>>6156607“Ooo~ Great One, I summon thee! For tonight, a feast is to be had with the most delicate of delicacies!” You can’t just rhyme a word with itself, man, “So that you may once again grant us your mercy! May our nets be forever full!” As he says this, the first tentacle breaches the water, a murky brown thing with black ring-like spots; two large ones wrap themselves around decayed pillars, seemingly made for it to pull itself up, “May our town forever be safe in your wondrous mists!” What pulls itself up appears to be a massive circular mouth that rises from the deep, with eight other tentacles that search the room before wrapping themselves in spots that look carved just for them. “Let my mind be yours~ Oo~ Great One!” Around the dark pinkish mouth seem to be dozens of smaller tentacles that grasp at the air and stone, searching for something. “Accept our sacrifice, O~ Great One! Accept it all!” The robed man says before walking backward with a bow, away from the swiping tentacles.
Johan is left both green and speechless at the sight of the goliath squid. But sadly, not for long as one of the smaller mouth tentacles touches the quivering and bound man on the floor and begins to wrap itself around the sobbing man’s body. Then, it lifts him into the air and dangles him. Then you notice what you assumed was that the interior inside its mouth is not. Instead of a mouth, this monster has a series of dark pink plates that come together like a phalanx, the cracks between them emitting a foggy steam that lingers in the rooms. Each plate moves with a loud creaking sound as the bound man dangles upside down in the air with a singular tentacle around his foot.
Then, with speed that makes it hard for even you to witness, the tentacle slams the man into one of its plates and begins to grate him like one would with sandpaper. Yes, sandpaper, what an apt description for the material its suspended plates seem to be made of because you very quickly see the skin shredded from his flesh, his meat torn from his bones, and bones shattered against the behemoth. All until nothing is left but a mound of mush drooling blood and gore into the cracks between the kraken's mouth-plates. Johan immediately vomits when all is said and done, just as the mayor and his posse of fishermen and cultists enter the room. Well, fuck.
>Hey, remember that equipment you “acquired” earlier? Now would be a good enough time to start throwing some molotovs around>Maybe you can use the kraken to your advantage? You doubt it actually discriminates between the cultist and non-cultist>Johan has to be able to summon something useful to kill the beast while you deal with the cultists? Maybe a bomb? Or some bleach?>[Write-in] 