The basement was as odd as ever. The shoggoth seemed to very hyper nowadays, constantly trying to make some new shrine out of the stones. Littered all over the basement was the failed projects the shoggoth seemed to constantly start. Alt attempted to traverse this minefield as he moved into a rather secluded room inside of the labyrinth that was Alt’s cellar. A long while ago Alt had lost one of his shoggoths to the ritual designed to revive him whenever Alt died. Alt was finally attempting to replace this lost servant through a summoning ritual into the shoggoths realm.
Alt stepped into the center of the circle, previously prepared for such incidents, and chanted in a low voice and in a language only those of Eldritch blood could understand. It was a call to any shoggoth that would answer, be it knowingly or unknowingly.
Alt stepped into the center of the circle, previously prepared for such incidents, and chanted in a low voice and in a language only those of Eldritch blood could understand. It was a call to any shoggoth that would answer, be it knowingly or unknowingly.
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