*cracks knuckles* I've got one. I created them for a campaign I plan on DMing, and I think I made it suitably intriguing and disturbing.
Creeomerac, self-proclaimed Goddess of Death, the Undying Pestilence
Creeomerac is an ancient being from the 'pantheon' of gods known as the Seven, and one of the main antagonists of my campaign's overall story. She believes that all living beings, including herself and the rest of the Seven, are inherently flawed and deserving of pain to atone for their failures. While she declares herself the Goddess of Death, she believes it to be a necessary undertaking that she carries with a solemn sense of duty. Her main plan in the story is to plunge all life into eternal purgatory by cursing it with undeath, granting all living beings "the pain that they deserve".
The main power that Creeomerac employs to further her goal is her ability to create vile pathogens and magical maladies that turn their victims into undead. Several of these diseases fester within herself, placed there willingly, for even she is not exempt from her judgement: If anything, Creeomerac judges herself even more harshly than all else. Because of this, she has degraded into a decaying corpse, her only method of locomotion being to slowly and painfully drag herself across the ground via the hundreds of humanoid skeletal arms that make up the lower half of her body.
The rest of the Seven have their own ambitions to acquire power or wealth or knowledge, but Creeomerac cares not for their efforts, feeling a deep disdain for all of them: Except for one. Fomalhaut, the leader of the Seven and the most powerful of all, is not hated by her, but pitied. She pities Fomalhaut, believing all of their efforts of restoring the glory of their empire would fail, and saddened by their desperate attempts to regain what was lost. Creeomerac believes that their empire is lost forever, and that the people there deserved to die in the cataclysm that took place there, but has never spoken of this to anyone, and likely never will.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*cracks knuckles* I've got one. I created them for a campaign I plan on DMing, and I think I made it suitably intriguing and disturbing.
Creeomerac, self-proclaimed Goddess of Death, the Undying Pestilence
Creeomerac is an ancient being from the 'pantheon' of gods known as the Seven, and one of the main antagonists of my campaign's overall story. She believes that all living beings, including herself and the rest of the Seven, are inherently flawed and deserving of pain to atone for their failures. While she declares herself the Goddess of Death, she believes it to be a necessary undertaking that she carries with a solemn sense of duty. Her main plan in the story is to plunge all life into eternal purgatory by cursing it with undeath, granting all living beings "the pain that they deserve".
The main power that Creeomerac employs to further her goal is her ability to create vile pathogens and magical maladies that turn their victims into undead. Several of these diseases fester within herself, placed there willingly, for even she is not exempt from her judgement: If anything, Creeomerac judges herself even more harshly than all else. Because of this, she has degraded into a decaying corpse, her only method of locomotion being to slowly and painfully drag herself across the ground via the hundreds of humanoid skeletal arms that make up the lower half of her body.
The rest of the Seven have their own ambitions to acquire power or wealth or knowledge, but Creeomerac cares not for their efforts, feeling a deep disdain for all of them: Except for one. Fomalhaut, the leader of the Seven and the most powerful of all, is not hated by her, but pitied. She pities Fomalhaut, believing all of their efforts of restoring the glory of their empire would fail, and saddened by their desperate attempts to regain what was lost. Creeomerac believes that their empire is lost forever, and that the people there deserved to die in the cataclysm that took place there, but has never spoken of this to anyone, and likely never will.
So cool
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One of my personal favorite gods from my setting isn’t even really a god, more of a superpowered invincible assassin that happens to also act as the setting’s god of the afterlife and superstition.
the Angel born dead
the Angel born dead was an angel corrupted by the dark powers from the very first moments of their existence. They were instantly rejected by their god and forced to live among mortals as an Aasimar. There, they met their first and only friend, who had the strange ability to talk to spirits.
long story short, they fell in love, The Angel’s friend died, he never left the graveyard he was buried in, and these cultists of the Angel’s creator god tried digging up his grave, the Angel didn’t let them but died in the process, and was contacted by the dark powers before they died. They offered him and his lover eternal life in exchange for his help in ferrying the souls to the afterlife. He accepted, and they now both live in the palace of the dark powers in the shadowfell for all eternity. (The shadowfell is where all souls go after they die before they leave to their afterlife, but sometimes souls refuse to go there or leave, so it’s the angel’s job to fix that)
*cracks knuckles* I've got one. I created them for a campaign I plan on DMing, and I think I made it suitably intriguing and disturbing.
Creeomerac, self-proclaimed Goddess of Death, the Undying Pestilence
Creeomerac is an ancient being from the 'pantheon' of gods known as the Seven, and one of the main antagonists of my campaign's overall story. She believes that all living beings, including herself and the rest of the Seven, are inherently flawed and deserving of pain to atone for their failures. While she declares herself the Goddess of Death, she believes it to be a necessary undertaking that she carries with a solemn sense of duty. Her main plan in the story is to plunge all life into eternal purgatory by cursing it with undeath, granting all living beings "the pain that they deserve".
The main power that Creeomerac employs to further her goal is her ability to create vile pathogens and magical maladies that turn their victims into undead. Several of these diseases fester within herself, placed there willingly, for even she is not exempt from her judgement: If anything, Creeomerac judges herself even more harshly than all else. Because of this, she has degraded into a decaying corpse, her only method of locomotion being to slowly and painfully drag herself across the ground via the hundreds of humanoid skeletal arms that make up the lower half of her body.
The rest of the Seven have their own ambitions to acquire power or wealth or knowledge, but Creeomerac cares not for their efforts, feeling a deep disdain for all of them: Except for one. Fomalhaut, the leader of the Seven and the most powerful of all, is not hated by her, but pitied. She pities Fomalhaut, believing all of their efforts of restoring the glory of their empire would fail, and saddened by their desperate attempts to regain what was lost. Creeomerac believes that their empire is lost forever, and that the people there deserved to die in the cataclysm that took place there, but has never spoken of this to anyone, and likely never will.
Family was everything to Rimstone and his Family. Yes as humans he had natural Kinship with the Kingdom down the road but he preferred the calm and serene scenery of the Farm. Despite this though, he was called every so often to help with citizen duties such as Jury, Occasional Judge, and Most of all; Executioner. At the end of the day the only people he would truly do anything for were his children. Tenstin and Eloa. His beloved and adored children. His family was filled to the brim with laughter and love. However Rimstone was sadly poor and physically weak. He was constantly robbed and attacked by Bandits. So one day while he was getting his daily beatdown from the Bandits he was killed. Filled with anger for the bandits of robbing him of HIS Family, HIS livestock, and most of all HIS life. The rage consumed his spirit, turning him into a strange undead being. He wondered the lands for years on year's end. Only to finally arrive at his farm to see two skeletons, children sized. He wept and wept for days. The sadness filling his daughters skeleton while his Grief filled his sons. This morphed them, changed them from lovable children to Corrupted undead. Now once again a big happy family they went about collecting a army of undead and collecting the souls of those they deem "Unholy". Now with this power they point their interest to the Gods of the land. Now truly starting the battle between Evil and Good.
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PM me if you wish for some lore on a person or place!
After slogging through the Silmarillion, I'm convinced that every pantheon needs a god like Tulkas. Tulkas was most notable not really for his domain over strength, but because he was the vanguard of the gods in battles against their enemy. HIs most notable act was physically defenestrating Sauron's boss from reality. In D&D, there's certainly room for a god whose role is solely to protect reality against outside threats, such as those from the Far Realm.
Think of gods and tell them to people, like their powers or backgrounds
We are one, we are none, we are someone, something and somewhat
Not a dumbass/not brain dead are my pronouns
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She/Her | Femboy Nerd
Moderator for the The 2 Story Tavern and Return of The Spider Guild
~Extended Signature~
Devilishly Cute
Made up or from some where?
We are one, we are none, we are someone, something and somewhat
Not a dumbass/not brain dead are my pronouns
🧀PM me the word 'cheese'🧀
PM me the word 'tomato'
I didn’t mean to post that. I guess null could be a god of death or smth.
She/Her | Femboy Nerd
Moderator for the The 2 Story Tavern and Return of The Spider Guild
~Extended Signature~
Devilishly Cute
*cracks knuckles* I've got one. I created them for a campaign I plan on DMing, and I think I made it suitably intriguing and disturbing.
Creeomerac, self-proclaimed Goddess of Death, the Undying Pestilence
Creeomerac is an ancient being from the 'pantheon' of gods known as the Seven, and one of the main antagonists of my campaign's overall story. She believes that all living beings, including herself and the rest of the Seven, are inherently flawed and deserving of pain to atone for their failures. While she declares herself the Goddess of Death, she believes it to be a necessary undertaking that she carries with a solemn sense of duty. Her main plan in the story is to plunge all life into eternal purgatory by cursing it with undeath, granting all living beings "the pain that they deserve".
The main power that Creeomerac employs to further her goal is her ability to create vile pathogens and magical maladies that turn their victims into undead. Several of these diseases fester within herself, placed there willingly, for even she is not exempt from her judgement: If anything, Creeomerac judges herself even more harshly than all else. Because of this, she has degraded into a decaying corpse, her only method of locomotion being to slowly and painfully drag herself across the ground via the hundreds of humanoid skeletal arms that make up the lower half of her body.
The rest of the Seven have their own ambitions to acquire power or wealth or knowledge, but Creeomerac cares not for their efforts, feeling a deep disdain for all of them: Except for one. Fomalhaut, the leader of the Seven and the most powerful of all, is not hated by her, but pitied. She pities Fomalhaut, believing all of their efforts of restoring the glory of their empire would fail, and saddened by their desperate attempts to regain what was lost. Creeomerac believes that their empire is lost forever, and that the people there deserved to die in the cataclysm that took place there, but has never spoken of this to anyone, and likely never will.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
So cool
We are one, we are none, we are someone, something and somewhat
Not a dumbass/not brain dead are my pronouns
🧀PM me the word 'cheese'🧀
PM me the word 'tomato'
*cracks knuckles as well*
One of my personal favorite gods from my setting isn’t even really a god, more of a superpowered invincible assassin that happens to also act as the setting’s god of the afterlife and superstition.
the Angel born dead
the Angel born dead was an angel corrupted by the dark powers from the very first moments of their existence. They were instantly rejected by their god and forced to live among mortals as an Aasimar. There, they met their first and only friend, who had the strange ability to talk to spirits.
long story short, they fell in love, The Angel’s friend died, he never left the graveyard he was buried in, and these cultists of the Angel’s creator god tried digging up his grave, the Angel didn’t let them but died in the process, and was contacted by the dark powers before they died. They offered him and his lover eternal life in exchange for his help in ferrying the souls to the afterlife. He accepted, and they now both live in the palace of the dark powers in the shadowfell for all eternity. (The shadowfell is where all souls go after they die before they leave to their afterlife, but sometimes souls refuse to go there or leave, so it’s the angel’s job to fix that)
Well well well, time for some old bois. They come from my first homebrew setting.
I'll just drop this here.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
I know right!
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
*LOUD CRACK OF KNUCKLES!*
Alrighty. Here's a Three for One Special.
Father, Son, and Daughter.
Family was everything to Rimstone and his Family. Yes as humans he had natural Kinship with the Kingdom down the road but he preferred the calm and serene scenery of the Farm. Despite this though, he was called every so often to help with citizen duties such as Jury, Occasional Judge, and Most of all; Executioner. At the end of the day the only people he would truly do anything for were his children. Tenstin and Eloa. His beloved and adored children. His family was filled to the brim with laughter and love. However Rimstone was sadly poor and physically weak. He was constantly robbed and attacked by Bandits. So one day while he was getting his daily beatdown from the Bandits he was killed. Filled with anger for the bandits of robbing him of HIS Family, HIS livestock, and most of all HIS life. The rage consumed his spirit, turning him into a strange undead being. He wondered the lands for years on year's end. Only to finally arrive at his farm to see two skeletons, children sized. He wept and wept for days. The sadness filling his daughters skeleton while his Grief filled his sons. This morphed them, changed them from lovable children to Corrupted undead. Now once again a big happy family they went about collecting a army of undead and collecting the souls of those they deem "Unholy". Now with this power they point their interest to the Gods of the land. Now truly starting the battle between Evil and Good.
Lore, Lore, and More! That's what I'm about!
PM me if you wish for some lore on a person or place!
After slogging through the Silmarillion, I'm convinced that every pantheon needs a god like Tulkas. Tulkas was most notable not really for his domain over strength, but because he was the vanguard of the gods in battles against their enemy. HIs most notable act was physically defenestrating Sauron's boss from reality. In D&D, there's certainly room for a god whose role is solely to protect reality against outside threats, such as those from the Far Realm.