Old Gods

New Gods - Patrons

Long ago before the magic era before the idea of life was even thought about the world and most other dimentions drenched in endless deep oceans and were filled by beings known as Apolith. Ancient alien like creatures with power over mind and body alike. Hyper intelligent creatures that had thrown off the shackles of death.

Four of the eldest Apolith, height atop their great Eldrich tower achieved assencion upon becoming much more then Apolith, they became like forces of nature. Their existence was as mighty and as absolute as the wind blowing, plants growing and the planet turning. They had become what we know today as Old Gods.
Almost nothing is truly known about the old gods, forces like time and space, inconceivable beings so far above the idea of life and death its impossible to truly let words on parchment tell of them.
One thing is for sure, they never act upon an urge, almost everything happens just by their presence. Its easiest to think of the great four as everlasting trees. They spread their psychic roots into the minds of mortals to feed off there emotional energy not by choice but purely by instinct. Each one is responsible for a select amount of emotions.

No mortal can ever hope to match any of the old god's power as they cannot even fathom the idea of it.

All Old ones loose their child, still birth of ideals or miss carriage of beliefs. forever searching for suitable surrogates of their orphans.
Maidens are chosen during the setting of an Eclipsed Moon to be new mothers.
A blessed fate of the unhinged mind

The Watcher
To put such a being into descriptive text is certainly a challenge even for me but i will do my best
imagine, if you can… a creature covered in the trypophobia skin disease and every hole is home to one or even two unblinking constantly shifting eyes, a body like ebb and flow of wind and water, ideas if blue and grey, a grub body of something more unseen, teeth of man yet ideas of serenity and acceptance. it sees all that has yet to be seen and has already seen what has yet to be known.
as it floats or stays, it has always been where it is but can phase from your sight at any moment and you will cry out that you have seen it since the beginning but have never seen it before.
you will question everything your eyes tell you as the ebb and flow infects your sight.
Most mortals rip their eyes out after coming into direct line of sight with the watcher. sometimes more then once as the swear even after they scoop their eyes out they still see the countless visions of the watcher plaguing their sight.
Alignment: True Neutral
Domain: Sight, Vision, The idea that what you can see is visible in the first place
Symbol: A Sea of Eyes
Primary Followers: Followers of the Watcher
Notable Followers:
Followers of the watcher normally sacrifice their eye sight as a show of faith to the great old God, most lesser followers simply cover their eyes with fabric or metal but the more devoted have their eyes removed and offered as sacrifice for the Old God. these most faithful do not need to see as the watcher sees for them.
these devoted are often trained as clerics or monks are through there devotion are granted a minds eye by the Watcher.

Death?
At a moment when this great entity was at its most vulnerable hit with a idea that it not anticipated Norgrazath's corpse lies on the land of Exilis, at least the idea or it, torn down the middle by a violent shift in time and reality has rendered this great old god in a state of a sort of Half-life, It is not dead nor alive, its not even correct to say it currently exists in a fathomable state. A coma of eternity that this entity will never truly wake from.

The Crawler
Again? you want me to tell you about his foul being?
The Crawler… it resides at the center of infinity it has never come into what we call the physical idea of reality. the crawler existent in the depths of creation's subconscious. Suffering, pain, a great maw of ending torment. a head of dread pulled beyond the idea of sight as a scream that shatters sanity and soul alike.
endless red sky of finite dread that you are set free to, leave behind the idea of hope and happiness as its swallowed by all fear, prime terror, raw dread.
what remains of a mortal figure twisted by the very idea of negative ideals rises before you, the maw with human blunt teethe and a warm darkness down it swallows.
It crawls through ideals subconscious, always waiting for never touching your mind.
People that claim to have seen this Old god become unhinged from the very fabric of reality. first their mind, then body, then soul as its dissolved and spread thought all ideas of reality, Imagine, yourself split into countless more, all suffering the raw dread of the crawler for all eternity.
Alignment: True Neutral
Domain: The Negative and wrong in the world, the equal & opposite reaction to your action, Madness, Terror, Dread, The place where hope dies
Symbol: Human Teeth slightly open
Primary Followers: Followers of the Crawler
Notable Followers: Valefor

The Harvester
Description
Alignment: True Neutral
Domain: The idea of death & Life, the consept that a being is and can be born only to die. The reality that gives beings the right to live and die to live and die again
Symbol: Many bodies hung upside down
Primary Followers: Nil
Notable Followers:

It is said with the birth of this high being was the day mortals suffered what we know as death. Through natural or not the Harvesters presence brought about the end of all mortal life, a cycle that will repeat and repeat and repeat and repeat forever until the dream is shattered and reality wakes from its sercumbed slumber.
A single orb amast a body of crimson cloak, dread drenched hands clutch a weapon , a tool , an end only meant for harvesting life and death alike. It oversees, patiently, unlike most its quite, unlike all it is patient, unlike none it hungers for it. For a chance, for life to start a new cycle on the ever turning face of time.

The Sin's Cloak
A ancient and powerful relic said to be cut from Nyala's very body. when the time is right those who are worthy that wear this ancient item will be protected by The Red Sin A phantom of the true Nyala but a fraction of god is more power then a mortal will ever need.