Like froth before a wave, hundreds of misshapen abominations arose from the water (http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xzv7AdV2TGE/TgxVsco40hI/AAAAAAAAAa8/FKXK0Krc2uk/s1600/CthulhuSpawn.jpg) and stormed onto the land (http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs51/f/2009/339/d/f/Cthulhu_Spawn_by_ianllanas.jpg) of the City while their great Master was still wading towards the Apocalypse. There was no uniformity to their grotesque forms, for they were the Spawn of chaos itself, implacably and mercilessly hostile to the very concepts of reason and consistency.
While they were all essentially miniature versions of the massive Thing in the Harbour, some ran on four legs while others shambled on two or glided on loathsome bat-wings on their backs. Some were larger than the others, some spewed toxic slime at their targets as well as lashing out with inhuman strength, some had revoltingly soft and rubbery flesh while others were armoured beneath blue-green scales, but they were all united by their one overriding reason for existence. The demon Spawn existed only to kill and kill and kill, and as they stormed into the City it was only with the goal of indiscriminate destruction.
They heaved parked cars up off the streets and hurled them into buildings, tore open doors and shattered windows in search of defenceless flesh to devour. Wherever they found life they pounced on it to tear and shred, and wherever they found an absence of prey they contented themselves with smashing and ruining all they could. They gibbered deliriously throughout their horrific revelry, exulting in the coming slaughter. The entire metropolis would serve as a charnel sacrifice to prelude the cataclysm that was about to be unleashed. So it was that the Spawn of the Emissary tore into the City and its defenders with the eagerness of feasters who know that the main course was just about to come.
AGAINST THE SPAWN OF THE EMISSARY
While they were all essentially miniature versions of the massive Thing in the Harbour, some ran on four legs while others shambled on two or glided on loathsome bat-wings on their backs. Some were larger than the others, some spewed toxic slime at their targets as well as lashing out with inhuman strength, some had revoltingly soft and rubbery flesh while others were armoured beneath blue-green scales, but they were all united by their one overriding reason for existence. The demon Spawn existed only to kill and kill and kill, and as they stormed into the City it was only with the goal of indiscriminate destruction.
They heaved parked cars up off the streets and hurled them into buildings, tore open doors and shattered windows in search of defenceless flesh to devour. Wherever they found life they pounced on it to tear and shred, and wherever they found an absence of prey they contented themselves with smashing and ruining all they could. They gibbered deliriously throughout their horrific revelry, exulting in the coming slaughter. The entire metropolis would serve as a charnel sacrifice to prelude the cataclysm that was about to be unleashed. So it was that the Spawn of the Emissary tore into the City and its defenders with the eagerness of feasters who know that the main course was just about to come.