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** spoiler omitted ** Telepathic last words to Lord P:
In his tomb in sunken R'lyeh, Dread Cthulhu lies sleeping... That which is not dead can eternal lie... In stranger eons... even death may die... The piscodaemon falls still, its vile ichor pooling around the monstrous corpse...
Lady Ihrin sinks Tiger Fang and Ice Tusk deep into the piscodaemon's profane flesh! It shrieks, both verbally and telepathically! SKREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! Wrenching Tiger Fang free from its slimy lobster-like carapace releases a torrent of greenish-black ichor! She hacks deep into its lobster-like pincer with a second stroke of Tiger Fang, releasing more pus and reeking ichor! GNNAAAAARRRRRGHHH!!! MY CLAAAWWWW!!! it groans aloud and telepathically, its tentacles flailing around its foaming maw! Wrenching Ice Tusk loose causes the Whisperer to collapse, and Ihrin realizes it was only standing because it had been impaled upon her samurai swords! A third geyser of ichor erupts from that wound, and after several seconds of slowing spasms, the piscodaemon lays still in an expanding pool of foul black fluid...
Lady Ihrin suddenly recalls a nightmare featuring this kind of daemon from when she was a little girl in Romania... In the nightmare, she had been dying of thirst, and upon finding a well, went to draw water to drink, when out of the well scuttled a horrible monster that was part squid, part lobster and part man! It had whispered to her: They are coming to get you, Ihrin! The Old Ones! The Great Old Ones! They are coming to get youuuu... Ihrin had awoken screaming and feverish from that nightmare... Now here was the monster from her childhood nightmare, emerging as if by magic from a well, similar to her nightmare! Its pale, dead, squid eyes stare at Lady Ihrin, and its wet, whispering voice slithers into her head telepathically: They are coming to get you, little Ihrin! The Great Old Onesssss!! Yessss!! They are coming for youuuu...
In his head, a wet whispering replies: To Lord P only:: My good Lord Perpireen McGibel, you need not fear anything from me. Forsooth, I believe we are both well aware that, powerful as I am, I am no match for your Mighty Ones... I know that even if you tried, you could not convince your zealous friends, Sir Alphonse du Veritas and Johann of the Black Forest, to refrain from ripping me to shreds... Nonetheless, heed my warning: all the devils, demons, and daemons of the Nine Hells, the Abyss, and Hades are the least of mankind's woes... There are horrors from beyond the Stars, ancient when Earth was a cooling mass of magma, that pose a far greater threat to God's Creation... Beware the Great Old Ones, Lord Perpireen... tell your Queen Titania and King Oberon to seal themselves and all you can save in your Fablehavens on the First World... The Great Old Ones will not slumber forever... Their awakening draws nigh...
Sir Alphonse recalls seeing an illustration of this kind of daemon, called a piscodaemon, in an illuminated manuscript entitled the Daemonimicon of Saint Walpurga in the library at Westminster Abbey as a boy of 9 during a family pilgrimage. He had read of its spell-like powers to teleport from place to place freely, which this one had just exhibited... He also recalls that its facial tentacles are poisonous, and it can crush its victims with its lobster-like claws... There was more, but that was many years ago, and he has forgotten the rest... The Whisperer in the Well is about to refresh his memory...
The vile monstrosity in the Mighty Ones' midst projects its alien voice into their minds telepathically: I bring thee warning of your ultimate destruction, mortals! No matter how mighty you may have become in the course of your adventures so far, you will never be strong enough to face the Fallen Angel, Lucifer! And even if you COULD defeat the Satan, you would only create a vacuum that would be filled by his Chief Vizier, Archduke of Hell Asmodeus! And if you slay Asmodeus, HE will only be replaced by one of the other archdevils: Mammon, or Dispater, or Beelzebub, or Belial, or Mephistopheles...
The daemon teleports from the well to a position within reach of all of the Mighty Ones, in their midst! With lightning fast reflexes, Cobra Johann lashes out with ready fangs, piercing the slimy fiend, which hisses in pain and surprise at the Black Forester's swiftness... SSSSSSSssssss!!!! It stands a head taller than most men, with a head like a squid on crab shell armored shoulders, with crab like pincers for hands, and spiny protrusions, barnacles and mollusks on its slimy carapace...
Whatever it is, it seems to be aquatic or amphibious at the least...
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Stealthy as the lurker submerged in the dark well water may be, it does not escape the notice of Lady Ihrin... |
