[𝖦𝖤𝖭𝖤𝖠𝖫𝖮𝖦𝖸]

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐕𝐨𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐬.

In the primordial darkness, from which the 'Outer Gods' birthed the ‘Old Ones’ have long withdrawn their blessings. They pursue their parent darkness and stars like somnolent, wounded embryos struck helpless and bloodied, caught between death and rebirth, forgetful and yet mindful of their crimes. Their vestiges are profound, their sepulchre's infinite, their star’s songs sorrowful - for these ancient progeny have paid a horrendous and terrible consequence for the rebellion and heresy of their proginy. 

The Great Old Ones are otherworldly entities of almost unimaginable power—beings completely alien to humanity, both physiologically and spiritually. They exist in the forgotten corners of distant worlds, voids or lost dimensions, yet their power is so great they can influence certain sensitive mortal minds in their dreams and nightmares, even if such influence is as accidental as a star’s gravitational pull on a tiny molecule of dust adrift in space. In such ways, cults devoted to the Great Old Ones can rise on worlds throughout the Ayenee and any Material Plane, even without prior contact between these worlds. Some of the Great Old Ones grant access to the domain of Void and its associated subdomains tp their spawn and offspring- however they are rare and should not commonly seen let alone addressed by name or conjuration. 

While not all of the Great Old Ones are evil, all are forces of chaos. Their cults are almost always evil and cause harm and madness, but the Great Old Ones are generally content to ignore lesser life such as humans, demons, angels, devils; and look upon them rather boredly. Yet when their attention is garnered, the results can be catastrophic on an immense scale— for just as the ant who bites someone’s toe invites swift destruction on a scale its feeble mind can’t envision, so too does humanity invite unimaginable ruin by delving into the affairs of these powerful creatures.

The Great Old Ones themselves often serve and worship even greater powers, such as the Outer Gods, who typically remain in the deepest of voids, and whereas the Great Old Ones can be thought of as akin to demigods, the Outer Gods are themselves true deities.



𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖊𝖛𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕯𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘: 𝕾𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖚𝖙𝖍 '𝕮𝖓𝖔𝖑𝖙𝖍𝖎
ˢʰᵃʳᵘᵗʰ'ᶜᶰᵒˡᵗʰᶤ| ᴼᵇˡᶤᵛᶤᵒᶰ| ᵀʰᵉ ᴴᵘᶰᵍᵉʳ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᴮᵉʸᵒᶰᵈ| ᵀʰᵉ ᴮˡᵃᶜᵏ ᴾʰᵒᵉᶰᶤˣ ᶠᵃᵗʰᵉʳ



The atmosphere changed, becoming more animated- like a black night beneath myriad burning stars, staring into the billowing rays of a dancing aurora of ‘living’ visceral blackness and writhing phantasmal holocaust. Upon the heights of an immense plateau sat a black citadel of wicked design, a central spire of dull ebony dominated the weird structure, whose architecture was like none had ever laid witness to, even the most widely travelled voyager outside the first of the wombs, and the darkest of the deepest tapestries.

Ziggurats, pyramids, and faceted domes of unpolished black stone rose toward the raging sun like a scar of pestilence. Great black gates swing slowly open, while a host of blinded and cloaked figures walked in solemn procession over the far lip of the plateau and stumbled one by one into the gaping maw of darkness, like rotted pilgrims entering the halls of salvation. Never-ending. Hot breezes bore the sounds from beyond distant dunes, something that sounded more like screams from perishing stars and suffocating suns.


Power was nothing but a gesture in the face of it as the chants of the soon to be dead sung with the dying stars, "Focarakk kraavark, ovodam! Oir ruirk uk mesrs roqa suma, omd sodam aeuir dordaks kaork, omd raks aeui rara, omd sra Sim es kremak ku craor!" ["Faceless sleepers, awaken! Our hours of night have gone, and taken your darkest fears, and left you here, and the Sun it shines so clear!"]

Melanoid was the ascending disc, looming over the charred onyx obelisks. Its shadowy mass reminiscent to obsidian wings creeping towards the pit of the dedicates, and the darkness that existed within its chasms, revealing with it, sentient tides of darkness. It’s solar orb, swollen and bloated as if the suckled blood of  sacrificial offertories  were its hapless prey beneath the starless choking sky. Throngs of screaming multitudes scooped in vast clawed hands, deposited in the gaping maw of a vast, gargantuan mass.

Monolithic claws plucked each life, meager morsels given yet bore no true gratification, the primordial hunger would never know any definition of. Great, black, onyx-like eyes gazed over its dominion with an ephemeral gulf-spawned rapaciousness as they were devoured. Squatting corpulent over the nebulous veils of the galaxy, horrid tongue spilling hungrily from its vast maw and lifting the forms of god, kings and priests alike to its numberless maws.




𝔊𝔬𝔡𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔈𝔫𝔡𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔙𝔬𝔦𝔡𝔰: 𝔗𝔲𝔞𝔦𝔩𝔢𝔦  ℜ'𝔗𝔥𝔦𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔥
ᵀᵘᵃᶤˡᵉᶤ  ᴿ'ᵗʰᶤʰᵃᶰᶤʰ| ᴼʳᶜʰᶤᵈ ˢᵖᶤᵈᵉʳ ᴳᵒᵈᵈᵉˢˢ| ᵛᵒᶤᵈᶤᶜ ᴹᵃᵗʳᶤᵃʳᶜʰ| ᴷᵉᵉᵖᵉʳ ᵒᶠ ᴾᵒᶤˢᵒᶰˢ 




There within the voids she spins a gigantic web, bridging a massive chasms between the void, the umbra, infernal realms, dreamlands and the waking world of Ayenee. Some believe that when the web is complete, the end of all worlds will come, because it will create a permanent junction allowing the eldritch horrors to move freely amongst the planets and stars. The regent of all spiders and poisons voidic, magical and mortal. Furthermore, the Leviathan spiders of the Lellihath spirals are thought to be amongst some of her beastly revenants and children.