemon-horde of any size would be able to withstand its relentless power.... The witch must be found and destroyed.... But I have sent more capable servants than the likes of you to see to that vital task....
The Great Old One, Dread Cthulhu, reaches out through the ether with its alien mind and finds its minion, the Daemon-Lord of the Silver Tower.... The piscodaemon's mind perceives the psychic impressions as a language it knows--Aklo.... In telepathic Aklo: The thorn in your side has been temporarily removed.... Should you fail to complete the ritual now, my worthless spawn.... There would be no reason not to let the qlippoth replace you.... Complete the ritual, open the ways, and redeem yourself in my sight.... Or feed your successor with your own immortal flesh....
See that you do not, Duke Mephos.... Or it would be better for you to never have been spawned....
And I shall lay them all low again, Whisperer of Secrets.... Take this, the Rod of Faust, as your reward.... It shall amplify thy sorcery and truly make thee a worthy Duke of the Swamplands.... All of that region known to mortals as Florida shall be thine, Mephos.... But thou must secure this realm for your liege.... A rod of ebony inlaid with onyx and jet floats down from Dread Cthulhu to the upraised hand of Mephos, Whisperer of Secrets....
Tell me, Whisperer of Secrets.... Which of mine old enemies have risen to challenge me again?
What power gives them such feeble hope?
What is their quest, these.... Fierce Ones?
You know where they are, who killed The Thing Under the Balcony, The Crawler Between Dimensions, The Great Shark and his barracudas, and routed The Slime-Shrouded Master and its minions?
In R'lyeh.... Telepathically: Whisper to me thy secrets, Whisperer of Secrets.... What tidings bring thee?
It would be better that you were never spawned from my loins if you should fail me, my spawn. See that you pacify your domain before the Summer Solstice, or I shall inform your advisor, The Tentacled Terror, that it has been promoted to Qlippoth-Lord of the Silver Tower upon termination of its predecessor....
In the slime-coated city of R'lyeh, at rest within the insane, non-Euclidean dimensions of an alien throne of sorts, Dread Cthulhu becomes aware of a disturbance....a resistance to his relentless will originating somewhere near the Earth's equator, in the verdant finger of land that mortals had been recently calling Florida.... The Great Old One's mind reaches out with a spiritual tentacle to probe the minds of his faithful minions in that tropical region.... He finds the vile mind of his own spawn, The Daemon-Lord of the Silver Tower.... (Via telepathy) Why do I detect unrest, my spawn? Do you lack the power, and therefore the right, to rule the domain I have bestowed upon you? Shall I send a worthier spawn to replace you? |
