Cinis
Ignis succensus venenatis in nobis.
Let's start over.
It’s hard to say when they first appeared. No, no, not when they first appeared, when they first showed themselves to us. They were there a whole lot longer than us, they deserve some sort of respect. Anyways.
People started seeing them in their dreams. It wasn’t just sight, though. Actually, it started out as noises. Even in the most saccharine, lollipop filled dreams, people heard whispers. Poems and hymns in languages that were all throat and teeth, and though they were ancient, the hearers could still understand them, at least their basic meaning. If there’s one thing that can cross any sort of linguistic barrier, it’s death and destruction.
The dreams stayed the same though, not until later. Everyone had a variation on it, but they were all about the same. Standing in some strange landscape, filled with shapes and colors that human eyes couldn’t usually perceive. The whispering was now a chanting, and shadows danced just outside of your line of sight. That enough was to make a few people fall off the deep end. Crime rates spiked, fanatical cults sprung up like dandelions. It’s hard to imagine now, how simple things seemed back then.
Eventually, though, things died out. The dreams stopped, the cults because a meme and then nothing, and the crime rate eventually leveled out again. It was twelve years before the final dream.
This time, it wasn’t everyone.
They estimated it to only be around 100 people, but it’s hard to tell. The dream was so horrific, that few could even speak after what they saw. Only a few could put it to words. It was like something out of a Lovecraft novel, they said. A monster covered in eyes and mouths, it’s form so gnarled and distorted that the actual shape of it was near impossible to define. It spoke in the same ancient language as before, and again, people could feel the meaning of the words in their bones, could feel their mind cracking and shifting under the weight of this knowledge.
80 of the 100 identified victims later committed suicide.
The last 20 decided to accept their mission, and the powers that came with it.
Kill Cte-athot.
It’s hard to say when they first appeared. No, no, not when they first appeared, when they first showed themselves to us. They were there a whole lot longer than us, they deserve some sort of respect. Anyways.
People started seeing them in their dreams. It wasn’t just sight, though. Actually, it started out as noises. Even in the most saccharine, lollipop filled dreams, people heard whispers. Poems and hymns in languages that were all throat and teeth, and though they were ancient, the hearers could still understand them, at least their basic meaning. If there’s one thing that can cross any sort of linguistic barrier, it’s death and destruction.
The dreams stayed the same though, not until later. Everyone had a variation on it, but they were all about the same. Standing in some strange landscape, filled with shapes and colors that human eyes couldn’t usually perceive. The whispering was now a chanting, and shadows danced just outside of your line of sight. That enough was to make a few people fall off the deep end. Crime rates spiked, fanatical cults sprung up like dandelions. It’s hard to imagine now, how simple things seemed back then.
Eventually, though, things died out. The dreams stopped, the cults because a meme and then nothing, and the crime rate eventually leveled out again. It was twelve years before the final dream.
This time, it wasn’t everyone.
They estimated it to only be around 100 people, but it’s hard to tell. The dream was so horrific, that few could even speak after what they saw. Only a few could put it to words. It was like something out of a Lovecraft novel, they said. A monster covered in eyes and mouths, it’s form so gnarled and distorted that the actual shape of it was near impossible to define. It spoke in the same ancient language as before, and again, people could feel the meaning of the words in their bones, could feel their mind cracking and shifting under the weight of this knowledge.
80 of the 100 identified victims later committed suicide.
The last 20 decided to accept their mission, and the powers that came with it.
Kill Cte-athot.
Long story short, 20 people have had a strange dream where an elder god tells them to kill another elder god. It's all political, but it's not like they're going to resist. After all, these are elder gods we're talking about. With this horrific knowledge and a general mindfuck, the chosen few have also gotten strange powers. These powers can be anything really, but I want to mention that these powers come with a horrible cost. Either they're painful or weird to use, or the player character lost a sense, or maybe their damn mind. I'm not going to be super strict about this, but I do want a weakness or general drawback to having these powers.
I don't want 20 characters, by the way. I just say that to leave some room.
So yeah, that's about it! If you have any questions, feel free to ask. This is a high-casual to advanced roleplay, but I always go with quality over quantity. I'd prefer a paragraph of plot than three paragraphs of fluff.
I don't want 20 characters, by the way. I just say that to leave some room.
So yeah, that's about it! If you have any questions, feel free to ask. This is a high-casual to advanced roleplay, but I always go with quality over quantity. I'd prefer a paragraph of plot than three paragraphs of fluff.
