The stars had aligned and after travelling far across the ocean they had finally found the dank antediluvean city the object of all their travails.
“Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn” the cultists chanted standing before the cyclopean stone portal, it’s non-euclidian form carved with eldritch engraving and partially covered with fungoid growth.
Despite the ululating summons nothing happened.
“Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn” chanted the acolytes again.
Had they not made the correct sacrifices?
Had they not enough spent years in devotion?
Fervently the loathsome disciples began their incantation once more and this time the portal swung open to reveal a noisome tenebrous interior, a large tentacle waved briefly from the opening and a foetid smell assaulted their senses as a voice spoke in a timbre not heard since the very beginning of the world.
“CAN YOU KEEP THE NOISE DOWN I’VE GOT A SPLITTING HEADACHE?”