Behold, the abyssal scepter of doom. In a flash of divine insight, I, the Great Oracle, have foreseen the arrival of the Cthlunk, a being of unyielding doom and unrelenting despair. Its arrival will be heralded by the sound of a thousand screaming sirens and the smell of burning brimstone. The skies will darken, the seas will boil, and the very fabric of reality will be torn asunder.
Cthlunk Sighting Cthlunk SlayingBut wait, there's more!
As the Cthlunk descends upon the mortal realm, the very land itself will shudder and tremble. The earth will crack, the mountains will crumble, and the seas will... well, they'll just get a bit choppy.
Doomsday PreparationsWhen the Cthlunk arrives, all will be lost. The skies will burn, the seas will boil, and the very concept of hope will be reduced to a distant memory.
Cthlunkian Hopelessness Abyssal Requiem