Apocolothoth
Legacy Name: Apocolothoth

The hero leaves his home to prepare for a ceremony to praise him on his recent voyage to the Americas. Once the hero is out of sight, his home is ransacked by Aztec warriors who had followed the hero back to Spain, hell-bent on revenge for his murderous actions on their own land in the Americas.
The hero’s wife and daughter are killed. Unknowingly the warriors left his newborn infant son alive, hidden away under a false floor. The warriors torched the home then fled into the near by woods. A nearby land owner saw the flames and entered the home to see if anyone was injured. The peasant could hear a baby crying from an unknown location. The peasant was able to locate the hero's son and save him.

The hero returned to a decimated home and a murdered family. Upon finding the remnants of his home, the hero falls into a deep psychosis and depression. Fearing for the safety of his son, the hero takes his son to relatives in the city, hopeful that they can look after him while he hunts the Aztec warriors down.
Weeks pass as the hero tracks the Aztec warriors, forgetting all but essential requirements to stay alive, falling deeper into madness. An unknown day comes, his clothes torn and muddy, the hero decides to rest in an abandoned farm house. As he dozes off, dreams of darkness begin to envelop him. In the night terrors, he dreams of blood boiling out of the moon, and a giant with octopus like tentacles coming from the area its mouth should be. It destroys towns and crushes people beneath its fiercely stentorian frame. It sees the hero looking at it from his own dream perspective and it sends out an unrecognizable, inhuman shriek. It then reaches for him with its long, slimy, black and green skinned arms. As its oily and webbed fingers curl around him, the hero awakens to a new nightmare.

Three robed and hooded men stand around him, staring in silence, motionlessly peering into the veil of his soul. He wants to stand up and scream, to attack them and pour his vengeance out onto them, the vengeance he has reserved for the ones who murdered his family, but he cannot. He is unable to move. He notices a greenish purple vapor mist surrounding him, the smell is thick and woody. He begins to relax into the mists calming influence. Completely immobilized the hero is under the influence of a kind of magik he has not seen before. The three robed figures then lift the hero up, and place him into a set of robes. They drop the hood over his face, and begin to walk him out the door. Even though the hero feels paralyzed, the robed figures somehow manage to coax his feet into moving the way they desire. They walk towards a horse drawn cart, and help him in. As they ride off with the hero, the last of the light falls behind the horizon. They ride for hours before they reach the Desolate Marsh. A dark place. A place not only that is not only dark in visibility, but dark with evil things. The figures help the hero down and begin walking through the marsh, leaving the horse and cart behind in the mists. They trudge through the cold murky waters, moving towards an unknowable destination. Mankind has not ventured this far into the Desolate Marsh and lived to tell the tale.

Finally, through the shallow marshes, the group comes to a grassy knoll that leads towards a small inlet with a boat tied to a rock.
They all get into the boat and push off, for darker tides. Two of them row, while the hero is placed at one end, and the third robed figure sits at the opposite end, staring, still and silent, beneath his hood. Hours pass and finally the two figures rowing stop, and set their ores down. They stand up and each face a separate side. Chanting begins low and gentle, using words unfamiliar to human ears. Then each take a dagger from beneath their robes and slice their left forearm, starting a pool of blood to form in the water that their arm is stretched out over. Then they each slowly begin to pull their arm in, arching the blood in a half circle towards the hero. They each create a trail of blood from the water, into the boat, stopping in front of the hero. Each drop their arm and ready their daggers, and as they do the third figure behind them slowly rises. This third figure makes his way directly behind the other two, and before either can bring their own daggers down onto the hero, the figure behind them stabs one in the back, which alerts the one beside him. The alerted figure turns just as the third figure pulls his dagger out of the first, and before he can defend himself, the third figure quickly ends his life as well with a slice across the throat.

The surviving figure, who seems to have saved the hero's life, pulls back his hood to reveal a gaunt and pale face. His mouth and eyes are stitched closed. Between his eyes is a symbol branded to his forehead. The image is of a circle within a circle, four arm like tentacles breaching the surface of the external circle from the internal circle, forming what resembles an H. On top of the external circle sits 3 smaller circles in a triangular formation. The figure then turns to the front of the boat and kneels, then looks upwards towards the moon, which happens to be full that night. Or was it?
A moment passes and then using the same dagger he killed the other two men with, he stabs both of his own hands until the tip of the blade pierces straight through to the other side. Then resting the blade, the figure clasps his hands together and squeeze tightly, draining blood into the water in front of the boat. He stands and walks towards the hero, pulling back the hood, and then smearing the blood over his face. The savior picks the hero up and walks him to the edge of the boat, where they both stand for some time in the silent void of the evening. Time passes and eventually bubbles form out of the water where the blood had pooled and the moons reflection seems to dance. A strange object rises out of the water. It looks like a lily pad made of human flesh trapped in a bubble made partly of water, and the other part of some black oily tar like substance. The bubble opens to reveal would could very well be a giant tongue inside. The figure then carefully helps the hero out of the boat and onto the pod thing, where he then lays down. The pod restitches its black tar and water based surface over the hero, and then submerges into the ocean, leaving the mysterious figure alone on the boat, left to his own devices.

The pod drops down into the depths of the sea, falling towards an unknown destination. As it descends a strange luminescence begins to fill the darkness, and soon some reefs come into view. The reef cliffs are jagged and inconsistent. As it gets closer, a new shape seems to grow out of the cliffs. What looks like a giant beast moves toward the pod, opening its massive gaping maw, and the pod drops right into it.
The pod and our hero drop down into the throat of the beast, but the environment of its innards somehow change, and turn into a vortex or wormhole and what seems down, was now turning up. The pod turns itself upright, and begins to ascend towards a different surface, somehow approaching a warped version of earthly waters.

The pod breaks the surface, but rather than a different ocean or body of water surrounding it, only a small pool, just slightly larger than the pod itself, holds the pod to its form. As it floats in the pool, the water beneath it transforms and hardens, becoming a stable ground. The pod then seems to dissolve around the hero, leaving him on what looks to be the top of a tall temple of sorts.
The hero awakens from his catatonic state and reservedly sits up, seeking his strength. As he stands up, he looks out over the horizon of this unfamiliar land. There is no sun, no moon to illuminate it. Rather, it seems to illuminate itself in a hazy grayish atmosphere. The lands stretched out before him are rocky and colored in smatterings of gray and red, doused in green. Strange formations bow over the surface, creating zenith like constructs that loom over decimated ruins and bizarre landscapes. In the distance the hero can make out a massive extrusion from the ground, monstrous and unnerving. It seems to be moving slowly, and he comes to the conclusion that it is a tendril or tentacle of some sort. Looking further out, he can make out more of these tendrils, dotting the landscape. “What is this place? How did I come to find myself here?” The hero asks himself.

A voice resonates deep in his subconscious, crawling through his head and wrapping it’s tone around his equilibrium. It is a low, inhuman and godly sound.

“This….is Enno-Lunn. I have brought you here hero.”

The hero somehow manages to quell his desire to flee in terror, and instead slowly turns to the voice he feels is coming from behind him. When he turns he gasps in horror and stumbles back in absolute shock. A gigantic eyeball sitting behind the temple stares down at him. The eyeball is so massive, but it is not the only one. Hundreds of other eyeballs seem attached, growing out of one another, every shape and size, every type of eye imaginable…and unimaginable. Some eyeballs are even larger than the one that stares at him now. The one that is the size of the temple itself.

He barely manages to speak.

“Wha… what is this?”

The pupil moves as though it sits in the cavern of a skulls socket, its iris shrinking while it continues to direct its unfathomable gaze towards the hero.

“I am the moon-god. I am Apocolothoth. The Gazing Eyes. The Lonely Great Old One. You are here because I have chosen to save you from the Sleeping One. Cthulu of R’lyeh.Humanity’s depression and madness has started to wake Cthulu. If Cthulu awakens he will destroy all of humanity on your planet Earth. You have been chosen to silence the master of R’lyeh. You have been chosen to save your earth, but you must first rid Enno-Lunn of Cthulu’s minions. Only then will I send you back to Earth to face Cthulu.”

“Why me? Why am I chosen?”

“Slumbering in his darkness, Cthulu feeds on the terrors and fears of your race. Tasting the blood you have spilled, agonizing over those you lost, terrified of those you could lose, Cthulu found you to be an appropriate vessel to fill and then feed upon directly. His legions were taking you to him, but my own worshippers were able to intercede. The potential he saw in your depths, makes you the best candidate. I will turn the darkness he saw in you, into a weapon against him.”

Originally coded by: dreamsky
Edited by: Grendel