High winds blew from the north. His thin eyes looked out across the desert of snow, crystals of spiritual blue show the way through the dark. It came and he could not stop it. He did not want to stop it. He had called and now it travelled forth into the world.

  -AWKBATH the Chaotic Evil-

  The winds grow stronger. Snow swirls around the man-made circle. Howls from the other side filled his ears, vibrations shook the bones. His hair pulls away from his body. Cold, bitter cold; Hot, painful hot. Red, blue, yellow, green, orange, purple, black, white, and grey slash through the nighttime.

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  He sees it now, a faceless mass. It eyes twist around the head. Teeth.

  AWKBATH: WOW, IT’S SO NICE UP HERE

  Cultist: “Awkbath, I have called you from… What?”

  AWKBATH: IT’S NICE UP HERE. HI, I’M AWKBATH, YOU CAN CALL ME AWKIE.

  Cultist: “Um...ok. So AWKBATH, I have…”

  AWKBATH: AWKIE.

  Cultist: "Um... yeah. AWKB... AWKIE."