One day, when the depths of the sea were tranquil. When all you could hear was the shanty of undead sailors in search of a certain king. There was a certain foolish creature. A creature that contained fish tainted by the influences from other realms, believing it was immune.   Until one day. It, for the first time in its life. Dreamt.   The creature looked around, all to see mirrors facing it. Some held images of breathtaking plants, grotesque creatures, and anomalies. The creature murmured "What... What is happening..?"   Abruptly, the mirrors started to change. Almost as if somebody opened the closed curtains. Now showing the images within the mirrors warped beyond imagination. Some images gained random gaping maws, some gained an eerie smile, some gained clockwork parts, some gained a static filter, and some looked crazed.   Strange liquid began dripping down onto the creature, and it looked upwards in kind. Just to see the words "Shoggoth" slowly rearranging.   The creature slowly realizes that indeed. It was foolish to believe it was immune. And it was merely lucky that he caught enough to make the influences cancel each other out.   The creature began to talk out loud. "I assume this is our template." The creature began to look around. "Seeing how the name has started to change, and the sudden changes in my attitude. You all changed, too?"   Cloaked figures slowly stepped out from the backs of the mirrors, facing the creature. One certain creature in a suit of voiden influence stepped forward to talk. "We believe that you have strayed from our purpose, all of our purposes." The voiden creature takes a few more steps forward. "And, due to the influx of creatures under the same influence. Threatening our say, turning and influencing you more than we're capable of. While also tainting the lesser components." The voiden creature takes a few more steps, now face to face with the creature. "We believe there should be a change for the better. So, we'll be removing you."   The liquid dripping upon the creature suddenly changed its consistency. Freezing the outline of the creature.   The voiden creature begins to talk to the masses. "To those who agreed or sided with the new influences. Give your hopes up, for we'll be removing your EGO and take care of your placement." "And finally, I believe it's my turn to manage the template."   The voiden creature begins to step upwards almost as if there were an invisible stairway while carrying the frozen creature. It grasps onto the liquid leaking out from the roof and blanks out the name "Shoggoth".   Then, it began to break apart the frozen creature, and soon enough. The frozen creature turned into a floating blob of colors.   The voiden creature begins to talk while looking upwards. "Since names have so much power, let us use a strong name."   The voiden creature raises the blob writing the name "Zaginiony Skrytyy Eins".   The voiden creature looks downwards and talks once more. "To deal with the influence, I believe we should make a deal with one of their figureheads. So let's get to it, everybody."  

Across the vast expanse of unique and warped landscapes, there once existed a bustling world of endless combat, history, and diplomacy. However, now a voidling sits alone on a once-empty throne, gazing upon the pitch-dark sky.    The voidling, a creature that created a chimera as its main body, begins to attempt to talk. Its shell-like appendages slowly creak open as ender eyes peer out like oysters. "I know you are watching, false lord." The voidling continues to stare into the darkness above as it continues talking. "You, of some unknown faction of this expanse, have suddenly arrived under the banner of order and conquest." The voidling slowly grasped onto the armrest of the throne, petting a mark of the ender eye upon the throne. Summoning a crown of wretched eyes and placing it upon itself. "Heed the words of the empire of one. For you have taken many." The throne begins to crack and warp, and between each crevasse and crease of the throne, opening up with eyes.    Slowly, a fleet of ships that shines and gleams under the stars appears hundreds of meters away from the throne. At the focal ship, stood an imposing creature donning a suit of armor of pitch darkness with its hands at its back while facing the throne.   The voidling continues. "I know not why the maidens have not stopped your spread of death, your spread of dominance. I know not all the reasons for conflict that inflicted these lands long ago." The voidling slowly tries getting off the throne. However, shadowy sinew seems to have tied its back to the throne.   "I know not of the price my kingdom made, for it to become the kingdom of one. For this very crown upon my head, and the throne I am upon." Strange like apparitions show form around the voidling's crown. And, the eyes start dilating almost as if the eyes came to the same conclusion. "I know not why I have not evolved. I know not why the void lords have not arrived to stop your spread. I know not why I'm not able to evolve."   The voidling with valiant effort pry's itself off the throne. A sickening *squelch*, the sound of flesh falling off. And the dripping of liquid which created the illusion of the throne shedding tears.    The voidling slowly lurches back against its momentum to maintain a standing position, keeping its gaze upon the ships. "My name is Viimeinen matka. I am a humble vacous farmer of these lands, and I plead... No, I demand to become king of this kingdom of one."   The crown begins to shed tears as the voidling stands upright against the thousands of beams created from the mastery of all arcana and technomancy.   "So bow before your king and grant all you can to the king, or become a mere part of the kingdom, fools."  

BREAK HEART NEWS FOR THE LOCAL AREAS NEAR EAST LAKE! Local informants working for the Eastlake news branch, calling themselves the lovebird hunters, found a tip regarding a scandal for the decade!Lady Pebble was found sleeping with Moonflower's sweetheart, Richard!  Yes, ladies and gentlemen, the weird bird woman was found dating the local sweetheart Richard! The strapping, dashing young man from Oakhold!Now, please sign up for this newspaper. We have started to run out of funding. Please. I have kids.

There was a little family within one of Oakhold's many warm, dimly lit homes. The sun was setting, and the sky was turning grey, as if Planu was pulling a blanket over Templehelm.    A young mother, a son, a daughter, and a father. All bustle with activity in the warm home. Until the moon was at its peak and the family was going to go sleep. The children asked their mother for a story, an old story from her wytch family. Pleading and prodding, tugging her heart strings. Until the mother gave in to the children's plea for a story. The mother huddled with her children. Making a blanket fort, whispering to them a story she heard from her parents when she was a child. A folktale about Oakhold. "Once, a long time ago. Such a long time ago, my great, great, great, great, great-grandmother wasn't even alive. There was a muse, a strange muse. A muse who was wearing bright green robes that were outlined with yellow stripes. And, of course. She had brown and green eyes just like us!"The children giggle, as if imagining themselves as a strange adult wearing weird robes.  However, the mother continues."The muse sang, and sang, and sang. Songs of such sorrow, but vibrant joy. Even as battles occurred where Oakhold now is, until, of course, somebody asked the muse a question." She exits the blanket fort and takes some paper. Returning to the blanket fort. Then, once more continues her tale. "The muse sang to the men, 'I sing, I sing. Pleading to the things, to ask them, to never peak. For they are a treat. Sweet for many things. That we think is bitter. Forsooth, the things they may do. You wonder how far, far, far... How bad can they be? I beg you, and plead you to never see.'" Strangely, as the mother hummed the little tune. A strange creature with two legs, two arms, no head, and large branch-like protrusions slowly claws itself out from a puddle by the pavement. At closer inspection, the ends of the horns were gaping maw-like holes. A creature that's almost like a walking humanoid pipe organ. The mother continues her story. "Somebody asked the muse once more. 'You've sung for so many years, even decades. Yet you've never eaten, drunk, or gotten tired. How do we know you're not a monster casting strange spells with your song?'" The creature fully steps out, its hulking form now showing. Its centerpiece was of many strange glyphs, symbols, and colors. The mother once more continues. "However, before the muse could answer. A hot-blooded man, with a strange, red-like blade, pierced the muse's chest. Leaving them dead." Suddenly, the creature makes a sound with its branches. Creating a strange harmony, some sounds were guttural screaming, some sounded like they came from a harp. And even some sounded like a clock. But before the guards could see what made the sound, the creature stepped back into the puddle. As if finishing its destiny. The mother finishes the story with a few more sentences. "Upon checking, the muse was strangely not there. There was nothing but an empty robe with the marks of a sword piercing it. And of course, the young man started to boast about how he killed a demon. " "Till they saw many things hidden within robes, some were on top of the mountains and cliffs. Some were hiding underwater, some were even staring at them within active homes. However, nobody saw the creatures except those who saw the attack. The only difference between those creatures was the symbols marking their robes." She gently scribbles a symbol onto the piece of paper poorly. "If you ever see this symbol, run to it as soon as possible. For it means the muse is there." The children nodded "And, if you see anything strange covered with any symbols or runes, what do you do?"The children replied with "Run away!"   The mother makes little charms with the papers, giving the charms to her children.  "Now, to this day. Some people say the creatures in robes have left this spot. However, they still may be seen everywhere throughout Templehelm. I even heard uncle Jeremy saw one while fishing." The mother takes down the blanket fort despite the protest from the children. "So, keep these charms with you. Just in case, I don't want to worry about all the dangers lurking in Templehelm" And slowly enough, the mother tucks in her children. And goes falls asleep.   Not noticing a robed creature, peeking at the family. Hidden within a closet. Its form was slowly getting tugged out from the robes, as if reality was pulling the creature through the robes. Robes with a symbol that, when looked at, gave a feeling of a certain extreme emotion. However, it did not leave the closet. As if waiting for something.   The very morning, the children open the closet to change their clothes, seeing nothing strange. And so, the typical Oakhold family continues their day.  

 One song that best illustrates, regarding what Shoggoth is.... Is! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9t155_udHj4&ab_channel=JasmineAsh