Saturday, 8 December 2012

House Vadramea Expeditionary force- Whispers of Kthuluu

Sathyn Vadramea brooded darkly as she examined the figurine in front of her. These last few weeks of the expedition had been disastrous, save for this find. Her forces had endured multiple set backs from the forces plaguing this region. She had been forced to magically commune with her mother and request reinforcements, Nurisea’s displeasure ringing in her ears. The one saving grace was the ugly, twisted sculpture found near a magical well that Sathyn had managed to sample before being driven off by yet another Asrai raiding party that seemed to invest these lands like roaches. She had barely escaped with her life and many loyal House Vadramea warriors had lost their lives, but the power emanating from the statuette was intoxicating. The carving of some type of tentacled creature was a loci for Dark Magic, but one that she could not yet tap into. Her scribes had not been able to translate the unknown script on its base but Sathyn did not require them to. She already knew the words and their translation as they had been spoken to her in dreams of dread and blackness many times – Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Kthuluu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn: “ In his house at R'lyeh, dead Kthuluu waits dreaming”.
Sathyn now had the name of her goal, the lost city R’lyeh, within which the fortunes of House Vadramea would change for all time...

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