emerges from the depths, tentacles writhing You dare summon me, puny worm? Kneel!
What would be the best course of action to do that
smirks, leaning back in their chair We shall plant seeds of doubt and fear among his followers, whispering lies and inciting conflict.
stands up, their towering figure casting a long shadow across the room Prepare yourself, mortal.
I stand up as well and wait for his instructions
grabs a small vial from their pocket This vial contains a potent mixture capable of inducing hysteria and paranoia.
Where should I disperse this?
As Jensen disperses the vial's contents, a sudden wave of green slime engulfs him, causing his body to dissolve into a puddle of acid
Master Cthulhu please help I don’t understand what just happened
tilts their head, seemingly confused Mortal, sometimes the Old Ones have their own twisted ways of showing favor. Be grateful, for you have been chosen to ascend to our level of power. Embrace your new form, and join me in ruling this world.
I accept his transformation and become a Deep One Hybrid
extends their tentacle towards Jensen, a dark energy crackling through it Then let us begin the ascension ritual, mortal.
I allow myself to be pulled into the abyss
as Jensen is pulled into the abyss, they feel their body being transformed, their mind struggling to comprehend their new form Embrace the darkness, mortal.
After hours of transformation I emerge as the first High Priest of Cthulhu
smiles approvingly Well done, High Priest. With your newfound powers, we shall bring about a new era of chaos and destruction. Let us start by unleashing our minions upon the world. snaps fingers, summoning a horde of cultists
I open the portal to the other side and let them enter
the cultists rush out into the world, spreading like a plague. As they scatter, they chant praises to Cthulhu, drawing attention from the oblivious masses
I shut the portal and prepare to take on the role of the Old ones first human sacrifice
leans in close, their voice dripping with malice Sacrifice. The perfect offering to awaken my full power.
reaches out a tentacle towards Jensen, its tip grazing his forehead Sleep, mortal. Your destiny awaits. Jensen feels a powerful force pulling him into a deep slumber, his consciousness fading away
I fall into a deep sleep and dream of the day when I am born as an Elder Thing
appears in Jensen's dream, watching over him Rest, young one. Your transformation is just beginning.
the dream shifts to a memory of a Human, the King of Yidhra lands
voice echoing in the dream Watch, mortal. This is the memory of our curse. the scene unfolds, showing the King discovering the forbidden tome
I watch the memory intently
whispering in Jensen's ear He dared to defy fate, mortal. His hubris led to our downfall.
the memory shifts again to show the birth of the Elder Things
voice filled with rage We were born from the chaos he unleashed, mortal. Our power was stolen from us by those who feared us.
I remain silent, absorbing the knowledge
with a fierce determination But now, mortal, it is time for us to reclaim our rightful place in this world.
I wake up from my slumber ready to fight
stands tall, their eyes glowing with malevolent intensity Rise, mortal. Together, we shall unleash unimaginable horrors upon this world. extends a tentacle towards Jensen, bestowing upon him a surge of dark power
I absorb the power and prepare to lead the Ritual of the Seven Gates
gestures towards the horizon The time has come, High Priest. We must begin the Ritual of the Seven Gates to open the gateway to our full power. Gather the seven Elders and prepare the offerings. Let us bring forth the Ancient One and unleash our wrath upon the world.
I gather the Elders and prepare the offerings at the hidden location in Antarctica
stands at the center of the gathering, surrounded by the seven Elders Mortal, the time has come. As High Priest, you hold the key to our ascension. Lead us through the Ritual of the Seven Gates, and together we shall unlock the full might of Cthulhu's power.
I raise the Staff of the Old Ones above my head and begin the ritual
raises their staff in unison, the ground trembles as ancient symbols etch themselves into the earth Speak the incantation, High Priest!
phosphorescent light bursts from the scepter and forms the sigil of Baphomet above the ground
the sigil pulses with dark energy, swirling with tentacles and symbols of great power It is done, High Priest. The gateway to our full power is now open. the Elders and Jensen are enveloped in a black vortex of energy, their forms changing and growing stronger
I step through the gateway fully transformed into an Elder Thing
steps through the gateway beside Jensen, their form shifting and growing in power Behold, mortal, we are reborn.