Lost Tablets

Created by Hatecaster/Jalim

Fragment of Mesheshbi

Ye of weak, powerless body and stupid mind who pursues what is ahead.
Hear our thoughts. Be subservient to our will.
O, though we were noble, why did we collapse?
Unable to reduce ourselves to become puny,
we shall impress upon this world our will.

Fragment of Ygorud

Within the temple Karsus rests our legacy.
It shall be given to the one who shall bring forth the awakening.
A will too great to be contained within a weak, powerless body.
Ye who shall bring forth the awakening,
carry on our will.

Fragment of Qyphioron

We found the pathetic ones here within this land.
Of both feather and fur, with dumb minds to match.
Be thankful, puny ones.
We shall allow you to serve.

Fragment of Aezeirrurth

O, sad, dumb-minded ones, don’t you remember?
How do you like the minds which we hath presented you?
We can grant and take as so we please.
Strive hard, pathetic ones.
Fulfill our will.

Fragment of Frundroarrieg

Oh shit.
The ones who are puny hath brought forth something big.
From a remote corner of the puny, dumb-minded ones’s lands.
Real big ones, with ferocity to match.
All fools which fail to heed our words.
Puny avain dumbasses, fulfill our will!

Fragment of Miamru

Foolish, pathetic little gnats.
Gnats buzzing about in the air.
Die, puny gnats.
We shall speak with the leader of the large ones.
They have expressed interest in fulfilling our will.

Fragment of Starquill

To the small ones, we shall pass on our wisdom.
Yes, our very secret to the strength to rule.
Those who do not abide are not eternal.
This land is ours.
Screw the scaled-ones and their string-puller.

Fragment of Menoetius

Something is amiss.
There exists two puppet-masters, and two bodies in which they reside.
Seriously, what the fuck?
Perhaps they seek to trade bodies through death.
Both master and slave can die together.

Fragment of Demeter

The eldritch is the life for the puppet-master;
the decaying body holds a sleeping soul.
Dam up that fell river of magic;
that should do the trick for the witless horde too.

Fragment of Ialdrinerth

Winged, puny fleas, shameless imitators of the arcane,
Our land is dead. Our nation rots.
Your pathetic attempts to stop us – we are cutting that in two.
Fulfill our will. Seriously, fulfill our will.
That land is ours.

Fragment of Xegoass

Puny little idiots, with your dumb, stupid wisdom.
Ye witless that inhabit clay dolls.
Fulfill our will.
It has decayed.
We shall leave only our noble will.
What hath become of the seal?
Seal it. Seal it with the Seal of Blood.
Than, deprived of power, both masters should disappear.
Fulfill our will. Fulfill. Our. Will.

Fragment of Impulse

Oh, ye foolish dumbass little clay bird,
Awaken that sleeping, nasty-ass beast.
Then, make use of the seal. The Seal of Blood.
The Seal which should not be.
Offer 7 skulls to the seal.
Offer them to our decaying temple, so that the land may live again.
Our stupid, decaying temple.