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From the briny darkness

The missionaries rose

They bid the land folk sacrifice

To the gods below.

They offered sunken gold

With a bounty of fish to devour

The scaly priestess raised her staff

To evoke her powers.

Priestess of the deep, and the herald of terrestrial demise.

Chanting sermon spells, the dire divinations mesmerize.

True to her word

Sanctified by the priestess’ spell

The town was spared the horrors

From where the great ones dwell.

To the cerulean depths

First born sons and daughters condemned

Generations despoiled

By the maritime men.

Priestess of the deep, anointed in the cloister of the blackest lagoon

Chanting sermon spells, to beckon storms and the deadliest monsoons

The fearsome tides, the leviathan’s bride

The blasphemies from the salty seas

The temple gates wherein the priestess awaits

The chosen few; she’s calling for you!

The daughter of the Hydra

Preaches the mystic ways

Hungry oceans rising

For the end of days.

Priestess of the deep, and the harbinger of the surface dwellers’ doom.

Waking from their sleep, forgotten monsters reborn from the sunken tombs.