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Behind the Prince of Yellow, a presence makes itself known. A man, about 6'1, tilts his head, his golden eyes glinting. He has sharp cheek bones and sandy blonde hair that is perfectly coifed and parted. His skin is like the pale color of almonds. He wears a impeccable three piece suit made from the deepest black fabric that is lined with golden threads. He smiles softly "Enjoy this ones fear?" He asks, his voice has a faint hint of an accent. 

 The creature turns.

”this creature has been touched by the presence of the black stars. I do not enjoy it, I am attempting to figure out how such a creature as this could have come into contact with a great Old One.”

 He chuckles "Why is that bad, may I ask? Everyone needs the fear of something more in the world."

 “Does the name Zeumia mean anything to you?”

 He thinks, before shaking his head "Forgive me, I'm not allowed outside my demiplane often"

 “It is a world. Or, what is left of it. The Unspeakable spreads its influence like a horrid virus among worlds, infecting those who have the minds of artists. Then, eventually, it will worm its way into this reality, and destroy it. Woe to those that are touched by the King In Yellow.”

 "Ah.. a son who hates his father hm?" He asked, grinning "How beautiful." 

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Behind the Prince of Yellow, a presence makes itself known. A man, about 6'1, tilts his head, his golden eyes glinting. He has sharp cheek bones and sandy blonde hair that is perfectly coifed and parted. His skin is like the pale color of almonds. He wears a impeccable three piece suit made from the deepest black fabric that is lined with golden threads. He smiles softly "Enjoy this ones fear?" He asks, his voice has a faint hint of an accent. 

 The creature turns.

”this creature has been touched by the presence of the black stars. I do not enjoy it, I am attempting to figure out how such a creature as this could have come into contact with a great Old One.”

 He chuckles "Why is that bad, may I ask? Everyone needs the fear of something more in the world."

 “Does the name Zeumia mean anything to you?”

 He thinks, before shaking his head "Forgive me, I'm not allowed outside my demiplane often"

 “It is a world. Or, what is left of it. The Unspeakable spreads its influence like a horrid virus among worlds, infecting those who have the minds of artists. Then, eventually, it will worm its way into this reality, and destroy it. Woe to those that are touched by the King In Yellow.”

 "Ah.. a son who hates his father hm?" He asked, grinning "How beautiful." 

 ”that… thing can barely be considered my father. It is a vile abomination and a vengeful tyrant.”

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Behind the Prince of Yellow, a presence makes itself known. A man, about 6'1, tilts his head, his golden eyes glinting. He has sharp cheek bones and sandy blonde hair that is perfectly coifed and parted. His skin is like the pale color of almonds. He wears a impeccable three piece suit made from the deepest black fabric that is lined with golden threads. He smiles softly "Enjoy this ones fear?" He asks, his voice has a faint hint of an accent. 

 The creature turns.

”this creature has been touched by the presence of the black stars. I do not enjoy it, I am attempting to figure out how such a creature as this could have come into contact with a great Old One.”

 He chuckles "Why is that bad, may I ask? Everyone needs the fear of something more in the world."

 “Does the name Zeumia mean anything to you?”

 He thinks, before shaking his head "Forgive me, I'm not allowed outside my demiplane often"

 “It is a world. Or, what is left of it. The Unspeakable spreads its influence like a horrid virus among worlds, infecting those who have the minds of artists. Then, eventually, it will worm its way into this reality, and destroy it. Woe to those that are touched by the King In Yellow.”

 "Ah.. a son who hates his father hm?" He asked, grinning "How beautiful." 

 ”that… thing can barely be considered my father. It is a vile abomination and a vengeful tyrant.”

 He chuckles "Still blood. Why would you give that up so easily over morals and what someone is like?"

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Behind the Prince of Yellow, a presence makes itself known. A man, about 6'1, tilts his head, his golden eyes glinting. He has sharp cheek bones and sandy blonde hair that is perfectly coifed and parted. His skin is like the pale color of almonds. He wears a impeccable three piece suit made from the deepest black fabric that is lined with golden threads. He smiles softly "Enjoy this ones fear?" He asks, his voice has a faint hint of an accent. 

 The creature turns.

”this creature has been touched by the presence of the black stars. I do not enjoy it, I am attempting to figure out how such a creature as this could have come into contact with a great Old One.”

 He chuckles "Why is that bad, may I ask? Everyone needs the fear of something more in the world."

 “Does the name Zeumia mean anything to you?”

 He thinks, before shaking his head "Forgive me, I'm not allowed outside my demiplane often"

 “It is a world. Or, what is left of it. The Unspeakable spreads its influence like a horrid virus among worlds, infecting those who have the minds of artists. Then, eventually, it will worm its way into this reality, and destroy it. Woe to those that are touched by the King In Yellow.”

 "Ah.. a son who hates his father hm?" He asked, grinning "How beautiful." 

 ”that… thing can barely be considered my father. It is a vile abomination and a vengeful tyrant.”

 He chuckles "Still blood. Why would you give that up so easily over morals and what someone is like?"

 ”they have been neglectful, not acting when our home and his kingdom are rotting and the twin suns dim. How can you expect me to appreciate that monster?” Says the eldritch horror.

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Behind the Prince of Yellow, a presence makes itself known. A man, about 6'1, tilts his head, his golden eyes glinting. He has sharp cheek bones and sandy blonde hair that is perfectly coifed and parted. His skin is like the pale color of almonds. He wears a impeccable three piece suit made from the deepest black fabric that is lined with golden threads. He smiles softly "Enjoy this ones fear?" He asks, his voice has a faint hint of an accent. 

 The creature turns.

”this creature has been touched by the presence of the black stars. I do not enjoy it, I am attempting to figure out how such a creature as this could have come into contact with a great Old One.”

 He chuckles "Why is that bad, may I ask? Everyone needs the fear of something more in the world."

 “Does the name Zeumia mean anything to you?”

 He thinks, before shaking his head "Forgive me, I'm not allowed outside my demiplane often"

 “It is a world. Or, what is left of it. The Unspeakable spreads its influence like a horrid virus among worlds, infecting those who have the minds of artists. Then, eventually, it will worm its way into this reality, and destroy it. Woe to those that are touched by the King In Yellow.”

 "Ah.. a son who hates his father hm?" He asked, grinning "How beautiful." 

 ”that… thing can barely be considered my father. It is a vile abomination and a vengeful tyrant.”

 He chuckles "Still blood. Why would you give that up so easily over morals and what someone is like?"

 ”they have been neglectful, not acting when our home and his kingdom are rotting and the twin suns dim. How can you expect me to appreciate that monster?” Says the eldritch horror.