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The bloodcurdling cries of the Ridend rang out into the night as the cult of C’thu rampaged through their woodland homes in the outback settlement of Wensnett, butchering without prejudice all who dared to stand in their path. The C’thunian Warriors snarled and spat as they brought their swords crashing down upon the skulls of their enemies, mauling and clawing at their foes as their slithering jaws snapped wildly. It was a blur of madness within the forest and the only way to distinguish the mature C’thunian from the younglings was by the length of the twisted tentacles that spewed forth from their slimy maws in a grotesquely tangled fashion. In every respect they were horrific to look upon and their characteristics were clearly gifted to them by the Last God whose image they resembled so greatly.

In the middle of the chaos an avatar of C’thu, a great Prime, directed the rabble. A being of pure filth, his corrupted flesh poured out from beneath his rusted armour and he dribbled from his dog like mouth as he spoke, muttering incoherently in a cursed tongue as he offered blood sacrifices to his patron.

The Hag Kin of the woodland realm watched helplessly from the shadows as the beasts slaughtered the Ridend children of the forest and torched their homes. There would surely be vengeance for this cruel deed acted out upon on them but for the time being, outnumbered and ambushed they were forced to simply observe as the monstrous Rapthorgul tore down the treetop homes of the peasants with startling ease; its jaws gnashing and slashing at the desperate victims as they tried to flee from the horror.

The Cult of C’thu had ambushed the Ridend for no other reason than to cause them suffering. There was no political or monetary gain to be gotten from the assault; it was simply destruction for the sake of it. The vicious hounds of Cantaaris had made their way into the village in the dead of night ahead of the main forces and killed many of the frail and the young, ripping their throats out as they slept. The youngling C’thunian Hunters had followed closely behind them, running ahead of their fathers and brothers in order to prove themselves and further their own status within the pack. In their attempt to prove their worth in the eyes of C’thu they had performed the most heinous and disgusting acts upon the Ridend, even going so far as to smother the tiny Ridend infants; snatching them from their cradles and the arms of their mothers, ignoring their harrowingly desperate pleas for mercy.

Those who were able to willingly took their own lives by plunging to the floor of the forest as they witnessed the slaughter of the infants, rather than live to become the playthings of the sick minded C’thu. Those who attempted to resist them were quickly put to the sword while the ruling Ridendean elders were resigned to suffer the worst torment imaginable.

The lords and ladies were stripped of their clothing and possessions before being presented before the Prime, they shook with fear as the combined forces of the C’thunian tore down their homes around them while the younglings sneered and spat at them. The Prime raised his arms to the heavens and roared his tainted curses loudly as he beckoned for the assistance of his god. A thick cloud of black smog fell over the elders, smothering them. They choked and gasped for air as the wind stripped the flesh from their bones and twisted them into a new unique form. As the smoke cleared all that remained of the elders was a gibbering mush of slimy flesh that slithered across the forest floor, warping and absorbing the bodies of the dead as the Cult of C’thu howled their harrowing songs of victory long into the night.