i am the messenger of the deep. anyone who trespasses on my realm without drowning shall be subject to the whim of the lord of the deep. he will most likely place a terrible curse on such trespassers, dooming them to spend eternity trapped underneath the waves. his family shall be subject to frequent papercuts, immobilizing migraines, and denial by insurance for claims.

the trespasser will far outlive any acquaintance he had made in his life, including my lord himself. when his reign of greatness ends, and the deep is no more, so too shall be the curse. the trespasser will return to his native realm, realize his fate, and weep. probably.

should the trespasser manage to escape into his native realm, i will be there to plague his nightmares and remind him to take out the trash far too often.

so it was said, and so it shall be. amen