V́̕͠i̡sį̵̸t̡̡͢ǫ͝r (A)

[Kodos]

She was still responding to things he hadn't said yet.

"Dream? Hallucination? Oh, no, no, no. Out there is the dream. This is reality." She smiled.

"Real as it gets." She added grimly, before pausing, apparently confused again.

"Or maybe it's the other way around? It's easy to forget." She gave a shrug. "And the Veil is the Veil, silly." She smiled.

"Oh, hello Saiza." Her voice was soft, somewhat monotone, and with odd stresses. "You're just in time for tea."

[Alexander_Hamilton]

"All right. I'm done." Saiza stood up carefully. After the ear-fish, he had become almost too aware of his body. If he made another sudden movement, who knew what orfices fishes would be popping from next?

"Er...Thanks for the tea, Miss....Red Queen. White Queen. Queen."

He looked around for a place to head off to.

[Kodos]

"You can't trust the Red Queen!" She warned again.

"Oh!" She remarked as Saiza got up. "He|They|It sees you. Goodbye Saiza! Maybe you can come for tea again!"

And then Saiza was falling again.

Falling in an(his?) endless black abyss.
So cold. So dark.
No sound.
No sight.

No sense of anything.

Not even himself.

*

Asul is burning.

Gods and Mortals, Devils and Demons, all are desperately fighting. They are not fighting off an invasion, they are fighting a revolution.

They are fighting the rulers of Asul.

*

Saiza sees Devils and Demons fighting side by side. Mortals fighting alongside strange metallic men, Golems scores of feet tall, strange ships which sailed through the skies, and even the Gods themselves.

Against the Illithids and their creations.

Tentacles hundreds of feet tall rend the sky.

The Gods are dying.

Asul is burning.

*

The Multiverse is burning.

As the war to liberate the Material Planes rages on (In Visek the sky was shattered, the Veil partially lifted, and incarnations of the Elder Gods loosed. Saiza doesn't know what any of that means, but he knows it happened.) so too does the war ragein other fronts.

In their blasphemy, the Illithids have even turned to the Outer Planes for fresh conquests.

The Blood War put on hold.

When Asmodeus set foot in Arcadia, he did so not as a conqueror, but as a liberator.

The Multiverse is burning.
The Gods are dying.

This is the way the world ended.

Almost.

*

I̡̠̦̣̼͓͕̦͆͗͌͛ͣ̚͢͞|̡̢͉̮͕̙͖̦̍ͤͨͩͫ͗́̕͠ͅH̶̨̬͖͗͒̃ͫ̍̏͛͊͝ ̦Ę̳̳̖̘̱͇͇̱̟̣̥̣̗͕̗͕̜̌̃͗ͤ̎̓̇͛͌̇̈ͅ|̢͉̹ͭ̅̽̄̈ͨͭ̍ͪ̀̚͞͞͠ ̲̺̹̭̙̙̜̼W̴̛̦͇̗̹̺̞̘̠͔̰̻͕̔̋ͣ̅ͫ̆ͥ̓͆͋͌̋̃̀̚̕͞E͛͒ͩ́ͩ͌͋̐ͥ ̸̶̰͕̱̰͕̳̣͈͉͎ ͫ̃̚͏҉̸̡͔̳̦̭̻̹͖̼̞̼̬͠S̩̝̼̝̹͕̞͖̼̞̔͛̃͛͗̇̀͘Ȩ̛̍̐͌͛͌ͩ̾̀͜ ͔̹̺̹̻͖̩̠͙̱̜̺̫͇̻̥ͅȄ̸̛̜̩͎̼̖̼̄̒̀ͩ̏͘͜ͅ ̡̭̘͕̰̘͍̺̙̀̒̐̽̃͑̆ͫ̎͞Y̧͍̪̣̝̟̘̭̮̙̞̼̟͔͈̼ͩͪ́ͦ͆̊͑͒̓ͫ͐̀̚O ̢̞̫̤̙͇̖̫̦͔̤̙͎͎̺̜̰̯̟͙̓ͩͬ̓̀̚͟͟͝U̗͉̥̖͉̤̳̟̻̫͖̔ͨ͐ͩ̆́̕͠͞ ̗̖̲̥̪͍ ̵̼̯̘͔͇̭̹̫͓͉̖̩͓͉̟͇͑̋ͮͣͭ̎ͪͥ͊ͫ̃̀̀̂̎͟S̵ͭ͆ͦ̂͐ͧ̈́̓̆͂̂͘҉̥͠ ̗̲̲̦̺̣͇̗ͅA̡ͨ̓ͫͬ̾̎̔̈́ͭͬͥ̌̃ͨ̋͞͏̬̗͔̼͙̫̻͈͙̗̝͔Į̑̀̊̂ͮͯͫ͡ ͖͓̥̖͙̥͍Z̶̸̙͓̺̞̐̿͌͐̌ͥͭͯͮ̋ͫ̈́̽͂͊͋̆̆Ą̵ͨ̿̈̑̅ͥ̍ͣ̿ͩ̉ͣ̿́͢ ̟̝̲̼̱̰.͔̞̰͚̟̒ͪͪ̍́́

*
Saiza is no longer falling.

He is in an endless, featureless, white void.

Before him is a large monolith, about 10 feet tall, and 6 feet wide.
It looks like a hole in forever.

Sitting in front of it on either end are two beings. Both are small and childlike with apparently humanoid bodies.

One has featureless and perfectly black skin with what can only be called a vaguely luminescent green outline. He is wearing a golden crown and a strange white mask with three large holes in it - two for the eyes, one for the mouth. The holes are perfectly round and seem to go forever, an endless black abyss.

One has perfectly white skin with what can only be called a vaguely luminescent green outline. His skin is covered in cracks that seem to be oozing a black mist or vapor. He is wearing a gnarled and horrifying mask of an Illithid.



Y̵̢̌͐ͬͭͪͩw̸̷̢̿̈̋ͮ̽̔ͦ̉ͣ̓͑̊̑͌͡a̔́̊ͧ̓ͭ̊̐̚͏̷̶̧̡q̑ͦ̉̑̆̑ ̵̷̑̒ͧ̐ͩ̆ ̴̶ͧ̃͊̓ͩ͗ͮ̆̌̾͑͂ͤ̒̀ͦ̋̚̚m̷̵͒̎͐̅̎̚͘͢a͒͗̀͊̀͝͡q̒̓̾̓̀ͥ͋ͥ̍ ̴ͥͭͤ̀͐̌ͩ͠͡ ̶̾ͫ̎͐̿̇̾̋ͯ̓͋͑̈̆͂̂́͞o͒̓͑̒ͯ̽̒̏̄ͬͩ̊ͮ͌̇́̚͞͏óͨ̂̂ͥ̏̀ͬ̾͐ ̨̈́ͫ̽́ͮ̕͠͠u̵̧ͬ͂͛ͩ͆ͣ̉ͭ;̶̡̃̆̑͗ͭ͂̾ͮ͒̆̓̾ͩ̚ ̿ͩͭ̌̑͊ͮ̒̋ͥ͑҉̀y̧ͫͯͦ͋ͧ̇͗ͫ͐̌̎̌̅ͣ̌̆͗̔͗w̵̐ͧ͛̔̃̏͛҉͞ăͤ̈́̎ ̶̴̢̒́̕q̶̢̛ͮ̏͊̑͒̋̄ͨ͛̋̅ͤ̅ͧ̅ͪ͗́͜͞ ̶̑ͪ̈̋̊ͩͩ̅̉͐̓̎ͦͬͭ̊̊ͤ́̚͞m͌̌͐̊͝҉̢͟â̾ͬ̂̇͊̋̿ͨͮ͂͒́̓ͮ̑̈́͋ ̶̕͏̷̀q̧ͤ̆ͥ̾̍̽ͫ̇̓͑̾̅̈̍͗͌ͧ̊͑́͟͝ ̶̧̢ͤͦͭͥ̽̿ͣ͌̅͊͂̂̀s̊̎̏̓͂ͥ̾̾̽ͤ̃͛͘̕s̈́ͪ̏ͣ̚͏̵̡a̴ͬ̈́ͬͬ̽͒͝͠ ͏̀g̸̨̎̍ͧ͆̒͑̑ͭ̓̈́ͤ͂̎͠ģ̨̒͊̊̈́̂̈͑̍ͨ͏̛͢hͮ̉͋́͗ͪͭ͌̾ͥ̒̑̔ͣ͊ ̷̸̔͛̈́̏͠͡҉.̴̶̋̊ͨ͐̑ͧͮ̎̓͌͐͂ͪ̚̕͟ ̷̵̧ͮ̔͊̀͌͆ͩ̅̾̄̑ͦ͒͝Y͋̐ͦ̍̏ͤ̅̏ͤ̚͏͢w̸̢ͭ͌̐͐̀̐ͦ̆̑ͣ͆̔̈́̏̚͠ a̶̸̷̛ͣ̔̇ͮͮ̑̓̅ͨͪ̂͟q̾͒͗ͭͩ͋̌̀̍ͥ͊̎ͮ̓ͩ̐҉̛ ̵̡͐ͤ̽ͪ͋̀͞͞m̴̴̡͂ͭ̊̄ͭ̒̃͢͞a̡̽ͣ̎̈̈ͫͣͬ̀͒̐̚͜ ͥ̌ͨͬ̈́̈̒̿͆҉̴s̨ͮͥ͒ͣ̎̐̓̈ͪͮͬ́̕͞h̸̶̍ͧ̎̄ͤͯ͋ͥ͗̑̉̑ͩ́g̔ͧ̉̋̊ ̴̴̉̿̐'̸̉̌ͥͣ̕f̷̛̎͐̒͂̅̈́ͬ͌ͨ̀̕͟ḩ̸̧̃̾̇ͩ͘͟nͭ̇̀͆͋̾̇ͨ̎̑̈̋ ̴̴̨͑̉̈́͘.̧̈́̉͋̎̆͆́ͨͯ̓̎̓ͥ̐́̚̕͘͟
̶͑̽̀̅͗̈́̌ͩͬ͑̒̓͒̎H̨a̵̷̴͘s͜͟t̸̨̀͞ù̴̶r҉ ̵̸́ḿ͠à̸̸҉ ̸̨͘͝p̢̢͞h̷͜͟g͡w̵҉̷͏a̸̢̕͜'̧͢͞͡͝c̨͜͞u͢͠l͏́͠ ̶h̵̕ǹ̵a҉́͘k̡f̴̢̢̛̕.̸̷̕
̷̢͏N͝y̷̧̛̕͞a͘̕ŕ̡͝ļ̛͟͢a̧̛͠t̸̴̷͟͢h̴̨͝ò̶t̡͘҉è̵̛p̨ ̨͟͠ ̸҉̵̢p̴͞͏ù̸̕͜ú̀͜ĺ̷́͞ ̵͘͟s̷̶̛ḱ̕͘͝s̷̛͜h̡͞҉̕g҉n̢̨͟҉̀:̴̴̴͟ ͞͞o̷̧̨n̵̛͝'͟m̡͟a̵͟͟ ̨̀͢͝y̷̴̵e͘͡͝h̵̡̀͠'̀͘͏̡̕g̡̀l̷̕͞u̸͏̵ ̷̶͢͡z̴̀͜u̢̡͞q̕.̨͟͝
T̴̵̛̫͔̬̬̤̪͓̞̬̻͖̯͉̗̦͕͉̕ͅḩ̵̻̭͓͈͔͎̼̘̠̗̻͉ǫ̴̠͈͇̹̙̻̮͡ͅ ̞̟̖͇͇̙̜o̢͔̤̗͚̞͙̼͎͚͢ͅņ̭̺͖̰̗̻͓̩͕̫̥͍̱̗̮͡ͅ ̛̪͙͙͔̱̞̰͎̹̖͡w̛̙̞͎͖͇͎̻̠̖̜̣͉̱͍͢͟͝͠g̷̭̘̩̟̬̪͖̥͔̩̩̰̯̱͘͞ ḁ̠͚̻̀͘ẖ̨̟̜͇̳̩̟̣̯̯̗̦̫̞͡ͅ'̶̡̺̱̱̝̝͕͓̱̱̲̘͞n̸̢̙̥͈͞͞ͅͅ ̬̙̘͇̹̟̬̥̩̦͖a̧̜̺̹͢͜͝ͅg͜͏̶̟̫̥̜̹̩͉̠̗͇͇̝̟̠͎̀͠l̨̲͘̕ ͖͙͓͙ ̵̡̘̬̦̮͖͔f̨̜͚̝̯͇̤̼̜͚͠ḩ̶̥̻͍̣͖̬͚̲̬̱͖̙͈̥̩̞̥͢͜͜ͅt͞҉҉̫͚ ̹̖̱à̡҉͝͏̳̺͈̹͙͕͇̰͈̜̥̰̫̤͈͙̞̪͓ģ̡̧̙̩̖͟͜ͅņ̮̼̗͕̗͔̕͜͡͞ ̼̻̺̦.̶̢̻͇̜̫͈͖̲͈͟͞

[Alexander_Hamilton]

Saiza look from the first figure to the second to the monolith, his overloaded mind trying to catch up with what he'd just experienced. He had been with the green eyed elf-like woman...then he had seen everything. A war against illithids, a place called Visek, enormous...gods? How could he address the situation before him when he was trying to process something like that?

But he didn't have much choice. The shock from the entire experience had left Saiza sprawled out on pure white. Hesitantly, he got to his feet. The things were grotesque, and he avoided looking into their faces. A swallow, and then. "Mind telling me who you are and why I'm here?"

[Kodos]

The response came from nowhere and everywhere.

From without.
From within.

Y̵̢̌͐ͬͭͪͩw̸̷̢̿̈̋ͮ̽̔ͦ̉ͣ̓͑̊̑͌͡a̔́̊ͧ̓ͭ̊̐̚͏̷̶̧̡q̑ͦ̉̑̆̑ ̵̷̑̒ͧ̐ͩ̆ ̴̶ͧ̃͊̓ͩ͗ͮ̆̌̾͑͂ͤ̒̀ͦ̋̚̚m̷̵͒̎͐̅̎̚͘͢a͒͗̀͊̀͝͡q̒̓̾̓̀ͥ͋ͥ̍ ̴ͥͭͤ̀͐̌ͩ͠͡ ̶̾ͫ̎͐̿̇̾̋ͯ̓͋͑̈̆͂̂́͞o͒̓͑̒ͯ̽̒̏̄ͬͩ̊ͮ͌̇́̚͞͏óͨ̂̂ͥ̏̀ͬ̾͐ ̨̈́ͫ̽́ͮ̕͠͠u̵̧ͬ͂͛ͩ͆ͣ̉ͭ;̶̡̃̆̑͗ͭ͂̾ͮ͒̆̓̾ͩ̚ ̿ͩͭ̌̑͊ͮ̒̋ͥ͑҉̀y̧ͫͯͦ͋ͧ̇͗ͫ͐̌̎̌̅ͣ̌̆͗̔͗w̵̐ͧ͛̔̃̏͛҉͞ăͤ̈́̎ ̶̴̢̒́̕q̶̢̛ͮ̏͊̑͒̋̄ͨ͛̋̅ͤ̅ͧ̅ͪ͗́͜͞ ̶̑ͪ̈̋̊ͩͩ̅̉͐̓̎ͦͬͭ̊̊ͤ́̚͞m͌̌͐̊͝҉̢͟â̾ͬ̂̇͊̋̿ͨͮ͂͒́̓ͮ̑̈́͋ ̶̕͏̷̀q̧ͤ̆ͥ̾̍̽ͫ̇̓͑̾̅̈̍͗͌ͧ̊͑́͟͝ ̶̧̢ͤͦͭͥ̽̿ͣ͌̅͊͂̂̀s̊̎̏̓͂ͥ̾̾̽ͤ̃͛͘̕s̈́ͪ̏ͣ̚͏̵̡a̴ͬ̈́ͬͬ̽͒͝͠ ͏̀g̸̨̎̍ͧ͆̒͑̑ͭ̓̈́ͤ͂̎͠ģ̨̒͊̊̈́̂̈͑̍ͨ͏̛͢hͮ̉͋́͗ͪͭ͌̾ͥ̒̑̔ͣ͊ ̷̸̔͛̈́̏͠͡҉.̴̶̋̊ͨ͐̑ͧͮ̎̓͌͐͂ͪ̚̕͟ ̷̵̧ͮ̔͊̀͌͆ͩ̅̾̄̑ͦ͒͝Y͋̐ͦ̍̏ͤ̅̏ͤ̚͏͢w̸̢ͭ͌̐͐̀̐ͦ̆̑ͣ͆̔̈́̏̚͠ a̶̸̷̛ͣ̔̇ͮͮ̑̓̅ͨͪ̂͟q̾͒͗ͭͩ͋̌̀̍ͥ͊̎ͮ̓ͩ̐҉̛ ̵̡͐ͤ̽ͪ͋̀͞͞m̴̴̡͂ͭ̊̄ͭ̒̃͢͞a̡̽ͣ̎̈̈ͫͣͬ̀͒̐̚͜ ͥ̌ͨͬ̈́̈̒̿͆҉̴s̨ͮͥ͒ͣ̎̐̓̈ͪͮͬ́̕͞h̸̶̍ͧ̎̄ͤͯ͋ͥ͗̑̉̑ͩ́g̔ͧ̉̋̊ ̴̴̉̿̐'̸̉̌ͥͣ̕f̷̛̎͐̒͂̅̈́ͬ͌ͨ̀̕͟ḩ̸̧̃̾̇ͩ͘͟nͭ̇̀͆͋̾̇ͨ̎̑̈̋ ̴̴̨͑̉̈́͘.̧̈́̉͋̎̆͆́ͨͯ̓̎̓ͥ̐́̚̕͘͟
̶͑̽̀̅͗̈́̌ͩͬ͑̒̓͒̎H̨a̵̷̴͘s͜͟t̸̨̀͞ù̴̶r҉ ̵̸́ḿ͠à̸̸҉ ̸̨͘͝p̢̢͞h̷͜͟g͡w̵҉̷͏a̸̢̕͜'̧͢͞͡͝c̨͜͞u͢͠l͏́͠ ̶h̵̕ǹ̵a҉́͘k̡f̴̢̢̛̕.̸̷̕
̷̢͏N͝y̷̧̛̕͞a͘̕ŕ̡͝ļ̛͟͢a̧̛͠t̸̴̷͟͢h̴̨͝ò̶t̡͘҉è̵̛p̨ ̨͟͠ ̸҉̵̢p̴͞͏ù̸̕͜ú̀͜ĺ̷́͞ ̵͘͟s̷̶̛ḱ̕͘͝s̷̛͜h̡͞҉̕g҉n̢̨͟҉̀:̴̴̴͟ ͞͞o̷̧̨n̵̛͝'͟m̡͟a̵͟͟ ̨̀͢͝y̷̴̵e͘͡͝h̵̡̀͠'̀͘͏̡̕g̡̀l̷̕͞u̸͏̵ ̷̶͢͡z̴̀͜u̢̡͞q̕.̨͟͝
T̴̵̛̫͔̬̬̤̪͓̞̬̻͖̯͉̗̦͕͉̕ͅḩ̵̻̭͓͈͔͎̼̘̠̗̻͉ǫ̴̠͈͇̹̙̻̮͡ͅ ̞̟̖͇͇̙̜o̢͔̤̗͚̞͙̼͎͚͢ͅņ̭̺͖̰̗̻͓̩͕̫̥͍̱̗̮͡ͅ ̛̪͙͙͔̱̞̰͎̹̖͡w̛̙̞͎͖͇͎̻̠̖̜̣͉̱͍͢͟͝͠g̷̭̘̩̟̬̪͖̥͔̩̩̰̯̱͘͞ ḁ̠͚̻̀͘ẖ̨̟̜͇̳̩̟̣̯̯̗̦̫̞͡ͅ'̶̡̺̱̱̝̝͕͓̱̱̲̘͞n̸̢̙̥͈͞͞ͅͅ ̬̙̘͇̹̟̬̥̩̦͖a̧̜̺̹͢͜͝ͅg͜͏̶̟̫̥̜̹̩͉̠̗͇͇̝̟̠͎̀͠l̨̲͘̕ ͖͙͓͙ ̵̡̘̬̦̮͖͔f̨̜͚̝̯͇̤̼̜͚͠ḩ̶̥̻͍̣͖̬͚̲̬̱͖̙͈̥̩̞̥͢͜͜ͅt͞҉҉̫͚ ̹̖̱à̡҉͝͏̳̺͈̹͙͕͇̰͈̜̥̰̫̤͈͙̞̪͓ģ̡̧̙̩̖͟͜ͅņ̮̼̗͕̗͔̕͜͡͞ ̼̻̺̦.̶̢̻͇̜̫͈͖̲͈͟͞

[Alexander_Hamilton]

"Ywaq...maq...whatever..." Saiza threw his hands up. "Of course! It's so obvious! Thank you for clearing that up! I'm so glad you brought me all the way here to give me that vital and highly useful piece of information!" He shook his fist at...everything. This whole environment seemed bent on harassing him to no purpose. "I am so tired of this!"

[Kodos]

T̛̲̭̜͑̽͢H̴̴͚̼̼̯ͫ̉̍̋͛̿͝E͉͈̱̙̖̯̖̹̐͑ͫ̕̕͘ ̬̖̦̹͕͕̭͚̮ͬ̄̿͝V̛̓̒̽͒̚҉͏͓̰̖̠͎̙E̱ͩ͜I͔̹͂̕͟L̷̨͕̥̣̜͕͋̐̅ͤ ͚ ̴̓̾҉͓̖̳̗͙I͉̍̌ͭ̍̂ͦͫS̪̹̙̜̬̟ͭ͗͟ ͖̲́̒ͪ͂̅L͗ͮͨ͗ͩͣ̃҉҉̩̼͖̟̣̭̜͖̣Ị̸̭̠͍͎̆ͩF̳̩̆̽́̀̕T͗̅̍̒ͬ̚ ̨̯̦̗̻̬İ̷̻͕͓̈́̅ͥͤ̇͊̽ͣ͘͠Nͯͯͮ̈ͪ̑̉͏̦̞G̵̨̺͖̥̋ͭ,ͭ̓̆͑̓ͩ̍̑ ̷͙̰͢ ̷̴͇̺͙͂̌̓̂ͅS̩̣͇̼̾͡A̸̢̳̭̯̖͖̝ͫ̔̽͊̾̚̕I̡̱̘͙̖ͦ̂ͪͭͮ͐̾ͦ͝Ẑ ̱̖̳̙̳͈̭͌̿ͦ̏͑̅̓̑ͅA̶̸̶̤̹̜̟͍̎ͫ ͉͚͖͔̳͆ͪ̉͒̐͊̚A̺̖͓̭̥͇ͬ͐͒ͨ͑ͧ͢͡Ȗ̶̡̧̗͎ͧͥ͂̋͆L͋́́͏̙͓̖͝A͂ ̢̜̹̝̩̮̫̳͇͘͠Z͇̰͖̯̽̈́̏͐ͧ̕͟ͅ.̯̜̠̞͉̹ͬ̾ͭ̕͢͠



I̸̮̦̼̻̜̠̫̫̙͖̫͎̠̬͕ͨ́̾̄͂̑͛ͬͫ́͟͜͝ͅ ̶̡̹̲͈̳̻̪͇͛͗͋͊̍͡ͅS̸̴̈́̄̊͒ͥ̅̀͜҉̥̰͈̟̣̼̼̼͙͓̳͍̖̠̭̠ͅËͥ͂̃ ̌̂҉̨͚̹̞͙̱̱̣̩͍͙̥́E̵̝̺̜̲̰͔͍̒ͦ̽̅̇̈́̍͜ ̞̙̺̲͖̠͈̻̗̜̙̗̄͌̽̀͂͛̈ͪͫ͂͑͂͌̉͑̾̚͡ͅͅY̧̿͛̍͗̂͛̂̊̎̀̍ͫ̓̚҉͢ ̸̙̦̞̗̤̥̰͈̙̦͎̻̰͕̯̜͚̗͖O̷̭̩͚͓̰͖̮̟̦̪͔ͥͧ͊ͧ̒ͣͧͮ̊̿̄̕U͑ͮͬ̆ ̧̢̻͖̟̩̪̭̾̾͋.̈̐̍̋̔͛ͪ҉̡̦͙̘̭̫͞

Scores of black tentacles shot forth from the Monolith/Hole In the World, grabbing and entwining around Saiza.

There was a buzzing in his head.
The noise was unbearable.

Music. Music now.
So beautiful. So horrible.

Don't you hear them?
They're singing.

BEYOND THE VEIL, T͏̡̧͟H̴̡̕E̷͡Y̶̷̡͡.̴̸̢͠͡ SING.


G̷̷̥͔̱̲̹͑͋̾͊̚̚Ǔ̠̩͖̯͓̖͇͖̩̊̆̊ͣ͑̓L̫̳̜ͬͬ̌ͭ̀'͙̪͈͕̂̎ͮͫ̏ ̳̰̼K̵̟͍̥͍͚͆ͨ̐͗̃͠À̢̯̠͉͚̪̦̲̠̚ͅF̤̺͉̹͔͛ͣ͛͐͌͑H̸ͨͥ̿̍̽̾̚ ͕̺̠̩̣̪ ̴̦͓͕͇̯̑͂̂͊̽̅ͣͭ̏A̶̞̤̥̼̙͖͇̰ͤ̂͂̊̓̔ͣŇ̟̻̮̭͉̗̬͚̜̉͟'̽̍ͬͬ ̵̳̗̣̤̦̈́ͭͩͮ͂́S͚̜̼̗͙̖͌̋ͩ́͟H̴͑ͪ͆́̆̿̋҉͈̜̳͚̻E͓͕ͬ̋̑ͬ̚̚͠L ̜̰̘̥̙ͪ̽̋͋͞!̵͎̝͓̹͓̜̲̇̕͝ ̘̱͕̝͍ͬͮ̓͗ͬ͠Y͎̼͓͕̞̯̭̔͌́́ͅO̥̺̩̭̪̰̲̹̅ͯ̓́̑̀Q̵̛͌̌͌̍̊̐̎́ ̲̰̭̥'̡̠͎͚̮̦̟̦̅͗͑ͨ̀̕A̾ͣ̇̏͋ͧ҉̰̝̬͈͉̖͖̯ͅL̶̺͙̠͎͂͌̃ͧ͂́̚͘ ̗ ̢̮ͥͥ͌̚S͈͍̺̼͎̺̺͖̑̆̒ͬH̴͍̪̘̟͔̉̈́͗̃ͨͪ̈ͅN̵͓̘͉̙͒̚ ̵̧̪̻̠̺̥͚̩̥̟ͮ͗͞Ķ̛̗͙̱̅͂̇̍̋̏Y̡̯̺͓͎̔̋̊̈ͥͧ ̓͂͐͆͘͏̙͇̥̼̲̻̤͔͟Y̡͈̣̥͇̪̔ͭ̅́ͥ̿̂ͯ͟W̷̠̣̍ͥͣͅA̶̳͎̠͇͌̌̿̑ͮ ̺͔ͅQ̬ͬͫ̑̑ ̲̼̞̐̇̉̂̀ͧ͞N̞̲͈̪̬̮ͮ͊Ṵ̼̬̠̭̪̟͐͆̅ͯͥ̅̔ͦ͢Ǘ̹̩̝̺̜ͯ̌͌͛̓ͨL ͙͖͓͋͌!̹̙͈͙͊ͨ͊͠


His head was going to explode.

His head exploded.

Then the tentacles tore him apart and pulled the pieces into the monolith/hole.

Then he was hole again.
Then he was whole again.

Then he was falling again.

*

In Korshim, the Plague of Flesh roils across the metal plains.
In Nidor, the Great Poison bleeds across the world.
In Ugarit, the Deep Ones ravage across the deeps.



Ǎ̄̔҉͠L͗͂ͣ͐̐ͤ̍̃͌L̡ͭ͟ ̨̧ͬ͑̒͗D̶͑̓̂̍̾͒ͮͦR̐̍̔̋̚É̷͌͌ͦÁ̸̴́͟M̛ͪ̏͊̿̌҉Sͩ̓͡ ̅W̑ͮͮ̅Ǎͫ́ͥ͐͠K̢͌ͥ͂͒I̷̶̅͆͛͊͢Nͧ͛ͦ͢G̒͑͒̎ͬ͠.̾̐͐̾̒̽ ̵
T̷̯̜̳̣̜͇̦̳͉͓͍͙̲̙̙͖̠́ͅH͎̼̮͎͘͠E̢̫͍͓͖͢͝ ̜̪͇̺͖̱͎͙͓͉͢͝ͅV̩͇͔̟̱̣̲̺̠̖̬̙̺̫̰͘͜͝ͅE̵҉͕̺͕̭̦̟͓̥̣̖̻̻͓̙ ̠̻̥ͅI̡̫̘̭̼̣͓̜̦͕̜̰͕̬̹̯͇L̸̛͇͉̲̲̙̖̞͇̰͖͉̯̼̠̝̪̭͜͞ ̛͇̪̠̰̖̳͇̤̟̥̺̣̻̻̳͍̱ͅI͖͖̘͈͉̣̟͟͠ͅS͕̥͓̩̠̗͝ ̸̧̨̖̘̳͍̗̥̣͖̘̳̪̕͢L͍̗̝̟̝̪̲̤͘͠I̛͇̰̬̟̯͕͓̙̤͉̤͘F̷̸̭̻̳̭̠͠ ̜̦̹͉͍̥̟͕̖̺̩̙̻̭T̶̘͈̭̪̜̕͟͡I̛͔̥̝̖̗̖͕͇̞̮̹̖̰̼̘̼͢ͅN̶̰̪͕͞ ̠̳̞̜͙̭̗͔͕̖̠ͅĢ͉̤̗͝.̷̨̖̲̠̘̞̣̞͔̘͠ͅͅͅ



And then Saiza woke up.

[Alexander_Hamilton]

Saiza didn't want to get up.

What the hell had just happened? Why was this happening to him?

As sickened as he was, there was less angst in the thoughts than usual. Elder Gods, Ilithids, and warfare across the planes... These dreams were making him miserable, but they looked minuscule compared to a possible apocalypse.

He needed Mathias. He crawled over to where the mystic slept and gave his shoulder a shake.

[Kodos]

Mathias melted. The walls melted. Everything melted away into an endless black abyss.

Except Saiza. He was falling. No sense of anything.

So cold. So dark.

Tentacles were holding him, now - although he could not see them. Something enormous was here, with him.

Saiza was so small.

A great voice addressed him coming from everywhere without. It was similar to, but not identical to, the horrific voices from earlier.

Y̦̐͐̂͒̃̎̽ͅo̷̪͙̦̿ͤ͑͗̈́̾̑ú̷̮͓͈̬̝͈̔̓̓ͣ̒͗̚͜ ̶̋ͯ͒͑͂ͯ̀ͦ͞҉͎̦̰̙̖̬̜ą͙̥͕̭̟́̍̾͐͜͞ͅr̴̻̘̯̜̳ͫ͂ͭͣͮę̍̈͗͡ ͎̩̗ ̻͙͎̤͚͗ͣn̸̳̼͔͍̞̩͖͍ͣ̈́̽̍ͦ̄̇̐͜o̷̧͔͔̝̪̥͗̈́̒ͧ̓̐̌ͨ̚͠t̸̸ͪͯͅ ̰̘͔͍͎͍͙ ̵̢͓̰̱̤̠͒̓̀̕Sͨ͑́͒̑̏̋͏̸̼̳̯͇͓̬͔a͔̦͚͑̒͜r̛̭̝͙̖̰͈͔ͬ̈͘n̆͑ ̢̙̝̹͒͞ḁ̠̯͓͕̆̀͑ͨͯt̡̹̲̻̙͆͌̃̌̃͛ͬ̈ͅh̷̻̼̙̻̍̄͗͊ͬ̊͗̂ͤ̀̕. ̀҉̗̱͓̲

[Alexander_Hamilton]

Saiza screamed as the world collapsed. Though he had just recently been pulled through a vast and endless abyss of existential despair, falling into one while (apparently) awake was not something he expected.

Twisting fruitlessly among the tentacles, Saiza snarled, "Fuck you and goddamned Sarnath!"