[center][h2][color=007236] Shattered Conch:
Black Sun, Point Lookout
Alexander Suttbray[/color][/h2][/center]

As Hemingway and a band of his best men led him through the town to the beach, Suttbray marveled at the change that had come over Point Lookout. The dark heart of the town was beating fervently, in tune with the dark beat in his head. The decrepit and mostly abandoned board walk town was suddenly bursting with cult warriors from the north, as men ran past him and spread throughout the camp. They were exactly what he wanted: a fearless host, well supplied and trained for whatever they might face. Now he just had to take command.

A fearsome chant of “DAL THRO! DAL THRO!” was heard before the vanguard was seen. But the town was small, so he came to the landing site soon enough. They had come in their own fleet, that was good. It might save them an overland march. Hundred of tons of ammo and guns were being placed on the sand. The lowly soldier that had come to Hemingway led them to the leader. He might not have recognized the beast before him as the leader if he hadn’t been shown. The super mutant 
was so old that its skin had turned a grey almost as dark as the chunks armor and metal wrought into its flesh. It didn’t scare him. As he understood, those closest Ug-Qualtoths black light made up quite the grotesquerie. But he doubted the war beast before him could be more than a rallying point with a whip.

Suttbray bowed before it as its pale eyes came upon him, though maybe not as deeply as he should have. “Welcome to Point Lookout, elder one. I thank Ug-Qualtoth for your arrival. Your aid is welcome in my quest to subjugate the lands of the gulf under the monolith. You should prepare your men for the journey south. Forces loyal to me in Jacksonville can be added to my army and we can burn our way to the end of Florida.”