(Warning: Fan Fiction for my D&D campaign and Lovecraft. Yes, I know it’s spelled Cthulhu.)

As the group of “heroes,” as loosely as they could be called that, stepped together onto the wooden bridge, Poetry Nowhere called for a rest. Po, as she preferred to be known, was a Tiefling warlock who served as the group’s cleric.

“Uhm, before we go any further, I’d like to say a prayer,” she asserted.

Palleus rolled his eyes. “Po, look, you’ve been nice and all, but we don’t have time for all your religious needs. We have a world to save, remember?” The half-Elf suffered no time for fools.

“It will only take a few minutes!” Po chirped. “And it’d really make the Great Old One happy to hear from us again.”

Thrakk smiled. “Let the demon talk.” The half-Orc wasn’t particularly fond of Po’s penchant to talk about her god so much, but he enjoyed annoying his elven companion.



Po, in her usual, cheerful manner, ignored Thrakk’s slur and continued. “Thank you. If you would all observe reverence in whatever way you see fit…” Po closed her eyes and raised her hands up to the sky, tilting her head back to call to the heavens. “Oh Great Old One, oh Great Cthulu, Monarch of the Mar, Waker of the Waves, we call out to you as we begin this, the first step of our journey. Our long and toilsome journey. We ask you for guidance as we press forward, for you are infinitely wise in your ways, and your tendrils extend to the faithful in heart.

“In the First Age, you gave unto the Elder Majeure the Power, by which he enacted your will upon the unfaithful, whose destructive ways burdened and imprisoned your people. In this way, we ask you to bestow on us your power, as you have awakened us to, so that your will may be done through us.

“When Majeure’s heart grew dark and corrupted by the unfaithful, you gave the unnamed hero Courage, by which he challenged Majeure’s power and returned him to the path which your tentacles paved. His mission successful, the hero returned to obscurity, his Humility preventing him from obscuring your will. We ask that you give us the courage this hero held, so that we will not retreat in the face of danger and will continue on until our mission, too, is completed. We also ask for his humility in our victory, so we are not overcome by our arrogance.

“In the Second Age, we Majeure’s heir, LaNuette, awoke to your truth, you blessed her with the Wisdom to unite the faithful under one rule and achieve true harmony in cooperation with your will. Grant us this wisdom in our encounters with the unfaithful, in our efforts to overcome the obstacles placed against us, and in our dealings with each other.

“In the Fourth Age, when your people were once again persecuted and divided for their beliefs, you raised up a champion who Protected your people from the wrath of the unfaithful. As you protecrted this champion, we pray that your hand would watch over and protect us from those that seek ill will against us.

“We ask these things of you, not because we believe that our futile attempts to control this world’s fate are the wisest, but because we believe that, if this path is your will, then we cannot travel it without you. In all things, we ask that your will be done and that you guide us in following your will. For yours is the Power, and the Courage, and the Wisdom, and the Glory, forever and in all things. Amen.”

Po lowered her hands and opened her eyes. Her observation gave her a slight frown: her companions hadn’t really moved, and probably hadn’t done much in terms of reverence.

“Well, I don’t hear anything,” Palleus defied. “Seems like Cthulu doesn’t like your verbosity-”

Thrakk punched Palleus in the arm, knocking him to the side a few steps. Thrakk then turned to Po and patted her on the back, pushing her forward on their trail. “Half-Elf talks too much.”

