Well, he got a turn in.
In a hidden dale along the windswept coast, Mashdagu addressed the envoys from Tien Ch'i, Ulm, and Pangaea. He had carefully positioned himself so the rising sun was at his back, sending blinding light into the faces of the envoys and enhancing his divine aura. "I am the conqueror of Atlantis," his two heads spoke in unison, the whispering roar echoing through the hollow, "and even now my soldiers storm the gates of Ulmish forts to the north and south, facing no resistance." He carefully extended his sinewy body, favoring the side where an Atlantean coral spear had left a still-open wound, and moved one great head into the face of the man from Ulm. "And when the foul Atlanteans and their giant octopus attacked me, your contrymen stabbed me in the back and took my lands. No, there will be no mercy for Ulm, Ulm the treacherous scavenger. You will be treated as sharks treat the fish who poach on their kills!" And the mighty jaws opened, and the envoy from Ulm was swallowed whole. The other head spoke, gesturing to the Ulmish envoy's stunned bodyguards. "Go now and tell your Red Sonja, if she can be found, to throw herself on the mercy of Tien Ch'i or the halfmen, for the same fate awaits her if I catch her. And I am very slow of digestion." The head that had eaten the Ulmishman gave a great, foul belch, and spoke to the satyr and robed Master of the Way. "Let your Gods and Prophets hear what took place in this canyon, and be warned." Then the Wyrm turned and slid away into a crevice in the canyon, from which was heard the distant roaring of the sea.
We can consider a replacement, but it's really quite an unenviable position. Do you think we could find someone?