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“Drive the unholy creatures back from the walls men we are the last bastion!” the sound of iron and steel slashing and arrows piercing flesh and the scales of lovecraftian horrors risen from the depths by Dagon to serve his champion, Vulgtmoth Hafh’drn whose first name would in future years would become synonymous with saint due to his piety and devotion.

Vulgtmoth Hafh’drn annoyance would grow at this hated fortress that insisted at defying his will and by extension the will of Dagon his deity, the true deity. Vulgtmoth Hafh’drn patience would only last three more days as he called upon a detachment of soldiers to go and fetch him every man, woman and child in the towns surrounding the castle under siege. When they had been brought to him he started to channel Dagon. Deep sea water and lighting swirled around him as he began to float, his hands raised to the sky he screamed “DAGON! MY LORD! TAKE THIS SACRIFICE AND GIVE UNTO ME YOUR GREATEST BEAST!”

The hundreds of people gathered in front of the Prophet were grabbed by a great hand of Holy Nyarlathotep; he vanished back to the great void to feed Dagon his sacrifice. In the moments after the vanishing of the sacrifices and Nyarlathotep a great beast began to materialise; its form was that of a giant Shoggoth.

When the Shoggoth arrived in the material plane Vulgtmoth Hafh’drn dropped down and the swirling madness around him dissipated and all could see that this summoning physically aged the Prophet his staff was swiftly brought to him to act as a cane.

He pointed the staff toward the castle walls and ordered a final assault which with the help of his new servant was over in a record pace.

The duke who tried so desperately to hold the castle was brought unto the prophet and Vulgtmoth Hafh’drn sacrificed him to Dagon in thanks and praise to his God.

“Drive the unholy creatures back from the walls men we are the last bastion!” the sound of iron and steel slashing and arrows piercing flesh and the scales of lovecraftian horrors risen from the depths by Dagon to serve his champion, Vulgtmoth Hafh’drn whose first name would in future years would become synonymous with saint due to his piety and devotion.

Vulgtmoth Hafh’drn annoyance would grow at this hated fortress that insisted at defying his will and by extension the will of Dagon his deity, the true deity. Vulgtmoth Hafh’drn patience would only last three more days as he called upon a detachment of soldiers to go and fetch him every man, woman and child in the towns surrounding the castle under siege. When they had been brought to him he started to channel Dagon. Deep sea water and lighting swirled around him as he began to float, his hands raised to the sky he screamed “DAGON! MY LORD! TAKE THIS SACRIFICE AND GIVE UNTO ME YOUR GREATEST BEAST!”

The hundreds of people gathered in front of the Prophet were grabbed by a great hand of Holy Nyarlathotep; he vanished back to the great void to feed Dagon his sacrifice. In the moments after the vanishing of the sacrifices and Nyarlathotep a great beast began to materialise; its form was that of a giant Shoggoth.

When the Shoggoth arrived in the material plane Vulgtmoth Hafh’drn dropped down and the swirling madness around him dissipated and all could see that this summoning physically aged the Prophet his staff was swiftly brought to him to act as a cane.

He pointed the staff toward the castle walls and ordered a final assault which with the help of his new servant was over in a record pace.

The duke who tried so desperately to hold the castle was brought unto the prophet and Vulgtmoth Hafh’drn sacrificed him to Dagon in thanks and praise to his God.