The Outer World- Dimension Yotrohtsoth

  The House of Yoth

  Cthulhu Yoth stands before the enormous altar which takes up more than two-thirds of his stone hearth. Surrounding the multicolor stones, within which a roaring fire burns, are the carved images of various gods and guardians--some of whom lie dormant or were slain by heroes past. Yog-Sothoth, Azathoth, Hastur, and Dagon. But most importantly, his own father. Cthulhu Yovothateth.

  Yovothateth, like every other Cthulhu elder before him, had taken his father's name when his time to rule had come. And rule, he had done. Many a human was slain by the mighty Yovothateth. Ships at sea; young men on a foolhardy quest; beautiful maidens--Whose townfolk had sent them as offering to the beast--; and those foolish enough to play with things they did not understand. None were spared. No matter their caste or creed. How the Earth did tremble with the might and fury of the ruthless Yovothateth.

  However, like all things, Yovothateth's reign had come to a swift end. The mighty Yovothateth was brought low by a sneak attack from an enemy he'd wrongly underestimated. The vengeful descendant of an esteemed alchemist which Yovothateth had slain almost two centuries before--human time.

  Many beings were sent to another plane of existence when the first armed warhead entered Yotrohtsothian Space. Using a combination of science, sorcery, and alchemy; the humans were able to breach the barrier between their dimension and Yotrohtsothian Space without difficulty.

  Nukes and energy blasts--reverse mana as they are now called--rained down upon the elders' palace and grounds. Then, came the endless waves of soldiers; in their armor blessed by the hands of magic. By the hundreds, their armored vessels pierced the interdimensional veil and dropped into the empire unbidden. Human, Terran, and beast alike were slain. Bodies lay everywhere. But only one corpse left a lasting impression upon the still remaining Cthulhu Yoth. That of his beloved father.

  Eventually, the invading forces saw the folly of their attack and withdrew from Yotrohtsothian Space. Yet, the damage had already been done.

  In a fit of rage, Mr. Yoth had chased the invaders into their own domain. Several of his fleet's ships never made it through the veil. The Terran and human forces had smartly laid a trap. Attempting to pierce the veil from the Yotrohtsothian side set off a cascading explosion at the point of entry.

  The flagship was badly damaged and disabled. While floating helpless in Yotrohtsothian Space, a Terran vessel seized the opportunity to board them. In a foolish effort to ensure the legacy of Yotrohtsoth would continue, Mr. Yoth had taken all of the remaining young with him on the ship. His hope had been to slip into another dimension and stash the yet unborn there for safekeeping. The rigged explosives, at the veil between dimensions, had ended all of that.

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  All of the eggs in the ship's hatchery were raided by the boarding party. Some of the eggs were crushed out of cruelty and spite. Others were stolen, to be experimented upon. His egg, the egg which contained his son with Maiden Cleaver, was not among the eggs found smashed aboard. So, without a doubt, the Terran Forces had taken it. Although, the top brass later denied it.

  Months later, with the signing of the Cthulhu Accords, Mr. Yoth had chosen to let the matter rest. No good can come from dredging up the past. Especially, when both sides are so eager to move forward. Though there have been other fair maidens, and many more offspring--any one of them has yet to bear him a son. In all of the nearly four decades since the egg was taken. Over eighty daughters has he. And almost as many fair maidens to call their mothers. It must be a sign from the universe. But what can it mean?

  A servant runs up at that exact moment. Cthulhu Yoth stops his musing and peers over one shoulder.

  "Master Yoth! There is word of the Nebulus!" the servant excitedly yells. "She's returned to the kingdom. She just entered Yotrohtsothian Space."

  Cthulhu Yoth whirls to fully face his servant, sparks of white light ripple through his tentacles and a smile turns up his odd mouth. A shiver appears to travel through the smaller tentacles covering most of his ancient face. Aurelia.

  "What of the crew? What is the Nebulus' condition? Captain Hilyard...What has become of her?"

  "She's fine," the servant says breathlessly, bravely stepping closer to his master. "In fact, the starship has barely a scratch. It seems, the aliens upon the planet they visited didn't put up much of a fight at all. But then again, they were no match for a mighty Cthulhu sorcerer."

  This last part of the servant's statement causes Mr. Yoth's neck tentacles to writhe. He narrows his eyes, studying the servant carefully.

  "A Cthulhu...What?" Mr. Yoth says, tilting his head to one side.

  "A sorcerer, Master. Oh...Did I not tell you? There is a Cthulhu cousin with them. He is unknown to me. But he wears an amulet from the House of Yoth. Or...So, I'm told. He is your kin. Perhaps, he is a descendant of the Thousand Time Wanderers? That was before our time, Master. We would not know him."

  Mr. Yoth's tentacles become infused with purple and red streaks. He inhales deeply and dares to hope. He speaks almost to himself.

  "No. I think not."

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  Ten minutes later, Mr. Yoth's hopes are confirmed. He gazes upon the very youthful Cthulhu kin making his way towards the palace steps. So youthful, in fact, that the youngster still lacks the characteristic rubbery skin and tentacles which will cover his face at the age of maturity. Mr. Yoth takes a single step forward, standing only inches from the top of the palace steps.

  "My son!" Mr. Yoth whispers to no one.