Cthulhu
Dec 5, 2016 20:44:32 GMT -5
Post by The Architect on Dec 5, 2016 20:44:32 GMT -5
Cthulhu
Height: 160 feet (?)
Tentacle Length: 20 feet (?)
Wingspan: 120 feet (?)
Mass: 600 Tons (?)
Flight Speed: Moderate
Climbing Speed: Moderate
Powers:
- Mist Form: When Cthulhu takes sufficient damage, it will alter its form into a thick mist and reform at its leisure.
- Horrific Visage: Cthulhu is so horrifying to behold that mortals looking upon him may be struck with madness or frightened to death.
- Immortal: Cthulhu does not die as mortal animals due, but enters a state of hibernation to recover. During this rest, his mind still dreams.
- Regeneration: Wounds dealt to Cthulhu mater little as he quickly recovers from them.
- Dreamer: Whether intentional or not, Cthulhu's dreams sometimes find themselves connected to those of mortals. These sensitive's are rarely prepared for the connection and often fall to various forms of madness, commit suicide or form Cults around the Old One. Those who are sensitive to Cthulhu's dreams, or even begin investigating either it or aspects of the god often feel the force of his mental prowess should the slumbering behemoth awaken. These unfortunate souls are driven to either riot, madness, suicide, nervous breakdowns, suicide or shunted into states of hellish half-sleeping delirium. This appears to be a manifestation of his mental prowess which is largely hidden. Those who are touched by Cthulhu usually end up either dead or mad. This is thought to be the merest fraction of Cthulhu's mental powers.
First Appearance: Call of Cthulhu (2005)
Human Kills: 5
Fight Record: None
Home World: Not Available
Origin: Not Available
Type: Supernatural / Alien
History: From Eskimo outcasts in the frozen north to degenerate cults hidden in the Louisiana backwoods, a phrase passes unchanged among them: Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn. Loosely translated, In his house in R'lyeh, dead Cthulhu waits Dreaming. They chanted it as a mantra, carving it into stone idols and summoning horrors from the darkness to tear apart human sacrifices with savage abandon. All of them touched by the merest sliver of the Old One's taint. All of them waiting for the day when the stars will be right again and Cthulhu with the other Old Ones awaken to retake the world.
And for a brief moment starting on March 23rd of 1925, the stars were right. The sunken city of R'lyeh in which the dread god slept rose from the ocean floor. Home to a cyclopean city where mighty Cthulhu slept.
A New Zealand Yacht, The Emma was blown off course as well as damaged by a severe storm. The crewmen of The Emma stumbled across an abandoned fishing trawler, The Alert adrift over a deep oceanic trench. Their own vessel taking on water, the crew commandeered the trawler. Finding little evidence of what happened to the crew and what little they did find (a severed finger, a strange idol made of an unknown stone, coordinates and odd writing) made little sense to them.
The crew endeavors to discover the reason The Alert was abandoned and sets course for the coordinates.
They arrived on April 1st unprepared for what they would find. The bizarre cyclopean architecture of R'lyeh was covered in slime and oceanic weeds; towers were topped with effigies of the dreaming god; and in the center of it all was a gate surrounded by demonic, icthyoid horrors.
The crewmen pressed to the center of the maddening city. Upon their arrival, the gates to the strange temple opened up, unleashing Cthulhu. One man dropped dead from the sight of the horror and the others fled to the boat, a task hampered by the nonsensical architecture which herded many to untimely deaths at Cthulhu's hands or into unseen pit traps and holes.
Of 8 crewmen who went ashore, only two returned to the boat.
And Cthulhu gave chase to the frightened survivors.
One crewman managed to overcome his fear and turned the ship around--ramming Cthulhu and impaling it on the ship's bowsprit into the alien god. The horror transformed into mist and returned to R'lyeh, glaring its hate as the ship as it quickly reformed. But as the stars were no longer right, the creature returned to its lair, leaving only a single man alive on deck--and that man soon found himself lost in madness.
To this day, Cthulhu waits dreaming for the day when he can leave his sunken city of R'lyeh and retake the world. And that day shall come, and spell the doom of man and all his works.
Height: 160 feet (?)
Tentacle Length: 20 feet (?)
Wingspan: 120 feet (?)
Mass: 600 Tons (?)
Flight Speed: Moderate
Climbing Speed: Moderate
Powers:
- Mist Form: When Cthulhu takes sufficient damage, it will alter its form into a thick mist and reform at its leisure.
- Horrific Visage: Cthulhu is so horrifying to behold that mortals looking upon him may be struck with madness or frightened to death.
- Immortal: Cthulhu does not die as mortal animals due, but enters a state of hibernation to recover. During this rest, his mind still dreams.
- Regeneration: Wounds dealt to Cthulhu mater little as he quickly recovers from them.
- Dreamer: Whether intentional or not, Cthulhu's dreams sometimes find themselves connected to those of mortals. These sensitive's are rarely prepared for the connection and often fall to various forms of madness, commit suicide or form Cults around the Old One. Those who are sensitive to Cthulhu's dreams, or even begin investigating either it or aspects of the god often feel the force of his mental prowess should the slumbering behemoth awaken. These unfortunate souls are driven to either riot, madness, suicide, nervous breakdowns, suicide or shunted into states of hellish half-sleeping delirium. This appears to be a manifestation of his mental prowess which is largely hidden. Those who are touched by Cthulhu usually end up either dead or mad. This is thought to be the merest fraction of Cthulhu's mental powers.
First Appearance: Call of Cthulhu (2005)
Human Kills: 5
Fight Record: None
Home World: Not Available
Origin: Not Available
Type: Supernatural / Alien
History: From Eskimo outcasts in the frozen north to degenerate cults hidden in the Louisiana backwoods, a phrase passes unchanged among them: Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn. Loosely translated, In his house in R'lyeh, dead Cthulhu waits Dreaming. They chanted it as a mantra, carving it into stone idols and summoning horrors from the darkness to tear apart human sacrifices with savage abandon. All of them touched by the merest sliver of the Old One's taint. All of them waiting for the day when the stars will be right again and Cthulhu with the other Old Ones awaken to retake the world.
And for a brief moment starting on March 23rd of 1925, the stars were right. The sunken city of R'lyeh in which the dread god slept rose from the ocean floor. Home to a cyclopean city where mighty Cthulhu slept.
A New Zealand Yacht, The Emma was blown off course as well as damaged by a severe storm. The crewmen of The Emma stumbled across an abandoned fishing trawler, The Alert adrift over a deep oceanic trench. Their own vessel taking on water, the crew commandeered the trawler. Finding little evidence of what happened to the crew and what little they did find (a severed finger, a strange idol made of an unknown stone, coordinates and odd writing) made little sense to them.
The crew endeavors to discover the reason The Alert was abandoned and sets course for the coordinates.
They arrived on April 1st unprepared for what they would find. The bizarre cyclopean architecture of R'lyeh was covered in slime and oceanic weeds; towers were topped with effigies of the dreaming god; and in the center of it all was a gate surrounded by demonic, icthyoid horrors.
The crewmen pressed to the center of the maddening city. Upon their arrival, the gates to the strange temple opened up, unleashing Cthulhu. One man dropped dead from the sight of the horror and the others fled to the boat, a task hampered by the nonsensical architecture which herded many to untimely deaths at Cthulhu's hands or into unseen pit traps and holes.
Of 8 crewmen who went ashore, only two returned to the boat.
And Cthulhu gave chase to the frightened survivors.
One crewman managed to overcome his fear and turned the ship around--ramming Cthulhu and impaling it on the ship's bowsprit into the alien god. The horror transformed into mist and returned to R'lyeh, glaring its hate as the ship as it quickly reformed. But as the stars were no longer right, the creature returned to its lair, leaving only a single man alive on deck--and that man soon found himself lost in madness.
To this day, Cthulhu waits dreaming for the day when he can leave his sunken city of R'lyeh and retake the world. And that day shall come, and spell the doom of man and all his works.