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darkenedtones:

oH GOD YOU GUYS IMAGINE AN EMPEROR WITH STARMAP

A peaceful night, beneath a bed of stars.  You can see dawn over the edge of the horizon but the stars don’t dim.  The whole sky moving and splitting up into multiple heads and the last thing you see being a gaping maw opening out of what seems like Space itself

Oh I love this

When the stars became eyes, the void consumed us whole

OOO THAT’S SOME QUALITY HORROR FUCKSHIT

Our clan leaders always reminded us of the powers of the Eleven, but there were many smaller deities that roamed Sornieth, spirits and sprites who did the bidding of the gods or saw over domains of their own. In the Wyrmwound there were many minor deities who cast and healed disease at will, if you prayed before a hunt under the roots of the Behemoth the swift-footed forest gods would grant you their speed. Some had religious followings while others it was simply tradition to thank them for a plentiful gathering or pray for a large nest.

Not all the deities were kind, and around our home they were particularly cruel, so offerings would be left in hopes that our nests would incubate unmolested, that we’d stave off sickness and starvation if we appeased the fitful spirits who tormented the land. It wasn’t uncommon to seek shelter in a cavern for the night to hide from brigands or foul weather, though you never left home without a candle and a bundle of herbs in your pack. Those left in the center of a cave, along with a helping of food, often could appease even the most malicious spirits.

It was in one such cave our leader discovered the merciful blessing of the Starwatcher, the soft-spoken deity of the night and protector from terrors.

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… It’s a mystery