stuff and things

The premise of the lightless lantern is that it shines into the nether/astral/outer regions of existence that cannot be seen normally, allowing the user to see firsthand the secrets of the world, and of magic.

However, horrors live in the astral regions, and may catch sight of the lightless lantern's beacon. The horror's have no sight, smell, hearing, etc, they are drawn by signs of the real world - as they are beings beyond physical comprehension, they do not wander, nor do they hunt. It would expend too much effort, and could destroy the stability of their forms.

Instead, they are built so that they are drawn inevitably towards primal incursions into the ethereal realm, whereupon they unleash their full power, and feast upon the existence that they find there. Not simply the body, but the soul, every second of fear they experience, and the horror at it's own appearance.

As such, the spell horror mark, could be seen as a spell that projects a tiny portion of the target's existence into the unseen realm, like a beacon for whatever hell would descend upon them.

Nothing that is drawn to a Horror Mark is EVER any good for anyone to have to deal with. And to make matters worse, if whatever was Marked before survives, their Mark is strengthened, increasing their odds of getting screwed over later by The Thing Which Should Not Be.



Scabiel, Maker of Ruins
A grotesque, titanic thing that dwarfs most mountains, the Maker of Ruins resembles a sinister tick formed of some dark metal, though unsettlingly this is simply the form your mind superimposes, for the true form of the thing is too terrible even for you to witness and remain. The aura of The Maker of Ruins is such that no construction can exist in the same plane it walks. Construction and chesion are its meat and wine, and it will leech them away. Buildings will collapse, walls will come tumbling down, the greatest castles will sag and collapse in on themselves as though made of so much sand. Within days of the arrival of Scabiel, industry becomes impossible. The ability to manufacture has simply been scoured from the fabric of Erebus. Civilisation is ended, for there can be nothing new.

Facing The Maker of Ruins in combat is challenging, to say the least. The most durable of all the Things Outside bar one, Scabiel will ignore attacks that would slay entire pantheons as a man would ignore the attacks of a fruit fly, and should you close enough to strike the thing, you shall do so naked, for nothing will be allowed to remain, no weapon, no armour, no tool can survive his hunger.


Kurgi, Slave to Unreason
The Slave to Unreason appears as a vast, amorphous thing, a mountain sized globule of partially solidified blood surrounded by nine massive, curved black fangs that jut almost fifteen kilometers straight up. Somewhere within the partially translucent core of the thing, something pulses, some monstrous mockery of a heart beats. What the thing truly is, you shall never know. Instinctively your mind shies away from it, protecting you. Coherency is the favoured meal of the Slave to Unreason. By its presence it feeds, and as it feeds sanity is eroded. There can be no defence against this, for there is nothing to defend against. There is, it seems, now a finite amount of reason, and order and sanity here, and now that amount shrinks by the day, the hour and the second. Within days of the arrival of Kurgi, coherence becomes impossible. Rational thought has simply been scoured from the fabric of Erebus. Civilisation is ended, for sanity is no longer a concept.

Challenging the Slave to Unreason is challenging, to say the least. Capable of absorbing more punishment than all other of the Things Outside bar one, the elastic form of the abomination deforms in the face of attacks and simply springs back. This will be a problem, for the thing has more than once simply endured the attacks of entire pantheons, the damage inflicted comparable to the damage a man can do to an ocean when he tries to empty it with an egg cup. You shall have one chance to slay Kurgi, for if it lives it will simply consume all that allows you to be sane, and insane as well. You shall dwell forever in the court of the Slave to Unreason, something beyond broken.