Last Time On D&D
In an interrogation by the group, this is what was discovered:
“Old man washed up on shore.
Was ranting about his ship sank and crew overrun by oil ink.
Ranting about Chaos God.
We take care of him, but he only get sicker.
Eyes go black, like oil ink.
Started spitting up oil ink on others.
We few lock him away in cage, not in jail.
On pier, away from everyone.
Others spit up on others.
Town began going mad.
Everyone turn against each other.
Some fled into desert.
We few fought to save.
Then Grummok surrounded and spit upon.
Grummok not die like this.
Grummok to die in battle."
“The plagues will come!
The waters will congeal into blood!
The twin moons shall menstruate crimson!
Chimera-spawn will spill onto the land!
Your cities will burn and crumble!
Your leaders will be corrupted!
Your skin will crack and split!
You will thirst!
You will die alone!
I shall unmake the world!
Your souls will be sucked into the void!"