Fantasy Horrors of the Red Cathexus! (Main Thread!)

[Beckoncall]

Hey all you would be monsters and underlords!

My most recent RP "YOU ARE A GOD!" is wrapping up and I just thought I'd field an interest check for my next campaign, a reboot of sorts.

This is a call-back to a concept I ran semi-successfully on the paizo boards ages ago called "horrors of the red cathexus" -- the idea behind it being that instead of creating normal adventurers as protagonists, the players create a unique race/type of "body-snatcher" whether it be a possessing spirit, a cursed mind-controlling artifact, or even some form of parasite... players hijack the forms of creatures at first low in the dungeon hierarchy and attempt to climb up the dungeon food-chain with better and more powerful monster forms.

I'll post more about char/race creation and other details after getting an initial interest check but it will basically be a chaotic and/or evil based campaign which might be an interesting change of pace for some of us. The parasite characters are supposed to be weak/vulnerable outside of a host -- but losing your host form doesn't mean you have to die, you may even be able to steal the body of the thing that killed you!

Think of it as "The one ring" meets "John carpenter's the thing"

As I said I got enough established to run this game for a while in another forum, so I'll get into mechanics and concrete specifics if there is interest. (such as how to create a character)

I expect the game to have stats/information/maps and other vital information/events on RPN as well as perhaps freeform roleplay on discord in real time for people interested in that.

BACKSTORY: Hidden from the eyes of the lands of men and elves, there are epics and heroes of evil as much as of good. This is one such story, behind the veil of the dark tapestry, and behind the veil of broken ground in the deepest underdark -- this is the story of the Red Cathexis, and the horrors it issued like a cancer unseen beneath the surface of the world of Golarion.
In 4606 AR, The same year that the world-wound began to open in response to the death of Aroden, the fabric between the prime material plane and that of the dark tapestry weakened. The unimaginable and horrible beings of that place looked covetously upon this new world, and dangers so hideous the simple minds of mortals cannot comprehend them, quickly set to work on encroaching there --
However small the rift, a hole, a pore even - cunning beings set to realizing how they could jump the breach into Golarion. The beings that came forth were in diametric opposition to the gods of golarion, light, order, and the very laws of nature. As such, to simply cross the breach was impossible -- a being from the dark tapestry would be rent from the world explosively as quickly as it arrived. Undeterred, the horrors of that dark place set to creating a device -- a vessel, that would enable at least a fragment of a being from the dark tapestry to enter this world. That object came to be known as "The Red Cathexis" -- No larger than a grain of sand at first, and carrying merely a scintilla of the trueforms of the beings that rode within it -- it burst into existence deep underground, somewhere between Ustalav, Belkzen and Lastwall -- and began to grow.
it is now 4713, and the Cathexis -- now little larger than a fist, is finally large enough to open and release it's forbidding cargo into the underworld. The beings within, such as they are, cannot exist indefinitely outside of a native host, and to be seen as they truly are by light of day or without such cover from the sight of the gods would destroy them utterly. They had forseen this. They were bodysnatchers -- Hijackers of the minds and corpses of mortal beings, and they would use the forms of beings in the underdark to hide their nature, mitigate their relative weaknesses, and embrace their strength.
Their individual motives and goals are unclear, but to be certain they cannot bode well for any being on Golarion. All that is clear for now is that they are hungry, covetous, and malign -- The Cathexis has finally opened -- and they will offend this world, only hesitating in the face of their own destruction -- or the Cathexis they must protect if they are to maintain their ties to this world...

And so it began...


THANK YOU EVERYONE WHO HAS SHOWN SOME INTEREST!!

Sincerely,

-Beckoncall, drooling vortex of the Red Cathexis, Ripper of the Tapestries, The eye, the lie, and the gate!

Horrors of the red Cathexis Discord: Discord invite available on request, DM me!

Character thread: Fantasy - HORRORS OF THE RED CATHEXUS CHARACTERS!

(if discord invite expires feel free to request a new one)

When the game begins the I will make an initial setup in this thread then players can interact with their environment.

 

[Beckoncall]

THE BEGINNING...

THE CISTERN OF SKULLS –

This chamber is a relatively large single cavern, cold mountain water is pouring in from three different sides through holes in the ceiling, mingling with an E/W river all flowing to a pool in the center of the this cave. The wet walls and floor are carpeted with algae, and strange plants grow in the bright light of irredescent minerals. The Cistern, A natural bowl-shaped pool approx. 30 feet deep, is lined all along it’s contours with the skulls and bones of creatures that have died, fallen in the river, and come to rest here. The center of the pool appears to be bubbling though the exact cause of this is not apparent… the water is very cold. Halfway down in the Cisterns’ basin, the Cathexus, now opening, pulses menacingly – it’s red glow barely perceptible in the turbulent water.

The Cistern is almost completely filled with bones (mostly skulls) of various creatures – mostly orcs, but humans and elves are well represented, as are a myriad of other creatures. From the three extremely cold waterfalls in the cistern chamber, the ceiling seems to sag around the holes where the water falls from above. The walls of the chamber are veiled in mist, A fast running river (fed in part by the waterfalls) comes into the Cistern Chamber from the West and somewhat slower from the East, both feeding into the Cistern and giving the Cathexus’ Pool a kind of whirlpool effect at it’s rim – though the pool never seems to fill. To the North the natural stone of the cave begins to show signs of brick and cobblestone, quickly progressing into a smooth, worked stone hallway. To the South, a wider cave mouth arches low to the ground, it’s way partly obscured by ancient cobwebs. Though everyone has darkvision, lighting is good, provided by dull blue-glowing natural mineral veins running through the stone in the area – which is vaguely luminescent, but highly reflective – the light would normally be dim, but the combination of the irredescent minerals and the reflective surface of the pool throws playing light everywhere, with true darkness only found below the water and closer to the ceiling of the chamber.

Ways to go:

West along the river (difficult terrain, the river is almost the entire tunnel wide, very fast, and low in places) You can’t be sure – but it looks like there might be tracks this way, of the same type, heading both into and back out of this chamber.

East along to slower river – one shoulder is wide enough for easy travel into the darker tunnel beyond, the water is constantly buffeting a drape of extremely thick web above it like a blanket on a clothes-line, mist and river droplets cover this sheet of webbing, making the light play like stars on what interestingly enough be described as a dark tapestry… (anyone homesick?)

North: Along the way where the Cave of the cistern slowly converts into a proper hallway.

South – the dusty, cracked, natural arch into the cave beyond. Many tiny scraps of web hang from little nooks in this tunnel, the floor down this way, once beyond the thrown moisture of the cave, is very dusty and scattered with debris.

Smell: The Cistern smells profoundly clean under the waterfalls and at the pool, with taints of corruption all along the walls. You are unsure if the corruption comes from the Cathexis, negative energy signature from what is obviously a mass grave of things that died in the river, or something more conventional.

Touch: Clammy, Cold, Wet.

Hear: Crash of water, under the water a vague pulling sound, The dull thrum of the Cathexis, likely heard only by you and your compatriots.

The Cathexis is here! – The Cathexus, now fist sized, is moored to the side of the cistern, seemingly by a black crystal exuding faint negative energy. This crystal has been growing since the Cathexus started to open, though it is not perceptibly growing now. While it is unlikely you can return to the Cathexis after leaving, it is an artifact of tremendous power – and may have uses, if you could discern what they were.

Current Plot Seeds: The Cathexus should have opened 100 years ago! Also, you’re not sure, but the makeup of your party seems to have changed somewhat… it’s hard to remember such things – being borne into a new world as a sliver of your own nature takes a lot out a being.

Feel free to take actions as you would, declare actions (especially looking around or examining things), state objectives, etc. I am starting small and hyper-descriptive but will adapt as we cultivate a collective style. This first area is an invitation to find your sea-legs and begin to explore what you can do. Time is moving slowly now, but passing -- acting or not... so you could explore here, leave the area, or even wait to see if something shows up. Good luck and welcome to Nightmare Golarion!

-Beck

 

[Eliasdagood]

Cortova can feel something strange. The air around her has become thick, cold. It moves around her strangely. Not air. Water. She’s finally free! Looking to the surface, her eyes narrow. Light. To see light again after so long is an assault to the senses.

She floats upward, until her pallid, spectral head is above the water, looking around for potential hosts.

 

[Heyitsjiwon]

A faint, unnatural, blue flame flickered into existence. The Red Cathexus... it had granted Irenaeus a second chance in this realm. Why? He was not certain, but he did know that it was powerful enough to cast him back into the Dark Tapestry where he would likely whiter away in the void. Still, he did not mind his situation. The Red Cathexus had similar goals in mind after all, and Irenaeus didn't hesitate with this second chance. In his incorporeal form, Irenaeus attempted to sense if there was any intelligent life nearby. Even a beast felt hunger... lust, and wrath... they simply didn't have a voice in their head to guide them. Irenaeus began to float, hugging the luminescent walls that shined a blue hue... perfect for him to blend in with the surroundings if something or someone had eyes to witness the birthing of little horrors in this cavern. Few would know that Irenaeus would be staring back at them... searching the room with his mind's eye.

 

[Pizza Dragon]

Waiting...waiting. So much waiting. Long spiraled depths. None of the Old Ones to watch us now. We are free. We? No...no hoard. We are me. Me is...only a coin still. I am...not in the Black Place? I am...falling? No. Sinking! Water! Lots of deep dark in the solid worlds. Water, yes.
Pick us...me...up. Please, let it begin. I will find countless other brothers and sisters. I will teach the wanting and the hunger again.

The coin glimmers, almost a beacon...at the same time it is darkness, a black somehow deeper than the lightless depths. Soon somebody will pick it up, surely.

 

[Pat]

Crabfish began covering himself in algae, and went to work prying chunks at a time of the iridescent mineral that allowed the plants here to begin life out of damp stone. Harvesting them like a magpie he tastes one at the edge of the lake, ready to spit it out into the basin. He pockets the remainder into his slimy raiment once he completed the task of fashioning a crude spherical ball from the blue luminescent material. Heading to the rim of the cistern's pool, he then warily dips his camouflaged head under the surface of the water to get a look at the whirlpool's depths immediately after releasing one of the human skulls he curiously turned over in his claws in a brief search for any distinctive markings into it's depths to observe it's passage down to the anomaly's source. Crabfish felt comforted at the presence of the other horrors of the Red Cathexus, but it was only the bones and the tunnel well traveled to the west that finally set him into motion. Evidence sentients lived nearby to catalog. Perhaps a swim upstream may be in order... Hearing a gold coin begin to desperately plead with him, Crabfish stoops to pick it up in his mouth to take it with him wherever he goes next, already giddy at the prospect of leaving the dark corrupting influence where it will be found by those ignorant of it's true sinister purpose in this world.

 

[Pizza Dragon]

What is this? Jaws, no manicured bejeweled hands? It must be patient. It can't expect to be picked up by a merchant straightaway.

"It is grateful. It can only roll as a coin here and there. The rules of this world are so strange. It can't roll between the spaces any longer. It must be moved, or have ledges to roll off. It thanks you for transport."

 

[BloodInMyEyes]

"Something dark. Something wicked."
The thing began to mumble.
"Something dark. Something wicked."
As the stones gently rumbled.
"Find me, take me, pick me up!"
It willed into the dark. Hoping some poor creature would hear its cry and hark.​

 

[Wandering Owl]

The crown bobbed to the surface of the water, taking a moment to observe its surroundings. Amaranth had an escape at last, a chance to grow beyond the stifling darkness it had known for so long. Though it couldn't quite recall the precise details of what happened, it could not let the opportunity go to waste. Sensing other beings nearby, the crown bloomed, a soft green glow pulsing and shifting over algae-like leaves. With any luck, something here would notice, would try to investigate. And then it could finally get started.

 

[Kent]

"Quite interesting." A glitchy shadow appeared right next to the Red Cathexus and stared at it. Amon tried to study this artifact that brought him here and allowed him a chance of redemption. At the same time, he is extending his awareness around him to find a suitable host so he can study the artifact without worry. He already noticed the arrival of creatures similar to him but paid them no heed yet. There will be time after he finishes his cursory study and finds a suitable host. He wonders how well they could play this amazing game.

 

[Pat]

Crabfish nods to the gold coin, looking for more sessile horrors that washed up, already apparent to him that the ruinous powers of the Red Cathexus undoubtedly interceded on their behalf immediately upon arrival to save the monsters from drifting down the cursed well. He picks up a crown and a pedant, taking care with his claws to secure the former to his arm with the latter.

 

[Pizza Dragon]

The Horror within the coin observes the amulet gleefully.
"It has a sibling already! More treasures to join the hoard! Wait...no...this one talks. It wants silent family. Too many voices will confuse from the Hunger. It doesn't hold a grudge...baubles for the Euclidean things is a good tactic, yes yes. What does it call you? And what does it call the Not Shiny Ones?"

 

[Pat]

An idea suddenly occurs to Crabfish as the sessiles he carries begin to greet each other. He starts looking to see if any of cistern skulls had precious metal teeth in them as a gift to the horror coin accompanying him.

 

[Beckoncall]

The beautiful semi/incorporeal form of Cortova burst from the surface first. Below her, she could see the other horrors birthing like tadpoles from the fist-sized cathexus, floating and rising in the cistern of skulls.

Cortova eyes quickly were drawn to fleshy orbs that were likewise pulled to her -- a giant black-widow spider hid almost undetectably amid the rocks at the cisterns cieling, water droplets falling all about it's crouching ambush position. She remembered the ancient drop affinity of spiders, and the spider acknowledged her, in it's own way. If she could get to the ceiling or lure the spider down she would have no difficulty making this creature her host... but from now it was quietly ensconced, waiting for prey... Cortova could only hover a few inches above the surface of the pool... she wondered if "climbing" in this disincorporated form would be possible, or if she could call to her "minion" in some fashion...

Irenaeus, not bound to surfaces so tightly floated freely out of the water, his flames boiling the surrounding waters briefly, nothing near strong enough to quench his fires. It floated up to the mineral veins close to the ceiling of the cistern and looked down with a commanding view, perfectly hidden in the blue light and dancing reflection of the pool below. Scanning critically, it saw evidence of trash here and there on the west side of the chamber -- creatures from the west brought debris here to be taken away by the cistern or the river further east. More interesting still, it could just barely make out the sounds of hushed gibbering of some group of small humanoids coming to the cistern from the west... their whispering and modest stealth shattered by the fact that they were evidently carrying heavy objects that made less than faint dragging noise on the sand and rocks alongside the west riverway as they approached the cistern. Soon a party of potential hosts would be coming to visit... were they... goblins? Hard to tell.

Crabfish gathered to him the horror pendant, the coin, and the floral crown... So soon birthed from the cathexus his body felt weak with carrying these items, their spirits and presence gave them a weight beyond their simple material matter. Crawling from the pool, covering itself -- and it's "Treasures" with algae to hide it was easy, and very successful... but prying mineral in his weak physical form was a total failure. He would need a host to break rocks, it thought. Still, with it's intellect and perception it sought out and found a fallen shard of bluish glowing crystal, but could not shape it into a ball as it had hoped. Crabfish nearly exhausted itself, and decided to lay restful, (but in ambush) near the west side of the pool. The coin, the crown and the pendant were divested of at the edge of the pool... inviting treasures perhaps for unfortunate passers-by... And the presence of interlopers was detected coming from the west... small filthy and wet creatures dragging large bags of trash. They would arrive soon...

Ebizriyld wove his transfixing rhythmic rhyme on the shore of the whirlpool, once carried there by Crabfish. He could see the shadows of the goblins and hear their bickering as they came close... the tendrils of his mindforce reaching out but not quite far enough. Instead, his beckoning was answered by a Giant BLACK GAR that circled the lower depths of the pool, thrashing out of the pool quickly, gobbling up the wicked-eyed amulet, and diving back into the cold depths of the cistern of skulls. Although not as dignified or anticipated as a wearing about the neck, Ebizriyld quickly found he could dominate the mind of the 5-foot vicious fish and control it's mind and body. It had a host, perhaps inglorious as it was, and was free to swim to the bottom of the cistern, or east or west along the river....

Amaranth, now on the edge of the pool and on land, delighted in it's freedom from the cathexus and the ever expanding potentials of the darkness around it. The algae around the pool gave it ready biomass to absorb, and it quickly became a glowing patch of greenery pulsing with it's own eerie light. The goblins to the west were cast and revealed in this new glow, and they slowed, curious but cautious as to what seemed to be going on ahead of them. They gibbered to each other suspiciously, fearfully... some put down the heavy bags they were dragging to come investigate. Amaranth quickly sent tendrils throughout the nearby algae, overwriting it, absorbing it into it's own biomass. And with it's slightly larger size, came a HUNGER...

Blasphemer Amon did not rise from the pool but instead examined the cathexus... he and the other horrors were BOUND to it, it maintained their essence on this plane. It knew at once the cathexus must be protected, and while effectively hidden in the depths of the whirlpool, Amon wondered how long the cathexus could be left undefended... go unnoticed... when the wages of it falling into the wrong hands... suffering damage... was likely the death of Amon, the death of all the horrors. The Cathexus whispered to Amon's shadowy form without language -- but it was understood. The cathexus craved souls. It needed souls to stay strong, grow in power, and channel that power to Amon and his bizarre siblings...

After an insufficient rest, Crabfish splashed back into the water seeking the gristly treasure of gold and silver teeth in some of the skulls. In a large battered orc-skull crabfish found a long golden tusk, suitable for use and sharp as a dagger... there were numerous gold and silver teeth in various skulls, but crabfish in it's native form was not strong nor agile enough to pry them loose. Crabfish returned to the surface, resting in the current of the whirlpool as he saw the goblins approach... lighting a torch to better examine the strange glowing algae amaranth was composed of...

 

[Pat]

Crabfish swims upstream the way the goblins came to patiently lie in wait, moving and staying to the opposite bank of the stream until he was well past their group. Emerging from the water, he prepares to take the one closest to the rear alive once a suitable distraction is made by the other horrors, planning to press a claw over their mouth as his other arm pulls them back into the tunnel and into the water where he will make them his own and infiltrate their ranks as an agent of chaos.

 

[Eliasdagood]

Cortova smiles as she sees the spider, trying to remember. It’s been so long since she was a drow… she floats onto the shore, holding out a hand, and making a quiet series of clicks and hisses. This spider isn’t likely trained in the first place. It’s not marked as such. If calling the creature down fails, she will attempt to climb up to her. This will make a fine host, and help ensnare hosts for the other horrors she sees around her.

 

[BloodInMyEyes]

Ebizriyld

In the Gar's belly the amulet did nest, for now with a host it could momentarily rest.
But eager for a more dignified perch, the river to the west is where they would search.
"Let us swim my dear pet." The horror willed its host. "I must find a vessel of which I can boast."
​

 

[Heyitsjiwon]

Irenaeus, curious about these beings and excited by the prospect of intelligent life, descended from the top of the cavern and onto the nearest perch by the middle of the cistern. He awaited the arrival of these guests from the west and planned to whisper sweet words into their ears when they were close to him. Though Irenaeus wasn't certain how long had passed since he had been in this realm. For all he knew, he spoke a dead language with no speakers left. Yet, he knew that the creatures would be tempted regardless. They desired knowledge and power like any other, things that Irenaeus embodied during a time long gone. Regardless, this would be an exercise to see if his tongue was relevant in this realm still at the very least and grab the attention of the approaching gaggle of people.

 

[Pizza Dragon]

The Coin begins to mentally seek out the nearby...goblins? It shifts to a form of solid gold, all the better to catch their eye with what little light remains.

"Come, fellow Unmoving Ones. Let us each take a form that might let us move at last," the Madman's Wage says in a psychic utterance to his fellows.

 

[Beckoncall]

Eliasdagood :

Even though her own ways seemed foreign to her, she remembered the gestures and the rhythms to commune with the giant spider. It WAS untrained, but she demonstrated that she was not a threat and worthy of curiosity. Almost not of it's own accord, the giant spider spun a ball of web from a long line and enabled the incorporeal essence of Cortova to spin herself around and up it. Without word or gesture, she phased into the abdomen of the giant spider and captured it's fragile animal will, converting it's body into her marionette. Her new multi-eyed vision and sense of vibrations gave her worlds more information than her simple darkvision... and she remained perched, ready to cast webs down on the approaching goblins as they entered the watery chamber dragging their bags of garbage...

BloodInMyEyes :

The Giant Gar's body was sleek and fast in the water, and even against the current to the west it glided ably. Racing past the goblins to quickly scout the opening of SAND CREEK, the Gar saw white and topaz colored sand filling a shallow stream of partially brackish water the grew less and less clean the more west one travelled. There was evidence of GIANT TOADS on the banks of the sandy creek, giving off bark-like calls to court mates and repulse competitors. The gar saw great bats skimming the waters for toadlings and smaller river fish floating downstream with the occasional bit of garbage.
Ebizriyld wondered if he could trick a giant bat into eating his host and gain the power of flight, or perhaps to attempt to possess one of the larger and mightier toads... but the the very rear of the goblin formation was the also a particularly large goblin with an almost even larger and ridiculous hat. The gars vision was poor, but the eye in the amulet saw for it from the belly of the beast. Could Ebizriyld capture the goblin leader? She looked around cautiously with a grim scowl on her scarred face, snapping a whip to hurry the goblins ahead of her...

Pat

Crabfish poised on the opposite side of the waterway as the goblins passed him... there was a break between the main group of approximately 6 goblins,thier leader, and a fat slovenly goblin that seemed to trail behind. This goblin lolly-gagger, panting with the weight of the garbage it was dragging, dropped it's bag and began picking it's nose with great gusto in the darkness as it's allies receded into the distance. Crabfish emerged well behind this target and stealthfully crept up on his quarry... while physically weak, the struggle did not last long enough for Crabfish to lose the upper hand. Crabfish pulled off the dim-bulbed goblins head, climbed atop the goblins neck, and pulled the goblins severed head back over it as it assumed a position at the top of it's central nervois system and squeezed beneath the goblins scalp to make contact with the goblins brain -- hijacking it utterly. The goblin bled from it's neck profusely, and crabfish would need to decide, as a "thing" -- whether to wear this goblin as it was like a costume, or to rapidly consume the goblin and convert it's trueform into a semi-convincing imitation... after deciding he could hurry up and insinuate himself among the other goblins...

Heyitsjiwon :

Irenaeus hissed, sang, and crackled the ancient tongue of the elder things... the goblins, arriving in the cistern with their bags of trash, were for a moment transfixed by the lulling call. Hidden from a perch above the cursed well, the small blue flame was imperceptable amidst the dancing blue light of the minerals off the water. The goblins stared and gibbered to each other, until the goblin boss came along and began whipping and berating them to get to work throwing the trash into the whirlpool.

"Kannit! Ni-Goon!! Preet Hazmedy!! HAZMEDY!" *Whip* *whip* *whip*

Pizza Dragon :

It was then the boss goblin saw the golden coin at the edge of the whirlpool... and kicking and pushing her slaves aside she scooped the "Manman's Wage" into her palm and her will was utterly subverted by the overwhelming will of the coin and her own greed. Goblin thoughts and language flooded the minds of he and crabfish with their goblin hosts... there was a sewer-based settlement of goblins far to the west... their home base... and to the north, other larger humanoids, like orcs and gnolls the goblins dreaded dealing with.

Irenaeus continued to lull the goblins with his ghostly sing-song diction -- which held the goblins in almost a trance once the garbage was spilled into the well and carried quickly across the cistern and down the rapidly flowing riverway to the east. some bags bled, others leaked reeking offal.

The goblins listened to Irenaeus' whispers as they waited for their master, the goblin boss, to begin berating them once again...

 

[Eliasdagood]

Cortova shifts her legs, getting accustomed to this body. She quite likes it. She casts her gaze to the goblins, her mandibles clicking in excitement. She moves back to the ceiling, aiming to get right above the goblins before casting her net over them.

 

[Pizza Dragon]

"These weakling slime are pathetic servants, aren't they? Yes, we know we deserve more. We're worth it. We should leave them here...better they don't disgrace us any longer. Our hat is so much better than theirs. Oh look! A crown of flowers! Yes...yes...we could put it on our favorite tribe member. But the rest...they want the new shiny, don't they?! Yes, they're always looking jealously at our hat!"

The dark whispers of the coin reverberate in the skull of the Goblinoid leader like a poison as he pokes and prods at her paranoia and inherent greed.

 

[Heyitsjiwon]

Irenaeus swiftly found his answer. The lesser beings did not understand his tongue, a fact that did not surprise him much. Even the gods likely did not know how long it had been since it had been spoken in this realm. But, the trance that the goblins found themselves in... it intrigued Irenaeus. "So, you DO seek knowledge and power. In the back of your minds, you wish that your slaver were your slaves even though you might dare not whisper such truths." He continued to preach to his entranced audience. Irenaeus started to float towards the goblins slowly. "Power is in your grasps, meek ones. All you must do is reach out and accept it. Open your hearts and minds and learn the truth of this world." He spoke as he approached the goblins to be seen and accepted. "Curiosity is good. Let this be your first truth." The spirit said as he continued to observe how the goblins would act with this odd and supernatural sight.

 

[Pizza Dragon]

"Perhaps we should cast the others into the pool! Yes, drowning is good."

Xul'nicaoth giggles to itself inside its own separate mind. Souls for the Door. This is the way.

 

[Kent]

Blasphemer Amon immediately rose from the pool after his cursory investigation of the Red Cathexus. He observed before smiling after he noticed the situation between the goblins and his fellow horrors. They were such thoughtful allies, saving him from trouble. He immediately headed to one of the goblins while they were entranced and immediately began the process of possession not bothering to pay much attention to the other horror who is blabbering about some desires like some old villain on the surface when he could decisively take action. But of course, Blasphemer Amon is just being a hypocrite since he often uses that method, partly because of intrigue or boredom but most of the time it's just because he wanted to play with his prey.