"People have forgotten about you, your lordship."
Arumbus bristled on his great throne. He had the appearance of a man made of mirrored glass, across which danced a thousand million forms, indescribable.
"I need not recognition, my power is as eternal as any other."
"But do you not desire it? Why else pluck us forth from our realm."
"It amuses me to do so."
"We could offer so much more than mere amusement."
"Explain."
"Let me return to my world as your prophet."
Arumbus laughed, "To what end do I need a prophet?"
"We come from a world of change. People are ready for everything to change at any time, in any way. We could lead them to you so that you could use them for greater amusement than the five of us..."
"Silence!" His bellow made your friends cower but you stood strong and bit your lip before a hundred smiles raced across his silvered form and he presented his judgement...