Eshkorezh
Reaper of the Crimson Harvest, Herald of the New Spring
When Malkuth forged Elysium and implemented the Sentinels in order to contain the imprisoned humans, she also made them wards against the likes of Eshkorezh. Trapped in the borderlands of Gaia ever since, he has sought entrance into our reality for millennia.
Only recently, no longer staid by the waning powers of the Glass Ziggurat, he has found the first hidden rifts. Winding pathways, narrow canyons, and parched mining pits grant him access. He is drawn to approach human settlements, and always reveals himself to their dwellers as soon as possible. At first he appears as a distant silhouette against the evening sky, then he thunderously whispers to them in their dreams, and finally he makes the beasts of the field bleat and bray his name. Only then does he ultimately emerge in person from the oddly purplish fog that has risen to envelop the entire village.
The sacrifices he demands are horrifying to even contemplate, but those who give them willingly are permitted to form cults and start worshipping the primal deity. Those who do not, he promises to reap in crimson and screams. His faithful then water the ground with the tears of orphans left in the wake of his harvest, as he tells them it is to make winter depart and allow a new spring to arise.
Few of them realize, however, that on Eshkorezh's original homeworld, "spring" entailed such terrifying sights as gigantic barbed tentacles bursting from the ground and ravaging the landscape to make compost for the growth of their future pollen. Swarms of savage ferocci awakening from hibernation, famished and ravenous for fresh prey after the stale darkness of their caves. The purple sky crying fiery rain unto the hills wreathed in sulphurous acidic fog.
Eshkorezh seeks to restitute the glory of these events. They are some of the precious few memories he has managed to retain from his previous existence as one of that world's inner circle of elite hierophants. His world, as well as his entire race, is now forever lost of course. But he can yet indulge in nostalgic reenactment - and he is determined to do it to his fullest ability.
What the god wants:
Spread the word of the Crimson Harvest and the New Spring (the crops will not believe it, but they must be told). Trap a group of adults outside in bad weather. Save a child from catastrophe (but only the child). Plant the alien seeds he gives you in an acre that hasn't borne fruit in three years. Steal something valuable and leave traces that lead into the wilderness. Sabotage a dam or clog a major drain pipe or inundation canal. Set a church, a barn, or a gas station on fire. Bring an orphan to the woods and abandon it there. Kill a cave bear at new moon and live in its den, eating only its carcass and the vermin it attracts, until the moon is new again. Collapse a highway bridge (or tunnel), killing at least seven people in the process. Give Eshkorezh your most recently born child.
What the god offers:
Your crops shall be plentiful. Your cattle shall breed strong and numerous. Curse someone with infertility. Slay or beset with plague all the animals of a farmstead. Cause a fog to rise that makes a traveller become lost and never return. Send a ferocco after someone you hate. Make a river or well dry up or become poisonous. Summon a thunderstorm that sends everyone in a village or small town running to hide in their dwellings. Summon rainfalls to cause high water destroying the fields and gardens. Tear up the earth in large jagged cracks, to topple their towers and rend apart their roads.
Yllu'chandra
Creeper of the Mawed Peaks, The Shrieks That Echo from the Caves
Originally an azghoul who managed to escape Metropolis some time after the Fall of Humankind, Yllu'chandra has been distorted and changed by her extended exile in Gaia. Already a mangled and tortured creature under the Reign of Humanity, the corrupting influence of the Hungering Wilderness has further transformed her body and mind - in ways that have made her both more powerful and more ruined.
[You can use the stats for an azghoul as a basis to represent her, adding the modifications described below.]
Her armor-parasite, already irreversibly wedded to her flesh by the unholy ritual sciences of Awakened Mankind, has fully melded with her body in the most grotesque and disgusting ways. Pustules and running sores disfigure both her exposed skin and the metal and ceramic plates covering it.
Some of her limbs have become fully biomechanical, the artificial parts of her having attained an unnatural sort of life of their own even as her organic parts fell to rot and mutation. Her helmet's face mask has become her face, repulsively animated and twisted into viciously feral features.
Ragged shreds of what may have once been flowing robes worn over her armor are now impossible to tell whether they are half-decayed wings, tattered remnants of cloth, or frayed organic tentacles. They behave like a mixture of all of those.
[Her horrid sight makes anyone Keep it Together, unless prepared or extremely desensitized. On a fail you are overcome with fear and disgust and must get away from the miserable and horrifying creature as fast as possible.]
The rust-encrusted sword she carries has been changed by Gaia as well. It constantly snaps and gnashes its teeth, beset by a hungry will of its own. She originally took it from one of her former human masters, though even she herself has long forgotten about this. Underneath the corrosion and filth and gore that cover it, the weapon is still adorned with ancient engravings. These can reveal secrets of Metropolis and the Reign of Humankind, to those who know to read them.
[Upon seeing the sword, you are able to briefly See Through the Illusion. Depending on your roll, you may sense more or less clearly that this object is intrinsically linked to power... in fact it even feels linked to your own Innate Divine Power. Taking possession of it promises great insights and mystic abilities!]
[Owning the sword conveys a +1 raise to the wielder's Soul Attribute. Every time you slay an opponent with it, you gain an insight into that creature's True Self, and may mark 1 experience to reflect this. You also become aware of the runes engraved underneath its crust, and that uncovering and deciphering them will be a prolonged quest unto enlightenment all of its own.]
Yllu'chandra can only be encountered in the rugged mountainous ranges of Gaia. She makes her dwelling in a region dominated by stony spikes that grow from the bedrock like large jagged barbs. Every cave entrance looks like a fanged maw, every rocky ridge like the spiked back of a petrified dinosaur or fossilized dragon. Odd, vaguely geometrical formations dot this bizarre landscape of barren peaks and cracked canyons, reminiscent of towers and castles, but almost unrecognizably encrusted with soot and stone - as if gigantic stalagmites had dripped liquefied dust onto them for millennia. But of course, there is nothing to be seen above them except the angry, surreal Gaian skies.
The deterioration of her mind has made her both more and less divine. She has become instinct-driven, almost feral. Depraved and insane from her long solitude in the Eternal Wilderness.
From high atop the rocks and from deep within the caves, she shrieks. When she doesn't hunt, feed, or sleep, she spends her time muttering to herself, softly rocking back and forth, or agitatedly prowls her territory, paranoid against invisible enemies.
Closing in on her den, rotten corpses can be seen impaled on jagged barbs of stone. She puts her captured prey there, to wait until they are decayed enough for her to feed upon their delicious rot.
But in the depths of her insanity, she has also rediscovered fragments of her own lost divinity. For one thing, Yllu'chandra has reclaimed a measure of unfettered freedom normally impossible for her species.
[Her Former Servant weakness has decayed over the millennia. Compelling her by using her True Name (which to find out about in the first place is another quest all of its own) only works if you also succeed at a roll +Charisma to Influence her.]
Additionally, she remembers certain glimpses of her former human god-masters' glories and wisdoms - and has learned to use them to her own advantage. She can use (and teach, if she feels inclined to) a screeching, atonal song that magically drives off many of the (comparatively) minor beasts of prey that prowl the mountains and caves of Gaia at night.
[When you scream the feral song of magnificent terror at the top of your lungs to intimidate a savage beast, roll +Soul. Treat the result as if the PC had used the Divine Advantage, but the only orders you can give the beast are to go away and/or leave you alone.]
Finally, like all azghouls, Yllu'chandra has the ability to see into someone's soul, and recognize the true nature of any being in heer presence. She can even see all the way back into a person's past lives. Building further upon this ability - in a way known only to herself - she has developed the unique metaphysical power to establish a sensory feedback loop with any victim she can hold in her grasp undisturbed for a short while.
[When she has you fixated and stares into your soul all the way back to before you were even born, roll to Keep it Together. On a fail, you gain the Haunted Disadvantage, and what haunts you are disturbing and tormenting visions from one or more previous lives. Holds from this Disadvantage can be used by the GM to distract you from something important, make you act out as you mistake the visions for reality, inflict Stability loss, or reveal cryptic hints at ancient secrets you used to know.]
There are precious few in Elysium today who know about Yllu'chandra's existence. A careful researcher might uncover some obscure nordic legends that reference her 'Curse of Mad Sights', and have her penned as a vengeful, cave-dwelling, trollish mountain hag. From the right versions of this legend, a scholar of the occult may puzzle together the pieces of a warding ritual that will protect one from this curse.
There is also an ancient Chinese ballad that tells the story of a formerly servile spirit who fled its masters to take refuge in the mountains. It describes her struggle to become autonomous of the commands of her former master (a powerful wizard), and how she learned to exert dominance over the primitive predators native to her new home. Notably, the song lists a number of favorite foods that she used to love, but cannot get in her new environment (such as fish, plums, and goose eggs), and implies that she will be friendly to travellers who bring those along and offer them up to her.
What truth there is to any of these findings? Nobody knows with any certainty.
You'd have to go there and try it out, yourselves.
But why would you ever want to do that?
Saarkyn
Unlike most of his species, he was not recklessly murdered during the final devastating assault on his homeworld. Instead the human conquerors decided to capture him alive, to be paraded before their peers back home in Metropolis. They thought him amusing and deigned to humiliate and torment him for a long time to come. He was mutilated and mocked, his cybernetic implants ripped out of his body and his magic torn from his soul, in an extended public orgy of sadistic abuse.
The secrets and powers we stole from him were unusual enough to intrigue us, however - so before we ultimately dispatched of him, we forced him to create something for us. In a spiritual rape of Saarkyn's very soul essence, he was made to breed for us a new race of biomechanical servant creatures: The erinye, designed to act as scouts, messengers, guards, hunting companions, and playthings in our manifold divine pursuits, and genetically enchanted to obey our every whim.
After this was complete we tossed him, wretched and broken, somewhere into the Wilderness of Gaia. However, even we could not ultimately break his divine soul. Perhaps due to his indomitable warrior spirit, he refused to perish even as his mind became twisted and shattered by hatred and pain. He survived in the Wilderness. His body has healed, albeit in grotesque mockery of his former mganificence, and his vengeful thoughts have turned against humankind once more.
His broken mind remembers what we made him do, and parts of how to do it. So he bred new species of scavenger birds, and managed to sneak at least one of them into Elyisum under the watchful eyes of the Sentinels. Watching from the borderlands, but normally unable to enter the Illusion himself, he controls his vultures from afar as they terrify us while alive and devour us when deceased. He takes a perverse pleasure in watching weakened former godlings crawl their final agonizing yards over barren ground before succumbing to thirst, starvation, exposure, or mortal wounds.
He hates us with a burning passion, but in his agonized insanity mistakes the fake gods the Archons have created to keep us blinded and distracted, for the True Gods we used to be. He cannot understand how we can at the same time be so weak as we are these days, and yet be the same creatures who have defeated and ruined him at the peak of his own power.
One thing is clear to him, however, and he is utterly fixated on that one thought: It was the gods of mankind who did this to him! So he takes out his hatred on symbols, locations, and people associated with faith and organized religion. Regardless whether it is a synagogue, shrine, church, mosque, or temple - whenever a place of worship burns, collapses, or is flooded, and when everyone inside of it dies and the vultures circle above the corpses of the faithful... that is when Saarkyn can enter our world, to rejoice in the death and destruction.
He has formed numerous cults over the centuries. Most of them are very small, but his followers - recruited from atheists, nihilists, progressive liberals, victims of abuse at the hands of religion, and other adherents and sympathizers of anti-theistic ideologies - are often fanatically loyal to his cause. Usually taking the form of mystery cults underneath a thin veneer of rationalist philosophic thoughts, these groups have had numerous confrontations with the servants of Chokmah all over the world. Many of Saarkyn's followers have been destroyed in these conflicts, but many more remain.
Some scholars even theorize that these cults may have played a not inconsiderable part in the near-destruction of Chokmah during the 20th Century. Others claim this idea laughable, but oddly do not dare to laugh too loud.
What the god wants:
Make someone renounce their faith. Deface a religious symbol or monument. Prevent a whole congregation from gathering for worship. Access codes to a cutting-edge cybernetic research facility. A sacred building set on fire. Crates of automatic weapons and explosives delivered to one of its cults. Open a gateway to Metropolis.What the god offers:
To fortify your mind against deception and guile. The ability to look through the eyes of the birds above. Behold a creature's True Nature. Teach a ritual that commands swarms of scavengers and vermin. The ability to intimidate your enemy with cries of wrath and retribution. A vial of mutagenic serum that swiftly heals even the gravest injuries (but repeated/prolonged use of it will make you grow ragged wings and vicious claws). Summon a small flock of erinye to tear apart your enemy.Image credits:
The Hellhound, by Abe Taraky
Crouched Knight, by Marcelo Orsi Blanco
Ipos, by Kurt Wandelmaier
