TTRPG creations: 80/365: G'hlort Death of the sea

G'hlort Death of the sea

 In lands that now lay untouched by mortals. In the darkest depths of the oceans. In what once was blazing red desert now turned hell trench. Carved red pillars stand tall and proud. Great effigies erected to dead gods warp weird waters. This place saw generations of slaves slaughtered to disinterested giants. Grand genocides created by killing fields miles long. Horizon to horizon of forgotten bones chained to statues. Something stirs in this damned place Something moves within the waters. What was mistaken for the death valley shifts and rises.

Animal primal fear takes over, an ancient autopilot felt by the ancestors. The cold old lizard part of the brain jerkily veers the body away in panic. A spastic snapping of neurons clumsily clicks into place in an attempt to understand. Only the briefest of glances causes minor strokes, the brain willingly destroying parts of the brain to survive. Your limbs betray you so eager in an attempt to escape. A shrill shriek claws it's way up the throat throttling vocal cords along the way.

The slight silky subtle voice that worms into heads. The promise of power, passion or pain unending. The easy answer to the end of the road. The rapid panic when one looks down into the never ending murky depths of the sea. The deepest trenches its reach. The Kraken its day dream. Countless species are slave to it. G'hlort the last. G'hlort the star birthed. G'hlort the unbending pain. The utter end of the sea. 

TTRPG creations: 79/365: Endless Birther

Endless Birther

 A titanic pillar of plankton towering from sea floor to breaching wave. An impossible behemoth, an unnatural life. From the very first of the rebirth this plankton has survived and thrived. Grown over millions of years it has gone beyond life's basic mission. An once known life form with a new goal. To reset the cycle, right the wrongs of mankind and nature and behind again. Larger and larger it grows, dwarfing all living things within the sea. all sea life bows to the silent king.

With long ropes pushed into the deep trenches it rises, a translucent pillar of life. More plankton swim within the sea god, an infinite number of life outnumbered mankind, planets and stars. A deep ground emits from the it, felt more than heard. It resonated through muscle and bone, lancing through all within the sea. For an instant all sea life stops, the echoing crack causes rogue waves and cyclones. The God opens and out of it pour plankton in every direction. The great cycle of rebirth continues.

TTRPG creations: 78/365: Bush Wizard

Bush Wizard

 Long slightly crooked crow nose. Large bushy caterpillar eyebrows errant hair peak out sporadically. Deep set dark twinkling brown eyes with long reaching black bags underneath. A thick carpet of a moustache hiding a pulled top lip. Mouth in an easy grin, front tooth slightly chipped like fine bone china. Corners pull back to show twin dimples on a face peppered with soon to be salt and pepper stubble. Beard fallen victim to alopecia odd patches add to the face. A slight chin with scars crisscrossing amongst flesh.

Body once toned turned to soft flesh but with time toning back to what once was. Comfortable clothes hide slightly longer limbs, bunched up sleeves followed by constant tapping. A wizards room with a black leather backed chair. From there creatures come, created by the constant hammering away. Ideas sifted through, ground down, molded and folded. Pushed into shape, stamped and sealed. Angels and demons. Fish men and deep ones. Mutants and mammals. All are created within the wizard workshop then sent out into others worlds.

 Stubby fingers stamp coloured keys creating creatures.

TTRPG creations: 77/365: Flotsam golem

Flotsam golem

 Hollowed out husk of a hull held together between flesh and muscle. Strips of sinew sown between wooden splinters. Broken bits of bone gunk glue timber plank to timber plank. Muscle mulched down and mixed with the mast. The crew collected and combined with the ship. Knuckles kneaded into wood knots. Teeth tightened into tar. All melded within her. Metal joints and wooden bones surrounded by a slurry of sailors. Salty stained souls sealed away within the golem heart. 

When the ship is pulverized against the rocks. When the waves wash away any last chance of hope. When the unforgiving sea pulls all within itself a flotsam golem is born. A combination of both crew and ship. A horror amalgamation of living flesh, of skin, muscle, tendon, teeth, hair, scalp, fat and acid. A network of organic soup seeps through metal and wood tubes. This lumbering living hell pounds towards prey, like a groggy sailor the legs buckle and skip. The arms wobble and stretch like pulled pink taffy. Mouths appear and scream for death and forgiveness or moan for others to join them. 

The flotsam golem is a hell for most men of the sea. Some decide to come together in a way both mentally and physically.

TTRPG creations: 76/365: Heart Of The Sea

Heart Of The Sea

Cosmic kaleidoscope coloured coral. Fields of flitting finned fish. Numberless and numerous species of nautical nature. Plentiful pastures of potent plant life. Every colour, shade, size, type and being existing within the underwater domain. All of them. Condensed within a living, breathing cube the size of a castle. 

Be it an insane wizards works in which potions and poisons created the a gel creature collecting monstrosity. A glorious gods twitching sleep induced insanity driven panic attack. Manic tower sized teeth crushing and grinding. Veins the size of valleys pulsing and heaving. And eyes like oceans circling and snapping. Or a freak instant in nature that produced the perfect collection of sea life. Whatever had the power to create this insane combination is best left alone, untouched and undisturbed. 

The cube drifts through the ocean consuming everything within its path. Anything unfortunate enough to get sucked in is either destroyed, digested, swallowed, shredded, pulped, added, assimilated, confettied, mated, mauled, broken, twisted, loved, caressed, taken care of, consoled and cleansed. Everything is made use of in one way or the other. The cube has no qualms or rules. A lawless space in which the most strongest, cunning or sturdy survive.

Legends tell of trawlers being dragged down to the depths. As the net reaches down along the seas ground it connects to the saline paste. With a slow and steady hand the ship, cargo and damned crew are added to the cube. Once mankind enters they truly comprehend that they do not exist on top of the food chain. The cube refuses to grow in size only what's within thrives.

TTRPG creations: 75/365: live life tank

live life tank

 Nets tighten, ropes ensnare, man corralled, fishermen beware. Pulverised pirates, mauled mutilated men and violated villagers all begin underwater slave life within the tank. A horror tub of fused coral, warped wood and deep glass. A living life aquarium for the underwater masses. A slave pit for the air breathers. A smorgasbord for the upper echelon. 

With routine amounts of salt water pumped in and out what's left of humanity is soggy, saline and consumed by insanity. Whipcord thin, blackened dead eyes, muscles devoured by the body, hair stiff and dry. Escape is non existent, a fruitless endeavour and a pointless dream. 

Mollusc men and mermaid ladies trade in peace at the potential prey. Life is traded in bulk within the dark sea. Strong slaves are always in high demand. Pirates are purchased quickly, all men of sea remember the cruelty of sea men. Attractive humans are purchased for high prices, disfigurement and torture the standard affair. Fisherman are saved for special occasions, the most hated of all undersea folk. 

The tank will always be full, a constant slave jewel of the midnight sea.

TTRPG creations: 74/365: The Under mind

The Under mind

 Slithering, sucking organs tease tantalizing tales out of minds. Pulling apart pieces of growing grey matter they meld memories into large lumps. pulsing and swelling like coral cancers the alien existence extends over caves, seas and cities. The mind barbs lurk in every corner of the undersea nation. Chaotic cults worship the under mind.

Deep within the pearl mines forced gilled wretches slave away at the man eating clams. Giant carriage sized brutes that belay a sense of extreme speed. While a team of three pull them open with wood beams a poor soul with dive in to steal the guarded treasure. Most end with a sharp snap and grind.

With centuries of time the probing appendages whittle away at the shell of the clam. Boring a small hole the tentacle injects itself into the nervous system of the creature. Slowly but surely taking over the simple mind of the beast. As each clam grinds down on an unfortunate soul they sift the memories into the undermind. A network of information gatherers extends throughout the seas.

TTRPG creations: 73/365: Midnight Algae

Midnight Algae

 Gentle waves rock fishing vessels to sleep. The ocean pitch black, slow rolling waves lapping gently back and forth. A brilliant bright moon shining overhead, gentle lunar rays bouncing beams across the waves. 

Captains call out and fisherman scramble to sides. Nets are slowly dragged in from ink coloured water. Forearms yank rope up, inch by inch metre by metre hauling up the night's catch from the saline sea. 

Men call out in confusion at they prized they pulled. Coiled around knotted nets are midnight black clumps of algae. Stomping down steps the salty captain comes over. His lantern moves over the plant life, it almost seems to absorb the light of the flickering flames. A hideous ebony growth that bubbles and hisses.

Muttering about cursed catches and Ill omens he commands it cast over. As the men hurl the horror harvest over it catches upon the hull. With a lurch the boat starts to tip over. Curling along the wood inch thick vines wind along the sails. Wood groans and cracks, masts snap. 

The crew are cast overboard into the awaiting waters. The full moon emits the only light beaming down upon the waters. One by one sailors are plucked underneath. Being yanked and pulled quickly downwards before feeling the pressing grind of flat teeth.

TTRPG creations: 72/365: kro'kosh, the shield of Tik.

Kro'kosh, the shield of Tik.

 First of his scum spawn to slither from silt. With carapace violet speckled amongst black, a sure sign he was chosen by the gods. Larger of bulk but with feral intelligence Kro'kosh was certain to lead his race into its golden age.

As he matured Kro'kosh only continued to grow in size, arms swelling with thick cable like muscle cords. Twin pincers hardening, strong enough to snap spine and skull. His mind grew, drinking in every morsel of knowledge, every scrap of power. His violet speckled carapace becoming a star pattern across his back.

Leading his fellow spawn kin to battle Kro'kosh shattered the surrounding tribes. He crucified war leaders, flayed holy priests and butchered chieftains. He took entire villages as slave fodder. A righteous fervor burnt within his eyes, a just belief and dangerous belief in his races supremacy below the waves.

Yet away from the battlefield was were the demon truly rose to the depths. Kro'kosh had developed a desire to understand how the other undersea races ticked. In a gruesome workshop he peeled back skin, tore away muscle and broke away bone. Every experiment to understand the enemy, no knowledge to deep or dark.

At the height of his power, at the strongest of his might, at the golden age of his people Kro'kosh was struck down. An outsider to the waves was expanding his domain long over the reefs. His deep empire growing and consuming all within its reach. Kro'kosh now king amongst his people prepared for battle.

Entire slaves races clashed and were wiped out in the ensuing war. Genocide after genocide turned the waters a kaleidoscopic hue of blood. Experimental research abominations unleashed only to be pulverized with magic tendrils. Coral bombs turned into empty bubbles. Noxious gas and potent poison nullified with a flick of the wrist.

His people turned to cowardice in the face of such overwhelming might. In a shamed rage Kro'kosh challenged the being from above. The two faced each other and dueled, Kro'kosh's pincers clacked at naught but the sea. His whips grasped futility and his beak snapped on an empty promise. For hours he battled against the growing feeling of defeat. Utterly spent he glared defiance at the usurper of the sea. 

The God being held out both a hand and a promise.

TTRPG creations: 71/365: Tik, Last of the first.

Tik, Last of the first.

 He stepped into the darkness as a man and returned a wizard. He pushed into the empty alabaster sands of the A'tuk wastes. Sifting through lost catacombs with an unquenchable thirst, he uncovered the staff of the eternal king. He pushed back the scarab lords and made his escape, unlocking the walled off magic within his mind.

Venturing into the havoc hell he fought B'tum chosen of Bolg last of the madness gods. Locked in a magical duel that lasted for both a blink of an eye and an eternity. With multi hued lightning lashing the ground creating cracked creators that bubbled blistering blue brew. He struck the deranged warlock down, strangling the life out of the once man. Taking the treasured third eye out of his skull he stepped out of the darkness as a wizard and returned an arch mage.

 He scoured the cloud kingdom seeking the last of the dragons. He tracked the beast down to the final resting place. With staff in hand and eye of power in place the battle wracked the heavens and shattered the grounds. Blasting bolt breaths and inhaled vacuums battered him. Talon, fang and claw tore at him. Yet he stood his ground, stood firm and smote the primal horror. Taking the heart he stepped out of the darkness as an arch mage and returned a legend.

As his deeds and feats grew so did the years. For all of his power he could not push back the slow but sure hand of time. A deep melancholy sunk in to the living legend, at the core of the melancholy a splinter of fear started to infect him. Fear became horror which mutated into panic and then obsession. A way to push back, extend or gain time. He cast morals aside and practiced darker arts, creating copies of himself to read through every library, every tome and scroll. In his darkest moment a voice called out.

He followed it to the waters edge, through the storm to the eye of the hurricane. Sacrificing loyal men and friends to power odd deep spells he pushed into the waters. Through hours of endless sinking, staving off creatures that were alien even to one such as he. Tik finally arrived at the lost city, the voice emitting from a small jade statue, it promised him all that he desired.

As his fingers clasped it he saw a flash behind his eyes. Of endless bent blackened arms with pitch black ichor eyes spanning seas worth. Of gibbering mouths telling ten thousand twisted truths. Of every being that has been, will be or was in oil slick bubbles. Of a being so vast, so high and so encompassing that it simply was. Taking the statue he stepped into the darkness as an Legend and returned a god.

TTRPG creations: 70/365: Deep Thresher

Deep Thresher

 Sloops run on ragged reefs, jutting jaws punch holes in hulls. The behemoth from below, the wave lurker, ship crusher and man mulcher. It ascends to the surface, glassy doll eye cold and alien in complexion. Skin leathery and covered in battle scars, hooks, harpoons snapped and sucker marks. This prehistoric horror has haunted humanity since the discovery of fire.

We created outer gods and aliens in deep space as an easier way to accept they couldn't be in our very waters. Willingly blind to the truth these predators of the deep have preyed on us when we still shuffled around on our knuckles. These denizens of a world so alien and deep we have yet to truly step into it. The masters of the eternal waves.

It lifts the sea with it as it rams the boat, the great bulk shifting and rocking everyone aboard. Those who fall over are blinded by the murky salt water before a set of razor jaws and teeth loom out of the murky water. Ripping men rag doll, tearing chunks of limbs this godless killer is the great equalizer of the sea. It takes great chunks out of the ship, devouring, stabbing, ripping and tearing part by part until she cracks under the assault. 

The men fall into the water and are devoured one by one.

TTRPG creations: 69/365: Saline Soul

Saline Soul

 The sky runs black ahead, brutal horror lighting strikes assault the sea. The waves in turn, churn and burn. Brutal salt violence frothing with anger. It swells and swells, rising and rising. 

Gripping onto the wheel he grits his teeth. He feels the ship start to buckle and break beneath. His crew race to and fro, pulling in sales and lashing down supplies. The sea a murky death green it looks to grip the side of the ship, dragging her in.

A scream comes from the crowd nest, all eyes look towards the heavens and see a pointed finger. Ahead of the ship, towering higher than buildings, making mountains minuscule, a wave. It spans the horizon, eclipses vision, becomes every sense. An ending wave, a roaring death.

As the rogue wave towers over a ragged face rips open amongst the foam. A cruel wicked vision that smashes down upon the mortals.

TTRPG creations: 68/365: Cloud Kisser

Cloud Kisser

 The heavy clouds come rolling in. The storm looks to lash out, black and heavy, pregnant with thunderbolts aimed to hurl down at all. It swiftly approaches faster and faster, nothing seems to be able to slow the thunderous roll of nature. Deep within its depths a low, long, hideous moan roars across the land. The call brings thunder crashing, lightning bolts flashing. Storms billow up ripping into trees and buildings alike, nature quakes at the approach.

Heard long before seen a titanic shadow swims through the clouds. The midnight blue and bone white skin slowly pushes out. Fleeting glimpses  bring madness at the sheer size of it. It roars above the world a marine horror given the very sky itself.

It crests out of the clouds, rain ripping from the air. The ozone stench strong in the winds as more bolts pulverize the world. The long mournful call deafens mortals, destroys towns and obliterates the sky itself.

TTRPG creations: 67/365: Putrid Pirates

Putrid Pirates

 The surrounding seas turn a ghastly gill green. From the depths rises a bloated buzzing behemoth. Pulsing pustules paint the prow, wicked warped wood wet with pus. The sales ripped and seeping like open sores, truly a horror from below.

The crew pull themselves from the wood screaming all the while, the sea salt burns at the skin. Muscle, skin and bone tear away in long stinking strips. Gouts of vomit, piss, blood and puss erupt from the cursed crew drenching the hull with a fresh coat of unclean. White fish white blind eyes they stumble forward, a collection of oozing opens wounds. Knots of guts hang from open wounds, tongues blue and bloated stick out.

The flies are thick amongst them. Maggots, crabs, octopuses and other aquatic life slowly slink from meat holes made from the crew. They all slowly shamble to a halt and pry rusted weapons from the deck. Raising engorged half skeletal arms they give a sickly wet cough roar and charge.

TTRPG creations: 66/365: Lava Lobster

Lava Lobster

 Steaming scarlet scales sizzle surrounding seas. The crimson rust red and black armour bedecked horror clicks and clanks forward. Powerful pincers prying open and popping prey.

The undersea lava vents sometimes have unexpected results amongst the native wildlife. The local lobster population has evolved to make use of the liquid lava pools. To prevent predators from feasting on the young the adult lobster buries the young underneath the heated vents. 

With time the young lobsters carapace thickens and blackens to a hardened state. Upon hatching they already have a leathery layer which will only increase with time. As lava lobsters never stray far from the spawning pools they are constantly bombarded with flecks of lava, ash and heat. Throughout the years the carapace hardens to almost plate mail levels of strength. Because of this Mollusk men and Mermen will look to either capture, tame or make use of the scales. 

Lava lobsters are incredibly hot, due to this they will unleash the heat in small blasts of super heated steam. Many the fishing trawler has gone up in flames due to these scaled scorchers.

TTRPG creations: 65/365: Mollusk Men

Mollusk Men

 Circle dome cities deep under the waves. Ancient buildings created when the world was first born. A race older than time whose origins spawned from the stars. Elder beings drifted through the infinite, night black arms emerged from star speckled shells. Spindly, horrid, long limbs pulled themselves through the galaxy using stars and planets as one would climb a cliff face. They dug into thousands of worlds corrupting them from the core. 

Endless circle cities built in honour stretched as far as the eyes could see. Swirling Fibonacci spirals in pillars pulling out of the ground towards the stars. Altars in which races were slaughtered in names that make the sky crack and the moon weep tears. Beings whose very presence was an affront to reality, bending, warping and tearing the essence of life around them.

As man evolved so did the concept of higher religion. Mans god Yigg empowered with the belief of millions was able to cast down the star born. With every galaxy spawn crucified Yigg would only grow in power. Suddenly they found themselves pushed out. They buried themselves deep within the worlds escaping the endless eradication. 

All that remains are the Mollusk men, a remnant of the unholy gods spawned with humans. They toil deep within the earths and seas of worlds, capturing mortals in order to sacrifice to endless gods.

TTRPG creations: 64/365: The Wailing Gull

The Wailing Gull

 Skiffs skim along the surf into the rolling blue. Sapphire green waves push them along deeper into the sea. Billowing sails push crawlers faster, every crew for themselves as they fight to feast from the salvage. Battalion battles bring sailing scavengers, the remains of ships seemingly winked into existence. 

The first ships pull in, grappling hooks are hucked. Blades biting into wood the ripped fleets are slowly picked apart. A shadow passes over,  the trap has been sprung. The giant beast dives down towards the water, gliding along the surface at horrific speeds the swell surges. Waves ram into the boarding vessels knocking ships over and sending men into the drink.

Those that make it aboard the prize notice the immense beak marks crisscrossing the canvas, the wedges wrenched out of the wood. Too late they realise this was all a trap, the gargantuan gull circles overhead looking to pick them all off one by one.

TTRPG creations: 63/365: The Trawl Golem

The Trawl Golem

 The net is thrown over, men cry out back and forth. The schools swim sporadically throughout the warm waters. The nets tighten and yank up, the prize to be hung, drawn and quartered and at the markets. Fish mongers scream wares while gulls flock overhead. Eyes pecked out, guts hooked and tossed. Food for the scavengers.

Driven to the brink of extinction. Overfishing forced evolution, slimy scaled hands made of multiple minds. The school moves through the water as one. A horror amalgamation school of fish, scales slide in and interlock. The ships slide upon the waters above, the cursed nets unfurling and capturing brethren.

The fishing trawler lurches to a halt, panicked men are thrown to the deck as deep creaks and groans are heard underneath. Wood splintering, cracking and snapping starts. Nails pop out of plants as the ship is torn in two. As the fisherman fall into the foam the net encompasses them, drawing shut it pulls them all down into the darkness. 

The Deep sea markets await.

TTRPG creations: 62/365: The carbuncle crusher

The carbuncle crusher

The horror hermit heralds the end. It comes smashing down on sailors with flotsam fists. Decked in ships decks its pulverizing pincers pulp people. Coral clamps crush captives as it surges through the water. Marine life pours out of its shell slipping through surfaces to aid the behemoth.

The carbuncle crusher is the final evolution within the Salt crab strain. Starting much like the hermit crab cousin, the Carbuncle Crusher will slowly move from shell to shell as it grows. It however starts to add to a shell, carving on other shells, debris, coral or marine life to gain an edge over any possible competition. Every speck of human refuse becomes an investment and could be the difference between life and death. 

Carbuncle Crushers will also go out of the way to slaughter each other. They will openly ignore threats if it gives them the edge. The most dominant and cunning will usually end up as titanic behemoths decked out in the remnants of ships, lighthouses or coastal towns. The gods have mercy upon any mortal caught between two elder Crushers.

TTRPG creations: 61/365: Foam Apes

Foam Apes

 Fanatics of the sea foam, forever frozen to the isolated island. Tailors of the teal waves, creators of the cerulean sea. The forever harbingers, the surf singers the foam apes. Deep within the mighty storms eyes a small island rides the waves, guided by the steady hand of the monkey. They stand on the shore, hands gesture and point, bodies sway and flow. They ride the island which in turn rides the storm. 

The forever blue is bent to the will of the apes. They swing the storm around the great sea, away from ships, islands and continents. They seek only the basest pleasures in life, utter freedom. Away from humanity and the greed that comes with it. They look for nothing else than the rise of the sun and the new day. 

For thousands of years the foam apes have rode the island on the sea, they will continue to do so. Until the oceans rise, until humanity shrinks back and the sun and stars combine.

TTRPG creations: 60/365: The Sunken Sea Giants

The Sunken Sea Giants

 They wandered the lands of old, towering titans slowly sliding through time. Beings that brushed the clouds, colossal kings whose steps shaped the lands. Early mankind cast an eye upon them. Wanting to seize power they looked to cast down the walking gods. Tidal waves of blood poured over the land, corpses tens of kilometers long crushed the earth as they fell. Ancient battles left rotting corpses from which nature exploded. Entire forests, valleys and mountains have burst into existence from the remains of these beings.

With time numbers dwindled, the evolution of man was far faster. Soon spear and bow became horse and gunpowder. The giants found themselves facing an enemy far greater than themselves. Evolution. With the population numbering in the hundreds they descended back into the depths.

Feet brushing the ocean floor they escaped to lands in which humanity could not easily follow. They all split off, closing eyes for eternal slumber. Thousands of years have passed since then, myths and legends of the sea giants are usually told to scare children in fishing villages. 

Something has started to happen, lately rumours amongst fisherman have sprouted up of islands creaking and cracking, slowly shuffling and waking. Something has woken the last of the sea giants. 

TTRPG creations: 59/365: The Descended Divers

The Descended Divers

 Trudging slowly among the sea floor, step by step through the ink black. Brushing past coral clusters, swift undersea currents sweep up slow schools. Cursed to roam the sea floor for eternity, large clomping metal boots create sand craters. Ancient equipment of brass and steel covered in living coral and barnacles, long pitted and dented by the constant pushing sea.

The wanderer continues to move through the dark miasma, step by painful step it continues the eon long journey. The long trek brings it close to an underwater city. It watches the merman through a cracked, yellowed amber view port. It remembers the feeling of lungs taking in air, of wind on the face and food in the mouth. A terrible rage builds as it starts to walk towards the city, behind out of the awful black more deep diving suits place a foot in front of the other. 

Cities will come and go, kingdoms will rise and rot. The eternal curse will always exist.

TTRPG creations: 58/365: The Jellied Eel

The Jellied Eel

 Soft slime like slinking through the surf. Body wraps ribbons amongst waves, tail flickering forwards. Eye balls shift along the body swimming along the translucent tube, a three sixty field of view. Folding in accordion like only to spring out, it pulses forwards. Constantly on the hunt through the high salt seas. The acidic agitator, the pungent predator

Cling wrap skin sticks and sucks in the fish school. The inside like wet slurping sand, thick as pig shit. The eels acid goes to work slowly sloughing away layer after layer. Collected bones pull and push throughout the eels body shredding and tearing. The eels Organs covered in a thick film squeeze along the bone blender whilst preys pulverised. 

Nothing is safe within its territory. Boats are slowly butchered, pirate crews pureed and marine life massacred. Slowly wandering from island to island it basks within the waters awaiting wanderers. It oozes through ecosystems, tears through genetic trees and swallow species. 

TTRPG creations: 57/365: The Ship Of A Thousand Spores

The Ship Of A Thousand Spores

 Psychotic psychedelics pulse in waves across the masts and deck, a slowly crawling fungus freighter whose prow pushes through slow seas. Along the horizon it lurches to and fro, fuzzy fluorescent gills glimmer and glow. The surrounding surf turns a multi-hued oil slick as the potent pollen pumps into the saline sea. 

Atop the top most crown sits the figure. A grand tall mushroom cap for a hat and deep sea blue hue satin cloak over old shoulders. His two metre long hands struck out forward holding an ancient driftwood staff. Clouds part and rain fizzles away at his approach. Fingers stained with hypnotic dyes, his eyes a prismatic potion. 

His mushroom crew race to and fro. Short and tall mushroom capped men, odd bark like skin outlines blurry due to the spores. As the high druid lifts his arms and gives a warped scream the cap slowly unravels to reveal a full fungus ship. The near crawl becomes a race as the wind catches the sails the prow pulls itself through the waves. The salt coast beckons him home, the payload has to be paid off.

TTRPG creations: 56/365: The Blinking Behemoth

The Blinking Behemoth

 The sailors stare over the side into the inky depths. The stars overhead covered by cloud layer leaves the sea close to vantablack. The only sound the slow lapping of waves against the wooden sides of the boat. As they stare in, one points with a shaking finger at something within the water. A down in the depths light blinks slowly, it ebbs and pulses a magnetic white yellow. It seems to bob within the waters, darting around, plunging and lunging in quick figure eights. 

As the sailors watch confused the light pushes through the solid black depths. Still infrequently pulsing it seems to ride the currents upwards. The men are locked in a trance like state. They struggle to take eyes off the mystical sea sight. The light stops suddenly then spikes towards the surface sitting on the surge. 

Gathering into row boats the men make through the float towards the orb. It's dazzling golden light draws them in, closer and closer they come until they realise what they have done. Connected to the blazing sphere via a flesh tube is a horror from the depths. Milky white eyes stare forwards, a mouth full of metre long spear teeth jut in every direction. The mouth slowly opens and the silhouettes of mermen are the last thing the sailors see.

TTRPG creations: 55/365: Salt O War

Salt O War

 A wagon sized monstrosity floats through the water, slowly wandering along the waves. It shimmers through a set series of colours, shifting from rainbow hue to acid drip yellows and greens. Under the waves the horror begins, thousands of half foot wide tentacles span in every direction for miles. As far as the eye can see these spasm inducing horror hooks weave.

A network of drug inducing salt stabbers. Hooked harbingers of hedonism bring blissful breaks of the mind.

Extreme saline tentacles wrapping around bobbing bodies, one by one they drift down yanked by foot thick cords. The jelly ropes pull in the pirate corpses slowly curling over and taking off muscle, skin and bone. Inch by inch it's all dissolved and converted, everything becomes energy for the Salt O war.

TTRPG creations: 54/365: Whip fish

Whip fish

 

It darts through the water at alternate angles. Underwater lightning bolt arcs the whip fish speeds in predatory passes. A blue bolt blasting by, turning for another pass. It's long nose constantly turning and flexing like a rapier blade.

Sixteen Cartilages crack as the long bill slashes aside. The tip darting from side to side probing for weakness. The piercing spear punches into predators perforating muscle and pulverizing organs. The eight foot beak more of a lance slashing and stabbing at prey. 

The villagers along the Salt Coast speak of devil fish basking in the warm sun before slipping beneath the surface. Of giant, long bony bills thrusting through wood and metal. Of men having to fight to the death with these lightning quick duelist of the deep.

The largest amongst them, a true leviathan said to be thirty six foot long with a wicked scar along the right eye, sucker marks on its beak and white stripes along its back. Said to rise from the depths on red sky mornings. The twelve foot long lance has skewered many the captain and sunk scores of fishing vessels. 

TTRPG creations: 53/365: The Red Rum Crew

The Red Rum Crew

 Out of the fog she comes, bright red sails billow within the wind. The Krakens Reach, her prow punching through the wave, carving through the currents. A nautical nightmare for any vessel, the crossed white flagons signaled the Red Rum Crew.

The butchers of Port Mc'arn. The single vessel assault squad. The killers of Iron Colt Smith and his Cobalt Coral crew. The men who stole the sea kings crown. They who fought off the kraken. The first group to step onto the mystical lands of Yon. And leading them, standing in the crows nest a demon light burning like a beacon in his eyes, Red Rum Jack Rackam.

She quickly came upon them, the sea demons giving her otherworldly speed. Overtaking and cutting off, grappling hooks are tossed over biting into wood. Cannon shot rips through the mast bringing the merchant vessel to a slow crawl. The Red Rum runners race over and hit the sailors hard. Salty sabres swung spray scarlet across the deck. 

TTRPG creations: 52/365: The Tuna fin Task master

The Tuna fin Task master

 Sleek, powerful arms snap the whip forward, a thunderous crack. Thin slaves scarred shrink back under the brutal attack. A long flat bullet face, unblinking round eyes that snap around searching for weakness. A long gash of a mouth opens up to show serrated saw teeth. An eight foot towering frame that leans over the mauled, mouth open in a querying fashion. Probing for any weakness, any illness or anything exploitable.

Grabbing the closest fodder it raises them high up in the air. Past eight feet to nine to ten foot high in the sky. A cocked neck and turned head is the only indication of a question before the slave is slammed into the ground. Such violence ruins ribs and obliterates organs. The mouth plunges down bullet fast and rips chunks out of the victim.

The slave master finished his meal hurls the remains away before snapping the coral covered whip amongst the new meat.

TTRPG creations: 51/365: The Maritime Mutants

The Maritime Mutants

 Humanity was only meant to be a guest under the waves. A passing traveler, a quick vagrant, a passing holiday. The human body doesn't adept well deep down. The pulsing pressure, lack of light and crushing currents serve only to swallow the weak. For the humans that are captured and brought beneath the sea only modification exists.

The weak are culled, hacked up and used for a variety of purposes. From chum for molluscs or fertilizer for seaweed to aphrodisiacs for the rich, usually dried, ground and snorted. Healthy stock is taken aside, measured and sold. Gills are grafted onto the neck and servitude begins.

From basic muscle to pleasure pawns humans, dwarves, elves and halflings are used for any and all manner of things. Owners will usually look to customise the basic model for the task. First the vivisection to remove or add organs, a cleric is kept on standby throughout the procedure. After comes the additional benefits. Removing hands to be replaced with hooked tentacles. Eyes scooped out as to not interfere with echo location. Ink sacs stitched into throats. Extra or less appendages. Added orifices, removed limbs truly whatever the buyer desires. 

The servant is kept alive and awake throughout every procedure. Taken care of as to not slip away and kept strong enough to watch. This is done to burn in the first and most important lesson. The more flesh that is taken, the less humanity remains.