Board Thread:Forum Roleplays/@comment-26063164-20150522051330/@comment-26084195-20150527052144

The five recently purchased Malkash slave women (typing that feels wrong) were brought to a small, ordinary, unassuming house in Innsmouth. There waited Chakk'thor, waiting on a rather plush albeit a bit worn couch. The rest of the house was much like the couch. Comfortable, but a little worn. Chakk'thor himself seemed to be mercifully without the queer genetic defect so rampant in Innsmouth. Were it not for his scars, he may have been considered handsome.

He smiled when he saw the slaves. "Well well well, what do we have here. You got them I see. How much?"

"1,000 silver coins apiece."

Chakk'thor, who had gotten up to inspect their new acquisition, stopped in surprise. "That little, for such a fine species? I'm surprised." He continued a thorough inspection. "Well, they're everything you said they'd be and more. I'm half tempted to keep one for myself. Only through the strength C'thulhu gave me can I resist such urges. But we have a deadline, and a promise we don't want to break. Let us take them to the shores."

The High Priest and two other priests, garbed in ceremonial black robes, waiting with the slaves at the shore of the river. At exactly twelve o clock, Chakk'thor spoke.

"Oh, great deep ones! We have brought you that which you require! Accept these, the best specimen we could find, as vessels for that which you seek to do."

The waters near the shore began to bubble....

A very short while later...

Chakk'thor stealthily reentered his house in Innsmouth. The deed being done, the other priests had returned to their own homes. He smiled as he settled in to bed. That had been very successful indeed.