ArcanistDragonborn
Explorer
I ended up having a surreal dream a few nights ago, that could be incredibly well applied to the Immortal's Handbook, and its menagerie of creatures. Specifically, I dreamt about a aberration-esque creature made purely of flames, that commanded an unimaginably titanic war fleet of pure, scorching fire. I don't fully know what it's stats would be, but here's a rough concept of it in prose form.
Qwex'Atal'Xiel'Sura
Watching over the universe that you and your compatriots have guarded for the last thousand millennia, you breathe a sigh of relief, now that you have finally banished the Prime Daemon Malxiuos to the deepest prisons that the Seven Mountains of the Qodesh contain, but as you finally relax, a deafening siren blares from the fortresses that you have built, warning of a titanic fleet of mysterious warships approaching from beyond the horizons of known space, unlike anything you have ever seen before.
As the warships approach closer, you see them in all their horrifying glory. Burning with cataclysmic fires, they meld and morph into ever more sickening shapes, each burning away even as they reform. The flagship, if you could even call it that, has one figure standing proudly upon its bow. As you look closer, eyes burning from the flames, the figure appears to be a perverse parody of the first Qodeshim, it's molten, skinless flesh melting into a slurry of flesh and fire even while it laughs at you, it's jaw unhinged at an freakish angle. Yet, as the figure draws it's broken, blasphmous blade, it falls apart, screaming in agony even as it psychotically laughs.
For a brief, precious moment, the horror within your soul fades away. Yet, even as you take a breath, the flames, somehow never having left, burn brighter, your eyes, your heart, and even your very quintessence begin to melt, leaving you in unimaginable agony. As you take what seems to be your very last breath, your broken body senses nothing but the nightmarish laughter that heralds the world's end.
Against all odds, you wake up, somehow unharmed, but any pretenses of safety fade away as you gaze upon the entity before you. It almost looks like one of the glorious Phoenixes that aided you on your former quests, but it has no head, only a gaping hole in its place, spouting blood and pitch-black flames, while it's incomprehensibly massive body contorts and twists, with gaping, utterly empty maws and burning, hateful eyes flowing and melting into each other. Around it, you see a utter mockery of the Council of Eternity, where you once gave council, but instead of the divine dragons and celestial paragons, you see only hateful eyes, screaming, burning prisoners just like you nightmarish flaming beasts made in the shapes of those you once loved chanting ancient hymns of devastation, and voices screaming within your own mind, branding your already broken mind with marks of evil and devastation. The headless, perverse, amorphous entity speaks in a hateful, yet almost angelic lilt, "A̸̟͑n̶͕̮̎̆o̶̤̒t̴̠̤̝̎̕h̸̪̊͘͝e̶̛̟͋̇r̴͕̟͓̦̝̆͒̐̿͠ ̶̧̜̗͙̓͠ṕ̶̧͎͇ͅi̸͕͚̩̋ṭ̷̣̉í̵̛̩̫̭̹͓͐̚f̶̧̮́̊̃̀ú̵̯̹́͆͝l̷̨̈́̌ ̷̻̘͕͂f̵̢͑̀̔̂o̷̧̤͗͂̓̓o̶͓͋̈́̍͠l̴͍̺̭̈́͘͜,̶̰̚ ̶̙͕̀̂̿̐͠f̵̤͊̐̔i̴̳̦̞͗t̴̳͇͉̿͂͋ͅ ̶̢̨̻̫̝̇̓͌̄̽f̷̧̹̱̼̮̀̏̍̕͝o̸̖̅r̸̨̪̪̓͋̑̎͝ ̶̻̈́̆̑̌n̴̦͕̫̦͎͗̏͝͝o̷̹̊̍̐́ẗ̶̛̟̩̠͎́̐̐h̶̡͇͉͝i̸͉͍̙̤̘̍̽̓ṋ̷̡̛̎̀g̸̻͈̦͊̐̀͊ ̸̨̿̉̀̒͝b̴̧̡̊̕͜ͅu̸̪͌͝t̵̳͒̊̈̒͝ͅ ̴̠͖̋̔͝p̶̢̝̭̆̿͆͐̆a̶̧̢̫͙͊̾͛̕͝i̶̻̟̝͐͜ṇ̷̠͍̩͙̊̾,̷͖́̄ ̴̥̝̩̝͌̀̈́͂͘͜ȁ̶͉̞̙̅̎ǹ̸̮d̵͈̋̎͌ ̸̢̮̝̀̀̂̕͝ͅs̴͚̈́͝ȩ̷͉͇̗͖̎̿̈͘͝r̷̛̳̲̗̍͂͘̕ͅv̴͚̰́̉͘ḯ̶͖͓̘̬̈́͘͜͝t̷̲͋͛̂ṵ̸̠̭̠̿͋͘͝d̵̨͖̆ȩ̴̯͈͙͓̀̐.̶̪̺͇̾̾͜ͅ ̸̭͓̩͍͋̍̓̈́Ş̸̻̣̅̐̓ò̶̭̏̅ō̸̬̩͕̉̔͊n̶̤̻̯͋́̀̽ ̸̬͛́̀̾̑ý̶̞̓͐̊͠o̸̡̡̖͆͛́́u̵͎̔̉̓͊ ̸̡͕̦̋̏̃͠s̸͚̩̭̃ḧ̴̥͉̮́̕ͅȧ̵̺̟̳͚̓͒̈́l̵̲̫̱͑l̷̻͊ ̵͖̠̜̓b̷̪̹̗̤̿͐̈͘e̸̳͝ ̵̫͚͊͛̒͝ͅw̴̛̺͚͙ì̶̼̫̥̹̆ţ̸̫̓̊́̚n̷͈̬̣̿̈́̌̃̍e̸̖̯̭̠̎̿s̷̢̲̻̦̔̔̈̎s̶͚̅̓ ̶̧͈̪͇̩̈̎̽͠͝t̶̹̉̂ö̶̡̺́̄̽͂͜ ̶̛̗̦̞͙̈̏͐t̵̻̘̰̤͆̊h̴̞̀̚i̷͔̞̞̰̠͐͒̂s̵̛̯̟̻̆̆ ̴̥̗̮̭̍̈̌̕̕w̷̰̺̣͒̀̒́͊ö̵̘̣̫̬̦̌r̶͖̉͌l̶̥̿͘d̸̠̼́̃́́͆'̵͖̮͆s̵͇̝͕̱͒̅͜͝͝ ̶̳̮̞̏ͅe̶̪̠̣̜̎̈́ṋ̴͈͉͖̽̇͐̔ď̸̤͙̳͎̀,̷̰̭̄ ̶̣̦̞̳̀̔͑͠a̴͚̓̽͂n̴͖̣͍̞͒d̶͖̜̑͝ ̸̭͎̳̤͉̅̚ṁ̷̪̓y̸̝͍̓͆̒͝ ̸̭̪̐̍̏e̷̞̝̘͒̈́̆͜ẗ̷͉́͛́̆̚͜e̶͔͍͛̈́̎͛r̵̢̼͉̀͂̀n̷̰̦̰̒͂ą̸͇̜̖̒̕l̵̻̾ ̸̥͚͍̤̃̃̄ͅr̶̭͕̟͉͖͘e̵̱̜̟͊̆̑̎͝ī̸̫̙̈́̂̽g̶͈̠̔͌̈́ñ̴̲͚̦͉̌͆̋̕ ̴̲̬̞͈͒̿̐́ṣ̴̠̽h̴̨̨͍̥̼͒̉a̷̯͓̠̠̰͋̓͒l̸̮̔l̷̨̪͇͕͑̈́ ̷̟̇̾̋b̶͍͎̬͋̅̿ú̶͖̌͐̔̒͜r̸̨͈̣̈́̋͠͝n̷̦͉̩͂͘ ̸̙̭̌͗̐̐̚e̵̥͎̹͂͂̄v̸̹̩̬͍̆̈̍͝ẹ̷̘̗̥̓r̵̢̛̖̐͜y̸̰͗̇ ̷̙̀̕͜͠͝l̶̳̀͆̒̚͘a̴̡͓̼̞̗̓̀̑ṣ̷͔̠̫̓͑̑͊͘ͅt̵͔̔̅̾ ̴͖̺̯͈̥͊͐̑̈s̵̛̥̼̽̇̉p̸̘͈̆͐̅͒͜e̷͖͔͈͚̋c̴͇̣̟̯̿̚k̴̞̺̘͇̑̂̄͝ ̶̫͈͚̌̄ŏ̸̧̟͂̃̅͒f̸̙̗̲͚͇̐̽̒̓̀ ̸̢̲̯̑͐ͅè̵̠̪̪̎x̵̬̕i̷̭̲͆̈̋̚͝ş̸͎̩̦̫͊̎̒t̶̥̼͇̆ͅe̵̺͚̬̻̩̐̈́̅ǹ̴̛̺̟̝̐̌c̵̗͍̘͈͔͒ê̷̤͝ ̴̼̘͇̄̐ẗ̷̲͍̣̂͠o̴̪͕͔̓͒ ̷͙͎̙̯̭́̋͗͋n̶̳̭̑a̸̻̽̓̏͘u̸͖̿̏͘͘͠g̶̣̰̐͐ḧ̷̤̺̤͈̱́͋̕t̴̢͇͊́̽͝ ̵̨̹̫̯̱̌̂̍͒̌b̸͎͑̒̍̈u̷̖̾t̵̥̘͌͑ ̷̼͉̥͖̠̄́a̷̯͈̐̋͜ ̶̡͇͑̊p̸͕̼̭̃̒e̶̥̺̅́̊̑͝r̵̢̝̗̅͂͆̾́f̶̙̱̥͠e̸̗͠͠c̵̺̠͎͎̽͛t̴̬͖̍̈́ ̴̱̹̞͂̌́͝i̶̡̻͙͋͗ñ̶̹̻͇̇̈́f̶͙̋̄́̃̑͜e̴̻̓̂͜r̸̢̩̯̖̙͗̇ň̴̡o̶͉͛̌͜͜.̸̬̞̎ As it finishes speaking, you feel your mind slip away from you, and you feel only one thought within your mind. "BURN, in the name of Quex'Atal'Xiel'Sura, GOD."
Please tell me what you guys think about this monster concept! I apologize for not having stats, but I just really wanted to put this idea to paper. I might write some more lore here for other cool things later.
Qwex'Atal'Xiel'Sura
Watching over the universe that you and your compatriots have guarded for the last thousand millennia, you breathe a sigh of relief, now that you have finally banished the Prime Daemon Malxiuos to the deepest prisons that the Seven Mountains of the Qodesh contain, but as you finally relax, a deafening siren blares from the fortresses that you have built, warning of a titanic fleet of mysterious warships approaching from beyond the horizons of known space, unlike anything you have ever seen before.
As the warships approach closer, you see them in all their horrifying glory. Burning with cataclysmic fires, they meld and morph into ever more sickening shapes, each burning away even as they reform. The flagship, if you could even call it that, has one figure standing proudly upon its bow. As you look closer, eyes burning from the flames, the figure appears to be a perverse parody of the first Qodeshim, it's molten, skinless flesh melting into a slurry of flesh and fire even while it laughs at you, it's jaw unhinged at an freakish angle. Yet, as the figure draws it's broken, blasphmous blade, it falls apart, screaming in agony even as it psychotically laughs.
For a brief, precious moment, the horror within your soul fades away. Yet, even as you take a breath, the flames, somehow never having left, burn brighter, your eyes, your heart, and even your very quintessence begin to melt, leaving you in unimaginable agony. As you take what seems to be your very last breath, your broken body senses nothing but the nightmarish laughter that heralds the world's end.
Against all odds, you wake up, somehow unharmed, but any pretenses of safety fade away as you gaze upon the entity before you. It almost looks like one of the glorious Phoenixes that aided you on your former quests, but it has no head, only a gaping hole in its place, spouting blood and pitch-black flames, while it's incomprehensibly massive body contorts and twists, with gaping, utterly empty maws and burning, hateful eyes flowing and melting into each other. Around it, you see a utter mockery of the Council of Eternity, where you once gave council, but instead of the divine dragons and celestial paragons, you see only hateful eyes, screaming, burning prisoners just like you nightmarish flaming beasts made in the shapes of those you once loved chanting ancient hymns of devastation, and voices screaming within your own mind, branding your already broken mind with marks of evil and devastation. The headless, perverse, amorphous entity speaks in a hateful, yet almost angelic lilt, "A̸̟͑n̶͕̮̎̆o̶̤̒t̴̠̤̝̎̕h̸̪̊͘͝e̶̛̟͋̇r̴͕̟͓̦̝̆͒̐̿͠ ̶̧̜̗͙̓͠ṕ̶̧͎͇ͅi̸͕͚̩̋ṭ̷̣̉í̵̛̩̫̭̹͓͐̚f̶̧̮́̊̃̀ú̵̯̹́͆͝l̷̨̈́̌ ̷̻̘͕͂f̵̢͑̀̔̂o̷̧̤͗͂̓̓o̶͓͋̈́̍͠l̴͍̺̭̈́͘͜,̶̰̚ ̶̙͕̀̂̿̐͠f̵̤͊̐̔i̴̳̦̞͗t̴̳͇͉̿͂͋ͅ ̶̢̨̻̫̝̇̓͌̄̽f̷̧̹̱̼̮̀̏̍̕͝o̸̖̅r̸̨̪̪̓͋̑̎͝ ̶̻̈́̆̑̌n̴̦͕̫̦͎͗̏͝͝o̷̹̊̍̐́ẗ̶̛̟̩̠͎́̐̐h̶̡͇͉͝i̸͉͍̙̤̘̍̽̓ṋ̷̡̛̎̀g̸̻͈̦͊̐̀͊ ̸̨̿̉̀̒͝b̴̧̡̊̕͜ͅu̸̪͌͝t̵̳͒̊̈̒͝ͅ ̴̠͖̋̔͝p̶̢̝̭̆̿͆͐̆a̶̧̢̫͙͊̾͛̕͝i̶̻̟̝͐͜ṇ̷̠͍̩͙̊̾,̷͖́̄ ̴̥̝̩̝͌̀̈́͂͘͜ȁ̶͉̞̙̅̎ǹ̸̮d̵͈̋̎͌ ̸̢̮̝̀̀̂̕͝ͅs̴͚̈́͝ȩ̷͉͇̗͖̎̿̈͘͝r̷̛̳̲̗̍͂͘̕ͅv̴͚̰́̉͘ḯ̶͖͓̘̬̈́͘͜͝t̷̲͋͛̂ṵ̸̠̭̠̿͋͘͝d̵̨͖̆ȩ̴̯͈͙͓̀̐.̶̪̺͇̾̾͜ͅ ̸̭͓̩͍͋̍̓̈́Ş̸̻̣̅̐̓ò̶̭̏̅ō̸̬̩͕̉̔͊n̶̤̻̯͋́̀̽ ̸̬͛́̀̾̑ý̶̞̓͐̊͠o̸̡̡̖͆͛́́u̵͎̔̉̓͊ ̸̡͕̦̋̏̃͠s̸͚̩̭̃ḧ̴̥͉̮́̕ͅȧ̵̺̟̳͚̓͒̈́l̵̲̫̱͑l̷̻͊ ̵͖̠̜̓b̷̪̹̗̤̿͐̈͘e̸̳͝ ̵̫͚͊͛̒͝ͅw̴̛̺͚͙ì̶̼̫̥̹̆ţ̸̫̓̊́̚n̷͈̬̣̿̈́̌̃̍e̸̖̯̭̠̎̿s̷̢̲̻̦̔̔̈̎s̶͚̅̓ ̶̧͈̪͇̩̈̎̽͠͝t̶̹̉̂ö̶̡̺́̄̽͂͜ ̶̛̗̦̞͙̈̏͐t̵̻̘̰̤͆̊h̴̞̀̚i̷͔̞̞̰̠͐͒̂s̵̛̯̟̻̆̆ ̴̥̗̮̭̍̈̌̕̕w̷̰̺̣͒̀̒́͊ö̵̘̣̫̬̦̌r̶͖̉͌l̶̥̿͘d̸̠̼́̃́́͆'̵͖̮͆s̵͇̝͕̱͒̅͜͝͝ ̶̳̮̞̏ͅe̶̪̠̣̜̎̈́ṋ̴͈͉͖̽̇͐̔ď̸̤͙̳͎̀,̷̰̭̄ ̶̣̦̞̳̀̔͑͠a̴͚̓̽͂n̴͖̣͍̞͒d̶͖̜̑͝ ̸̭͎̳̤͉̅̚ṁ̷̪̓y̸̝͍̓͆̒͝ ̸̭̪̐̍̏e̷̞̝̘͒̈́̆͜ẗ̷͉́͛́̆̚͜e̶͔͍͛̈́̎͛r̵̢̼͉̀͂̀n̷̰̦̰̒͂ą̸͇̜̖̒̕l̵̻̾ ̸̥͚͍̤̃̃̄ͅr̶̭͕̟͉͖͘e̵̱̜̟͊̆̑̎͝ī̸̫̙̈́̂̽g̶͈̠̔͌̈́ñ̴̲͚̦͉̌͆̋̕ ̴̲̬̞͈͒̿̐́ṣ̴̠̽h̴̨̨͍̥̼͒̉a̷̯͓̠̠̰͋̓͒l̸̮̔l̷̨̪͇͕͑̈́ ̷̟̇̾̋b̶͍͎̬͋̅̿ú̶͖̌͐̔̒͜r̸̨͈̣̈́̋͠͝n̷̦͉̩͂͘ ̸̙̭̌͗̐̐̚e̵̥͎̹͂͂̄v̸̹̩̬͍̆̈̍͝ẹ̷̘̗̥̓r̵̢̛̖̐͜y̸̰͗̇ ̷̙̀̕͜͠͝l̶̳̀͆̒̚͘a̴̡͓̼̞̗̓̀̑ṣ̷͔̠̫̓͑̑͊͘ͅt̵͔̔̅̾ ̴͖̺̯͈̥͊͐̑̈s̵̛̥̼̽̇̉p̸̘͈̆͐̅͒͜e̷͖͔͈͚̋c̴͇̣̟̯̿̚k̴̞̺̘͇̑̂̄͝ ̶̫͈͚̌̄ŏ̸̧̟͂̃̅͒f̸̙̗̲͚͇̐̽̒̓̀ ̸̢̲̯̑͐ͅè̵̠̪̪̎x̵̬̕i̷̭̲͆̈̋̚͝ş̸͎̩̦̫͊̎̒t̶̥̼͇̆ͅe̵̺͚̬̻̩̐̈́̅ǹ̴̛̺̟̝̐̌c̵̗͍̘͈͔͒ê̷̤͝ ̴̼̘͇̄̐ẗ̷̲͍̣̂͠o̴̪͕͔̓͒ ̷͙͎̙̯̭́̋͗͋n̶̳̭̑a̸̻̽̓̏͘u̸͖̿̏͘͘͠g̶̣̰̐͐ḧ̷̤̺̤͈̱́͋̕t̴̢͇͊́̽͝ ̵̨̹̫̯̱̌̂̍͒̌b̸͎͑̒̍̈u̷̖̾t̵̥̘͌͑ ̷̼͉̥͖̠̄́a̷̯͈̐̋͜ ̶̡͇͑̊p̸͕̼̭̃̒e̶̥̺̅́̊̑͝r̵̢̝̗̅͂͆̾́f̶̙̱̥͠e̸̗͠͠c̵̺̠͎͎̽͛t̴̬͖̍̈́ ̴̱̹̞͂̌́͝i̶̡̻͙͋͗ñ̶̹̻͇̇̈́f̶͙̋̄́̃̑͜e̴̻̓̂͜r̸̢̩̯̖̙͗̇ň̴̡o̶͉͛̌͜͜.̸̬̞̎ As it finishes speaking, you feel your mind slip away from you, and you feel only one thought within your mind. "BURN, in the name of Quex'Atal'Xiel'Sura, GOD."
Please tell me what you guys think about this monster concept! I apologize for not having stats, but I just really wanted to put this idea to paper. I might write some more lore here for other cool things later.
