Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160820182648/@comment-28358106-20160826173012

Armata enters the clearing. His eyes fall on the Old One.

He looks away momentarily, unable to see what cannot be seen. When he look up again, he sees Praetor, standing alone, the Rangers on the ground behind him, their hands over their ears, withing. Dee screams in abject terror as she is swung, held by her legs by a vile appendage. The Shoggoth opens a serrated, impossible mouth, wailing, and the Rangers and Dee scream in pain...

"Fm'laht ghoroth!  My home...this place between places...wrong...such pain between!  Hnnugg b'liliuurg!  Why are both places here...I...must return..."

Dee is flung like a doll. The Old One shambles towards Praetor, tentacles whipcracking...