Tis was but a creature, dedicated to serving it's master no matter what. Unfortunately, fate said no thank you.

Character was running out of time, due to the change in whoever ran the body. Shoggoth knew it was on timer, and it knew it's captain wanted whatever rewards they could get. So it swam and marched, fought n bargained. Until it reached the end. Of course, until Treebane chose not to go with it, despite the clear higher benefit of doing so. This resulted in it getting captured. The said mage didn't want to create chaos when Shoggoth tried to convince the mage. Even though the mage was chaotic through and through, and has shown that as a fact nonstop.Ah right, Shoggoth also told Treebane it would do what it wills, to just wait for them.

The Oozekin, leaking its membrane trying to stop Cessair from escaping. And gets dragged back, getting impaled by a vine, shattering its already cracked cores. The Oozekin gazes forward at the portal, trying to follow its last orders, slowly crawling as its mana depletes. Others run on top of its body, leaving it behind.The Oozekin, with a fully cracked shell, lies there. A shredded, malformed, and liquid-like appendage reaching out slowly towards the portal. Seeing merely the remnants of mana left behind, fueled by false hope. It knows this, yet its hope of doing one last thing before it dies forces it to keep reaching.SplashThe arm breaks apart, and the fish trapped within the Oozekin leap out. Swimming and flopping into the shadows. The Oozekin lies there, with no core. Nobody around it. Not even the people it has helped throughout its existence. And mutters. "I've treated you all with so much humility and humanity... I am not even a human, yet I treat you with such respect.""I did what I could, thinking perhaps I would finally see you, proud captain. Perhaps even see me as kin, unlike the others whom called me nothing more than a dog."   The Oozekin begins drawing out a summoning circle. "I wanted to be the sudden good guy, helping whoever was in need. Yet I do what I do now, hoping for lady luck to side with me, for anything to end up on my side."   The Oozekin's features begin to dissipate back into mana,  and the ritual circle evaporates as if it were denied. The first core, now long gone.   "Maybe they were right. Doing good for good's sake is nothing good. It just leads to death. Maybe following somebody with gratitude only brings a drawn-out death."   The shell of the Oozekin fully dissolves, with only the Ooze beginning to fizzle back into mana. The Oozekin, with its  mass once more, reaches outwards   "I just wanted to make sure you were safe and gained what you wanted."   The Oozekin gazes upon the illusory outline of its captain. It knows it is near oblivion, yet still cries out.   "Where are you, captain.."   The Oozekin begins to shrink as its body begins to dissolve like salt and a slug interacting. And it begins to cry as its last core dissolves.   "Please, captain.. I don't want to die. Please, no more of the darkness... Dredge me out of it once more.. Please, captain. Captain Svarog.. I just wanted to make you proud."   The Oozekin dies, not as a man, voidling, fae, humanoid, or anything of respect. Its plans failed due to the unexpected variables of the chaotic mad mage being a pacifist suddenly, with no enjoyment of chaos.  And of course, Treebane choosing to maintain possession of the least wounded person within the crowd of people. A majority of which was ironically not wounded.  On an island in the middle of the sea, where the Oozekin had evolved around and thrived in. Despite the Oozekin telling the sword to wait for the Oozekin. It truly did seem, the fates truly wished for its death. Citizens near the house witness a strange ambiance around the home, as if something lurked there. When neighbors went into the home, they saw nothing but a minor scuffle with tiny pieces of Vines strewn about.   [Btw Cores for Oozekin, are basically what make them run in general. Having cores made em intelligent and capable of running mana, which is basically their everything. Shoggoth losing em = true death. Don't even think Oozekin even has souls. They're made of Ooze and ambient mana.]

I am a scholar, seeking lost history among this vast, infinite, and fragile land. I hope someday, great explorers will find my theories to be the truth.However, if you ever encounter one of those I write about, please be aware that all my information is through natural observation and meta-analysis via case studies. Now then, let's start. Vohl. What are they?  Physically, they are on average 8-9 feet. However, some of their folk seem to change size at will. Common traits are grey to light skin, horns, and eyes that can change color. Where are they now? After some great blood war. Stated to be called the "Psychic Wars". They have relocated to their homeland and scattered around the realm. However, a personal theory of mine is that they have been hunted down and are almost extinct for the reasons I'm going to list. What makes the Vohl special? They are talented with any craft they focus their beliefs and talents on. You may think, "This seems pretty normal". However, they gain this ability just as a racial trait, which can be honed by practice and aging. Not only that, they have a practice of being gods. When I state gods, I mean similarly to the Wildaven.  Not much is known about how this works, considering the Vohl themselves lost major portions of their own culture. However, that is one of the main noticeable things. To continue on, they follow their ancestors as gods, and maintain their names by taking their names upon achieving divinity.   How would this information connect to Evolution you may ask? Well, let me explain. If you look around ancient ruins and histories regarding the gods of Templehelm. Or a majority of the rising gods today. You might find a lucky bit of information.  In ancient times, and most likely even in the modern age. Gods have their champions, oracles, and loyal followers. However, these roles to their believers typically tie them to the realms of the god. However, they sometimes gift a follower a Mask. These Masks seem to transform the follower into a Vessel, as in. An ambassador of the god, spreading its domain actively, while not directly tied to the realm of the god they follow.  In shorter terms, regarding what Masks are. The Mask turns a follower into a weapon or tool of the god they follow, giving them divinity. At a certain cost of absolute loyalty. In return, the Masks can spread their god's domain without requiring it as a power source. Generally, these Masks share the same name.   Now then, let us get onto my main hypothesis or theory. I believe the Vohl and the Masks are tied. Perhaps made for a similar purpose, or are tied to one another. Vohl, being the modern-day descendants of the Masks, before they were tethered to the gods, perhaps? You may state I am mad or overthinking. But compare the similarities and degeneration of abilities. Both races maintain the same broad name when achieving divinity; they seem to understand or follow the footsteps of the originator. The Masks follow the god or the past Mask owner, while the Vohl do the same with their ancestors with divinity or when achieving divinity.   Finally, thank you to the readers who support my writing. And, to those explorers searching for the lost Vohl. Beware, for those who survive now must be akin to Demigods.

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."