Waking Up on the Wrong Side of the Bed!
Talk about being grouchy in the morning! The Great C'thulhu definitely needs to work on his morning manners. Maybe coffee would help.
| You arrive to the shores of the Dead Waters. A name was never so fitting. Everything you set eyes on is in a state of decay. Even the air you breath is heavy with death. The only light comes from glowing orbs that float over the surface of the water. There are ruins of massive pillars. The only thing more frightening than the haunted nature of it all are the silent ripples along the water and the feeling as if you're being watched. You continue walking with Ravoth until your path is suddenly cut short by a great mountain that extends out farther than you can see. You touch the slimy surface closest to you only to jump back as it begins to move. | ||
 Great C'Thulhu |
WHO DARES AWAKEN MY SLUMBER?! | |
| Your throat closes up in fear. Thankfully, Ravoth steps forward and begins to speak. | ||
| Great C'thulhu, we come here under the direction of the Titan. He claimed that you might be able to aid us in our quest. We have a scroll written in a language we do not understand and it is our hope that you may be able to translate it. |  Scarred Man | |
| Ravoth motions for you to show the great creature the Scroll of Truth. You gain your bearing and attempt to remain fearless before so great a monster. Holding the scroll before you, you stare into the eyes of the Great C'thulhu with unflinching resolve. | ||
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Great C'Thulhu |
THE TITAN WAS MISTAKEN. I KNOW NOT THIS LANGUAGE. HOWEVER, I KNOW WITH A CERTAINTY WHO WILL UNDERSTAND THESE WORDS. THEY RESIDE IN A LAND FAR FROM HERE, THOUGH. YOU WILL NOT BE ABLE TO VENTURE THERE WITHOUT A TRUE EYEGLASS. I WILL ASSIST YOU IN MAKING THIS ARTIFACT ONLY BECAUSE THE THOUGHT OF YOUR IMPENDING MADNESS GIVES ME PLEASURE. YOU'RE ON A FOOL'S ERRAND AND I WILL LAUGH AT YOUR DEFEAT!
YOU WILL NEED THREE INGREDIENTS. THE FIRST YOU HAVE ALREADY ATTAINED-THAT BEING THE FIVE PIECES OF METAL FROM THE TITAN'S COLLAR. THE SECOND IS THIRTY SIGBIN FANGS AND THE THIRD IS EIGHTEEN BASILISK TRINKETS, FOR THROUGH THEIR DECEIT YOU WILL KNOW THE TRUTH. LEAVE MY SIGHT NOW! I GROW WEARY OF YOUR PRESENCE AND MY PATIENCE WEARS THIN! |