Yog-Sothoth (ELF Invocation)

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Yog-Sothoth by Devon Baumgarten
Yog-Sothoth by Devon Baumgarten
Elsewhere.
Elsewhere.

"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.
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.

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!

  A pulsing hum fills the air.
   Jagged arcs of shimmering power crackle from the tops of the standing stones, meeting over the center of the clearing.
   Yog-Sothoth appears in a ripple of energy.
   [ Head: 36.8  Chest: 81  Fear: 0/102.3  Pain: 0.9/181.2  Pleasure: 0.2/183.7  Spirit: 685.3  Anger: 7.8/84.3  Endurance: 672.2/681.3  Speed: 38 ]
   Yog-Sothoth joins a pale-white-skinned male anthrope in battle against you.
   [ Head: 36.8  Chest: 81  Fear: 0.4/102.3  Pain: 0.6/181.2  Pleasure: 0.1/183.7  Spirit: 685.3  Anger: 7.7/84.3  Endurance: 668.7/681.3  Speed: 38 ]
   The pale-white-skinned male anthrope declares, 'Fofaibo ebais will bring Yog-Sothoth wule togqikew upon your soul!' to you in Latin.
   A silver beam of light leaps from Yog-Sothoth's big sphere toward you and controverts you, despite your attempt to dodge.
   Your right wing is rendered unusable.
   Your left wing is rendered unusable.
   You have been stunned.
   Yog-Sothoth controverts you with its large sphere, despite your attempt to dodge.
   Your right wing ceases to exist.
   Your left wing ceases to exist.
   You have been stunned.
   [ Head: 16.4/36.8  Chest: 20.4/81  Fear: 0.2/102.3  Pain: 67.8/181.2  Pleasure: 0.3/183.7  Spirit: 685.3  Anger: 8/84.3  Endurance: 681.3  Speed: 24 ]
   Your wounds are too severe to fight.
   You attempt to flee southwestward, but cannot.
   A ripple of fractured spacetime swirls from Yog-Sothoth's huge sphere around you, aging you drastically, despite your attempt to dodge, though you resist the attack somewhat.
   Your right arm is broken.
   Your left arm is broken.
   Your right hand is torn off.
   Your left hand is torn off.
   Your right leg is broken.
   Your right foot is torn off.
   Your left foot is torn off.
   The area goes dark.
   You feel yourself slowing down from the effects of time.
   The fractured spacetime clings to your body.
   Something controverts you with its small sphere.
   Your right arm ceases to exist.
   Your left arm ceases to exist.
   Your right leg ceases to exist.
   Your left leg ceases to exist.
   Something catches you in the heart of the thing with superb control and contradicts you with its small sphere.
   Something pulverizes your head and chest with its something.
   Your head is torn off.
   Something crushes your chest brutally with its something.
   Something munches on your chest with its gigantic scaly upper right mid-hindfoot.
   Something runs your chest through with its something.
   You die.
   The fractured spacetime clinging to your body disperses.
   The area goes dark.
   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.

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