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The King in Yellow
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Hastur, The One with One Million Names, The Unspeakable One, The Monarch of Leng, The Unspeakable One, Him Who Is Not to be Named, Assatur, Xastur, H'aaztre, or Kaiwan
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Full Name:Hastur
Age:Ageless
Age Appearance: Unknown and Unknowable
Gender: Impossible
Race/Main: Old One
Race/Sub: Denizen of Leng - The Dreamland
Honorifics|Titles|Nicknames: Hastur, The One with One Million Names, The Unspeakable One, The Monarch of Leng, The Unspeakable One, Him Who Is Not to be Named, Assatur, Xastur, H'aaztre, or Kaiwan
Birthplace:The Great Cosmic Design
Personality: Known by only his mark, this is the being who sends shivers down most beings spines. He is not he, or an it, he merely exists and watches. The very thing he is cannot be rightly defined and should not be tried. A regal form dressed entirely in yellow he carries a stone with strange symbol. He talks rarely often more observing, his kingdom craves new subjects. He demands new aberrations be made of former people.
Madness rides the star winds...
He comes to this world only to bring misery not of a great kind, no instead he wishes to have his presence be known like ripples in a puddle. This is how he sees humanity and these ripples he believes can be moulded to do more.
Chaos is his aim.
Be warned now, don't try fight or you may find yourself witnessing the true power of the False God.
Even his name is deadly to mention and since his face is always covered no one can perceive the machination going on in his mind.
Family/Relatives: Cthuhlu - Half Brother, Yog-Sothoth - Parent, Cthylla - Half Neice
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Hastur
Camilla: You, sir, should unmask. Stranger: Indeed? Cassilda: Indeed it's time. We all have laid aside disguise but you. Stranger: I wear no mask. Camilla: (Terrified, aside to Cassilda.) No mask? No mask!? The King in Yellow: Act I, Scene 2
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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Rulke
Description
So begins...
Hastur's Story
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A great disturbance would shake the very cave fabric as tear would form throughout all the dark chaotic energy. The twisted malign creatures who lived off the chaos would tremble as a figure clad in torn yellow robes would leave the tear. His face masked with a strange disturbing visage devoid of emotion, on his head was a crown of a strange kind.
Turning to the darkness he would speak, a strange tone but human-sounding as well, "I see now, well my little creatures respect is rare in this realm, but glad you show some." the being would chuckle before waiting, it sensed an interesting if somewhat recognizable presence.
Turning to the darkness he would speak, a strange tone but human-sounding as well, "I see now, well my little creatures respect is rare in this realm, but glad you show some." the being would chuckle before waiting, it sensed an interesting if somewhat recognizable presence.
And then it was if a pall was cast upon the light of the world, at least around the swirling energies of The Maw. Colors paled and the air grew stiff, tense, as if bracing itself for something to come. Yet even as the fell presence of Nyarlathotep coalesced around the jagged cliffs, the tension did not break. For to be in the presence of The Crawling Chaos was to forever lose comfort.
...At least, perhaps, to less august beings. Nyarlathotep was curious, yet pleased to find the malign form of Hastur standing amidst the fury of this place, his yellow form unbeset by the crackling energies that would undo lesser beings. Presently, Nyarlathotep took no form, and merely let his presence be known as a pall upon the air.
His words came, implicit and throaty, the fabric of reality vibrating as his very voice...
Kaiwan, Xastur, Assatur, The Unspeakable, Hastur. All these names invoke upon the foolish unspeakable ruin by your hand. Tell me, by what pleasure might I come to associate with so august a being?
...At least, perhaps, to less august beings. Nyarlathotep was curious, yet pleased to find the malign form of Hastur standing amidst the fury of this place, his yellow form unbeset by the crackling energies that would undo lesser beings. Presently, Nyarlathotep took no form, and merely let his presence be known as a pall upon the air.
His words came, implicit and throaty, the fabric of reality vibrating as his very voice...
Kaiwan, Xastur, Assatur, The Unspeakable, Hastur. All these names invoke upon the foolish unspeakable ruin by your hand. Tell me, by what pleasure might I come to associate with so august a being?
Noticing the presence the malign ruler spoke, "My Kingdom grows dull and I heard tales of place even more chaotic than that of my realm. I found myself intrigued so thus is why you find me here Crawling Chaos." the King would chuckle again before picking up a rock from the ground. Although it was not a mere rock, it was his symbol, closing his clawed hands he would continue, "This place has promise, why I can feel the radiating forces around me."
Indeed, it is a place of chaos, war, and uncontrolled power. Many seek to harness it and bring it under their purview. I make it my mission to undo such foolish agendas, but pray, what do you have in store for these ripened lands?
Again chuckling he would say, "As a Monarch I know not to reveal my hand, let's just say while the realm intrigues me. It is not worthy of my full attention, although don't mistake this for apathy... Why I just believe this place has some promise and I may try begin something... These pathetic beings would seem to be willing if not foolish to accept my Mark, perhaps I can cause some strife." pausing he would feel invigorated by the energies around him, "For now I shall observe for as we both know a good Magician never reveals his tricks nor does a Poker play his hand right away. We must watch and then strike, the slow take over."
Tricks are for whores, Hastur, but I understand your rhetoric. Yes. This world has yet to bear it's sweetest fruit. As it stands, there currently rages a war betwixt the misguided Christian pantheon...let them wear each other to ruin, that we might once again show the mortal coil what it means to revel beneath the fire and the stars.
"Perhaps I am still new to this realm, but I shall certainly follow this struggle maybe find way to have more delightful fun. But what of now my crawling friend?"
Now...? Now we must ensure that our renewed presence in the grand schism does not go noticed. It would be remiss of us to allow such varied deities which walk these skies to become savvy to our machinations. Yes. We must go in to hiding, in mind, spirit and body. Such acts of illusion and subterfuge are more intuitive for myself...but perhaps if we found willing subjects to inhabit our taint, it will slacken other being's ability to catch our scent upon the winds of time and space...
"Very well I am patient and have much time, we shall play them as you suggest and make them believe all is well. When shall we meet again my crawling friend?"
Time is on our side, my King. The forces of light and darkness shall quickly wear each other thin. Wait until their 'holy' war drags itself down to the mortal plane, only then will their attention be drawn away from the heavens. Only then will the world be so saturated with darkness and despair that we will be able to reawaken the sons and daughters of Azathoth, no matter what stars may be aligned.
Nodding the King would reply, "I see, well as of now I wish to bathe in this energy for when we next meet my crawling friend. For when we next meet..." with that he walk deeper into the cave all the while humming some strange unearthly ditty.
The setting changes from the-maw to The Hidden Glen
A presence would near, as the very area would grow cold and misty, a figure dressed in torn yellow robes, wearing a crown and mask of screaming faces, would approach out the woods. His manner regal and proud, his every silent step, crushing to man's morale and emotion.
He sensed great power, but also saw a way to begin his first move, pawn to D3 and the game would begin, as he would be revealed, he would speak, "A vampyre and pretender, why I am amused, but it's time we begin this chess game, there will be many pieces, and many losses but in the end you will expect the check-mate." with that he would summon his cosmic powers, causing the wood to darken, and silence to fill the entire area.
Slowly but surely a great shot of energy would cascade from the sky and land clean on the young girl, beginning drain and remove her powers, to force her down back to the status where she would beg for his eyes to sway towards here.
Hastur would let it go on until he felt she was weak enough, ignoring the vampire completely, and walk back into the shadow, the mist leaving and the darkness evaporating, almost like no one had been there at all.
He sensed great power, but also saw a way to begin his first move, pawn to D3 and the game would begin, as he would be revealed, he would speak, "A vampyre and pretender, why I am amused, but it's time we begin this chess game, there will be many pieces, and many losses but in the end you will expect the check-mate." with that he would summon his cosmic powers, causing the wood to darken, and silence to fill the entire area.
Slowly but surely a great shot of energy would cascade from the sky and land clean on the young girl, beginning drain and remove her powers, to force her down back to the status where she would beg for his eyes to sway towards here.
Hastur would let it go on until he felt she was weak enough, ignoring the vampire completely, and walk back into the shadow, the mist leaving and the darkness evaporating, almost like no one had been there at all.
The setting changes from the-hidden-glen to Throne of the Emperor
Before you is a massive crystalline shard of ice. As you approach it, the voice of insanity grows exponentially stronger. It is the echo of a hundred thousand souls writhing in eternal agony across the Void. A powerful weight presses on your shoulders as a gaze that was immeasurably ancient, terrifyingly powerful, and darker than the blackest pit glares at you with sadistic amusement. Locked within the ice is a winged being of darkness.
You stand before the Throne of the Emperor - the Prison of Erebuz.
"It has been eons since our paths have intertwined, Hastur." resonated His disembodied voice. It rang with the same aura that filled the unholy frozen wasteland. "What brings you into my presence?"
You stand before the Throne of the Emperor - the Prison of Erebuz.
"It has been eons since our paths have intertwined, Hastur." resonated His disembodied voice. It rang with the same aura that filled the unholy frozen wasteland. "What brings you into my presence?"
A figure clothed in yellow torn robes would approach, his face covered by mask of screaming faces and a crown on his head. His hands were clawed and deadly, and he would be whistling but no one could see his true emotion.
"My, my, my Erebuz, how the mighty have fallen, how they have fallen and how can I fix it?"
"My, my, my Erebuz, how the mighty have fallen, how they have fallen and how can I fix it?"
The form of the shadowy winged being shimmered within the ice shard. His wings flexed and his penetrating eyes narrowed at the False King.
"Fallen, but bound to rise again." he retorted. "My blades were soaked in the blood of my enemies, and my wings coated in the dust of their bones. At the eleventh hour, when the Unweaving was nearly complete, my hands were bound by the True King and my strength stolen."
"Fallen, but bound to rise again." he retorted. "My blades were soaked in the blood of my enemies, and my wings coated in the dust of their bones. At the eleventh hour, when the Unweaving was nearly complete, my hands were bound by the True King and my strength stolen."
"And alas where does he stand now. I have either inkling nor wish to do anything with someone who moans like a child. I came here to fulfill a promise from millenias ago. Although maybe the former Emperor is climatized and not worth my effort, I can shatter your prison partially to allow you to breath air, but Lucifer's deal is actually well done, she has made it so you can't act against her, without being banished to Oblivion once more." the false god would nod, trailing his talons over the stone in his hand, covered with his mark.
The Emperor grinned wickedly at The King. "I do not desire your criticism, nor is it helpful with the Grand Design. Despite my... debilitated condition... much of my power remains. The All Consuming Darkness yet yields to my will, and the inner workings of Existence are still known to me."
"I assume you are aware of what needs to be done in order to free me?"
"I assume you are aware of what needs to be done in order to free me?"
"I have my own Machinations and shall do as I desire, maybe I shall break some locks, maybe I shall just leave you here standing." with that he would weave his hands and slowly but surely dark chaotic energy would start surrounding the claws, growing and shocks being shot out.
Then the energy would release and destroy five chains in the space, the prison shattering enough for the door to open briefly, then slam shut. He knew what he was doing as he viewed the whole puzzle clearly, the gate being jammed ajar, allowing for brief exits.
Then the energy would release and destroy five chains in the space, the prison shattering enough for the door to open briefly, then slam shut. He knew what he was doing as he viewed the whole puzzle clearly, the gate being jammed ajar, allowing for brief exits.
Sibilant streams of steam rose from the ice shard as a wicked crack shot down the length of it. Some of the dense fog shrouding The Emperor's form dissipated, revealing the shape of two gnarled horns that jutted from the being's forehead. Thick darkness cloaked his body.
Overall, the frozen prison remained intact. Clearly, there was a powerful force beyond even them at work. Nevertheless, from behind the ice, Erebuz smiled.
"My chains have been weakened..."
Overall, the frozen prison remained intact. Clearly, there was a powerful force beyond even them at work. Nevertheless, from behind the ice, Erebuz smiled.
"My chains have been weakened..."
"So another chess piece is moved, I believe this is Knight to B3, I wonder how they shall preform in their next move, I am curious and wondering, either way, my deal done and I got a chess-game to monitor." with that he would start heading away out, just slowly vanishing, leaving only ripped yellow robes near the entrance, this being the only sign he had been here.
The setting changes from throne-of-the-emperor to Intergalactic Space
The desolate wastelands of space, with cosmic anomalies and other secret mysteries of the great wide expanse would be in view, as a yellow outline would emerge gradually, slowly changing into ripped yellowed robes, a mask made of silver like material and screaming faces covering with a crown of many prongs, would come to light.
Then finally the figure would be shown.
The oldest of old, the deadly of most deadly, he was a King, a cruel aberration that goal was to cause turmoil, to cause terror. The King in Yellow had decided to begin his biggest piece move, The Queen, which would solve out the one issue in the grand scheme, within this machinations. It was time to crush an empire, destroy the very fools which pledged to be the end all, force these pathetic pretenders to be his subjects.
Eyeing the engulfing abyss he would speak, "Azathoth, I beseech to make an example, a warning to those who claim to be God Killers." he would chuckle in mockery, "I wish to bear the powers of my realm in this world, give me, give me this!" laughing he would feel a great power surge through him, as a being spoke, through his mind, 'SLAVES. SLAVES.' with that it would silence and the King would chuckle.
There were many reasons to fear the King in Yellow one was the fact he was about to crush a whole empire, the other was he was going to do it in such a way, no one would ever realize whom was to blame.
The ancient deadly magic of eons lost, a hidden eldritch magick that was never seen or heard of outside his kingdom, he was going to use 'The Light of the King.' (biomagicaluminent).
This magic was otherworldly, not arcane but not celestial. It was unable to prevent it's touch, for no current technology, innovations or heavenly interventions could possibly wish to comprehend this force, this truly terrifying crushing horror designed begin the apocalyse of a kind. no one could predict, nor deign to understand.
Then finally the figure would be shown.
The oldest of old, the deadly of most deadly, he was a King, a cruel aberration that goal was to cause turmoil, to cause terror. The King in Yellow had decided to begin his biggest piece move, The Queen, which would solve out the one issue in the grand scheme, within this machinations. It was time to crush an empire, destroy the very fools which pledged to be the end all, force these pathetic pretenders to be his subjects.
Eyeing the engulfing abyss he would speak, "Azathoth, I beseech to make an example, a warning to those who claim to be God Killers." he would chuckle in mockery, "I wish to bear the powers of my realm in this world, give me, give me this!" laughing he would feel a great power surge through him, as a being spoke, through his mind, 'SLAVES. SLAVES.' with that it would silence and the King would chuckle.
There were many reasons to fear the King in Yellow one was the fact he was about to crush a whole empire, the other was he was going to do it in such a way, no one would ever realize whom was to blame.
The ancient deadly magic of eons lost, a hidden eldritch magick that was never seen or heard of outside his kingdom, he was going to use 'The Light of the King.' (biomagicaluminent).
This magic was otherworldly, not arcane but not celestial. It was unable to prevent it's touch, for no current technology, innovations or heavenly interventions could possibly wish to comprehend this force, this truly terrifying crushing horror designed begin the apocalyse of a kind. no one could predict, nor deign to understand.
The setting changes from intergalactic-space to The Grave
The being would listen and say, "Don't question those who can fathom minutes within seconds, hours within minutes. I am the wielder of this, not a mere amateur with a shiny baubel. Question me again and you shall witness true horror, you wished to stand with me, even knowing what I bring in the end." It would chuckle clearly rather amused by such queries, the very idea someone would ask if he could handle such power, the sheer audacity suggested they still had not quite understood who they were dearling with, very well.
"All who stand will be given fast deaths, this is merely just a piece moving in my long game. Your so-called crusades of utter rightiousness do not overshadow anything, it's merely just another piece in another place of this cosmic jigsaw."
"All who stand will be given fast deaths, this is merely just a piece moving in my long game. Your so-called crusades of utter rightiousness do not overshadow anything, it's merely just another piece in another place of this cosmic jigsaw."
The mention of the name would cause shuddering and dangerous whispers to emanate through everyone skulls, "You are no equal, merely a tool to a greater mind. I side with Pantheon because it benefits me, not because I believe myself, or deign myself equal." he would pause and go on, "I have everything here, those maggots shall understand soon that eventually their will always be a bigger fish."
There was a clear sudden aura of menacing decay showering over the entire of Terra, the source was unknown and those who fathom what would be coming, would not be able to stop this. This was merely a chess game bigger than all could comprehend. The rain would lash down, but at least drop would be tinged corruption of a sort that no one had witnessed on this plane. A drop of pure destruction. Where was it going?
In reality, this was only though the calm before the storm.
In reality, this was only though the calm before the storm.
The drops descended, sending a maelstrom of utter livid sickness that stuck the ground and . landing in the mountains south of a creeping, cursed wood. The nearby flora were weakened and killed, while animals that were struck, would have their skin dissolved in a slow grueling way.
For a whole mile radius, distress shook the whole continent.
For a whole mile radius, distress shook the whole continent.
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