"Did you think the sorcerer empire will not deal with that? I presume they will use it to terrorize further rebellion by creating one and demonstrate how the path of rebellion may bring to them" The archbishop said and go down the stairs towards the paladin who is covered in blood
"If I was them I would kill them immediately and steal shiny things"
"Go figures. Now bring all paladins in the capital, they will arrive at midnight so lessen the sentries in the wall and have them asleep." Nyar ordered the strange paladin in which he sigh
"It's too much work why don't you do-"
Nyar tosses to Bolbothan a shining chest filled with shiny things out of nowhere. 
"Okay boss" The strange paladin put his hand on his chest and bow. His full silver shiny armor now became clean and left the meeting chambers dragging the given chest
"You shining bastard" 
The body of the archbishop trembled in an abnormal way and on his back appear many distorted long tentacles, that will surely make a spectator go mad. His face became empty and now replaced by six eyes that have strange pupils that seem to have the same color at once. Then his surroundings change like reality is going to break, he is traveling between space, reality, and time, not an easy task because if he just stumbled on the minuscule bridge towards his destination, the world as he knows it can collapse and his body too will perish even though he is one of the Great Old Ones.
When he is at his destination, he jumps out quickly and closes the dimensional rift he created. Nyar looks at his surroundings, still amazed at this place where it can contain powerful beings in their true forms and will not collapse or destroyed. The green bricks on the ground seem endless in the massive space where there is only endless darkness. A floor or for him a world on a tower that still baffles him on how this works
But then many spiked pillars are pointed in every part of his body
{Nyarlathotep what are you doing here bastard!!}
"Hey hey calm down Zaoloth-san you know I killed you because he ordered it!" Nyar block all spicks that try to pierce his soul with the strange tentacles parrying it
"Stop it you two. Its been a long time Nyarlathotep, Crawling Chaos, God of a Thousand Form, Faceless God-"
"Yea Yea too formal HAHAHA I miss you too Shub. Where are your younglings? They surely miss their uncle!"
"They are hiding from you and I don't miss you and say to Yog-Sothoth I will kill him in this reality and Now why are you here." Shub-Niggurath said with a monotone voice and no emotion on her face.
"The realities are starting to be destroyed you know and even I cannot stop his awakening but this reality created by the great-grandmother and great-grandfathers is separated from the true reality. Even Yog-Sothoth did not know this reality"
"But they will know this sooner" Shub replied tightening her fist that cause around her space to break for a moment like shattered glass
"Then we will be ready and when that time comes your master has gathered enough forces to fight against his brother or my father and his creations or may I say damnations."
Shub sighed. She doesn't want to confront the leader of the Great Old One's Pantheon but if she needs to then she will take as many possible love-craftian gods with her in the endless void beyond the webs of realities.
"So what will you do?" Shub-Niggurath questioned still in her true misty form guarding her floor
"I will join this Ainz Ooal Gown and have some fun while it last" In his face full of only eyes lips come out and smile at shub