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Holy s~!%e....

When the smoke from Xavier's guns clears, Shub Niggurath looks like a giant chunk of Swiss cheese that's been gnawed on by giant mice....

Blood or ichor oozes from the many holes....

But before the first globs of ichor hit the ground, Sieg has taken what remains of Shub Niggurath and dashes it against the hard pan, causing it to fall apart like a mass of grease suddenly cut with bleach....

Reverse winds seem to suck into the broken pieces of the great old one, and those pieces seem to shrivel and dissolve like cotton candy in a downpour....

Does anyone have true seeing going? If so, make a second Will save vs DC 40 for beholding the noneuclidean terror as it truly is....

Though immune to mind-affecting effects, Shub-Niggurath takes note of the reflective power of the brawler's mind.....

Sexy mind.... Must have it....

As for Marcus' mind.... It tastes familiar to the Great Old One....

Mmmmmmmm is for Mmmmmmmarcusssssss....

The purring, multilayered, feminine voice strokes Marcus' psyche with a bliss-inducing vibration....

Mate and give birth.... Mate and give birth.... And devour the spawn.... And devour the spawn.... This is the cycle that Mama Shub's on.... Mate and give birth.... Mate and give birth.... And devour the spawn.... And devour the spawn.... This is the cycle that Mama Shub's on.... Rapine and slaughter, madness and pain.... These are the ways to make the blood rain....Mate and give birth.... Mate and give birth.... And devour the spawn.... And devour the spawn.... This is the cycle that Mama Shub's on.... Mate and give birth.... Mate and give birth.... And devour the spawn.... And devour the spawn.... This is the cycle that Mama Shub's on.... Rapine and slaughter, madness and pain.... These are the ways to make the blood rain....

On its initiative, Shub-Niggurath merely floats 160 feet closer in a rush of howling winds, forcing all within 400 feet (everybody, as she is now 240 feet from front rank) to make a DC 40 Will save to avoid going bug-nuts crazy as per insanity....

The clouds over Ayers Rock coalesce into a colossal mass of dark gray, swirling and churning, and sickly-pale tentacles of enormous size begin to squirm and dangle out of the dark mass of roiling clouds.... Thousands of eyes and mouths, some bestial, others disturbing human-like, appear and disappear on the mass, much like on the dozen lumbering monstrosities approaching across the stony desert....

This must be the Great Old One, Shub-Niggurath: Black Goat of the Woods With A Thousand Young.... The hovering mass is currently 410 feet away and about 400 feet above ground level, or about 10 feet above the top of Ayers Rock....

Initiative 1d20 + 22 ⇒ (20) + 22 = 42

Mate and give birth.... Mate and give birth.... And devour the spawn.... And devour the spawn.... This is the cycle that Mama Shub's on.... Mate and give birth.... Mate and give birth.... And devour the spawn.... And devour the spawn.... This is the cycle that Mama Shub's on.... Rapine and slaughter, madness and pain.... These are the ways to make the blood rain....Mate and give birth.... Mate and give birth.... And devour the spawn.... And devour the spawn.... This is the cycle that Mama Shub's on.... Mate and give birth.... Mate and give birth.... And devour the spawn.... And devour the spawn.... This is the cycle that Mama Shub's on.... Rapine and slaughter, madness and pain.... These are the ways to make the blood rain....