Yig

Some would seek to know

To find…to follow

Like above…like below

Back into the hollow we go

Water, Air, Fire, Earth

In existence long before our birth

Are we treasured or bringers of mirth

We want to rise above and prove our worth

 

Today we seek to journey into the knowing

Will little clue as to which way we should be going

Are there paths that you great Yig could be showing?

For we have no intention of slowing

Beyond our world, beyond even space

We know you dwell in that most holy place

Please take pity on this simple race

So that we may one day see your true face

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We only have so much Time

I want to maximize Mine

 

So much to do, things I must not Ignore

I need to attack them like a Warrior

 

Whether it is job, personal work, or Play

From my Goals I will not Sway

 

As long as I am Alive

I will continuously Strive

 

I will always do my Best

Before I lay my head down to Rest

 

I Embark

To leave my Mark

 

So Yig help me through the Tolls

Grant me the Power to reach my Goals

 

For servant of yours I Be

When I reach my final Goal I will be Free

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From the Mind of A Migo

So primitive.

Conversing, let aside working with them was, in itself, an insult.

Small, fleshy blood bags, barely more than fishes just learning to flop out of their salty seas.

Things would be so much simpler to just erase the species altogether, but they had festered and grown. Like a God sleeping over an anthill, they now covered all creation like warm blooded lice. Their self importance was only matched by their profound ignorance.

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The Migo, Estalrrrll-Lthullance, mused silently. If only he could convince the newest of the Dark Gods, the incarnation of the one known as Vile Darken, to destroy all things human this would all end the quicker. But since Vile Darken was once human and the majority of his incarnations across the Multiverse were also human, this seemed unlikely.

Every battle needed fodder he supposed.

Yet his intellect so far surpassed the ape men that he found himself being forced to solve complicated math equations during his meetings with them, just to save himself from the profound boredom that he would require him to tear off their heads.

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He blamed the great old Gods more than anything else. As they slumbered, content in the idea they ruled all, these mites had grown in power. Despite how much he feared to admit such things, they had even claimed some minor victories over his folk, in some places they had achieved much more.

Estalrrrll-Lthullance was a Migo. His was a race that had evolved from fungus to be the dominant species on multiple planets. From their undulating maggotish worm bodies spread twin batlike wings. Each end of their white bloated forms erupted with twenty tentacles which preformed functions ranging from constructing intricate devices to attacking prey and to the Migo nearly all forms of life were prey.

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None of this concerned him for his chief scientist, Prrryst, had almost completed one of the most impressive feats of their generation. It pleased him to know it would be the doom of the warm fleshy ones and when it was time to shut down the apparatus so the tainted humans could survive long enough to control that wet world, perhaps Estalrrrll-Lthullance would insure that the shut down mechanism would malfunction.

Oh what a loss that would be.

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Migo III

Decay

Decay crouched with the rest of his Toom. Despite being the Xemmoni ruler of the American Northwest, at least in his eyes, Decay liked getting his hands dirty. He knew his personal power became increased faster every time he devoured a soul, but the real reason he was out hunting remained that he loved to kill. Nothing got him off more than taking an innocent and then feeding on its life essence.

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Sure he could claim that he was softening up the resistance in the area, but it would only be a half truth at best.

The constant rain and bellowing clouds of mist did nothing to slow the pack of Xemmoni Glooms. It was their element. It would be like asking a bird if the air bothered it or if a fish was angry about being in water.

Around them the leaves hung heavy with moisture and the water ran off them in threads. Small streams had formed within the clinging trees. Mud remained a constant and helped camouflage their soaked grey robes as they looked on at the trap they had set.

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Much of the backwoods of the Olympian peninsula had already been claimed by his species before the real conflict had even begun. His minions were preparing these newer forces of recently corrupted Xemmoni to move out in mass behind his team’s wake.

His plan was to take Winthrop and then head due south avoiding Seattle. Other groups could lay claim to the city and battle for its prizes as they liked, but win or fail, Decay knew more than most that Seattle’s days were numbered.

He had his sights on loftier goals.

Wintrop might seem like a small step, but the little things added up and it would certainly not make sense to alert the local Law Enforcement while they still possessed the abilities to harm parts of his soon to be growing army.

Ghoul’s hoarse voice spoke over the patter of rain. “I can’t wait to feast on this town. Finally we’ll be allowed to do whatever we wish—all the things we deserve will be ours.”

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“Yes,” Decay started. “Our waiting is over, but remember feast on the weak, but Darken the tainted and strong wherever you can. As our power grows, so shall our army.”

But then the time for words had finished for a police cruiser was slowly approaching the car wreck that he and his Toom had created. Its flashing reds and blues appeared blurred by the rain like a water color painting bleeding across a page.

The officers regarded the heaps of twisted metal complete with limp bodies for only a moment before exiting their squad car. Together the two men rushed forward, splitting up so they could each investigate one of the destroyed vehicles.

Decay nodded as he brought up the fog. Soon it surrounded the scene, but the officers remained too focused on the grisly sight they took in to notice. Taking advantage of their distraction, the Glooms advanced like ghosts moving through an undulating sea of grey.

Decay reached one of the officers first. He let his sickle fill his hand, but instead of slicing the man’s throat, he drove the rusted blade into his lower back. The officer gasped and arched backwards. Decay grabbed the man’s neck with his free hand and drew the man against him and deeper onto his sickle.

“Officer I would like to file a complaint.” Only a groan answered him. “I was hoping there’d be more of you.” A wicked laugh escaped his lips as he started to breath in the man’s life essence, which his race called Baal.

Splitting into two groups, much as the officers had done, his Toom fell on the dying men. They drained them dry of their life and spirit.

Ghoul wiped blood away from his mouth. Decay shook his head. His oldest follower could never keep himself from taking a bite or two. “They called in for back up.”

“As expected and their back up will call in for back up. Soon nothing will stay between us and the town.” His red eyes glowed in the darkness. “Soon nothing will stand between us and the world.”

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Prince Stygian

Prince Stygian, as he liked to be called, paced on the narrow deck on his isolated mansion that overlooked the north side of the San Francisco Peaks, which loomed over the small city of Flagstaff. The tormenting rain had softened to a thick drizzle and he allowed himself to bask in the fresh air before the sun would rise and plunge his world into grey.

Darcarre Darkness

Like all Darccare, Stygian worshipped the night and clung to the darkness. The dark skies calmed him, but he knew trouble and chaos would be disrupting any of the fake calm he might be allowing himself to indulge in.

Stygian’s body stretched tall and thin. Long white fingers run over the beads of moisture clinging to the handrails. They grasped a glass of blood red wine and he took a brief sip. His black hair was slicked back over his skull and his body became grind work of light and dark, arcs and motion.

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Vile and the Dark Alliance had reached his world and nothing would ever be the same, not for him, not for the humans, not even the animals and plants would escape its wrath.

Rather than be destroyed, the Darcarre had joined the Alliance, as had the Glooms and the Caradon. Part of him had no problem joining sides with his worst enemies as long at it would bring change to the eons old stalemate that existed between the competing races of Xemmoni. Of course he hated the Glooms and despised the Caradon, but that rivalry ranked quite low on his current list of concerns.

First among them was the blundering short sided might of the Caradon. They tended to use their muscles and numbers to solve every problem, instead of their minds and manipulation skills, although he figured they might be on short supply in that department. Yet if they charged in and were damaged by the opposition, or even if they weren’t, Stygian had a good idea who they would be hitting up for more shock troops and fodder. Yes, the Caradon might be numerous, but in his eyes, one strong Darcarre with good foresight and plotting skills could accomplish more that two hundred of those muscle bound drooling freaks.

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The Glooms were another matter. They were the secretive creators. Who knew how long they had been planning for this battle or what forces they could bring into the conflict. They tended to send in their minions and were more inclined to use their mental skills to avoid being slain needlessly. In many ways they could be a fiercer competition to the Darcarre than the endless minions of the Caradon’s armies of chaos.

He also wondered if his dubious allies noticed the flaw in their plan. They sought to create a world of mists where the Glooms would gain power and would allow the Caradon to move armies through unseen. However, there were certain regions of the Earth where such an influx of moisture would be resisted and harder to maintain. A good example of this was the south-western region of the United States.

This area would resist the banks of fog without any supernatural aid to the point where it wouldn’t be worth the waste of Baal to send more. With even a small center of strength, the Stalwarts could raise a resistance and with so many of the Caradon minions being aquatic, it would be difficult for both them and the Glooms to combat these areas.

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This was one of the reasons he relocated to Flagstaff. The temperate sky island could be controlled and used to assault the desert in nearly every direction, yet was cold and wet enough for him to be able to use the strengths of his allies.

Now he just had to gain control of the region in time for this ownership to save the day for Vile Darken when he would need Stygian’s aid the most.

Yes, he had much to do, but another problem tugged at the back of his mind as his black boots marched over the wet planks of his deck.

The Splinter Darcarre.

Not every member of his race approved of the Darcarre joining the Dark Alliance. Many had refused to do so and had either actively or passively fought against both the Alliance and their own brothers. In his region there existed such a nest. It was lead my Klich and located in the ghost town turned artist colony of Jerome.

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Klich and his brood were not strong enough to do much to threaten his plans, but they were dug into their mountain town like a black tick on a fat dog. He could finish them if he wished, but he doubted the task would prove easy and the last thing he needed to do was lower his strength.

The Splinters would have to wait and he would just have to hope that they stayed to themselves and didn’t lower his standing by having members of his own race, which he couldn’t control, living so close to him and in the center of what could well prove to be the final battle ground for the control of the whole planet.

Letting out a sigh, he summoned one of his followers telepathically. Nigh appeared moments later. “Yes my Prince?”

Darcarre Nith

“Take another man and head into town. We need to learn what resistance if any may lurk there?”

“Stalwart or Xemmoni my Lord?” Nith said while folding his hands within his dark robes. Nith kept his head bald and had covered much of his arms and legs with dark angular tattoos, he looked like a vampire drenched in ink, but would serve him well.

“Both and anything else you might find. We are behind in our planning. Even mundane matters like controlling the leaders of the local law enforcement agencies must be considered. We need to work fast, but we also need to know what we are up against. I will leave this matter for you to begin.”

Nith bowed. “It will be an honor. I start at once.”

As Nith took his leave the sun began to struggle through the clouds to the east. The rain burned away and Stygian couldn’t help but take it as an ill omen.

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The Undulating Horde

Undul loomed big enough to be six people, which was fine because he certainly wasn’t human. He belonged to what most Xemmoni, at least in their rare moments of honesty, considered to be the most powerful race amongst their kind, the Caradon. Without a doubt, they remained the most numerous of all the species. They were the undulating horde, the crawling chaos, the unstoppable plague of formless flesh.

Undul himself was nearly as wide as he stood tall. His bloated body looked as if it might burst if his tight disease-blue armor was removed. Everything about him seemed rounded. His shoulders, arms, and his protruding barrel chest all gave one the impression of an overfilled sack of skin being pulled past capacity. His head was no exception to this and lay over his thick shoulders like a bloated tick feeding off a drying corpse.

But only fools let his form lead them to underestimating his physical power. Undul was known to remove heads just by clutching his fist. One minute a being would be talking to the giant, a second later it was a headless fountain of blood.

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Rage ruled Undul’s life during the best of times, but his current state remained far from that. One of his primary problems revolved around his species’ greatest strength, their numbers. When one grows too large, the masses become harder to control and more beings of questionable intent enter your ranks.

Undul, like many of the members of the Dark Alliance set to decimate the pathetic planet they hovered over, was not from the glowing green ball of mud below them. The conflict, which shouldn’t have been a conflict in theory, centered around the fact that the Caradon were already the mightiest race of Xemmoni on the planet in question.

These beings were horrific and bizarre to the extreme and made even creatures like Undul seem human in comparison. Yes, the Caradon might be the most monstrous of the Xemmoni races, but at least most of them could converse. This system’s Caradon came in a wide ranges of beasts each more unbelievable and insane than the former. He’d already been forced to deal with evolved Fungi who hinted at other colossal entities who, if their hisses were to be believed, considered themselves nothing less than Gods.

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Undul didn’t care for the idea that after all the effort he’d put into this war, he’d be getting talked down to or perhaps killed by some lazy slumbering nasty who should have been taking care of the work of destroying this slime ball of a world so he wouldn’t have been required to come here in the first place.

His dark musings were thankfully interrupted by one of his underlings, an Aliquist named Elos, entering the chamber. The Caradon were not just creatures of chaos and monsters, they were also the master of the cell and experts on manipulating life. Where many were foul, creatures like the Aliquists were fair. Perfection made in a test tube. Undul hated them to a man.

Elos stood for a moment. Light played over him as his armor caught patches of the dim blue hewed illumination and glimmered through his gold mane. “My Lord, Overlord Darken has informed me that our next conquest session will be commencing in a hundred-minute. Is there anything you might require from me?”

“Yes, perhaps you could kill all the other members of this inane counsel of six.”

Eros didn’t dignify Undul response with an answer. “I was told each of you may bring a second. Would you like me to attend or should I summon a scribe?”

Elos

“Scribe,” he laughed, which caused enough spittle to fly from his lips to fill one of his mugs. “What sort of intricate plan do you think such beasts can aspire to? At best it will be you smash here, you crush there. Pah!”

“Perhaps in this case it would be best to stay out of their paths.”

“Yes, but words and boasts usually fall short of deeds in my experience.”

“You will get no argument from me on that account… my Lord.” Elos paused, but when no further words came from Undul, he said, “And about the meeting?”

“Yes, yes, you shall be my second. Have a slave fetch me my war mug. I have a feeling I will need something to help me get through this one.”

Elos left without another word and left Undul staring out the ship window at the rotating blue and green ball floating below them.

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Vanessa as The World Slips In Chaos

Incense mixed with the clinging smell of sage. Smoke lingered in the room almost strong enough to make Vanessa’s eyes water, but she stayed focused. Her ritual was near its completion. She lit her eighth candle and then said her prayer for an Earth Blessing to occur.

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I am a Child of the Earth
Let Nature Embrace Me

I live as an Animal
Let the Beasts Embrace me

I am at one with the Forests
Let the Plants Embrace Me

I am a Child of the Sun
Let the Light Embrace Me

I Feel the Freedom of the Bird
Let the Winds Embrace Me

My heart burns with the Fire of the Making
Let the Flame Embrace Me

I Come From the Water
Let the Rivers Embrace Me

I am as one with the Desert
Let the Sands Embrace Me

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She had no unrealistic expectation for the short spell’s success. Her only goal was to get her garden growing early so it would get a jump start on the short growing session once it warmed up enough. When you lived in the San Juan Mountains of southwestern Colorado the growing season remained short indeed.

With the main part of her spell complete, she stood up to prepare to begin her Lesser Banishing Ritual. She froze when a soft humming radiated from the small alter of candles and incense she’d created. Before she had processed what could be happening, the humming grew in volume. Soon the very air vibrated like she was on an airplane during a hurricane.

The eight tongues of incense began to curl together. At first she thought they might be forming a lightning bolt, which had stayed a symbol of Hecate throughout the millennia. Then she wanted to slap herself. Here was the first real supernatural thing that had worked—the first she’d seen, and she idly speculated on its meaning when she should be fainting or curling up in a ball crying in terror.

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Shaking her head, she dispelled such notions. This was a gift a… the incense moved and changed its form. Looking like lightning no longer, it became an elongated snake before her eyes. Grey and moving, it danced before her vision. Drawing her in, she allowed herself to become mesmerized in its serpentine movements.

Then, without warning, the serpent of smoke exploded sending wisps of grey into her eyes. Visions flashed and burned through her mind. She saw horrible things. Cities tumbled into the sea while other structures rose from it. Humanity crumbled as waves of death from both natural forces as well as unidentifiable creatures plowed through mankind.

Migo

A fear gripped her like nothing she had ever even come close to experiencing. She froze as more visions twisted before her and threatened to drive her over the brink of sanity. Just as she wondered if they would ever cease, the visions began to slow.

An eight pointed start materialized and on each point was a wavering face. She noticed two things before this last image faded. There was only one female face and it was hers.

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