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Cungathiloth

Goddess of Darkness and Madness

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a character in “The Pantheon: Renewal”, as played by CutestWitch

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God Name: Cungatholith
Titles: God of the Blind, The Dark One, The Mad Queen, The Great Abyss
Creed: "All is one in Darkness"
Gender: Female
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Portfolios Governed: Darkness and Madness
Description: Cungathiloth top half looks like a woman in dark armor and a helmet that cover most of her face. Her bottom half is a terrible creature with four legs and a giant gapping mouth. She is quite large, even by god standards.
Territories: In the nightmares of the insane, and in dark places where the sun never shines.
Symbol: A black sinister horn
Personality: Cungathiloth is one the most inhumane of the gods. She is completely mad, and is often ignorant of things going on around here. She cares nothing for mortals. There is no making deals with Cungathiloth, no appealing to her. She has no plans, no idea of the big picture. She only cares about creating madness. To her there is only darkness.
Equipment: The Maddening Horn, that when heard will make the strongest willed of mortal men break down with visions of horrid nightmares.

So begins...

Cungathiloth's Story

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Character Portrait: Alo Character Portrait: Rasteva Character Portrait: Anansi: Patron Goddess of Spiders Character Portrait: Akileia Character Portrait: Alteez Character Portrait: Cungathiloth Character Portrait: Kassius Character Portrait: Samnang Character Portrait: Aordins Character Portrait: Kallian Character Portrait: Cela Character Portrait: The Nameless Regent
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Birth was different for every god. Some experienced pain, others euphoria. As the divine seeds hatched across the Middle Realm, divine creatures of every shape and size appeared. Soon after came creation in abundance. Like an artist and a blank canvas, the gods filled every thing they saw with their own essence and creativity.

One such Goddess walked through a wide open field. She smiled, enjoying the warmth of the day and smell of the earth beneath her feet and the flowers that stretched out as far as her eyes could see. She marveled at all the beauty around her and wished more than anything that she could add to it, somehow without changing what she could see and smell. Suddenly, a bright light shone around her fingertips and she found herself holding an odd device. A Harp. As soon as the thought appeared she knew that that was what the instrument was. With it, she could give more beauty, so she did.

She played for awhile, simply letting the Music flow from her fingertips, her eyes closed in rapt concentration. When she finally opened her eyes, she saw dozens of creatures around and on her. She giggled and the creatures responded with chittering, peeping, and other sounds. "Such marvelous creatures. You must be hungry..." And her hand was filled with seeds and nuts, enough to feed the small animals easily. She watched them for some time, simply in awe of their grace and natural beauty.

She decided that she needed to see more, to experience everything the world had to offer, perhaps to make something new as well, if the whim took her. So she set off to explore, wondering at every new creature and plant she saw, reveling in the changes of the day and night, and playing music and dancing when the silence did not suit her.

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A black dense puddle of dark thick goop that layed in the middle of a dark cave. Out of this puddle came first a person, a tall woman. She sat in the pool, her legs still in the strange black substance. She turned her head but she could not see. Her vision was covered by the dark helmet she wore on her head. It's ok, however, she can hear the creatures of the cave scurry away from her, afraid of what will happen next. She can sense their fear. And then, out of the pool came the dark bottom half of the lady. First a great leg appeared out of the goop, than another leg. The legs pushed up to reveal her monstrous other half. The large mouth let out an awful noise as it emerges. The black goop was almosy gone now, just a tiny puddle remains. The woman reached into the puddle and used what was left of the black goop to create a sinister horn.

The woman listened around her, feeling the creature flee from her in fear. One would run past her and a great tongue from her lower body would come out and scoop the poor critter up, eating it. She pressed the end of the horn to her lips and blew into it. It made a horrible noise and all in the cave started to go mad. The creatures began to fight each other, repetitively run into walls, and make terrible noises of pain and agony. This delighted the woman, who cheered and laughted as this went on.

The woman ran out of the cave blowing her terrible horn everywhere she went. After each blow she'd laugh and cheer, making inhuman noices of her own. If other gods approach her position, or she approach them, first they'd hear the Maddining Horn (fortunately gods are resistant to its power) then see the madness that follows. Or maybe in vise-versa, if they approach from behind her.

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Character Portrait: Cungathiloth Character Portrait: The Nameless Regent
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They are not, until they are. Once they are, there is not much to question. The Nameless Regent awakened, and was. Existence existed, and so the young god could only get with the program. Silver hair extended and draped itself across the back of the being, contrasting their dark clothes and twinkling lazily in the dim light. They raised a hand in front of their face, head tilted as they moved the limb back and forth. Satisfied with being, the Regent began to create.

First, the creepy crawlies were born, scattering from beneath the brim of the Regent's robe and into the world. A multi-legged, multicoloured, multitude of races, stumbling over their own kin in their excitement. The creator smiled, heart swelling for the first time with love.

Then came the rats, pulled out of creaks and crooks of the rocky surface where they stood. Tiny claws left marks in the grey of the earth and on the sleeves of their robe. Tiny noses sniffed, made themselves familiar with the world, reached up into the sky and breathed for the first time. They held one in her hands where it nuzzled against their thumb, then released it into the wild with its siblings.

In the distance, they heard the world's first real sounds as the music played through the atmosphere. It was a peaceful affair, calm and moving– pulling strings in the Regent's heart that had nothing to do with their creations. However, the moment was shortlived, with the quake of the earth and the sound of a maddening horn. The Regent looked at their children and saw confusion and pain in the eyes of the rats, as they soon tore at each other's throats for no apparent reason. The young god tightened their fist and pulled it close to their chest, as though their heart was breaking. Slowly, they released their hand, and all at once the affected rats convulsed. Great boils grew amongst the black fur on their backs, and several in the colony fell over dead. The few survivors ran, taking their disease with them.

Pestilence was born. The Regent looked at the lingering dead bodies, and from the nooks and crannies, they began to draw out the second batch of rats. Brown, this time– gentler than their brothers. Through the corner of their eye, they searched for the originator of the horn– but as of yet they were unable to see the perpetrator.

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Character Portrait: Alo Character Portrait: Akileia Character Portrait: Cungathiloth Character Portrait: Kassius Character Portrait: Kallian Character Portrait: Cela
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She was nothing; an idea floating beyond the realms of the living. An idea grew from a spark and took its roots in the world. She pushed through the walls of the world and fell to the ground. She stood on shaky legs, feeling the sun warm her back and the grass tickle her feet. She stretched her arms before her, turning them every which way. She had a body. The thought occurred to her newly formed mind. She was an idea made real. A brilliant-white, netted dress fell about her body as she walked through this new land. She swept her hair to one side, idly braiding it as she walked. If she had a body, she would be in need of a name. And yet, an idea needed no name.

Ah, but my dear, you are not an idea.

Kallian sighed as she tied her hair. What idea was she? She was an id- she was real, and solid, not an abstract. She was truth, her idea had been Truth. And yet she felt she was much more besides that. Something that didn't have ties to this world yet. It would come to her in time. This world was new to her, she had no wish to hurry through. Stop. Slow. Take it all in. Trees grew and flowers bloomed. This world had a beauty to it that her eyes reveled in. On a distant breeze, she heard a gentle, inviting noise. Soft and melodic. Music. There was so much that was new. From somewhere else, another note sounded. This one was deeper, less inviting. It spoke of discord and fear, where the other spoke of harmony. Kallian walked slowly towards the gentle music. It was a truth that could not be ignored that this world was not simply beauty and harmony. Beneath the surface was ugliness and discord.

As Kallian came closer to the sweeter music, she saw that the sun shone down on on two others like her, moving with joy and abandon together. One played while she moved. The other simply followed her intuition as she moved. It was glorious to watch and know that she was not alone in this world. She had...what did she have? This world posed too many questions that she did not seem to have the answers to. They existed. For now, that was enough for her to be able to comprehend. Kallian took a seat further down the hill and watched the two dance together.

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Character Portrait: Alo Character Portrait: Anansi: Patron Goddess of Spiders Character Portrait: Akileia Character Portrait: Cungathiloth Character Portrait: Kassius Character Portrait: Kallian Character Portrait: Cela Character Portrait: The Nameless Regent
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The Dark One made her way across the field, only stopping to blow horn every few steps. She was unaware of the world around, her eyes see only darkness and her other senses were busy taking pleasure in the madness she was creating. She would be revealed to the Nameless Regent first. She ungratefully pranced past the Regent, but she did not notice it. It could hear her top half joyously laughing, while the bottom made dreadful monstrous noises.

She grabbed her horn and blew it again. She was getting closer to the group who were meeting each other across hills. They would be able fainlty hear the deep sinister noise of the horn, but they were not close enough to see the horn player.

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Character Portrait: Alo Character Portrait: Anansi: Patron Goddess of Spiders Character Portrait: Akileia Character Portrait: Cungathiloth Character Portrait: Kassius Character Portrait: Kallian Character Portrait: Cela Character Portrait: The Nameless Regent
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The new-born rats were seeking food among the rocks, and soon settled on the diseased carcasses of their brothers. The Regent watched, head tilted as their creations feasted. They had been born into a callous, uncaring world, they realised. Survival seemed to depend on sacrifice, on decisions made in the moment. Then, across the rocks crawled a giant for-legged creature, the top of which was quite similar to the Regent in some ways. They continued to watch as the monstrosity passed, grasping a horn which they recognised as the instrument of madness that had affected their rats– just in time to shield the tiny children still gnawing on the rotting bones of their relatives as the thing blew its horn again.

Slowly, the Regent began to walk after the monstrosity. Their bare feet were unsteady on the rocks, but soon the ground faded into grass as they came to a hill. They were not far behind the hornblower, and so felt confident enough to take a moment– feel the dirt and grass underneath their toes. Worms and many-legged creatures were already burrowing into the soft soil, making their home in the dark. This was good, the Regent decided. The children had found somewhere to be happy. They continued their walk up the hill, having lost track of the creature they were following– instead focusing on the voices ahead. Carefully, they moved, and soon saw shapes ahead– making soft noises at each other in a curious display of communication.

However, they decided, they did not feel more at home on the grass than they had on the rocks. Their children could live anywhere, but the Regent was more fussy than that. They stared into the distance, conjuring thoughts of comfort in their mind. On the horizon a poisonous swamp grew: putrid water poured from the earth and rotted the trees. The Regent narrowed their eyes and looked, and knew home lay within reach.

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Character Portrait: Alo Character Portrait: Akileia Character Portrait: Cungathiloth Character Portrait: Kassius Character Portrait: Kallian Character Portrait: Cela
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"The Sun. Earth, Fire, River, Fate." She listened raptky to the others. "The noise? It was...me. I am Music. And...Satisfaction. I am...I feel the Flow of everything, I can see change...or I want it. I have a name too! Akileia! It's everything I am. I just...I *know* it."

She patted the big stone creature on the arm and winced a bit. It was hot...and that *hurt.* But she filed that knowledge away for later. "You might be different...But. I think we all are different." She waved at her form. "I can change. I can *not* look like this.

She fell forward onto four legs, fur rapidly growing into patches. The others could see that the only things that hadn't changed were her ears and tail, which looked much more suited to the form of the four legged beast they saw now, purring and sitting on the grass. "Can you change? I can feel the power in you, it isn't just still...it can flow t-"

She turned as a noise that was most definitely not music came from south of their little group. It frightened her, but intrigued her all the same. "Wha?"

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Character Portrait: Alo Character Portrait: Akileia Character Portrait: Cungathiloth Character Portrait: Karam Character Portrait: Kassius Character Portrait: Kallian Character Portrait: Cela
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The music stopped and The Harpist looked to the two Gods on the hill. Kallian studied them. They were different to her, in a way the other two were not. Their power was undeniable. It almost rolled from them in waves. She was safe here. Power did not always mean destruction.

"Hello to you too!"

Kallian realised she had been seen. She waved to The Harpist and The Dancer, slowly rising from her resting place to join her brethren. "Where did all of you come from? Did...Did my music make you?" The Harpist asked. Kallian thought for a moment, turning the question over in her head. Had the music drawn her to this world?

"I do not know where we... Came from... I came from earth.... I am earth.. Everything around... Us is me... And not me. Fire and earth, power and strength.... Alo, I am Alo... I made myself... And control myself... I do not understand... What was the... Noise you were... Making? Why... Why are you not... As I am? Why am I... Different?" The Rocky Titan spoke, his voice as deep and primal as the earth itself.

"I came from the River," The Dancer spoke. Her voice was soft, as though she might be afraid to disturb something, ""I came from the River. I saw your Fates. I am Fate. I am River. I am Cela. I heard Music, I saw the Harpist. My body moved with her Flow." Cela greeted the men before them. Kallian still pondered The Harpist's question. What had drawn her to this world? The music seemed as good an anchor as any.

"The Sun. Earth, Fire, River, Fate." The Harpist spoke, disturbing Kallian's thoughts. "The noise? It was...me. I am Music. And...Satisfaction. I am...I feel the Flow of everything, I can see change...or I want it. I have a name too! Akileia! It's everything I am. I just...I *know* it."

Cela and Akileia. Kallian committed those names to her memories. They seemed good people, even if Cela seemed a little stilted in her approach. Seeing everything could not be easy. Kallian watched as Akileia turned into a furred creature. Could they all do that? Kallian was in no particular hurry to find out. She liked this form. What if she became stuck in a form that she didn't like? Kallian stood back as the Earth shifted to Fire. No, she was quite content with this form, delicate as it was.

The dark noise sounded again and Kallian looked beyond the valley. "There is a darkness in this world, as there must be to keep the balance." Kallian saw another being on the hillside. This one was large and armoured, different again from the ones she had found thus far. What was to be held accountable for their differences? A quirk of fate? Perhaps there would be much that they would not know about this world. She was Truth and something else, something that was still beginning to form, she did not need armour or the mighty form of the earth to do her bidding. Truth was its own weapon and armour. She did not need to wear great metal plates to shield her. Not yet anyway.




The seas churned and beneath the waves, something began to take shape. A man, not quite suited to earth or sea alone, grew from the depths. He twisted into life, taking a deep breath, his lungs easing as they filled. A trident was in his hand. He looked at the tool, wondering what he might use it for. And then he looked to himself. His torso was bare, his skin dark, gradually turning to green scales that extended into a tail. There was a weight to his head as he turned in the water. He reached up and felt the hair atop his head. Dark too. Was he darkness? No, he had been born to the sea. The sea was his kingdom, and yet he was more. There was an irresistible pull to the surface. Karam swam up, ever upwards until he broke the surface.

His lungs screamed. The air was wrong. This was wrong. The water. We need the water. We need- The gills on his neck closed as he changed. He could breath this air without them, but beneath the surface, he would need them. The sky above him was bright. It would not always be. Perhaps that was his purpose, to provide light in the darkness. The pull was still there. Pulling him forward from the water. There was something else to be discovered. His tail shifted into legs as the water became shallower. A light armour clothed him as he left the ocean. The sand sunk beneath his feet. As it shifted to solid ground, Karam found his movements easier.

He traveled, following the pull, trusting it to guide him, whether to the terrible noise or from it, he didn't know, but he followed it. He came to a valley where others dwelled. Earth and Sun stood on the hill. His opposites and equals. He felt kinship to them. Without one, the other was obsolete. A lightness filled him as he approached the gathering. One of their number, a fair haired woman, saw his approach and her face seemed to clear.

Kallian turned back to the group as Karam approached. She knew a part of her had been missing and now she was almost whole. She was Loyalty and Truth. Two ideas bonded together. "What are we? Why are we?" The Fire asked.

"I do not know, my friend. Perhaps we will never why we are. As for what we are, I cannot say. I know I am an idea given form. But you are solid, different. The Earth and Fire are not abstract. They simply are."

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Character Portrait: Alo Character Portrait: Akileia Character Portrait: Alteez Character Portrait: Cungathiloth Character Portrait: Karam Character Portrait: Kassius Character Portrait: Kallian Character Portrait: Cela
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The fall of such silence on the ruined city was enough to put the dead to shame, as she looked out over the view of such lost glory, Alteez felt something in her well up. It was a deep lamentation for the past lives ruined in such a great city, Her memories drifted of the years that she had seen this city in its prime.

In sight the city became less of a disheveled hell, and more of a paradise. Pillar upon pillar raised along cobblestone causeways as homes piled up into small manors that house her faithful, the smell of sweets on the wind as she could hear the sound of children playing at the base of her temple. It was beautiful once gain, and grew ever more so as she descended the stairs down into the main building. The seat of the exact same throne she had seen constructed, and ruled from for so long. Though short years in her existence, what appeared as a blink in her eyes, were the lives of hundreds through the years.

She looked on as the throne room was filled by an inumiral amount of lives, all in attendance as the king walks down the stairs one last time behind her, and she greets him as though an old man would a happy memory. She easily remembers the day she granted him her last blessing, and allowed him to return to his youth. But even now she can see it as her eyes scan the horizon of faces, several wore worried stares, and even his sons were ambivalent about the situation. She should have know that this was going to be the last true day of happiness for her people.


The goddess nearly buckled to her knees as she was assaulted by the memories that followed, the eldest son digging a blade into the small of his fathers back. Then brother upon brother fell into the fray, cutting, and gouging at one another to seize power from the other. To witch the eldest was easily the most apt, having been gifted his fathers divine blade, and used it to rend life from his kin, like chaff from wheat.

The goddess feels a cold, hard emotion boil up in her breast as a tears begin to roll down her cheek. Those that struck the stone floor, pulverized sheets of rock, one after the other. Her vision was greeted by the site of several scattered bones across the temple floor, even after all this time heavy stains of dim red sat scattered all around the main pavilion, and as she rubbed the pain from her eyes she stood. Even the good king still remained somewhat all this time as well, what still existed of his long hair, and the broken blade jutting from out his lower ribs. It was all a tragedy, she had left her people behind to forget the atrocities they committed upon one another, and here she was, willingly exposing herself to such memories.

So it was that she stayed there on her knees, weeping softly for her lost champion, and her lost people. An immense event despite how low she cried, for the land began to tremble, and cry with her.

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Character Portrait: Alo Character Portrait: Akileia Character Portrait: Cungathiloth Character Portrait: Karam Character Portrait: Kassius Character Portrait: Kallian Character Portrait: Cela
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"Well, this is just magnificient if I do say so myself. Alo, Kallian, Cela, Akileia, and of course, Kassius. I do not know who we are, but I like us," Kassius announced with a wide grin. He smiled as he watched the others transform, nodding in approval at Alo. He was different, but somehow, his form fit him. Different concepts enveloped his mind: Loyalty, Truth, Earth, Fire, Light, River, Music. There was so much to comprehend, he hardly knew where to start.

"There is a darkness in this world, as there must be to keep the balance."

"Darkness? I do not yet know what that is, but I don't like the sound of it," he mused. The word filled him with a strange feeling. As though something threatened to extinguish his light, but that was impossible. Nothing could extinguish light. He blinked as he felt a presence, grinning brightly as another joined them. He felt a connection to him.

"I feel... You are another light. But different from mine. What are you?"