[2]
The God appears as a vertically stacked cube and cylinder, always
projected on a flat surface. The cube and cylinder constantly rotate
in random angles and pivots despite being a flat picture, giving a
too-real sensation of the 3rd
dimension, and anyone who touches that surface “falls in” behind
it, never to be seen again.
[3]
The God doesn't appear directly, but instead appears on the
afterimages in your mind, as though you just stared at its
magnificent light. Each afterimages changes after you blink, and all
hint at some kind of massive hidden complexity behind the abstract
blurry forms you can “see”.
[4]
Massive hairy beetle. The beetle is invisible. You “see” it in
negative space, based on the dust that swirls around it, snow that
crunches under it, and fog that refuses to touch it.
[5]
When this God manifests, tiny spheres of material are gouged out of
nearby nonliving physical matter, usually stone, wood planks for
houses, corpses, etc. These tiny spheres gather in the thousands and
arrange themselves in a large “field” of debris, with each sphere
floating nearby and around others, and some larger orbs ignite
themselves into boiling balls, while other larger orbs seem to “draw”
other orbs downwards in position in the otherwise flat field of orbs.
This is a model of the universe and space-time, to which no fantasy
character could or would understand.
[6]
This God only appears at dawn or dusk, or in imagination which
manifests at dawn or dusk. The entire ground shifts to a 45 degree
angle towards the sun, and up from it rolls a massive gray
translucent orb, with a black mist within. The black mist only allows
a pinhole of light from the setting or rising sun towards you, and
speaks with the inevitability of the coming winter.
If
you anger this God while it manifests like this, it will tilt the
Earth further to a full 90 Angle to force you to fall into the
horizon.
[7]
There is a man strapped in a large operating chair. The doctor has
split his skull open to deal with a problem in his head. The man's
brain is bright red and swollen to about double its normal size. The
folds on his brain are extremely complicated and fine, some of which
make up symbols of words or even draw geometric spiraling patterns.
The God is in this brain, or takes over a brain, to manifest and
speak.
[8]
There is a man in a market. He has a massive pile of gold coins and
jewels, and is on his knees. He pathetically clutches out the heels
of nearby merchants and townsfolk; offering all of his treasure for a
single grain of rice to feed his starving daughter. Everyone is
laughing at him, or passes by quickly and ignores him. The God speaks
through a toothy mouth inscribed on a coin, with no other features or
details.
[9]
There is a man who is dead. You killed him. The God can speak through
any dead man, but you need to pull out the corpse's organs first, put
in a neat little pile on the body's chest, making room for the voice
from behind him.
[10]
Long haired creature from the a far away desolate place. It has a
face like a flat-faced cat, with two glowing glows, curled horns, and
hair that flows without letting you glimpse the legs. It's tail is
chitinous and stumpy. Every minute, the eyes glow brighter and
conjure tiny versions of the creature as big as mealworms on whatever
surfaces the light illuminates, the creatures flee for cover as soon
as they are spawned.
[11]
This God appears or projects in a room. The room looks like a normal
room of a low ranking noble; with a bed, a few luxury items, makeup,
books, and perhaps a child's toy. But everything in the room on
closer inspection is made of hair; tightly woven and colored to match
whatever object it is copying.
After
leaving the room or the projection ends; you will find your hair
styled differently, tied into a knot, or brushed and cleaned. You
also seem to have lost a few hairs or a small clipping, which the God
keeps for its own collection.
[12]
While the God manifests, the colors of all objects begin to “grow”
and extend beyond the surface of the object. Each color goes in a
different direction, and while the growths are not physical they can
still block your vision. Black terminates inward, while ever other
color has a direction, with similar colors having similar directions.
When the god speaks, the colors fluctuate wildly, and only when it
leaves do they return to their objects fully and simply stay where
they are supposed to.
[13]
The God appears as a small bright floating orb, and as it speaks its
shape changes to mimic the shape of whatever it is mentioning. It
moves very much as a train of thought, and if inbetween topics the
form will be some kind of thoughtless chimera between the two
subjects.
[14]
Massive sea cucumber like beast, expels forth a castle and knights
from its vent, made and tethered to its fleshy form. Among them is a
high priest of the beast, which is just a physical manifestation of
the God itself, that lives in the bowels of eternity.
[15]
In it's presence, all verbal communication ceases. Instead, the
surface level thoughts and emotions of all present manifest as a
swirling mist with images, sounds, lights, and other sensations
within each. The thoughts of each person and how they view the being
make up what it is, a bubbling mass that changes as the viewer
interprets it. It always has a aura of power around it however, and
the mass is backlit by a glowing light.
[16]
It's inside a gourd or large fruit, but the gourd is spinning. On the
inside of it, is another spinning gourd and so on and so on. Every
few seconds the gourds rotate into alignment, allowing the rough cut
hole of each to peer all the way into the center, which is millions
of layers deeper then it should be, like at the heart of everything,
a deep pink light spills out from within the labyrinth, a hidden
depth in all things.
[17]
The God appears as two beings, round stunted blue creatures with long
hands and short legs. They have lidless eyes that stare wetly, and
the space between them is filled with dark lines. Their image is
blurry and unstable, as though this mere illusion is a close
approximation of their form, but not what they actually look like.
They can project their appearances anywhere in the world at the same
time, but are physically on opposite ends of the universe, and the
projected images can never cross paths or touch. If the two physical
forms of this thing ever touched, it's full power would be able to
enter this universe and rend it apart.
[18]
Entities appear in a ring that floats out an angle, towards the
listener, away and up, and then back down again to the closest
projection. They spin slowly, and the entity appears as a naked woman
who begins as a baby on the farthest point, ages to a fully figured
adult, then becomes a crone and becomes dust before the dust reforms
as a baby again. Each copy of the entity is in one stage and changing
as they rotate, meaning as soon as the adult one speaks it moves
along and becomes old, while the younger one comes close to speak
again before continuing the cycle. If anyone in the party has magical
vision or clerical spell, they can tell the woman is actually being
born, grows, ages, and dies as normal, and every few seconds this
entity releases a wave of energy from both the death equivalent to
necromantic abilities that requires the death of a being to be used.
[19]
The entity appears as a black sinuous mass floating in the air,
roughly diamond in shape, it's ending tendrils gently twisting and
untwisting from top to bottom again. Nearby, all dead things blossom
open like flowers on their appendages; the skin on hands and feet rip
open to reveal flesh, then sinew, then bone, then the bones split
open to reveal marrow, and then the marrow splits to reveal some new
substances going in a random order; a glass crystal, a leafy
parasite, a skin like paper, black granite, and then the black
sinuous material the mass is made of, which will connect via long
strands towards the unraveler entity to join it in endless twisting.
[20]
The entity appears a bipedal shimmering light, with no other features
appearing beyond a suggestion of wings and a tail. Within a 10ft
radius of the being, no movement is possible. Dust motes stop in
midair, the tips of weapons cannot be moved, and people are unable to
move, speak, or do anything at all. Their perception of time is the
same, they just cannot move even a single atom. Everytime it flies
through the air on its magic wings, it causes a great split through
the clouds and skies, and brings great storms from its disruption and
thunderclaps when it lands.
[21]
An aggressive collection of hand-shaped leaves cover this area, blown
by a strong and focused wind. The leaves grasp and fondle everything
in reach, and hold down living creatures with a tight grip, as though
keeping them from trodding on even a single one.
As
the wind blowns onwards, the leaves fly away along with it, the wind
itself perhaps being the entity's manifestation into our world, or
merely a herald of something greater. Sometimes, the leaves pick up a
small object in their hands and take it.
[22]
This God appears as a wind up doll, small and insignificant, that you
are supposed to carry with you as you trod it's domain. It's domain
is a huge storehouse, filled with hundreds of shelves of gleaming
treasures and oddities. Everything here is polished and cleaned
without a speck of dust- winding up the doll will let it give you a
message that sounds prerecorded about the oddity, but always tailored
towards your party in such a way to evoke jealousy or envy.
The
shelves have golden walkways suspended between them, as the actual
floor of the place is covered totally with the bones of slaves, which
can occasionally be seen swimming among those bones, worked without
food or break until they are undead, and then worked as undead until
the joints between their bones rot and burn away from overuse and
fall useless to the floor.
[23]
Chorus of songs drawn in and out of this vibrating thing; each sound
adding to its bulk as though an unliving frequency pulsates within.
This Elder God is of such a magnitude in weight that you almost feel
the ground itself sinking towards the unliving statue of red marble.
All the sounds and songs it gives off feel like they're sinking.
It's
name is spoken in a sing-song voice, and you cannot pronounce without
singing the name yourself, and losing your voice for 1d4 hours as it
takes it away. If you touch the statue, a pulse goes through you and
makes you weigh an uncountable burdening heaviness; you instantly
sink into the earth and die hundreds of feet below the surface.
[24]
The sky within a sky. Out to the ends of the horizon, you see another
horizon beyond that, with strange colors and clouds and a twin pair
of setting suns. It is only night once every twenty thousand years
there, and only at that time does this God leave its nest to prowl
that world. It has learned that our world has night for half the
time, and it is very interested in coming over to gain freedom.
[25]
There is a splitting and rumbling of thunder as a humongous beast
appears, larger then anything you've ever seen. It is as tall as a
mountain, and has an almost spherical head with pointy fangs jutting
from the bottom, a neck that looks impossible thin and flexible, with
a black hunched over body with joints closer to a man. Around its
neck is a bit of blood red leather, and a bit of it extends upwards
into the sky. This is not the God, this is it's pet.
[26]
This God is a yellowish pale figure, with 18 arms atop a stick thin
frame, with 18 eyes along its otherwise featureless pointed, wedge
shaped head. Every moment it breathes a cloud of mist beneath its
hands, and a scene appears copying a moment from before rendered in
clay. The PCs will almost certainly see copies of themselves among
them.
The
God nervously fumbles with the figures and terrain, moving each by
fractions of an inch and barely changing postures and pulling weapons
just out of the reach of foes and opening backpack folds and so on,
as though changing the past retroactively for some subtle
manipulations towards the future.
[27]
While it speaks to you, this entity casually reaches into the sky to
pull out stars, swallowing them whole with a satisfied slurp.
[28]
You will only ever see it in a hallway. It appears like a calcified
Minotaur, constantly crumbling with each step. It's head and horns
shift between different horrified expressions, and occasionally its
body changes to something totally different as the old one crumbles
away. It has never reached the end of this cosmic hallway, and if
allowed to, it will willingly trap you in the hallway as well.
[29]
It wishes to be known as a healer, and has white wings that
outstretch to comfort and hold close the suffering ones of the world.
It performs surgery with a crooked clawed finger, and while it does
heal, it never does so without alterations and leaving behind
parasites and foreign objects in the wounds it binds.
[30]
There is a pair of scaly, thorned legs. The point where they meet is
topped with an iron spike, similar to a juicer, with 19 slopes down
the side. This spike is adorned with a severed human head, which
speaks as the envoy of the God itself, but the heads are disposable
and quickly lose all their liquids, shriveling and becoming the
useless gray deflated sacs littering the floor.
[31]
Massive, wriggling pile of snakes at the bottom of a pit or lake.
They crawl on top of each other, but a giant bump or hill forms from
beneath them, the God itself, also very serpentine. It's mass hints
at something truly gargantuan.
[32]
Generate a Statue. The God appears not as a statue, but as a glowing
aura of light with random effects, symbols, glows, pulses, and
spectral beings and creatures appearing around the statue, trying to
find the perfect combination. Every few minutes, it destroys a statue
in anger before moving on to the next one, trying to make a
masterpiece.
[33]
Glass window of an unusual pentagon like shape. Tapping on the glass
causes a heavily distorted humanoid face to appear in the window, a
random but equally terrifying expression each time it appears. The
face is an eldritch being taking a peak into our realm, trying its
best to create a facsimile of something we'd recognize.
[34]
Everything in the room feels heavy and pressed downwards, including
yourself. Fabrics cling low as though soaked with moisture, moths
cannot fly, and simply stretch out on the ground hoping for reprieve.
The God itself is a fat and repulsive thing, its faces hidden under
the rolls of its fat it must lift with anemic fingers. The majority
of its weight isn't in this dimension, it's above, pressing down on
everything nearby, using our world as a seat.
[35]
It is a battlefield. Millions of lives lost, endlessly fighting in a
pointless war. The weapons are alien and horrible; cruel executions
and torturous deaths await those killed by the weapons, and prisoners
of war have even worse horrors to endure before they will also be
slain. The mangled bodies on the ground cry out for help and family
as they suffer and drown in the sea of blood. The God pulls a lever,
and a tiny red grain of sand falls out. They sit on a pile of sand.
They demand more, as they pull the lever again, and a new war begins.
[36]
It looks like a corpse, dead for a long time. From each hole and long
bloodied wound, a multitude of arms reach out to feel around it's
body, crab like claws extending impossibly far from the creature's
mouth to snip off these arms who get too rebellious and reach outside
of a blue circle, drawn around the god in chalk. Each severed arm
becomes as a mist, which makes your breath heavy, as though you're
infected with something but no symptoms come.
[37]
This god appears as an aura, the same that appears around the soul of
a living creature. The aura is roughly ovoid in shape, but invisible
to the naked eye. If slain through magic or a magic weapon, the aura
fades and dies with the exact same wave of deathly energy as killing
a person would. The God can immediately replace the aura; it has
unlimited souls and feels no remorse or pain as they are destroyed.
[38]
Every inch of this thing is covered in different colored paints. Some
of the paint drips from the ceiling, some is splashed on it from
buckets and jars nearby, others from seemingly endless paintbrushes
the god holds in their graspers. Every time a new layer of paint is
applied to part of the thing, it changes its shape. When one arm is
dunked in blue paint, it becomes as an elephant's trunk. When a red
drop of paint drips on a “shoulder” from the ceiling, a spike
grows there, as though just revealing another feature of the creature
that was invisible without that paint. It's true form is impossible
to determine as each color changes its physical nature as though just
painting over what was already there.
[39]
The God exists in another realm, through an ice coated window. Even
with the constant flow of ice, the window feels hot and heat is
billowing out. Hundreds of miles away, you can see a burning star
melting from the intense heat of being nearby the God.
[40]
There is an empty throne made of suspended lights. Each elegant
crevice is stuffed and overflowing with diamonds, and a quiet murmur
of angelic singing can be heard in the background. This God knows
everything you have ever done, and you feel the pure, bottomless
terror realizing that you have been judged unworthy, and nothing you
can do can ever change your sentence.
[41]
The God takes the form of a taunting and teasing child. It holds a
golden cord in its hand, which reaches far into the air. It's
connected to the sun. If the God pulls the cord hard enough, the sun
will go out forever, condemning everything to a slow and freezing
death. The child teases you about it, giving fake tugs to the cord,
and laughs at your reaction. This is all just a game to it.
[42]
This entity only communicates by tampering with memories. It folds
and separates your memories in your head without thought; just to
communicate its messages. They stay this way, even after it leaves.
Your childhood memories mix with your training days and that mixes
with yesterday's breakfast which you cannot forget as though it is
one of your oldest and most cherished memories. You take 1d6 Wisdom
damage from this; or make a Sanity check.
[43]
Cuneiform glyphs within glyphs; a massive runic display of common
language text like a huge word search puzzle. Each time you examine
it, your eyes are drawn to a new word that fits what the God is
thinking of you at that moment, and you can converse with it by
learning what is written down. None of the text changes, and it has
to be copied by hand to create another manifestation of the God in
the form of that same rune; men can go mad and spend decades learning
every secret and blessing from that script.
[44]
It is frozen in Arctic ice. Every second, you see an eon pass from
its perspective. Thawing; moving a single step, freezing again. The
passage of time and entire civilizations, races, rising and falling
before the ancestor of your ancestor ever walked the world. It fills
your head with an endless patience, stretches your mortal and short
lived existence out, you see yourself as a single grain of sand in a
desert of hundreds of deserts; a blip of nothing among the cosmic
eternity of this creature's perception.
[45]
It looks like an orb on four spindly legs in its center, moving
diagonally. It's body is fuzzy and black, with a green pupil-less eye
in the center of its mass, two more eyes are stacked vertically,
which shift their dull yellow irises back and forth, scanning every
room they enter. If it sees you, you instantly become an exact copy
of it, and it will speak to you openly and freely through telepathic
signals like an old friend. If you see anyone in this form, they
become the new form too.
These
orb like forms are a true terror to become; you remember your past
self and have hints at your personality and skills, but you have also
been assimilated and refuse to take any direct action against it, nor
be upset by the change. Your green eye sees visitas of reality you
were unable to see as your normal self. You are innately aware that
the God being exists in you too, and sees everything you see, and
will not let you make any attempt to avoid spying on others to turn
them into more spying eyes for itself. Once the God leaves our plane,
you all reset to normally, scared for life at the ease and
carelessness of the God towards your individuality and identity.
[46]
There is a nine sided shape floating here; it is slightly
transparent. Each angle shrinks to allow the forward facing 'face' of
the shape to grow larger, projecting images on it that spill out onto
the room like paint running from a canvas. With each side comes a
different illusion; akin to the spells that conjure illusionary
terrain, weather, plants and animals and even beings which
communicate on their master's behalf. Everything produced by this
being is half real, having half HD and effects but still threatening
all the same. If the God is challenged in any way or attacked; it
splits open like an orange rind and reveals hundreds of more shapes
and angles within its frame; each angle shrinking to a pin prick and
inflating a new face of the multifaceted shape outwards; a new
illusion coats the room as monsters and spells rip from nothing in
half existence.
[47]
Thorny spikes protrude from the ground, being pushed upward. Each one
feels like the tip of something incredibly deep within the Earth,
like the very top of a massive slender mountain. The God walks atop
these; its skin is as easy to tear as a babe's and its legs are
spindly things, resting on the sharpened tips of the spikes without
injury. Like a spider, it strides around, occasionally plucking up an
item of prey and flicking them down onto the ground spikes like a
shrike; impaling them, their blood trickling down to feed whatever
exists to push up those shards of ground from deep within the Earth.
[48]
Faceless giant peers at you from beyond the sky. It flicks its finger
when you notice it, and it spins out of view with a nauseating speed
that is wholly impossible for something that size. It doesn't
actually seem like it moved; it spun your planet instead.
[49]
Four long metallic bars rest in a disorganized pile on the ground.
Each second, they raise up a cloud of splotchy gray dust. These
things seem so stable and so horrid, nobody wishes to get any closer,
as though it is the waste of the universe itself. Any voice it speaks
with screeches in your ear, and tells you ways to end all things, as
though to end itself in the process is a positive result.
[50]
You see a cord, milky white, that stretches across buildings,
buildings, and beings frozen in place by some magic. On closer
inspection, you notice the cords have colorful spots, which on even
closer inspection are irises, shifting slightly in their place to see
you. The cord is like a massive lidless eye, with hundreds of visual
spots along its length and everywhere it stretches, a rudimentary
sensory organ for the God before it enters the world properly, in all
its glory.
I'll have whatever you're having.
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