Edit: Sorry this is
late. I caught a summer cold that
knocked me for a loop last week, and Friday night I coma-ed out after work so
hard I didn’t even get a placeholder post up.
A famous Lovecraftian creation, Yog-Sothoth in its Pathfinder incarnation is an Outer God from beyond the stars, according to Bestiary 4. In fact, it might even be the void between the stars, because that’s just how Yog-Sothoth
rolls. But every so often it’s nice
enough to take time off from being an unknowable horror in order to impregnate
some human so she can give birth to a loathsome spawn of Yog-Sothoth. That’s just the kind of giving alien entity
Yog is.
The spawn of Yog-Sothoth are naturally invisible, smell to
the high heavens (seriously, you have to save against it), and are basically
squirming masses of awful. They’re also
geniuses and often take oracle and witch levels. How that genius manifests is hard to pin down
from a mortal perspective, since they’re basically nonstop ravenous killing
machines. So don't expect an edifying
conversation from one (even assuming you can/dare to speak Aklo), but do expect
that it will make wise tactical decisions.
And if you try to hide behind the puzzle-locked door of some dungeon
chamber, it’ll just solve the puzzle in a flash of alien logic…or smash the
door to flinders.
And as with most horrors from beyond this reality, spawn of
Yog-Sothoth rarely just happen. Somewhere along the way, a cult was involved,
a blasphemy performed, an Outer God invoked…so if you run into one of these
spawn, expect to also run into whoever called it or whatever dark fallout
accompanied its birth.
Lady Marchand has
never been quite right, not since childhood—since the deaths of her sister,
who fell prey to an attic whisperer, and her brother, who was carried off by
the yellow pox. She grew up a lonely and
suspicious young woman, though her good looks and wealth guaranteed that she
still had her pick of husbands. After
her first pregnancy ended in a miscarriage, she was determined to have a babe
that would be “strong enough for this cruel world, and all the worlds beyond
it.” It’s unclear when she fell under
the sway of the Black Gate or offered her body to Yog-Sothoth. But dark things move through her manor now,
will-o’-wisps circle in strings around the moat, and her misshapen but truly
strong child slurps out over the drawbridge on overcast nights to feed…and
grow.
On the night of the
syzygy, adventurers race to align a giant’s magical telescope with one of
the planets. If they do so, they will
form a link to that planet—one that could teach them many things, or perhaps
even serve as a gate. Of course, they are not the only ones in the
observatory this night. The local lord’s
warmages want the telescope aimed at a nearby star whose power they can tap to
fuel a doomsday weapon. Meanwhile, a
cult of mad prophets wants the telescope to remain where it is, pointed at the
void of space. If the telescope is
pointed at nothing but blackness when the planets align, they believe the
blackness will send its scion to bless them: a spawn of Yog-Sothoth.
Adventurers come
across a room stained with dark matter.
A little later in a completely different part of the dungeon they come
across the same room, only this time
spotless but now filled with an invisible but disgusting horror. If they defeat it, they recognize the crusty
residue left behind forms the same stains they saw earlier. But how could they have already seen the
stains of a battle they had not yet fought in another room entirely? Have they become unstuck in time and/or space,
and if so, how? Worse yet, if they don’t defeat the spawn of Yog-Sothoth in
that room, the resulting paradox begins to unravel their connection to space
and time, shunting them into a nearby dimension where the spawn of far worse
creatures lurk.
—Carrion Hill 28
& Pathfinder Bestiary 4 251
Spawn of Yog-Sothoth come from The Dunwich Horror, which has the dubious honour of being Lovecraft's most optimistic story, in which the good guys manage to prevail without dying or going mad.
ReplyDeleteIt's also interesting to note that the stats provided for a Spawn of Yog-Sothoth reflect the eponymous Horror, but that creature was not Yog-Sothoth's only child, and its brother, Wilbur Whateley, while bizarre and horrifying, was able to pass as human with the aid of a long coat.