Yog-Sothoth (ELF Invocation)

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"Ia Yog-Sothoth! O Keeper of the Gate who art the Gate, O Keeper of the Key who art the Key, who walks between worlds and across centuries, I call upon thee to deliver me forth from this place!"

 [ Type                   : ] lloigor
 [ Portfolio              : ] planar travel
 [ Disposition            : ] neutral
 [ Offerings Desired      : ] magickal objects
 [ Spirit Point Cost      : ] fifty to one hundred
 [ Requirements to Invoke : ] worship Yog-Sothoth, have at least 60 points among elder lore skill and cosmology skill or have
   been in the presence of Yog-Sothoth
 [ General Information    : ] Yog-Sothoth is the undisputed master of planar travel.  Visualize a location you have knowledge of,
   and, with a successful invocation, he will instantly transport you there (as well as your friends and followers, and sometimes
   random bystanders), no matter the distance.  If you haven't visualized a known location, or if, for some reason, even
   Yog-Sothoth cannot transport you there, the Great Altar of Eris is used as a fall-back location.  Yog-Sothoth has also been
   known to appropriate sacrifices that are spherical in general form -- thought to be pleasing to the lloigor because of their
   similarity to the elements of its usual manifest form of choice -- by transporting the invoker to (and some say, creating for
   hir) a personal microcosmic space within the Exoma, attuned to the individual's own nature.  Sacrifices that are rectilinear 
   in shape, on the other hand -- box shapes, particularly cubes -- are requests for the secondary mode of invocation, in 
   which Yog-Sothoth alters the invoker's consciousness so as to more readily perceive higher spatial dimensions

This huge conglomereration of reflective silvery spheres, hovering in midair.  The thing's surroundings hum with the echoes of its power.
Despite the smooth featurelessness of the spheres, there is a clear sense of cold, deep intelligence in it.  This is the form presently taken
by the lloigor called Yog-Sothoth, the Gate and the Key, Tawil at'Umr,Devourer of Souls.  This elder thing is said to have a unique
relationship with the planes, being related somehow to their inherent structure or arrangement.  It looks about hirty-four and a half dimins 
across.  It is in good shape.

Its limbs are named large sphere, tiny sphere, huge sphere, midsized sphere, small sphere, big sphere, little sphere and great sphere.  Yog-
Sothoth was created by Chaos, who wishes to credit H.P. Lovecraft as inspiring this work; the source code was last updated Sun Dec 06 23:04:21
2009.  The lloigor race was created by Lost Souls; the source code was last updated Sun Jul 12 19:29:59 2009.

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Yog-Sothoth, like the mudtext would have you believe, is capable of teleporting you around. This is done by first 'visualizing' a memorized location, then invoking or offering something to the Sphered One. Crystal balls or other precious magickal items will often send you into your own personal microcosm. Yog-Sothoth will also bring nearby npcs and players with you... which can result in a lot of fun and creative hunting.

Xaolyn here! Uncle Yoggy is very clingy, so if you do try to wrestle him, beware! Your inevitable death won't bring you back to a safe spot, you'll just sit where he is so he can nom on your ghost, so if you die, try to get away from him fast! He's literally spacetime, so even the strongest sorts of teleportation won't work around him!

   Yog-Sothoth sends one of its spheres gliding toward you.

   Yog-Sothoth zorches you with its midsized sphere, despite your attempt to dodge.

   Yog-Sothoth zaps you with its midsized sphere, despite your attempt to dodge.

   Your right wing is rendered unusable.

   Your left wing is rendered unusable.

   The area goes dark.

   Something controverts you with its great sphere, despite your attempt to dodge.

   Your right wing ceases to exist.

   Your something is torn from you.

   You drop your something.

   Your left wing ceases to exist.

   Your something is torn from you.

   You drop your something.

   Something begins resting.

   [ Head: 17.2/36.8  Chest: 28.1/81  Fear: 13.3/102.3  Pain: 1.6/181.2  Pleasure: 0.1/183.7  Spirit: 685.3  Anger: 1.9/84.3  Endurance: 679.2/681.3  Speed: 21 ]

   Your wounds are too severe to fight.

   You are wracked by mind-shattering, reality-warping energies.

   You have the life sucked from you.

   Your head evanesces into mingled hazes of light and darkness.

   Your something is torn from you.

   You drop your something.

   Your right arm and right hand evanesce into mingled hazes of light and darkness.

   Your something is torn from you.

   Your left arm and left hand evanesce into mingled hazes of light and darkness.

   Your right leg and right foot evanesce into mingled hazes of light and darkness.

   Your left leg and left foot evanesce into mingled hazes of light and darkness.

   You feel yourself slowing down from the effects of a weird congealment of the space around you.

   Something catches you in the heart of the thing with supreme control and controverts you with its large sphere.

   Something zots you with its big sphere.

   Something controverts you with its great sphere.

   Something controverts you with its large sphere.

   Something catches you in the heart of the thing with amazing control and controverts you with its small sphere.

   Something zaps you with its big sphere.

   Your attempt to flee has been stopped.

   You attempt to flee southwestward, but cannot.

   Something contradicts you with its tiny sphere.

   You die.

   You feel a wrenching sensation as your consciousness is torn from your body, a long, disorienting moment of nothingness passing before you coalesce into a ghostly form.

   You feel light as a feather.

   Yog-Sothoth pierces you with a lance of silver light from one of its spheres and begins sucking out your quintessential lifeforce.

See? He tickles!

Please note that removing specific NPCs(i.e. shopkeepers, guild masters) from their set locations is generally not condoned.