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| − | The Realm Between Worlds is a | + | The Realm Between Worlds does not exist in any part of the multiverse. It is not a dimension or a demesne, it is not inside or outside of time. It borders the infinity of the [[Astral]] plane, the hazy, fluidic realm that borders all dimensions. |
| − | + | The Realm Between Worlds is a non-place, where enthalpy rules in place of entropy. Instead of gravitational attraction, repulsion is the de-facto state of things. | |
| − | + | Nothing in the Realm Between Worlds makes sense to a mortal mind. Even gods struggle to understand it. Time does not flow in a linear fashion. Rules of natural causality are casually broken and reassembled on a whim. | |
| − | + | It is a broken and nightmarish place, filled with strange architecture and stars in the sky that are living, tortured beings. Monsters dwell in this land-- called the Old Gods, or Old Ones-- the Formless, the Many-Angled-- they are hideous and defy any semblance of natural order or evolution. Some are capable of inspiring insanity simply by being observed. | |
| − | Old Ones do not just threaten worlds, or life. They threaten reality itself, seeking to undo creation. Some, such as [[Trigon]], are born of mortal malevolence | + | Younger, hungrier Old Ones periodically make their presence known at the edge of our reality. They peek into the rips and tears between the universe, reaching out to feed and snack. Sometimes they gain enough of a psychic foothold to project their will, allowing cults of devout worshippers to call them forth. Their motivations and desires are unfathomable, beyond such simple definitions as 'hate' and 'cruelty'. Some hunger for souls, while others feed on the psychic energy of violence. Others inspire madness and feed on disorder. If the Old Gods have a single weakness, it is that they are as blind and confused in our universe as we are in theirs. The light from our universe is darkness to them. It requires specific effort to open the Outer Gates, let alone to wake an Old One and then guide it to the rift. |
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| + | Old Ones do not just threaten worlds, or life. They threaten reality itself, seeking to undo creation. Some, such as [[Trigon]], are born of mortal malevolence given life in the Realm Between Worlds. Others, like Shuma-Gorath, can slip between the bonds of their reality and ours, and have been called forth by the reckless and foolhardy who think they can control such a being. Still others, such as mighty Azatoth and Yog-Sothoth, are so hideously alien and repugnant that they actively damage our universe simply by venturing near it. Fortunately, many of the Old Ones live in a state of eternal, endless dreaming, rarely wakening. | ||
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| + | The least of the Old Gods is a threat of incredible magnitude. Deities of Earth have been slain in the effort to contain such an invasion, beings that are otherwise nearly immortal. The power of an Old God can consume entire demesnes, stripping it of power and souls alike. It was in 1908 that insane zealots of Hastur summoned its emissary: Irktuni, Knight of the Yellow Banner. Their ritual drew the Old One to a region of Russia called Tunguska. The resulting battle with the Slavic deities resulted in the death of the arch-god Deivos and many of his children, their dimension drained of energy and the souls within consumed. Surviving gods dwelt on Earth as mortals or found other realms to inhabit. | ||
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| + | Should one of the sleeping Great Old Ones actively be summoned into reality, the response would be cataclysmic. | ||
Revision as of 09:54, 16 April 2018
The Realm Between Worlds does not exist in any part of the multiverse. It is not a dimension or a demesne, it is not inside or outside of time. It borders the infinity of the Astral plane, the hazy, fluidic realm that borders all dimensions.
The Realm Between Worlds is a non-place, where enthalpy rules in place of entropy. Instead of gravitational attraction, repulsion is the de-facto state of things.
Nothing in the Realm Between Worlds makes sense to a mortal mind. Even gods struggle to understand it. Time does not flow in a linear fashion. Rules of natural causality are casually broken and reassembled on a whim.
It is a broken and nightmarish place, filled with strange architecture and stars in the sky that are living, tortured beings. Monsters dwell in this land-- called the Old Gods, or Old Ones-- the Formless, the Many-Angled-- they are hideous and defy any semblance of natural order or evolution. Some are capable of inspiring insanity simply by being observed.
Younger, hungrier Old Ones periodically make their presence known at the edge of our reality. They peek into the rips and tears between the universe, reaching out to feed and snack. Sometimes they gain enough of a psychic foothold to project their will, allowing cults of devout worshippers to call them forth. Their motivations and desires are unfathomable, beyond such simple definitions as 'hate' and 'cruelty'. Some hunger for souls, while others feed on the psychic energy of violence. Others inspire madness and feed on disorder. If the Old Gods have a single weakness, it is that they are as blind and confused in our universe as we are in theirs. The light from our universe is darkness to them. It requires specific effort to open the Outer Gates, let alone to wake an Old One and then guide it to the rift.
Old Ones do not just threaten worlds, or life. They threaten reality itself, seeking to undo creation. Some, such as Trigon, are born of mortal malevolence given life in the Realm Between Worlds. Others, like Shuma-Gorath, can slip between the bonds of their reality and ours, and have been called forth by the reckless and foolhardy who think they can control such a being. Still others, such as mighty Azatoth and Yog-Sothoth, are so hideously alien and repugnant that they actively damage our universe simply by venturing near it. Fortunately, many of the Old Ones live in a state of eternal, endless dreaming, rarely wakening.
The least of the Old Gods is a threat of incredible magnitude. Deities of Earth have been slain in the effort to contain such an invasion, beings that are otherwise nearly immortal. The power of an Old God can consume entire demesnes, stripping it of power and souls alike. It was in 1908 that insane zealots of Hastur summoned its emissary: Irktuni, Knight of the Yellow Banner. Their ritual drew the Old One to a region of Russia called Tunguska. The resulting battle with the Slavic deities resulted in the death of the arch-god Deivos and many of his children, their dimension drained of energy and the souls within consumed. Surviving gods dwelt on Earth as mortals or found other realms to inhabit.
Should one of the sleeping Great Old Ones actively be summoned into reality, the response would be cataclysmic.
