Those who commit the most horrendous of crimes against her Unholy Motherhood are 'blessed' with her gifts - to birth horrors. The Little Ones that are planted in them claw at their insides, feeding on their vitality until they wither and die - the newborn breaking from their flesh prison. [18/18]
a horrific manner. Their body twists and misshapes to avoid what might have severed them from the mortal coil - a permanent reminder of her mark on their lives.
Those who earn her ire are less fortunate, haunted by the sounds of scream of the meat they eat, as if the flesh still moved. [17/18]
To those who are faithful, Suth-Morgath will 'bless' them with boons. From birthing small homunculi and horrors from your own body to even pulling shrieking abominations from the air to fight by their side. Those most in her favor can even cheat death - though this leaves them disfigured in[16/18]
Her domains are that of Abomination, Change, Pain and Nightmares.
Her favored weapon among her faithful is the Birthing Knife - a tool used to help deliver the little ones into this world.
Her Symbol is that of a womb splitting open, an endless mouth of never-ending teeth at the center. [15/18]
living thing will look up and cry her name in unison. Suth-Morgath. [14/18]
The Last Birth
Her followers whisper of a final womb that swells even now, hidden under the earth. In it grows The Last Child - not a thousand screams but one scream so vast it will shatter the sky. When the Last Child is born, the stars will darken, the seas swelling a bursting and every [13/18]
her endless hymn. The more scarred, the closer to her flesh-song they were. The unscarred are unlettered - ignorant of her truths. Some say that the scars will whisper their truths to you, if you are willing to listen intently enough - a portal to her blasphemed songs. [12/18]
The Blessed Scar
When Suth-Morgath birthed herself anew, she tore open her own womb so the scream could pour out. From that wound came the Sacred Mark - and on that day, her faithful took that scar onto themselves, believing each wound a scripture, a line in a verse of [11/18]
of birth, the sky split with a sound that deafen the stars. The wombs opened not with children, but her spawn - a thousand screeching offspring born into the night. Their cries shook the mountains to dust - the valley now a cacophony of sound, a constant echo of that fateful night[10/18]
The Night of a Thousand Cries
In the first age of men, there was a village that prayed for birth and prosperity. Suth-Morgath heard them and she answered. Each woman swelled with life and each man too. Even the Livestock as well swelled with her gifts to the mortal world. But on the night[9/18]
silence and bled sound into the earth. This is why no birth is silent - each child carries her scream - each cry a prayer to the First Mother, a cry for that which ferried them across the gate to life and a cry to be returned to that blissful world before existence. [8/18]
The First Birth
When stone was soft and rivers had yet chosen their beds, there was silence. In this, Suth-Morgath swelled. She took the shape of the first womb and placed into it her scream. From that scream crawled The First Offspring - a crawling shape of mouths and hands that gnawed [7/18]
The stories of Suth-Morgath are far and few between, but myth fragments do exist of her. The most commonly known ones are entitled The First Birth, The Night of a Thousand Cries, The Blessed Scar, The Feast of Afterbirth and The Last Birth. [6/18]
Her worshippers tend to be those who have dealt with birth. Heretical midwives, grieving mothers, necromancers and corrupt doctors and surgeons, they see flesh as both a prison and altar, though Suth-Morgath does teach one thing - Do not bring harm to little ones, lest you invoke her wrath. [5/18]
Her appearance is a towering feminine form draped in cloth that is matted to her skin. Her swollen belly writhes with little ones whom have yet to be that will spread her unholy teachings. Her eyes are empty, bleeding sockets, for she will never know the pain she inflicts on others. [4/18]
Her cultists and followers go to where there is pain to inflict more. From poor, forgotten slums of cities where the wealthy rule with an iron boot to plague ridded lands that sours crops and drains lifeforce from all who inhabit it - they are taught that to suffer is to live. [3/18]
Suth-Morgath, The Womb that Screams. The Mother of Rot. The Maw of Birth. The First and Final. Her doctrine embodies birth as horror, the endless cycle of creation and decay. Her teaching posit that things are born into pain and life is only the first wound on the soul. [2/18]
Time for our first entry on the Famished Court - starting with Suth-Morgath, The Womb that Screams. 👇
(TW: Birth, Body horror, Pregnancy) [1/18]
This card has...made me *incredibly* happy to see spoiled today.
Representation matters, Kids. Always.
I showed you my +1/+1 counter, please respond.
The Famished Court consists of:
Suth-Morgath, The womb the screams.
Ghorlith, The maw without name.
Icharis, The lantern of rot.
Thywe, The veil that weeps.
Ulthys, The crown of flies.
Veythra, The skin taker.
Echos of gods that deal in primordial forces and aspects of life itself.
The Famished Court is a pantheon of Gods in this world who might be evil to those looking at them, care little fore and have long since departed, their care for Golarian long diminished - though their traces remain - a faint reminder of their influence on a long forgotten world.
First up to discuss in game design is the Pantheon.
Gods are an important part of game design to me in. Everything from who the heroes follow, who the arching villain of a game can be and even the very fabric of the world can be influenced by these decisions.
To this I bring: The Famished Court.👇
With an upcoming game planned for a local group, I've decided I'm going to start posting on here about the various bits of world building I've done for my games.
Everything from creature stat designs, God & Pantheons, Story bits and more, I'm going to be cataloging everything that I can for others.
That wonderful feeling of showing a friend a TTRPG and then suddenly being shoehorned into running a campaign for a bunch of friends on short notice.
Who needs a life, anyway?
Wake up, Gamer. We've got a story to write.
Hey BSky, it's been a while!
Y'all still into this...Dee...and dee? And Magic?
Shit's pretty cool, yo.
Stop Forcing A.I. into Fucking EVERYTHING!
The One Ring is banned in Modern?!
We're so back, baby.
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