To Battle!: Pieces of a Puzzle

Trying all of his might and recruiting multiple companions, the thing still remained in this plane of existence. Dee stared with those burning red eyes that glowed like the moon above the dense forest he inhabited. 

Simply put, he should not be losing. He. Doesn't. Lose. The sticky blood of the Godspawn on his hands should be evidence of such, and yet, it still lives.

 

He remembered his trip to Miskatonic University. Checking out books and pulling bits and pieces of information on the entity that birthed the Godspawn. While he recognized the language of the Old Ones, arranging them was another thing. What to do… what to do…

Footsteps from behind pulled him out of his melancholy. Nearly silent, catlike steps on the wood grain floor behind him. Wouldn't you know, it was a cat. A rather skittish-looking biped of a cat, but a cat nonetheless. 

Anton, as he's called. This cat folk feared Dee, having jaws that could snap him up in one gulp. While he could blink away, who knows if he'd be fast enough to avoid that?

 

"Hey. You." Dee called back to the quiet stalker, "Mind helping me return this bitch to sender?"

Taken aback at first, Anton had to resist fleeing. But there was just something pulling him towards this stranger. "What… what is it you want?" 

"Simple." Dee stated in a soft tone. "I need to put together this chant. I already translated the text to a common language." He patted the table. Cat fellow looked too short for a chair to him.

 

Regardless, Anton took the chair offered to him. The raw fear and urgency to escape was only barely beaten by wanting that god awful Godspawn vanquished. Oh how his heart beat rapidly next to the apex predator beside him. Tall. Sharp teeth. He valued his 6th life too much to turn down this offer.

"I accept. What kind of poetry are we writing?"

Now looking upon the translated papers, Anton proceeded to assist the quiet old fellow. Dee was already busily jotting down prose. But as he hit a bump, he slid the page over. 

"Whereas the Old Ones meet, They will rise after the Godspawn walks the Earth. They lie waiting until the Godspawn is...stumped on the next part."

 

After a few dozen looks over, Anton's eyes sparked with a certain brilliance. "...Is banished once more, They will return to their rightful rule. Does that sound right?" The other only replied with a nod as he wrote down the added phrase. Vocabulary sheet was proving to be useful in this situation. Well, as well as a lengthy explanation of the Old Ones from Dee.

"Almost done then. I don't know how well "ruling after man" translates from this text but we shall see." Dee returned to writing down the incantation, soon changing parchment for a proper sheet. Cloth like material. Actually, no. Leather like. He did not state what it was. 

"And there we have it. Thank you, err…"

"Anton the Arcane." The well-dressed cat folk replied back. The only thought he had was of escaping now that he'd done his part. Dare Dee not ask to confront the Godspawn with him.

 

"Call me Dee." As a gift, he offered Anton a bone charm. Carved in the shape of a tentacled figure. "It'll help you. Promise." He didn't give Anton a chance to ask about it before he stepped away from the table.
But, the cat folk did believe a gift in return was in order, being a concept he firmly placed in his mind. He produced a flute made of hollow bones in return. Those bones once belonging to birds. Before Dee could even thank him, Anton had vanished. While the cat could use the vessel of a younger person, that soul inhabiting it must be removed.

That’s where he was now, perhaps Dee was the key to that. If the incantation even works. He made his way back to the house that stood in the wooded area he came from before. That wretched beast of writhing tendrils looking back with a vile sneer. She wasn’t afraid of him, but she should be. He pulled out the leathery parchment and read aloud:

“Whereas the Old Ones meet, They will rise after the Godspawn walks the Earth. They lie waiting until the Godspawn is banished once more, They will return to their rightful rule. Once the stars are right and the intruder has been dealt with, They will awaken from the depths. Ruling after man to reclaim their rightful throne, They will inherit the Earth once more.”

A blood-curdling screech was heard from the being- but, she still stood? That should have worked, what was going on? Wicked cackling could be heard from the amorphous thing that was once a young girl in front of the door of the house. This wasn’t the end of it… time to run! Or have a nice picnic. Wasn’t the first eldritch entity he knew, but third time’s the charm, right? They can’t be that angry.