Alternate names: Producers, Elder Thing Food, Chemotroph Shoggoths, Pando II/Pando Jr (one specific entity)
Some shoggoths, whether by design or evolution, developed as autotrophs—organisms that produce their own food source using a combination light, water, and/or other chemicals. While the most common autotrophs people are familiar with are plants, which create their food source via photosynthesis, most autotrophic shoggoths rely on chemosynthesis. Living along hydrothermal vents in the darkest depths of the Earth’s oceans, they have no natural predators…luckily, their metabolic process for converting hydrogen sulfides into food is inefficient, which keeps them from growing and/reproducing unchecked.
In their natural habitat, autotroph shoggoths tend to be on the small side for shoggoths, and relatively docile. They get everything they need right where they’re at, be it methane or hydrogen sulfide or some other inorganic food source. It is when outside sources start to meddle in the (un)natural order of shoggoth-life that instability enters their life, and like most living things, they don’t always do well with change.
Alternate names: putrefying caecillians, giant vermiforms of the lake, accidental lake apodas-ghouls
These caecillians first encounters Gla’aki in a freshwater lake in some tropical clime. Coming up from the mud on the lake bottom, and brushing against/being poked by the many spines of the Great Old One. Over time, they mutated and changed, growing semi-dependent on the fluid that sometimes leaked from pointy protusions. Those close to Gla’aki would even be pulled along with it, to other lakes when the Great Old One would reform in another shard. As such, they’ve spread across the globe.
Skoll is the name of the wolf—Viking mythological poem, Grímnismál, 1270s CE
Who follows the shining priest
Into the desolate forest,
And the other is Hati,
Who chases the bright bride of the sky.
Alternate names: St. Brice’s Day Ghost, Viking spirit-queen, Red Riding Hood
According to legend, every November 13, a ghost walks the halls of Christ Church Cathedral, in Oxford, UK. Few have seen it, but those that have say it’s a nun with a blood-red scapular, a white tunic, and two veils, one red like her scapular and the other white. Initial reports of it’s appears led many ghost hunters to believe it was a sister of the Passion or Most Precious Blood, and most research into this paranormal apparition only look back as far as the early 1800s, but the truth of the matter, and the specter itself, is much darker….
The core of these creatures, all forms of Revenant, in fact, are outsider spirits of hate and vengeance which were never human, that have been attracted to individuals who’ve died due to betrayal. These outsider spirits bond with the dying person to reanimate the body, reanimating it for the purposes of enacting vengeance. This vengeance could be against a specific individual, an organization, a family or community, or even society as a whole.
Tell me…what do you want to see?—the Eyes, P1337.onion
Content Warning: Mature/adult topics of a deviant, pornographic nature.
Thus Lowyatar named her offspringElias Lönnrot, Kalevala, Rune XLV, 1888
Colic, Pleurisy, and Fever,
Ulcer, Plague, and dread Consumption,
Gout, Sterility, and Cancer.
Alternate names: siphonophores of disease, progeny of Syöjätär, malady of the East Wind
Millions of virulent zooids comprise this colonies that form this highly infectious, floating creature. A polyp-like colony forms a large central bud, almost resembling a closed rosebud that quickly blossoms into a gaping maw of teeth when it suddenly decides it’s time to eat something. From this, the yellowy-orange original bud, it asexually produces myriad short, pink-hued fleshy tentacles that act as feelers in tight quarters, and can be used to grab and hold things. Below these are seven trumpet-like appendages, packed with extrasensory organs, allowing the eyeless horror to sense its surroundings out to a few hundred feet. Each one is spotted yellow and orange, and ends in a flower-like aperture that opens or closes depending on what it’s sensing/using. Below comes a cluster of tiny, purply-pink sacs, dangling down beneath the body like its entrails. And floating around the entire siphonopore, nine writhing tentactles that house disease-packed cnidocytes.
Life on the streets is hard. The Homeless are invisible. New York City has almost one hundred thousand homeless. Each night they sleep in the city’s parks and subway system, invisible to the population who passes them every day. What better victims could one ask for?
This scenario is designed for 2–4 investigators and can be completed in one to two evenings of play, depending on the length of your sessions. In it, the players take on the roles of New York city’s street homeless as they come together to solve the mystery of something that is stalking and killing the members of their community.
When a relative newcomer to the streets turns up dead in a dumpster, her death is chalked up to just another example of street violence. The local homeless know better. Something is stalking them. Something no one has an explanation for. With nowhere else to turn, they must band together and save themselves before they become just another statistic.
Players will take on the role of local homeless as they attempt to find out what killed Claire and stop it from killing again.
According to Aboriginal folklore, the Yara-ma-yha-who are three to four feet tall and resemble a red-skinned, bipedal frog. Their fingertips and toes are described as having “octopus-like” suckers, while their face is dominated by a wide, toothless, frog-like mouth, large enough to engulf a person.
The patient was gasping for breath, desperately clinging to life as we rushed the only remaining ventilator to his bedside. As we struggled to flip her over and intubate them, they began hallucinating, babbling on about the monster hovering above them, eating their soul.
“Can’t you see it! Don’t you see it?!” she screamed.
Once the tube was inserted, and we stabilized her breathing, she stopped struggling as much. The lack of oxygen to her brain had to have caused a terrifying hallucination. Strange that the last five patients who died claimed to have seen something similar before they died. The nurse held her hand, and told her she’d be alright now. We all knew that her chances were slim, 1 in 3 at best..
These strange creatures roam the places between dimensions, invisible and incorporeal to beings grounding in a single reality most of the time. They are parasites, feeding on the vapors emitted by slowly dying beings and their radiating pulses of fear and dread. Some say they are a servitor race of the Great Old One Aboth, Source of Uncleanliness, but what their true relationship is to that entity, if anything, remains a mystery.
“…in the lands of the Arabs, there are men 70 or 80 years old who are willing to give their bodies to save others. Such a one takes no more food or drink, only bathing and eating a little honey, till after a month his excreta are nothing but honey; then death ensues. His compatriots place the body to macerate in a stone coffin full of honey, with an inscription giving the year and month of burial. After a hundred years, the seals are removed and the confection so formed used for the treatment of wounds and fractures of the body and limbs—only a small amount taken internally is needed for the cure.”—Li Shizhen, Bencao Gangmu, 1596
In ancient times, people nearing the end of their life, wishing to provide for their families and community, would begin the process to become a mellified man. They would foreswear all food but honey, and begin to ritually purify their mind and body. Oftentimes aided by others, cists were prepared for their body, and upon death, they’d be laid to rest within the stone coffin, which was then filled with honey and sealed. The month and year of the death would be chiseled into one side.