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[NUKE9.13]

Spinning through the gulf of space is a world- a world where magic is real, and the gods do battle with the lives of men. There is evil on this world, and good. Literally- they're like a frigging elements down there. Angels are creatures made out of good, and demons are creatures made out of evil.
As mentioned, you are a demon.
From the negative emotions of man you arise, in a quiet place. Evil flows across the land, converging on this location. A form arises- a form too horrible for the human mind to comprehend. Instead of your true form, the human brain will fill in an approximation-
Namely: (Tentacles? Spikes? Swirling darkness? All of the above?)
As not to instantly attract the attention of nearby mortals, you further disguise yourself as a male human, clad in simple robes.
You try pronouncing your name. It is pretty difficult. Despite the limitations of your human form's voice chords, the grass around you chars as you speak your name-
Which is: (the less vowels the better)
Satisfied, you look around you. A small village lies nearby. It would appear that the residents there are no bastions of virtue- the town pulses with low-grade resentment. This will make an excellent place to begin your rein of evil-
A small village: (in the mountains, by the sea, in a forest, perched over an active volcano, ect.)

[ed boy]

Type:Some kind of fractal
Name:Kyrgyrtzan

[Karnewarrior]

Form: A faceless humanoid. Your stomach opens at your belly and your fingernails are elongated into claws. You can squirt blood from your eyes, and your skin is covered in a weak acid. You have cloven hooves as feet and can see despite your lack of eyes. You are heavily tattoed with demonic symbols.
Name: Husk
Village: The peaceful town of Trasin Vor, a land of farmers and innocent schoolchildren. It houses a minor university, which is the defining building of the town. The population is somewhat more learned than the rest of the land, but are more simplistic. The majority of the town is atheist, though there is one small shrine to the Gods.

[Ochita]

Form: Long and thin you wear a long flowing black robe that seems to curl up at the bottom as if alive, You have no face, instead it is a porciain mask with depressions where the eyes would be. Your body is twisted and contorted, driving most men into insanity.
Name: Zezzorah
Village: The port town of Seyda neen, a small village that has almost nothing to do in it. The only stone buildings are the port office and a small shrine to a fishing god. There is an inn and a general store with around 20-30 shacks with some people milling around, keeping to themselves.

[Armok]

Form: Tentacles made out of steel, glowing ruby runes
Name: Kctkptckdkhpck
Village: Perched on a mountaintop overlooking barren highlands.

[Diablous]

Form: Tentacles made out of steel, glowing ruby runes
Name: Kctkptckdkhpck
Village: Perched on a mountaintop overlooking barren highlands.

This.

[NUKE9.13]

Form: Tentacles made out of steel, glowing ruby runes

Name:Kyrgyrtzan

Village: The peaceful town of Trasin Vor, a land of farmers and innocent schoolchildren. It houses a minor university, which is the defining building of the town. The population is somewhat more learned than the rest of the land, but are more simplistic. The majority of the town is atheist, though there is one small shrine to the Gods.

Picked randomly- 'this' does increase, but not guarantee, the chance of a suggestion being used

In the village of Trasin Vor, a man is having nightmares. His dreams are filled with steel tentacles that swish through his mind like swords, carving glowing runes into the back of eyeballs. His dreams grow steadily worse- the tentacles become more numerous, the runes sharper, brighter. A crescendo approaches. As if he has reached the center of the nest, the tentacles fall away, and the runes fade. From the darkness of his mind, something approaches.  Something worse than what has come before. Something unspeakable. Just as it is about to step into his vision, he awakens. He is being shaken; a woman. His wife. Her eyes fill with relief as his eyes open, then fear when she looks in them- fear reflected from the terror in his eyes. As he collapses to the floor, he speaks two words: "He comes"
The wife looks around her. The room, covered in bloody drawings- of unrecognisable runes that seem to glow in the lamplight. Cutlery has been piled up in heaps, covered in blood. In the middle of the floor has been drawn a circle, as if to hold back the tide of encroaching runes and steel. Perhaps it has worked- no runes are drawn within the circle. But not, it would appear- for want of trying. They cluster around the circle, pressing on its edges. But the man within lies peacefully- unconscious, but not insane.
Nevertheless, the wife panics. Of demons she has heard, but only in stories. Of the minds of men being assaulted she has heard, but only in stories. Of runes of power, she has heard, but only in stuffy books, read by ageing men with long beards- it might as well be stories to her. But now she feels it- the true terror of her world. The fact that every human spends their life ducking under the blows of the raging forces of good and evil, trying to scrape a living from the war-torn land. And now war has come here.

Kyrgyrtzan contemplates the village below. He has dreamt of dreamers- and the dreamers have dreamt of him. He has been filled with a sense of disgust- they, a sense of terror, or possibly death. He does not know. Nor does he care.
He shall presently
-Enter the village, pretending to be a simple traveller.
-Camp outside the village, and corrupt the dreams of the inhabitants
-Camp outside the village, and sneak in at night to hunt the villagers

Name: Kyrgyrtzan
Physical might: 10 manpowers (physical strength is measured in manpower- you are currently a strong as ten men put together)
Mental might: Trained Human (your mental strength is equal to that of a powerful wizard, or some other student of the mind)
Followers: 0 (willing mortals- follow you in exchange for power, or for not being eaten)
Slaves: 0 (unwilling mortals- you have broken their minds, if not their bodies)
Servants: 0 (Monsters under your command- be they mutated mortals or lesser demons)

[IronyOwl]

Corrupt them.

[Ochita]

Corrupt them.

DO IT

[abculatter_2]

Steal virgin women in the night, get as many as you can until the villagers start getting antsy. Also, the fairer, prettier, and more noble/wizard/magic blood in them the better. Once you have them all, carve a large demonic rune in the ground (be creative with the specifics here) and make double-tipped spikes out of your tentacles, then impale the ground with them at major points in the rune. Make them lean toward the center, possibly have them curve like giant claws or teeth. The rest should be obvious, get creative with the rest. Make it bloody, gory, gruesome, grotesque, horrendous, the more of these and similar adjectives you manage to fit in there the better. If you need suggestions for the specifics I can provide them, I'm a little too good at thinking of those kinds of things.

[Ghazkull]

@abuclatter your idea is good but i think we should wait a bit with that. We must begin small we must strain the panic for them longer and longer, we must make the Fear every inch of their life until they either become crazy or their minds are broken. First of all we must take their sleep.
So:

-corrupt dreams
-and play a bit with the shadows that they get paranoid. A rushle behind them, whispering in their ears when they walk down a dark sidestreet. Let the nightmares begin to merge with reality so that people don't now anymore if their alive or asleep. And when they get to the edge of insnity:
abuclatters proposal...

[Iituem]

Corrupt the dreams!  Let's send them mad enough to want to submit to us as followers/sacrifices.

[NUKE9.13]

Corrupt them.

Chosen based on most votes in favour.

This man has a favourite dream. In it, he is walking through a giant library. He reads books filled with knowledge, pores over maps of far away places, and plays with brass machines that chart the course of heaven. The library is safe, away from the clutter of everyday life. After dreaming of it, he feels refreshed and happy.
He is dreaming of the library now. A book here, a chart there. The library feels realer than ever this time- usually the books are vague repetitions of things he already knows, and the charts blurry lines. But today he reads things in the books he never knew- of angels and demons, of dreams and insanity, and the charts show lands far away in stunning detail.
The brass machines have also changed. Worryingly so.
No longer do iridescent gems orbit each other as the crank has turned. No longer, even, are they made of brass- they have all been replaced with a mass of steel tentacles, which grind against each other, with a sound like a thousand swords clashing. In some machines, the remains of a man lies within them, his flesh torn to shreds.
After walking through the library and coming across a particularly disturbing machine, the man decides to abandon them in favour of his books and charts. And so he unravels the nearest map- but no map this. Eldritch runes lie scrawled across the parchment, which glow brightly as his eyes pass over them. He cries out and throws the map away, and turns instead to the books. But this book- it speaks of a horrible entity ripping men to shreds. He throws it away, grabs another. The same again- but this time the words are runes, which speak to him in harsh whispers. He throws the book away and runs through the shelves. Now the light has changed- no longer a pleasant yellow glow, but an evil ruby aura. He runs into a machine. The crank starts to turn itself, and the tentacles start to writhe and slice. He runs again- the books fall of their shelf and fly after him, runes spitting off their pages, burning themselves into his flesh. The shelves themselves rumble and morph, becoming a mass of steel, which join the chase. The man screams and shouts, but nothing will hold back their advance- he trips, falls, and the tentacles have him, ripping through his clothes, tearing his skin. His blood spurts out and forms yet more runes, which join their fellows in spelling out evil.

You bring nightmares to dozens. The village will be more susceptible to your influence now. Now would be an excellent time to
-Convince some of those corrupted villagers to do your bidding
-Break completely the mind of some villager, and force them to do your bidding
-Sneak into town and consume the flesh of the weakened villagers
-Do something completely different

Name: Kyrgyrtzan
Physical might: 10 manpowers (physical strength is measured in manpower- you are currently a strong as ten men put together)
Mental might: Super-Human (your mental strength exceeds that of any normal mortal, trained or not)
Followers: 0 (willing mortals- follow you in exchange for power, or for not being eaten)
Slaves: 0 (unwilling mortals- you have broken their minds, if not their bodies)
Servants: 0 (Monsters under your command- be they mutated mortals or lesser demons)

[IronyOwl]

Gather some corrupted servants. Weakened villagers are delicious, but we should wait to eat them like grapes- reclining on a throne as our servants feed them to us.

[tomas1297]

Lure some type of scholar or alchemist or other guy of the science type with promises of wisdom that no mortal has access to.This town has plenty of those,doesn't it?