They waited another year. Another year in which all there was to do was wait. Wait until is was the day to celebrate. Of course the waiting didn't seem like madness then. Not at first. The first one to see it kept silent. He didn't like the way the updates came sporadically, almost organically. Less than annually certainly. Of course there was the other stuff, not quite updates. Oozing into his inbox. Then the dreams started. At first once every month but then as the years passed more regularly. He dreamed of updates. Advancements in their scheme, some progress. In his dreams the updates would come daily. Insane updates of broos and Thanatari, of Storm Bull or Humakt and occasionally, occasionally of Orlanth himself. Great Orlanth rising from the ashes of sartar. Prax almost shares a birthday with HPL. Happy birthday give or take a day for you both. Sent from my iPhone