Deep within a hall, surrounded by molten rock, the mighty Criccthulhu sat upon a throne of pure obsidian. Clasped within his mighty hand he held a drinking horn of a triceratops, hollowed to the point and filled with enough mead to make a platoon drunk. this was his fifth drink. The near boiling liquid resembled molten gold, shining like the which was drapped around his bull like neck. The tourques were as thick as a maidens wrist. In his other hand he held his sword. It was no thing of beauty, but it's powers were beyond comprehension. Brooding at the pitiful event that had been the destruction of the other dimension he bellowed for one of his hooded acolytes. At his below the entire mountain and land for miles around shook. As one of the servents risked to find his masters wish, a boulder fell and smashed him to a pulp. Roaring with laughter Cricco called for another. As this one approached Cricco explained what he wished. The acolyte scrambled away to spread his lords word.
"To all that wish to have the benevolent gaze of Criccthulhu over them should sacrifice that which is most prescious to them, and construct a shrine or temple to his might. After this great gifts will be bestowed upon ye."
all the better for a sacrifice. In this war there is no room for bystanders! All will perish! All will burn! The baledfires of the victorious dead will burn for a whole moon! Their enemies souls will wander the shadow world for eternity! Only one diety will succede! I swear on my oath that diety will be me!