Dreadnaut

Once again it falls to the great King Elgar to save the universe—or I screwed things up so badly that I have no choice but to save the universe. People started calling me King Elgar after my hero complex when I got stuck with the job of sealing Ryptose the World Ender to the Hell-Sword last October because I’m the only necromancer left in existence.

Speaking of that, did you know every three-hundred years Cthulhu comes back to our universe to parley with the psionic community through a group of necromancers? Me neither. Too bad all the necromancers but fourteen-year-old me are dead. You’d probably hate to be the loser who got stuck having to answer to Cthulhu without any guidance or ability to speak ancient demonic. I’d ask the Holy Council for help, but I’m pretty sure they’re hoping this whole Cthulhu reunion goes sideways; just a feeling.

At least my friends always have my back. Wait till you see Andrew’s new getup. Not saying we’d win in a battle against Cthulhu... but.... How big can Cthulhu actually be anyway?