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Originally Posted by Kefkin
Sheer exahustion forced me to the ground at some point. I had no idea how long or even how far I had actually come. I was never so repulsed, and can now understand why I might have instinctivly run. This feeling of fear so completely took control of me, I cannot even to this day remember exactly how I ended up where I found myself. I was overlooking a small ring of trees surrounding a clearing. I was laying on my side. My knees were drawn up to my chest, and I was hugging them tightly, shivering in the cold rain. I layed there, on what seemed to be a small outcropping of rock, jutting out of the side of the mountain.
I sat up, and focused my eyes on something that looked quite like fire light. As my eyes slowly began to focus, I could the the dancing flame fighting the night rain. It seemed to snake and weave from side to side almost hypnotically. My lips began to move, forming words to this day I will never repeat. I remember this sensation quite well simply because it was then I was finally aware of the murmuring again, though quite a bit louder than a hushed chant now. My gaze expanded, pulling me out of the hypnotic dancing flames. My jaw slackened as I counted a hundred or more robed individuals surrounding the fire. The chanting poured out of them, not in loud cries, but in contempt and anger. The hatred seemed to pour forth from them with such force it could be felt.
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The Drow looked up from the parchment he was reading... Amassed in front of him stood the whole of his followers here to the the surface world they now possessed. High on the mountain north of the castle, he slowly began chanting the ancient phrase inked in as the final entry to the diary he found the pages from.
"Ph-nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu r'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn," he slowly muttered. He said it again, this time in a deeper, darker tone. The people closest to him began almost instinctively repeating his words. "Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn," they growled out, bringing forth more involuntary chanting from the nearest followers. The chant spread forth bringing forth a perceptable growling from the earth.
The waves on the north shore began to swell, whitecaps formed quickly, and huge waves began crashing against the shore. Dark clouds, started gathering, and crashes of lightning shot through the sky. The thunder boomed loudly, and a vortex of winds began to form out in the open sea to the north. The chanting, now audible across the whole island seemed to gain a life of its own, rising and falling. The gutteral sounds echoed off the trees and rocks, giving it all new life and almost calling out to the swirling vortex.
The waves pounded the shores, huge twenty foot high waves engulfed the shores, then slid back into the sea only to be smashed again into the coast. The lightning and thunder exploded again and again. The swirling vortex began to pull water into the air, the waves parting in all directions. The earth itself was being ripped asunder, and something that should not be released from the bowels of the earth was being pulled forth.
A strange, pulpy head broke the waters. The lighning shot through the air and flashed upon a writhing mass of tentacles reaching out from the head, and the grotesque scaled body which supported a set of rudimentary wings. They streched out reaching sixty feet in length, as the creature arched its back and stretched its limbs, enjoying the freedom of the surface. It stood towering a hundred feet tall, its powerful arms crashing down into the water. Its powerful tentacles reached at least ten feet in length, but darted out to unbelievable distances as it began testing the waters around it. The evil god that protected the underwater shrine was now freed. That horrible and grotesque priest bent on murder and destruction looked northward waiting for the coming ships, waited for the easy kills.
The Drow watched from the mountain, as the strange and horrible creature rose from the depths. The chanting grew in volume, almost deafeningly loud cries pierced the night. The keepers of the shrine revealed themselves to the God, and he listened with a growing bloodlust.
07-01-2005, 09:27 PM
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. Ships getting raped from left to right and whatnot. We Zormites are masters of the sea, and of the Krakkens.
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