Name: Spooky Wineglass. Age: Spooky Wineglass. Origin: The Great Beyond. Appearance Details: It's a wineglass, that is spooky. Roughly 8 inches tall, with a more than ideal waistline and the perfect neck. History: It is said that the Wineglass was wrought from the table of the Dark One. Ever has it been since, unable to return from whenst it came, it has instead taken to exerting its eldritch presence upon the world. Still, it has been so long since its arrival in our world that no one is truly sure of its origins aside from that it is not of this world or the realms that encircle it.
Perhaps one day a great magi will finally find cause--and the means--to banish it so that it may never terrorize our world again.
Abilities: While the full extent of its vast eldritch power is unknown, it does have an inexplicable way of turning up where you least expect and least desire it to be. It can never truly be drained and any liquid which enters it is turned into an unspeakably dark vintage of which the affects are unknown. It has been eons since any have dared to partake of its forbidden fluid.
Belongings: No, tis it which is the belonging to someone else.
"Without The --------------~~~~~^~~~~~-------------- There Is Nothing."
Name: The Vibratory State. Age: There was once a shadow that passed through the cosmos. The Vibratory State is older even than this first shadow. Origin: Neil Geiman theorized it; Stephen Hawking calculated it; They were all at the tip of the proverbial iceberg. Appearance Details: An unseen, felt, presence. It is a thrum through your bones, a distortion of the natural world. It is that which bends and modulates. There is only its height--various--which goes from its lowest valley to its highest peak. It is everything, but it is invisible and without form.
History: Long lhong ago, before the fickle thing we call That Which Is In The Space Of Our Knowing--or TWIITSOOK for short--even existed with any cohesion, there was The Vibratory State. It is the primordial essence before all others. It has pervaded our world since time immemorial and will be present even after everything is gone.
Abilities: It is the vibration. It is sound. It is that which brings forth from the Without, creating substance from patterns.
Belongings: Nothing belongs to it nor does anything fall outside the purview of its ownership. In a way we are all but pets and lampposts to it.
"Drink me. Nothing bad will happen. At least, not to you."
Name: The Potion Age: ??? Origin: Created by a mad alchemist following a recipe pillaged from an ancient ruin. Perhaps not even in this universe. Appearance Details: Is a potion. History: The Potion has existed since the Yagen gave it form, but its materials did not coalesce into the physical until the mad alchemist brought together the correct items in the correct place and combined them in the correct way. It has since lurked, waiting for the day one will drink it and it may unleash the force of the Yagen proper. Belongings: Magic. Lots of magic.
Appearance Details: The form it takes is approximately the size of a creature whose mass is consistent to that of eighteen grizzly bears that have been systematically compacted into the space in which an unladden semi would take up...divided by three, multiplied by 5 in the wrong order. As to G̀r̸̵̕̕͡é̛͢͜͞g҉̶͟'s true form, well...I mean, have you ever seen a 12th dimensioned eyeball combined with an out of phase angellic artifact? Basically that, but bigger and more deranged.
History: It is said that once, long ago, before the hereafter of our present day, there existed a Paladin and a Thief. The former was corrupt and the latter stole only for virtuous reasons, using their earnings to offend the opulent and redistribute wealth to where it belonged. The Thief was a virtuous taxman and the Paladin was actually just a police officer. Allegedly. I don't know everything, okay, I'm just a guy named Eddy. Anyways, basically the two once swapped bodies because of the involverment of a Crossroads Entity by the name of, uh...yeah I don't know how to pronounce that...let's call her Haggis...actually let's just call her Karen. Fucking Karen. Essentially she dicked with their heads and played at the strings of their Esscentials ennacting upon them a terrible rule that required they spurn their roles and principles or be forever changed. For a time they managed to skirt the terrible rule, getting out on technicalities in Karen's poorly thought-up existential law, until finally one slipped up just enough to break the rule. The result was horrifying as the two contrary individuals were melded into one and twisted beyond recognition by horrible tortures indescribable with language of any quantifiable sort.
Think about the last time you went to McDonalds for example, or the first time you experienced a particularly horrifying bout of brief confusion. It was something like that, but stretched over the space of several millenia. Once Karen felt they had suffered--and that she was bored--enough to be relieved...she let them go. However, unlike she had expected, she found that they could not be returned to their prior state. In fact, she no longer had any control of them at all.
In fear at what she had created she attempted to seal it away, but instead only limited its movements to the Great Crossroads at the edge of the five/fifths of Yagneronomous the fifth of his ninth name. Since then that which we call G̀r̸̵̕̕͡é̛͢͜͞g҉̶͟ has lurked about and terrorized the realms connected by the Crossroads, often trapping people in his cursed hordes and using them for his own *clears throat* JUST amusement.
Still, he's great at parties.
Abilities: Perhaps its best known abolitah, G̀r̸̵̕̕͡é̛͢͜͞g҉̶͟ has the universe's most loud, pervasive whisper possible. However, not in the traditional sense, for rather than flow merely through the vibrational realm in the form of sound, G̀r̸̵̕̕͡é̛͢͜͞g҉̶͟'s voice is superimposed in the longitudinal patternshift of the great intra-physical matrices. As a result, the technically audible sound of G̀r̸̵̕̕͡é̛͢͜͞g҉̶͟'s voice is rather quiet, whereas its insidious presence worms and writhes its way through the mind and being of those who hear it, resulting in a maddeningly loud, impossible to ignore psychic noise.
One of its lesser known, but more terrifying abilities, is hallucinatory phase-shapeshifting. This ability allows G̀r̸̵̕̕͡é̛͢͜͞g҉̶͟ to freely alter his form, while appearing to never change. Similarly it also allows him to control how maddenning it is to look upon his visage. Sadly, his control is rather shit.
Belongings: Several large hordes of unattainable, fairly valuable treasures, kept in easily accessible locations, found frequently by adventurers. They are traps, no one leaves unless he allows it...and a Apple Watch which G̀r̸̵̕̕͡é̛͢͜͞g҉̶͟ wears on one of its eyestalks.
"JUSTICE! But not, like, G̀r̸̵̕̕͡é̛͢͜͞g҉̶'s justice. More... JUSTICE!"
Name: Axolotl Tomwise Yagensson the First - Otherwise known as The Word - Otherwise known as Axolotl Tomwise Yagensson the Third (if you ask his brother and cousin). Age: Somewhere between yesterday and tomorrow. Origin: Over there. Or was it over here? Yagen knows, but not really. Appearance Details: ??? History: The first word that was spoken in this universe by any being echoes still through the Yagen. Once upon a time, this echo reached the consecrated lintel of the Fifth Crossroads (as defined by Yagen) and crossed that most sacred of thresholds, manifesting as a large dictionary with a mouth made of teeth that are actually words. Ever since that fateful time, the Word has made it their singular purpose to give each being it finds a unique word so that it can stop being The Word and just be a word again. Belongings: A dictionary. The only friend they've ever had. Abilities: The Word is the embodiment of the First Word, and owns the power of purpose. Whatever singular word he speaks to an individual compels them to become the best representation of that word they physically can.
