Category:Vasuthant

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Vasuthants are undead that gain nourishment from the positive energy of living creatures. Vasuthants appear as orb-shaped clouds of darkness, out of which emerge disgusting flailing tendrils that weaken their victims' Strength with negative energy. A vasuthant also has a limited ability to warp reality to alter the probabilty of events, and its darkness suppresses nearby light sources.^[1]

More than many creatures, vasuthants diverge in their strength and capabilities. As a vasuthant feeds on more positive energy, it grows in size, starting from Small and going all the way up to Colossal size. Horrific vasuthants are particularly ancient and formidable.^[1]

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It has been suggested that the vasuthant qualifies as an Hungry Dead according the Walking Dead typology in Van Richten's Guide to the Walking Dead. Likely salient abilities include Berserk, Burrowing, Disease, Disfiguring Bite, Drink Fluids, and Swallow Whole.^[2]

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The old priest shivered before he began, recalling memories his ancient mind had struggled to suppress. His vestments were tattered and unkempt, his holy symbol lie caked in dust on the table.

"The seal has been broken only once. Once since the beginning of this world. Its cage was forged of the souls of angels, eight slain to save us from ourselves. The lock spun from an innocent's heart. We faltered once, for the blink on an eye, and the cage was split."

At this point the man seemed to shrivel, to shrink and his eyes to darken as he thought of the creature they set free.

"At first it was so dark, we thought it was magical but our prayers did nothing remove it. It wasn't until Eziah screamed that we fully realized what we'd done. The darkness was blacker than the thickest pitch and yet we could still make out something darker moving within it. I am filled with shame to this day, but I scrambled on base instinct to the kitchen. I hid in a cabinet until I could no longer hear the cries of my brothers, may their souls find peace."

He turned to face us and his cheeks were streaked with tears, his sunken eyes full of disgrace and horror.

"As I fled the temple, I witnessed the remains of my brethren. Their bodies withered and their faces frozen in terror, as if their very souls had been torn from them while they still lived. Our god did nothing to save us, perhaps because it was I who set it free. I set it free..."

The old man fell to the floor and began beating his fist against the stone, cursing himself for releasing that horror upon his fellow men.^[3]

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